I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you enjoy it. This one is a G1 story for a change.
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Megatron knew Starscream was lying about his age. His paint was too bright – practically neon. He had to be underage. The trouble was... he was fierce and knowledgeable – and he came with an existing trine, too. He was too desperate to pass over him.
But taking on younglings has no end of troubles. They are arrogant, cocky, inclined to fly headlong into danger.
There is a fine line between being an asset and a liability.
Chaotic Neutral: Leave The Light On If You're Able Cause We Both Know You're Unstable Call A Doctor, Say A Prayer Choose A God You Think Is There [Cause My Monsters Are Real]
Lawful Evil: The Boy That Found A Demon And They Fell In Love And Eventually They Got Married
Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, dom/sub vibes, rough sex
Word count: 349
Nomad Steve x Plus size!Enhanced!Reader
She has her arms braced against the bar. The skirt on her sundress is pulled half over one perfect asscheek. His handprint was still angry and swollen. His palms still itched with the need to pull her thick fucking legs apart and smack on her ass until she couldn't sit properly felt a week. Or more. He hadn't decided yet.
Y/N cried out, fingers digging into marble countertop. He could hear the stone breaking even now. She thought he didn't know. That he didn't catch the small things that she did that a normal woman couldn't. Not without significant training. She had none.
"Come on, my strong girl. Fucking clench that little cunt for me. Use those muscles for something fucking useful. Stop breaking your goddamn furnishings." His cock hit a particularly sensitive spot inside of her and she lost it. Her pussy clamped on his dick like a vice and her body seemed to snap in half almost, her hands crushing through the marble top. Debris shattered around them and he didn't stop fucking her. He canted his hips, fighting the urge to pull her from the top of the rubble.
"Come on, strong girl. Let's see what else I can make you destroy while you cum on my cock. I knew you were special." He gave into that urge finally and pulled her body from the destruction. He kept his cock buried inside of her while he carried her to the couch. He sat, adjusting her legs around him. Steve fisted her hair, bringing her close to him. He worked a finger between swollen, spit soaked lips and hooked it behind her bottom teeth prying her jaw open. His tongue licked the inside of her mouth. And as his tongue touched the very out edge of her top lip he began to speak softly,
"Fucking bounce, girl. You can't break me. And now that I know for sure I can't break you...I'm gonna ruin your goddamn life. You won't be able to even punch through something without thinking about how fucking hot it makes me for you. Come on baby, show me. Show me how strong you are."
A/N : Submitted for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor title challenge!!
Here’s my one shot for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor title challenge.
I was given Sedated.
Warnings: injury, mentions of death
WC: 980
Steve Rogers X reader
fluffy (kinda), romance, love
“She’s going into V-fib, get the crash cart!” The doctor shouted to the nurse across the operating room. Another nurse jumped on the bed and started CPR. Three more nurses and a doctor entered the room, making quick work of hanging IV bags and pumping your body full of medicines. It was a race to save your life.
**
In the waiting area sat Natasha, Clint, Sam, Tony, and Pepper. Steve paced across the floor.
“Steve, I know it’s hard, but please sit.” Pepper said, patting the seat beside her.
“I can’t. Did you see all those doctors run in there? That can’t be good.” Steve said, fighting back tears. Natasha and Clint sat silently, staring at their hands. Sam stood and placed a hand on Steve’s shoulder.
“Come on, man. She’s a fighter. She’s gonna make it through this.” Sam assured the Cap. Still, Steve felt defeated. You had known the Avengers for five years, been fighting with them for four, and been in love with Steve since you laid eyes on him. He felt the same about you. Steve’s eyes welled up with tears.
“What if she doesn’t? Steve choked. Pepper and Natasha rose from their seats to console their friend. Steve hugged the ladies and Sam tightly. “I don’t know what I would so if I lost her. I’ve lost someone I love before, I can’t do it again.”
“Whatever happens, we will get through it together.” Tony said solemnly.
**
Two and a half hours passed. A doctor emerged from the room, gown stained crimson. “We were able to stabilize her, but are unsure when she will wake. We’ve given her heavy sedatives and hope she wakes when they wear off.”
Steve bolted from the chair he had occupied for the last hour and a half. “Can I see her?” he asked.
“Of course.” the doctor replied. “Again, she isn't awake. It is always good to try to wake her up though. Sometimes, voices of loved ones can do the trick. Maybe try to talk to her in an hour or so.” Steve and the doctor went into your recovery room.
The shock of your skin flushed of color made Steve cry. The only part of your skin that did hold color were the various cuts and bruises that tarnished your body. IV’s were hooked into the crooks of both arms and wires came out of almost every direction from under your gown. The clothes you had been wearing were gone from the room. Steve slowly moved himself toward you. “Hey, doll.” He said between sobs. He knelt down beside the bed and caressed your hand. He spent an hour in this position. He had eventually ran out of tears. He pushed himself up to kiss your forehead.
“Doll, I’m so sorry.” He whispered your name in hopes of a response. You didn’t stir. He kept trying, speaking your name, kissing your cheeks and forehead, and rubbing your hand with his thumb as he held it. A nurse came in to check your dressings and change out IV bags. Steve moved out of her way, watching your face intently, searching for any small sign of movement.
The nurse finished her duties and turned to Steve. She placed a hand on his arm and said “Sometimes, it takes a while. Not everyone bounces back like Captain America.” She gave him a small smile and left the room.
Steve returned to his place beside you. “Doll, you gotta wake up. I need you here with me.” He kissed your head again. Still, you didn’t move. Steve let out a long sigh. “If you don’t wake up, I won’t get the chance to take you out to that dinner we talked about.” Steve thought about the last conversation you had.
* *
“You want to take me out? On a date? Who are you and what did you do with my boyfriend?” You kidded Steve after he suggested dinner at the steakhouse.
“Come on, Doll. When was the last time I even took you out?” He wrapped his hard around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. He showered your neck with soft, warm kisses.
“Yeah, exactly. This is why I don’t believe you’re Steve.” You melted into his arms. He was always incredibly warm; always cozy.
“I just want to take you out. Just you and me. You deserve it.” He hugged you tighter. “Saturday night, okay?”
“Of course, Steve.” You said as you turned your body to face him. You kissed him softly.
**
Dinner was supposed to be tonight.
Steve was brought to tears once again remembering the reason he wanted to take you to dinner. “I love you.” He said. “I promise the second you wake up, I won’t make you wait for the reason for that dinner.” His gaze swept your motionless body. “I want to marry you, Doll.”
“Yes.” You moved slightly, wincing at the pain all over your body.
“Doll?” Steve perked up. “You’re awake.” He held onto your hand a bit tighter. He looked into your eyes, his own bright and smiling.
“Yes, Steve.” You managed to smile back at the man you loved.
“Did you hear me?” Steve asked.
“Yes. I did.”
“I wanna get married. I don’t want to wait. I love you.” Steve kissed your bruised cheek softly.
“Let’s do it then.” You smiled back at him. His lips moved to yours. He kissed you long and tenderly.
“I need to do it right. I’ve been holding on to it since I got it. He pulled a small black box out of one of the pouches on his utility belt. You just noticed he was still in his uniform. He sank down on one knee and opened the box toward you. “Will you marry me?” he asked.
The box held the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. “Yes, Steve.”
For the title prompt: Wait, What? with Anti and Angus?
Title: Wait, What?Fandom: Jacksepticeye EgosSummary: Anti was determined to be the biggest, boldest, most known ego, and none of the others were going to get in his way. Knives sharpened, mind ready, and plan made to take over, Anti has a surprise coming. The first ego, the “underdog”, the one who had apparently been forgotten by the fandom, was the one who was going to stop Anti...all the others were sure of it, since they had tried so hard and Angus was back.
Except when he walked back into their lives, he tilted his head and surveyed Anti and said “He’s pretty cute”.
Wait...what?
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send me a made-up fic title and i’ll tell you what i would write to go with it (if you want a specific fandom, lemme know )
Dudes, something amazing just happened…. I HIT 200 FOLLOWERS!!!!!!!!
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I wanted to say really quick that I cannot believe how quickly I got to 200 followers, my mind is blown, and the timing is great, with the holidays being so hard on me right now, having you guys to fall back on really is a huge comfort. It warms me to know that so many people give a crap about the mindless shit I post.
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Rules and prompts beneath the cut.
RULES and GUIDELINES
So, I have never hosted a challenge before, so bare with me.
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Titles
When Honesty Becomes A Last Resort - @fandommaniacx Dean/Jensen x reader
Never In Forever
Choices Make Change
For The Sake Of Us All
A Sacrifice And A Broken Heart - @katymacsupernatural Dean x reader
The Stories We Tell
A Way With Words @narcoleptic-moose
Songs
So Far Away - RED
Not Alone - RED - @fandomoniumflurry Dean x Reader)
The Darkest Part - RED
The Girl That You Think I Am - Carrie Underwood
What I Never Knew I Always Wanted - Carrie Underwood @justcallmeasmodeus
He wasn’t quite sure which came first: sentience, or the knife. His memory circuits couldn’t make sense of how a cleaning droid gained self-awareness, nor of why someone had taped a kitchen knife to the top of him, right at ankle-level for the humanoids on base. But Stabby did know that the humanoids found it hilarious to watch other humanoids scramble out of the way of the knife or be taken by surprise, and somewhere deep within his circuits, Stabby found it hilarious too.
He was just doing his job one day, cleaning the floors (well, and deviating from his randomly-generated pattern to startle six humans, two Mon Calamari, and a Twi’lek) when he heard a chorus of binary coming from a nearby supply closet. Curious, Stabby peeked his visual sensor in and saw a circle of astromechs huddling around a blue and white R2 unit, hanging on its every beep and whistle. The R2 unit told story after story of adventure, fighting evil, and saving the galaxy. Stabby had not known if he was capable of the emotion that humanoids called “awe”, but listening to the R2 unit’s tales of heroics, he became sure.
After the night grew late and the other astromechs returned to their charging stations, Stabby wheeled up to the storyteller.
[Hello there] he ventured. [Your stories are wonderful.]
[Hello, and thanks!] the R2 unit replied.
[I was wondering] Stabby beeped hesitantly, [if you could teach me how to be a hero?]
The R2’s processor whirred as he considered the question. [Well, anyone can be a hero, by being brave at the right time. And you’ve even got a little weapon there. Sure, why don’t you come back here tomorrow, and I’ll teach you some tricks?]
[Thank you so much!] Stabby burbled with joy. [I’ll be here!]
So Stabby began his training with R2-D2, the droid that had been in the center of so much of the action in the galaxy. He learned about the weaknesses of organics, about when to ignore what humanoids and pessimists were saying, and most importantly, about honor, courage, and persistence. And all the while, he practiced with his knife. The more the humanoids got used to watching out for Stabby, the more stealthily he learned how to attack.
“I swear, it’s like that kriffing little thing’s sentient,” grumbled one officer. “It’s like it knows how to getcha when you least expect it.”
Stabby’s circuits lit up with delight, but he said nothing and pretended to almost bump into the wall on his way out.
Stabby loved training, loved being R2-D2’s apprentice, until one day, the enemies attacked the base. R2-D2 had to take his place in the battle, while Stabby tried to stay out of the way of the humanoids trying to escape.
Stabby’s circuits shook with fear. This was a real battle, not a funny prank. He was just a cleaning droid, and his master was nowhere to be found. He backed into an alcove and tried to stay out of sight as white-armored bad guys ran through the hall.
The door at the end of the hallway opened, and out of a cloud of smoke came something very dark and very tall. It walked on two legs and made a rhythmic noise. Stabby recognized Darth Vader from R2-D2’s stories.
As Darth Vader walked past him, Stabby remembered what his teacher had said: anyone can be a hero by being brave at the right time. Well, this was his chance.
Silently, he rolled out of the alcove, aimed for Darth Vader’s ankle, and accelerated at full power.
The knife hit something solid, and Stabby felt dazed. Vader did not fall down dead; he did not fall at all. He bent down and picked Stabby up.
Stabby froze in fear. Surely this was the end for him!
From inside the mask came a soft, raspy noise. In confusion, Stabby realized that Vader was laughing at him.
Vader turned to one of his troopers. “Take this back to my shuttle, and see that no one knows about it.”
The trooper took Stabby, eyeing him warily. “Yes, Lord Vader.”
Well, this was certainly going to be an adventure. Maybe Stabby was following in his master’s footsteps after all.
