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yerrenica · 6 months

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⋯ JAHA LEE x READER | go to hell (affectionately)

⬦ info; fem reader (dom), bickering, whipped jaha, the reader is stealthier than jaha could ever hope to be, they're both lowkey emotionally constipated, begging, grinding, blue balling jaha real, reject canon embrace cringe.

⬦ wc; 2.5k

Jaha Lee is an adult. He has a job, even if unconventional. He has subordinates, even if most of them are incompetent. He even pays with his own money, sometimes. And still, despite all of that, his frontal lobe seems to not have developed enough to know that killing people at 10 p.m. will make him stay up all night.

That's how he finds himself tossing and turning in his bed, burying himself deeper and deeper into his blankets, excitement buzzing in his veins making it impossible to get some needed sleep.

Normally, Jaha is the type of person who goes down quickly and can sleep through a tornado if he wants to. That's what having too many enemies to count and spending most of your childhood years and all your adult life on the edge does to you - you learn to fall and stay asleep wherever, no matter how uncomfortable the place is because that might be the last time you get to get some rest in a long, long time.

The officer of shining light drove that point home just before Jaha fell off that forsaken cliff.

As he turns for the one-hundredth time in the past ten minutes, the sound of very light footsteps (almost as though the person did not wish for Jaha to know of their arrival) startles him, and his body immediately tenses up. Trying to get murdered from time to time is part of his job description, so it's not unusual to have people try to sneak up on him. However, he doesn't usually deal with assassins on the Black Rabbit clan's soil. The many squads patrolling the streets stop them before they have a sliver of a chance to get close to Jaha's or the Generals' quarters.

He closes his eyes and strains his ears, remaining as still as possible to hear what's going on. The walls are relatively thick, so the sound is muffled, but as soon as he hears the exasperated sigh on the other side of the door, he smiles and lets himself relax once more.

There's only one person who would be so brazen as to step foot anywhere near Jaha's quarters and then sigh with so little care and so much annoyance.

It's weird that [Y/N] is visiting at the wee hours of the night, but maybe she's forgotten something in his room or has finally decided to keep her word and murder Jaha like she has promised to do many times. Just to see what [Y/N] does when unsupervised, Jaha settles down and pretends to be fast asleep.

His bedroom door creaks open, and there's a soft sound of feet tiptoeing around the room. Jaha feels a hand pushing his fringe out of the way, and a pair of lips leaving a kiss on his forehead. It's such an innocent, tender touch, and it's so foreign that he has to bite his tongue and muster all his willpower not to make a sound that alerts [Y/N] that he's awake.

The mattress dips on the opposite side to where he's lying down, and he feels a warm weight settling against his chest. The woman settles down, lets out a contented sigh and plants a kiss on Jaha's chest, right next to where his heart is, with an easiness that seems practised like it's not the first time she's doing this.

And it's then and there when Jaha realizes that the woman's night escapades aren't uncommon and they're probably the reason why sometimes he wakes up with the familiar scent of lavender melon clinging to his skin, even though he's slept by himself (or so he thought) and with freshly washed sheets.

It didn't happen often, though, only after the nights when Jaha was too far gone, when the weight of his blade felt light, and the lives lost to it insignificant beyond measure.

It might be because Jaha is a bit enamoured with this woman, but the thought of [Y/N] sneaking into his bedroom just to sleep next to him and then leaving before sunrise just so she doesn't have to be embarrassed about it is painfully endearing.

[Y/N] mutters something in another language under her breath, and it's the first time Jaha has actively regretted not paying more attention to the foreigners who visited his inn back when he was an errand boy. Weirdly, it doesn't sound like an insult, but it also doesn't sound like the confession of undying love that Jaha would like to hear.

Well, there's only one way to find out what the woman said.

He wraps his arms around [Y/N]'s waist, and before she can react, Jaha flips them around so he's hovering on top of the woman. [Y/N] lets out a surprised yelp, and it's music to Jaha's ears.

"What did you say?"

"Nothing." [Y/N] snaps too quickly for it to be nothing. "Let me go."

"No." Jaha singsongs, and he leans down to kiss the woman, but the other turns her head at the last second. Jaha settles on kissing her cheek. "It's rude to speak a language I can't understand and then not tell me what you said."

"I said let me go, you brute." [Y/N] repeats, turning her head to glare at Jaha. There's a beat of silence, and when she sees that the taller man isn't moving, she crocks an eyebrow. "Are you deaf?"

"You can already stop pretending you don't like me, you know?"

"Who says I'm pretending?"

"It's very hard to believe you don't like me at least a little bit when you sneak into my room in the middle of the night to cuddle me." Jaha chuckles, and just to drive the point home he leans in again, this time brushing their lips together.

[Y/N] purses her lips but doesn't say anything, so he keeps going. "You have a key to my room." A pause. "And a drawer full of your clothes here. We're basically dat—"

"Okay, shut up, I get it." The woman interrupts, her voice going slightly louder to block Jaha's words. Of course, she doesn't want to hear the word dating. Of course.

Jaha decides to be the bigger person, literally and metaphorically, and rolls onto his side, dragging [Y/N] with him so they're lying down face to face. He takes a moment to properly look at the other and only then notices the dark circles under her eyes and the way that she's blinking like she's fighting to stay awake. She looks exhausted.

"Hard day?"

"Assassins have been up my ass all day." [Y/N] says, and she doesn't explain further, but Jaha doesn't need her to. He understands what it's like to have a target on one's back. "Need to shut down for a bit."

"Stop calling it shutting down; it freaks me out."

"You've been basically fucking a walking assassin magnet for the past however many months, Jaha. Too late to be freaked out now."

Jaha scrunches his nose. "However many months", he thinks.

It's been seven months since we fucked for the first time and at least four since I realized that knowing the weirdly specific way in which you like your tea in the morning and spending my days off either pestering you until you pay attention to me or thinking about you may indicate that we are a bit more than associates with benefits, but we both seem to be deathly allergic to the word lovers and to any conversation regarding feelings and it's driving me insane.

But he's not dumb (or perhaps brave) enough to say that out loud. So he tugs on [Y/N] to bring her closer and buries his face into the other's hair. "Rest."

"In peace." The woman finishes with a stern tone. "Hopefully, I never wake up."

"It's sweet that you wish to stay in my arms forever."

"You know that's not what I meant."

"I know." Jaha concedes with a tired sigh. "Go to sleep."

There's a brief moment of silence, but [Y/N] then pulls back and looks Jaha in the eye.

"You told me to sleep, so now I can't do it." She argues, and the barely-there pout on her lips makes Jaha want to kiss her more than he's wanted anything in his life.

"It's a pride thing." She helpfully explains when she sees the dumbfounded expression on Jaha's face.

"Then stop being stubborn."

"Never."

The ravenette dramatically sighs in defeat and brings a hand to massage the side of his head. "You're going to do the opposite of what I ask you to just to be difficult, correct?"

"Correct."

"So how about..." Jaha starts, and he taps a finger to his lips like he's thinking. "You don't kiss me?"

"You're fucking dumb if you think I'm going to fall for that." The woman says, and she closes her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath like she's trying really hard not to hit Jaha over the head with a blunt object. "I can't believe you managed to become a clan leader. One would imagine you need more than one brain cell to be capable enough."

"One would also imagine that you need to be taller than three inches, but here we are."

He's barely finished speaking when the woman is already barking out a reply. "I'm going to kill you while you sleep."

"I'd love to see you try." Jaha chuckles, and there's something about the fact that the woman would indeed have a chance at besting him in a fight that makes him feel giddy. "Don't do it while I'm asleep though, I want to enjoy it."

"You're a fucking weirdo."

"I'm your fucking weirdo."

[Y/N] only rolls her eyes and huffs, and Jaha takes the opportunity to shove one of his hands under the woman's shirt. He's met with warm, soft skin, and he lets his fingers travel across [Y/N]'s taut stomach until he reaches the waistband of her pants. He hooks his fingers on the fabric, silently asking for permission.

"For fuck's sake, Jaha..." The woman whispers with irritation lacing her tone, but she leans way too much into the touch for someone who's complaining about it. "You want to fuck me so bad it makes you look stupid."

He unhooks his fingers from the fabric and lets his hand wander to grab [Y/N]'s ass. He squeezes, relishing in the way it makes the other squirm. As [Y/N] lets out a small gasp, Jaha leans in and bites her lower lip, gaining him a small whine. The ravenette almost smiles into the kiss, because [Y/N] might whine and complain, but she always responds so easily to his touch.

Without breaking the kiss, [Y/N] pushes him onto his back and climbs on Jaha's lap. She pulls back ever so slightly, and Jaha feels one of her hands grab his face. She forces his mouth open by pressing a thumb to his lower lip, and Jaha goes pliant under her touch, the only thought that runs through his head being, "Please spit in my mouth, please, please, please."

Instead, like she's reading Jaha's mind and refuses to give him what he wants, the woman takes her fingers out, leans in and shoves her tongue inside Jaha's mouth.

Jaha's mind is half-hazed as he sucks on the other's tongue like his life depends on it, and there's a buzz in his veins that has nothing to do with the copious amounts of murdering he's done that day. He holds [Y/N]'s hips in place and grinds up into her, managing to get a choked-out moan from her.

[Y/N] leans back, the moonlight coming from the window hitting her just right, and Jaha gets a view that he wants to keep in his memory forever - [Y/N]'s cheeks have a rosy flush to them, her lips are spit-slick and bitten red. The familiar sensation of wanting to wreck and be wrecked in return starts to bubble up under Jaha's skin.

Instead of taking Jaha's mouth again, [Y/N] blinks a few times and yawns, and it's a bit of a blow to Jaha's ego. The ravenette almost whines when [Y/N] leans back and props herself up on her knees, lessening the pressure from the one place where Jaha so desperately needs it. She takes both of Jaha's hands off her thighs, leaves them to rest on top of Jaha's clothed crotch, taps the back twice, like saying there you go, and clumsily climbs off of him.

Jaha's mouth falls open. "You're going to leave me like this?"

"Yes? I'm tired." The woman deadpans, and she shuffles to lie on her side, her back to Jaha. "You're a big boy, you can take care of yourself."

His dick twitches at the words big boy, and he looks down at the problem at hand. He realistically could take care of it, jerk himself off and call it a day, but what's the point if it's not her making him cum?

"You're really going to blue ball me?" He huffs as he lamely pulls on the fabric of his pants to release some of the pressure. It does nothing to help.

"You blue balled yourself."

"That doesn't make any sense."

"Life doesn't make sense sometimes, Jaha." [Y/N] argues, and she dismissively waves a hand around. "Grow up."

Seeing that he's not getting any, Jaha lies back down on the pillow with a defeated sigh - it already smells like [Y/N], and that small fact shouldn't squeeze his heart the way it does. He takes a few deep breaths, letting his heartbeat go back to normal, and makes a mental note to make [Y/N] take care of all this pent-up frustration the next time he has her on his bed.

"To be honest, it's not the first time I've had to talk myself out of a boner because of you." He confesses with such nonchalance, eyes fixed on the back of [Y/N]'s head. "So I have practice."

[Y/N] turns her head, and even in the dim light, Jaha can see the furrowing of her eyebrows. He reaches a hand to smooth it out and considers it a step in the right direction when he's not pushed away or gets some of his fingers bitten off.

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"Well—" Jaha helpfully starts, but the woman decides she doesn't actually want to hear about all the ways Jaha's so pathetically whipped for her, and stops him. "Actually, never mind. Don't even tell me."

Jaha unceremoniously hums. "I thought you wanted to know?"

She pauses for a moment and lets out a scoff that sounds way too much like a laugh. Proudly, Jaha makes a mental note of adding "making [Y/N] laugh when she's in such a bad mood" to his list of personal accomplishments.

"Shut the fuck up and go to sleep."

Jaha knows that if he asks for a goodnight kiss, he will get either a zap or a knee to his crotch, so he takes it upon himself to reach two fingers and delicately lift [Y/N]'s chin. He leans in, taking his time to kiss the woman properly without the heat of their previous kiss. And maybe he's hallucinating, maybe he's been awake for too long, but he can feel [Y/N] melt at the touch. He pulls back with a last chaste peck and smiles at the woman in his arms.

"Goodnight, [Y/N]."

"Go to hell, Jaha."

Jaha chuckles, and just because he can get away with it, he plants a kiss on [Y/N]'s forehead. "I'll see you there."

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makethatelevenrings · 1 year

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Okay, if it's okay for you to write this little idea I had. So, uhm, you know a little angst in which reader is a vigilante (a very good one) but they get hurt protecting some people, Jason has no idea until they see reader in the Batcave sleeping and trying to get better. All this for him to have an epiphany and understanding he wants to be with reader even tho he's afraid and kinda sucks at feelins. Happy ending, please, because reader vigilante is a badass and wouldn't let Jason alone in this big bad world uwu

"Mission report," Jason announced as he climbed off his bike. "Got the victims safely out of the building and to medical care before the warehouse went...boom."

"And did this building go boom because of them? Or you?" Tim asked as he typed Jason's report into the database.

"Need to know, Timbo." He removed his helmet and tossed it onto the desk next to his younger brother. "Am I the last one in?"

Tim stiffened just slightly, but he dipped his chin in affirmation. "Steph and Cass are back with Oracle. Damian is...he's in the med bay."

With you, the words went unspoken. Jason pushed away from the desk and beelined for the med bay. Bruce, still in his suit, was bent over you on a cot while Alfred flitted about the small area. Damian sat next to the cot, his face drawn tight with shame.

"How are they?" Jason asked quietly. "What happened?"

Your eyelids didn't flutter. Didn't crack open at all, giving him a glimpse of the mischievous glint always present in them. You just stayed still and limp against the white sheets.

"It's my fault," Damian explained. "I...they jumped in front of me and took a knife aimed at my back."

Bruce was silent as he bandaged up your thigh. Jason moved to stand next to his father and he reached out to smooth a hand along your cheek. Dirt smudged along your nose and jaw and he rubbed it away.

"Nah, not your fault, baby bird," Jason assured him. He knew the kid was beating himself up. "They're the most stubborn, self-sacrificial motherfucker I've ever met."

It's why I love them, he wanted to say. Hell, he wanted to scream it. He wanted to pull you into his lap and cradle you, keeping away all the violence and rage he had experienced. He knew you chose this life just like he did. You wanted to help in your own way. Didn't mean he had to like it.

"They'll be okay," Bruce finally said. "Bed rest for a week and no patrol for a month, but they'll be fine. It'll leave a scar, but that's about it."

Another scar on your precious skin. Jason nodded, but he didn't tear his eyes away from your sleeping face. "Dilaudid?"

Bruce hummed an affirmative as he secured the bandage and pulled a blanket up to your shoulders. "It'll wear off in about four hours. They'll get a painkiller every six hours. Alfred will make sure they stay on schedule. You'll stay here?"

There was some sort of unsaid hope in Bruce's eyes. Jason hesitated but if it meant you being safe and secure in the Manor with top of the line medical care just a few feet away, then yeah, he would stay.

"Let's go, Damian. You need rest. You can come see them in the morning," Bruce ordered.

"But-" The youngest Wayne clearly didn't want to leave the side of the person he felt he failed.

"Go, demon brat. I'll be here all night. Promise," Jason assured him. Damian looked between him and the sleeping figure between them and then nodded sharply.

"I expect you to care for them to your upmost ability," Damian said. Little shit was terrified of admitting that he cared.

"With my life," Jason swore.

The cave slowly emptied out as people headed to bed. Jason waited until Alfred left before he slipped away from your bedside and returned with a small cloth and a bottle of mask solvent. Carefully, he eased the glue off of your face and removed your domino mask, laying it on the small nightstand next to the cot. His followed shortly after.

"Jay?" you slurred. A small smile lifted at the corner of his lips and he gently moved you over before sliding in next to you. His arm encircled your waist and he nestled his chin on top of your head.

"Go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll be here when you wake up."

I'll be here every day. Every morning and every night. I'll be here as long as you want me to be around. As long as you can stand me. Until I end up in a coffin again and even then, I'd dig my way out and crawl back to you all over again.

#valentine’s day series #jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #red hood fluff #red hood x reader #red hood imagine

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bat-writer · 1 year

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Hi! Couldn't find rules so I hope this is alright!

Could I please request Bruce Wayne getting close to a suspect just to see if she's going to be dangerous but ends up falling hard for her? She's not dangerous but she's a bit of an anti-hero and is an accomplice to a bigger villain, how's that like for him? She doesn't really do anything bad, she just doesn't do anything when the villain she's accompanying does something bad

Ty!!

A/N: I'm not sure if this is exactly what you were looking for but I hope you enjoy! 😭

Warnings; language | ~~~~: time skip

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"Hey Alred, how have you been since the last time?" you ask taking the tea cup he served you. Now this was not a regular visit to just a friend. No, no, this was an interrogation.

By the Batman.

Now you weren't villain but you also weren't a hero. Not your style. You just needed benefits to get by, get fed, and have your bills paid. You'd pair with villains and simply get the information they needed. Bruce's issue with you is that you knew too information. The way that he would find out information is the same way you did. Only you were faster, more detailed and you always slipped away at the last minute.

Luckily you didn't provide information that would put other people in harms way. Although sometimes you did end up stealing or blackmailing those of higher social class into benefiting those who really needed it. However, he can't hold you to any crimes since, you never committed them nor were you an accessory at the scene. It has gotten to the point however that you come to the Batcave often to be asked questions. Even Alfred and you interact and even trade secrets to house keeping and cooking.

"So batman, what do we have questions about today?" you ask as the tall stoic hero comes into the room.

"You're aiming for certain organizations. Ones that are in charge of rebuilding a school. Why?" he asked with his signature glare

"looks bats," you sigh "those organizations aren't what you'd think they were. Sure they're made to look like they're for a good cause, but in the end they're all greedy assholes"

He huffs underneath the mask "So, stealing from-"

"The corrupt rich correct." you smile "And it's not just limited to snobby rich boys, but bigger villains like Penguin, Two-face, even Riddler had a couple of dollars to take just to name a couple."

"They don't donate," he added

"I know, but I need some way to keep my rent paid and keep them from blowing shit up, causing more work for you." you smirked at him

"I'm keeping you here for a couple of days just to lighten things up" he said as he pushed the buttons on his panel to open a clear cell.

"Ugh the cell again?" you groan "Wasn't I doing what a good citizen does though Bats?" you ask as you walk along side him. This wasn't the first time you spent the weekend with the Bat. But, since you weren't a threat to society, yourself or him, he was pretty relaxed around you. He opens the door for you to enter but you stop before stepping in

"pay me a visit after you patrol?" you said looking up at him seductively as your hand slides over his armored chest. You just loved teasing the ever so strong hero of Gotham "I get lonely ya know" you smile

"For now the books will keep you company. Alfred is here if you need help." he said stepping away.

Under neath that mask and armor was also a man who would yearn for the feeling of love. However, because of who he was, what he was - it was complicated.

"Alfred I'm heading out"

"Of course sir, anything I should be aware of?" he asks

"Nothing that I can recall. Y/N is in the cell for today and tomorrow night" he said getting into his bat mobile

"So no love affairs for tonight then?" he asks as the advanced vehicle closes with a hiss

"Keep things in control please" he asked dodging the question. This wasn't the first time this has happened. There has been playful banter, some flirting and maybe even a kiss on the cheek. Alfred would tease the hero in his own nonchalant way. And just like that, the billionaire hero skids from the cave and into the night.

"Looks like it's you and me tonight Alfred" you wave at the butler with a smile.

"I do believe there is a new episode of butlers 7 bucks tonight miss Y/N, would you care to join?" he said changing the large screen in the cave causing you to smile

"Of course I would"

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Walking into the bat cave he didn't find much but you were right about villains pilling money for their own personal gain. But from the other organizations? He'll figure that out as Bruce Wayne. Looking over into the cell he sees you had fallen asleep, curled up to be as comfortable as possible.

Opening the door he takes off his cape and drapes it over your figure. Over to the next day he lets you go early since there really wasn't much more information you could give. Since you were somewhat a target for his usual villains, he'd check up every now and then to see if you were safe.

"So I'm free to go Batman?" you ask waltzing out of your cell "or is this another interrogation?"

"No more questions but I will pop in every now and then."

So every now and then he'd drop by your window and sometimes he'd stay a while and listen to you about your day. There was even one time where you had a pretty rough day and without asking you were comforted by this typically cold and quiet hero.

He held you much longer than a hug that was. You didn’t complain or push away, this felt more than a pity hug. There was want behind it, you felt his warmth. You look up at him with those e/c he loves to look into. Almost as if it were magnetic your lips come into contact with one another in a slow short kiss.

For what felt like hours staring into his eyes while his nose brushes against your own, you could feel your heart skip multiple beats. This then started happening multiple nights in a row.

Some night were sweet and innocent with some pecks or playful flirting. Some were even close to hot and heavy. Carrying you over to your countertop to enjoy your make out session as your bodies stay flush together. He’s sometimes stay a bit longer outside of your window until you fell asleep, as a precaution.

On a certain night however you were in this strange state of a passionate but also very delicate kiss. As if you had kissing for both the first and 100th time. His large hands cradling your face as he practically made you melt on the spot. You pull away to finally speak up on how you felt but, before you could even focus your vision or get your head straight he was ready to leave.

“Wait! Batman! Come on you can’t just leave like this!” You stop him

“…this Wouldn’t work Y/N. You know why…” he said trying not to sound defeated

“…i know but….couldn’t we try?” You ask teaching a hand out but drawing it back in hesitation

“We Can…but you won’t like what May come of me…” he said looking over his shoulder

“…but I could learn to like that version of you as well…” you try and plead with your eyes to him. He looks as though he wanted to elaborate on things but held himself back

“Take care of yourself, know that you aren’t in harms way” he says as he swoops off into the night.

“Ans just like that, the bat is gone” you groan as you “UGH. What am I thinking ?! This is the Batman not some guy I met at a-“ you stop as you see something stuck to your windowsill. A single piece of paper with a note

“Friday at 6. Dress nicely. -B”

“Huh, but bad bats…not bad at all” you from as you shut your blinds for the night. Tomorrow first thing in your list was to buy a dress.

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I hope this was somewhat what you were looking for! -Kitty 🐈‍⬛

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bippot · 7 months

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Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Will they both make it out of paradise alive?

Tags: Canon-Typical ViolenceGun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love. Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches

Music recommendation: Hot N Cold by Katy Perry

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Previous Chapter: Butterfly Boobs

John had extracted all the information that he could from the USB they'd filled with encrypted files during the mission, and the team was currently working on deciphering the documents and linking all the information to stuff they already knew about the butterflies and newly acquired details about an establishment named The Monarch Hotel.

There was an abundance of records of their old dealings with the Glan Tai corporation, which was an obvious hint that something funky was going down.

Since most of their kind had been wiped out, the butterflies had been quiet as of late. There were always rumblings of activity here and there, but no proof of whatever they were planning. Because of course they were planning. Why wouldn't they? Maybe they wanted revenge. But of what sort? Were they trying to take what they had and make it stronger? Or did they want to expand further?

Either way, there was something odd going on, and the 11th Street Kids needed to find out what it was.

In the meantime, Y/N had been fitting in well. She'd wedged herself into the group quite comfortably.

Leota and Keeya often invited her to their apartment for wine nights.

Economos often went into lengthy conversations about video games and Y/N was always prepared to listen and add her input.

Emilia already knew her sister so well and, although it can be quite annoying to work with your sibling, it was nice to be together again. Over the years, they'd moved to different parts of the country and rarely saw each other. This was a nice change.

Chris approved of Y/N because she helped bear the weight of Adrian's affection. If Adrian was ever getting too much, which he often did, Chris just had to say, "I think Y/N wanted to talk to you," and Adrian would drop whatever he was saying and seek her out without question. It was a lot more efficient than having to come up with an excuse why they couldn't hang out.

And, obviously, Adrian liked having Y/N around. He'd taken her up on the offer of medical aid after every patrol, even if he didn't need it. After a week or two, he stopped phoning beforehand and just appeared at her motel door whenever he wanted to.

"What's the problem tonight?" She teased as she allowed him in, opening her door wide and stepping out of the way to let him through.

"I still don't think I'm over the Tiger Woods cheating scandal, you know? His wife didn't deserve that."

With a snort, she sat down on her bed and patted the space next to her. He obliged, sitting cross-legged in front of her and pulling off his mask to reveal his handsome face. He looked exhausted, which was usual, but the dark circles under his eyes were more prominent than she'd ever seen them before.

"When did you last sleep?"

His answer was a nonchalant shrug.

"Do you want an ambien?"

"Nope, just wanted to see you."

A goofy smile stretched across his lips in such a way that Y/N could hardly resist laughing. His whole body seemed lighter now, as if the burdens of the world hadn't hung on his shoulders anymore. He needed to be able to relax a bit more and if this had to be his moment of peace for the night, well, that wasn't so bad. Y/N didn't mind giving it to him, really.

It was clear that he was lonely and just wanted to talk to someone who was willing to listen without judgement. And she was happy to listen to whatever subject he was info dumping about that day. So she just smiled back at him and leaned forward, resting her elbows on her knees and her chin on top of her fists.

"How has your night been?"

"Really fuckin' boring."

That was an understatement. Nothing, literally nothing, had happened that night. Not even a mugging or any drunken fights or anything. It was frustrating, to be honest. It had been a complete waste of time.

"Okay then, tell me about something that's not boring."

"Like what?"

"Whatever you want."

His gaze dropped to his feet and he started fiddling with his fingers, looking lost in thought. Finally, he raised his head again, excitement etched on his features. "Baldur's Gate 3 just came out. Have you heard of it? Of the franchise? Cause, as you can guess from the title, there are 3 of them. They're amazing, like, so fuckin' good," he said as soon as he started talking, not pausing to let her answer any of his questions.

They were rhetorical, it seemed.

She watched him, amused by how animated he was about the game, and felt the corner of her mouth constantly morph upward. He was practically bouncing in his seat in anticipation of her response, eyes filled with passion despite how much they drooped. He was cute when he was all animated.

Accompanying his chatter was the sounds of a downpour outside, the heavy rain drumming heavily against the roof and windows of the building. It came to the point where she interrupted him to say, "You're staying here tonight, just in case. Okay?"

Adrian stopped mid sentence. Had she just suggested that they have a sleepover? That was beyond fine with him. Sure, he had trouble sleeping with other people in the room, but this was a chance to hang out with her more. So, he gave her a sheepish smile, cheeks dusted pink.

"Okay," he replied simply.

"Get comfy then."

Y/N gestured to all his weapons and armour that he'd yet to have taken off. He got to work taking all those pieces off, folding and placing them on the dresser that lay at the foot of her bed in a neat pile, then laying down, propping himself up on his elbow and watching her as she copied his position.

They were facing each other, and despite the fact they'd left enough space between them to fit another person, Adrian had never felt so close to someone before in his life. His fingers were itching to brush her hair away from her forehead, but his hands were frozen and he dared not do so lest she realised his intentions.

"So who did you romance in the game?" she asked, preparing for another bout of word vomit to be thrown at her. "I apologise if I fall asleep while you're telling me. I enjoy hearing you talk but I'm tired."

"I can shut up if-"

"No, no. Keep talking. I like it when you tell me things," she said, cutting off his words and leaning in closer to hear his voice better, her hand finding its way up to rest lightly on his chest. "Go on."

Oh fuck. Adrian swallowed thickly, closing his eyes as he tried to ignore the way her touch made his stomach flutter and his blood rush through his veins. Her fingers traced lazy patterns on his shirt and his breath hitched in his throat involuntarily. He was aware of how his breathing became more uneven and shallow as her gaze met his and the way she slowly tilted her head.

"You okay?" she asked.

He blinked, coming back to reality. "Yeah, yeah. Just... wow. Sorry," he stuttered, scratching the side of his neck. He needed to get back on track before she caught on to why he was distracted. "I, uh, Astarion, the vampire that I told you about, yeah. He's a rogue, does a lot of damage, and he's flirty and confident and arrogant sometimes, but he's not a bad guy." He paused. "Well, not completely anyway."

More and more information about each romanceable character spilled from his lips. As he talked, Y/N's thumb brushed idly over his chest as she listened attentively and he tried to ignore the way his heart rate skyrocketed at the simple touch. How was he supposed to focus on anything else when that sent shivers coursing down his spine?

After a while, he noticed how her eyes were slowly closing in the process of falling asleep and his heart clenched at the thought of her being comfortable enough around him to allow her guard to slip that easily. Was he really that easy for her to trust? He hoped so. He really did.

So, he gently pulled up the duvet to cover her more fully and stayed quiet as she settled in deeper. She was so relaxed, so peaceful and her soft breathing filled his ears and lulled him into a sense of calmness.

Maybe it wouldn't hurt to try to drift off. It would be weird if I stayed up all night and just stared at her until she woke. He knew that was a creepy thing to do. But, it was fine to indulge for a few minutes right. What harm could there possibly be? It was sort of similar to gazing at a beautiful painting in a gallery.

All he could do was admire her features and try to convince himself that this was only a friendly gesture, nothing more. Despite his dismissal of introspection, he knew this line of thinking was total bullshit. It had been a long time since he'd fallen this hard for anyone, and the feeling was unfamiliar to him as a whole but strangely natural nonetheless.

The longer he stared at her, the stronger this pull grew. Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or perhaps it was because of the fact that she trusted him, which he had never really experienced before, or maybe it was something else entirely, but there was no doubt in his mind what was happening. All he knew was that he was hopelessly, absolutely fucked.

When he felt her stir, he quickly moved his eyes away from her, quietly apologising, "I'm so sorry. I-I didn't mean-" but she didn't wake up.

Instead, she shifted her body so that her head nuzzled into his neck and her hand fell loosely around his waist. He didn't dare move; his movements might disturb her. She looked so comfortable and relaxed like this and god, he would love to see that every night. He couldn't keep the grin off his face as he stared at the ceiling, feeling a strange sense of euphoria wash over him. He hadn't ever expected his night to end this way - with Y/N snuggled under his arm and fast asleep with his heartbeat still thundering through his ears - but there he was, unable to stop the blush from rising to the tips of his ears.

"Uh, goodnight Y/N." He whispered to her, smiling and shaking his head with disbelief.

God, he was screwed.

Totally and utterly screwed.

And it would only get worse when their new mission was revealed. Because it felt like Waller had perfectly designed this new undercover mission just to mess with his feelings.

"I hate that this makes sense," Emilia complained. "Other than Goff - who Peacemaker still hangs out with, apparently - none of the butterflies have seen either of your faces so, yeah, of course you two would be the newlyweds."

Frankly, it wasn't exactly a surprising turn of events. Ever since the name The Monarch Hotel had come up in their research, it was just a matter of time before somebody was sent to investigate.

Vigilante needed to be trained in the ways of being a husband, though. Although she hated the idea of her sister and that mad man, Harcourt gave Y/N a quick rundown of everything she needed to make him aware of. And there was a need to remind her little sister that, "Don't be nicer than you need to be."

"Oh come on, that's bullshit."

"Don't you even try!"

"Try what?!"

"You've got a thing for psychos! And he is as psycho as they come, remember? You're going to attract unwanted attention, you know it and I know it."

Y/N rolled her eyes at her sister, crossing her arms over her chest defensively as she sat down cross legged on the top of Harcourt's desk. So what if there was a point somewhere in there? Sure, in the past, Y/N didn't have the best track record when it came to dating.

The glare she was getting was deadly. It was as if Emilia was attempting to fire Superman-esque eye beams at her. Y/N stared back. A standoff had begun, one of which neither of them gave any indication that they would concede anytime soon.

After a full minute of unblinking tense silence, Y/N finally broke the staring contest by groaning, slumping forward and covering her face with her hands. This was pointless. Emilia always won when they fought. She'd always managed to corner her, no matter how much Y/N tried to escape the conversation.

"Whatever. Fine. You win." A sigh passed her lips. "I will be as professional as possible with the cute nerd that likes guns."

That had been a terrible choice of words. Emilia immediately snapped her head round at her to give her a look so reproachful that Y/N could barely bring herself to meet her gaze. Damn, Harcourt was scary sometimes.

"I'm being serious, squish."

It must've been serious if Emilia was pulling out the childhood nickname. It was rare to hear such a loving sounding scold coming from her older sister. Y/N couldn't help but crack a small smile as soon as the sound reached her ears, knowing that Emilia was doing it on purpose.

"Stop smiling and just listen for once."

"Fine..."

"Now that's a good doggie."

"Oh shut up."

With a list of things she needed to discuss with Adrian before they went uncover, Y/N ushered him into her car under the guise of needing help on a coffee run to go over what she'd been told. Harcourt had given her a very formal physical list, but Y/N didn't have to do everything her sister's way.

Adrian was sitting in the passenger seat as they were parked in the lot, idly drinking his milkshake when he was asked, "How experienced are you with relationships, Ade?" and he almost choked.

"I, uh, you know I'm not the most charming person out there, Y/N," he replied hesitantly.

"I think you've got your own sort of charm."

"Oh. Oh, if you say so." He cleared his throat as he continued, "But no. I've had a few girlfriends, some girlfriends, y'know. They don't last long. A month at the most, tops."

Why they never worked out, he didn't really know. His vigilante commitments took up a lot of his time, so maybe that was it. He was out stalking the streets when he should've been paying attention to his previous partners.

Some self-conscious part of his brain believed that it was his core that caused his romantic endeavours to fall apart. There was something so annoying and unlovable about who he was as a whole that obviously any lovely lady was going to realise that sooner rather than later. He'd never admit it aloud to anybody, including himself, but the fact remained that he was a complete loser in the romance department.

"And are you usually affectionate during it? PDA or does that come later? Or not at all," Y/N questioned. There was no patronising tone or condescending attitude whatsoever in her voice. Just curiosity and genuine interest and concern.

Just the implication of casual intimacy between the two of them made him bashful. He cleared his throat once again, embarrassed, before giving her a small, shy smile. "I like it, you know, the touchy-feely stuff but I'm not good about initiating it." His response was simple, blunt and honest, and without an ounce of pretence. It was kind of refreshing actually, and made her wonder whether he was an open book to everyone.

Or was she special?

"During our mission, we'll have to do the whole married couple shebang. The hand holding, the hugging, the couple activities. It has to seem natural and believable. All that mushy shit, kissing and all."

Whatever entity out there allowed him the confidence to suggest, "Should we practise then?" deserved a thousand more prayers and maybe a few sacrifices, too. He hoped fervently that Y/N wouldn't laugh at the suggestion, but as soon as it left his mouth and he saw the mischievous glint appearing behind those eyes, he realised that he probably made a great move.

"Do you want to kiss me?" Y/N asked teasingly.

"No!" he exclaimed, then his voice lowered as he added a softer, "...Maybe."

She smiled. "Well, then," she said, shifting a bit closer to him, "Your move, champ. Kiss me."

The moment the words came from her mouth, he was leaning in close, slowly lifting a hand to cup her cheek. As his thumb ran across her cheekbone, he glanced across her features for any trace of repulsion or rejection. He wondered if she minded at all that their lips were only a scant millimetre away from each other. It seemed as if she didn't, however, because she closed her eyes and clearly gave him permission before tilting her head upwards to meet him halfway.

Their lips met, slow and tentative at first as they both held back as much as possible. That was until Adrian's hand slipped to the back of her neck. The facade slipped and both of their lips moved together in perfect sync, everything else fading away in a haze. It was sweet and gentle and perfect and warm and, oh god, did it feel good.

When it ended, when he broke free from Y/N's embrace to stare at her with a dazed expression, his lips redder and more swollen than they had ever been before, he nudged his nose into hers on instinct.

"Do you mind if I just step out for a sec?"

Y/N was far better at concealing how breathless she was than Adrian. He simply nodded and watched as she got out of the car to collect herself. She huffed out an overwhelmed, "Oh, holy fuck," counted to thirty and tried to push the temptation out of her brain and focus instead on the mission. Imagining the punch her sister would inflict her with helped distract her from the thoughts of Adrian's lips that lingered in her memory.

After she collected herself, she got back into the driver's seat as if nothing had happened. She looked over at Adrian, his mouth was slightly parted as his emerald eyes searched her face, looking for anything, any twitch to indicate that he'd made some wrong move or unknowingly done something to upset her. Y/N offered him a reassuring smile as if saying 'nothing bad,' although there was definitely something wrong; he knew.

Y/N continued the briefing, although she was far less playful while asking her questions. At no point was she cold or mean, just more reserved with her tone and manner towards Adrian. He found it a little weird how quickly the mood changed from happy and bubbly as he'd become used to it to distant and aloof.

It was the quickest turn in any of his relationships. Maybe he was not cut out for this, after all. Maybe this whole 'being loveable' thing just wasn't something that he could achieve. He was too busy chasing villains.

What kind of life did he even have in store for himself beyond his work anyway?

He didn't come to her hotel room that night.

Or the night after that.

But, the one after that? He couldn't help himself. It was late, he felt tired, his leg hurt, and some junkie had stabbed him in the shoulder so he needed that fixed.

Grunting, he stumbled to her hotel room once again and knocked a jaunty little tune against the door, waiting impatiently. When he heard footsteps approaching the door, he leant against the doorframe in an attempt to look cool despite the pain running through him.

The door opened after a few moments, and the first thing Y/N did as soon as she spotted him was hurriedly urged, "Oh, come in, come in! Let me fix you up, Ade." As she started fussing and guiding him to her bed, Adrian tried to hold his tongue and remain silent. He knew he was making a fool of himself.

But it was hard to ignore the warmth that radiated from Y/N whenever she was around him. Even if it was brief, it felt good.

They were quiet for most of the time Y/N fixed up his wound. That was unusual for the pair. Adrian was always one to fill the silence, always rambling on and on about absolutely everything and everyone, but he couldn't bring himself to do so in this case. He wanted to stay silent, but the longer he sat and stayed silent, the faster his heart beat. The nervousness of being alone in this situation with her grew stronger and stronger the longer it went on.

And once again, there was a heavy storm raging outside and rain was pounding down loudly against her windows. Evergreen was having a rainy fortnight.

"You're not driving in this."

"But-"

"No buts. You're not going anywhere."

Adrian sighed, dropping his gaze to where he was picking at his fingernails. He knew he could argue, but he honestly didn't care enough anymore. He didn't want to argue. Not tonight. She looked like she genuinely cared about what was happening and the pain he was going through, and that was enough.

Besides, he was exhausted. He was mentally and physically drained from fighting crime and rescuing people. Now he had the chance to sit down and allow himself to relish in her presence. No matter how awkward this might be, he had to take advantage of this opportunity.

"Do you ever get enough sleep?"

He laughed at her question. "Nope."

"Then you need your rest to heal. Come here, lay down," she insisted as she patted the pillow on the left side of the bed. He rid himself of his uniform, climbed underneath her covers and sat with his back against the headboard.

Judging by how stiff and uncomfortably upright he appeared to be, Y/N assumed she needed to make him relax more. She cooed, "Can you shuffle forward for me, champ?" and as soon as he obliged, she climbed in behind him, pulling him by the chest to rest against her. "Is this comfy?"

"Hmm..."

"Close your eyes, Ade."

"...Okay."

"Relax. Breathe deep..."

Slowly, Adrian let his muscles soften and allowed his body to sink deeper and deeper into hers, seeking the comfort and security he hadn't felt in years. He closed his eyes, feeling as Y/N soothingly scratched and stroked his hair to ease him into unconsciousness.

"You're nice and warm..." Adrian whispered in a drowsy, dreamlike state, almost forgetting she could hear him. "And pretty..."

The softest smile adorned her lips and she murmured back, "So are you." And she kept caressing his hair until he fell asleep.

He was pretty. Really pretty. She knew that already of course. And she was sure of it as she examined every part of his sleeping face, noting how the faint stubble along his jaw where he'd not had enough time or care in the past few days, how his lips were slightly parted and how his eyelashes fluttered gently. There were dark bags beneath his eyes and he looked worn out.

Yet, he still managed to look so...so...soft and peaceful despite what extracurricular activities he got up to when the sun went down.

A soft smile crept onto her lips. Yeah, she thought, she really liked this nerd. And what Emilia didn't know couldn't hurt her, right? After all, her sister didn't have her under surveillance. What she wasn't told, she wouldn't know.

So, Y/N wouldn't tell her.

Now she had no idea whether she'd fully date the guy, but was there any harm with doing a practice run for their mission. If they got closer and intimate before they flew out, it would seem more realistic. And if Emilia ever caught wind of how nice Y/N was acting towards Adrian, she could claim that this was a method to make him seem more comfortable and experienced in relationships.

Ultimately, Y/N's reasons were far more selfish. And that simply was because she felt something stir inside of her whenever he smiled at her; she felt that spark and burn everytime she gazed upon his beauty. His face was so expressive, his body language screamed his emotions without uttering a single sound and she loved it.

Loved seeing him happy, laughing and joking around like he didn't have a care in the world. Loved watching the way his lips curled into an affectionate smile, a small crinkle forming in his eyes.

As she'd said before, he had his own sort of charm. And he'd certainly charmed Y/N.

Next Chapter: No More Velvet

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padfootdaredmetoo · 10 months

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Can you do a fic where Peter has a panic attack/night terror and Wade calms him down?

Hey Anon,

As someone who is going through lots of ups and downs. I needed a comfort fic so thank you for requesting this. Hope you enjoy it and that you are doing okay <3 XO

Warnings: Throwing up, graphic description of panic, suicidal thoughts, death of loved ones, dark stuff, Spidey-Pool stuff at the end because I couldn't help myself.

Has anyone ever had a panic attack that lasted days?

Peters's hands shook and he cursed as he spelled the words wrong over and over.

Google: Yes.

Fuck.

He scrunched his eyes up and tried to breathe through the cold ice that was running through his body. He watched his fingers and palms go pale as the pressure on his chest threatened to crush him.

The feelings were inescapable. His body reacted to them as if it could somehow outrun his mind. Everything was vibrating, the sound of the electricity made him nauseous.

He laid down on the bathmat in front of the tub. Aunt May had gotten it for him because she hated the ripped-up hand towel that he had been using.

Aunt May.

Another wave of guilt crashed onto him with enough force to make him heave his tired body to the toilet again. Her face flashed before him, he could even hear the sound of her calling his name out in shock as he knew she would if she had seen him like this. A Sob broke through him and he wondered how it was possible to cry, throw up, and hyperventilate at the same time. None of it felt survivable, so maybe he would die like this.

Death would be a welcome friend at this point. It had been three days since he was last on patrol, three days since he saved that blonde woman with blue eyes. She looked so much like Gwen they could have been sisters. He had more people waiting for him on the other side than he did here. He wouldn’t have to worry about food or how he was going to pay rent this month. He thought it was funny that out of all the things he had fought and lived through he would die from a panic attack. His mind was racing, jumping back from memory to memory.

He felt their absence roll through him again.

The pain in his muscles was enough to make his vision hazy. He was so far under that he didn't notice the door open.

“Don’t freak out” He imagined Wade’s voice calling out to him and felt bad that he would be leaving Wade behind. He felt hands press against him. One of Wade's massive hands was pressed to the center of his chest holding him up. The other was on the back of his neck lifting his head from the toilet seat.

“Wade,” He mumbled. His eyes struggled to focus but the harsh light of the bathroom was reflecting off of a large black and red mass.

“Hey, Spidey. Don’t freak out.” He said softly. Why would this freak him out more than he was already freaked out? His face. Wade could see his face. Fuck.

He wanted to shout at him but ended up throwing up again. Wade helped support him by taking some of the burden off of his sore muscles. The toilet flushed and Wade pressed a bottle of sports drink into his hand.

Peter shook his head. He didn't want help. He deserved to suffer like this.

“What happened?” Wade whispered. Peter only shook his head again. He watched as Wade made himself comfortable leaning against the wall next to the toilet. He thought of a way to explain but his body started to feel cold again and another wave started.

Wade pulled him against his chest. It was horrible at first. The embarrassment somehow amplified everything. He felt Wade struggle to get his glove off.

Curiosity made his eyes snap open. He’d wanted to see Wade’s skin since he’d met him. He felt Wade’s skin before he saw it. Wade ran his hand under Peter’s sweaty T-shirt, his skin was heavily textured but still soft and warm. Wade’s hand stopped at the space between his shoulder blades and for unknown reasons, it grounded him. How he could possibly feel any peace crumpled up in Wade’s lap on his cramped bathroom floor was beyond him. His other hand pushed Peter’s hair back in what would be described as soothing. Peter didn't think Wade was capable of these types of things. But here he was calming Peter down with comforting sounds, and holding him tightly.

“Doesn't feel like a fever.” Peter was grateful that he didn't remove his hand. “Thought maybe I’d have to burn down that hot dog stand for giving you food poisoning.”

“Wade No.” Was all he could manage. Wade let out a loud laugh that Peter mostly heard through his chest.

“This about the Blonde then?” Peter reached for the toilet and Wade helped him again.

“You lose someone like her?” He pressed and Peter dry heaved choking on a sob. “So you have a Vanessa too?”

There was a sadness in Wade's voice that broke through whatever was isolating him. His instinct was to stop everything to comfort Wade. He sat up and wiped his nose on the back of his hand.

“Wade - “ He said in a shaky voice, but Wade saw it coming though.

“If you drink a few sips I won’t feel so sad.” His tone was joking but there was a firmness that told Peter that he’d be drinking the red drink if he wanted to or not.

He took a sip and tried to take a deep breath.

“Good boy,” Wade said in a genuine tone that brought heat to Peter’s face.

You're going to die anyway

This thought calmed him down slightly.

“You're a spider who needs a plan. Lucky that you're in luck - I’m a man who has a very big plan.” Wade’s mask winked and Peter groaned. He couldn't stomach a revenge plan right now. “Your apartment is very hot, it has no food, and is overall very depressing. My apartment is superior so I’m spider-napping you. You can try to resist. But we both know you can’t really resist me.” Wade winked again and Peter could see the effort his friend was making for him.

The thought of being alone made the part of him that wanted to survive reach out and grab Wade’s arm tightly.

"It will be okay. We can figure it out together" his voice was serious and Peter felt his words. They made everything better and so much worse at the same time.

Peter realized that Wade still had his glove off. He ran his hand down Wade's arm and gripped hold of his hand before he could pull away.

Even without his magical expression-filled mask, Peter knew his face was scrunched up in discomfort.

"My name's Peter." He said, trying to give Wade something back.

"Peter Parker, born August 10th, 1996, social insurance number is -" Wade started but Peter held up his other hand letting out a groan of defeat.

"When- h-how?" He was angry but his teeth started to chatter again and it came out more scared than anything.

"I've known for like at least three years," Wade said in an apologetic tone. “Did some research on you when we started working together all the time. I knew you were young I just wanted-”

“To violate my boundaries,” Peter said it in an almost playful tone.

“Protect you.” Wade said firmly. Tears started to spill down Peter's face again. Someone was here to protect him? There was a huge absence inside him he had felt his whole life after his dad passed, then it was a massive black hole after Uncle Ben. He didn't know what to do.

“I want you to let me die.” Peter squeezed his eyes shut and he hoped Wade would understand.

“No dice. I’m the captain now kiddo” Wade got up and Peter flinched. “Give me ten”

In less than ten minutes Wade had packed up a bag of lord knows what from all over his apartment. Peter sat there hugging his knees. He was almost afraid of what Wade’s apartment was like.

“Wade, are you sure you want me around?” Peter said in a whisper knowing Wade would hear him. “I’m not the best company.”

“Fuck off,” Wade said back from down the hall. “Let's go baby, Spider-napping is now in progress.”

Wade had him stand in his living room as he wrapped Peter up in a large flat sheet and covered his face with a pillowcase. Peter was barely able to stand so he just accepted this was his fate. This should set his panic off but Wade picked him up and carried him, no choice but to just let it happen.

You're going to die anyway.

Wade shoved him into the back of a taxi. Peter looked like a hostage or a dead body, panic ran through him until he focused on what Wade was saying. He was rattling off some kind of elaborate story about how he captured a ballerina who was also an arms dealer, who was actually an alien. Peter tried to follow along with the situation and wondered who the cab driver was. The man was laughing along, giving Wade praise.

Then Peter realized this must be his friend, and how Wade gets around the city. He listened to the rest of the story and had a lot of questions about if Wade had really retired his old ways.

“Mr.Pool, I don't think your lover would approve.”

“Ah, he’ll come around Dopinder. He can’t resist me.” A weird feeling washed over Peter, another emotion that added a weird burning sensation in his stomach.

“Well, good luck getting the Ballerina back to her mother ship.”

“Thanks for the ride. Crisp High Five.” Peter heard the slap of a high-five before the door flew open and he was getting dragged out of the back seat. Wade picked him up and he hated how much he wanted to stay like that.

The journey up to Wade’s apartment was beyond strange. He greeted the doorman and the concierge-like he had a bundle of flowers in his hand, not a body wrapped up in a sheet. The elevator ride was smooth and took forever. All this meant was Wade lived in a nice apartment. Peter tried to wrap his head around this.

Eventually, they were inside and Wade unwrapped him carefully.

“There, no one knows that Peter Parker knows Deadpool.” He smiled triumphantly. Suddenly the sheets made sense, Peter hadn't even thought about that.

“Thanks.”

“No problemo baby boy. Now you want to crash on the couch or go back to the bathroom floor?”

“Ah,” Peter looked at the very large leather couch in front of him. “Couch is fine.”

Wade gave him a nod. Peter sat on the side of the couch closest to the kitchen. Wade came back with a fluffy Hello Kitty blanket. He wrapped it around Peter and he was grateful as his apartment clearly had AC. Wade kicked off his boots by the door and slid into some blue crocks.

Peter looked at the massive TV in front of him, then to the side at the massive view of the city shining through the windows. His kitchen was huge and nice. Everything was surprisingly clean and comfortable.

Wade started banging around in the kitchen and Peter was happy to sit curled up and watch him. After a moment Wade came by to give him another sports drink. Before going back to the stove.

Chicken and rice were placed in a bowl in front of him. His mind started to spin out and his stomach hurt.

“Try your best. It will make you feel better.” Wade said gently sitting next to him on the couch. Wade flicked through some channels before landing on a Spongebob rerun.

“You must like Spongebob, being a 96 kid.” Peter nodded in response trying to think of the last time he watched TV or Spongebob. He couldn't afford cable, and even if he could between his internship, work, and running around the city, he barely had time to sleep.

They both sat in silence and Peter felt like a little kid again. He hadn’t had a home-cooked meal that wasn't instant noodles since Aunt May passed seven months ago. His throat got tight. He took a deep breath and continued eating, bite by bite.

“Want more?” Wade asked with an eyebrow lifted. Peter surprised himself by nodding. “You think your stomach can handle the sauce?”

“I think so.” He hadn't noticed that Wade’s had sauce on it. After trying a bite Peter was suddenly very happy he survived the night. “You can cook?” His voice was strangled and bewildered.

“Yep.”

“Oh,” Peter nodded and then looked at Wade and laughed. “Lots I don't know about you, huh?”

“Oh yeah. Normally when we hang out you're freaking out about something, and then we round up bad guys. Then we eat and sort of talk about nothing, then home.”

He realized that they could have talked about lots of stuff if Wade knew his identity the whole time.

“Erm, since you know im me - I’m doing an internship right now, I'm working in biophysics and biochemistry. I work at a newspaper selling pictures of Spiderman and various crimes. My Aunt died seven months ago from a drunk driver, and I’m kind of a mess from it still.” Peter felt a sense of relief talking about it. “Gwen died because when I webbed her to stop her falling, the force snapped her neck.”

His body was twisting up into knots again from the vulnerability of everything. It wasn’t fair to put this on Wade.

“My mum died of Cancer, and my dad beat the shit out of me till I joined the special forces, and killed a lot of people. Didn't want to kill certain people, got an honorable discharge, and couldn't work. Became a mercenary, killed more people for better money, fell in love. Got super duper deluxe cancer, went to an experimental lab, and got the shit kicked out of me again until my mutation kicked in. Won the girl back, got revenge, then lost the girl on our anniversary because I missed one and she got shot.”

“I had no idea, Wade - I” Peter whispered.

“Dude shut up,” Wade said, shoving Peter’s shoulder. “Now that we are officially best friends, let's get you into bed.”

Peter wanted to resist but also didn't want to be rude. Wade took him into a guest bedroom that was filled to the brim with Golden Girls Merchandise. Wade showed him where the bathroom was and how the shower worked then left him alone with his bag of clothes.

Peter sat on the edge of the bed for a moment trying to process what the hell had happened. They had been friends, but Peter never actually considered Wade a true friend, not enough to get to know him. Guilt started to bubble up again. Normally Wade just flirted with Peter and told him jokes. Normally if Peter wasn't trying to stop him from killing someone, he was beyond flustered and overwhelmed.

Peter took a quick shower and prayed that he would make it through the night without having a night terror.

Things started off okay. Until they weren’t. Everyone was suffering just out of his reach. Green Goblin crushed his bones as he struggled to get to them. Gwen’s scream echoed loudly.

“Peter.” Someone was shaking him. “Fuck.” He was barely conscious as he felt Wade pull him down from something. Once in his arms, he gave Peter another Shake. He tried to open his eyes but his body was operating on nothing again. “Moving you next to me,” Wade mumbled something about sheets.

He was on his back and he felt Wade move partially over top of him. His arm was across his shoulders and his leg was slotted between Peter’s. Peter didn't understand, but he also didn't care. The weight on him caused his body to stop shaking.

“Nothing going to get through me to hurt you, baby boy.” Peter felt Wade’s words press into the side of his head.

A different feeling rose up inside Peter. One he realized he would have to surrender to.

______Extras_______

Waking up entangled in Wade was strange. He was on his side curled into Wade’s chest. He felt the way his arms cradled him and for a moment he never wanted to be anywhere else.

“Morning baby boy.” His voice was husky and his hand squeezed the back of Peter’s neck gently. A moan escaped Peter’s mouth and he finally understood why that name caused him so much embarrassment.

“You are the worst sleeper ever,” Wade said in a light tone while running his hands through Peter’s hair. “I had to get you off the ceiling. I thought you were possessed or some shit. Tried to hold you down but you chilled out. Chased me all over the bed.”

Peter didn't think this is what friends did with each other. So he thought he’d just enjoy whatever this was and see where the lines were. He nuzzled his face into Wade’s neck.

“Sorry.” He mumbled. Wade smelled good, beyond good. Peter wanted to roll in it, bathe in it. Wade just pulled him closer.

“S’alright. I enjoyed it. It was nice being the one getting chased this time.”

Before Peter could react Wade continued.

Peter was scared. What if something happened to Wade? - Nothing would happen to Wade.

“I have an empty room. If you want to team up. There's always food, AC and heating. We spend all our free time together anyway.” Wade mumbled.

“Sometimes the cancer comes back, I’m pretty useless on those days, it would be nice to have someone around ya know.”

“Like your regenerative power just stops?” There was an edge of panic in his voice.

“It just slows down sometimes if I overuse it. Not enough to kill me, trust me.” Wade said and Peter didn't like the thought of him hurting.

“Do friends normally erm -” Peter asked anxiously, he didn't know how to ask the question.

“Peter, at least give your body a few days before the next crisis,” Wade said his hold on Peter tightening slightly.

“Who said it was a crisis?” Peter wasn't sure what the hell came over him. This was when he realized that his face was pressed into Wade's neck. An obvious distinction between where the collar of his T-shirt was and where the skin of his neck was.

Peter finally opened his eyes and pulled away, resisting Wade’s attempt to keep him in place, and looked up. Wade’s face was beyond scared. His body was covered in hypertrophic scarring. There was no beginning or end. But his eyes were what gutted Peter.

He’d been dodging Wade’s flirting for years on the premise of never letting another person close enough to hurt them, well, and not knowing what the hell to do about it. Wade provided something that was so special, so hard to find. He genuinely made Peter feel safe. His Spider senses flat-out didn't work on Wade. No matter how awful the things he had done, he always wanted to be good enough to work with Peter.

“Do you often kidnap ballerinas and haul them up to your apartment?”

“What? Oh, no. Well, she needed help, Peter. I couldn't just leave her here selling alien weapons to the criminals of New York. She just needed some cash to get home to her galaxy.” Wade shrugged.

“That would be a deal breaker for me,” Peter said with a smile. He watched Wade’s face contort into a look of confusion in real life. No mask.

“What kind of deal are we making?” Wade asked seriously.

“What kind of deal do-” Peter was 85% sure they were flirting, or at least that he was trying to flirt.

“No, don’t do that.” Wade said firmly.

Wade pulled him in against his chest again and he was happy they didn't have to talk it out right now. Peter just wanted to rest.

“I like this” He wiggled his body. “But friends dont exactly do this. Or at least feel this way when they do it.” He bit his lip. “I havent really got further than that.”

#spideypool #spideypool fic #wade wilson #Peter parker #peter parker imagine #wade wilson imagine #spider man #the amazing spiderman #deadpool imagine #deadpool #spiderman imagine #spider man imagine

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Barn Anon. Thank you but I think I'm more comfortable being Anon. Just how I am I suppose? Either ways, I tried again to make something happier.

It's been a few days now since you left your parent's house. This is easily the longest sleepover you've ever had! Best day ever! or maybe best week ever would be more appropriate? You had never seen so many Salamanders before. You had seen other Space Marines before when your Salamander brought you along with him to what looked like a Space Marine hangout?

That place was so interesting, their armours all so different and colourful. You told your Salamander that they remind you of power rangers, getting a loud laugh in return. He had told you of the various legions and chapters, though you can't remember them all. Though it seems like they're all nice people! Or maybe it's because that particular hangout was frequented by those with fondness for humans.

Now however you find yourself following one of the other Salamanders through the large building. You had left your jacket in your room, you wouldn't need it here. the Salamanders keep their building nice and warm. He reaches down and picks you up, setting you on a tabletop that would give you a good view of a training pit.

There you see your Salamander out of armour fighting with another unarmoured Salamander. He and his opponent move so fast, it was almost a blur at some points. A large hand is carefully wrapped around your waist to make sure you don't fall. Your Salamander had told you how they train with each other and you were quick to ask if you could watch.

You swing your feet as you sit at the table's edge, you watch and cheer your Salamander on. Best sleepover ever.

You know what Barn Anon I can respect that and if you're more comfortable doing this then I wont stop you

this is gonna kinda long

Yes Sunny is a Terran born Night Lord you wanna fight about it?

Officer Riley looked over the missing child case though it looked like it was turning into a case of Astarte's linked abduction but all their parents knew was the Astartes in question was green. That didn't help... if it was a Dark Angel the kid could still be alive unless the feral astartes got a case of paranoia then that kid was as good as dead... if it was a death guard another case of they would have to find a body.

He sighs putting his head on the desk hearing the door open up and his space marine sits in his reinforced chair. Officer Riley was very aware of the Irony that was Suul... or as he called him Sunny to piss him off. He looked at the Night Lord sitting in the chair. Though he was what was called an "Old Breed" or "Old Stock" or even as Sunny said "Terran born". But still the Irony wasn't lost on him... a cop getting a Night Lord... but Sunny was stubborn to let the officer know that he was his charge and he was there to keep him safe.

"Something feels wrong Sunny. Did you learn anything from the Space Marines in the area?" He looked up at the Space Marine.

What left the Night Lord wasn't the typical Slavic accent that most others had but some weird what Officer Riley would call a Metropolitian accent, "Salamanda'" He said looking at his servos like he was looking at nails.

"A Salamander took them?"

"Ye' Left during the wolf's midnight patrol." Sunny had managed to get one Space Marine to at least talk with him. "Ya know there's a compound of them a bit of a trek away."

"Why would a Salamander take a child? They normally don't."

Sunny hums and nods before looking at him, "Why don't we go ask him."

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You were having so much fun! Only time that was boring was when your Salamander went and did his forge time but you would play on a tablet that the tech marine of the group gave you. You were starting to learn more and more.

BLARE

You jump at the alarm blare as suddenly you were picked up by a Salamander before you were given to your Salamander and then he and a few others moved you to a safe location. "What's happening?" You ask as your Salamander looks down at you.

"A feral space marine is in the area. The alarm wouldn't normally go off but since you are here... precaution." He says with a smile.

You lean against his arm just worried.

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"Sunny stop following me." Officer Riley said looking back at the Night Lord

"Fat chance. Ya might get yerself killed." Suul said he had little to fear from the Salamander's hurting his charge but he didn't know what else was around and that made the Night Lord paranoid because who knew what they knew.

"You just want to come along to translate for me don't you." Officer Riley says just looking at his large shadow just shrug.

"I've got big ears and Salamanders are big boys with big mouths... always useful to-" Suul started before he put himself in front of the officer as suddenly they were surrounded.

He holds his breath wondering how he didn't hear them approach but then again the snow did wonders to hide the noise but... he looks over their disrupted outlines of the large green giants. He looks over his shoulder at their massive weapons and on either side he sees two with flamethrowers aimed right at Sunny. Sunny was slowly putting his arms up and his hands behind his head getting to a knee to try and minimize the chance of his human getting hurt.

"My- my name is Officer Riley," He shows his badge out towards the most decorated looking Salamander, "We're looking for a kid. Their parents said they were grabbed by a feral Astartes and we were wondering if you knew of anything? Perhaps you found them?"

Sunny starts to translate before a gauntleted hand is held up, "I understand and speak their language."

"Well fuck me I guess." Sunny mumbles.

"Why don't you two come with us." The Salamander says as Riley hears the snow crunch behind him as they close in. "It is cold out."

"Alright thank you. Come on Sunny." Officer Riley says swallowing the sinking feeling in his gut. This was always the danger of dealing with "feral" Astartes they tended to group up into warbands or companies.

"We will not hesitate to kill the Night Lord." The Salamander speaks with finality in his voice.

"I will be on my best behavior on the Emperor's word." Suul promises causing the Salamander to hum.

#warhammer 40k #space marine husbandry #Astartesnapping #Salamander #Night Lord #tales from the barn #barn anon #space marine husbandry sentience

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starlessskies94 · 3 months

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Mistakes (Ada x Joel)

A/n: A little while ago I got an ask about the possibility of Joel and Ada cheating on each other. While in my main story where two are endgame and I would never have them hurt the other like that because it would break my little writer's heart…I couldn't get the idea out of my head…plus the DRAMA THOUGH!! I was feeling in an angsty mood so…this happened. Sorry :(

Joel sat at the bar slumped over his third glass of whiskey; he and Ada had been arguing again and the fighting had gotten so bad that he couldn’t even remember what had started it. The Tipsy Bison was quiet this time of night and Joel was thankful for that. He didn’t need the whole town sticking their noses in his damn business. Seth had made a few snide remarks at his expense but a stern look and a grumbled ‘Go to hell’ to the bitter old bastard and he’d gotten the message and backed off. Leaving Joel to wallow in peace.

He sighed deeply as the thoughts rushed through his head; taking a swig of his drink.

“Hey Joel, everything okay?” A voice asked, it was Esther, a woman who worked in the hydro plant just outside of Town. He’d met her once or twice before; worked a few patrols here and there but other than that, he’d barely even said two words to the woman. Joel looked up at the woman who approached him and shook his head slightly.

"No...not really..." he muttered before sipping his drink once more, taking a long gulp before he continued. "Things have been a little rough lately..." Joel didn’t know why he was telling her this. Maybe getting things off his chest would ease the knot currently residing in his stomach.

“Oh sorry to hear that, everything okay?” Esther asked as she took a seat beside him at the bar. Joel frowned as he tried to think if he really wanted to open up to this person who was pretty much a stranger to him.

"Just...some personal things..." he said, hoping that she would find that an acceptable answer and move on.

“Are you and Ada fighting again?” She asked tentatively, catching him off guard. His head snapped around as he heard her ask the question...was he that obvious?

"How'd you know?"

“Just a lucky guess I suppose.” She shrugged as she flagged down Seth and ordered her own drink before turning back to Joel. “You know I’ve noticed you around here these last few years; you work hard for the town. And do a lot for patrol.” She said Joel looked a little surprised as she brought up his work and patrol duties. He wasn't really sure where she was going with this.

"Uh…Yeah...I do what I can to keep the peace…making sure things are safe around here..." He uttered. Smiled and Joel knew he was in trouble. “‘Folks appreciate that Joel, they really do.” She said softly before continuing “And I’m sorry that things aren’t going great with your wife right now.” Oh. Perhaps he’d misread the signals. Maybe she was just being polite. Trying to be a friend and offer him an ear to listen to his woes. Usually he and Tommy confided to each other about stuff like this, except…Tommy wasn’t here right now.

"Thanks," Joel muttered as he took another sip of his whiskey.

He was getting sick of the arguing between them. It was exhausting and he was starting to feel like he couldn't handle it anymore. He had really hoped that things would blow over, but now he was worried that this was going to lead to the end of them. Esther seemed to be kind enough to let him talk through his feelings, it wouldn’t be the worst thing to ask her for advice. Would it?

"Hey...can I ask you somethin’?"

“Sure thing.” She said, leaning back on her bar stool.

Joel looked away for a moment, as he tried to figure out if this really was the best question to ask at the moment. He didn't want to make the situation more awkward than it already was.

"Is it normal for married couples to fight this much...? Like...is this normal?"

Esther shrugged, taking another sip of her drink as she chuckled “I don’t know Joel, I ain’t ever been married.” She smiled. Leaning forward and stroking a hand up his arm. “But if you’re ever looking to blow off some steam, my door is always open.” she purred. And Joel went cold.

What?

Joel was taken aback by her blunt words; okay maybe he’d had been reading things right after all. He felt a small shiver when he felt her hand brush further across his arm. She was attractive...but he couldn't...

No...he couldn't. He wouldn’t.

Yet...a part of him wanted to act on this impulse, but he wouldn't because he wasn't that sort of man...He loved Ada and hated himself for even entertaining the idea.

He took another long drink from his glass before speaking again.

"I appreciate the offer...but...I don't think that's a good idea...for obvious reasons..."

Esther shrugged nonchalantly “Your choice, but you know where I am if you change your mind handsome.” She smirked and she walked away. He watched her go and he felt sick, rising to his feet and immediately running home to make up with Ada.

Joel's stomach churned as he rushed home from the bar, his mind flooded with guilt over the idea of entertaining Ester's offer.

He didn't want this...he didn't want to hurt his wife...but there was a part of him that was curious...curious to see if the offer was real...He shook that thought out of his head by the time he made it home. He was going to do the right thing and apologize to his wife.

He rushed in through the door not even bothering to knock. “Ada baby…we need to talk.”

Ada froze at the sight of him. “Joel would are you-“ he cut her off as he took her in his arms and kissed her. “Ada I’m sorry for fightin’, for walkin’ out and tryin’ to drown my sorrows at the bar all night.” Ada looked at him with confusion painted across her features. “Honey, are you okay, you’re shaking…”

“Something happened and I realized that I don’t want anyone else but you. It doesn’t matter what we were fightin’ about, I don’t care whose fault it was, I just want us to be happy.”

Ada smiled lightly “Joel… you’re right.”

There was an instant relief in Joel's face as he felt his wife take his words so well. He was terrified that this conversation would be the final nail in the coffin for their marriage.

"I'm sorry..." he muttered, burying his face into her neck, "I was out of line with how I've treated you...you don't deserve that."

“Joel, I'm the one who was in the wrong. I know you said it doesn’t matter whose fault it was but it was mine and I’m sorry.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed him on his temple.

“Can I ask you something though?” She asked, pulling away slightly. Joel nodded "Yes?" he replied, looking directly in her eyes.

“What happened?” She asked with narrow eyes.

The question made Joel's stomach sink suddenly. He hadn't expected her to ask him...and part of him still felt like lying would be the safest option. Yet, he was tired of lying to his wife...and the only way that it would ever be right was to just be honest.

"Esther..she made a pass at him while I was at Seth’s bar." he mumbled, looking away with a sigh, "Don't be upset please..."

Ada nodded solemnly as she turned towards the door. “Esther huh?” She hissed bitterly. “I’m not upset…I’m just going to kill her.” She growled.

"Baby please...she's not worth making a big deal over-" he was quick to grab at her arm to keep her from leaving, "...and I put a full stop to it right when she tried to suggest somethin’..."

Ada froze and turned back towards Joel; “What exactly did she say to you?”

Joel swallowed and looked away again as he tried to remember the exact wording that she had used with him. He didn’t want to do this. Not now they were finally making up. But he knew Ada. And there was no way in hell she’d let things go until he told her. He exhaled a heavy defeated sigh as he found new interest in the floor instead of her eyes.

"She said...she said that everyone knew how hard I worked around here...and if I ever needed to 'blow off steam' then her door is always open…”

There he’d told her. He said the words. And as he gathered the courage to look at his wife, he saw a whole new side. She was shaking with anger, her blood boiling.

“So she was offering to sleep with you even though she knows you're married to me and that we were in the middle of a fight?!” Ada sighed “why would she do that?!”

Joel swallowed again as he kept his eyes on the floor as he uttered his next words.

"I-I think she thought that our relationship was in trouble...and I kind of...I kind of did think about going there for a moment… but just thinking about it was enough for me to realize I don't want to be with anyone but you..." Stop talking Joel, stop talking. He chastised himself.

Ada turned cold as she heard Joel’s words gazing at him with wide eyes. “What?” She breathed, “What do you mean you thought about going over there? Were you…tempted to sleep with her?” She asked with tears in her.

Joel flinched and he felt a hot rush of shame wash over him as he watched the way his words impacted her.

"I uh..." he muttered after a long breath, " I would have never gone through with it...I swear...I just wanted to pretend for a moment that everything was okay...that I could just forget about our fight and everything that's been happening recently and act like nothing was wrong..."

Ada scoffed, “Are you fucking kidding me?!” She cried. “How would you feel if I said I thought about sleeping with another man?” She asked in tears

He frowned, “Of course I would be hurt..." he mumbled, looking away as he struggled to even think of what to say at this moment, "But I promise...I would have never gone through with it...I love you..."

“How can I believe that you love me when you’ve just admitted that you thought about cheating on me? How could I ever trust you after that?” Ada spat at him, her heart breaking. Joel couldn't bear hearing this. He had really screwed up this badly then there was no way that he could ever earn back her trust.

"I didn’t mean it like that…it just made me feel…goddamn it I don’t know…" he said again, "Ada just...please…"

He tried to hug her but she pulled away and he felt hopeless as he watched his wife fall apart because of him. “No, I’m done Joel. I don’t think I can ever forgive you for this.” Ada cried.

There was an instant wave of despair that shot through him when he realized that all hope was lost.

"Please..." he said again, this time practically pleading for her to give him a chance.

She laughed harshly through her tears as she roughly wiped at them with her sleeve. “If you want comfort then go find Esther; because you’ll get nothing from me!” She said bitterly. “We’re over Joel..”

"I don't want Esther!" he said quickly, his voice getting louder as the desperation rose within him, "She's nothing compared to you...I just..."

He fell to his knees, looking up at her with eyes that were pleading her to forgive him, "Please...you don't understand how much I love you..."

Ada gasped a broken sob as she wiped at her eyes “I know how much you love me and I love you but I don’t think I can trust you anymore. I’ll make things work with Ellie so we can keep things normal for her but you and me; we’re done.” She said finally.

Joel slowly pushed himself back up from the floor, his body feeling numb as he realized he had just destroyed his family.

The hours seemed to drag as Joel found himself right back where he started. Sitting at the bar with number…he didn’t even remember anymore; of another glass of whiskey. The pain was too much. The alcohol wasn’t working anymore no matter how much he drank. He just wanted to make it stop, make it all go away. Even for just a moment. He found himself walking, his feet carrying him without even really thinking about where he was heading. When found himself knocking at Esther’s door, he felt as if he were in a daze the entire time...all he wanted was to feel what he once had with Ada...if he couldn't have her then at least he could find something else to numb the pain.

His hands were shaking as he stood at the door and finally after a few minutes he heard a small voice, "Coming."

Esther opened the door, her eyes widening as she saw him. "You came back?" she asked in amused shock.

"Yeah..." he muttered after a long pause, “Does that offer of yours still stand..." he stepped into her house and took a breath,

Esther's surprise was evident as she took in his question. She had been a little taken aback by the fact that he had actually come, yet now that he was there...

"It does..." she replied with a grin, stepping to the side to let him in.

Joel nodded, feeling a bit of a sense of relief come over him as he finally felt like something was going his way for a change. She seemed like she could make him forget about everything that was wrong in his life and that was all he needed right now.

Esther led him into her bedroom and to her bed, laying down as she tried to lure him towards her.

Joel's breathing was getting heavier as he followed along, this was a mistake...a big mistake...he told himself as he got closer.

Yet he kept going, he knew there was no turning back now and he couldn't bear to even think about how much he hated himself as his body was pressed up against hers.

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What a mistake.

It was the most idiotic thing he had ever done, yet the warmth of Esther's body was all he wanted in that moment.

And it left him feeling sick.

Joel was torn by the two sides.

One told him that this was wrong, that he needed to get back and try and fix things with Ada.

Yet the other...the selfish side of him was telling him to stay there for a little while longer...to forget about everything that had just happened.

He got dressed and left; disgusted with himself for betraying Ada like that…

Meanwhile Ada rushed through the streets looking for Joel. It was heading into the early hours of the morning and she had debated all night whether to go after him or hope he would come back on his own. She hated fighting. But Joel had hurt her with the stupid things he’d said. He’d been drunk and idiotic to the point of trying to be too honest in order to avoid another argument, only to cause one anyway.

He’d been flattered by her offer. That was what he’d meant to say. His drunken brain not being able to say the right words. Ada knew him enough to know that. She’d be lying to herself if she said that she hadn’t even looked at other men or even found them attractive but never in a million years would she ever act on it.

She’d been searching for him for what felt like hours to apologize for their fight getting out of hand, for overreacting. She loved and trusted Joel and she needed to tell him that.

But when she saw him leaving Esther's house adjusting his shirt, she froze, her whole body turning cold.

They stopped and stared at each other. They both knew what he had done.

“Joel….please tell me you didn’t...” Ada uttered with a sob.

Joel stopped and looked back at her, his heart sinking as she spoke. This was it...He slowly nodded his head and looked away from her, unable to even keep eye contact.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered…

#the last of us #starlessskies writes #joel miller #the last of us part 2 #writing #tlou #fanfiction #ada x joel

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tobiasdrake · 5 months

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So that's it. That's the truth of our case. We know who our killer is. In a way, we've known for a while. All that's left is to clinch it.

The deepest, darkest, and most tragic secret of this case. How did a murderer penetrate the inner lab?

The answer is, we wore Yakou like a hat. A hat made of knives. So, Kung Lao's hat. We wore Yakou like Kung Lao's hat.

Poor Halara. They're up there trying desperately to resuscitate Yakou but he's a) dying of incurable gas and b) about to get Soul Reaped anyway. I hope they don't blame themselves when it happens.

Fortunately, if all Fubuki did was crack the Panel Room with us unknowingly, she's off the hook and in no danger. Servan was more involved in Shachi's murder and the Labyrinth let him off with a stern glare.

Obviously Yakou. Also a part of me considered that the woman in question might be Yuma's mom but that's just because she has purple hair. I shouldn't make assumptions. Not everyone with purple hair is related to one another.

It's not even the right shade of purple. Though it could be tempered by Yakou's blue, maybe? Anime hair does that sometimes.

I'm way off base here. Moving on. Our killer is, beyond a shadow of a doubt....

So we can now say pretty confidently that Jawline is Fink the Slaughter Artist. But Fink never set foot in the lab. He was here to conceal the truth behind why Yakou is dead.

Probably to avoid blowback on the Master Detectives when their boss murdered Amaterasu's most important scientist. I said before that the stabbings seemed a) unprofessional and b) emotionally motivated. Both of those things make sense now.

Oh, that's why the photo was here. I figured he simply carried it around on him.

Did Jawline know that Yakou was his client? Or did Yakou wrestle the photo away from him during the struggle?

Sephiroth Vader has been defeated but Vivia's still going to defend Yakou from the cruel grip of the truth.

I'm sure Yakou sincerely meant that. Emotionally motivated. But it was also part of the ruse to disguise the crime as a professional hit. It ensured everyone would be looking at FInk, not Nocturnal Detective Agency, when the smoke settled.

At least, in theory. Didn't work out so well for us in practice.

Or that. I was right on the ball when I said it's weird that Fink would send us a note, and makes more sense if Yakou sent it to us himself.

That also covers his OOC behavior when he's suddenly gung-ho to rescue some dipshit Amaterasu scientist after weeks of telling everyone to lay low and keep our heads down.

In fact, a paranoid part of me wonders if this was the plan from the start. If Yakou was discouraging us from making waves because he didn't want us getting our jolly asses killed by the Peacekeepers before he had a chance to finalize this plan.

To disguise the truth, is what I've been going with. Let's see what Yuma says.

Nobody would think twice about four new corpo-cops suddenly patrolling the halls if everyone's running around trying to thwart Jawline. That makes sense. So it wasn't about protecting us.

That makes my heart sad. :(

That's when he went to the airlock. He didn't go the other direction; He used his lead to get there first.

Jawline was the only person who could have been responsible for the blackout. But since we now know that Jawline isn't complicit in the lab intrusion, it makes more sense. The blackout was part of the plan to kill Yakou, per Yakou's instructions.

For Yakou, it gave him a cover story. "Oh no, a blackout, we need to hurry up and get Huesca out of there before the killer gets him through all that non-powered security!" was what he used to separate from us and instill in us the urgency we used to crack the Most Locked-est Room Ever.

This is why the blackout was the most inscrutable piece of the puzzle. It couldn't open doors or disable Huesca's security. If anything, it made doors more locked until backup power switched on and it didn't matter anymore. It couldn't do fucking anything. There was no practical reason for it. It contributed nothing to this plan.

The reason it was useless is because it's a placebo. It was an empty threat designed to instill in us a sense of urgency and get us moving. Yakou used the blackout to get us in gear and push us towards our steps of the plan.

Yakou spent a long time working on this. It's super premeditated. And reliant on insider knowledge of Amaterasu's classified lab. Photo Lady had to have worked there. Maybe the second desk in that office was Yakou's?

Yakou put his faith in us to ferry him to Huesca. We did not disappoint him.

Y'know, it's weird but I'm proud of that. I mean, a man is dead but fuck 'im. Huesca's far from a sympathetic victim. I know that and I don't even have the full details on Yakou's motive. I know enough to know Huesca got what he had coming for him.

We did this, y'all. We worked together to make this happen. This isn't Yakou's victim. It's all of our victim.

Yuma's sitting here wrestling with the awful truth, trying not to crumble under the pressure of his world shattering. But I'm over here respecting Yakou more than I have since the day we met him. You did it, man. You beat Amaterasu's highest possible security in the bowels of their HQ and pulled off the crime of the century.

And since the plan called for him to die triumphantly anyway, a legitimate argument could be made that he unknowingly beat Shinigami too while he was at it. Yeah, go ahead and reap his soul. Take the last 45 seconds of his life from him. Not like it fucking matters anyway. He's already won.

Murderer Yakou is infinity times cooler than Detective Yakou ever was! Holy shit, where was this guy in all of our hangouts!?

More than anything, Yakou wanted nobody to know why he did this. Even after his death. I'd thought he was trying to protect the agency but it feels like this goes deeper than that.

I want to say he wanted to discourage us for our own emotional wellbeing but my guy was about to slit Yuma's throat before Ghost Yakou intervened. So. Yeah. This was definitely more about protecting Yakou than anything else.

He wanted to do both if he could help it but if push came to shove, he was ready to kill Yuma to defend Yakou's reputation. It was only Yakou saying outright, "Do not do that thing," that convinced him otherwise.

And. Yeah. We talked about this before but. Like. We're in this mess because the Peacekeepers decided apropos of nothing that we dunit.

Well guess what, fuckos! We did dunit. A stopped clock is right twice a day. Yomi's equation is belligerent nonsense but his result isn't wrong. If anything, the truth makes our situation worse. We have accomplished nothing by learning all of this.

As much as Vivia doesn't outwardly show much of his feelings, he believed in Yakou. He liked working here and he liked Yakou enough to trust Yakou implicity. He doesn't know why Yakou did this, but he also doesn't care. It doesn't matter. He stands behind it, whatever the purpose.

I don't have that same kind of respect for Yakou but I do find myself nonetheless in the same boat as Vivia. I don't know why Yakou did this, but I've seen enough - both of him and of Huesca - to believe he had the right of it.

The grave-dancing Robot Researcher was right.

#master detective archives: rain code #drake plays rain code

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zatannaroth · 8 months

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"it's has been two months since Raven has been kidnapped by brother blood...and she still hasn't fully healed."

"I wouldn't blame her, she's pregnant with the enemy child."

"You know...you're the only one who could help her go through this."

"Me? I thought you and her were-" "Tim it's always has been you."

"I see."

As Tim left the private room, he notice that outside was dark. Before he decided to got out on patrol just for a little while. He went straight to Raven room. "Rave..it's me Timmy." He knocks gently. He softened his voice and make sure his presence were calming. The door soon slide open and there she was...laying on the bed with all the darkness. Her body turn to the face to the window and out to the city lights. She had the best view out of the whole tower. Tim slowly came over to lay on the edge of her bed. "Hey...are sleep well?" As he gently lay hand on her ankle.

Usually everyone knew that Raven hated being touched but to everybody shocked that Tim was the only person who can carry her whenever she was injured. "I'm still having trouble sleeping to be honest." She replied as she kept her eyes closed. She started to feel uncomfortable in her own bed. She didn't know either it was the memories or the just the pregnancy. Tim thought for a second and had an idea "would you like to sleep in my bed?...it's bigger and you would have more space." Raven didn't even hesitate, she lifted herself a bit and nodded. She was very tired and could wait to used a different bed.

Tim let out a small chuckle "Come on Angel, let's get you some nice rest." He pick her up and head to his room which wasnt far from her. Raven noticed that he was in his uniform as she lay on his chest. "You're going out on patrol?" Tim hums in response. "yes but it'll be few hours."

They head into his room and he immediately lays Raven onto his bed. Raven felt completely now relaxed and her back was hurting anymore. She closed her eyes and let the smell of Tim's room absorb her. But then felt a something onto of her stomach. She open her eyes and look down. Tim's hand...were on her stomach. Tim's was her safe place, she layed her hand on top of his and said "You know...you were the only one, who made me think on having this baby." Tim looked surprised "Really?..why is that?" He asked. Raven couldn't help but to let out small laugh, she looked over to her shoulder. While Staring at a random thing that Tim had kept at the wall.

"Because you saw that there was good in me. Before the team had ever thought..you saw a sparkle in me that my mother never did. Yes my father wasn't Good man...but you never once blame me for it. You have never seen me as daughter of a devil but as a Angel." Tim knew it was true. He knew what she had been through for a long. He has always been there since they first met. He remember the woman that he has never met before, wanted to save innocent lives from her evil father. "And I know that this child will have sparks too. And I'll see her, like you see me." She let a tear run down her cheek. And Tim was there to rub it away. "You are going to be an wonderful mother Raven. I've seen the you handle child as if their were your own. And I know that you will sometimes you might be alone but your not. You'll have me and the team. Hell I'll will make a crib here if you ever need to rest." He told her cause her to laugh. "You would do that?" "I would a million things for you and this baby."

"Tim." She sat up so she could face him. As now Tim had a arm next to her side and her's was now on his shoulder for balance. She was hesitant at her first but decided to give a shot. "I know you been helping me throughout my pregnancy going to the doctor, making sure I'm being cared while your out with the team, helping me with my cravings and evening lifting my hair when I'm throwing up...but what I'm trying to say that..I would love to put you as the father of my children in birth certificate and take her in, case of anything would happens to me." She look directly to his eyes. And what she didn't expect was the next. He kissed her like saying in a million things in one action. She held his cheek and returned the kiss. She felt alive again and it was better than ever. She was going to be alright again. That what he had promised her when held her after she was kidnapped. Two moths ago she thought she was never going to see the lights again. But then came in her Angel to save her and her child. She was safe, her daughter was safe. She knew that Tim Drake was the only men she ever love for the rest of her life.

#timrae

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little-miss-buffy · 2 years

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starter for @starsaroundscarsx

Buffy heard the front door slam and fast footsteps up the stairs. Elena was home. Last night's patrol had gotten out of hand and Buffy was apparently more bruised up than she had ever been since moving to Mystic Falls. Of course, Elena noticed and freaked out asking Buffy what happened. The more Buffy insisted nothing happened, the more upset Elena got. While Elena was out, Buffy had spent all day trying to figure out how to explain her bruises to her. The best she could come up with was that she took MMA or something like that. When she heard Elena's door close, Buffy decided that now was the time, but when she stepped into the hallway, Elena's door opened a little and then was slammed shut. Buffy sped-walked to the door and was about knock when she heard Stefan's voice from the other side.

"I would never hurt you. You're safe with me."

Knowing she should probably kick the door down, Buffy just listened to the two teens talk. Apparently, Damon was behind the "animal attacks," but Stefan only drank animal blood. The Salvatore brothers were vampires. Buffy felt stupid for not seeing it before. She should've at least known that Damon was a vampire due to the bite marks on Caroline's neck. But, Stefan never raised any red flags. Elena was bite free and any time she was in his vision, Buffy saw his eyes turn into cartoon hearts. It was easy to see he was in love with her. How was she supposed to know that there were good vampires other than Angel and Spike?

Now, Stefan was begging Elena not to tell anyone because knowing was dangerous. That's the exact reason why Buffy kept what she really was a secret. But, Elena was now officially part of this world. Thanks, Stefan. "I never wanted this," Buffy heard Stefan say. Now, Buffy just felt bad for the poor guy. She knew Stefan would never hurt Elena. After a while, Buffy went to knock on the door, but didn't have to because the door swung wide open and she came face-to-face with Elena. "I'm sorry," she said, checking over Elena's shoulder for Stefan, but he'd gone. "I just...I need to talk to you. It's really important. Can I come in?" Elena knew vampires existed. There was no reason to lie to her anymore.

#starsaroundscarsx #buffy summers #elena gilbert #v: the hellmouth comes home #it's about power #// confession time

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theauthorlives · 2 years

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uncharacteristic tenderness from the SINGULARITY — gunther is watched from afar as he goes about his duties. starbright gaze follows him from task to task. dutiful, devoted. (you ever think about running away?) (probably not.) when gunther lays down to sleep he might think he feels a touch of static trailing down one cheek. but it’s only a dream.

@sunstouch / @jumpinagain

"- change in the system? Good. The last thing we need is any damage to the weapons on the ship. What about rations? Have the recent batch been checked -"

Just like opening a book and picking up where you left off, the story of the doomed Invincible II plays out. Whereabouts in the space frontier are they? Does it matter, really? All that matters is the ship continues running. With Mark gone, and nothing to power the warp core, it was up to the remaining three Leads to take up the responsibility of the ship. There was an interim Head Engineer, but there was no Captain. Neither Burt, Celci, nor Gunther had received a promotion, so the jobs were equally shared out in an unofficial manner.

"It has to be an error," Celci had said, when the Computer insisted no promotions were available. "How can we have a ship with no Captain?"

"There is a chance that their ship is late. Like the dandelion seed drifting on the wind, they may not be able to properly steer a course in the right direction." Burt's words, however poetic, did little to truly offer consolation to anyone.

The third lead, Gunther, had said nothing. Normally, he would give a quip about the ship needing as much help as possible. When the other two looked for his input, he simply shrugged and gestured to the one unofficially in the role of Head Engineer.

Whatever had been on his mind had to be kept to himself. How could he explain that looking at the interim Head Engineer made his chest feel hollow? Everyone was so keen to move on from the absence of Mark that it never seemed right to bring it up.

He has no idea that no one mentions him because no one else remembers Mark. Did that one timeline where Gunther threw himself into the wormhole leave him with an extra memory embedded deeper than any programming reset?

The crew can't know the ADS Lead is burdened with an aching heart. They can't know the real reason why he slows outside certain rooms is because part of him hopes to see someone else walking out of it so he can lift him up and fluster him for just a moment. They can't even discover the reason there's a motivational poster on the wall in the dorm wing is because Gunther couldn't stand seeing the blank wall where a door used to be.

He missed Mark with ever fibre of his being, and he didn't realise how much he loved the engineer until he disappeared.

Sometimes, he glances at the exploration ships waiting in the hangar. Would he be forgiven if he took one and went on a quest across the planets to find Mark? But... Would Mark want that? The Invincible II was his baby, his pride and joy. He couldn't run away, no matter how badly he wanted to. It wouldn't be right. Even without him here, it was like there was the expectation that Mark might appear, that he might be watching in every metal panel, in every wire, in every screw and bolt. He'd make Mark proud and stay.

Instead, he had to content himself with staring at the stars from the bridge when things were quiet at the very end of his night patrol. He could almost imagine the conversations they would be having:

"Those stars lined up together remind me of Orion's Belt. Have you heard the story of that one, Gunther? It was the one about..."

He lied, sometimes. He'd pretend he forgot a story just to let Mark talk passionately about the stars that he adored so much. How grateful he was that he did that. He could remember the stories others might have brushed aside. Maybe he should try writing them down before he forgot.

("You're like that one star there. You see it?" Gunther had pressed close to Mark so he could point at the glass. "The bright one in the middle. That's you.")

The walk back to his cabin was lonely, but there was the faint trace of something watching. Obviously, his mind tutted, there are security cameras. But it went further than the corridors. It was in his room when he was ready to turn the light out and get some sleep before another day.

Something faint brushed against his cheek. It wasn't the pillow, it wasn't his hand absent-mindedly scratching his face. Whatever it was, it was comforting, even if it was just his imagination.

Moments later, something trailed down his other cheek, but that was far more tangible.

In the privacy of the cabin, none of the crew could witness the way the heartbroken soldier wept for his missing love.

#but the embrace of the black hole is tempting (gunther/gin)#(I am SO glad I had to delay in writing this)#jumpinagain #(look look I did the angst thing and it went on waaay too long)

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diazpatcher · 1 year

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In another life pt.2

The helicopter crash wasn't the worst thing of it. Falling out of the sky into a war zone, into hot sunlight and burning sand wasn't the worst thing.

No the worst thing was watching as Miller fell out of the helicopter, it was when he and the other climbed out and saw her disfigured body, head split open arms bent at an impossible ankle and the sand around her brown from all the blood that she had lost.

Eddie prayed, for the first time in a long while he prayed. He prayed to be saved to be able to hold his son one more time. Who ever was listening didn't see it fit to have mercy on him.

Mills was dead, Gregg's was barely alive and he and Rogers were halfway okay. Shoot and bullets stuck in their muscles but alive.

"Gregg's, stay up stay with me." His head lulled onto his chest, Eddie fumble with the bandage, trying to wrap it as tightly as he can around his own leg. The bullet was still in there and he knew that if he pulled it out, he would bleed and it wouldn't stop.

"Come on we need to stay alive." Roger's huffed, shaking his head. "We're not gonna make it Diaz, no one's going to come for us. They don't care."

Eddie knew. He knew it in his sore bones and the rising sun that they were doomed. But he couldn't give up yet. Not yet. Because his son was waiting for him, his wife was waiting. His future was waiting for him.

The third day Gregg's died. In his arms. He had begged Eddie to kill him. Had begged him to give him the mercy bullet.

He had tried. The gun was shaking in his hands and the barrel was filled to the brim, enough to kill everyone who was still clinging to life and himself. But he couldn't. Rogers had fund them, outside Gregg's on his kness looking at the night sky Eddies tears washing of the grime and blood of the last days.

"I can't, I'm sorry." The gun fell a quiet thud followed by sobs that broke the night.

In the morning Gregg's was dead. He had cut his leg open. The metallic smell woke Eddie and Rogers. Both fighting their stomachs.

The little food they had left would be enough for 4 more days after that there was no way for them to survive. They'd either die before that or they'd have to wait for the gruesome death of starvation.

"Good morning Ma'am." She was sick. She was going to throw up, she was dying.

"Yes?"

"We have some terrible news, could we go inside?" The Seargent had his patrol cap clutch between his hand. Shannon knew what this meant. She knew. She had known for days now. She knew that Eddie had-

"Shannon what's going on?" Helena's voice came from the kitchen, she was preparing lunch.

"Seargent? What's going on why are you here?" Helena dropped the towel in her hands, holding onto the door frame like a life line.

"It's about Mr. Diaz. May I come in?"

The women parted letting the man enter their house. It suddenly felt dark like death itself had come into their living room and made a home for themselves.

"Mr. Diaz is MIA. That means that we can neither confirm nor deny his death. He is just missing."

"Are you looking for him atleast?" The question sounded as desperate as Shannon felt.

"Unfortunately right now we cannot send a team for search and rescue. Their whereabouts are still unclear, they most likely crashed in an active shooting sight so their survival chances are not zero."

Three months later Shannon got a letter, they declared them dead.

Five months later the Seargent is at her door again. This time with a flag and a bag.

"Eddie was, he was my husband, my best friend, the father of my son. He was a fighter a care taker. He never hesitated to do the right thing. He always tried to be good. He was so much more than just a man. He was everything to me."

The love of her life was lowered into the ground and Shannon was clutching her sons hand.

She had cried too much, feeling hollowed out. It didn't feel right to stay; but she had too. They had kid and if Shannon had any say in the matter he would not grow up alone. She would fight for him.

#911 fox #eddie diaz #9 1 1 on fox #coda #shannon diaz #character death #grey writes

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lazytyphooncollector · 1 year

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Hard Pass

Truly was living with Optimus and the others at the Autobot base. He saved her 6 months ago when the American government paid her parents because they thought she was a freak and sold her out to them so they could take her and experiment on her. She wondered where her destined one was as she needed to tell him something important.

Bumblebee who couldn't talk at all because his voice was damaged for the time being no thanks to those wretched decepticons he was using his radio to communicate with everyone. He had a feeling that he would get to have a sparkmate sometime soon as he wanted one really badly.

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Optimus had returned back from patrol as he transforms back into his bi pedal form. He sighs as the Decepticons have gotten quiet. He was worried as he now had a human in his possession. He didn't want to risk her being taken for such things. Optimus couldn't believe how cruel humanity could be at times. He approaches Truly and kneels

"Is everything alright?" He asks

Spitz was out rummaging for scraps for a energon detector. He was running low as he was barely getting by. He decides to go into a cave as he sees a yellow mech. He gets interested as it has been a while since he ever seen another like him.

"Hey!" He shouts out

He doesn't hesitate in walking up to him

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Truly told him everything why she was almost taken because Primus told her in dreams she used to have that he deemed her worthy to not only be the first human prime but to also be Optimus sparkmate. He merged inside her body the allspark and a matrix of leadership granting her immortality energon flowing through he veins besides her blood. She hasn't aged in 12 years and that's why her parents thought she was a freak and told the government about her.

"I know you never asked for this nor probably even want a sparkmate let alone a human one. I'm just nothing but a burden. I know you don't love me and it's ok. I'm gonna leave Optimus," she said crying.

Bumblebee thought he was cute and hit and sexy as hell and he sauntered and walked over to him. He said to him through his radio that he thought he was gorgeous as he pulled Spitz into his servos and wrapped them around him titling his chin up and kissing his lips roughly and passionately as his servos went down to his butt and rubbed him there as he smirked.

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Optimus looks at her softly before smiling. He puts a servo to the floor and beckons her to climb.

"Do you not see how much I care for you? Maybe is there another way I can prove to you that I do love you? If that's okay with you? I don't care if you're human. I am honored to having you as a sparkmate," He says huskily

Spitz moans as he was slowly melting into his touches before pushing Bumblebee against the wall and feeling his chassis. His engine purrs as he looks up at Bumblebee with bright blue faceplates

"What's wrong? Did I take the words from your voice box?" He asks mischievously

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Truly cried and sobbed smiling up at him.

"Then make it official and interface with me and make me yours and claim me finally," she purred to him as she climbed into his servo and blushed looking away from him shyly.

Bumblebee shook his head no smirking saying through his radio that he currently doesn't have his real actual voice so he's mute. He groaned and growled when Spitz took control and he was loving it saying he loved him so fraggin badly.

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Optimus held her close to his frame so she could feel his radiating heat. He walks away from the main area and goes to their shared berth room. He opens the door and shuts it as he lies her down. He puts her delicately on the berth. He turns on his mass displacement to become a smaller version of who he was. He pins Truly's arms above her head and eyes her hungrily.

"I want to remove your clothing," He says briskly

Spitz purrs, "Such a shame. I'm glad you can still make those noises. Then I would know that you'd like something like this."

He bit Bumblebee's neck cables lightly and started trailing kisses down to the chassis pass the tanks and to his cod piece.

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Truly gulped as she nodded and her cheeks blushed beer red and she gazed up deeply into his optics as she was getting so turned on and aroused. She waited for him to start doing stuff to her.

Bumblebee purred and groaned as he let him be in control as he shivered and his spark was pulsing badly for him as he begged him to not stop as he grinded against him.

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Optimus begins to take off Truly's shirt. He tosses it away as he goes at her pants. He tosses that away on the floor. Optimus admires Truly's half naked body before leaving and uses his intake to pull off her underwear. He smells her arousal and it turns him on even more. He grunts as he tries to gain control of himself before fully taking her underwear off. Optimus looks at her with her underwear in his take and growls

Spitz says, "Open your panel "

He waits patiently as he begins to rut into Bumblebee's knee. He groans as he stares into Bumblebee's faceplates. Spitz pushes his dermas against Bumblebee's into a passionate kiss and huffs needly.

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"Primus Optimus! Please! Besides making love to me suck my neck and my breasts and eat me out and finger me whatever you want to big guy!" Truly moaned out as she kissed him passionately and rubbed his crotch and rubbed his chassis.

Bumblebee nodded obeying him and doing as he says as he opened up his panel and brought out his spike for Spitz to either give him a hand job or a blow job or whatever else he could think of as he groaned and kissed him roughly back.

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Optimus says after pulling away from the kiss, "I know. I just to make you overload or cum in human terms by my touch alone. Don't worry. I will please you in ways that mech can. I won't let you rest until you're satisfied with my abilities of interface."

He finishes with that before ripping the bra off. He presses his frame against Truly's as he releases his spike. He lets it rub against her lips and grunts. He starts by kissing her neck and sucking on it.

Spitz gets down and gives Bumblebee's spike a few pumps before engulfing half of that. He groans immensely from the pleasure before bobbing his helm up and down. He grabs both of Bumblebee's aft cheeks and squeezes them as he taps it to order Bumblebee to open his aft plating as well. He keeps sucking before playfully pulling off and nipping the tip of his spike

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Truly shook her head no saying no blow job's as she begged him to fuck her now and insert his spike into her pussy already. She came and moaned and whimpered as she felt his lips on her neck and she mewled softly.

Bumblebee nodded as he opened up his back panel and he grunted and groaned as he yanked and put his servos onto his head and rammed his spike deeper into his mouth and down his throat as he arched his back.

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Optimus whines but agrees as he pushes the tip of his spike in. He pulls out and pushes back into her wetness. He groans as he pushes further into her walls and felt euphoria. He sets both his servos on top of Truly's breasts and fondles with them. He continues to sink deeper into her and moans

Spitz coughs a little before gulping and taking Bumblebee in correctly. He inserts two of his digits as he widens Bumblebee's entrance. Spitz shudders in shrill excitement as he continues to deep throat Bumblebee's spike

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"Ahh Optimus! Son of a fraggin Primus! You feel so fraggin good inside me! Scrap!" Truly screamed out as she was being stretched out inside because she was deflowered by him and he just took her virginity but she wouldn't have it any other way. She arched her back and begged him to suck on her boobs.

Bumblebee screamed out and moaned as he overloaded and his energon cum went down his throat as he panted and he arched his back again gripping onto the wall behind him. Frag was he so fraggin good to him and he was so aroused at that moment.

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Optimus wasn't aware that he took Truly's seal and kept moving in and out as he continues to increase speed. He grabs a boob before rubbing the nipple with his thumb before latching on and sucking. He sighs in satisfaction as he bite her a little

Spitz swallows everything and pulls off. He wipes his intake for any traces of fluid and licks his servo. He smirks as he sees Bumblebee worked up. He pulls his digits out as he gets up.

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Truly moaned and whimpered out softly as she scratched her nails down his metal shoulders and arms and dug her heels deep into the berth and curled her toes.

Bumblebee panted gazing up at him with optics full of lust as he begged him with his radio to anally fuck him now as he panted and waited rubbing his spike and playing with himself.

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Optimus looks at the scratches and smirks. He grabs her hips and presses down firmly to cause bruises. He makes sure that it doesn't hurt too much as he continues to suck one of her breasts. He pulls away.

"I'm so close. Let me fill you to the brim with my sparklings. Please let me get you pregnant," Optimus begs

Spitz watches as he jerks himself a little. He gets up and points to the ground.

"I need you to be on your servos and knees," He says

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(Um I don't like short sex scenes. And you never added a thrusting part to Optimus part)

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(He literally just entered her)

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(Oh my bad. Sorry. I thought they would do another round)

Optimus pulls out before getting off and rummaging in the drawers. He pulls out a spike ring and puts it on. He makes sure it fits as he struts back to the bed and gets back in. He flips Truly over before lifting her rear into the air and pushing his spike in. He begins thrusting without ever pulling his spike out.

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(No no no. The first round isn't over yet. That doesn't even count as a round yet. I'd like him to still be thrusting inside her pussy)

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(Oh sorry.)

Optimus pulls out of Truly's aft as he huffs he leaves a bite mark as he pushes her back onto her back. He enters her again and begins to thrust again. He grabs one of Truly's nipples and twists it

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(No no no. He doesn't enter her ass at all. Please go back and have him still continuing to thrust inside her pussy without ever exiting it. I can't do this. This is not right)

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(?)

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(If you can't do a proper smut scene then I'm afraid I can't rp with you)

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Truly moaned and whimpered out softly as she scratched her nails down his metal shoulders and arms and dug her heels deep into the berth and curled her toes.

Bumblebee panted gazing up at him with optics full of lust as he begged him with his radio to anally fuck him now as he panted and waited rubbing his spike and playing with himself.

Optimus digs his fingers into her soft flesh as he makes medium sized bruises. He thrusts in and out as he could barely fit his spike in. He kept sucking her breast as he pushes into Truly's canal.

Spitz gets up and points to the ground. He licks his dermas to still get a taste of Bumblebee's fluid.

"Down then. I can't quite reach with you standing there looking sexy*" He says

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(That's fair by me)

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(What's fair? I still wanna rp with you but please do it like how its supposed to be)

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(You not wanting to RP with me. I never knew there's a specific way to do smut scenes.)

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(Well when you do a smut scene in an rp the making love usually lasts for more than one part. It lasts from 3 to 6 parts each rp part from both rp partners. And can we continue this rp now? I'm gonna do my part now)

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(Yes. We can. I didn't know.)

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(OK well now you do for future reference)

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(Ok)

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(Wait also I don't want Optimus to just thrust in and out of her. Whats the point of shrinking himself down to her size when he still can't fit into her when he's supposed to he able to fit into her?)

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(You might as well just have had him down a holoform then)

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(He is a huge Cybertronian. He isn't small. He's now proportional to her. He is still "big" in standard.(

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(But her pussy can stretch greatly and he can still fit inside her. Can you go back after he just started to enter her and redo his part to where it's a thrusting part where he's fully inside her?)

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(Or a holoform then?)

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(Whatever you want. I don't want to do it incorrectly. I'll just redo do when Optimus thrusts into her but he's in his normal holoform)

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(Holoform isn't his normal form. A holoform is when they look human)

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Optimus pins Truly as he over towers her. He smiles as he couldn't wait to make love with the love of his life. He pushes his spike in with one quick thrust. He then begins to pull in and out as to lube himself with Truly's precum. He grunts as he looks down with her as he was in awe with her beauty

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(A holoform isn't his normal size or form. A holoform is when they look human)

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(I meant his normal form. Stupid autocorrect)

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(No because that's impossible. Without his size proportional to hers he's even way too bigger for her then. Can you either have him shrink down to her size so he can fit or he activates his holoform)

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(?)

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(Ok he can shrink down to her size.)

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(Well can you make that in his part and redo it then?)

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(Yes)

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(Ok)

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Optimus gets ready as he shrinks down to Truly's size. He was still bigger but he could fit into Truly's small pussy. He pulls her onto his spike and thrusts into her walls. He groans before repeating the same motion. He grabs her thighs really hard as he keeps slamming her nerve endings

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(I don't like cowgirl style. I want him on top of her not the other way around)

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Optimus pins Truly against the bed as he was now small enough about human size to be able to interface with her. He decides to do it missionary as he wants to be able to reach every nerve receptor that there was to behold. He pulls out his spike before thrusting back in and grinding into her

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Truly moaned and mewled as she told him to stay inside her and pull out yet at all until she orgasmed but she was nowhere near that part yet.

Bumblebee nodded as he got onto his servos and knees for him as he wondered what Spitz was gonna do to him now probably anal fuck him he thought as he loved the sound of that.

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Optimus nods as he keeps his spike in her as much as possible. He keeps pressing against a specific area where the clit was as he growls with pleasure. He busies himself with Truly's breasts as he keeps thrusting

Spitz pushes his spike in immediately and started to frag Bumblebee. He cries out in bliss as he continues to hump Bumblebee. Spitz rakes a servo across his back and smiles

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Truly moaned and mewled out his name as she arched her back and dug her heels into the berth and she curled her toes scratching her nails down his metal shoulders and arms. She hoped that not yet though when the time came when he overloads her pussy he'll want to get her pregnant.

Bumblebee then arched his back and rammed his rear end deep into his crotch and he purred and growled in lustful pleasure. He told him through his radio that he loved him over and over.

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Optimus lifts Truly's legs a bit higher so he can reach deeper.

"Is this good my love?" He grunts

He angles himself more as he could just feel the muscles clamping onto to him as he continues to rock her into the berth making it away

Spitz felt a sharp pang of pleasure. The cave echoed these sounds and turned Spitz on even more. He continues to thrust into Bumblebee's back end as he slightly grinds.

"You're my little Bee. Right? You love me and I love you. Nothing else matters?" He asks between thrusts

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Today at 9:50 am

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Truly nodded her head yes throwing her head back as she gripped onto the berth and she saw stars her stomach knotted up and her inner walls clamped down hard on him as she climaxed out energon mixed with her natural cum as she panted.

Bumblebee nodded as he grunted and groaned needing to grip onto something because he wa nowhere near to orgasming yet but he continued to arch his back as his metal body purred hummed and he slammed his hips back into his crotch again.

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Optimus still hasn't overload but he stops moving as he rests comfortably inside of her. He pulls Truly in for a kiss as he purrs deep from his chassis. He rubs her body up and down as he pulls away. He blushes from seeing her hair spread across the berth.

Spitz makes a strangled noise as rests his helm on Bumblebee's back. He slips a servo under Bumblebee's back and starts groping. He soon finds his spike and begins to pump it.

"Optimus please! I already came! I need you to orgasm deep into my womanhood my love please!" Tryly whimpered and squeaked out.

Bumblebee purred and hummed as he orgasmed and came energon deeply from his spike as he panted and he collapsed onto the ground.

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Optimus grunts, "Just a few more thrusts. Hold on."

He pants heavy as he continues to move in and out of her. He felt his tanks whirring as he prepared for his overload. He finally does as his fluids came heavy

Spitz lets go of Bumblebee's spike. He pulls out and pants as he looks at Bumblebee

"Had enough already?" He coos

He licks his servo and lies down with Bumblebee

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Truly moaned then built it up to screaming out his name in pure sheer ecstasy as she felt his energon seeds invading her deep within her pussy and she dug her heels deep into the berth and curled her toes.

Bumblebee nodded as he shivered shuddered and twitched as he rubbed Spitzs back and caressed him with his servos up and down left and right and back and forth as he kisses him passionately while growling.

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Optimus slowly jerks as he finishes his orgasm. He huffs as he stops moving and rests between her thighs. He waits for Truly to milk him for what he's worth before lying down comfortably on top of her.

Spitz opens his intake as he licks Bumblebee's dermas. He groans as he wraps his arms around his neck. Spitz purrs as he continues to make out with Bumblebee. He lowers a servo to caress Bumblebee's chassis

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"Ahh Primus! Optimus please! Your spike is still buried deep into my pussy! Aren't you ahh gonna pull out of me yet?" Truly moaned and whimpered as she panted gazing up deeply at him stroking his metal cheek.

Bumblebee decided to he bold and daring and tease Spitz a little bit by closing his mouth and refusing to let his glossa deep into his mouth as he smirked wanting and waiting to see for his reaction to that.

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Optimus nods, "Yes, I apologize. I was just calming down from my high."

He slowly pulls out of her as he watches some of his energon cum leak out of her. He hums contently.

"Did you enjoy yourself?" He asks

Spitz whines as he lightly bit Bumblebee's dermas.

"No fair," He complains

He hides his helm into Bumblebee's neck cables and begins licking them with his glossa as he slowly grabs a cable and sucks

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Truly whimpered nodding her head yes.

"You didn't have to pull out yet if you didn't want to sweetspark. I was just horny was all," she said moaning to him as she laid down on the berth and shivered getting cold.

Bumblebee smirked telling he or rather daring him by asking so what're you gonna do about it baby? He asked him through his radio as he grabbed hold of his spike and squeezed it in his servo.

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Optimus chuckles as he presses his frame against her

"I know, maybe if I get lucky you can possibly allow me to spike you again," Optimus whispers into her ear lobe before lightly nipping it

He goes to bring a blanket for Truly and lays it over her

Spitz humps into Bumblebee's servo as he groans.

"I don't know. I would say stop pleasuring you but I can't help it. I want to make love to you. I-i-i want to overload and please you," Spitz breathes out heavily

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Truly shuddered and trembled at that.

"Well my love you can fuck my anus if you want to right now sweetspark," she said cooing and purring to him as she rubbed his spike up and down squeezing it.

Bumblebee growled saying that he doesn't always have to be pleased by him because he loved him so much and he was the happiest after they met that same day and became sparkmates with each other as he kissed his chassis.

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Optimus says, "You're ready? May I first eat your aft? I want to prepare you a little if you want."

He had this lustful look in his optics as he continue to shudder under his lover's touch. He enjoyed it so and encouraged her to keep squeezing

Spitz smiles as he nods, "Yeah, me too."

He cuddles into Bumblebee. He finally felt content with his new sparkmate. Spitz was happy that he would no longer be alone. He didn't even mind that Bumblebee was an Autobot. He could help his sweet Bee

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Truly nodded her head yes saying to him that he doesn't have to ask her and that he could do whatever he wanted to her. She went on her hands and knees for him and wiggled her butt cheeks at him as she giggled.

Bumblebee picked him up and carried him back to the Autobot base where he took him to berth room with him and he laid them both down on his berth and still securely in his servos and arms he shut off his optics went offline and slipped into recharge mode their version of sleeping almost basically.

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Optimus grabs one cheek and gives it a squeeze. He lowers his helm as he begins licking the other edge of her hole. He does this for a few minutes before plunging his whole glossa in. He explores around with his glossa before deciding to push a digit in as well

Spitz looks up at Bumblebee with a smile. He nestles in Bumblebee's frame before shutting his optics off. He rests as he was pretty tired and felt happy with Bumblebee

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Truly squeaked and gasped at thar as she arched her back and moaned out gripping the berth tightly as hard as she could without slipping and losing her balance as she screamed out his name in utter lust.

(Would it be ok if we Truly and Optimus for now until they're done and then timeskip for all four of them to the next day?)

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Optimus pulls his digit out before slowly removing his glossa. He licks his dermas before positioning himself correcting over her anus. He shoves his spike in with one quick thrust as he waits for Truly to adjust.

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(OK awesome).

Truly squeaked and cried out in delightful bliss as she rammed her butt cheeks behind her into his spike inside her aft and into his crotch as she mewled softly again.

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Optimus grunts as he grabs Truly's hips. He continues to thrust into her as he groans. He leans against her butt and bit the surface of her skin carefully

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Truly was in cloud nine at the moment as she arched her back and gripped the berth tightly trying bot to slip slide and lose her balance as she mewled softly.

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Optimus says, "Who's your Prime?"

He asks while bucking into her. He pulls her aft towards her with every thrust that he did. Optimus had to control himself every time Truly let out a moan

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"You are Optimus!" Truly shouted out to the heavens as she wanted him to spark bond with her right after this as she was oozing out energon and cum out of her pussy again.

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Optimus keeps thrusting as he finally overloads. He pushes his spike further in as he tries to make sure that everything got inside of her. He growls in pleasure as he was happy to have mostly claim his partner. Optimus humps into Truly as he snarls

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Truly while waiting for him to pull out of her aft she opened up his spark chamber where his spark tendrils cane out with white light and pulsing electricity as they went all over her and merged with her as they were finally spark bonding too as it felt so warm and at peace to her.

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Optimus felt the happiness in the spark bonding as he slowly pulls out. He continues to bond to her as he could feel her tranquility and love. Optimus lifts Truly closer as he spark's tendrils continue to merge with Truly

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Once that was done Truly closed up his spark chamber and collapsed onto the berth as she laid down in his arms and cuddled against him shivering and shuddering from being cold since she was still warm blooded and then fell asleep.

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Optimus circulates his frame heat to warm Truly up. He held her in his arms as he wraps himself and her up into a blanket burrito. He held her firmly to his chassis as he hums contently. He wipes a some strands of hair from her face before finally falling into recharge

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The next morning Truly woke up fluttering her eyes open as she yawned and she turned her head to look over at him as she smiled and stroked his cheek and nuzzled him purring.

Bumblebee went online the next morning as his optics went online too and he turned his head after sitting up and getting up and he stroked his cheek softly and kissed his dermas.

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Optimus slowly opens his optics as he smiles.

"I woke up next to an angel," He coos

He nuzzles Truly affectionately and sighs with content. He then combs his digits through her hair as he was still half online

Spitz was startled awake. He blinks his optics twice and looks up at Bumblebee with a smile. He gets up and hugs Bumblebee

"Morning!" He happily shouts

He kisses Bumblebee's dermas again and chuckles

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Truly blushed beet red and giggled as she grew nervous and flustered and embarrassed as she turned her head to look away from him smiling.

Bumblebee said good morning baby to him through his radio as he said it was ok and for him to calm down as it was only him and he would never let anyone or anything hurt him as he kissed his dermas roughly as he purred.

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Optimus asks, "What's wrong? Too much or not enough?"

He begins tickling her sides as he was smiling brighter. He gives her neck butterfly kisses as he tries to get her attention.

"I miss your beautiful face," He purrs

Spitz slowly calms down as he wraps his arms around Bumblebee's waist. His spark pulsed with move for his sparkmate. He pulls away

"I'll fix your voice box. Somehow. Someday. Promise," He adds

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Truly wasn't ticklish at all but she smiled at him gazing up at him now.

"Nothings wrong honey. You're just embarrassing me and making me flustered is all."

Bumblebee nodded as he asked him through his radio if he would be ok with letting him introduce him to his team allies and comrades known as the Autobots.

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Optimus watches her gaze with dim optics as he nods.

"I know, I just like making you blush. It adds color and makes you even more beautiful," He says

He lays back down and nuzzles into her back.

"What shall we do today?" He asks

Spitz shrinks a bit but after debate inside of his helm and nods.

"Yeah, I am up for making new friends. I would love to meet them," Spitz exclaims

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Truly whimpered at that and her whole face grew even redder as she asked him doesn't be and the other Autobots have to go out and patrol for decepticons?

Bumblebee nodded smiling at him as he picked his sparkmate up and carried him everywhere around the base where he introduced him to all the Autobots except for Optimus.

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Optimus nods, "I do. I better get ready so we can leave soon."

He gets up out of the berth.

"Would you like to shower with me?" He asks

Spitz blushes a bit as he was carried around.

"I love your friends. They're really nice. Well some of them. Can you put me down now? I don't want to make your arms tired," He asks

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"B-but you're cybertronian. You don't need to clean and bathe like how I do," Truly said blushing as she stuttered nervously and twiddled her thumbs.

Bumblebee said it was ok as his arms would never get tired since he's physically strong and durable he told him through his radio as he asked him what do you wanna do now?

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Optimus says, "No, I dont. You do though. I was just wondering if you wanted to clean together. I still need to get your fluids off of my spike."

"Go for a drive? We can stay and help Ratchet. It depends what you're in the mood for," Spitz asks

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"I will only if you wash and clean me sweetspark," Truly cooed as she got up off the berth and since her shower was the only there where they lived she sashayed and swayed her hips teasing him going into her bathroom.

Bumblebee thought for a second as he decided to go for a romantic drive as he transformed into his vehicle mode and opened the driver's seat for him to get in inside him. (Pun intended lol)

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Optimus quickly follows with a smile and opens the door for Truly. He goes to turn on the water and makes sure it was warm but not too hot. Optimus looks at Truly with a smile

Spitz says, "It's sweet but I can drive myself."

He transforms into a Chevrolet slugbug. He honks his horn and flashes his lights at Bumblebee

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Truly got into her shower as she waited for Optimus to get in too with her and to start washing her body and her hair as she ran her body under the warm water as she felt her muscles relax.

Bumblebee sighed and nodded as he closed his door and he drove off out of the base as he told his sparkmate to follow him and he had a surprise to shoe him soon. Besides having his own holoform he had Ratchet make a holoform for Spitz too as well.

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Optimus gets in while feeling the warm water pelt his faceplates. He doesn't mind it as he goes to Truly while picking up his own sponge. He rubs it lightly into her back and hums. He continues to help her clean herself as he helps with the hard to reach spots

Spitz asks, "A surprise? What is it?"

He gets excited and quickly follows after Bumblebee. He continues to drive as he was next to Bumblebee. He honks his horn again as he speeds up

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Truly hummed and purred in delight and in bliss as she let him wash her all over her body as she supported herself by putting her hands up on the shower wall to balance herself.

Bumblebee smirked in his radio voice and told him that his friends made for him a holoform just like the rest of them had so that way they could disguse themselves as humans if they had to or wanted to.

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Optimus does his best to be gentle with her skin before moving on to her hair. He makes to not get his digits entangle with her fire red hair. Optimus smiles as he felt how soft her skin and hair was

Spitz says, "You did? Awww, you're so sweet. We can go out and do human things and have normal dates. Aren't you the most thoughtful."

He turns his blinkers on as he was so excited

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Truly continued still to purr hum and mewl as she said that he can go harder if he wanted to as nothing bad would happen to her if he did as she smiled at him giggling.

Bumblebee smirked and chuckled through his radio at that as he honked back at him and even wold whistled to him saying he was one sexy hot gorgeous bot.

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Optimus nods, "Yes, I am aware but your skin is soft like satin. I would be pretty devastated if something were to happen to it."

He finishes up as he lets her stand under the water and rinses. He watches her with lingering optics

Spitz slows down as he was blushing from Bumblebee's words. He giggles as he keeps following after Bumblebee. He flashes his lights again before making a comment about Bumblebee's handsome finish

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Truly blushed at that and nodded smiling and giggling at him she rinsed off her hair and her body. She then got out and showed off what her tattoos that she never showed him or anyone else before his face on above her aft cheeks and an Autobot symbol on her back as she dried herself off.

Bumblebee groaned and grunted at that as he finally made it to their destination the first one at least. He parked and turned on his holoform and he activated Spitzs holoform to once he stopped and parked too as well.

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Optimus admires Truly's tattoos as he lies there. He wanted to admire Truly's aft as he hums.

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"I never knew you got tattoos," He admits

Spitz parks his car as he soon gets the hang of his new holoform.

"This is awesome," He murmurs

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Truly could sense that he was wanting her aft at the moment so smirking she went up to him and plopped her aft cheeks right onto his face.

Bumblebee nodded as he pulled him into his arms and he smirked down at him as he kissed his lips passionately and bit his bottom lip as he French kissed him and rubbed his ass cheeks.

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Optimus's biolights were flashing on and off. He was happy that she was pressing her butt against his faceplates. He pushes his own helm deeper as he rubs himself against her skin .

"You seem to be good at knowing what I want," He purrs

Spitz's body froze for the second there with so much going on. He moans accidentally as he felt his skin burning from the touch. He wasn't sure if this was normal for a holoform but he was loving it.

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"That's right sweetspark and likewise to you too," Truly said mewling whimpering and purring out softly as she grinded against his face.

Bumblebee smirked telling him to slide his sexy hot holoform aft into his vehicle mode where he was gonna give Spitz another good time of his life ever as he smacked his aft cheeks growling.

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Optimus holds still while he was gripping her ankles. Optimus continues to purr happily feeling Truly's cheeks against him. He slightly drifts off and gives her butt a little nibble. The next bite gets harder

Spitz was red hot and overheating from the arousal. He nods quickly as he opens Bumblebee's back doors and gets inside. He waits for Bumblebee as he was beginning to sweat slightly

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Truly yelped and squeaked at that not in pain but in lustful bliss as she was actually surprised that he just did that to her. She hoped he would do it again to her.

Bumblebee smirked and climbed in the backseat with him fizzling both of their clothes until their holoforms wee both naked. He shoved two fingers deep into his anus hole and thrusted them in and out of her.

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Optimus grabs one cheek again and gives a little smack before biting the other cheek. He was getting even more distracted as he pushes his face harder against her butt and groans with pleasure

Spitz gasps as he sees Bumblebee's naked holoform. He looks down and finds his spike before reaching out to grab it. He firmly takes hold and begins to pump him. Spitz grunts as his anus clamps to the two fingers

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Truly shrieked and whimpered at that as she grunted softly too.

"Primus! Frag Optimus ugh!" She moaned out as she couldn't help but orgasm out of her pussy and straight into his mouth.

Bumblebee smirked and growled and groaned as he arched and scissored his fingers deep into his ass hole as he was being given a hand job by Spitz.

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Going to sleep night

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Optimus doesn't waste a single drop of cum. He swallows before involuntarily latching to her ass as his glossa licks under Truly's lips. He makes sure to get every single drop of fluid before leaving her ass. He bites his dermas unintentionally while looking at her aft

Spitz bucks his hips. He wanted Bumblebee's spike in him. He was partially satisfied with the two fingers but his hole was aching for something more bigger and fulfilling. He whines as he loses his grip on Bumblebee's spike

"Frag the bolts out of me," He begs

Sep 2, 2022, at 11:49 am

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"Fraggin dammit! Scrap Optimus! Oh my Primus it feels so good ugh!" Truly sang out as she whimpered and moaned softly as she was about to lift her aft up from his dermas and his face.

Bumblebee nodded as he growled and began to slip his spike deep into his aft hole as he starter thrusting faster deeper and harder into it as he gripped onto Jo's hips trying to keep him steady and in place.

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Optimus soon finishes cleaning the cum away and purrs. He leans back as he gets up. He turns Truly around as he gently places a kiss on her cheek. He rumbles his engine before hugging Truly to his frame again

Spitz thrusts his hips as well as he gasps. He felt his brain almost flooded with pleasure and wasn't sure to do about it. He could only trace Bumblebee's chest while letting out another cry of bliss

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Truly blushed beet red as she squeaked still butt naked in nothing but her towel still wrapped around her body. She nuzzled him back hugged him back and rubbed her aft cheeks against his crotch.

Bumblebee smirked as he continued to thrust rougher and more vigorously into her as he arched his back and squeezed his servo around his spike and giving him a hand job as well as licking and suckling his neck.

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Optimus groans as he bends over as he rubs his interface panel against her butt. He uses the friction to pleasure himself as he snorts. Optimus pants for a moment before stopping himself

Spitz says, "Primus! I can't even..."

His eyes roll to the back of his head before he gains his composure for a few seconds as he held onto Bumblebee's neck so he can pull him closer to himself.

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"Don't you need to like I don't know go have the Autobots patrol for decepticons or scout or any mission of yours of do you wanna aft fuck me right now big guy?" Truly cooed to him moaning.

Bumblebee then growled and groaned and grunted as he pounded into his aft harder deeper and faster and was fragging the living daylights outta him as he was currently on cloud nine right at that moment.

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Optimus grunts, "Maybe I can warm my spike inside you for a few minutes. I do have to go soon but you make it hard. I can't resist you."

He huffs as he was undecided on what to do.

Spitz drools a little before pulling Bumblebee down for a kiss. He continues to poke his tongue inside of Bee's mouth as he lets out a purr. He felt a knot in his tanks forming

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Truly simply made his undecisiveness decided for him by going down on her hands and knees and she rammed her aft cheeks unto his spike effectively putting his spike inside her. She moaned softly.

Bumblebee could feel his aft cheeks getting harder around his spike with pressure and he thrusted into his rear end one more time before climaxing and orgasming his transfluids deep into his anus and then pulled out panting.

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Optimus grunts as he held to her hips lightly

"Sweetspark...I have patrol," He mutters

He hears the moans as he sighs. He couldn't resist her. Optimus decides that he can do a quick one before leaving. He begins to thrust roughly as he digs his hips into Truly's butt

Spitz's eyes snap open as he overloaded his fluids on Bumblebee. He blushes embarrassed as he could feel the fluids leaving him. He looks at the seat which was a mess. He wipes his hair out of his face and huffs

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"Ahh sorry Optimus but I was just ahh trying to help you decide what you wanna do honey," Truly said to him as she moaned and whimpered softly crying out his name.

Bumblebee then grunted as he wrapped his holoforms arms around him pulling him against his holoforms chest as he nipped and nibbled his ear and all over his neck and his face as he rubbed his legs.

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Optimus says, "Thank you. I am no longer confused."

He keeps bucking his hips into her and groans. He increases his pace as he held her tighter. He made some bruises on her skin

Spitz grunts as he felt flustered and blushed heavily. He touches himself a little as he was trying to bring himself to another orgasm.

"B-b-beee," He gasps

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Truly whimpered mewling at thar as she nodded and she gripped onto things in her bathroom for support as she arched her back.

Bumblebee knew exactly what to do as he took his spike into his mouth and started to suckle roughly on it eveb squeezing it roughly with his servos.

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Optimus says, "Just a little more..."

He thrusts into her hole as he watches her body shake from the powerful motions. Optimus purrs as he couldn't help but feel turned on by seeing his sparkmate crying out in pleasure.

Spitz gasps as he bucks his hips. He puts a shaky servo on Bumblebee's helm and had him take more of his spike in. He throws his helm back and finally releases his fluids into Bumblebee's intake.

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Truly whimpered and moaned and mewled out in pleasure as she orgasmed and climaxed heavily from her pussy as energon and her cum leaked out of her.

Bumblebee growled groaned and grunted as he took all of his transfluids deep into his dermas as he swallowed it all down purring and humming in lust as he took his spike out of his dermas.

Sep 3, 2022, at 6:30 pm

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Optimus grunts as he pulls out of her. He puts an arm above her head as he was resting. He snorts as he watches the fluids leak between her legs.

"You're dirty again. I would offer to bathe you but I need to go," Optimus explains

Spitz calms down from his high and slowly sits up. He winces as his rear was sore.

"Sorry, I'll clean your alt mode if it helps," Spitz chuckles with a shrug

He pulls Bumblebee on top of him and relaxes

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Truly shook her head no smiling at him showing him that her skin had absorbed all of the fluids and used it to give her energy and her powers. She kissed him and got dressed telling him that she'll see him later as she walked away.

Bumblebee shook his head no and nuzzled his chassis. He said to him with his radio that all of the fluids just got absorbed onto his car mode and uses it for energy and to function. He was no longer dirty. He got put of a compartment inside of his car mode two metal cans of energon for the both of them to drink together.

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Optimus blushes and purrs seeing her walk away. He hurries to the main base of the area so that he was able to go through his patrol with the others so he would be able to return to Truly. He couldn't stop thinking about her as he hums.

Spitz takes one as he opens it. He nods at Bumblebee and begins drinking. He relaxes some more and helps Bumblebee get more comfortable in his lap. He hums as he stares out at the window.

"This is really nice," He says

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Truly snuck out of the Autobot base and went to go in search of decepticons. She secretly which no one knew about had the power to murder decepticons and she's been doing it too. She went to see if she could kill Soundwave and Starscream once and for all.

Bumblebee purred hummed and relaxed on the lap of Spitzs holoform. He nuzzled his nose in his lap and crotch and growled smelling his luscious intoxicating scent from there as he put his servo on his cheek and kissed his dermas softly as he grinned.

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Starscream was out for a flight as he sees a small human running in what seemed to be the middle of no where. He lands as he smirks

"What's a pathetic human running from?" He asks

Spitz returns the kisses with great affection. He purrs as he rubs his crotch against Bumblebee and groans. He pulls Bumblebee closer to his chest and smiles

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Truly just smiled at and giggled then frowned.

"None of your business Screamy but this pathetic humanis going to be your undoing," she said stoically as tendrils of white and blue light shot from her body and they went into Starscream consuming him entirely until all the energon was drained from him their life source as his spark dimmed and went out as his body faded from existence.

Bumblebee turned to look and gaze up deeply lustfully and lovingly into his eyes stroking his cheeks.

"What so you wanna do now sweetspark baby?" He asked him as he cooed and purred.

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Starscream couldn't even feel the pain as he had disappeared from the world. Nothing was left of him as his signal went missing from the Decepticon base. Megatron was concerned as he didn't think someone would finally take his spark.

Spitz thinks about it.

"We can go on another date. Where do you want to go? To the movies? Go get a few drinks. Or wherever," Spitz suggests

He croons at Bumblebee's touch and blushes

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Truly soon saw Shockwave and Barricade right coming straight towards her. Luckily for her they were outmatched because she obliterated them both in less than 30 seconds. Feeling good about herself she entered a groundbridge and went back into the Autobot base.

Bumblebee nodded as his car form started to turn on his engine and he told Spitzs real form to follow him as both his and Spitz holoforms were still in the backseat of Bumblebees real form as he decided to take them to the movies.

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Optimus was back as he hasn't seen any Decepticons. He found it unusual as he hums. He grabs a data pad and began working. He hasn't seen any signals of Decepticons and hoped that they were able to catch a break

Spitz nods as he follows after Bumblebee. He was slow at first as he was getting used to the holoform. Spitz's holoform smiles with excitement

"Where we going?" He asks

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Truly came back and passed Optimus room cracking her knuckles.

"Hey sweetspark. Three decepticons were taken care of. Whatcha doin big guy?" She asked him giggling.

Bumblebee said through his radio that he was taking him to the movie theater to see some action packed movies with him and the next part of their date as he parked and had Spitz park too. He took his holoforms hand and walked into the movie theater with him.

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Optimus says, "Data pads. I didn't see any Decepticons. I'm surprised you too care of them. Did you call for backup?"

He kept typing as he was working some more

Spitz parks as he fizzes his clothes back on. He smiles before taking Bumblebee's hand and walking in as well. He looks around as he helps Bumblebee order some popcorn for them

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"No yours Truly me took care of them Optimus," Truly said smiling as she giggled and she hopped up onto his lap and climbed up him.and kissed his dermas softly.

Bumblebee stopped him. He shook his head no and he told him that cybertronians have no need for human food and don't have to eat them and can't eat them anyway. The only thing they could consume was energon.

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Optimus smiles and held her carefully in his lap.

"Why, thank you darling. You took a lot off my shoulders. How can I ever thank you?" He asks

He puts the data pad down and snuggles her against his chassis

Spitz nods, "Oh, I thought holoforms had systems for digestion."

He gets their tickets as they walked to the secluded room for the movie.

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"No need to thank me honey. I just always want be with you and be by your side forever until the end of time," Truly said as she kissed him all over his chassis.

Bumblebee then brought then into their seats and he sat down right next to his sparkmate as the movie screen started to play the movie.

Sun at 4:16 pm

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Optimus purrs as he rubs Truly's back.

"Well at least let me treat you. I want to show my appreciation," He says

He nuzzles into her as he waits for her to respond.

Spitz watches the screen while holding Bumblebee's servo. He was smiling as he was enjoying himself while watching the movie.

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Truly responded and replied to him by letting out moans mewls and whimpers for him as she purred too and nuzzled against his chassis wondering he'd got the message.

The movie was still playing in the movie theater they were currently in as he wrapped his arm around him pulling closer against his side and from time to time he'd blow hot breath into his ear to get him turned on as he smirked.

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Optimus nods as he picks up Truly and leaves the office area. He walks to their berth room and lays her down. He becomes her size once more and tugs at her clothing. He grunts as he was already turned on by the thought of fragging her alone.

Spitz covers his mouth as he tries hard not moan. He shifts every now and then as he was rubbing his legs together. He couldn't focus on the movie when Bumblebee was making him horny

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Brb going to sleep fireworks at a lake

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*see lol

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(Nice)

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Hey so sorry back. Replying now

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(You're fine)

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Truly moaned and mewled softly as she stripped herself aft naked for him as she reaches her hands up to stroke his cheeks and then leaned up to kiss his dermas roughly and passionately. She moaned grinding against him.

Once the movie was basically over he picked Spitz up and carried his holoform outside of the movie theater bridal style and slipped into the backseat of Spitzs car mode and laid down urging him to do whatever he wanted to him since he teased him that whole entire time.

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Optimus says, "You are so beautiful and arousing. How the friction of your skin against my plating burns with such lust..."

He humps against her as he continues to grunt

Spitz smiles as he begins with grabbing Bumblebee's spike

"I am a bit hungry," He whispers

He engulfs Bumblebee's spike and started sucking

Mon at 2:22 pm

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Truly groaned and whimpered loudly from that from what he did to her as she caressed rubbed and stroked his metal body with her fleshy soft fingers and hands.

Bumblebee grew excited and also grew submissive as he arched his back while his body shuddered in blissful lust and he ranmed his spike further in deeper into his dermas.

Tue at 11:48 am

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(Your turn)

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Optimus purrs as he pulls Truly into a kiss and fell on top of her. He looks down at her with hunger as he smirks. He pulls away as he kneads one of her breasts.

Spitz slightly bites down on Bumblebee's spike before grabbing his hips. Spitz makes sure that Bumblebee stood stood as he continues to suck.

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Truly moaned mewled and whimpered at that as she begged him to frag her again. She was getting aroused again precum was leaking from her pussy again.

Bumblebee couldn't take it as he was getting a fantastic amazing blow job done to him by none other than his sparkmate and the love of his life Spitz. He growled and groaned softly arching his back.

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Optimus teases her more by using his other servo to and pushes it into her folds. He begins to use his digit to frag her as he watches her with a smile. He then stops moving his finger to see her reaction.

Spitz licks the tip before pulling off of his spike. He positions himself in front of Bumblebee's anus before pushing his spike inside and started moving

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Truly whimpered and moaned as she orgasmed all over his digit deep inside of her pussy but she begged him to start moving it again deep inside of her.

"Optimus please!"

Bumblebee then started to moan groan grunt and growl again as he gripped onto his holoforms shoulders and arched his back. He leaned up to kiss him all over his face and then started nipping and nibbling hickeys all over his neck and shoulders.

Wed at 10:35 am

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Optimus pulls out his digit and hums. He licks the fluids off and growls. He decides that Truly was ready for his spike and positions his spike against her entrance. He slowly pushes in and huffs. He continues to push until he was fully inside of her.

Spitz kept thrusting as he stared into Bumblebee's faceplates with love and adoration. He grabs Bumblebee's spike as he gives it a tight squeeze to make the feeling more riveting than before. He leans down and decorates Bumblebee's neck with small bites

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Truly moaned and whimpered out softly as she arched her back digging her heels deep into his berth and curled her toes as her body shuddered and trembled in delightful pleasure.

Bumblebee groaned and growled softly as he arched his back tilting his head back and to the side to give him better access to his neck as he brought his hands to ass cheeks and he groped and squeezed and smacked them roughly as he smirked.

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Optimus rocks into her steadily as he huffs. He lifts her back up a little so he would be able to reach his spike even deeper. Optimus then increased the power in his rocking, shaking the whole berth.

Spitz groans as he bit Bumblebee's neck. He shudders as he stops with his movement. He mumbles incoherently as he moves his head to Bumblebee's ear and nipping it.

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Truly moaned and mewled softly as she scratched her nails down his shoulders and his arms as she threw her head back in pure bliss and in pleasure.

Bumblebee growled and grunted as he shivered and shuddered in delight as he wrapped his arms around him pulling him impossibly closer to him.

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Hey its your turn

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Optimus smiles at the feeling of the her nail digging into his plates. He continues to thrust into her bruised lips as he buried his helm into her breasts. He sneakily bites her lightly

Spitz whispers, "I'm going to picture this moment forever. You beneath me with that red face and bulging spike. I can't wait for your cum to get all over my seats."

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Truly whimpered out and squeaked as she wrapped her legs around his waist and threw her head back pulling him closer to her chest.

Bumblebee said to him through his radio after purring please Spitz I can't take it anymore as he eventually climaxed his transfluids all over him and his seats.

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Optimus nibbles more into her breasts as he never felt so cushioned by such softness. He uses a servo to play around with them as he grunts. He then slowed down again in his movement before fully slamming back in

Spitz was then riled up to his own orgasm. He felt his fluids seeping from Bumblebee's aft. He groans at the feeling before tracing a finger on his chest and licking the fluids off

Thu at 6:28 am

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Truly whimpered and moaned out softly as she was mewling in blissful delight while she pressed his head further in her chest. She arched her back as her body shuddered and trembled in pleasure.

Bumblebee groaned and grunted as he panted and he laid down his holoform body in Spitz backseat tired and exhausted. He smiled up at him gazing up at him with eyes full of love and tenderness for his sparkmate.

Thu at 6:36 pm

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Your turn

Yesterday at 8:55 am

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(Still your turn)

Yesterday at 7:04 pm

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(?)

Today at 5:10 pm

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(Hello?)

Today at 11:28 pm

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Optimus smiles again as he keeps moving in and out of her. He was feeling his spike harden over time with how she was clenching down on him. He grunts as he keeps moving

His alt mode absorbed the fluids as Spitz smiles. He gets out a blanket from the backseat and sets it gently over Bee. He lies down next to him and pulls him in to the chest

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Truly moaned whimpered and mewled loudly as she rubbed him all over his chassis and hips up and down. She arched her back as she dug her heels into the berth and curled her toes.

(BTW its not time to end this round of their lovemaking yet)

Bumblebee caressed and stroked his cheeks kissing him all over his face thing him that he loved him over and over again as he cuddled into his body snuggling and nuzzling him.

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Optimus leans his helm to bite into her neck and growls. He keeps biting down and makes a hickey. He soon does the same to her breasts.

Spitz purrs as he rubs Bee's back and aft.

"I didn't go too rough didn't I?" He asks mischievously.

He gives Bee a quick kiss to the lips and smiles

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(Um you forgot to add a thrusting part. Can you add that plz right now?)

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Optimus continues to thrust evenly without changing pace into Truly's walls. He grunts as he lifts her legs more to be able to reach deeper

@primroseprime2019

#transformers #optimus prime #smut #oc x canon

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artoni-arts · 2 years

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sparks in the ashes; chapter 3

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what u should know;

@tiesthatbind-tf verse, quintesson-era [late 1920s]

CW; children in cages, anxiety attack

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To say Sadie didn't remember much of her life before meeting Victor would have been a lie; she remembered plenty, such as evading Guardsmen patrols, working with the other kids to try and scrounge up something edible that wouldn't make them sick, sitting in the remains of a bombed building and making up the most outlandish way to live 'when all this was over'. Because Sadie remembered it wasn't always like this; she distantly remembered having a mum and da, though their faces were hard to remember by now. She used to dream of being a princess, she thought, at least until the up until hearing news the King had died and the monarchy was more-or-less gone; no use being royalty then, now, was there?

If anything, she figured, she was a princess of the streets. And that suited her just fine; she hadn't wanted a new da, but Victor was close enough to an uncle that she didn't mind staying with him. He was nice, if a bit stern at times, and in dire need of cheering up in others; something she took to with gusto, as seeing him smile or even, more rarely, laugh reminded her of better times that she couldn't fully remember. Warm and fuzzy feelings, at least, not unlike a good meal. And while he'd fretted at first, he'd seemed to grow to accept that she wasn't always going to sleep over, wasn't always going to come back with something or other, and certainly wasn't always going to behave.

Which was why how upset he'd seemed, back then, still bothered her. He hadn't hurt her or anything, but it was the first time he'd ever been aggressive like that. Sure, she'd played keep-away once or twice, but that was play. This had been her left staring at the door for a few moments before squaring her jaw and immediately going to shove open the window. She'd figured that the other two wouldn't be long, and just as she'd thought, they'd been out before she could come to terms with her mixed feelings.

She wasn't angry at Victor, just...trying to think of what else she could have done, maybe, to make things turn out better. No use worrying now, though, she had to focus on guiding Aillard and Pravda through the city. They'd already had a close encounter, with Pravda abruptly grabbing her coat to haul her back. Aillard motioned for silence before she heard the tell-tale hum; it quickly loudened, and within seconds, a pair of squiddies were slinking down the street, making those strange sounds she assumed was them talking to each other. The three of them held their breath until the sounds died down once again, and then moved once more.

"How far to go?" Pravda murmured, and Sadie glanced over her shoulder towards the woman. The tall, big woman. Whom Sadie was tempted to ask for a piggy back ride from at some point, but-

"We go down over here," she explained, nodding towards the remains of a railway station. Unlike the one that was commonly used by the squiddies, this one hadn't been cleaned up at all from the invasion; anyone looking at it would have assumed it'd already been scavenged for supplies, and that there was nothing but more rubble underneath. Indeed, it was difficult to find the entrance - only someone who already knew it could find it easily, and even Sadie still had trouble trying to remember which underhang, which twist, "No, wait, wrong one, go back...aha!"

"How can you tell this from the other?" Aillard asked, baffled. Sadie just grinned and tapped a set of scratches - or what looked like them, at first.

"Coz it's got the Underground's mark!"

Pravda reached out, tracing the crude shape. But Sadie wasn't willing to wait out here for her to look even closer - she ducked down under a broken archway, using the handrail to stabilize herself as she moved down the steps. And maybe she wasn't as familiar with the tunnels as the boys, but what was the worst that could happen?

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As soon as he was able to breathe, Victor was moving for his coat. Nevermind the fact he was allotted a few more hours of rest before his shift; walking as a Guardsman would e the only way he could be safe. Pravda's words echoed in his mind - one of the Quintesson's tools - but he pushed them aside as he slung it over his shoulders. His baton, too, just in case, though he briefly hesitated as his hand clenched around it.

A tool, indeed. Perhaps one day he'd have the courage to use it in another way - but was it courage to throw one's life away like those two youths from yesterday? They perhaps killed a Quintesson, yes, but how many of them and their friends had been killed?

How many would be killed, once the Quintessons found out their hiding spot?

...it wasn't to think of, right now. He needed to find Sadie before they did. Squaring his jaw, Victor set out, only briefly gazing at the tray Aillard had laid out for him earlier. The food, which had been so delicious and savory, now sat poorly in his stomach; nerves, no doubt. Perhaps a more paranoid man would have suspected poison, but it wouldn't be the first time (or, likely, the last) that a meal hadn't settled well. Instead, Victor swallowed to try and help calm his stomach as he moved for the exit.

"Prentiss?" Victor paused, briefly, glancing up at the voice. Morgan - one of his fellows, who took on a more center-city patrol, had his head sticking out of his own door with a frown, and a moment later, was stepping out to block Victor's way. "Did I hear someone else in your quarters?"

"Sadie's friends- look, I'm afraid I don't have time, I-"

"Your shift isn't until later." The suspicion on his face grew. "Where are you going?"

Victor clenched his jaw before deciding there was nothing else for it, and stepping forwards. "Not that it's any of your bloody business," he spat, hoping his (quite real) anger hid his unease, "but I'm following a lead. Now, if you'll excuse me." Without bothering to wait for a response, he reached and outright shoved the man out of his way, enough to move past. He heard something indignant, but couldn't spare the time nor effort to try and process if they were actual words or just a curse - Morgan could go suck up to the squiddies by tattling on his disrespect for all he cared, his record was spotless and there was no reason to tolerate his nonsense.

Every reason to keep moving. The air tasted of ozone; not the sort that came from the metal constructs of the Quintessons, but of incoming rain. Adjusting the collar of his coat, Victor moved at a quick pace, trying to mentally organize all of Sadie's favorite lurking spots - or any of the children's, really. As long as they knew he was looking for her, they'd keep their own eyes out, perhaps even pass on a message if he asked.

He wasn't sure he'd want them to. What would he say, I'm sorry? Better said in person, he thought, and there crept in another thought; if I can find her. For the streets - generally empty as a rule, aside from someone going to or fro on business or another Guardsman, or the rare Quintesson - seemed hostile in their silence, the tension he'd sensed yesterday still present in a twisted way.

When he spotted a Quintesson transport near one of the childrens' favorite hiding spots, his uneasiness grew. As he approached, he could see a pair of Enforcers, one manning the vehicle while the other was working in the back - which was odd, they rarely came out to man the streets themselves, but perhaps given the circumstances it wasn't so odd. He bowed when one warbled at him, immediately fishing out his identity card;

"Victor Prentiss, Night-Guardsman..."

[It is not night,] one of the Quintessons cut in, its red eyes narrowed and unamused. Victor noticed a fresh injury to its armor and decided caution was the better choice, here.

"I wished to assist beyond my shift." Hopefully, he wouldn't be rounded up in to whatever they were doing - but how else could he explain myself? "As such, I was patrolling for any citizens who had broken curf-"

[Irrelevant,] the other said, waving its braided arm-tentacles dismissively as Victor grew quiet. [Unrequired. You will return to your dwelling and await your shift.]

"...of course." There was no arguing with a direct order, but Victor thought he might persuade a little leeway as he opened his mouth to continue - before motion in the vehicle caught his eye.

Quintessons didn't bother dealing with dead humans, short of having them directed to a location for 'harvest and disposal'; even in death, they were given no peace, though some managed furtive funerals and burials in places they could find ground loose enough to dig a grave. The only time they collected humans was when they were collecting subjects for new experimentation - or if they had found an unauthorized 'nest'.

Simon's familiar eyes stared back at his, and the boy opened his mouth before a hand flew over it. Behind him, Joel leaned forwards, hissing a warning before meeting Victor's gaze at well, brow furrowed as a spark of hope entered his face. But at Victor's helplessly horrified expression, it quickly faded, and he swallowed before Simon managed to pull his hands down.

Sadie could be there, with them, but- no, if she was, she'd have already pushed her way to the front, wouldn't she? Even so, the sight of 'his' children being collected had him consumed in dread, and only when the Quintesson stepped in between to loom over him did he manage to recover. [Are your aural sensors damaged, human?] it demanded, prompting another low bow of subservience.

"No, I- I'll be off."

[Hold.] He froze in place, and tried not to shudder as the cold skin of its tentacles forced his head up. He instinctively wanted to pull back, away, and it took every ounce of self-control to hold himself still as it seemed to examine him, poking lightly at his ears. It looked him over - reminding Victor so much of how he'd seen someone once study a dog that had been whining from pain - before seeming satisfied enough and not-quite-shoving him away. Still, what strength was there was almost enough to knock him off his feet, unsteady as he already was, and he was unashamedly relieved when it turned its back on him. [Go. Report to the Third Spire before the end of the week for full examination.]

That was not a relief - quite the opposite, really - but Victor dared not err further and risk an additional correction, however benign it might have seemed at first. He stumbled away, numb, the vision of Joel and Simon trapped in that vehicle burned in to his memory. They weren't the only children there, he realized, but he didn't know the others.

He knew them.

So, what, the others don't matter?

Once more, only that innate sense of direction kept him from being lost as he turned a few corners - and then sagged against a wall, covering his face with his hands just as the first few drops of rain started to fall.

charred, burned alive

"-Quintesson's tools-"

He couldn't breathe, he was back in line for modifications, there as a Quintesson scanning them all and Scarlett squeezed his hand reassuringly, murmuring that whatever happened, at least they'd be together

the Quintesson pausing before the two of them, eyes locking on Scarlett's form

"This's for Yorkshire!"

no, he was back trying to shore up London's defenses, for King and Country neither of them could fall, water was falling heavily, now, soaking him to the bone

"Squiddie-Guard!"

he wanted to scream. He wanted to cry. His brother, his only brother, shot by some bastard in the trenches, Victor could only hold his parents as both of them sobbed freely

hands pulled at Victor's hair, his own hands, he distantly realized. Because he was still in London, and trying frantically to ground himself by whatever means necessary. The physical pain was all he had to distract himself from the pandemonium in his head, his heart, and he bit his lip as well to muffle whatever sounds he might have made in this state. Perhaps the noise of the rain may have covered it, but did he dare risk such a thing?

Oh, God. But how could a so-called kind and loving God allow any of this? His eyes watered, and he didn't fight the tears that began to spill as he shuddered in upset. How could anyone allow monsters to come from the stars and upheave their lives, enslave their world, use their children as fodder to say nothing of what other atrocities were happening day to day-

How could I allow it?

For, Victor understood, as much as he'd tried to convince himself otherwise - he was complicit. He may have been trying to stay alive and to mitigate the harm caused, but he was still a part of the system, and he had reached his limit. He simply couldn't do this anymore, and it sickened him to think that it took this long to realize such. And he had no one to turn to, no shelter to seek. Not unless he wanted to drown himself in alcohol, or worse.

It was that thought that had him finally release his hair, instead wrapping his arms about himself as he fought to regulate his breathing. To stop this- this wibbling. It was easier thought than done; his mind kept going back to Joel's face, to Simon being silenced, to him silencing Sadie...

I need to find Sadie.

He had to know whether she'd been taken in or not. And short of tracking down Renard - whom, if he was smart at all, was keeping his head as down as possible and keeping to himself, which meant Victor would never find him - he had precious few options. Perhaps...

Perhaps Old Mac's?

Keenly aware of how much time had passed, he staggered to his feet, using the wall to stabilize himself and make sure his footing was steady. Belatedly, he realized he'd been collapsed by an old storefront - a half destroyed sign indicated it might have once been a candy shop. The glass was long gone, the inside dark and full of debris. Useless to him, but for a moment, just a moment, he was struck with nostalgia for times long gone. This place must have once been full of people of all ages, hunting down a bit of a sweet treat - now, such things were only memories.

Except- the black markets had such things, still, hadn't they? He licked lips that were somehow still dry as he pushed himself forwards, considering. Somewhere in the city, someone was able to get sugar, or whatever it was they needed to create such things - he could have sworn he'd seen Sadie surreptitiously snacking on such, once or twice. Somehow, the people of the city kept what normalcy they could in a world gone mad, where over three-quarters of the city was tasked to mine the Scar. The others weren't exempt from being worked to the bone; all told, as a Guardsman, he'd had a rather cushy life. Was that part of the reason he tried to convince himself this was an acceptable life, that things could have been so much worse?

Victor paused, motion even in the rain catching his attention. He peered across the street, then sucked in a breath and quickly darted in to a shadow as a dim glow was just perceptible through the open entryway of the 'pub'. Movement again - another Quintesson Enforcer, this one, just visible within the building that housed Old Mac's. No vehicles in sight, but it was clear it was doing some sort of investigation, holding up some sort of device as it moved out of sight. Not an option, Victor concluded, not anywhere near brave enough to risk another encounter. For all he knew - and he wouldn't have been surprised for it to be the truth - one Quintesson knew what the others knew, and if he was sighted still out on the streets, he'd be soon joining Joel and Simon against his will.

But he had to do something. Go somewhere. His hand curled against the wall, a grimace spreading over his features as his fingers brushed the scratches

and then he froze, and spread his fingers once more. His head turned, and though the dim light of this shadow, there it was-

The Union Jack. Rough and crude, only recognizable to those who knew such a thing, but - such was the Underground's symbol. Which meant that he was very, very close to one of their entrances, and perhaps desperate times did cause for desperate measures. Victor could have laughed, feeling just a bit hysterical - for what, indeed, were his options?

Perhaps they'd simply take his gear and throw him out on the street. Odds were, though, they could still use it better than he had. Steeling himself, Victor followed the wall until he'd found a small stairway, and another Jack on the wall - and without any further hesitation, strode in to the depths.

#verse; ttb #transformers #maccadam #artoni writes stuff #BIG OOF FOR THIS CHAPTER #and the next is going to be just as 'fun'#hey guess who leads the underground #humanformers

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peterparkouryo · 1 year

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cloak and dagger | ꕥ

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prompt; You and Peter keep your relationship a secret

warnings: fluff, kissing, steamy making out (yw), mentions of smut

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You found that friends can fall in love in many ways. It's said that there's often times that romantic feelings can develop over time the more the two people spend their time together, and get to know each-other on a deep level.

Obviously, at first it took you a long time to come to that sort of realization.

You were friends with Peter since childhood, always spending time together every chance you got. From playing on the swings to sharing your first high school dance together.

Honestly, you didn't know the exact moment you started seeing the boy more than just a friend, but you know it happened nonetheless.

The stolen glances and lingering touches continued for a while until one of the two of you had decided it was enough of the palpable tension between you both.

The first kiss was an unforgettable one, and not because it was also the very first one where you two deflowered each-other. It was just something about it that felt so right and you always wondered why it took the two of you so long to come to a realization that it was just meant to be.

Now two months into the relationship, it was a mutual decision to keep it a secret. As it was your first relationship, as well as Peter's, you wanted it to be perfect, testing the waters of your intimacy without anyone's judgement.

You had this strange feeling that if you were to share that you two were dating it would ruin the special bond that only Peter and yourself would ever truly understand.

So far, you'd like to say that it was going fairly well, managing to keep a secret from not only your friends but your dad, who would have Peter's head if he were to ever find out.

You were laying in your bed, recovering from an insufferable cold you caught from Peter, who told you he was "fine", but ultimately he was not and you cursed him for opting to continue his patrolling instead of getting the well rest he needed.

You did get to miss school, but still had to study for your test retakes, and it was not an ideal thing you wanted to do on your free time away from that prison.

You let out a long, dramatic sigh, closing your Physics textbook, done with the studying for the night.

Three familiar knocks are at your window before you can decide on what type of snack you wanted from the kitchen.

There's a smile etched on your face as you remove yourself from your blanket, standing up from the bed and approaching the window to pull back your curtains, Peter standing in all his glory, his brown eyes gleaming at you with a bright smile on his face.

You open the window to let him in.

"You do know what time it is right?" You ask the boy, watching as he climbs in before shutting your window quietly.

"It's like one am, right?" Peter answers unsurely, turning around and engulfs you in a bear hug, you feel a comforting warmth settle at his gesture.

"Yeah, and what would May think if she found out her nephew snuck out after curfew?"

Peter shrugs, pulling away slightly to give you a kiss.

"I already told her I was spending the night with Ned." He reassures, pulling away from your figure fully, walking over to your large dresser.

Peter opens a drawer, rummaging through the one reserved for all his clothes for whenever he spends the night with you.

"And what did you tell Ned?" You ask, sitting down on your bed.

Peter stays quiet for a few minutes, still searching for what you assume are probably pyjamas and he turns around with a Star Wars shirt you bought him for his birthday, and his Nightmare Before Christmas pyjama pants.

"Uh, nothing?" The boy cringes when you roll your eyes.

"Peter, what's the point of keeping this relationship a secret if you're not gonna keep up with your lies?" You laugh, the boy grabs a towel from your bottom drawer.

Peter once again turns around, glancing behind you at the cluttered mess on your bed, his lips turn upright and ignores your question.

"There's no way you're still studying for that physics test." The boy almost laughs and you groan at his words.

"Well if someone listened to me when I told them to rest when they were sick and didn't spend every waking minute with their girlfriend, I'd had been taken that test and probably got a decent grade on it." You countered, glaring at Peter who just smiles with a nod.

A comforting silence evades you two, Peter pokes his tongue against his cheek before sighing.

"Well, I be right back," He gestures the clothes and towel in his hold. "Feel free to join me if you want." Peter smirks, and you narrow your eyes at the boy.

"I would but I took a shower earlier." You tell him casually.

Peter pouts at your words, and he decides he best not linger in your bedroom in case someone in the tower makes it to the bathroom before he does, and questions why in god's name was he there. It'd be a hassle coming up with a lie then.

You throw your school work off your bed, making room for Peter's space, snuggling under your blanket after your accomplishment and it takes only a few seconds after settling in your comfort to realize just how tired you were.

You struggle to keep your eyes open, fighting the urge to lull yourself to sleep, but you loose the battle anyhow, the drowsy feeling becoming stronger as you close your eyes and slip easily into your dreams.

To say getting Peter out of your room before your dad did his daily ritual of waking you up for school was extremely difficult would be an understatement.

First, you had to wake up at four because your dad wakes up at six for a business meeting that lasts at least an hour before he comes into your room. Then you had to get Peter up and take a shower with the boy to save him from the high risk of your dad coming into your room to a sleeping Peter, and the what was supposed to be a quick and peaceful shower turns into a quickie, that lasts longer than what the name stands for.

Finally after the shower sex, you hear voices in the hallway just outside the bathroom and you two have to wait for god knows how long just to run all the way back to your bedroom, and you were so very thankful that you and Peter had not manage to bump into anyone on the way.

Things take a scary turn when your dad bursts into your room (thankfully after you were successfully changed), and demands you to hurry up so Happy could take you to school, and Peter hurriedly hides in your closet as soon as he hears the door open.

Your anxiety dies down when he leaves you to get ready and Peter is practically shaking when you retrieve him from the closet, and you have to bite back a laugh at his state.

Peter bids you a goodbye, exiting out your window and tells you he'll meet you at school. You close your window after his departure, also making your way to school in the backseat of Happy's car.

"Y/N." A voice startles you, you close your locker and turn around.

"MJ." You retort her voice and she shows you a smile.

"How was your weekend?" The girl questions and you shrug.

Michelle "MJ" Jones, has probably been your friend for well over a year and you two may not have similar lives, but your personalities fit so well that you just clicked the minute your teacher assigned you to sit next to each-other of your sophomore year in your criminology class.

"Boring, all I did was study, sleep, and slept some more." You tell her, the two of you walking to your first class of the day.

"Sounds fun." She deadpans and she sighs out in annoyance when she notices both Ned and Peter making their way toward you both.

You and Peter share a smile when the boys reach you.

"Hey Y/N," Peter waves at you, and you smile and wave back, his drops when he glances at MJ.

"Michelle."

"Loser."

Ned rolls his eyes and gives you a look that you laugh at.

You met Ned through Peter, and the boy had always thought you and Peter were dating when he first met you, but you assured him that you weren't and it took a lot of convincing to prove just that to him. Little did he know, a few years later you two do start dating, just unbeknownst to him.

When you introduced the boys to MJ, they were a little reluctant for whatever reasons that might have been, but of course Ned being the sweetest boy ever eventually accepts the girl in your small friend group, and Peter on the other hand, well he had later explained that she was a bit too brutally honest with him, so he still apparently holds a grudge to her.

It was safe to say MJ had not really cared about that anymore, but Peter very much did.

What made matters worst for the boy is that you four had almost every single class together, so it was inevitable to escape Michelle's sarcastic presence, and she also just happens to be friends with his friends.

"Did you get invited to Flash's party?" Ned quizzes when the four of you start walking again, and you raise your eyebrow at his question.

"No, why would I?" You wonder.

"Well, because you're Y/N Stark, and you know, Flash is kind of, popular?" Ned tells you in just the same amount of confusion as you were in.

"Yeah, but doesn't mean I'm gonna go, no matter my social status." You tell him with a nod.

Ned smiles at the confirmation.

"Good, cause it's game night tonight."

You share a look with Peter, you both are clearly hesitant with that information, and you quickly look away from the boy before either of your friends notice.

"Oh, uh I don't think I can make it." You frown, and so does Ned.

You four make it to your first period, entering the classroom and going all the way to the back where your unassigned assign seats were.

"Aw man." Ned huffs as he sits at his desk.

"Why?" MJ stares at you expectingly when Peter sits behind you as she settles across from you.

You freeze at the question, racking through your brain for an easy lie to tell.

You couldn't exactly tell them you and Peter had a date that the two of you were planning for a few days now.

"Um.." You trail off.

It was only a matter of time and you couldn't think of a believable lie fast enough.

"Don't you have that thing with Mr. Stark? You know, the family dinner you were telling me about?" Peter questions, and you turn around to look at the boy, giving him a nod that says 'thank you, I love you'.

"Yes, I do." You confirm, and Ned mouths an 'oh', Michelle flickers her eyes between both you and Peter curiously.

You had almost forgot just how observant this girl was, and how easy it was for her to see through a lie.

"Maybe next time." Ned says, turning around fully in his seat.

Peter nods before pulling out his notebook and pencil.

You decide to finally focus in as well, doing the exact thing Peter does and ignoring Michelle's piercing gaze.

Only then does the girl finally decide to leave you alone when the bell rings and the teacher starts his boring lesson.

After school, Happy picks you up and takes you to run a few errands your mother needed you to do for her, and you text Peter to meet you in your room, telling the boy to make sure your door is locked when you get there.

He doesn't respond, so you have no idea if he got your text or not, and it makes you a bit worried.

However, when you return home from the errands, you discover that Peter did indeed get your texts, but before he could respond, his phone died. You shake your head at his irresponsible habit of never charging his phone.

"Dinner with my dad?" You question, closing your bedroom door quietly, and Peter chuckles with a shrug of his shoulders.

"What? Did you want me to tell them that I'll have my head in between your legs instead?" The boy questions, and you snort at his expense.

"Peter." You warn.

"I'm joking!" He exclaims defensively.

"Sort of."

"Peter!"

"Okay, okay." Peter laughs, pulling you in for a hug.

You sigh in content, accepting his hug and feeling that yet again familiar comforting warmth whenever Peter's aura was around. He had that sort of effect on you.

"Missed you, so much." Peter mumbles in your hair.

"You seen me all day." You laugh.

"That's not what I meant." The boy pulls away, gazing down at you, and you stare back, noticing the suggestive glint in his eyes.

"Peter, we can't." You whisper as he leans in closer, feeling his breath fan over your lips.

"I know." Peter replies back in the same tone, his gaze dances between yours and your lips.

You subconsciously lean closer.

"Maybe we could watch a movie or something before our date." You suggest, you nervously swallow when all Peter does is nod and leans in as well.

"Yeah, or.." He trails off when you two lean impossibly closer.

Your breath hitches, one of Peter's hands cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin. You close your eyes, savouring the tingling sensation that spread through your body. Peter's lips met yours in a soft, tentative kiss, and your heart skipped.

You respond eagerly, your hands finding their way to Peter's shoulders, pulling him closer. The kiss deepened, your mouths moving in sync, tongues dancing in a passionate tango. You felt a rush of heat as Peter's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you tightly against him. Your senses were heightened, every touch, taste, and scent amplified.

Peter's lips trailed down to your neck, and you let out a soft moan, your fingers tangling in his hair. Peter's breath grew heavier, his desire evident in the way he held you.

But as the passion escalated, you pull back slightly, your chest heaving. You look into Peter's eyes, your cheeks flushed.

"Peter," You laugh at his pout, running a hand through his hair, pulling away from his body.

"As much as I would love to, we can't, Tony is lterally downstairs." You argue with a shrug, going to sit on your bed, Peter not too far behind.

He sits next to you with a sigh, huffing in annoyance before bending down and taking off his shoes, placing them under your bed.

You fix your hair, turning to face Peter with a smile when he leans back up, the boy reciprocates your actions, raising an eyebrow.

"What?"

You smile, observing his post make-out daze, wondering how someone so pure, and radiant could be so adorable. You love everything about Peter, from his unruly curls down to his beat up sneakers.

"You're so cute." You tell him, your gaze filled with longing and Peter chuckles at your compliment.

"And you're so pretty." He says back, his hand reaching out to brush against your cheek, sending a shiver down your spine.

Without a word, Peter leaned in, capturing your lips into another breathtaking kiss.

Despite your previous warnings, you give in, your hands found their way to Peter's chest, feeling his strong muscles underneath your fingertips. You pull him closer, the boy laying the two of you down on the bed as your mouths moved together hungrily.

Peter's lips trail down to your neck once again, you gasp, arching your back as his lips left a trail of fire against your skin. Peter's hands roamed over your body, exploring your curves with a gentleness that no matter how many times he did, always managed to make you melt.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, kissing him with abandon, your desires spiralling out of control. Peter's touch was electric, igniting a fire in you that you could never find in yourself to ignore.

Your breath came in ragged breaths when Peter's lips finds yours again, and you respond eagerly, your tongues dancing in a fiery duet. Peter's hands slipped under your shirt, his touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You let out a soft moan, urging him on.

But just as things get heated, your door opens with force, and both you and Peter break apart rather quickly, your gazes darting to where MJ and Ned stand, both holding different expressions.

"Guys, what the hell?" You scold, fixing your shirt as both you and Peter sit up, putting distance in between you two.

"Does your dad know that you occasionally suck face with your so called friend?" MJ jokes, Ned snorts at her quip, and you give her a unamused look.

"How did you get in here?" You ask, ignoring her question, briefly watching as Ned wanders around your room curiously.

"Some grumpy guy let us in when we told him we were here to help you with your missing work." She tells you with a shrug, and you groan, keeping in mind to confront Happy later.

Peter sighs next to you, anxiously rubbing his hands on his jean pants.

"But seeing as your busy keeping your relationship a secret from us, we'll leave." MJ snides, gesturing for Ned to follow her out your room.

You share a look with Peter and he gestures his head for you to follow both of them, and you glare at him before getting up from your bed, calling your friends name out before they could reach the elevator.

Ned turns around quicker than MJ does, the girl slowly turning around in annoyance.

"We wanted to tell you guys, but this is all new to us, and we didn't want you to judge, honest." You explain, nervously fiddling with your fingers, hearing faint footsteps behind you.

Peter nods in agreement, watching MJ stare the two of you down, and you had never wanted anyone's approval as much as you wanted hers.

You knew she wasn't too fond of Peter, and the thought of her only best friend spending her alone time with him probably broke her heart.

"It's not that I'm mad that you kept your relationship a secret, I understand that and if it makes you feel better, I'd never judge you, no matter the person." MJ tells truthfully, and you let out a sigh of relief at her words.

"Yeah, me either." Ned agrees, and Peter shows his best friend an appreciative smile.

"I always knew you were hiding something, but had I known it was Peter, I wouldn't had cared as much." MJ scrunches her nose up in fake disgust.

Showing MJ a very sarcastic smile, Peter rolls his eyes before shaking his head.

"So, we're good?" You ask, stepping closer to MJ.

"Yeah, just don't be so couple around me." She warns, pointing a finger at the two of you.

"Deal." You agree, holding your arms out toward the girl, she hesitates at first, giving her lack of liking affection before giving in.

"Oh, we'll make sure to be extra couple." Peter blurts out from behind the two of you.

You pull away from MJ, the girl giving your boyfriend the middle finger to which both you and Ned laugh at.

Sure, eventually you would have to tell your dad, but that was another can of worms you'd worry about opening later.

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