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goobiestar · 10 months
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zavithorpe · 1 year
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xavier thorpe x vampire gf!reader pt. 2
tw: kinda gore-ish
<<pt. 1
It’s been two days since your boyfriend has gotten his mind blown by your sexual activities. You fed off of him and fucked him at the same time, and the dizzy memories of that night will be embedded in his heart forever.
He’s been acting weird since then, though. Following you around Iike a lost puppy even more so than before. Always at your service, always one step behind you and ready to accompany you wherever. You would’ve found it annoying if you hadn’t loved him so much. And so, it’s simply amusing.
During one of these days, you decide to test his newly found submissiveness.
Step 1
Firstly, you test this new kink of his. You aren’t entirely convinced that biting him is the reason for this lovesick attitude and so, you try your luck with a suggestive attempt.
It’s right after classes when everyone is hanging out in the school yard. You’re sitting next to him on the grass but are surrounded by friends who discuss tonight’s plans.
“We could go to a normie cafe,” one of them suggests and right now, you couldn’t care less. Your entire focus is on your lovely boyfriend who’s playing with your hand absent-mindedly, tracing random patterns over your palm.
You decide to start out slow, resting your head on his shoulder. A few seconds in and you take it further, nuzzling your face against his neck and kissing right over the bite he’s been hiding by keeping his hair down the past days.
He stiffens as soon as you kiss the wound and you smirk over his flesh. He knows exactly what you’re doing, can feel your cocky grin over his skin and it only makes his heart beat faster. You can feel the blood pumping harder through his veins as he tries to stay still and the sweet scent of his blood only gets stronger.
For a split of a second, you unveil your fangs and graze them over his neck.
“Yeah, normie cafe sounds good!” He blurts out and ditches the slouching position he’s been in until now. Right now, he’s sitting up straight and stiff, leaving your slumped body behind.
“We already agreed on that like two minutes ago,” Bianca retorts and he’s blushing furiously.
He immediately turns to look at you, silently alerting you to stop this game by widening his eyes. You chuckle in return and nod soundlessly, reassuring him that this is the end.
Even so, you don’t miss the way he uncomfortably shifts on the grass and tries to hide his erection in the following minutes.
Step 2
So far, you’ve discovered that he does have a biting kink. But you want to find out one more thing - if he really is your puppy.
“I’m goin-”
The table creaks as Xavier pushes it to the side so he can stand up as well. The exertion forces the wooden edge against Ajax and Bianca’s chests who complain in return. Xavier doesn’t even bat an eyelid at them, though. His eyes are trained on your frame as if stoning snakes are coming out of your hair.
“Are we leaving?”
“I’m leaving, you can stay,” you clarify, clearly getting a kick out of watching him get so worked up over your possibly missing presence.
“No, I want to come with you,” he declares unabashedly, not minding your friends’ snickering comments about his cheesy devotion.
“I’m only going to the restroom, Xavi.”
You faux sympathetic smile is all he sees before getting left behind. Now he has to fend for his life in front of his friends who won’t stop teasing him.
You don’t really care because your theory is proven to be correct. He really does act strange and overly attentive towards you since you bit him. He’s always been a kind and loyal boyfriend but this was too much even for him.
Not for you, though.
Meet me in the first stall, is the text you send him as soon as you get to the restroom.
Like a loyal puppy, he reads the text and rushes to you. In his defense, he thinks something is wrong with you, maybe you’ve hurt yourself or maybe something has gone wrong with your powers.
“I’m here,” he murmurs, embarrassed that he’s in the ladies’ restroom and praying to the universe that no other woman is in. “Is everything alright?”
Opening the restroom stall, you pull him inside and close the door behind him. And, like a predator, you corner him, hand tightly fisted in the front of his shirt so he doesn’t get away from you.
“What’s going on?” He laughs stupidly, bemused by your actions.
“Nothing. Just wanted to see how you’ve been.” As you speak, your free hand traces from his cheek to his hair, grabbing a handful of it so you can push his head to the side and have a better glance at the old bite.
“Been good. What’s up?” He says nervously, pulse speeding up once again. He’s such a sucker for getting his hair pulled.
He doesn’t know your intentions but he can only hope they involve the thing he’s been fantasizing about for the past two days. A part of him wants to ask you to bite him again but, as much as he submitted to you the past days, he refuses to sound that desperate.
“Nothing, angel.” The pet name combined with the way you tug on his hair rushes all the blood to his penis.
“We can’t. They’re right outside. They’ll be suspicious.” He acts as if he cares if your friends are going to tease him some more.
“Suspicious of what?”
“Of what you’re planning on doing. I’m not stupid,” he defends himself, glancing at you from the uncomfortable position you got him in by craning his neck. “You want to bite me again.”
“And do you?”
Pause. He’s too ashamed to admit it.
“Do you?” You insist.
“No. Yeah. Maybe.”
You broke him. He’s completely at your mercy and totally defeated.
“Mhm, okay,” you mumble and let go of him, a sick and twisted smile painted across your features.
“What? Are you for real?” He scoffs, utterly shattered at the thought of not getting any action after getting so worked up.
“Are you for real, Xavier? While we’re outside with our friends? Control yourself,” you retort, trying so hard not to burst out laughing at his misery.
You love him with all your might but teasing him like that has become your favorite pastime activity.
“But I-” he’s at a loss for words. “Fine. Don’t do it then.”
He rushes out of the restroom beyond embarrassed, fuming as he sits back down with your friends. You appear moments later and he would’ve continued to stay angry if you hadn’t rubbed his thigh soothingly. He’s too in love to ever be mad at you.
Step 3
Conclusion: he is your lovesick puppy and he does have a biting kink. And what do good puppies get? They get rewarded.
You sneak into his room late at night where you find him drawing. He doesn’t notice you at first, too focused on his sketch and, upon taking a closer look, you realize he’s drawing your lips, shiny fangs peaking through.
“Always your muse,” you whisper and startle him.
“What are you doing here?”
“Came to see my puppy.”
“Your what?” Again, he’s acting. This time, he pretends the pet name doesn’t make his dick hard.
“My puppy.” You repeat and straddle his legs, sitting in his lap with your arms enveloping his shoulders. He refuses to touch you for the time being. Still glum. “My adorable little puppy who follows me around in hopes of getting bitten again. Isn’t that right?”
“Is that what you’ve been doing these days? Trying to see if I’m desperate for you?”
You hum in approval and he scoffs.
Ignoring his apprehensive attitude, you fumble with his pyjama pants until you manage to pull his dick out of the confinement of his boxers. It’s hard rock and pulsing in your hand and he’s so embarrassed he can’t even look you in the eye.
“Red suits you,” you teasingly mention the blush on his cheeks and he rolls his eyes but doesn’t do anything to push you away. “Don’t be like this, Xavi,” you coo and stroke his cock. He shifts in his chair and grips the handles, mouth parting just slightly. It’s beyond adorable how affected he is by you.
You lock eyes as saliva pools in your mouth and, then, you aim for his dick, a blob of spit landing on the tip of his throbbing cock. You use it as lubricant, stroking him a little faster as the squelching sounds of your spit start to grow in volume.
“Shit,” he murmurs under his breath, eyes trained on your hand working up and down his length.
“Still mad at me?”
“Yes,” he lies and pouts, obviously way past the point of being infuriated by you.
Which is why you don’t take his words to heart and start pumping him faster, basking in the angelic sounds of his moans echoing through the room. He grunts particularly loud every time your thumb presses against the underside of his dick, where you know he’s beyond sensitive.
And, then, you stop.
“Really? Again?” He whines, exasperated at this point. Tears pool in his eyes with how frustrated he’s become but he refuses to let them run freely down his pink-tinted cheeks.
He only breathes heavily, emerald eyes silently pleading you to stop being so mean.
“Really,” you agree but shift up anyway.
Lifting your skirt, you tease the tip of his cock against your pussy lips. You opted for no panties before sneaking in here and the realization of it has him cursing under his breath. And, then, you sink down on him in one swift movement that has him gasping for air.
“Still mad at me?”
“Maybe,” he croaks out.
“Good. We’re making progress.”
Again, you refuse to let his words affect you and start bouncing on him. He finally lets go of some of his pride and cups your bare ass cheeks under the skirt, helping you move up and down his cock.
“So good,” he praises, too pussy drunk to keep the act going.
“You like it?”
“Mhm.” A dumb and lazy smile is plastered on his face as he looks at you through half-lidded eyes.
He loves you so much, he’s so obsessed with you and your tight cunt that he doesn’t give a fuck anymore about the way you teased him. All he wants is to feel the warmth of your pussy endlessly, feel every inch of your insides with his dick. Every inch that he’s missed and has been so frustrated over.
You both get lost in the moment, rocking in his chair that continues to creak under your weight. Neither of you cares, too focused on chasing your highs and swallowing your moans with open-mouthed pecks that soon turn into sloppy, spit-filled kisses. It’s passionate at best and gross at worst but you really don’t give a damn. You’re both too intoxicated by each other’s presence.
And yet, you are still rational enough to carry on with the finale of your plan.
“Close,” he admits after minutes of having his dick continuously sucked inside your warmth, the sound of his voice muffled by your tongue lapping at his.
That’s when you pull away and grip his hair harshly, tilting his head to the side. He gasps but lets you take control, only helping you bounce on his cock harder while you inch in. Before you get too close, you make eye contact and the looks on his face is telling you that he’s been dying for this to happen again.
That’s all the confirmation you need. After that, your fangs snap out and pierce the skin of his neck. Blood spurts out and you suck hungrily, animalistic groans getting choked in your throat.
That’s it.
He explodes deep inside your womb, a guttural moan leaving his mouth. His hips tremble out of control, rutting into your core as he cums what seems like buckets. It’s never-ending, rope after rope of seed filling you up to the brim. It gets to the point it overflows and spills from your cunt down to his length, smothering the base of his cock in white, creamy liquid. He can feel it, he can feel the wetness pooled on his cock, can feel your hole fluttering around him and, most importantly, can feel your fangs in his throat.
That’s all he remembers before his eyes close shut and he slumps, limbs going heavy as he goes unconscious.
pt.3>>
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furkrum · 9 months
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shiit haha you heard them susie damnnn
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umbweon · 6 months
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the new beast
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snipersfucker · 9 months
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request from @gh0stfac3-w1f3y: I can't find any fics where Noah and the reader first meet Mirage in the garage and then they met the others
i changed the plot so much, it's so far from canon lmao but we roll. it's long btw sorry for making you wait *cries*
"Any last words?"
Noah looked up at you with widened eyes after hearing the question that'd left your mouth.
He was so close to shitting himself and you were not helping.
"What?" He frowned with his eyes now focused on your face, the word a whispered yell.
You rolled your eyes, not actually having expected him to understand your little joke, considering the fact that you two had slightly different senses of humour. But you had the right to roll your eyes at him nevertheless.
"Before you get shot in the head for stealing," you explained in the same tone, loudly enough for him to hear but also not too loudly so that you wouldn't catch anyone else's attention.
And Noah would've normally kind of snorted at your words. But not now. Not when his special thingy used for opening stranger's car doors without making much noise was inside a Porsche that did not belong to either of you.
He just let out a shaky breath through his nose, trying to calm down his growing nerves. His attention went back to the car, his trembling hands trying to open it without triggering the alarm.
"We're so dead," you muttered under your breath, shaking your head and looking around in search for any unwelcome guests. Noah didn't even hear you, too focused on his task as well as not fucking everything up.
And he nearly let out a loud noise when the safety lock clicked. He was too nervous to properly smile at you but you couldn't stop the corners of your own lips from curling up. You made a proud face and held a thumbs-up to him.
"Get in," he just said, grabbing the handle to open the door, and you did the same thing.
You raised your eyebrow when the safety lock locked itself again.
"She doesn't want us to steal her," you whispered to him, referring to the silver car, your hand pulling on the handle a few more times, hoping it would eventually work.
Humour helped you not to lose your mind due to stress, which was happening to Noah at the moment, almost silent curses leaving his mouth, the desperation in his movements now much more obvious as he kept attempting to unlock the safety lock with the thingy again.
It clicked.
You pulled the handle again. And the safety lock locked itself. Again.
"The fuck?" Noah whispered to himself, the frown on his face deepening even more. This time he decided to trick the system and unlock the safety lock and then open the door as fast as possible.
It worked.
"I knew w—" you began the sentence, feeling quite victorious, even though you did absolutely nothing to help Noah, but was interrupted by the male voice coming from behind you. Your eyes snapped to Noah's face which was filled with just the same amount of horror. They immediately widened in shock and a sudden wave of stress as well as panic washed over you, making your heart skip a few beats.
"Hey! Security!" The man yelled, his heavy steps increasing in volume, getting closer and closer to the two of you. "What are you doing?!"
If the image of you in an orange suit hadn't appeared in your mind for that split second, you would've frozen in your spot, unable to enter the car, let alone run away from the security guard. But you managed to do the former, your hand opening the door with one swift motion, your legs guiding you inside.
"Noah!" A croaked yell fell from between your lips as your eyes shot to your friend standing by his side of the Porsche. Your voice hit him like a bucket of cold water.
He quickly got inside, taking another thingy out of his pocket to use it to start the engine. Random courses both in Spanish and English were coming to your ears as Noah tried to work his magic and get you two out of that damned parking lot.
But before he could even flex his car-stealing abilities, the security guard was already knocking on your window with a lot of force, nearly breaking the glass. That almost made you and Noah throw up from the stress, and the fact that he was still struggling with all the cables—
The engine suddenly started.
The radio blasted music on its own, the tunes so loud they either freaked the security guy out to the point he stopped punching the window, or they completely silenced his furious knocks and pulls on the handle. You weren't sure, not even daring to look in the man's direction, focused only on Noah, as if you were trying to get him to drive without actually yelling it at him.
You tried to turn the radio off but it just kept screaming the lyrics to Act a Fool right in your face. And you could swear you were able to hear a faint sound of a male voice speaking through the radio, saying something you didn't understand because of the loudly playing song.
Why the fuck wasn't he driving?
Your head turned to the left as your eyes met the side profile of your friend hitting the gas pedal with desperation you've never seen on him before.
Why the fuck wasn't it working?
And then, all of a sudden, the car moved. You and Noah were pushed into your seats as the Porsche got out of its parking spot in a dangerous speed.
But there were no hands on the wheel. The pure horror and panic in your widened eyes matched the look on Noah's face as his dark irises met your own, as if he was looking for answers in them to the questions he hadn't asked.
The music was overwhelming, the speed making you grip anything to steady yourself, making you want to scream every single time the front of the car nearly touched an object in front of it.
Was it the right moment to tell Noah you kissed the boy he fancied in the third grade? It definitely sounded like something he should hear before you both die tragically in a car crash.
Noah was doing everything he could to stop the car, from hitting the brakes to slapping the dashboard with his right palm, the other hand staying on the steering wheel in case the car decided to let him drive.
But when the tires of the Porsche made contact with the highway, he wrapped all his ten fingers around the round object, gripping it with all the strength he could find within himself.
It was obvious. Obvious but apparently you and Noah were so stupid neither of you even thought of it. An expensive Porsche sitting in a parking lot for a long time, appearing abandoned but still in a perfect condition, practically asking for a potential thief to steal it. It had to be someone's brilliant idea, probably an idea of a cop, to put a damned self-driving mechanism inside of the car, which now was most likely taking you and Noah to a police station.
You didn't even notice when the music got a bit quieter, enough for you to hear your own, terrified thoughts, but you did notice the sound of sirens getting louder and louder with every passing second.
That damned Porsche sped up even more, making you and Noah scream like little boys, shifting your gazes between the road in front of you and the sight behind you. Police cars catching up to you, the sound of their sirens, and the absolute absurd of the situation made you nearly lose your sanity.
The loudest scream left both your mouths when the Porsche sped up even more, drove onto something and got in the air for a few seconds. But these few seconds were enough for you to have a tiny heart attack.
Why did the sirens stop?
You were so focused on not dying that the police cars hitting other vehicles, brick walls, driving out of the highway and out of the bridge were omitted by your overwhelmed brain.
Your eyes closed, the breaths leaving your mouth quick and heavy, after multiple failed attempts to steady them, you decided to give up and focus on something else, something that would hopefully ground you. Your eyelids separated, the gaze of your eyes shifted to Noah which seemed to be losing it even more than you.
The road got clear, and soon the car turned to the right to drive into an alley, and then into an open garage.
"No, no, no, no, no, no..." you kept repeating, shaking your head, disagreeing with what was happening out of your control, but at the same time being fully aware that your disapproval couldn't do anything to change your situation.
One drift and you found yourself rolling on the dirty ground, now out of the car. You let a couple of grunts out, your eyes squeezed shut as you felt pain in your knees, elbows and palms.
The unfamiliar sound of metal hitting metal mixed with something you couldn't quite name made you turn your head in the direction of the noise. Before you could register Noah kneeling down next to you and the touch of his warm hands on your back and arm, your brain got shocked by the sight of...
"Woohoo!"
A male voice rang in your sensitive ears, its tone slightly deformed to match his robotic appearance. It... was standing right in front of your very eyes, making energetic movements, then walking in your direction.
You managed to get on your weak legs. Barely.
"T'was... Damn! I haven't done that in ages!" He exclaimed, jumping on his metal legs around the garage, punching the air as if he was preparing himself for a sparring match. "Really gets the fuel pumping, doesn't it?!" he directed the rhetorical question to you and Noah, watching you both with a very content expression on his face. After a couple of seconds of not getting any responses, he added himself, "Damn right it does!"
Your friend was as stunned and speechless as you but you managed to somehow grab a metal pipe lying on the dirty floor, and hold it as if you were about to hit the... whatever or whoever it was... if he tried anything.
"Chill, man..." The machine held his hands up in a defensive gesture, pretending to get intimidated by the threatening posture of a much smaller human. "Jus' not in that pretty face, yeah?" He covered the said body part with one hand, acting as if you could even reach that high.
You gripped the pipe harder, ready to swing at the metal man, but then, when he let out a chuckle and shook his head in amusement, you lost all your confidence that you had any, even the tiniest bit of control over the situation.
None of you expected to see a hand of his transforming into a huge weapon, the blue muzzle probably reflecting in your widened eyes. Noah wanted to do something but you stopped him with one quick glance.
"How 'bout now, baby?" The machine practically mocked you in your face, but you were too focused on the idea of possibly dying right there and then to even notice the playful hint in the tone of his robotic voice. "Still gon' hit me?"
You didn't even know what to say to that, knowing that the wrong response would probably put you in the grave, but you still didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being the one in absolute control of the situation.
You finally managed to blurt out, your voice coming out a lot weaker than you intended it to, "Maybe..."
You swallowed thickly, accepting the fact these were most likely your last moments on Earth, but then, the robot made an impressed face, tilted his head slightly to the right, and said with a smirk, "Shi', you got some balls, dude." And lowered his arm, the weapon transforming back into a hand.
The relief that washed over you was indescribable. But you still had to be in the state of constant focus, in case he decided to put that blue thing in front of your face again.
He nodded, eyeing you from head to toes, and then admitted, "I like that... I like that a lot."
"What..." you whispered to yourself, confused by his words, the sudden change in behaviour making a frown appear on your face.
"I was expecting a different reaction, though," he started talking again, the playfully casual tone back, as if he was slightly disappointed but didn't want to show it, "You know, I saved your asses and all," he tried not to make it sound like a big deal, but still wanted to jokingly point out the fact that you were a pair of slightly ungrateful little humans. "...But I get it. I get it. I'd be scared of me, too..." He raised his hands in a defensive gesture again, speaking to you as if he actually understood, even though he found the whole situation, and your approach as well, quite amusing. "I don't expect every girl to get weak in the knees 'cause of me or anythin'."
A beat of silence passed, and the robot just couldn't stop himself from speaking up again, "Where are my manners? The name's Mirage." He extended his arm towards you both, his fist in your faces, as if he was waiting for you to bump it with your own. His next words in an encouraging tone only confirmed it, "Come on... Give it a lil', give a lil', give it a lil' tap."
Maybe complying to his requests was the only way of getting out of this situation alive... But at the same time the robot didn't give the impression of being cruel enough to just kill you both in cold blood...
You made eye contact with Noah for a moment, just to notice him shrugging, and then, slowly extending his own fist towards the machine's one, as if testing the waters.
When their knuckles touched, Mirage exclaimed with a satisfied look on his face, "Now that's what I'm talkin' about!" And then, he looked at you with a slightly raised eyebrow, motioning to your stiff body with his finger nonchalantly, directing the question to Noah, "She always this fun?"
Oh, I'm sorry for not wanting to fist-bump a robot three times my size who almost shot my head off with his weird fucking arm.
"What the hell are you? Some shit like E.T. or whatever?" Noah ignored his most likely rhetorical question, even though the machine seemed to want answers to every single thing he'd say.
"Naah, that'd be at least weird..." he said sarcastically, then made a finger-gun at us and added with a smile, "I'm a robot from space."
Great.
"A robot... from space..." you trailed off with a weak voice, Mirage's attention back to you.
"One and only." He bowed ever so slightly, but then corrected himself, "Well, technically there are others. You're actually real lucky you have met me first, though. But chill, maybe they'll like you. Proly not but maybe." He shrugged, not actually caring about what his team would think of his new human friends.
And as soon as Mirage finished talking, the sounds of loud engines were bouncing against the walls of the garage, and then hitting yours and Noah's ears, making you both quickly turn around to see a couple of cars driving in your direction.
"Oh, yeah, forgot to mention they were gonna pay us a visit," the robot who was once a silver Porsche said from behind your backs, but the tone of his voice was so casual he didn't really sound like he felt bad for not notifying you.
Soon, the cars transformed into... robots. Of course.
"Prime! Long time no see! Missed you!" Mirage walked past you, making loud noises when his metal feet made contact with the floor beneath them. He opened his arms, as if he was trying to encourage the huge machine to give him a hug.
"Mirage," he spoke in a stern, warning tone, immediately making the smaller robot let out a chuckle, but also obediently lower his arms so now the metal hands were on his hips.
"Good ol' Prime, am I right, Bee?" He directed the question to the yellow machine which was much closer to being his own size.
"What are those humans doing here?" The gravely voice of the tallest robot sent shivers down your spine but Mirage seemed not to be so affected by it. In fact, he looked like he gave absolutely no fucks about it.
Mirage turned his head in your direction, making a nonchalant motion with his hand. "Them? Oh, yeah, they're my friends, sir. Lil' Lady and The Guy," he introduced you two, and you wouldn't be one bit surprised if Prime shot him right then and there with the same thingy Mirage wanted to use on you.
And you nearly fainted on your spot when you felt the ground shake with every single step the tall robot made while walking in your direction. Your knees got weak but you were lucky Prime helped you and swiped you right off your feet, grabbing you like a rag doll and holding you closer to his metal face.
He did the same thing with Noah who, in your opinion, was handling it much better than you.
"Who are you?" Prime's cold voice made you internally die, your mind already making scenarios about him literally squeezing you to death with his metal hand.
"Nobody," you quickly answered, your voice much more high-pitched than ever, shaking your head in panic, "I don't even know who that man is," you added, referring to Mirage standing behind you.
"Hey! I thought we were friends!" the walking Porsche got immediately offended by your words.
Prime narrowed his eyes even more, observing you with distrust, as if he started despising you as soon as he saw you for the first time.
"We shall not waste our time on those humans," he spoke again, squeezing you and Noah tighter and tighter with every passing second.
You let out a shriek. And that's when Mirage realised he had to step in.
"Woah, woah, woah." He immediately found himself next to the big robot, holding his hands up, telling him silently to stop literally taking yours and Noah's breaths away. "Prime, no need for that. Look, I took 'em here, my bad, should've hidden from the cops somewhere else, yeah, I get that. Next time I will, promise."
And Mirage didn't even care that he just admitted to catching the attention of humans, especially the armed ones, which the leader of the Autobots told him to avoid at all cost.
Prime shifted his gaze from you to the apologetically smiling robot.
"C'mon. Red might be your colour but do you really want their blood on you?" he asked in hope it would actually discourage him, make him change his mind.
And without a word, Prime let go of both you and Noah. You didn't manage to hold onto anything, even the robot's hand just not to fall onto the hard floor of the garage.
But before you could make any sounds or properly experience the pull of gravity, you felt another metal hand on you, this time the grip much more gentle, far from suffocating.
You didn't even notice the moment you closed your eyes shut just so you wouldn't have to witness your own body hitting the ground with a good amount of impact. You opened them just to see a pair of blue, shinning ones right in front of you.
"We friends now?" He tilted his head slightly, observing you with a confident smirk, knowing that you had no other choice but to agree with him.
Because he saved you from breaking your skull on the cement a couple of feet below your body.
"Buddies for life," you responded with a shaky voice and many eager nods, barely catching your breath, the panic still evident in your widened eyes.
Today not only did you not die, but you also gained yourself a new friend who would do anything to protect you.
the end sucks as always but do not worry. there will be worse.
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thewoundedfallenangel · 6 months
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My take on Simon petrikov
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Fionna and cake is eating me alive. At least we got baby girl over hereee (I'm talking to you Simon you dumb bitch)
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an AU that's been on my mind lately
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deadduvznap · 9 months
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using one of those clit sucking vibrators on boy pussy miguel <3
That’s it. That’s the tweet.
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I AGREE tying him up (there might be a trend here idk) and tying him to the bed nd using it on him :( and he has to just sit there with it attached to his clit at low power nd hes just struggling cus it feels so good :( but its not enough to make him cum so hes just being edged for hours while youre out doing other things nd then you come back nd its still going nd the bed is SOAKED cus he keeps dripping and hes crying and struggling but he cant do anything and he sees you walk into the room and hes just begging to make it stop and how he wants to cum and hes crying for you :((( hes completely fallen apart and waiting for you
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bitegore · 1 year
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happy monday, have some more drag strip coochie
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yuehua8 · 1 year
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[Garden in Abel] HEYO SO THIS TOOK LIKE 4 DAYS AND I REALLY SHOULD HAVE BEEN WORKING ON MY ZINE PROJECTS INSTEAD BUT LIKE.  BRAINROT.  LMFAO.   I should have like a speedpaint of this up soon, just gotta find songs that fit the vibe.  Btw if you zoom into the background u can see where I rendered roses.  It looks blank but i promise it’s not.  I worked too hard on those u BETTER ZOOM IN PFFT Vash holds my entire soul at this point lmfao.
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marisatomay · 9 months
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i’ve truly never been down as bad as these guys on national australian news tryna hit tom cruise
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forevergirlposts · 13 days
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im drowning rn ……………..
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martyrbat · 7 months
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sorry but im still just thinking about how batman 105 (aka the comic where bruce gets his tits out and asks khoa to stay) begins with them having a sloppy breakup in the rain and khoa offering bruce to travel and save the world together, they'll live lavishly and gather resources. and then MAYBE they can tackle gotham together. hes trying to convince bruce to stay and that hes going to get himself killed because of his stupid bleeding heart and how he blames himself for every loss. that together they can conquer so much more. and bruce responds by calling him broken and telling him he's angry that bruce is always going to care about the people he saves. he's still determined to go, still choosing gotham over his best (and only) friend.
but he tells him this as theyre in the rain and khoa is still trying to convince bruce to change his mind despite the plane being there and knowing that bruce wont. bruce is one of the only people thats seen his face and knows his name, the only person that truly knows him—yet all those years they spent together still isn't as important as that vow bruce took as a mourning 8 year old boy. so he demands for bruce to never say his name again—he doesn't get that right or the one to see his face ever again. and bruce still doesnt change his mind, leaving khoa behind without so much as a glance behind him.
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while batman annual 2021 is khoa bragging about his greatest feat—taking down madame midas, the woman who laughed as his mother was killed and as her father strong-armed his father's independent business. he doesn't tell bruce this but it still ends with bruce pointing out there has to be a reason he cared and spent so long on it. khoa denies it, of course, repeating back what he tells himself constantly. he doesnt care about anything (and, by extension, about anyone). but the comic literally just showed us, the reader, between those two pages that this isnt true! he had a personal motive, he recired back the words she told him all those years again! but after khoa says he doesnt care about anything is the first time on panel that bruce calls him khoa again (as far as i remember :p)
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but then khoa is suddenly changing the topic!! not allowing bruce to continue, not even acknowledging the name or all the years it nust have been between the last time someone called him that—the last time BRUCE called him that. and its only after the accusation of khoa caring like how he does—of khoa not being ‘broken’ like how he said the last time he attempted to use that name!! AND that this is their last chronical interaction (on panel) before khoa is the one leaving bruce behind to train bao...
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im sure bruce used it off panel before this (and it was probably during sloppy old man sex) but this being it on paper has been making me go >:3c!!!!
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starscelly · 11 months
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just a messy, messy sequence
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