#fic: jawbreaker

[witchywcmans]

peter parker & sloane bernstein. 🕸

except on midnights like this . . .

JAWBREAKER ━━ an older!peter parker au. READ HERE: ao3 | wattpad

[lets-try-some-writing]

Innocent Abominations

Optimus can feel it, he can feel the twisted nature of the Terrans. Logically he knows they are good, they are kind and wonderful sparklings who need only love and guidance to grow. But Primus... the Matrix screams that they. Must. Die.

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They were a dying race, that much was clear. The youngest amongst them was Bumblebee, and he had not even lived to see the height of Cybertron's glory. He was forged during the war and only knew its wrath. Such was their reality, where their youngest had been in existence for millennia. Without the Allspark, their people were doomed to extinction, a slow and agonizing end to a species that once dominated their corner of the galaxy and forged wonders greater than any others of their time.

As such, the enframing of newsparks should have been cause for increadible celebration... and yet, as Optimus looked upon the two sparklings that were bound to the human spawn born of Dorothy, he found himself conflicted. His spark sang with joy at the revelation of new life, regardless of its Earthly origin. The Terrans were forged on Earth, but all their scans showed they were most certainly Cybertronian down to the core of their CNA. The bonds they held with the humans were unusual, along with their ability to live without energon to fuel them, however aside from those oddities, they were normal. Twitch and Thrash were wonderfully innocent, both so very kind and untainted by the curse of war.

The parts of Optimus that remained Orion demanded he spend time with the new little lives that frolicked around him. However as he looked upon them, another part of his being, the places where the Matrix dug into his spark... they revolted in disgust. The Terrans were to the part of him that was changed to be a Prime, a disgrace, a taint, a threat. The Matrix prodded, it made its demands, and while it seemed hesitant, it grew adamant as it urged him onward, pushing him to draw his axe and end the sparklings before they could grow and become and anathema worthy of note. His nature from his time as Orion screamed in outrage at that idea, and thus, Optimus found himself forever at war with himself.

Twitch was such an excitable sparkling, so eager to learn and willing to mature. She would become a fantastic leader and a wise teacher given time. Thrash was similarly enthusiastic, but he was calmer, more inclined toward the calmer things in life, at least that is what Optimus predicted should the sparkling be given time. They were young, and while they learned much from humanity, they needed to recall their origins, to know their progenitor race. That was what the parts of Orion preached. At the same time, the Matrix grew increasingly upset the more he spoke with the Terrans, its anger and primal disgust growing more with every interaction. He needed to keep them safe, but he could not be near them, not while he was so volatile.

Thus, he gave the sparklings Bumblebee to be their teacher, and for their own safety, Optimus left. He threw himself into his work, unwilling to interact with the little Terrans for fear of the Matrix's anger growing hotter. He could sense them, every moment of every cycle... their presence on Earth forever lingering at the back of his processors for reasons he could not decipher. Why did the Matrix despise them? He did not know, the relic within him offered no answers. Still he tried to be there for the Terrans as much as he could by hiding them from G.H.O.S.T and periodically prodding Megatron until he would go visit them.

His careful time away ensured that the odd times he interacted with Thrash and Twitch, he remained composed. Combat protocols still ran beneath his plating, screaming and demanding activation, but it was manageable. He could still smile and offer the two Terrans words of wisdom and small amounts of affection. But touch? His whole being blanched when the Terrans came too near. He tried to keep Megatron and Bumblebee between him and the Terrans whenever possible. He couldn't be trusted around them, not when he was so very torn. Megatron found his behavior odd and questioned him a time or two, but usually Optimus's excuses worked and he was able to slip away without too much suspicion.

He could handle it. Just so long as the Terrans stayed a safe distance away, he could pretend, he could maintain a smile and not be drowned in the all encompassing desire to see them obliterated. Never more did he wish Ratchet were with him, or even a medic like First Aid or Ambulon. Someone, anyone, he just needed an explanation, or some sort of reason as to why he felt the way he did. The Matrix offered no answers despite the fact that his desire to raise young directly conflicted with its disgust toward the new sparklings. He knew no one would understand, he knew none would have an answer, and so he continued keeping to himself, doing everything in his power to destroy the pinpricks of primal hatred that constantly rattled his being.

Bumblebee: The Terrans are progressing well in their training. They have trouble focusing, and I admit that it is very irritating, but for their age, they are performing well.

Optimus: That is good to hear.

Bumblebee: I haven't seen you in a while Optimus, and I am sure the Terrans would love to hear from you again. They haven't seen you since the incident with Soundwave.

Optimus: No. I cannot do that. I cannot be near them.

Bumblebee: What? Optimus is something wrong?

Optimus: No, nothing that should concern you... just keep working with the Terrans. I will do my best to convince Megatron to visit in my stead. He is better acquainted with the Terrans anyway.

Bumblebee: But Sir-!

Optimus: Thank you for giving me your report Bumblebee. I hope to hear again from you soon.

It was hard enough keeping suspicion off him with just two Terrans constantly leaving his plating itching and some part of his being shifting unsettlingly. But then three more had to be forged, three more blessings that had Optimus's spark screaming in agony as his natures combatted. He had to grit his denta and clamp his field down tight enough to ache as he greeted the newsparks and learned their designations while planning for their attack against Mandroid. The humans didn't know. They didn't know what lurked amongst them. Neither did his fellows. They couldn't see, they couldn't sense the Terrans for what they were.

À̷̡̢̛̖̼͈̑̐̓́b̵̖͕͖͒̈̓́̌̚ớ̴̧̧̤̻̝͓͎̰̥̙̟͈͗͂̈́̄̀̈́͐̒ͅm̷̖̹͗̀̅͑̐͂i̷̤̗̰̳̞̜̦͕̲̐͋̑͜n̴̡̹̹̯̫̪̥̫̗̗͐̑̿͛̍̌̀́̑͆̕͝ͅä̸̧̦͖́̈̀̋t̷͎̱̠̻̰͇̹̱̫̓̈́̾̃́̀̈́͊̈̓͊̐͋i̸͇͙̮͚̪̽̓̀̊̉͑͒͐͋͒͂͘͜͠ŏ̴̱͍̳͇͕̮̠̞͈ͅṉ̶̤̺͇̼̠̳͉̘̟͚̜͑̔͋̏̿̓͑͌̿̄s̶̛͕̹̙̻̈́̒̉́̎̿̓̃̀͒̓͘. Ḯ̶̬͍̬͖͎̪͈̄̈̈̆͂̋̐͑̈́́͠ṇ̴͎͎̪̤͔̮͎͈͉̪̘́̃n̵̦͑̚̕͝ō̷̧̘͉͍͚̬̗̊̊͒̇̀́͝ͅc̶̛͙̰̳̮͕̃̉̀̾̂̇́̿̾̑́̌͂̾ȩ̵̡̛̝̻̺̜̰̮̪͈̠͙̖̀̋̐̉͜͜n̵̢͓͙̪̪̯̪̠̰̪̦̳̈̾͂̍͌̈͋͝͝ͅt̵̢̬͍͔͉̥͉͓͕̲̥͙̟̀ ̷͉͍̺̑́́̈́̓͜m̴̢̢͚̹̥̝̘̪̟̀ǫ̸͕̣̪̗͙̗͎̝̞̠͌̅͌̓͌̄̀̏̆́͑̅͋̏̚ͅǹ̷̨͍͈̱̄̿̎͂̍̓ͅs̵̛̯̆͛͊̽͒̋̑͂͆̌̔̅̚͠t̶̟͔̼̖̜̺̲̬̩͖̺͍̦̊́͊ẽ̸̬̻̯̫͙͕̞̱͋͗̀͋̔̈́̀̈́̊̀͘͘͜͝ŗ̶̯͔̩͇͂̄̂̈́̈́̄͒̎͊́̕̚̚͠͝ṣ̷̬̘̰̠̹̔̌̄͗̎̈́͗͑̈́͘.̴̡̤̻̲̗͔̋ͅ

His optics locked onto Hashtag as she walked, scanning her endlessly for weaknesses. His audials forever perked as he observed Jawbreaker, primed and ready to find the slightest hint of aggression. His axe burned within its compartment as he watched Nightshade frolic with joy, innocently pleased to be alive. Combat protocols itched with such intensity that he had to dig his digits into his own plating with ever leap into the air Twitch took. And he had to clamp his field down so harshly ever time Thrash even looked in his direction that he could tell Megatron knew something was wrong. He wanted, no, he NEEDED to end this threat. The vermin were spreading, their taint growing as they spawned more of their number. The humans were unwitting hosts, housing parasites that were going to devour them.

The taint was spreading, and the parts of him that remained Orion could no longer fight against the Matrix's truth. All that kept him from killing the Terrans right then and there was the more heretical threat in the form of mandroid. The Terrans managed to live a day longer and it was entirely because Megatron noted his barely contained bloodlust and sent them away.

Megatron took him back to headquarters and tried to prod. But Optimus said nothing, merely twitching every now and then as he retreated to his quarters. It BURNED. His plating itched every moment of every cycle he tried to keep himself composed. Any word of the Terrans nearly had him flinging himself into a rage. The Matrix ordered that they must die. While that which remained of Orion screamed in denial and desperation, it meant nothing against the all encompassing pinpricks that ran across his frame at all hours. It took time, but the desire only grew worse. With his last bout of empathy for the little things, he reached out to Megatron with a simple order.

Optimus: You must guard the Terrans, Megatron.

Megatron: Optimus, what's going on with you? You've been off since the moment the Terrans were forged.

Optimus: If you wish for those things to continue living, you must watch them, protect them, keep them away from ME.

Megatron: Optimus-

Optimus: It burns and aches, the Matrix has made its demand. I cannot keep it contained. Those things... those innocent little abominations... I cannot be near them.

Megatron: What in Primus's name has gotten into you? What has that relic done?

Optimus: Those things... the Terrans... it hates them, it despises them. It wishes them DEAD. If you care for them, do not let our paths cross. They will not leave my grasp unharmed next we meet.

Megatron: This isn't like you. I've never seen you like this before Optimus. Whatever this is, we can deal with it. It would be difficult, but Shockwave or Starscream may have knowledge of where our medics are.

Optimus: I am out of time Megatron. They are not like us, they are tainted. I will kill them the next time they are near. Do not let them near me. Do not make me kill those sparklings.

Megatron was shocked, but he listened. He did what he could to help by taking over reports from Bumblebee and taking up residence with the Malto family for their own safety. The Maltos were rightfully concerned, especially when Megatron began to forbid the Terrans from wandering without his supervision. They didn't understand, and if possible, Megatron intended to keep it that way. Bumblebee was quickly brought into the loop and together they kept dutiful watch, always tracking the Terrans and even getting Arcee and Elita involved in tender to the Terrans when possible.

The threat was growing, and they could sense it as a new presence made itself known night after night not long after they set their watch.

Optimus tried to stay away. He tried to keep calm. He TRIED to ignore the call. But nightmares haunted his every recharge cycles, visions of the Unmaker sending force an army of his spawn... his Terran abominations. His whole frame burned and agony assaulted his spark as the Matrix pulsed, sending shocks through his body as it demanded action. It showed him visions over and over again, causing Optimus to hide in his quarters as much as physically possible for the sake of his fellows. It meant little though when G.H.O.S.T began to make their moves and Optimus found himself creeping out of his quarters in the dead of night.

The call was too strong. He could not stop himself as night after night he tread silently through the forest, taking care to keep himself out of sight as he approached the Malto home. He did not wish to harm the humans, no, he merely needed to remove the parasites. He stayed at the edge of the tree line, watching, waiting, preparing himself for an opportunity to snatch away one of the abominations and destroy it. But he could not act, he could not move, not while Megatron and Bumblebee kept their optics locked onto him at the edge of the forest every night, ensuring he remained at bay. The Matrix would not stand for him harming his own. No... just the Terrans, just the abominations needed to be removed.

It became endless habit for him to stalk the edges of the woods around the Malto home, his gaze locked onto where the Terrans rested. Periodically he would try to step out, to make progress and come nearer, but Megatron and Bumblebee were dutiful. The moment their gazes locked onto him, he hurried back into the forest, waiting for an opportunity. It helped to be on the hunt, it caused the burning to fade as duty settled instead. But even that grew to be insufficient with time. He needed to eliminate the threat, there was no other option. And so slowly but surely over the course of weeks, he came nearer and nearer before allowing himself to retreat in response to Megatron and Bumblebee raising their weapons in his direction.

Nearer and nearer, bit by bit. Soon he would have his chance. Soon he could put an end to the threat. Soon... Soon...

H̶̡̘̭̭̀̀̅̇̀̐͐̐͝ẽ̶̮͇̖̠͚͕͋̾̀̈́ ̷͉̮̝̞̫͈̅̂͒͛̎̂͌͘ć̴̥̬͝ö̷̢̖̠̣́͒̀̔̂́̈́̊̕͘ų̴̡̧̜̭̤̖͖̬̇͐́̔̚l̵̢̺̦̣̦̠̘̭̮̀̃̔̀̕̕͜ḑ̷̥͔̰̦͓̳̏͊̊ ̷̧̥̳̖̼̹̒ͅḿ̷̥̲̰̩̤̦͉̻̠͔̂̿͑a̴̠̙̩̦̿ǩ̶̞͚̪̝͎͔̘̲͙̺̬͐̇͑̐̃̉̑̏ē̶̢͉̣̥̭̘͚̭̟̣͚͑̈̿̓̾̀͑̈́͐͌ ̴̛͔̝͚͖̣͙͓͈̦͎́̓̀̈́͂̊̀̏i̵̫̩̪̺̗̜͕̿͌̒ͅt̷͍͉̭͓͔̒̔̓ ̷̗̗͈͓̥̲̈́̾̎͊̿̐̈́̚̚͠͝š̴̰̈́t̶͎͉̗͕̏̏̑̏͋̓̆̀͜ő̴̘̦̋̒̍̔̊̒̄̈́͝p̶̡̦̳͉̞̳͍̒̓̌̊̂̊͌͋̕ ̵̣̘̰̲͍̭̱͊̋̉̊̋̈́̕h̶̬̰̯̺̓̏̀ự̷̪̺̀̍̐̐̎͌͆̚͘͝ṙ̷̢̺͖͗͌̇̂͛̌̈̊t̴̡̰̼̣̘̯̠̝͙̍̀̂̽̂̚ĩ̵̖͈̝͐͆͊̈́̕͠n̸͇̺̠̝͙̅̐g̷̜̼͈̥̓̂͌͐̂̎̎̐͝

[i-mean-technically]

meant to finish this aaaaages ago for @them4ng0 based on their art here and here!

no warnings, just cute fluff uwu enjoy!

“This is going to be a wonderfully bad idea.”

“Nonsense, Megatron!” Optimist Prime said cheerfully. It was closing in on fall and the air was crisp. It was Megatron’s favorite season in this part of the continent. Optimus’ engine rumbled as he shifted gears, slowing down as he turned off the main road and Megatron followed. “The younglings deserve to have a treat, and the Terrans can’t share with Morgan and Robbie.”

“So you want to be the one to give newsparks candy?” Megatron asked, following above and behind the truck.

“Of course! Wheeljack made this batch specifically for them, I’m not not going to give it to them.”

“Then you get to deal with the hyped up fledgling and her equally tiring siblings.”

“I’m sure it won’t be that bad, have a little faith,” Optimus had to slow to a near crawl to go down the driveway of the Maltos and Megatron was once again thankful he was capable of flight as he watched Optimus’ chassis rattle and bounce. “They’re only younglings.”

“Famous last words,” Megatron muttered as the Malto farm came into view. He spotted Twitch’s excited waving before he heard Mo’s scream of joy.

“Mister Optimus!”

Megatron had manners, and so lowered himself on his landing gears before transforming. Human architecture was so fragile in that regard, and from what Dorothy had told him her house was old. And therefore even more fragile than typical human homes.

“Hi, Megatron!”

Megatron kneeled to greet the human children, lowering his hand for Mo to trustingly leap on, “Hello, Mo.”

“Are you guys here to wish me a happy three-fourths birthday?” She asked with a bright gapped-toothed grin, hair bouncing as she settled.

Chuckling, Megatron shook his head. “No, I’m afraid not. But happy three and a quarter birthday.”

“Thanks!” Mo sat cross legged in his hand as he stood again. He was no longer afraid of handling the humans, but when it came to Dorothy’s children Megatron tended to take extra care. Fearless as they were, they were just as breakable. “Sooooo… whatcha dooooooin’?”

Megatron felt a spark of mischief and smiled down at Mo. “Optimus has candy for your siblings,” he whispered, feeling his smile widen at her gasp of surprised glee.

“Optimus has CANDY?!” She nearly shrieked, and Megatron watched as the terrans all paused, then started shouting at once, rushing poor Optimus to tug at his armor.

He started laughing as Optimus yelped in shock, trying to walk forward even as he was swarmed. “Megatron!”

“What?” Megatron replied, trying to choke back his laughter. Mo was a giggling lump in his hand. “I didn’t do anything!”

“I was-,” Optimus cut himself off with another yelp, wobbling in the air on one foot as Hashtag scaled his back and Jawbreaker hung off his arm. “I was going to give it to them later.”

“Oops.” He was completely unrepent.

“Alright, alright,” Optimus said loudly, scruffing Thrash from where he was inching up Optimus’ arm. With his free hand he reached into his subspace and pulled out the box of goodies, immediately having to raise it high above his head to avoid all the younglings making a desperate lunge for it. “One at a time!”

Megatron had made his way over by the barn at this point and it suddenly occurred to him as he watched Twitch’s pupils dilate to three times their normal size that they probably should have gotten Dorothy’s permission to give her children candy. It was too late by this point, and Megatron just settled in to watch the show.

Many hours, and an empty energon goodie container later, and Megatron was covered in passed out Terrans after helping Optimus chase them down on their ‘sugar high’. Thrash was limp on his head, little fingers having dug into the edge of the plating to hang on. Jawbreaker was snoring faintly against his chassis, arms down by his sides and settled against Megatron’s hip. His other arm was occupied with Hashtag, who was somehow still awake and groaning faintly with every step he took. “It’s your own fault,” he had informed her when she had complained of a stomach ache.

Glancing back at Optimus showed that he was only in a better position than him because he was carrying less. Nightshade had been all but thrown over Optimus’ shoulder while Twitch drooled on his other arm, all but curled up in his hand.

They were all so young it was almost painful.

“I think they’re all finally asleep,” Optimus whispered, clearly afraid of waking them all back up.

“Good. I’m blaming you for this,” Megatron said as he stepped carefully over a fallen log, trying not to drop the children in his arms.

“What? You’re the one who-”

“I did no such thing,” he said through a snicker, relaxing as the Malto farm came into view. “You have no proof that I did anything. Meanwhile…”

He knew the moment that Optimus saw Dorothy, the heavy steps behind him pausing before reluctantly starting up again. “You’re the one who gave her children candy.”

“Traitor,” Optimus muttered and Megatron smiled at Twitch when Optimus passed him.

“I can live with that.”

[heytherecentaurs]

If after a Crown of Candy Joren rejoined Candia proper and entered the Concord now that Amethar is Emperor, no longer existing as a rogue state, he would regain his title of Prince in addition to being a Duke and in doing so would make Liam a prince as well. Because the Candian monarchy appears to be modelled generally after the British one, Liam receives the title of Prince because his father was the son of the king and remains a Count of Freezyberg because that is a title of peerage.

This would mean that Duchess Primsy Coldbottle isn't courting a humble Count as she says in that sweet scene where she asks him to hold hands and go for a walk but a Prince of Candia in the line of succession for the Candian throne.

Just some stuff to think about.

[the-iceni-bitch]

On the Tip of My Tongue

Kinkmas Day 9: Dirty Talk

Relationship: Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (jawbreaker and sugar, NLLYL)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Andy really is going to be the death of TJ.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (all just dirty talk, but it’s nasty, salad tossing, unprotected anal sex, feminization, bimbofication, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, big ass daddy kink), age gap (not mentioned but present), ANDY’S MOUTH, baby TJ being all flustered and cute, mentions of waxing, lingerie, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Andy is going to kill ALL OF US, holy fucking shit.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

TJ was shaking. He could hear the ice in his drink tinkling against the glass when he brought it to his lips as he struggled to get himself under control.

But he couldn’t, and it was all Andy’s fault.

“God you smell so fucking good.” TJ tried his best not to whimper when Andy growled in his ear again, the feeling of the older man’s arm sliding around his waist and squeezing making his knees weak as he just looked at the bottom of his soda glass. “Like sex and vanilla. I bet that boy pussy smells even better, wanna suffocate myself in it while I make you squeal, sugar.”

He was sure he was going to start sobbing and begging Andy to fuck him if this kept up, fuck the fact that they were surrounded by Andy’s partners and clients at the firm’s holiday party, TJ’s prick had been hard for the past half hour and it didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

Maybe he should have waited to show Andy his surprise until after they got back to his house, but he wanted to tease his Daddy. How was he supposed to know that telling Andy he’d gotten everything waxed and given him a little peek at the dark green panties he was wearing would turn him into… this? Damn Johnny for telling him to be more forward, as soon as he saw that asshole here he was going to smack him, or kiss him, he couldn’t decide.

“Know that cunt is so goddamn soft and warm now, I wanna make it wet.” Andy was so worked up TJ was sure he was only seconds away from actually ripping the well-tailored suit right off his body and eating him out with an audience. “Make a fucking feast out of that pretty pink hole. Are you extra sensitive, sugar? Are those soft little panties making that pretty prick of yours leak for your Daddy?”

They were, all TJ could do was nod as he blushed up to his ears, batting his eyelashes like a little coquette as he gazed at Andy and not helping the situation at all. He couldn’t look at the man for long though, the intensity in his eyes making his gut burn and his head swim as he fought the urge to bare his throat and whine.

“So fucking pink and sweet for your Daddy.” TJ could feel Andy’s smile against his cheek when he choked on a whimper, trying not to openly pant when he felt teeth scraping against the shell of his ear while he picked out a spot on the wall to stare at. “Poor little thing. And I would’ve made you feel so good, baby boy, would’ve taken my time kissing and licking that pretty, smooth little pussy until it opened up for Daddy before I fucked you nice and slow. But you had to be mean and tease your Daddy.”

Oh no…

“Daddy was gonna be so nice, sugar, was gonna give you just one before we left, was gonna make sure you felt it in your toes and got all syrupy sweet for me since you had to be on my arm all night.” Andy took a sip of his bourbon and smiled when TJ let out a pathetic hiccup, nuzzling against the younger man’s temple and purring as he kept detailing exactly what he was going to do to him. “You made me wait, though, and fuck, baby, I’m gonna wreck that boy cunt.”

TJ was sure everyone saw him jump when Andy bit his ear and slid his hand down to grab his ass, barely swallowing his squeal when Andy’s fingers slipped even lower until they were teasing along his taint over his trousers. Someone was going to see them, or hear the way TJ was practically keening each time he breathed. Andy was being so brazen, and as embarrassed as TJ knew he should be, all he could feel was warm and aroused and achy in his core.

“I’m gonna eat that pussy like a fucking buffet, gonna make that smooth, pretty cunt so fucking wet and messy it makes a stain on my damn sheets.” Andy was so close, TJ felt like he was suffocating in the man, like he was about to be shoved up against a wall and have every single breath stolen from his lungs. “Want it all slick and swollen for Daddy’s dick, it’s gonna look so pretty swallowing my cock whole, gonna feel so fucking good when I dig into that sweet spot until my balls are nestled right up against that soft skin. Then I’m gonna fuck you, look at me.”

Andy was gentle when he gripped TJ’s chin and tilted his face up to his, but the look in his eyes was absolutely feral. It made TJ start vibrating as his entire body drew tight with anticipation, his breath shallow and warm against Andy’s lips while he looked at him stupidly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sugar.” He wasn’t sure if it was just the anxiety of the situation, but Andy had never seemed bigger than he did right now, and it had TJ swooning. “Gonna make that pussy squirt, you’re gonna come so hard. And I’m not gonna stop, your tight little cunt is gonna come on Daddy’s dick so many times you won’t be able to walk, I’m gonna ruin you, gonna use that sweet body of yours however I want until you’re jelly. You aren’t even gonna be able to hold on all the cum I’m going to pump into that pussy. You feel how fucking full I am for you, sugar?”

Andy groaned as he grabbed TJ’s hand and pressed it against his bulge, the way his baby gasped when he dragged his palm down until he was cupping his balls making him barely hang onto his composure as he smashed their lips together. TJ couldn’t handle it, he was done, if Andy didn’t do everything he had just detailed within the next ten minutes he was going to explode.

“Daddy…”

[monocle-teacup]

So I wanted to try writing something with the Terrans in order to get their voices down so here's a fic about Twitch booping Final Form Mandroid.

Boop

It was Hashtag’s idea after browsing online. She still wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea that Mandroid was around, but she made up for it by finding new ways to torment him. When she told the other Terrans about it, they were all for it, except Nightshade. They had been spending time with the scientist lately, so they were becoming more aware of the man’s personality and habits.

“I don’t think this is a wise idea.” Nightshade said before the group entered Mandroid’s lab.

Their siblings looked at them.

“Mandroid’s been okay with us pulling on his tail and he doesn’t seem as mean anymore, so why not?” Twitch asked.

The owl gestured with their hand. “Even though his head is behind glass, he probably won’t appreciate you ‘getting in his face’, for lack of a better way to describe it.”

Thrash scoffed, crossing his arms. “After everything he’s done, he can deal with it.”

Jawbreaker fidgeted. “What if he gets really mad though?”

Hashtag touched his shoulder. “If he tries anything, he won’t get away with it.”

The robots entered the lab and as usual, the man was at his work bench, oblivious to their arrival.

Nightshade sighed. “If you insist on doing this, now would be the perfect time. He appears to be preoccupied with whatever he’s working on. You should use caution though. If it’s something really delicate, he’ll be furious if you cause him to make a mistake.”

Taking a look at her siblings, Twitch flew closer to the scientist. The others stayed where they were and waited. She volunteered to be the one to boop Mandroid since she was the leader. Also, he weirdly enough seemed to like her on some level. He got along pretty well with Nightshade because of their shared love of tech.

The scientist’s tail was leisurely swaying back and forth which meant that he was in a good mood. Remembering Nightshade’s advice, the drone hovered above him to double check what he was tinkering with. She had no idea whether it counted as delicate so she decided to wait and see if he stopped.

Hanging upside down, she watched as he worked. She was kind of impressed at how oblivious he could get. It’s what made her decide to randomly pull on his tail one day.

Her chance came when he put his tool down. Still upside down, she lowered herself and tapped his main window. There was the sound of a clink, causing him to look up in annoyance.

“Boop!” she said.

His irritation was replaced by confusion. “What?”

“I’m booping you! See?” Her index finger touched the glass again. “Boop!”

He sighed. “Your commitment to finding ways of tormenting me is aggravating as it is impressive.”

[riosnecktattoo]

The way I love for athlete Rio, jawbreaker Rio will forever be my favorite Rio

Athlete Rio my beloved 💚

And ahhh yes I loved writing Jawbreaker Rio so much I miss it he was yearningggg 🥹 I thought it had only been a year since that fic not nearly two, I hate time!

[wolfpants]

the farther I fall, I'm beside you (a drarry murder boyfriends one-shot)

Draco stopped questioning those kisses years ago.

Stopped asking himself what he did to deserve them.

Stopped asking himself if he was a truly good person, or a truly bad one.

Stopped looking for either of those things in Harry too, and accepted the undeniable truth that both of them are neither.

🖤🩸🗡️❤️

What happens when you accidentally kill your friend during a birthday prank gone wrong? You ask your Master of Death boyfriend for help, of course.

Tags and CWs: EWE, dead dove: do not eat, Murder Boyfriends, minor character death (Theo Nott), POV Draco, bathing/washing, mild blood, competent!Harry, possessive!Harry, more than morally grey like morally charcoal black, misuse of food, Auror!Harry, Ministry Worker!Draco, Master of Death themes, sexual content (more explicit smut tags in the link)

The Farther I Fall, I'm Beside You | Rated E | 2.3k words

Read on ao3

[thecreelhouse]

A near miss or a close call? / I keep a room at the hospital / I scratch my accidents into the wall / I couldn't wait to breathe your breath / I cut in line, I bled to death / I got to you, there was nothing left

[theforeigngirl16-blog]

So, I'm learning how to do digital art 😌🙈 and here's a drawing of the leading ladies as a high school clique✨🐝 I'm tempted to draw the guys as well, maybe Anthony as a jock? Or class president?

Any who, I really liked it, and I wanted to share it.

[witchywcmans]

JAWBREAKER ━━ the chapter list.

PAIRING ━━ TASM!Older!Peter Parker/Original Female Character

SUMMARY ━━ Sloane is sent back to Queens on a reporting assignment surrounding the deaths of two teenage girls and a possible serial killer on the loose named the Jawbreaker. Her boss suggests that local masked vigilante, Spider-Man, might have information regarding the case, but the hero is out of his prime years and has slowly faded into obscurity. And then she meets smart and scruffy Peter Parker, who promises her a meeting with the enigmatic superhero. Little did she realize that from there, all hell was going to break loose.

WARNINGS ━━ This story is rated 18+. Please be aware this fic features explicit smut, explicit violence, PTSD, alcoholism, Munchausen by Proxy syndrome, cursing, character deaths, and other adult subject matters.

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TAGLIST ━━ @bubblebuttwade @thoserthebestkind​ @klarolineepiclove @eclecticwildflowers (want to be added? send me an ask or dm!)

[superspookyjanelle]

PAIRING AESTHETIC; Primsy Coldbottle x Ginny Granger x Liam Wilhelmina ( happy version )

Ginny: Come on, Primsy. Nobody actually believes that Liam is in love with me.

Primsy, to the house of rocks: Raise your hand if you think that Liam is helplessly in love with Ginny.

*Everyone raises their hand*

Ginny: Liam, put your hand down.

TAGGING: @witchofinterest @fiercefray @sweetenemyfire @eddysocs @nikolai-lantsv @arrthurpendragon @waterloou @villanele @bookstorebunny @roseygirl203 @valdrinors

[onsunnyside]

really miss your jawbreaker/jake wyler fics </3

aw I miss him too !! He was so lovesick and I love hot girl!reader 🥰 reminds me of the early 2000s

[sincericida]

Do you have any favorite Peter smut fics to recommend? I'm in need something spicy! I'll take anything you can think of!

Dear, if you want to turn up your temperature with some of the smut fics I’ve read recently, here are a few:

So, So Mean, by @lovelettersforthedamned

Smitten, Peter's Angel, The Ruler and The Killer, Peter and a Cam Girl, Enraptured, Doing so Well, Not so Innocent, The Goddess, In The Dark, Cheating With Peter, Phone Sex, and my favorite ever Back to Basics, by @blooming-violets

Love on the Brain: Sugar & Vice, vol 2, Sugar and Vice, Sweet Dreams, These Violet Delights, by @liz-allyn

Bondage, Mattress Acting, by @reysdriver

August Slipped Away by @peterthepark

Symbiote mini series by @mrshipsmcgee

Florence series by @periprose

Dulcet by @jamespottersdaisy

Quiet Temptations by @parkerpeter24

Sparks Fly by @mortwig

Jawbreaker by @witchywcmans

The Angel In The Garden of Evil series, In Your Boss’s Office, Professor Peter Parker by @backtothefanfiction

'Til Kingdom Come by @pedrito-friskito

Masterlist of @withahappyrefrain

This fic of @deviouz

Going to The Edge of Heaven by @multifandomworldsposts

Another Love series by @abibliophobiaa

Too Close For Comfort by @lovelettersforthedamned

Thick and Thin by @ficthots

Daddy Issues seeries by @venus616

I’m Holding my Breath for You by @lxinesux

There must be others I’ve read, but I’ve read so much fanfic… You must find more things in this tag [peter parker fanfic] that I usually put in the fics I reblogged.

Thank you to all the writers on Tumblr!

[my-writings-and-musings]

The always awesome @stratofall006 and I did an art/fic swap and I asked for Earthspark Bumblebee with a sparkling strapped to his chest. I was not disappointed to say the very least LOOK AT HIM!!!

I was so inspired, in fact, I just had to write a short little something based on the image. Set sometime after Season 1 where Bee and Breakdown have had a bitlet and our beloved Scout is trying to teach his students. I couldn't think of a name for the bitty so just use your imagination.

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"Kids, my optics are up here."

The five Terrans seated before him in their makeshift outdoor classroom all shrunk upon being called out, but Bumblebee was hardly angry even at the umpteenth interruption. He couldn't blame the kids for struggling to focus, as the tiny bundle strapped to his chest was taking up a sizable chunk of his own attention as well, and they were all struggling to return to the old routine now that he was no longer carrying. Most of his negative emotions were bound up in how delayed Optimus had been in informing him that Breakdown would be needed for a field mission today, leaving him to multitask between teaching and parenting with almost no forewarning...

"Sorry, Bee." Twitch apologized sincerely, big orange optics bringing a soft smile to his face as she tried not to look at the sparkling.

"We really are trying!" Thrash added just as emphatically, making his teacher chuckle in appreciation. If nothing else, their commitment meant a lot to him. The bitlet on his chassis stirred at his laughter, compelling him to look down as her tiny servos flexed for the sky and her stubby pedes kicked in amusement.

"She's just sooo cute!" Hashtag spoke up, saying what they were all thinking. Bumblebee couldn't deny he and Breakdown had produced one of the cutest bitlets he'd ever seen, and that in her harness said cuteness was on full display, rounded frame bouncing in the straps as her optics continued to look around her audience. He was about to try and redirect his class when Hashtag squealed once more at the adorable antics. "Look, she's sticking her tongue out!"

Blowing a messy raspberry for no particular reason, the bitlet quieted when he directed her stubby servo to her mouth, compelling the little one to nom on it. Trying to get the class back on track, the Scout turned teacher turned parent remembered where he'd been interrupted and got back to teaching.

"I know she's cute, but we've got a lot to get through today. Back on topic; the key to remaining undiscovered is to focus-"

"How precious, she's waving at me!" Nightshade interrupted as they clasped their servos together, once more bringing attention to the sparkling. Bumblebee couldn't deny the way they flapped their arms was beyond amusing, and he began to wonder just how on Earth he was supposed to get through his lesson as Nightshade returned the gesture with a polite wave of their claws. "Hello there, little one!"

"Kids-"

"She's waving at me now!" Jawbreaker gushed as the bitlet swapped arms to wave in his direction, compelling Bumblebee to sigh as he completely lost control once more. Not having the energy to keep this up much longer, he considered telling Optimus that unless he wanted the Terrans to fall even more behind on their training, the big bot would start planning to schedule a babysitter when he pulled bots for mission duty. He already knew Breakdown would be handling most of the sparkling related chores tonight...

A tiny sneeze against his chassis brought him out of his dissatisfied quiet, instincts compelling him to check over the sparkling even though he found she had merely had a tickle in her nose. To his students, however, each new action was the most adorable thing they'd ever seen. Their glowing optics told him that a sneeze was no exception.

"Oh my gosh, I got that on film! Let me share it to the group chat!" Hashtag proclaimed as she rapidly tapped away on her tablet, sharing the video with everyone in their circle as the group once more descended into chaos. Sighing as he briefly dipped into the background, the Scout offered a digit to his sparkling and allowed her to chew on it as his students all vied for her attention. Not having the energy to handle much more, he decided to cut his losses and accept that the lesson was done for the day.

"Alright, everyone, let's just... enjoy a day off for now. We'll take it from the top tomorrow." he announced over the din of five excited Terrans, who were now focused on going through the digital album of pictures and videos they'd put together of his sparklings short but precious existence. Not too put off by the chance for a well earned rest, he sat down on a broad stone and allowed the bitlet to continue nomming on his digit, glad that at least one bot was focused on him.

[the-iceni-bitch]

I Caught it Bad

Kinktober Day 15: Innocence

Relationship: Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (jawbreaker and sugar NLLYL AU)

Words: ~1.9K

Summary: TJ is so glad he waited for Andy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (anal fingering, salad tossing, protected anal sex, loss of virginity, dirty talk, feminization, daddy kink, soft sex) hints of first love, age gap (not mentioned but it’s there), established relationship, m/m relationship, softest of boys, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They’re just so sweet and fluffy and I never want anything bad to happen to them 😭 (and nothing ever will)

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

TJ let out a sad little hiccup when Andy slid a third finger inside him, his breathing tortured and ragged as he rubbed his cheek against the sheet and dug his fingers into the bedding while he rolled his hips under his boyfriend.

“Keep breathing, sugar, you’re still doing good?” Andy rested his forehead against TJ’s temple and frowned softly until the younger man slowly blinked his eyes open. “We can stop if it’s too much, honey…”

“N-no, please.” If Andy stopped what he was doing TJ was pretty sure he would start crying, arching his back and doing his best to fix his gaze on Andy’s over his shoulder while he tried not to get overwhelmed by everything he was feeling. “Don’t stop, I want it, want you.”

“Okay, you’ve gotta relax for me, sugar, I don’t want to hurt you.” Andy kissed TJ’s cheek when he let out another pathetic sound, purring when he felt him clench around his fingers and started to trail his lips down his shoulder. “Just trust me, baby.”

“Yeah, mmm…” TJ let his eyes flutter closed again as he whined while Andy moved lower, his thighs trembling when Andy’s fingers curled against that perfect spot inside him as he rested his head against the small of his back. He couldn’t believe he’d waited so long to do this, everything felt so fucking good. “What…”

The first brush of Andy’s lips against his wide stretched hole made TJ squeal, his feet kicking wildly as his entire body seemed to thrum with pleasure and he was pretty sure he was blushing up to his ears. All his practice to maintain his composure and of course he lost his cool like the virgin he was the first time he felt a mouth on his asshole.

“Andy… Andy!” TJ’s voice was just a squeak while he tried to get himself back under control, but it was impossible with the way Andy was kissing his ass almost tenderly and he was just glad he was on his stomach and couldn’t see the man because he was sure if he could his brain would break.

“Shhh, that’s my good boy.” Andy dragged his tongue over TJ’s puffy rim and let out a pleased growl when he was rewarded with another high pitched cry, burying his face between the younger man’s cheeks and letting his own drool drip down his beard as he made a sloppy meal out of TJ and started to pump his fingers into him. “Such a pretty little pussy, so tight and fucking sweet, can’t believe you saved this perfect boy cunt all for me, sugar.”

Oh…oh. TJ had to bring his hands up to cover his face when he started literally sobbing as he fell apart for what he was sure was only the first time of the night while Andy kept cooing about his pussy, his mind feeling like it was becoming completely untethered from the rest of his body while he shook uncontrollably and he felt sticky wetness spurting against his stomach. Even though he felt as though he should be utterly humiliated at the way he was reacting to every single thing Andy was doing to him, he could only feel safe and satisfied and like he never wanted it to end.

The sudden loss of Andy’s touch made TJ whimper, dragging his eyes open so he could pout at the older man over his shoulder, at least until he heard him tear open the packet for a condom and then he was drooling as he watched Andy roll it over his dick. He was so fucking thick, even with all the prep, TJ wasn’t totally sure he was going to be able to take all of him. But he’d never wanted anything more in his entire life.

“That’s it, sugar, so fucking good.” Andy cooed softly as he stretched his whole body over TJ’s, kissing his cheek gently after pulling his hands away from his face so he could gaze into his eyes. “Keep relaxing for me, honey, we’re gonna go slow.”

“Ye… oh god.” TJ bit his lip and keened when Andy guided his cock to tease against his little hole, his eyes rolling back in his head when the fat tip slipped inside him just barely and he forgot to breathe for a second until Andy started encouraging him.

“God, how are you so perfect, baby? Fuck…” the way Andy was groaning against his cheek had TJ feeling like he was going to come again, his asshole fluttering around the head of Andy’s cock while he kept whining and rolling his body mindlessly at Andy’s words. “Just give it a second… there ya go.”

As soon as he felt TJ relax Andy slid in another inch, winding his fingers through TJ’s and pinning his hands above his head while his boy just kept whimpering for him. If TJ had been able to focus his vision at all he would have lost it at the sight of Andy’s face screwed up in concentration, but the feeling of his warm breath huffing against his cheek as he grunted and purred was already making his cock twitch.

“Ple-please, oh please…” TJ felt unbelievably warm and syrupy sweet when Andy pushed in further, unable to focus on anything except how full he was already as his mouth ran in a practically incoherent babble while he arched his back even more. “S’good, oh, ‘s so good…”

“I know sugar, Jesus Christ.” Andy’s breath was shaky in TJ’s ear when his hips finally met his ass, his entire body caging TJ in and pinning him to the bed as he took a moment to let his baby adjust. “Let me in like a damn natural, my good boy, so fucking pretty like this. I’m gonna move now, honey.”

TJ just whined long and high at the first grind of Andy’s hips and knew that he was never going to recover from this, unable to close his mouth while Andy started rolling his hips all slow and deep and fucking perfect and he could only cry and drool like a baby. He could feel Andy everywhere, his cock inside him and his chest against his back and his lips pressed to his cheek, he never wanted it to end, his blood rushing in his ears and his mind empty as he barely registered the sweet talk Andy was pouring into his ear.

“My sweet boy… perfect little body… so fucking tight…” Andy’s voice was almost wretched when he sucked on TJ’s ear, his hips starting to move a little faster when he heard a soft sob and felt TJ’s body jolt at the same time he clenched around his cock. “You were made for this, sugar, make me want to be inside you all the damn time.”

“Ah… mmm fuck!” The first real thrust of Andy’s hips made TJ lose his damn mind, trying his best to weakly shove his ass back onto Andy’s cock so he would keep hitting that spot, not that he needed the help, his eyes falling closed and his head rolling lazily on his shoulders while he felt his pleasure starting to build fast. “Oh… Daddy!”

He may not have realized what he’d said, but the sudden vicious growl in his ear and the way Andy’s massive hand was suddenly cupping his jaw while the older man made pleased noises and snapped his hips against his ass let TJ know he did good. TJ started practically preening while Andy moved his lips all over his face, the hand that wasn’t cradling his face winding around his waist and holding him tightly to him while he fucked TJ like it was he was trying to destroy him.

“That’s right, sugar, Daddy’s good boy.” Andy sucked on the hinge of his jaw and TJ could only moan while his cock started twitching wildly where it was pinned to the bed. “Gonna take such good care of you, baby. You gonna let Daddy spoil you? Gonna let me make this tight little body feel good all the fucking time? Let me fuck and lick this little pussy and play with your pretty prick whenever you want?”

“Mmmm, yes Daddy.” TJ was entirely lost in bliss and completely unaware of anything that was coming out of his mouth except for the fact that every time he spoke right now it was making Andy very happy. “Wan’ it, Daddy, ‘m gonna come, Daddy please…”

“Of course, sugar, ‘s Daddy’s job to make you come, want it, please baby.” The sound of Andy almost begging him just pushed TJ further, his toes curling when he drove deep again as his beard scratched against TJ’s soft cheek. “Come for me, honey, come for your Daddy, be my sweet boy.”

TJ sobbed when his balls drew tight and his whole body arched back on itself, his cum spurting against his stomach and making the sheets stick to his sweaty skin even more. His soft cry of “Daddy” as he utterly lost himself had Andy following right after him, the older man’s body practically collapsing on top of TJ while he let out the yummiest groan and slowed the pumping of his hips while he filled the condom.

They could have been laying there tangled together for minutes or hours, TJ honestly didn’t know, he just knew that some indeterminate amount of time later he felt Andy kiss his cheek and slowly pull out of him and he decided that he did not like the way it felt when his ass wasn’t stuffed full of Andy’s cock. But then Andy rolled him over and was kissing him like he was the air he breathed and it was hard to be pouty when that was happening.

“Baby, oh my god.” Andy’s smile was almost rapturous when he pulled back to gaze into TJ’s eyes and TJ decided that there was nothing more beautiful in the whole world than this man. “Was it okay, honey? Everything felt good?”

“Oh my god, only you could make me have two explosive orgasms my first time getting fucked and then ask me if everything felt good. It felt fucking amazing.” TJ returned Andy’s grin and wound his arms around his neck until he started to remember some things that he had said and felt a flush starting to creep up his chest. “Wait… did I… did I call you ‘Daddy’?”

“Ahem, yeah, you did.” Oh, the man looked far too pleased with himself, shaking his head when TJ started to try to splutter out a protest and just kissing him again until he relaxed again. “And you’re gonna keep doing it. Because I gotta tell you, I think I might throw a fit if I never heard that word from your mouth again, Teej. Makes me want to give you everything.”

“Shut up, what else could you possibly give me?” Fuck, TJ was in love with the man, what a cliché he was, falling for the man who popped his cherry. “I just want you, anyway… Daddy.”

“Well, you’ve fucking got me, sugar.”