#the bots are out of control omg

[tachiisms]

haven’t logged in here for bit. want to know how many new followers I got? 17. want to know how many were human? 0. 

#the bots are out of control omg

[sweetiecutie]

Pairing: dark! König x fem! Reader

Warnings: yandere behavior, obsession, stalking, gaslighting, drugging, kidnapping. This is only fiction! Never tolerate creepy behavior

A/n: so this has been sitting in my drafts for a while so I decided to finish it as a part of writing event. I’m so proud of this one, like omg, look at me being a writer😆

Your head hurt. That was the first thing you registered as you started to slowly regain consciousness. Your face scrunched up in a grimace of pain as you let out a soft groan, your throat sore, only increasing your discomfort.

You tried to raise your hands to rub on your eyes in attempt to soothe the stinginess - point word - tried. You very soon found that your movements had been restricted by something that felt very much like rope. And not only your hands - your legs were bound tightly together at your knees and ankles, not allowing you to move.

- You’re awake now? - soft voice droned on, making you tense up impossibly more. The most terrifying thing was that you knew exactly who this voice belonged to.

You squinted into direction from which the sound came, your vision still blurry and hazy from the drug. Thankfully, the room was dark, small lamp on the bedside table was the only source of soft yellow light. You could only perceive a bulky figure sitting on a chair not too far from you, piercing blue eyes gazed at you unblinking.

- König..? What’s going on? - you asked, your voice was hoarse and weak from long lack of usage.

Suddenly, memories flashed before your eyes; it was late evening - about 11 pm - as you were walking towards convenience store not so far from your apartment.

You had been in a state of constant desolation lately - days were bleak and boring, blurring into one with their unchanging routine, sending you in deeper state of depression.

Breakup with your boyfriend took a toll on you. You loved König, you really did. Considered spending your life with him, even. But the longer your relationship lasted, the more of real him you saw - controlling, obsessive, manipulative.

It all started out small - constant checking in, questions about your whereabouts and your company, him following accompanying you wherever possible. Surely, it restricted your freedom, but König didn’t mean anything bad! He was just worried for you, concerned about your safety! Is that so bad?

So you let it slip. You overlooked his more controlling tendencies, agreed to giving him passwords to all your social media even, so König could make sure that “no freaks were texting you”. It unnerved you, but he didn’t mean anything bad, did he? He was just being a good caring boyfriend!

And it was like an avalanche. Constant calls and messages, controlling what you were wearing, unwillingness to leave you alone even for a few minutes - that and many other things made a list of what your boyfriend did, only adding to your anxiety. But you tolerated it all, because you loved him. Once, digging through your phone you found something that looked very much like a tracking app. You were outraged. But when you asked König about it - rather aggressively - he just blinked at you with wide innocent blue eyes, saying that maybe you installed it on accident? You know all these bots nowadays, you can never be safe online now. But you know that he would never do something like that, right? How could you even think of something like that?! König was genuinely offended, and you naturally hastened to apologize for your unwise accusations, trying to make it up to him. Deleting this app seemed to be impossible, though, no matter how many times you tried.

Last drop was, however, when König nearly blew out your best friend’s front door, threatening them to keep away from you. “This bitch is putting some fucked up ideas about me into your head” - was his reasoning. And that was it - hell was set free. You had an ugly shouting marathon for hours to no end, with lots of tears and profanities, ending up with a harsh breakup and you blocking König everywhere, cutting him off completely.

And since then you haven’t spoken a word to him. Of course, he came to your apartment countless times, sent numerous gifts and bouquets of your favorite flowers, practically begging for forgiveness. But you knew better than that - it happened before, and even if you forgave him this time, in a few months time everything would be just as it was before.

At present, you were walking down a sidewalk, asphalt damp under your shoes from recent rain. You needed to get some groceries, since your fridge was just as empty as your stomach; and this late of an hour promised as little people around as possible, saving you from unfavorable company of men.

Just as you rounded a corner - a pair of huge strong arms - obviously male - seized your sensibly smaller body; a weird-smelling cloth was pressed tightly over your mouth and nose. In your panicked state you tried to fight back, not registering your own breathing, inhaling lungfuls of drug. Darkness filled your vision rapidly as dizziness overcame all your senses. You felt consciousness quickly slipping away from you, neon lights of convenience store shone brightly before your eyes still.

Panic seized your throat and it was becoming harder to breathe - you tugged and pulled on rough ropes around your limbs, trying to either snap them or slip out of tight confines, thrashing around the mattress relentlessly. König didn’t do anything, just watching you silently with his icy orbs from his spot, not exactly amused not impressed by your behavior. Very soon fatigue took over your already exhausted body, you lay motionless once again, panting heavily as you glared at König’s dark form, vision still unfocused from the drug.

- Drop that. I made sure knots are tight, - he said coldly, continuing to observe you with a sharp stare of a hawk.

You just glared silently, trying to catch your breath. Your body felt heavy - extremely so, as if every limb was made out of lead and not flesh and bone; moving as much as one finger seemed harder than anything and you wondered how you managed to thrash around in the first place. Your head was aching irritably, not allowing you to think clearly - it had to be the side effect of whatever that was König made you inhale previously.

- König, do you realize what you did? - you managed to choke out, panic crashing over you in waves as realization of your current situation finally hit you. Hot tears streamed down your face as you tried to breathe evenly, but it did little to calm you down.

König just leaned in, cupping the side of your face with one of his huge hands, his thumb swiped under your eye, wiping salty tears away with calloused fingertip. You closed your eyes, averting your face from his touch. And oh, he didn’t like it.

König gripped bottom part of your face, force of his grip squeezed your cheeks together as he turned your head forcibly towards himself, making you squeal quietly as you faced him.

- You tried to leave me. And you are very dear to me. I can’t let this happen, - König explained, his voice calm, alarmingly calm. His scarred lips were pressed into a thin pale line, giving a little clue of his rage.

It was another side of him, completely different from what you used to see - a calm, ruthless and collected one; one that you could only imagine, based off some rumors you’ve heard about him and small cracks in his friendly mask König was too careless to hide from you during your relationship. You got glimpses of it a few times - when some drunk dude tried to hit on you when you and König were in the bar together, or when you mentioned how nice one of your male coworkers was. You always made one brutal mistake of brushing it all off, blaming it on König’s tiredness or fierce personality. And that’s where it led you.

- So what are you gonna do now? Keep me here forever? - you tried to scoff, but your trembling voice was way too weak to do so.

König cocked his eyebrow at your brave words, ghost of a smile played on his pursed lips. He shrugged lightly, grip of his fingers on your cheeks eased as he caressed them endearingly with rough fingertips, tickling you slightly.

- If that’s what it takes to keep you with me - then yes, - he shrugged slightly, propping his chin on his free hand, not a single emotion could be deciphered in his voice. These words made your blood turn cold.

He heaved a deep sigh at your frightened expression and trembling body, letting go of your face and reclining into his chair.

- Schatzi, you know I hate this just as much as you do. You think I’m enjoying this? - he asked, his tone was somehow sad and exhausted. But yes, you indeed thought, knew he enjoyed this. You kept silent, choking on your silent sobs, now being extremely aware of thick ropes digging painfully into your soft skin. Panic attack was full on taking over you, suffocating you with numerous sobs, body tensing and shaking incessantly, tears blurring your thus poor vision.

- Now, this all may end if you stop being a little bitch and start acting like an actual adult. We didn’t finish our conversation that last time, and you blocking me everywhere doesn’t make things any easier, - König said, his ice-blue eyes boring holes in your head. But you couldn’t comprehend the meaning behind his words, your brain short-circuited with fear and panic, turning you into a weeping shaking mess.

König heaved another sigh. He got up from his chair, taking a few steps towards your bed and dropping to his knees in front of it, so that his head was right against yours. His hand once again came to caress the side of your face affectionately, tangling into your messy hair and massaging your scalp, cooing soothingly at you.

- I know baby, I know. You need to rest. Don’t worry, I’ll keep you safe. And then, once you’re strong and rested, we’ll talk again. And we’ll sort everything out and be happy again, just like we used to be, hmm? - König murmured softly as he always did to calm you down during hard times. But it only made you weep harder.

König pressed his lips against your cold forehead, leaving a chaste kiss as he inhaled lungfuls of your scent. He then nuzzled his forehead against yours, mumbling quietly:

- You can’t imagine how much I missed you. How could you do this to me? Hurt me so much even though I only want the bestest for you?

He peppered your face with small kisses, whispering small nothings and caressing your shuddering back. This made you feel nauseous. Your consciousness started to slip away again, your vision darkening rapidly. And just before blacking out, you heard König’s voice, one you loved so dearly once, utter:

- You’re mine, always will be. I’ll make sure of that.

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[preeningpisces]

JJK Men vs. Tinder

What the men are like on Tinder! Non-Curse AU

AN: I discussed these with my sister & it’s such a fun topic. If you have any thoughts/headcanons, pls share them!

Includes: Choso, Geto, Gojo, Kenjaku, Nanami, Sukuna, Toji

Below the cut, toxic behavior, enjoy!

Choso

❥ Photos: not the best at taking photos. They’re awkward, but in an endearing way. A classic above view selfie where he tries to look neutral/cool, but it ends up looking kind of pouty and oh-so babygirl. A photo with itadori with a forced smile, and one that itadori took of him while they were at an arcade & he won a plushie from a claw machine

❥ Bio: itadori did some major editing because Choso wrote like a whole paragraph that no one wants to read

Hi! New to the dating scene. If you like video games, anime or sci-fi too then should talk🖤

❥ Opener: pretty standard, afraid of coming off like a creep because he's awkward

hi how are you?

❥ Messaging: makes you feel like you’re messaging a bot at first because his responses are pretty fast because he's eager, but also straightforward and bland because he doesn't want to say something wrong. Itadori has to come in & do damage control until Choso can see you're interested. Very much a penpal--might be a week or more before he asks you out. He's the type that wants to have an emotional connection going on a date

❥ How he asks you out: he's nervous but he's direct. Stares the phone down until you reply

I really like you and want to meet you. do you want to go on a date?

❥ First date: he’ll take you somewhere sweet and fun, like an arcade or a carnival. Having activities takes some pressure off, which helps with his nerves a lot. Googled how to act on a date, so he brings flowers - aaaaw. Pays too, even if funds are tight.

❥ If it doesn’t work out: omg having to end things will STRESS HIM THE FUCK OUT. He's going to mull over the decision for a hot minute before he does it. He's apologetic, but makes it clear that he doesn't want to see you anymore

♡ ♡ ♡

Geto

❥ Photos: the best at taking photos. They’re pretty normal for the most part, one with him petting a cat, another at a cafe with Gojo and Shoko. But he has a pretentious black & white photo of him reading a book or staring off to the side. He looks so pretty it cancels out the cringe tho

❥ Bio: keeps it simple, he believes it's better not reveal too much. That's what getting to know someone is for, afterall. Definitely has his spotify connected

Looking for real connection, someone that's my bestfriend before anything else. Always looking for new music, any song recs?

❥ Opener: opens with something from your profile to show he actually read it and didn't just swipe because of your looks, and to start with an interesting convo!

Saw you like reading. What’s the best book you’ve read so far this year?

❥ Messaging: engaging conversationalist, but not the type to instant message endlessly. Doesn't take forever to respond tho, and if he's about to become busy he'll warn you. Will ask more questions about you than he will share about himself. Gotta keep up that mysterious art hoe vibe he ikes to give off

❥ How he asks you out: would ask you out pretty quickly, perhaps after talking for 2 days or a day and a half. You’d be instant messaging, and he just says your name as if he’s about to say something serious, & lets it hang there for a moment before following up with:

I’ve really enjoyed talking, we should go on a date

❥ First date: chill but gives you something to talk about. Museum, aquarium, bar with a jazz music night, pottery class, etc. Gentlemanly but in a cool way, if that makes sense? Not quite as strict as Nanami, but you will feel a bit like a princess. Definitely pays! Cuts out the awkwardness by saying he's going to cover things before you even go

❥ If it doesn’t work out: lowkey kind of dismissive! He’s not going to outright ghost you…but he’ll breadcrumb you until you bring it up

♡ ♡ ♡

Gojo

❥ Photos: has the most normal photos. Always looks like he’s having fun & hanging with people. One where he took an unwilling selfie with Nanami, another of him standing over a maximum height chart at an amusement park with an exaggerated pout, and a video deadlifting Geto at the gym with passerbys staring judgementally

❥ Bio: uses the stereotypical bios but ironically. You need 3D chess insight to know he’s joking because it kind of suits him LOL

If you like pineapple on pizza, it’s not gonna work 🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️🙅‍♂️ looking for my partner in crime. The Pam to my Jim 🥰 short king 👑 let me climb you like a tree mens 14 shoes, if you know what I mean 😈

❥ Opener: Gojo likes a casual and playful approach. If your profile has something funny he'll open with that

heeeeey what’s up?

❥ Messaging: weaponizes girl texting. Playful, cheeky. Instant messanger most of the time, but will randomly disappear for a whole day and come back with a lame explanation like 'sorry, was busy with work'

❥ How he asks you out: he’d ask while you’re joking around, after you roast him. Will text for several days before meeting up

mmhm why don't you come say that to my face? 🤨 this weekend over coffee my treat definitely not a date or anything

❥ First date: surprisingly, he goes for the classic coffee shop, window shopping, or movie type dates. Very lackadaisical when planning--kind of stressful if you're a big planner or have a tight schedule. A lot more chill on the date than he was over text. Will pay for everything, obviously, might even buy something you see and casually mention liking

❥ If it doesn’t work out: straight up ghosts you - sorry buddy. He just doesn't like dealing with that mess, and to him, if you haven't been seeing each other that long he doesn't feel obligated to end things directly

♡ ♡ ♡

Kenjaku

❥ Photos: normal, flattering, down to earth. He wants people to swipe so he can mess with them. On other occasions, MIGHT use random people's photos and catfish just because he was feeling goofy. Has been banned SEVERAL times

❥ Bio: Kenjaku is tricky. His profile and approaches change all the time because he's the type that wants to do 'social experiments' on Tinder. I can see him doing the whole 'I made the most toxic profile to see if ppl will still match with me' or making one that comes off SO sketchy it's insane anyone would talk to him. Even worse, will make one looking for a serious relationship only to commit psychological warfare on the poor sap who matched.

❥ Opener: depends on what he wants. Very much a wild card. Some examples:

sends a questionable link - it's a photo of your house from Google Streetview

If being normal, like Geto he comments on something from your profile: you like hiking, have you been to X trail? It has great shade

❥ Messaging: eratic. Either endless chatter, or radio silence. Definitely the most verbose of the bunch--if you've caught his interest or bring up a topic he likes he's texting paragraphs. Will get bored easily if you're a dry texter. Occasionally sends voice memos because it's like a one-sided phone call LOL . Sometimes he asks out quickly, sometimes he doesn't. Sigh.

❥ How he asks you out: I'm a broken record at this point, but it depends on his intent! Sometimes he's charming, sometimes he's insane and wants to creep you out

I have tickets to X, want to join me?

That cafe you went to yesterday looks nice, we should go together sometime

❥ First date: if he's trying to charm you, he'll take you somewhere he knows you like (that he can stand) OR somewhere entertaining like an open mic comedy night. If he's being a menace, he'll take you somewhere really weird like a Quaker meeting (thank you fleabag). Or just stand you up. He'll actually be there, just to watch how you react

❥ If it doesn’t work: will gaslight you into believing YOU'RE the one with the problem and are the reason it isn't working. You might delete the app after suffering this demon

♡ ♡ ♡

Nanami

❥ Photos: his company headshot photo, a few work function photos that he’s cropped and are blurry. He’s not smiling in any of them, except for one of him accepting an award at work where he gave the smallest smile for the photo to look agreeable.

❥ Bio: fills it out like a job application. Straight to the point.

Dating with intention. I enjoy reading and cooking. I look forward to speaking with you.

❥ Opener: Nothing crazy - very standard but more formal than typical

Good afternoon, how are you doing?

❥ Messaging: very formal and polite, doesn’t like small talk but will engage in interesting convos. Doesn't reply instantly, but doesn't leave you hanging for hours--he's a busy guy, afterall. Respectful of your time, and expects that in return. Prefers phone calls! Especially while he's making dinner.

❥ How he asks you out: he’s very effecient, he’s not going to be your penpal. He’ll ask you out within the first day of talking if he’s feeling the right vibe. Thinks meeting in person is better for getting to know someone. Will arrange all the plans and make sure it works with both of your schedules comfortably

I would like to get to know you better. Would you be interested in dinner at XX?

❥ First date: classic dinner man! Won’t take you somewhere intimidating, but definitely something nicer. He doesn’t go on dates willy nilly, so he’s going to treat you right. Will be baffled if you offer to pay

❥ If it doesn’t work: Very respectful, of course. He'll let you know quickly as well and won't lead you on. Will thank you for going on a date with him and say it was a pleasure to meet you.

♡ ♡ ♡

Sukuna

❥ Photos: a shirtless pic with him flexing, one of those middle-aged man selfies where they look stern but also a bit confused bc they aren't sure they're doing it right LOL. One of his car or a bike. He's gotta look badass but kind of looks lame

❥ Bio: BOSSY. He basically has a DNI list but for swiping. Sees it as you being audacious if you swipe on him and aren't worth his time

If you're clingy, desperate, have kids or a moron don't bother

❥ Opener: will say something about your appearance - whether this is positive or negative entirely depends on why he swiped. Somtimes he'll swipe on ppl he finds ugly just to see if he gets a match. He's an asshole like that

You look sexy as hell in that 3rd picture

Don't get your hopes up. You're fucking ugly, just thought you needed to know

❥ Messaging: very dry texter. Don’t ask multiple questions, only 1 will be answered. Takes long to reply as well. Prefers calls, but doesn't like calls where it's just chatting to chat yknow?

❥ How he asks you out: basically tells you you're going out LOL. Will ask you out pretty quickly, he just doesn't care for texting that much

Come to X on Friday. We're getting food.

❥ First date: He's going to take you to dinner, but is one of those annoying mfers that's like 'if you won't get messy in public you’re too full of yourself' so it'll be like bbq or wings at a sports bar. 50-50 type of guy. He's not spending $$ on someone he doesn't know

❥If it doesn't work: oh you know he's going to be ruthless. Your ego isn't going to be wounded, it's going to be evaporated

♡ ♡ ♡

Toji

❥ Photos: only 2 photos - a shirtless, dirty mirror selfie with flash obscuring most of his face & a gym selfie where he’s flexing

❥ Bio: tinder isn’t important to him, so he isn’t going to put effort into his profile, but if it catches him the occasional hookup he won’t complain. One of those terrifying mfers that straight up puts their number on their profile (I'm always tempted to send them something insane)

text me if we match (XXX) XXX-XXXX

❥ Opener: he doesn’t usually open, you gotta text him first. What a bitch. If he does open he'll comment on a photo, something that stands out so it isn't odd to comment on it, but still invovles your appearance somehow so it lets you know he's basically checked you out. He knows being too bold will scare most ppl off

I like the hair. suits you

❥ Messaging: nonchalant, and doesn't reply quickly. Dry, but not as dry as Sukuna. Big breadcrumber - engages juuuust enough to keep you around

❥ How he asks you out: Toji’s intention is usually hookups, so he’s pretty straightforward & will ask if you want to meet that night. Too old for ‘you up’ or ‘wyd’

I’m at X. Want to join for drinks?

❥ First date: usually a bar. Then his or your place. Very low effort. Whether he pays or not depends on you, to be honest. If he gets the vibe you don't care, he won't offer. If he gets the vibe you will care, he'll pay. Very good at reading people

❥ If it doesn’t work out: ghosts, but keeps your number if he wants to hit you up again. You’ll probably get a text 3 months later LOL

♡ ♡ ♡

#this was so fun they’re all such losers #dreams of choso ☁︎ #dreams of geto ☁︎ #dreams of gojo ☁︎ #dreams of kenjaku ☁︎ #dreams of nanami ☁︎ #dreams of sukuna ☁︎ #dreams of toji ☁︎ #jjk headcanons #choso headcanons #geto headcanons #gojo headcanons #kenjaku headcanons #nanami headcanons #sukuna headcanons #toji headcanons #choso x reader #geto x reader #gojo x reader #kenjaku x reader #nanami x reader #sukuna x reader #toji x reader #divider by benkeibear #divider by animatedglittergraphics n more #headcanons ☽ #dreams ☽ #sweet dreams ☽

[tuxebo]

[ 🗯️ : bummer. is spider-man grounded? ]

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chat with mindanao ! hello, you may recognize me from my miguel bot... but im back w more!! omg you guys got that bot to 1.6k interactions and im honestly shocked ilyasm <33

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✧ — miles morales:

¹ YOUR ARTISTIC SKATING PARTNER: (childhoodfriends to lovers + no spiderman) miles has been the one who taught you to skate. he's got you to try many of his new interests and hobbies throughout the years of your friendship. you got a new board and decided it needs some new art, that's where your best friend comes in.

 ✧ — miles morales (e-42):

¹ SAVED BY A STRANGER: (coffee shop + fake dating) you were just trying to work your job at the coffee shop when a creepy, old man tries to shoot his shot with you. Noticing your discomfort, Miles channels the gentleman deep within him and decides to lend a hand.

 ✧ — miguel ohara:

¹ THE CHILD YOUR BABYSITTING'S OVERWORKED DAD: (parent!miguel x babysitter!user) you are the babysitter of your local superhero, spiderman─ not that you knew that. it was rare that the child's father, miguel, was ever home. often out doing god knows what, but one night he finally has time to join the two of you for dinner.

² YOUR HUSBAND'S ASSIGNMENT ALMOST GETS YOU KILLED: (heavy angst + implied gore) your husband underestimate and anomaly, sending you after it without fully understanding its power. he's the first to respond when things go south, though that still may not be fast enough.

 ✧ — pavitr prabhakar:

¹ YOUR BUBBLY BANDMATE: (friends to lovers + no spiderman) you and pavitr are bandmates in a group called '5PIDER'. after practice one night, you're walking home and decide to stop by a small convenience store to pick up some dinner. what you didn't expect was to see your keyboardist there as well.

 ✧ — hobart brown:

¹ YOUR PUNK BANDMATE: (friends to lovers + no spiderman) you and hobie are bandmates in a group called '5PIDER'. while touring the venue before one of your shows, you notice your guitarist is missing. the others seem to have the meeting with the crew under control so why don't you go look for him?

² BABYSITTING MAYDAY TOGETHER: (baby fever, baby fever) while peter b. parker is out on a mission, you and hobie offer to take care of mayday for a couple hours. it's no secret you two are fond of the kid, doing what you can to make the day a blast.

 ✧ — gwen stacy:

¹ YOUR SWEET SKATING RIVAL: (rivals to friends to lovers + no spiderman) you were preparing for a skating competition that was to happen late in the afternoon. who you were up against was the least of your concerns— until she walks up to you and tries to make conversation.

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[mariacrow]

omg hiiii i loved ur tfp decepticons x reader post would you be up to do more smut/nsfw with dreadwing? if not then general hcs and fluff would also be much appreciated if you can think any up<3

I'm glad you enjoyed it ^^ here's a gift for you 💙

✦ Dreadwing x reader ✦

2nd person

female reader

smut

dom Dreadwing, sub reader

passion, honest love, reassurance, encouragement

First it took him forever to confess to you, now it took him an eternity to finally get intimate with you. You can't blame the lieutenant though. He might be brave and strong but all bots, just like humans, have their weak spots, fears... Commander's biggest fear is losing you or hurting you in any way. His sex drive grows whenever you're in his servos, whenever you lay your soft hands on him or when he's simply near you, just observing you... He's hungry for you, eager for you which is the main source of his fear. What if he won't be able to control himself, sustain himself...?

All of these thoughts were overwhelming his mind while you were passionately kissing him while lying on top of him. Your soft lips were sending shivers from his dermas all the way to his crotch, exciting him more and more with every mushy sound your lips would make after each kiss. His left servo he used to hold your petite body, to feel you all over. His sharp digits were sneaking underneath your clothes, gently scratching your skin, making you shiver and softly whimper. Each sound you would let out was making him ex vent heavily. His right servo he used to keep your hair away from your face, his digits tangling in it just like he fantasized about. Tugging at your clothes, he was trying to contain himself from ripping them apart as they were standing in the way between his digits and your thin skin.

He felt you grind against the cold steal of his chassis. The consequence of your impatient and needy action resulted in you finding yourself underneath him. His ginormous figure towering over you, his red optics glowing even redder with lust while observing you. The way you were looking up at him with wide sparkly eyes made him tingle all over. You could hear a low rumble in his chassis as he started slowly undressing you, revealing each part of your body slowly and glamorously. Partially it was him still being careful but partially it was also him being a tease, enjoying the way your eyes were following each movement of his servos while your soft panting followed by a quiet, why moan here and there was tickling his audio receptors.

"My beautiful princess..." he said as he got the last piece of clothing off of you which were your underwear.

"Do not fret, my little one... I shall be gentle." he reassured you to which you warmly smiled and nodded. He smiled back at you and carefully leaned to kiss you again, making out with you with such passion and yearning.

You felt his servos wrap around your thighs and spread your legs as if you're merely a doll. He used his pinky to very gently rub your soaking wet slit, nicely spreading the bitter sweet lubricants. He made you sweetly moan into the kiss in sync with his deep groans of pleasure. Despite being overly concentrated on how nicely he was touching your private area, you could hear and feel him removing his crotch cover. You were curious to look but before you could open your eyes and look down, he was kissing his way down your breasts and tummy.

He made your breath hitch the moment you felt his dermas on your labia. He was gently kissing them and sucking them, spreading the lubricants of his mouth all over. His groans of pleasure were getting louder as he was stroking himself while eating you out. He was getting more and more intense, making your back ache and your moans echo in his berthroom because of which you covered your mouth and closed your eyes tightly.

"Do not be ashamed." as he gently moved your hands away from your face, "I want to hear you."

That really made you tingle. You both smiled at each other before he straightened. His spike casting a shadow upon you as your eyes widened. Your amusing reaction made him chuckle. He grabbed the base of his spike and gave a little twist to make it shrink about 50% but it still seemed huge. He grunted loudly as the crowded particles were making his spike way more sensitive. He towered over you once again, supporting himself with one arm, heavily ex venting as his spike was throbbing to any slight breeze.

"You can do that...?" you asked while staring at the half silicone-like half metal member of his with the same blue and gold color scheme. As it would throb the gold parts would emit some kind of glow, as if it was getting brighter.

"I must. You are far too.. petite and delicate."

You smiled and cupped his face plate, kissing him. "I love you, Dreadwing... You're so gentle with me... Gentler than any human..." you whispered softly.

That wrapped his spark in a blanket. You gave him confidence he lacked.

"I love you too, Y/N... My one and only... I shall bring nothing but pleasure to you.”

“Please… Take me. I’m all yours, commander~…”

Your lustful words and lustful gaze made him smirk. He wasn’t afraid of the size difference anymore. It was turning him on. Badly. He couldn’t resist anymore. He positioned himself and rubbed his spike against your labia, mixing your lubricants and spreading them all over. It felt so warm.

He made sure you’re ready before he penetrated you. You were looking down at his spike slowly but surely going very deep inside of you, making your tummy bulge. He didn’t hush your loud moans, he wanted to hear all of it. It was like music to his ears, it was reassuring him you feel pleasure. He could barely keep himself stable above you as his body would slightly tremble to the feeling of your tight, soft walls squeezing his already sensitive member.

At first his pace was slow. It was driving him crazy but he loved it. He isn’t very vocal but he couldn’t sustain deep grunts and groans emitting vibrations from his chassis. Soon he sped up, testing your boundaries to only see and hear you beg for more. You'd moan "commander", knowing it really gets him going.

But instead he pulled out.

“Well then. If that is the game we are playing~” he said as he flipped you over with ease, pulling your butt in the air as he enjoyed the sight of you arching your back like a cat in heat, looking at him over your shoulder with lustful eyes.

He slapped his spike against your wet pussy a couple of times before he went back in. He picked up a nice pace but he was focusing on being roughly sensual more. He reached to slightly pull your hair while making your cheeks clap against him. He’d make you suck on his sharp digit while making your eyes roll back, with the other servo holding your delicate figure. He was leaving slight claw marks on your hips, back and thighs, marking you just enough.

You would hear him groaning and panting louder as he was reaching his climax. Hitting your g-spot over and over again, he kept making you cum, at least two times by now. It seemed as if he really knew what he was doing. Perhaps he did research? We’ll never know.

Making you create a puddle underneath that was only getting larger as your cum kept leaking down your thighs. While filling the room with gushy and wet slapping sounds, he’d praise you:

“Thats my good girl~” or “Just like that, princess~” but it wasn’t creepy. He was telling you how good you feel around him and how you’re doing a great job. His rare but very much appreciated talks like these were the main cause of your countless climaxes.

Very soon your pulsing walls made him fill you up to the brim with a thick load. You could hear slight tremble in his moan as he got overstimulated. Pulling out and seeing his load leaking out, making an ever bigger puddle on his berth made him proud as well as your state. Your quivering body laying limp in his servos, a slutty little drooling smile on your face as you could barely catch your breath proved to him that he has succeeded.

You enjoyed the aftercare he provided. He cleaned everything up as well as you, a little mess. He helped you get dressed and had you lay comfortably next to him. He kept you close to his face plate and chassis, very gently rubbing your back and kissing your forehead, making sure you’re warm and safe in his tender embrace.

“I hope I was not overly rough on you.” he said in a quiet manner to which you reassured him that you enjoyed every second of it. That lifted his spirit.

Not to mention how good you made him feel. He will definitely want to do this more often from now on.

Dividers belong to @animatedglittergraphics-n-more 💙

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers prime #tfp #tfp x reader #dreadwing #tfp dreadwing #dreadwing x reader #transformers fanfiction #transformers smut

[creativitysparks4everxoxo]

It's the little things: A Mirage Appreciation Post

**Transformers: ROTB spoilers ahead!!!**

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Now it's time for me to talk about all the little things that Mirage did in ROTB that made me smile. I know, I know, I could just say "exist" and that would cut this post hella short and save me some time. But where's the fun in that? 🤪 My ROTB brainrot is bad!

There is no order, because Mirage is a rebel and I like that. I like it A LOT!

He messed with Noah by re-locking his door twice before he FINALLY let Noah enter. But then when Noah wanted to peace out because he realized that stealing Mirage may not be so easy after all, MIRAGE LOCKS HIM IN!!! He really said, "You're not going anywhere. You're mine now!" and then proceeds to kidnap Noah. Kidnapping is no laughing matter, but omg I just found that hilarious. 🤣

Mirage asked Noah multiple times to give him a little tap, and it was nice to see that in this moment Noah slowly became relaxed around Mirage and no longer felt scared of him.

*Noah falls hard on a bunch of junk after failing miserably to discreetly escape the Autobot meeting he was not invited to* Mirage: He's perfect!!! 🤣🤣 Basically, Mirage saw his new human friend try to escape and he thought nope! Let me rope him into our mission so that I can spend more time with him. He's slick af! 👀

I like how chill and reassuring Mirage is with Kris. He knew that moment with Noah and Kris is delicate, because Noah is trying to convince his little brother not to worry, even though he knows he's about to go on a very dangerous mission that he may not come back from. Kris tells Mirage to watch out for his brother and Mirage says, "You got it, little man." and reassures Kris that he's got Noah's back and promises that he will protect him. And he does! He freaking keeps that promise!!!!! 🥲🥲🥲

The sad look on Mirage's face when Noah rushes passed him to comfort Elena and make sure she's okay after she is safely rescued from a corrupted Airazor. He even tries to reach out a servo because he probably feels so bad that Elena was almost killed, and now Noah is freaking out because Elena was almost killed. The moment is brief but it was very sweet. He cares so much! 🥲🥲

I love, I mean FREAKING LOVE the scene when Mirage tries to peek into Kris' bedroom window to see what him and Noah are up to. I love this scene so much because he really could not help himself! It's adorable! He even tries standing on top of another car and of course the car is not strong enough to support his massive frame. But he tried! He really tried to be discreet and take a little peek because he is an alien robot, so it's natural for him to be curious about humans. And more importantly, curious about Noah. 🥺

That look on Mirage's face when Noah initiates a fist bump before he heads out to distract Scourge to buy Noah and Elena time to shut down the transwarp key control panel. It's just so AHHHHH! He's so happy and he just takes a few moments to look back at Noah. His smile in this scene is everything. 🥺

Mirage used his last remaining bit of strength to power his built in walkie talkie so that Noah could talk to Kris. And then he transformed into an exosuit and fused with Noah's body as a last, desperate attempt to protect him. 🥲🥲🥲🥲 I'M NOT CRYING, YOU'RE CRYING!!!!

"But what about for friendship? 🙂" I'm sorry, but that line KILLS ME! 🤣 It's sooooo cheesy but it's just so funny to me! Mirage has known Noah for like 10 minutes and he is so eager to be friends with him. It's really cute.

🌟 Edit: Since I got called out QUICK for not adding it (I wanted to see how fast people would react to that line not being mentioned 🤭), here it is:

"*scoffs!* Work friends??! You've been inside me!!!"

Yeah, I'm convinced that Mirage knew exacty what he was doing when he said that and he is 100% that bot that will not hesitate to remind you of his awesomeness. He is not a "work friend" and "work friends" just sounds too formal and weird in this particular setting. He also could have just been oblivious to the sexual connotations associated with that line because he is an alien robot. But then again, somehow I doubt that. He's seen movies and has most likely been to drive-in theatres. I bet he said it to get a reaction out of Noah. Yes, that sounds more accurate. 🤣

Yeah, so basically Mirage is best bot and I think Pete Davidson absolutely nailed this role! 👏🏾 He gave it his all and he actually became Mirage. I thoroughly enjoyed Mirage throughout the entire movie and he better be in the next movie. 😤

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#transformers #transformers rise of the beasts #transformers: rise of the beasts #tf rotb #mirage #tf rotb mirage #rotb mirage #rotb #tf mirage #maccadam #maccadams #mirage is iconic! #mirage is best bot #he had no business being this funny! #i love him #mirage the comedian #rotb noah #tf rotb noah #mirage and noah #noah diaz #rotb noah diaz #tf rotb noah diaz #this is basically another noah/mirage post 🤭 #brainrot #rotb brainrot 🧠 #rotb spoilers #tf rotb spoilers

[t0ast-ghost]

S3 EP19 (Requiem For Methuselah) let me guess. Kirk is romancing.

Forthwards:

- beaming down together <3

- uh oh a time limit!

- Spock grabs McCoy’s arm to get him out of the way of the fire

- very drawable right here

- Kirk is not fucking around today

- wow. Just wow.

- A SHAKESPEARE FIRST FOLIO?!? This guy is fucking rich holy shit

- She’s just like me when I watch Star Trek

- I like that she wants to talk to Spock about science :))

- “What is loneliness?” “It is a thirst. It is a flower dying in a desert.” Wow

- “Thank you, Doctor. I will have a brandy.” “Do you think the two of us can handle a drunk Vulcan? Once alcohol hits that green blood—” They’re adorable

- fuck off fuck off fuck off (edit: this is probably about them immediately flirting with Rayna)

- Bottles of colourful liquid. You think one of them is ketchup?

- Does Kirk know how to play pool? Is she showing him for no reason? He seems to know what he’s doing…

- I love that Spock likes playing musical instruments

- His boyfriend is dancing with a woman RIGHT THERE. I wonder what a rewrite of this would be like with canonical queer Kirk in a relationship with Spock and McCoy and why he would choose to dance with her. Cause I think he should be able to just enjoy doing stuff like dancing and holding hands without it being romantic. AND THEN MCCOY WALKS INTO THAT OMG THE DRAMA

- Damn Kirk isn’t interested in Spock’s info dump about Brahms. Tragic.

- and they’re kissing

- The way Kirk just pushed her out of the way-

- YEAH SAVE YOUR BOYFRIEND SPOCK!!!

- Flint kinda wishes that the bot killed Kirk

- Yeah it sucks to be home schooled

- This is becoming like Twilight but without the baseball and vampires

- This is a horrible power imbalance between Flint and Rayna

- And they’re kissing (Nichelle nichols futurama clip where she says "I had to kiss Shatner) (edit: here's the clip at 1:26)

- WHY IS HE SHAKING HER LIKE THAT BRO WHAT THE FUCK

- Kirk’s ass damn why is Flint hiding the Ryetalyn

- “(Spock): Captain, I shall get the Ryetalyn.” “(Kirk): Why you?” “(Spock): There may be dangers within.” “(Kirk): Let’s find out.” “(Spock): Let me go alone captain.” “(McCoy): Why? Get to the point, Spock. If there is one.” “(Kirk): We’ll all go.” Kirk and McCoy ARE NOT about to let they’re boyfriend go into a dangerous area alone

- OMG SHES BALD! (She’s bald and she’s torturing people who have hair)

- “Her only flaw, she is not human.” THATS HER FLAW??? First off Spock is RIGHT THERE. Second I'd say the flaw is that she's being controlled by a awful man

- Wait what? this guy is DA VINCI?!? And still no bitches...

- “She is my handiwork, my property.” EW DISGUSTING KILL HIM

- HE JUST BLOOPED THE ENTERPRISE OUT OF EXISTENCE

- I’m giggling

- “Give me back my ship. Your secret is safe with us.” YOU’RE JUST GONNA LEAVE HER?

- “Because you knew I could bring her emotions alive.” Bleh

- Kirk gets absolutely beat the fuck up

- “No. Do not order me. No one can order me.” YES GET IT! YES

- “She’s human. Down to the last blood cell she’s human. Down to the last thought, hope, aspiration, emotion. She’s human. Her human spirit is free. You have no power of ownership! She’s free to do as she wishes.” Kirk’s so happy for her!

- “No man beats me.” “I don’t want to beat you. This is no test of power. Rayna belongs to herself, and she claims the human right of choice. To be, as she wills. To do as she wills. To think as she wills.”

- Okay but she shouldn’t have to choose between two men. There’s so many more out there in the galaxy

- OH NO DHES SEAD

- “What happened?” “She loved you, captain.” Spock just admitted Kirk’s drop dead gorgeous

- This is giving boyfriend vs. father vibes which I hate. I hate that this is how women are treated. As burdens to be thrown from one man to the next. This is reminding me of A Dolls House by Henrik Ibsen it's a pretty short play and the ending is phenomenal for the time

- Kirk is lonely :(

- “If only I could forget.” Spock spends several seconds staring at Kirk and contemplating until McCoy comes in

“Oh thank heavens, sleeping at last.” McCoy just wants Kirk to get a good nights rest

- yeah

- “You see, I feel sorrier for you I do for him…because you’ll never know the things that love can drive a man to. The ecstasies, the miseries. The broken rules, the desperate chances. The glorious failures, and the glorious victories. All of these things you’ll never know, simply because the word ‘love’ isn’t written into your book. Good night, Spock.” “Good night, Doctor.” WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT AND WHY HAVENT I SEEN AN EDIT TO THAT. Also now I REALLY wanna write a mcspirk fanfic based solely on THAT

- “I do wish he could forget her.” BOTH McCoy and Kirk wished for this and so Spock does something crazy for his loves omg omg I’m gonna throw up wtf

- there’s literally romantic music playing in the background as Spock leans down to mind meld and says “forget”

Well

Masterpost

Episode written by Jerome Bixby

#star trek #star trek tos #star trek the original series #spock #s'chn t'gai spock #tos spock #leonard bones mccoy #tos mccoy #tos bones #captain james kirk #james t kirk #tos kirk #Youtube

[lovelyherruins]

omg sometimes I forget team black ARE real people and not just mindless bots.

half the issues in hotd didnt even involve alicent, if anything they already existed before she entered the picture. antis says she should've minded her own business but then not mention Harwin, Larys, and Joffrey.

If Harwin just kept it in his pants instead of becoming the crown princess' side hoe (because that's what he is) then the whole Strong boys and arguements wouldn't have happened.

Do I have to explain Larys??

I brought Joffrey up for one reason and it's this:

it wasn't necessary but did it cause the riot that happened? no, you know what did tho? Joffrey openly talking about his and Criston's "relationships" with the people getting married. was that necessary for him to do? no it wasn't because it what world WOULD it be needed for some guy to talk to Kingsguard's secret relationship with the princess?

Those three MEN should've minded their business not alicent. when she asked Rhaenyra questions it was her job or her being a friend which leads me to :

perhaps alicent wasn't but the same thing could be said about Rhaenyra (lying on her mother's grave anyone?? just being over all Brat when Alicent TRIED to fix them??). the thing is they were both in bad situations in which they had little to no control in. Neither can be blamed for how they tried to help themselves or how they acted under pressure as KIDS. people seem to forget that alicent was also a child and always say "she was older in the books!" tell me when you ever picked up that book. the show is clearly different to the books why keep bringing up alicent's age? to justify hating her as a child.

HER PROBLEMS WAS CAUSED BY THE MEN IN HER LIFE!!!!

who forced her to go to the king's chambers and wear her mother's dress? Her dad. Who had the power to NOT marry her but did it anyway? Viserys. Who mistook her (understandable) missing of her father as a reason to kill his father and brother? fucking Larys. Who impregnated her and when she had sons, did nothing to support her or to fix the problems arising with the birth of male heirs? Viserys.

"they were friends not lovers"

friends not lovers, guys!!

friends not lovers.

of course it's never openly stated that they were in love but considering that the actors (who know the characters best) said there was an underlying romance between them and it was purposeful... you can't blame others for shipping them because as they said it was THERE.

while it was a big jump that alicent took with his words, I prefer to see what she did as less of a cunning act and more of an act of desperation. a way to avoid the incoming fighting that'll happen when the word gets out.

I'm not sure if the commenter is blaming the dance on alicent but can we for a second remember that alicent was going against her dad to bring back aegon? the council already had plans to sit aegon at the throne, alicent's misunderstandings did nothing to change that.

if rhaenyra ascending the throne wouldn't have cause a civil war, then Jace ascending it definitely would have because let's not forget being anti-bastard was not a thing Alicent created, everyone was against them.

Team black stans will call themselves feminists and say they support women's rights but when Alicent is shown to them, they scream internalized misogyny and call her a cunt. are you a feminist or do you just like seeing women agree with you and your views? to fit into the mold you made for feminism

alicent is a great example of the oppression of women in any time period and the greatest show of WHY women need feminism, and antis don't even give her grace

they uplift and praise the women who already have power and freedom and put down everyone else who doesn't have those things. that tells me more about their character and beliefs than whatever color they identify as.

#house of the dragon #alicent hightower #anti team black stans #rhaenyra targaryen #rhaenicent #i cant believe im making apost before the 2nd season even starts

[seneitut]

omg your gekko fanfic is amazing, i love it so much a cute jealousy plot??? amazing can I req another gekko fic with a gn or male reader where there's some jealousy and physical touch involved? ty if you take the request! <3

“A little bit in love, a little bit dumb”

[Gekko/M!Reader] 

Words: 7K

Tags: Fluff, slight jealousy, medical terms, gay crisis, Gekko being a simp for male reader, NSFW (+18)

[I kind of went wild with this request I'm so sorry and I hope is to your liking ;_;]

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In the middle of training, you fail to notice Sage at the panel of control, regarding your fight from afar in silence. 

She watches you swing from every corner, wasting many bullets and missing targets that were easily killable. The strain in your muscles, the tight expression tugging at the corner of your mouth, the wavering of your wrists when recoiling from firing; whatever training you were going under, it was hurting you in ways it would leave irreparable damage. 

Warnings were made when you began with this masochist training, hours and hours put into polishing your aim and battle sense to its sharpness. And despite the multiple times Sage has called you out, you never yielded.

This is partly her fault, should she have seen the pain you were going through, actions would have been taken in advance instead of melee warnings. It is part of her duty to survey and keep in check every agent's health: mentally and physically. Foremore, mental stability is a priority to her after the many battles that have taken place; if she herself was in dire need of therapy and often tries meditation as a way to control her emotions, she doesn’t want to think how the others were fairing. 

Perhaps a conversation might take place after you’re done, with the hopes you will hear her out. Watching you fight, she wonders how you’re dealing with the pain, and if there is any sort of backlash.

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You were having the time of your life! Although having a guardian instead of a vandal was rough, too used to the sound and precision the other gun gave you, it didn’t lessen the excitement coursing through you when you got a kill, despite missing multiple targets. 

Sometimes missions could go wrong, and funds wouldn't be enough to cover for a pricey gun to carry and fight with; to master others weapons is what could determine a win or lose in the battlefield, and you don’t want to take any chances.

The recoil from the guardian was stronger than the vandal, not as close to the operator though, but somehow, your shoulders were having a hard time adjusting to this new hold, almost to the point the pain could be unbearable. 

At last, the remaining bot drops broken, having head-shot it from a distance. Breathing out, and proud of the number you’ve got, you turn around to exit the range, not giving much thought about your score and brushing off strands of hair that stuck to your sweaty forehead.

You cannot wait to brag about this to Jett, giddy at the idea of impressing her and, maybe, annoying her with how far you’ve gone with the guardian. She’s always teasing and picking on you whenever your shots fail with weapons as simple as a ghost; it is not your fault she’s gotten the training way before your arrival at the protocol.

“Your frustrated expression is really cute.” Gekko commented once, a bright smile adorning his face. “It's a shame Jett has to annoy the shit out of you to witness it.”

Blushing furiously, you shake your head in hopes to clear it from the recent memory, ignoring the fuzziness and jumble of emotions it causes to your heart. Now is not the time to be swooning over a boy—whose chances of liking you are none to zero—your priority being to get better and, maybe, deal with this shitty feeling hovering over your heart.

For god's sake you sound like a high schooler.

When the doors open, you are soon to forget your mushy thoughts, facing Sage with her arms crossed and a frown visible between her brows. It feels like you’ve been caught red handed doing something you didn’t know about.

“Uh, something wrong?” you ask, biting your lip in anxiouness.

“Quite.” She replies, cocking her head to the side. “Do me a favor and raise your arms.”

Blinking, you follow her instructions, rolling your shoulders until your bone cracks. What follows is immediate pain, having to bite your tongue to not whine from the shuddering in your muscles. Gasping, you lower them, panic and confusion swimming in your eyes. 

“E-Er, I'm good, as you can see.” you lie. Sage narrows her eyes. “It hurts a little, but is okay.”

The healer calls your name softly, exasperated, but keeping in the stern expression, “We’ve talked about this before. You can’t keep going like this without supervision.”

Wincing, you avoid her stare. Deciding to keep silent is the best course of action instead of talking back, since she’s right. Guilt gnaws your insides for overseeing her suggestions and demands on taking better care of yourself.

“Please, follow me.”

Leaving the guardian at the range’s weapon storage, you turn to the door with Sage leading the way. The silence enveloping you both was heavy, but neither of you dared to say a thing to break from it; you were embarrassed, and she was too submerged in her thoughts. 

At the back of your mind, you find the situation odd. It feels embarrassing to feel like you were getting scolded for doing your job, sort of, and the least you want is someone witnessing the scene without context and assuming the worst. 

Turning a corner, you bump into Gekko and Neon, the boy stopping dead on his tracks to not run over you nor Sage and extending his arm so Neon won't cause a domino effect. You blink at them, heart flipping inside your ribcage when Gekko directs a smile towards you. 

“Yo’, what’s up?” huffing a breath of laughter, he greets. Neon waves her hand excitedly, a grin tugging her mouth.

Sage doesn't stop for a second, walking past them with an apologetic smile, “We're in a little hurry, if you will excuse us.”

“Ah, sorry Sage!” His hazel eyes travel to yours, squinting in the corners when he grins widely, “Will I see you later?”

Nodding your head, you try to tone down the excitement in your voice, “Yeah! Yes, sure, um, let me know when you’re free.”

Winking, Gekko grabs Neon by the wrist and tugs her down the hallway. She exclaims something along the lines of being electrocuted if he keeps his touch longer than necessary and the other manages to laugh brightly, dismissing her warnings. 

Something about that scene tugs strings in your heart, numbness overwriting the giddiness. Your hands twitch on your sides and your lips tighten on a straight line, confusion beginning to engulf your insides.

When Sage notices you weren't following, she stands still for a while, wondering about the hold up when something more important was on the line. Her sight sets on the pair running down the hallway, just where you’re still looking at, and she can’t help but smile slightly at the silliness of the situation.

Ah, a boy in love, she thinks, to be young again.

“You alright?” Sage lays a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your thoughts. “Shall we go?

You nod absently, sighing deeply. Sage leads you away to the medical parlor. 

Your mind is soon occupied with the many tests the healer runs on you. Some more embarrassing than others, but necessary for her to reach a certain conclusion about whatever was happening in your body. The memory of Gekko is forgotten pretty soon with the stern glare she throws your way when you try to escape throughout the process.

“Keep still or else.” 

She doesn’t need to finish her threat for you to obey.

And with reason, when the report of your exams reaches Sage’s hand, you are sure whatever was inside the folder was not good. Going over the results, her eyes roam the papers at a fast pace, nervousness seeping from your pores at the mere prospect something was wrong with you.

“You are in the fine line between having rhabdomyolysis and being fine.” she determines, closing the folder. “And this is because of the hard-working training you have gone under by yourself.”

“Oh,” Touching your arm with care, you lock your eyes with her. “What even is randolosis?”

“Rhabdomyolysis,” she corrects, “to summarize, your muscles are deteriorating and dying without the proper rest in between harsh activities. There are toxic components the fibers of the dead muscles produce, and is life-threatening if it were to enter your circulation system, leading to possible kidney damage.”

The news shouldn’t have shocked you as it did, shuddering at the thought you were so close to something that could endanger your life. 

“Is…easy to solve, right? Can you fix this?”

“Not as you might think, it is treatable because we've found it on time. But you have to promise me multiple things before we begin, or else you’ll be sitting out from future missions and scouting teams. Am I understood?”

The urge to refute is strong, but remembering you were at fault, you decide to accept whatever her conditions were.

“Firstly, I’ll assign you to physical therapy to deal with the damaged muscles, alright? Breach will help you out with that.” When you don't react in a negative way, she continues, “Secondly, I’ll ask you to please accept one of the seniors as your coach for your next sessions on the range and forward.”

“But-!”

“No, not hearing it.” She cuts in, “Either you choose your own coach or I’ll assign one to you, understood?”

You nod. 

“Thirly, and most importantly, I’ll ask Omen to be in charge of you for mental therapy. He will help you try ways to reduce stress and hopefully, manage your emotions in a healthy way instead of tearing yourself into pieces at the range.”

Oh, you think, Omen? 

Out of all the people she could think of, Omen was the most prepared for this sort of thing? You won’t go against her way of thinking, but the choice makes you doubt whether you will get along with the wraith to spend more than an hour together in a room. 

Is not that you don't get along with him, rather you haven't spent enough time with him outside missions to know what he's really like.

“At last,” motioning you to sit on the bed, she fixes your short hair until you’re no longer a mess in her eyes, “If you feel any sort of way towards another agent, please remember to keep it a secret, since is not allowed these kind of…fraternization.”

You sputtered, flustered by the implication of her words. 

“Is not my place to say this, but you are quite obvious with your infatuation.”

“Sage, I- no, please, don’t misunderstand things.” Trying to explain yourself is such a nuisance to your own ears, embarrassed to the core at being found out. “I don’t like Gekko like that, he’s just, he’s just a good friend!”

“I never said anything about Gekko.”

Oh.

“Please don’t tell him.” You beg, panic rising inside your chest, “Don’t tell anyone about it. I don’t want the other agents to know I-, that I-”

Sighing, she turns around to grab her device, “It is not my business, you should not worry about that.” Sage glances at you briefly, watching your expression turn sour and sensing you crumbling in her office bed over a simple crush.

But, in honesty, it goes way deeper than that. 

Coming from a society where loving people of the same sex is frowned upon, openly admitting to liking someone who is a boy drives you into anxiety that is not easy to control. Having to sit in silence for the many years upcoming and hiding who you really were from everyone’s eyes has been hard; but that doesn’t deterrer you nor stop you to accept whatever fate had ready for you. 

The story changes when you’re exposed unwillingly. Completely out of your control, you don’t know how to handle someone else knowing about this delicate topic. 

“Why do you seem in so much distress?” She asks, approaching you with carefulness in her actions.  

Biting your lip, you shake your head. Both your hands are tight in fists, controlling your breathing with heavy intakes of air to keep yourself calm and collected. There is a slight moment of consideration of telling Sage about your worries, thinking that she might understand your situation; but the fear is bigger, clouding your senses. 

Sage calls your name softly, worry overtaken her features. “Hey, breathe with me, inhale, and exhale.”

She holds your hands through the whole ordeal, waiting for you to calm down and come back to your senses. It takes a long while for you to register that she's still there with you, holding your hand and rubbing your back in soothing motions. 

There is a moment of rushing panic when someone knocks the door; eyes raising to see Omen hover over the threshold. Caught off guard, the wraith apologizes and goes back into the hallway while closing the door, giving you both time to compose yourselves. 

“Are you alright?” Sage nudges your elbow softly, trying to get your attention. 

Not trusting your own voice to come as steady as you want it, you nod, squeezing her hand holding you still. Sage brushes your short hair in soothing motions, giving you time and silence until you're better.

Once your heart stops beating furiously and evens to a normal rhythm, you nod, letting her know all is okay now and can get a hold of yourself. 

“So…therapy?” you ask timidly. Sage sighs tiredly, a smile tugging at her lips for the change in conversation.

“Quite.” she replies, asking Omen to come inside the medical room. “Your mind needs to find a healthy way to let loose the straining and manage your emotions.”

Drained to the core, you ask, “Are you calling me emotional constipated now?”

“Yes.”

You wince at her boldness, but it is a fair assumption, “A little rude, but okay.”

“Omen will help you channel your energy into something less violent and helpful for your mind. While you go at it, I'll be requesting an IV for your treatment later today,” Making her way to your files, she revises them in silence, leaving you and Omen standing there awkwardly. 

A few seconds pass by until the healer notices both were still there.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Sage frowns, shooing you both, “Go off, both know what to do. I’ll get back to you later when I’m finished with my tasks.” 

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The way to the common sharing space in the protocol is quiet. The wraith has said nothing the entire way but to follow him to a more secluded area for privacy.

Despite the room being open and for everyone, most don't spend the time lounging here, but rather take their time to do something more productive instead of lacking off.

“So, Omen,” you begin, breaking the ice. The other acknowledges you with a soft hum, “what is it you're gonna teach me to…uh, canalize emotions?”

“I will help you with focus,” he replies. Mouthing an ok, you follow him to the couch. 

Taking a seat, you watch him go around the room gathering a basket and yarn from a box in the corner. He fixes some long needles in his hands before approaching and handing them to you.

“What-”

“We're gonna knit.”

What the fuck.

He goes over a few of the yarn he's brought, choosing one with a soft gray color and knots them into his own needles. You follow his movements with a closer look, trying to memorize the patterns but futile with how fast he goes over his first row.

“Um, Omen?” you ask, “I didn't quite get what you did, do you mind doing it slower?”

“Of course.”

He detangles what's done, and this time, he goes over the motions at a slower rate to which you are thankful. The knots being made are repetitive and easier to follow, concentrating on every little detail before trying to mimic it.

Omen kneels in front of you when you settle with the tools, watching in silence how you knot the yarn to start making your first row. He leaves his needles on the side to focus entirely on helping you out.

“I’ve never thought knitting would help you relax.” you mutter. Omen grunts softly, fixing your hands position with a nudge of his knuckles. “Is harder than I thought, though.”

“It takes patience.” Taking the gray yarn, he detangles a few strands to help you ease the thread. “You get used to it, it becomes mechanical with time.”

You keep on pushing the tip of the needle until it takes part of the yarn, the first stitch, and repeat the motion with the next loose loops, finishing your first row of the knitted yarn within a couple of minutes. 

Omen nods approvingly, “Good. Keep a strong grip on the needles. Here.”

His hands are cold to the touch when he covers yours to fix the positioning and grip. He guides you in slow motion the next step, to transfer the first row to another needle, a thicker one, for easier access. He’s speaking in a low voice, reverberating your insides pleasingly with how smooth it sounds.

The closeness of Omen feels strange in some ways. 

Since his body is not entirely corporeal, you can feel the vibrations and smoke that tries to escape from the wrapped bandages around his body. When Omen speaks, there is an after sound that seems like he is purring when concentrated; is low, but easily detectable. Was it on purpose? Unconscious? 

You want to tell him it sounds cute, but not knowing if it would cross any boundaries, you refrain from making the comments.

It is tempting, though.

“There, now you’ve got it.” 

It takes you a while to know what he’s talking about, watching between the needles at hand to him in front of you. Omen doesn’t have facial expressions, so it is hard to guess what kind of thoughts are running through his mind right now.

But when he laughs softly, a blush spreads to your cheekbones to the point you want to hide your face underground. The lines of light on his face vibrate with every chuckle coming from him. 

You shouldn’t be finding that attractive just now.

“Did you hear anything I said just now?”

“Yeah! Yes! Of course, I-!” leaning on the backseat, you cough embarrassed. “Um, I did not.”

Omen nods in understanding, but you doubt he actually knows the whys of the distraction. Does he even know how distractible he is? 

“Let's go over it again, shall we?” when you nod, he hovers his hands on top of yours again, hesitating whether to touch again or leave it be.

When you smile, it gives him the green light to proceed with his explanation and this time, you hear the instructions and try to concentrate on his words instead of the pleasing touch of his hands. 

Once the second row is finished, you think you get the hang on it.

“I think I got it!” You say. Omen nods approvingly. “Will you keep helping me if I get stuck?” 

“Of course,” resting his hands on your lap, he continues, “is not always that I have a companion for when I knit. Would love to have you around for longer.”

Touched by his words, you swear to keep him company for as long as he wants you to be here. 

“Maybe when I get better at this, we can do something together!”

Omen laughs softly, “It would be lovely.”

“Sorry,” a voice cuts in, making you gasp in surprise, “am I interrupting?”

In the middle of the room, Gekko stands there awkwardly, a deep frown apparent on his face, looking from the joined hands to the position he's found you both in. 

You blink, surprised to see him there. Usually at this hour, Gekko spends his time at the range with Harbor to train his abilities, not lounging around the base aimlessly and lost like he does now.

Omen is the first to react, squeezing your hands before standing up. “You are not interrupting. Do you need something?”

Shifting his weight, Gekko glances at Omen and back to you, coughing slightly and mouth tight on a line.

“I thought you were going to be alone,” he says, muttering your name. “Are you going to take long?”

Looking between the needles at hand and Omen still standing in front of you, you nod, quietly apologizing for the inconvenience to both of them, “Sage has recommended me for some therapy, it hasn’t been ten minutes since we’ve begun so I’ll stick here for a little more.”

“Kay’, cool.” Gekko walks to where you’re seated, plopping on the couch and crossing his arms. “You don’t mind me waiting here, right?”

The wraith shakes his head, “On the contrary, feel free to do what you must.”

Next couple of minutes ends up with Gekko keeping silent while he watches you interact with the other, eyes narrowing whenever his hands guide yours in a complicated thread you get lost in. 

Omen’s voice is soothing enough it makes you forget your nervousness of having your crush right there, concentrating fully on what you’re making. Despite your initial thoughts, the mental therapy could end up being something you could do in your free time. Because just like Sage suggested, your focus is solely on the object at hand instead of the events happening around you.

To canalize and handle your emotions better, will it really go to that length where you’ll be able to not melt under Gekko’s stare whenever his attention is on you? You know she didn’t mean your romantic emotion towards the other specifically, but rather how to deal with the whole package in stressful situations.

Looking from the corner of your eyes, you stifle in embarrassment when you cross his eyes. Gekko’s expression, sour and obviously upset, warps into a more open and happy one. Feeling cheeky, Gekko winks at you, making you falter in your action and warmness fills your face at being caught.

“Enjoying the view, pretty boy?” he teases, a grin tugs at his lips.

“Shut the fuck up.”

Gekko laughs brightly at that, leaning in to get a better look at what you’re doing. Your fingers work quicker now, pressure building the longer he stares without saying anything. And you don’t know what’s worse, having him right there sitting in silence, or rather wanting him to talk non-stop with his bad flirting and comments to make you flustered.

“How’s it coming?” Omen asks from another couch, his own work laying on his lap. Raising the little rows you’ve made so far for him to review, he grunts in approval, leaving his yarn on the side.

He kneels in front of you, inspecting the loops with carefulness. Once again, he guides your hands to the next steps, widening the size of what you’re doing. His hands feel warmer this time, softer, and you chase after the feeling when he tries to back away by taking it between your hands.

“Is something wrong?” he asks, voice uncertain. You shake your head, sending him a soft smile.

“You’re warm.” your thumbs run over his palm, fascinated with the waves of smoke coming from the bandages, “Is…really warm now, compare from before, how?” 

Turning his hand around, he inspects it quietly, “Not certain.The composition of my own body is unknown, and so are the changes it goes through most of the time.”

Nodding, you let go of him, a little nervous for may have crossed a boundary right here. But Omen doesn’t say anything for a long time, his hands lay on your lap, unmoving, considering your words about whether his warmth had something to do with you or just the occasion of sharing one of his hobbies with someone else.

“So I was interrupting something.” 

Gekko huffs, annoyance clear on his expression, leaving with angry stomps echoing the room, creating a bad atmosphere for both of you. 

Neither you nor Omen know what set him off to be this upset, glancing between the place Gekko’s just left to each other, confusion palpable in the air. 

“I’ll go get him, make sure he is okay.” 

“Sure.” Stepping to the side, Omen lets you gather your things inside the basket he’s brought from the beginning, fixing your needles with care onto the side and handing it back to him.

“Is it okay if we continue this tomorrow?”

“Of course,” patting your back, he lets you go after the other agent. 

Is not until you are out of sight does he sigh tiredly, starting to organize the baskets and yarns laying around. 

Sage was right, your mental health was the least of your problems if you have someone as jealous as Gekko going after you. The poor thing didn’t understand Omen was able to perceive others emotions through their wavelengths and heartbeats, similar as to what Reyna does to intimidate her enemies. 

Gekko’s love, or strong feelings towards you, was enough to overwhelm him. It got harder to deal with when he spotted you both knitting together, innocent as it might look, the other felt threatened by the sight of his loved one in hands with another who wasn’t him. 

The animosity is something he doesn't like to perceive, he hopes whatever you do might calm him down next time for your session.

Anyway, at the end of the day, it was up to you two to figure out whatever was going on there.

He has enough with his own love life to deal with another’s.

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Finding Gekko is not that hard if you know enough about his habits, spotting him at the range with an operator and shooting bots after bots with a ferocity that makes you tremble.

An odd sight, in truth, and it could only mean one thing.

He is pissed as fuck.

Have not been spotted yet, you walk right outside the windows while admiring his figure from a distance. He is not sporting his usual green vest, only a simple black t-shirt hugging his torso in the nicest way possible. The straining in his arms is noticeable, even from where you’re standing now, his muscles are big and to die for. 

Gekko's always been easy on the eye, eye-candy, as some would say. Attractive, handsome, with a pretty face and a body that makes you stare for hours and hours to not end. You hate it makes you feel nervous whenever he is in the vicinity, by just a simple glance, he has you wrapped around his finger and you bet everything he has no idea about that fact.

Killing his fifth bot in a row, an ace, you decide to enter the range, ready to face him and start questioning his behavior with Omen back then. 

The opening door echoes within the place, enough of a big call for Gekko to know someone else was with him. But before you could say anything, he beats you to it, not even turning around to acknowledge whoever was behind him.

“I don’t want to talk.” He shoots one bot down. “I’m not in the mood to entertain you in conversation, Neon.”

Neon? 

“Estúpido Omen,” another bot down. “I thought I was being obvious enough, but he didn't get the hint and now he's all cuddly wobbly with Omen.”

Confusion and embarrassment is written clear on your face at the confession; mostly confusion because what the fuck does cuddly wobbly even means?

He misses one shot, “Fuck! I can't even think straight now!”

Sighing in irritation, he leaves the operator to the side and sits on the floor, whining in annoyance and covering his face with his hands.

“Am I the stupid one for reading the cues wrong?” Gekko laments. “What am I supposed to do now?”

Anxiousness is the first reaction your body seems to process, making you unable to mutter a word because of the implications of what Gekko just said. There is silence hanging in the air where all you can hear is your own heartbeat and heavy breathing, grounding yourself with your fidgeting hands.

Is it weird? You think is weird, the whole situation is weird and odd and ridiculous and, your brain is going into overdrive and making you all jittery and panic and an overwhelming urge to scream gets stuck in your throat.

“I love him.” Groaning, he turns around this time, “I really love h-”

Oh boy.

His expression is priceless and quite funny; eyes wide open in surprise and mouth hanging open mid sentence. But you are unable to comment on it, panic seizing you, and mimicking his face from the sheer surprise. 

Gekko has just confessed his love for you, openly and honestly.

You should feel happy about it, right? Jumping around in excitement and holding his hand while you confess your own feelings to him and then you can have your own happy ending like you’ve always wanted-

Next you know, you’re running away from the range. 

It becomes something out of a romcom, where one lead follows the other while they run away. The first thing that comes to mind is Pride and Prejudice, the scene where Jane runs from the church and Darcy follows after her to profess his love and how madly in love he was with her. 

The rapid footsteps behind you proves to you this is not any kind of romantic movie, but out of a horror one with how close Gekko is approaching. When you dare to take a peak you cannot help the screech of fright at seeing him just a couple of steps behind. 

“Why are you following me you sicko?!” 

“Because I need to explain myself!” he replies, trying to catch the back of your shirt. “Stop running, please! I’m already so tired!”

Turning around a corner you open the first door you see, cursing loudly when it happens to be a simple bathroom instead of another passage like you wanted it to be. But by the time you back away, Gekko is closing the door behind him, blocking the exit while he tries to catch his breath.

“Dios! You run so fucking fast, what the hell.” Leaving the lock on, he then begins to approach you, taking heavy intakes of air.

Cornered, you try to make distance in the tiny space, nervousness crawling on your insides with how heavily he’s looking at you. You feel your cheeks warm at the sight of his own flushed face and shirt sticking to his chest, gulping nervously when Gekko smirks.

“Eyes are up here, sweetling.”

Shut the fuck up, you want to say, but bite your tongue to not fall under his teasing.

“I won't go around the bush, since I've opened my heart to you already; although mistakenly because I thought I was talking to Neon.” Taking your hand slowly, as if testing the waters to not scare you, he leans on and lets you touch his chest, right above his heart. “Can you feel it? It's beating for you right now.”

Trembling, you clutch at his shirt, lips tightening and heart screaming with euphoria and love from his open admission. 

“Gekko,” gulping down, you dare to look him in the eye, “don't, I'm—”

“You don't love me?” he asks, a devastated expression paints his face.

“No, no! I'm just— confused, I guess…” when he doesn't say anything, you decide to keep going, “I thought you…you weren't like me. I thought you liked women just like everyone else.”

Gekko blinks at your statement. 

“You know what I mean, right?” he clearly doesn't. “Neon was the possible candidate to date you, and it seemed you were really close…”

Bursting out laughing, Gekko backs away, trying to calm down with the sudden fit by covering his mouth. The ridiculousness of your situation is hilarious, because how? How is it possible you were blinder than him in all aspects in the matters of love? 

And to expect him, out of all the people, to like Neon? His bestie?

“Boy, Neon is not into me, as you might think.” He giggles, “I bet you didn't even know she was with someone else already?”

“...no.”

“Figures.” With the remainder of his laughter, he approaches again, this time with a more confident stance. “If that was your concern, you are safe to assume we are nothing more than friends.”

A serious stare and an open hand, he goes on, “I want to question you now, if I may, is there something going on between you and Omen?” 

“Huh?” frowning, you shake your head. “Today you've witnessed my first interaction with him.”

Huffing, he rolls his eyes, “Suuuuuurely. He seems to get acquainted real quick.” 

“He was just helping me knit?”

“As if!” he exclaims, “Omen was flirting with you, and you didn't even notice!”

“I don’t understand where Omen falls into this conversation. This is the first time I had an interaction with him.”

“Yeah? Doesn’t seem like it, he got real handsy with you huh.” 

“What even? And why does that concern you?”

“Are you for real now?” He takes your face between his hands, noses touching and lips inches apart. Your heart jumps inside your ribcage at the closeness,and any impulse of flight evaporates with a single touch, “I’ve told you I love you, that I don’t want anything with anybody, and you ask me why does this concern me?” 

“Uh, yeah?”

“Are you this dumb?” 

“What the fuck, you’re so rude! Let me go!” You try to push him away, but he doesn’t move nor let you go. “Gekko, really, let me go now, I need to meet with Sage before she gets upset at me.”

“I don’t understand.” he mutters, his thumb strokes your lower lip, stopping your fight, “You’ve yet to reject me if you don’t feel the same, but all you’re doing is changing subjects or trying to get away from me.”

“I’m not.”

“Then why?” His breath mingles with yours, his hazel eyes don't leave yours at any moment, “Why won't you say either answers? I love you.”

At the touch of his lips, a whole shiver runs down your spine, seizing you to close your eyes and follow his lead. Your arms go by slowly, engulfing his neck with a tight hold to keep him in place while he moves his lips softly against yours.

It’s heavenly. Gekko tastes heavenly, with his soft lips and tongue intertwining with yours, you kiss him like you’ve never kissed anyone in your life; swallowing every noise and grunt coming from him, passion and love pouring with every move. 

He breaks from the kiss, breathing heavily and cheeks shaded in a darker color; the silly smile on his face is a wonderful sight.

“I love you, tonto.” he whispers, stealing another kiss. You gasp into his lips when his hands find purchase on your thighs, roaming your sides with want until he grabs a handful of your ass shamelessly. “Why can't you understand that?”

Because up until today, it never crossed your mind Gekko would be just like you. A little bit dumb and head over heels for another man. And this time, the boy you are so in love with is accepting everything you are and more despite not giving him a straight answer.

Gekko cages you against the wall, bodies flushed together and hips slotting against yours; his hands are touching, pinching and smacking with greed every inch of your body and you don't know how to deal with the overwhelming urge to keep begging for more when his hands try to go under your shirt, feeling you up without shame. His mouth travels from your lips to your neck, sucking at one particular spot in your collarbone that has you weak in your knees, breath hitching in surprise and hands clinging onto his broad back. 

Finding that leaving hickeys in plain sight of your body has him reeling in desire, Gekko dives in to keep biting and sucking on the tender skin until it changes to a darker color.

No matter your protests from taking this somewhere else, embarrassed someone might walk in, he keeps going, licking a strip from your neck to your earlobe and kissing your cheek with tenderness when you rut your hips unconsciously. His hand travels to your ass again, squeezing it with greed, and helping you guide your movements with more precision against his own hard-on.

“I've been in love with you for so long.” he confesses, whispering your name with sweetness. “I am in love with you.”

“Gekko…”

He doesn't let you finish, claiming your mouth once again, kissing you with fervor and passion that ignites something else in the pit of your stomach and awakens your own sex; Gekko decides he's going to claim you in whichever form he can right now. He can't let this opportunity slip from his fingers, not when he's waited for so long and now he's burning with an unrestrained passion.

He doesn't know where this sudden spike in confidence comes from; whether from your flustered face, whining his name in a tone that has him tight in his pants and fueling his ego or how desperately you were getting off to his touch and kisses, making him feel in power and control of your pleasure.

You hang onto his back as a life line when he begins pushing his thigh against your cock, gasping into his mouth and groaning in tandem with desire pouring through your every whimper. Gekko chases your lips, tongue making its way into your mouth and fighting for dominance until you give in, reeling in the euphoria from feeling your body and having you crumble under his loving ministrations.

The flush in your face, the soft moans in between sloppy kisses, your hands trying to find purchase behind his head; gods, what did he do to receive such a treat?

“I can feel you getting hard, love.” he whispers, he raises his legs again and applies pressure just right where you want it, moaning his name. “Just how long will you make me beg until you profess your love to me.”

Oh god, this man is going to kill you.

You grab the back of his head to help you guide his lips to yours once again to shut him up. The taste is addictive, way too good to have it once, and tongues toying with each other sends your head into overdrive.

Biting his lip, you moan his name once again, hips rolling against his leg until you both are frotting against each other in desperation for release. Gekko whispers your name lovingly, to which you swallow with greed for more.

“God, Mateo—” 

You want this man to ravage you and make you sweat with lust, you want him to fuck you stupid with his cock until you can't think of nothing but him and being filled to the brim. To be folded against the mattress, to have him behind you, bending you over and thrusting without respite, any way he wants it, you need him desperately.

Feeling his hardened dick, even through the clothes, is making you delirious in ways you never thought was possible. Your own swollen member wants to be touched by his hand alone, to help you reach your climax while you chant his name in groans and moans, releasing your cum between your bodies while he fills your insides with his own seed.

“Please, Mateo, fuck me—” the boy grunts your name, lost in the feeling of your rolling hips. “I'm so close, fuck, fuck!”

“Wouldn't you like that, amor?” he teases, his hands tightens his grip on your ass, and moves you with harshness. “

At one last slide, the coil tightening in your belly snaps, the orgasm hitting you with shockwaves of pleasure that Gekko helps you ride out, keeping on rubbing against him until he reaches his own end as well. 

The tingling in your body doesn't disappear immediately, your mind still clouded with the post-orgasmic experience and cock twitching with the last remaining of your cum. Your hands reach for his face, caressing his cheek with tenderness; he’s breathing heavily, eyelids low and a look that has you melting on the inside. 

Emotions swelling inside your chest, you finally give in, “Oh my god, I love you.”

Full of love, full of satisfaction, you lean in to close the gap for a kiss, slower this time, tasting him to the fullest and deepening it. The sensual action of having his mouth melting with yours is a dream; sighing happily when he makes some distance and dives back in.

Gekko laughs in between the kisses, smooching your face with tiny pecks until you’re fully giddy with his affection. 

“Who would've thought, huh?” he mutters, hiding his face in your collarbone. He keeps on mouthing softly your skin, leaving love bites after love bites until you sigh loudly when he sucks a hickey.

“About what?”

“That for you to tell me you love me, I had to make you cum.”

Mood shattered, you groan in annoyance, pushing him away, and pouting when he begins laughing in earnest. 

“You fucking horndog, is your fault it led to this,” moving around feels uncomfortable, the stickiness of your cum drying inside your trousers was hard to ignore now. “I need to shower, I can’t go back to Sage like this.”

Gekko hums, caging you against the wall once again, “Yeah? How about you and I take one together?”

“Ha! You wish.” Trying to avoid his lips, you duck and try to crawl towards the door to escape. “Now I know I won’t be able to deny you anything if you get me in the mood.”

Bold as ever, Gekko jumps on you from behind, both tumbling down on the floor from his weight and trapping you between his arms and legs.

“You won’t escape then!” he exclaims, burying his face at the back of your neck.

“Mateo, this is disgusting! Let me go, I wanna shower!”

“Nah, boy, you stuck here with me until you tell me you love me again!”

Whining, you keep struggling against his hold but to fail horribly; but in honesty, seeing the muscles in his arm flex and tighten when trying to apply pressure was way too hot to keep missing out. 

Huffing, you yield, “I love you…”

“Not good enough, try again.”

“You fucking-!”

Sage will have to wait for a little bit longer.

#*jazz hands* #gekko x reader #gekko x male!reader #valorant fanfiction #seneitut writes #gekko smut

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My interpretation of Murder Drones episode 7(a lot about N and Uzi) EPISODE 7 SPOILERS‼️‼️

N is the most caring drone ever, he cares so much about V (friendship) that first thing he can think about is trying to move the rocks to get back to her. After all the shit she put him through, he still thinks of her as one of his closest friends besides his old crush on her. HES JUST SUCH AN ANGEL OMG.

N’s direct-ness towards Tessa is very interesting, because you can see his character wants to really help “Tessa” (who we now know was never actually Tessa), but obviously cares and loves Uzi a lot whether that be platonic or romantic. He clearly emphasises his point by putting a full stop at the end, making it clear to Tessa that he doesn’t want anything bad to happen to Uzi. Taking it back to my point about N having to choose between Tessa and his family from back in Manor House, or Uzi this “little bot” that in my opinion he’s poured his heart out to (coming from a Nuzi shipper and no it’s not pro ship). Well we now know that after the whole absolute solver using Cyn as a host and Tessa as a skin suit that he is 100% on Uzi’s side.

YOU ARE TELLING ME THIS MAN DIDN’T KNOW IF HE WAS GONNA LIVE OR NOT AND THE FIRST PERSON HE CALLED OUT TO WAS UZI LIKE AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Anyway yea so uh, you can see here that N’s first thought and in past episodes too, his first thought is Uzi. Clearly showing he cares for her and loves her a lot. Usually you brain or in their case their programming should probably make you think about yourself but, he often thinks about Uzi first and then himself like N just confess istg.

I don’t really wanna go through it now maybe in another post but it has to be here so…

J oh deary me J. J is the kinda of character who clearly has always been jealous of N, and how fond Tessa was of him compared to her. Obviously, because you can clearly even as the audience see that Tessa doesn’t really care too much about J, she clearly has to receive the approval from someone else. And that’s where the company comes in, in my opinion I think the company is just feeding her ego so she begins to do more for them. The company had control over V and N previously but because of their exploration and independence they now know the truth but, because of J’s hunger for approval she is turning a blind eye towards her curiosity.

The idea that this isn’t even “The real Tessa” is wild to me, you’re telling me the solver literally an eldritch entity can adapt to humane environments, features, and characteristics that easily. If I were Uzi I’d be wetting myself right now. For me what I would really like to see is the solver disinfecting everyone(or like collecting itself) and somehow disconnecting itself from Cyn and Tessa cus I don’t think it will be able to operate without a host and skinsuit.

DOLL A LITRAL ICON AND GIRLBOSS. Her ideas of the absolute solver while also trying to use it to her advantage is really interesting, it’s crazy that she knew everything but didn’t tell Uzi. Some may argue with me and say ‘oh but doll did it to avoid Uzi ratting her out’ which is correct but, do you think it would alter the storyline if she did? I think it would. Some more question I would’ve asked doll are things like

Do you expect to defeat the solver alone? After defeating the solver what are your theories for a cure? And why do you look good doing everything?(shes so cool)

I am not really talking heavily about Nori right now cuz she deserves her own post but, the notes behind her are really cool to me. Like did she know about the absolute solver and the involvement with the disassembly drones and JcJ? But that’s kinda it

AGAIN N THINKING ABOUT UZI BEFORE HIMSELF AND OTHERS AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Apparently can only add ten images so I’ll do a part 2

Reblogs>>>>likes

#stvrpost #murder drones nuzi #tessa james elliot #j murder drones #murder drones theory #n murder drones #murder drones uzi #murderdrones #murder drones v #disassembly drone #worker drone #lizzy murder drones #doll murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones j #murder drones

[another-lost-mc]

Also that image of Karusu is so 😍😋

OMG I just thought that since he's a demon how did he get controll of the phones, if he works with he company, if he was manifested, the company made him, or if Diavolo sent orders to make him keep an eye on us 👀

AHHHHH YOUR IDEAS IS SO INTERESTING

omg I'm dying over here. The Karasu Fan Club is in my ask box and I am here for it. 🖤

Here's some random info about Karasu and his background (the OG game/timeline version):

He's a crow demon that works for the Three Legged Crow Conglomerate.

He designed and maintains the KARASU AI bot program. When he found out the higher-ups wanted to name it after him, he thought it was a joke at first.

He's a bit of a workaholic and an introvert. He doesn't have many friends and he doesn't have much relationship experience. He's also demisexual.

He has a protective streak for those he does care about.

He can manipulate the shape/strength of his wing feathers to use them as weapons.

Nightbringer!Karasu has a similar backstory/personality, but his interactions with MC/the other characters are a bit different:

He doesn't trust Solomon, and he's worried about MC (who he believes is a demon) being forced to live with him in Cocytus Hall.

Karasu's technological skills and authority basically means he can interfere with their relationship as he sees fit, while he lies to himself that his interest is purely for MC's protection. 👀

#jes replies #my oc: karasu

[oscconfessions]

On a less controversial note..

THERE'S PEOPLE MISINTERPRETING OS CHARACTERS ON PURPOSE.

and I genuinely HATE IT!

Because I've seen, MANY TIMES, A LOT OF PEOPLE call bot a "PICK ME"

and it's not even only about them,

I'VE SEEN IT WITH PLENTY OTHER CHARACTERS TOO! Just that bot was always the most common one

The thing here is that it looks like you CAN'T have anymore people-related-trouble because then people call any character a "pick me". AMAZING.

LIKE, CHILL??

"Bot was made for an entirely different purpose and they question themselves what they actually REALLY want because they feel like a useless replacement for someone they don't and never knew, and they have support from their friends so they must be a pick me!!"

Or

"Balloon is a character that drowned in loneliness for years and years causing a significant impact on his social life that got him some sort of anxiety that he needed to overcome because he can't be always craving for that approval, so he must be a pick me!!" (I've actually seen people call balloon a pick me but what the actual heck.)

Not trying to be harmful but YES TRYING TO MAKE YOU REACT!! THAT'S NOT EVEN THE ONLY MISINTERPRETATIONS I SEE!

THERE'S ANOTHER ONE.

This time I'm gonna make you guess.

"OMG THIS CHARACTER IS TRYING TO MAKE YOU THINK THAT SHE'S NICE BUT NO, SHE'S CLEARLY A NARCISSISTIC MANIPULATOR BITCH AND YOU SHOULD GO HATE HER BECAUSE SHE ONLY USES HER FRIENDS!!"

*Insert THE character who clearly has some sort of anger issues and attachment issues that wants to be seen as nice because of her fear of being left out by her friends which THEY ACTUALLY CAUSED by abandoning her for years, and she has almost no understanding about the bad she's doing but does it for both anger and sadness, not even knowing how to fully control her emotions*

BRO.

Please.

STOP

MISINTERPRETING

CHARACTERS!!

(Side note: it's okay if you did not know, but there's people that look like they genuinely do it on purpose and it's really fucking annoying. I don't intend any harm, but to make these people react.)

*clears throat*

Thanks.

-🌗🌗

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#confession #/ii #/ii/balloon #/ii/bot

[nyukyusnz]

fortnite player!nct dream analysis <3

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mark lee

would honestly ... he wouldn't be good he would be alright at best and i can just hear his "oh dude he was so low though." "dude i swear i hit all my shots." "yo how did i miss that." like bby i love u but get off this game its not for you </3. laughs off every time he loses he gets carried SO hard but its okay he gets at least 1 kill every game [they're usually bots]. when it comes to building he just.... doesn't... says he doesn't need it cause hes fine without it but that's only cause he doesn't know how to.

huang renjun

wouldn't be bad,, but he wouldn't be the best either. like he's actually pretty good dont doubt his abilities. every time he loses he sits back and sighs in disappointment so he doesn't rage and break his controller/keyboard. his building skills are okay,, he genuinely just doesn't like to build so he doesn't most of the time but when he does he's not the worst ever. his aim is quite on point too.

lee jeno

would be actually kinda good surprise surprise omg. he would usually always carry in game and if it's solos he's always in the top 30s. actually so good at building i can see the vision do u see the vision ??? like 😧😧 its kinda scary. def has a sweat skin that he uses cause he won the most with it. every time he loses he sits there and laughs for like half a minute before loading into a new game because he doesn't wanna show his inner rage cause he lost to a 12 y.o.

lee haechan

he's okay. the only reason he would be good is to make the 8 year olds mad and he can actually be kinda good when he wants to but hes often just lazy w it like okay. his building is alright he doesn't care for it but like sometimes he puts in some effort yk??? like okay i see u n ur lil house. an add on to him making the 8 year olds rage when the 8 year olds make HIM rage he RAGES ... probably starts singing because he's that mad it's acc funny. high notes instead of screams. also his aim kinda... sucks most of the time but it's okay cause it's haechan.

na jaemin

plays for fun. when he loses he laughs it doesn't matter it's just a game 🤷🏽‍♀️ likes the skins a lot he changes like every game too and doesn't get how his members don't. likes to drag down his team in game and laugh when everyone loses cause of him cause it's just funny and why not. tries befriending enemies too,,, the moment he's shot at he's teabagging and emoting. genuinely doesn't really have a clue what he's doing but hey he's smiling. also can't built and just straight up admits that.

zhong chenle

is actually good like jeno ,, better actually. like ACTUALLY good . mans just a gamer like that 🙏🏽 best out of the dreamies i see that vision mhm mhm. his building is so good ???? his aim is so good ???? whys he so good his members are acc scared to 1v1 him they know they're done [jeno has some confidence and wins sometimes] dont test chenle. you will lose. man has every skin in the game ???? use ur money elsewhere PLEASE.

park jisung

would be kinda bad... sung i love u but stay on minecraft and roblox !! gets so embarrassed when he loses and laughs it off with a tint of pink splayed across his cheeks it's honestly adorable. his building isn't even that bad compared to him actually in game it doesn't make sense ??? how's ur building good and everything else isn't. its okay hes the baby so hes carried by like the whole team anyw🤞🏽.

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taglist: @isiah--v @m1ko-xu

kya: this is for funsies dont come at me if something off this is from what me and my brother talked about🤞🏽🙏🏽 we just found it funny tbh😭 . <;3 [idk if i really wanna call that a taglist but like we 🆙]

#!@ nct dream <3 . #!@ talk & talk <3 . #what do i even tag this with ... im not even trying to bring attention to it its for funsies uhm #nct dream imagines #nct dream #nct #nct headcanons #nct dream headcanons #mark lee #lee jeno #huang renjun #lee donghyuck #na jaemin #zhong chenle #park jisung #🙏🏽🙏🏽 idk what im doing man i did this for fun help me #nct 127 later <3 #!@ writing <3 .

[final-milf-ratchet]

Hello again

Yesss, Predaking *needs* a Queen, and Magnus is perfect - beautiful and strong..

The idea of Magnus actually being easy took me OUT but you know.. i actually love it. No one knows about it because they just.. never try. And Predaking is charming anyway, so Magnus is opening up pretty quickly..

omg Ratchet being so done with Optimus' pining that he wordlessly thanks Predaking for giving him something to goad Optimus with, relieved when the Prime stomps to the ship..

Even if they weren't already determined to end the War (something that will be much easier with Predaking as a secret agent on the Nemesis, my god imagine Prime and Predaking teaming up, holy shit) they would be determined anyway once Magnus tells them "nothing's going to happen until the war is over anyway". I can imagine them waiting for things to settle down and then pinning Magnus between their bigger frames, smugly pointing out that the War is over now..

They're very understanding though, despite their *need* to breed him - giving him more time, until one day he bashfully tells them that he thinks he's ready now.. He's an absolute wreck by the time the sun rises again, definitely not getting out of berth for the foreseeable future..

Also omg. Imagine Optimus and Predaking playing with Magnus' refineries. His wells. His tits. They're so big, and warm, and soft.. It's so easy to mark them up as well, pulling on the little nubs and biting them, pulling the sweetest noises out of Magnus.. And when they finally spark him up, and his tits start leaking whenever they're being too rough...

Hiiiiiiiii!!!!!!

People always assume Magnus will just coldly shoot them down, so they give up before they even try. 😔😔 Poor fools don't know how close they were to ultra magnussy 😔😔😔 tragic

I think ratchet's been putting up with optimus pinning for TOO LONG. The first time Optimus and Magnus meets Optimus walked away like 😳👉👈 and went to bother ratchet about it, then every time Magnus showed up after that ratchet had to deal with Optimus doing the same thing. They may be friends but ratchet is SICK OF IT. He's tried many solutions over the years to get Optimus to act on it (Optimus' last relationship was with Megatron, who was more upfront in their relationship and usually initiated stuff. Rip Megatron u were a good one b4 u started doing space crack)

As soon as Cybertron recovers enough to have bars, Ratchets going to buy Predaking a cyberbeer, he swears it.

I probably worded that wrong earlier lol, the autobots are def trying their best to end the war!!!! but having a secret dragon turncoat that's infiltrated the nemesis helps a LOT lmao. I am now imagining a comedy of errors where Predaking keeps trying to bite Megatron's head off on the nemesis and various factors (starscream, well placed door frame, too many witnesses, starscream again, dark energon, starscream a third time, etc) keep stopping it from happening. There's gotta be some dramatic reveal too, Predaking and Optimus teaming up to fight would be SO COOL.

Mayhaps after their team-up is the first time they share Ultra Magnus, after gaining a new appreciation for each other in battle ☺️ (and maybe they fuck in the aftermath too☺️☺️☺️)

Oooooohhhhhhhhgggggg them working together to tease and grope Ultra Magnus' Megamilkers 🤤🤤🤤 2 titties mean one person can put all their focus on one boob... It's a good thing cybertronians have chest plates and don't wear actual clothes because I'm sure Ultra Magnus would always be covered in hickies lol

And I mean, they've all talked about sparklings one day being a reality... Maybe once they get to a point post-war where bots are starting to have sparklings again, Ultra Magnus goes and gets his birth control removed and then surprises Predaking and Optimus later that night, when they're all in bed together (the biggest bed in the goddamn world look at the size of those three)... Like you said, Ultra Magnus isn't going ANYWHERE for the next few days, his hips need to recover and his partners are taking every chance they can to fill him up again ;)

#ultra magnus #tfp ultra magnus #optimus prime #tfp optimus #predaking #opmags #predamags #predaop #predamagop #? #new ot3 ship name 😇 #also laure im so sorry its taking me so long to respond to these 😔😔😔 #i will get through them soon i promise!!! #if... perhaps... you want faster responses... my messages r open 👉👈 dont feel presured tho #valveplug #mechpreg

[signanothername]

Fic List part 2:

The Mentor: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15243009/chapters/35354844#workskin

Blades worries about a failing test, Dani is there for moral support, and Rachet is being his lovable jerk self

Creases & Coffee: https://archiveofourown.org/works/15928487#main

Charlie and Chase have a nice moment 🥺

Chasing Plot Bunnies: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17719103

Chase struggles with writers block. Man, I love Chase.

Expression: https://archiveofourown.org/works/17358023#main

Kade takes care of the bots after the squilsh incident. Fluffy, but not as much as it would seem.

Nothing breaks like a spark: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27521791

Hurt/comfort, Charlie is a father to five kids plus four bots, Blades and Chase are Amica Endura, and the protectobots are mentioned.

Btw, This writer has a lot of other TRB stories

Fear Not the Storm That Roars Around You: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32289700#main

More Blades and Chase being Amica and just, my heart, it’s too full.

Double Villany: https://archiveofourown.org/works/32098291/chapters/79519660#workskin

Charlie’s perspective of the episode, and a good reminder that these lovable robots are 15-20 feet metal build aliens.

Anger: https://archiveofourown.org/works/35182702#main

A study on how the Bots deal with anger. Very accurate neurodivergent point of view which my ADHD brain really appreciates.

Heatwave's Human Sparkling: https://archiveofourown.org/works/16345991/chapters/38245040#workskin

Cody being Hearwave’s favorite for two chapters straight. Very fluffy <3.

Hot Brown Water in a Cylindrical Container: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38775837#main

Chase being too pure for this world.

No Impulse Control: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27523384#main

Blades and Dani being a chaotic duo

OverProtective: https://archiveofourown.org/works/3729625/chapters/8265070

The bots love their partners so much 😭

HELL YAAAA

Time to ramble again >:)

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-the mentor:

I LOVE THISSSSSS, it feels so in character and i love the unique concept, ngl tho what Ratchet did with making the dummy look like HW was horrifying in the best way possible, yet it’s so in character chchch

I adore this part

And I really love how the convo shifted to Bee’s voice box, the transtion was smooth

10/10 fic

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-creases & coffee:

OH MY GOD

This fic is the fluffiest hurt/comfort fic I’ve ever read, you have no idea how much i ADORE bittersweet stories and this one is so beautiful 😭❤️🌷✨

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-chasing plot bunnies:

I love this one! So nice to read and omg the writer’s block was described so well hcchchhc

I relate so bad

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-expression:

GODDAMN

This is the kinda story I need a part 2 for cause aaaaaaaaa

I love stories the explore characters beyond their main traits and get to the small things, especially for characters like Kade and HW who love to put on a front hahaha

Also damn Chase out getting HW, the “you do this to yourself” is such a punch to the gut yet the way he says it as a matter of fact chchhcch

Chase my beloved

I also love how Blades was super not happy with Heatwave’s field reaction chchhc

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-nothing breaks like a spark:

My heaarrrrtttttt!!! I love hurt/comfort stories and i adore that the concept of Blades being a gestalt with the protectobots from G1 is tied to the aligned continuity aaaa 😭❤️🌷✨

The fact Charlie is the one talking to blades and literally being a dad to him is everything to meeeeee vhvjjv

Also THE WRITER GETS ME WITH AMICA ENDURA BLADES AND CHASE AAAAA

Really adorable story

(Will definitely check their other stories out)

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-fear not the storm that roars around you:

*slams table*

AAAAAHHH THIS ONE WAS SO DAMN SWEET I CAANNNTTTT

I love the parallel between them and how Blades comforted chase, the lil hug at the end got to me

Amica Endura Blades and Chase for life <3333

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-double villainy:

Ok WOOOOWWWWOWOWO

This was such a cool read, I really love to see other perspectives with interesting plots like the double villainy episode! Charlie’s thoughts are super realistic to that of a father snd a tiny human compared to giant alien robots

Not to mention, seeing Charlie’s thought process with thinking who’s the most dangerous (in this instance, Chase) was really awesome

Such a satisfying read 10/10

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-anger:

Damn this is so relatable

And I genuinely love how the descriptions give the feeling justice

Guess it’s time i make a comfort fic list shshhsh

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-Heatwave's human sparkling:

THIS IS SO ADORABLE DAD HEATWAVE IS EVERYTHING TO MEEEEE

I really asore how Sparkling is used to refer to cody nonstop shhsgs

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-hot brown water in a cylindrical container:

WHEEZE OMG I LOVE THIS

oh dear Chase, he’s trying his best

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-no impulse control:

Aaaaaa the flufff and sillinessssss dhhdhdh

Blades’ and Dani’s dynamic here is so amazing and i’d love to read more fics for these two dhbdhd

Charlie being such a supportive dad is everything to me

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-overprotective:

This is it

This is the fic that killed me with fluff

I LOVE IT SO MUUUCGHHHSNDHHDBXJDH

Side note: never thought i’d ever see HW being described as a cat yet here we are and I wholeheartedly approve <3333

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Again THANK U SM FOR RECOMMENDING THESE :D

Plz feel free to send fics my way any time >:)

I saw your last ask for another fic and imma read it through and answer said ask <333

#these are all amazing fics #literally have every fic you sent saved hdhdhdh #anothers ask #ano saves asks

[my-writings-and-musings]

Hello there! This is my first time requesting anything, but I’ve read through a lot of your transformers hcs and I absolutely love your work! You attention to detail and the easy flow of your wording makes for a very comfortable read. <3

My I request Ratchet, Rung, Rodimus, and Fort Max with a sweet yet spunky mini-bot field-medic friend? They take self care very seriously and are always pushing for others to take better care of themselves.

Asdfghjkl omg that's so incredibly kind of you thank you so much!! I often worry about flow so hearing I'm doing a good job makes me so incredibly happy!! The story I wrote came out quite long so I went with just Fort Max and gave reader a lil jetpack to talk at optic level ^^

Fort Max

The ship's ramp closed slowly on the alien rainstorm raging behind the hulking mech as he stumbled into the cargo hold, cutting out the din of thunder and pounding rain to leave the two of you in comfortable quiet. One servo gingerly cradling his side, Fort Max looked quite worse for the wear. Dripping and exhausted, he didn't even seem to see you as he limped forward, making steady progress to the control panel instead of the small side room you utilized for repairs. Never one to sit idly by, you fired up your jetpack and zoomed in front of his path before he could get too far.

"Wait, Max! I need you in the medical bay!" you instructed, pointing to the door as you hovered at optic level. A quick glance at his injury revealed energon bleeding from beneath his servo, cementing your dedication to get him looked over and patched up.

"It's fine, Y/N..." the big mech sighed, sounding thoroughly worn out. Grimacing after another step, he didn't even bother putting effort into making his excuse believable, the pain of his injury evident in every syllable. "I can tell it's just a scratch."

"I'll be the judge of that." you retorted without missing a beat, crossing your arms to signify your displeasure. Zipping about to block his path, you refused to relent for even a moment, hovering like a displeased wasp ready to sting. Fort Max fixed you with a look too exhausted to be read as the warning he intended.

"I need to get the ship moving or we'll be late..." he said with another sigh, the first hint of surrender evident in his tone.

"I'll write you a doctor's note! Now; march!" you commanded, pointing to the doorway and puffing out your chest for maximum authority. For a moment you saw the big mech consider his options. While he definitely had the physical strength to push past you and take the controls, he certainly didn't have the mental strength to deal with the fallout. You saw the war wage in the depths of his optics before resignation swept over him.

"You're impossible, you know that?" he grumbled before doing as you told. Limping into the tiny medical bay, he sat down heavily on the edge of the berth, wincing as his injury protested every little move. Despite all of your frustration, you couldn't stop your spark from aching at his suffering. Primus, curse the soft spot you'd developed for this mech... Keeping your feelings to yourself, you flew in after him, hovering beside his injury as he laid back for you to inspect it.

"You're one to talk." you said as you started checking him over with your scanner, keeping the conversation going to distract you from your worry. Whatever he'd fought had torn off a sizable chunk from his chest and left the rest of his frame thoroughly battered. "Do you know what happens if you die? I'm too small to fly the ship, so I'll be stuck wherever your frame decides to give out. You don't want to leave your favorite minibot stranded, do you?"

"My favorite minibot, no." he replied casually, pretending it didn't hurt when you tenderly traced the edges of the wound with your digits. Looking down at you, he managed a tired smirk before he spoke again. "You, on the other hand..."

"You shouldn't sass the bot patching your sorry frame up. Not many would want the job." you replied with a wag of your digit before transforming it into a welder. Biting back your own smile, you got to work sealing up the worst parts of the injury, moving with precision to avoid any unnecessary pain. Max tensed at the sting, his powerful frame going rigid beneath your touch as he focused on keeping still. As always, your careful mending closed his wound and slowly lessened his discomfort. Within a few minutes he was more relaxed beneath you than when you'd begun. You took a lot of pride in being able to bring him even a small measure of peace.

When the last open part of the wound was sealed, you took a moment to consider what kind of patch would best encourage healing. In the time it took you to decide, Fort Max offered another rebuttal, his tender tone conveyor all the gratitude he knew you were owed. "There's no one else I'd accept. What other minibot is brave enough to boss me around?"

#transformers #maccadam #mtmte #more than meets the eye #lostlight #lost light #idw #tf #ll #bot reader #self insert #ratchet #fortress maximus #fort max #tf imagines