#source: robot hugs

[capndragn94]

Adora: Is there anything else that would help you feel better?

Catra: Can you gently pat me while I make pathetic sounds of distress?

Adora: Of course.

[brahmenbones]

GRABS MD TUMBLR AGGRESSIVLY

Omgeee hii!!!!

[bird-in-the-space]

The Mysterious Painter of Cybertron

Imagine being reincarnated as a transformer on Cybertron and becoming a painter.

Warnings: death, reincarnation, mentions of cybertron's caste system, a bit of discrimination, a bit of lazy writing, and mentions of the war.

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- Imagine spending the last moments of your life in the hospital, listening to the beeps of the life support and watching life pass by through the window. You already bid your goodbyes to your family and friends, who grieved and hugged you for the last time. After years of fighting cancer, you decided to put an end to it and admit defeat. You rather fall into endless sleep than spend more time of your life in a hospital, bedridden, and going through chemo after chemo. It was sad, but you were at peace with your impending fate. 

- You have spent your time wisely before coming to the hospital. You experienced everything you wanted. You drew and painted the last of the art pieces you could and witnessed firsthand the people’s joy and awe at seeing your art. Your life as a painter had come to fulfillment. There was now nothing else you wanted to do. You were content and ready to travel to the unknown. 

- You close your eyes, feeling the warmth of the sunlight on your face and smelling the scent of the flowers near your bed one last time. You took your last breath, feeling yourself pass, unable to open your eyes any longer. 

- You imagined many things you might face when your soul finally left your body and you wandered into the unknown realm of the dead. However, you did not expect to hear sounds and open your eyes to a completely different world, filled with mechanical beings, in a body of a giant robot. 

- You barely had time to process what was happening. You and many others were greeted by another robotic being, who welcomed you as a new generation of transformers on Cybertron. 

- It clicked sometime later that you had reincarnated or been born into a new life. But strangely, you still remembered your previous life as a human. 

- However, you were not frightened by the new situation. You decided to take your previous name as your designation and embrace your new life in this strange world. 

- You marveled the strangeness of this new world. It was unlike anything you had seen in your life as a human. Everything was mechanical and you had a unique ability to change shape. It was beautiful. The culture, the history, everything was new and you wanted to explore all of it. But like all beautiful things, there were ugly sides to this world. 

- You found out Cybertron operated on a caste system. You were given a job based on your alt-form, and though you did not end up with a bad profession and were treated well by your new colleagues, you could not help but feel sadness and watch how the lower-class bots were treated. You saw how they were forced to work in dangerous places and how they were treated like lesser beings, even if their professions were one of Cybertron’s vital sources of energon, the sustenance, and the lifeblood of transformers. 

- It reminded you how humanity used to operate, and unnoticeably still did even in modern times. 

- You wished you could do something to change that, but due to your own status in the system— your options were limited. Even if you were not part of the lower class, you weren’t part of the higher class either. You were somewhere in the middle. 

- You utilized your skills and knowledge from your previous life, which earned you a safe position. You learned new necessary skills to survive in the system, helping the less fortunate whenever you could. 

- You made many friends, even a few from the higher class, who did not view the lower class the way most did. 

- After some time, you began to yearn for your previous home and the beauty of organic nature. Cybertron was beautiful in its own way, but you did not deny your desire to share the beauty of organic fauna and flora, especially when these transformers knew very little about them. 

- It made you think of your previous passion for arts, so you began sketching and painting during your free time, using supplies your credits allowed. 

- You painted whatever you could from memory, painting flowers and landscapes you painted before. You considered applying yourself as a student to a research institute, but due to your status – you couldn’t. 

- Your friends were enamored with your art pieces. Even your friends from the higher class were intrigued. They suggested you try selling them, and the idea appealed to you. Perhaps you finally found an opportunity to support the bots in the lower class. Unfortunately, you had to drop the idea when you failed to sell even one of your art pieces. The idea of a nameless middle-class bot painting such pieces simply did not gain any attention. 

- It was a low blow to your esteem, but you then found a way to overcome that through one of your friends, who was a higher-class bot. By putting their name on your paintings and claiming to be the artist behind them, your art finally gained attention and started to sell. Wanting to help the lower class, you and your friend agreed to donate the funds to support charities and the less fortunate. 

- They did feel bad taking the credit for your work, but you did not mind, since you finally found a way to help the lower-class bots. It also provided you with more art supplies, allowing you to continue painting and making new art pieces. 

- Even if your friend was the one who gained the fame and the marvel for your art, you were happy. Some researchers even became interested in organic life, which was a win for you. 

- You sometimes wandered into the sectors and levels where the lower class lived, painting portraits of flowers and landscapes into the empty walls of the streets. It was your way of giving the lower class something beautiful to look at. They would look at you with suspicion whenever you came, but then gaze in wonder when you painted something they had never seen before.

- Whenever some of them mustered the courage to come and talk to you, asking about the paintings, you would happily tell them what they were and their meanings, which would leave them even more in awe. 

- You were considered strange and even your name felt unusual. However, you were then regarded with respect, for your artistic skills and kind nature toward others. Some thought you were some kind of researcher due to your knowledge of the organic flora, but even so, the paintings you created on the walls and concerns of what they considered slump were left untouched. 

- It was silent appreciation and you even noticed some of them chase away vandals who attempted to ruin your work. It warmed your spark, even if not all of them appreciated your small gifts of art. 

- Unknowns to you, your small paintings would last even when the war between Autobots and Decepticons arose. Some of your artwork could be found left untouched even if everything else around them lay in ruins. No one would know what happened to you, the strange artist behind them. Your name and figure would become things of mystery, but those who still remember them and you would leave them alone and even mark them as a zone of neutrality.

[em1989ts]

Hi! So i have this idea, also kinda inspired by the last request (cuz I loved the way it turned out) you do what you please with it🙂‍↔️

Five, after all he had gone through, finally got to figure his feelings out and realizes he wants to spend the domestic life he always craved with reader, after playing no strings attached, he just goes for it

𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞

five hargreeves x reader

word count: 1.5k

masterlist.

summary: after the universe was reset, you and five finally get to settle down and live the life you want

author's note: thank you for the request!! keep 'em coming!! this one i did rather quickly, and it's not as in depth as i like but i quite like it :) hopefully you enjoy

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One moment, you feel like you’re getting your soul pulled from you in one of the most painful experiences of your life.

Forced to watch as your partner and his family go through the same fate. 

Their sister sliced open their father’s head, revealing him to be a green blooded alien robot, as you all were released from the source draining your powers from you

You remember looking over at Five as you fell to the floor.

He was your partner at the commission who you banded off with to stop the apocalypse. He had a makeshift tourniquet around his severed arm, the two of you withering in pain against the cold tile as you tried regaining your breath. 

The two of you had gone through so much together. Far too many apocalypses for two elderly teens to handle in less than a month. You were both so stressed, being pushed and pulled around by the universe with endless complications. It seemed like every single day since you first returned to 2019, something had always managed to go wrong. 

Yet, you always had Five, and he had you. 

You kept each other sane. 

You were exactly what the other needed. 

Nobody really understood what you two were, but you definitely weren’t just coworkers. 

There were so many instances where the two of you had gotten drunk, and either cried in each other's arms or passionately made out. 

Whatever could distract the two of you from the unstoppable fear of failure. 

That fear of not being able to save the world, save his family, save each other. It ate you alive. 

It was almost as if you were the same person, with the same mind, you could understand each other so well, yet that didn’t mean you could read each other’s mind. 

It was hard to tell whether your intimate moments together had any correlation to how he truly felt about you. You knew he loved you, as much as he loved his family. He was such a caring, selfless man. It always hurt to watch when his family overlooked how much he sacrificed for them, how they constantly blamed him. You made sure he never felt overlooked when he was with you. 

His blue-grey skin horrified you. The wrinkles in his face, showing how close he was from death in that moment, utterly horrified you. His eyes, so much darker than his light green irises, full of suffering, was a sight you never wanted to see again. 

Everyone pleaded with Allison as her hand hovered over the glowing button. 

Once she hit it, everything went black. 

~~~ 

The next moment, you realized you were standing. 

You felt different. 

Cleansed, almost. 

You heard a ding and opened your eyes, realizing you were standing in a crowded elevator. It somehow opened up into a memorial park. The night was rainy, and you could hear the city sounds so clearly through the open air. 

As everyone walked over and explored their surroundings, you scanned Five. 

No more discolored skin, no more wrinkles, perfect eyes, and . . . his arm? 

Before you could mention it to him, you heard Viktor break the silence first. 

“Luther?” he said. 

Everyone turned their attention to the elevator, as the now skinner Luther made his way out. 

“You can see me?” he said excitedly as Viktor jumped into his arms for a strong hug, “I’m alive!” 

“That’s not all, big guy,” Viktor referenced Luther’s new figure. 

At this point, Five had realized his arm had returned, giving you a small wave with it. 

You laughed with a smile before tugging him into a hug, so relieved you made it out alive once more. He wrapped both his arms around you as he dug his face into the crook of your neck. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay,” you heard him grumble into your hair. 

Before you could respond, Five was snatched from your grasp by Luther, frantically asking about his wife. Five reminded him about the universe being reset, which apparently wasn’t a good answer. 

“Okay, screw this,” said Five before attempting to blink, yet he went nowhere. 

Immediately looking panicked, he said, “Something’s wrong.” 

Luther threatened him once more as everyone tested their powers. 

Luther eventually ran off to find Sloane, with Klaus right on his tail. 

“Peace out, bitches,” was the last you heard from Ben before he took off. 

“What are we supposed to do?” Diego asked now that everyone was breaking off in their own direction. 

You glanced over at Five to find him already looking at you. His eyes communicated with you in a language intelligible to anyone else in the world. When he held his hand out, you took it firmly. 

“Live our lives?” Lila asked, unsure. 

Once her and Diego walked off hand in hand, Five gave one last look to Viktor before he squeezed your hand and walked towards the archway, leading onto the sidewalk. 

The two of you didn’t say anything at first. You could feel the rain land gently on your face, in your hair, on your sweater. It was the perfect, cool night in the city. The air was clean. 

You could take a deep breath without feeling the weight of the world crushing your lungs.

There were zero expectations. No time travel laws you had to follow. No people you were assigned to kill. No countdown till doomsday. 

You were free. 

With Five’s hand in your, you quickened your pace and started running down the sidewalk. It took him by surprise but he followed your lead, letting you drag him down the block, without a care in the world. 

The two of you felt free. 

It was about time.. 

You stopped suddenly. Wet hair framed your glowing face as you panted, trying to catch your breath. He did the same, as he waited patiently for you to speak your mind. He brushed raindrops off your face, admiring your furrowed brow, showing you were deep in thought.

“Wait a minute,” you had realized something. 

“If the universe is reset, where do we go? What do we do? I mean, there’s no academy anymore. There’s no record of us anywhere. How do we get a job if we don’t exist yet? How do we find somewhere to live if we don’t exist yet? We don’t have any money so we can’t afford a hotel room, we’re going to have to sleep on a bench tonight and it’s fucking rainin-” 

He cut you off with a hand on your cheek and a swift kiss to the lips.

That definitely shut you up, but he spoke before you could even register what happened.

“We’ll figure it out,” he smiled at you, still holding your face, caressing your cheek with his palm. 

“I don’t care where we go or what we do. But whatever happens, I want you by my side.” 

You had never seen Five like this. So worry free, so genuine. He looked as though so much weight had been lifted off of his shoulders. You knew because you felt just the same. 

Without a word, you kissed him once more, confirming your enthusiasm to live your new life with him. 

You never would’ve thought settling down would be in your cards, but here you were, kissing your partner, Five Hargreevess, in the pouring rain. 

As you pulled away, you laughed and asked, “Are you ready for this new adventure, Five?” 

Of course you’d go anywhere with him, you’d even sleep on a park bench if it meant you would be safe in his arms. This didn’t mean you’d be too thrilled to be sleeping in the rain. He smiled wide, his dimples prominent, and took your hand in his once again.

“Ready when you are.”

~~~

[emeraldspiral]

I know "dudes who are supposed to be just friends/actively hate each other hugging when something is scary" is a comedy trope as old as the hills, but it goes back to the idea that on an primal level, these two instinctively find each other a source of comfort and safety.

And it's not like this is unprecedented either. Who does Zim turn to when the Planet Jackers show up? Dib. Who does Dib turn to when he fears being trapped in his own nightmare world forever? Zim. Who does Zim go to for help defeating Tak? Dib. Who does Dib go to for help alleviating Gaz's pig sense curse? Zim. When the chips are down it's always, "You're the only person who can help me." Usually they say it's because the other person is the only one with technology advanced enough to help, but there's more left unspoken. "You're the only person I can talk to about this without blowing my cover". "You're the only person who doesn't think I'm crazy". "You're the only person smart enough for me to work with".

There's even moments like in the Xmas special where Zim feels strangely like he can confide in the one elf robot that's really Dib in disguise, or in the comic where he takes Dib disguised as an intern to his special secret getaway spot out in space, or when Dib initiates a game of "I Spy" to pass the time in prison, or when he confides in Zim and plots with him to upstage his dad in ETF, or their interactions throughout Hamstergeddon or Dib's interactions with all the variant Zims in the previous issue that show us how easy it is for them to lower their guard and slip into casual familiarity and even vulnerability.

[primeofprimes115]

Hot and Bothered - Supergirl x Male Reader Smut

Smut 💕

Requested: Yes, from Wattpad

Being the boyfriend of the renowned cousin of the Man of Steel had it's perks... And it's downsides.

The relationship for starters was perfect for the two, Y/N couldn't be anymore happier dating Supergirl, the Girl of Steel herself. Y/N had moved into Kara's own apartment in New York since they announced their relationship to their loved ones.

Kal and Kara's friends and many allies were reluctant on the fact she was dating a normal human being, while Kal was supportive and understanding, considering he's engaged with Lois Lane, many others told her the dangers and cautions she must take when dating someone like Y/N, considering he's human and she isn't.

Her adoptive family however were ecstatic to hear she was engaged in a relationship with a boy, they were happy to hear she was doing well for her own and have noted to wanting to meet the boy she fell for, which was kind of the other way around, he fell for her first.

On Y/N's side of things, his family and friends were happy for him, his parents especially, his mother made it known that the girl he was dating had to get passed her first before she was fully accepted in, which took no time in fact when they finally got to meet her, Linda Lee Danvers was her secret identity, they wouldn't be meeting Supergirl, at least not yet.

The perks of being the boyfriend of Supergirl? It's the flights around anywhere and back to their shared home, the feeling of being safe around her, her warming hugs and jolly attitude that brightens up anyone's day. She'd be the one to say something without ever being afraid, once standing up for Y/N against his ex girlfriend who tried to get him sacked from his job, being both Linda and Supergirl to her advantage against his ex, ultimately being successful in defending him.

She's even saved him from a few encounters from bad folk along the way, ever since Linda entered Y/N's life and found out she was Supergirl all along, his life had changed for the better in a way.

But when it comes to it's downsides of dating the Maiden of Might?

There are times she comes back from work either marked with little bruises or cuts at times, let alone her suit being a little torn in certain types of battles, it was a good thing Y/N knew how to sew alongside Kara, the two were great pairs.

Times where she couldn't make it in time for lunch or dinner, either because she was out in deep space, fighting alongside her allies or on her own to deal with matters in her own hands, but Y/N didn't care if she was late or not, as long as she returned to him, it's all that mattered to him, he knew what he was getting himself into when he began dating Kara.

And also... Her vulnerability to Kryptonite, a rock that radiates a radiation that can be deadly or have different effects depending on the color to Kryptonians, especially Kara Zor-El herself. Y/N hadn't known much about it until he saw the green rock he had found laying on the ground begin to make her feel all woozy, dizzy and nauseous during her heroic efforts to stop a rampaging robotic monstrosity in Central Park, it was stated that the monstrosity was powered by green Kryptonite as its power source.

But a new vulnerability had been added to her list of weaknesses... You.

She didn't know why, but the fact was that Y/N made her feel so vulnerable to touch, like all of her strength had been eased in a way, sometimes she felt like her body was on fire typically speaking when she'd feel his touch in certain areas of her body.

It all had built up to the point she couldn't take it anymore, deciding to take it a step further and give herself to him, the two done the deed first in the sky at her request, with her keeping him up with her, before they finished in the bedroom after what seemed to be two hours of love-making... And the two may have broke a sofa during that period of time.

It had been a few weeks since those events, Y/N was currently coming home from work, while Supergirl had arrived back home after a strange encounter while fighting alongside her allies on a mission.

A strange form of Kryptonite that was the color of a periwinkle blue and violet had been found and Kara was exposed to it, upon taking down the threat, she was requested to be checked up upon and whatever the scans showed, it didn't really do much at all to her body, she didn't feel weak or nauseous, she did feel... A little different however after she opted to return home.

And it soon began to show as she was flying back home to New York, the thought of Y/N in her head with dirty thoughts came to mind, she didn't know where they came from, but she began to suddenly feel that way about him, feeling all flustered, bothered and hot even.

Upon returning, she couldn't keep the thoughts contained and immediately went to her shared wardrobe with her boyfriend, and pulled out a spare, unused suit she hasn't even used before, but she only kept it for a "special" occasion, it reminded her of her old blouse outfit, only that it was more revealing than the original. The family House of El crest on the right hand side of her right breast.

Her super hearing kicked in once she heard her boyfriend's voice. "Yeah! Cheers for the lift, mate! See you next week!" he called out to the driver, a work friend of his. He had arrived home earlier than he's supposed to be.

What she didn't know was that her ally, Batgirl aka Barbara Gordon had texted Y/N that Kara was exposed to a new form of Kryptonite earlier before she began flying back to their home, which had made Y/N worried and called to get an early leave, coming up with an excuse that "my girlfriend's fallen ill and has no one to help her", his boss fortunately took the excuse and allowed him go home, being picked up by his work friend who drove him home after.

She quickly put on the short cape that was with her outfit, adjusted the hot pants and boots with heels before she quickly looked at herself in a mirror, whatever her actions were now? It could be the periwinkle Kryptonite causing her to do this, and she knew this, she hadn't felt this hot and bothered like this before. 

Her super hearing kicked in again, now overhearing her boyfriend rush up the stairs in quick effort.

"Perfect!" Kara said with a smile on her face, striking a hands to hips pose before driving one of her hands up her bare legs. Turning around to see the back of herself, eyes falling on the yellow S on her cape and then the hot pants where she shook her ass for a second "Now, time to surprise my boyfriend!".

She walked toward and stood just around the corner as soon as she heard the door opening after a minute, in came her boyfriend who closed the door behind him after placing down his bag onto the ground. Kara may work as an on and off actress, Y/N worked as an electrical engineer full-time, only working from Mondays to Thursdays every week.

"Babe! You okay?! Babs messaged about what happened" he called out, worried about her which warmed her heart.

"Oh, I'm okay" she walked past the corner, revealing herself before striking a pose, flicking her cape and hair the next. She watched as her boyfriend's eyes widen after he blinked, his jaw beginning to drop at the sight of his girlfriend in a new-ish suit, one she hadn't used yet...

Until now...

"Hey gorgeous, I've been waiting for you ~" she gave out a flirtatious smirk toward her beloved, who was trying to catch his breath at the unexpected surprise waiting for him through the door.

For a moment, he thought Babs was pulling a prank on him by telling him Kara was affected by the new form of Kryptonite she was exposed to earlier, but there was the note of unidentified effects that Barbara had told him, telling him to be cautious and message back if anything happens, she'd be on her way to give Kara a dose to rid of the effects if it's bad.

"Uh... I-I... Wow" he wasn't sure what to say, a moment to soon, she had already gotten close to him by using super speed, a gentle whoosh blew his hair back as a devious smirk still played across the girl's face.

"You like what you see, baby? ~" she asked him, placing her hands on her breasts half covered by her opened blouse, rubbing and massaging them as Y/N felt himself began to heat up at the sight of his girlfriend in this new-ish look. "I had it sitting around, just for you ~" she teased him by removing the blue fabric for just a moment to show off the rest of her tits, giving him a little wink after before covering them again.

He still wasn't sure what to say, he was worried of course, Kara hadn't acted like this before, usually she'd be cuddly and give him a gentle peck on the cheek and lips, asking about his day at work. "Uh... I, *nervous chuckle*, I'm not even sure what to say. But you were exposed to -"

"Sshh, I know" she placed a finger on his lips, shushing him. "And I feel so fucking good right now" she said with a flirtatious tone, driving her body close to his, licking and kissing his neck right on after while keeping her arms around him. "And I'm so fucking horny for you as well, you're mine, all mine ~♡" she growled, pulling her mouth away from his neck to speak before going back in, giving him a hicky to mark him as hers.

"Ohhh, Kara" her real name spilled out of his mouth as she continued kissing and licking his neck. It was then that Supergirl decided to remove Y/N's work hoodie. He had never seen this side of the blonde superhero before, perhaps the "periwinkle Kryptonite" was making her act like this.

The Girl of Steel then levitated off the ground, carrying Y/N with her before flying him slowly to the door, where he collided his back toward the freshly painted door that had been done a few days ago, the feeling of Kara's lips on his neck began to make him feel flustered as he drove his hand through her golden locks, whereas his other hand was on the back end of Kara's small cape, feeling himself afloat by Kara's strength alone, she was up to his eye level at least.

"Oh, Kara! *effort* Babs mentioned I had to tell her about - *satisfied groan* - the effects on you" he made a shot in the dark, whilst Kara was getting a little rough on his neck, beginning to gently bite it, sealing it with little kisses and a lick before she pulled away to look at him in the eyes.

The look of hunger dawned within her sky blue irises, the pair of eyes that Y/N fell in love with before hand, she bit her lip before drawing herself closer to his lips.

"Later" she told him. "But right now... I'm so fucking hot and bothered, that I want, no, I need you" she growled with a flirtatious tone to her words, before smashing her lips against his to make out with him. "And I'm keeping this on" she mumbled into his lips.

All he could do was accept the fact Kara has complete control over the situation right now, and for one? He could care less, it was rather a stressful day at work today, Y/N sure needs this right now, 'perhaps this form of Kryptonite isn't as bad as I thought it'd be on her after all, still I should be cautious'.

Soon he began making out with her too, accepting his fate and obeying his girlfriend, his hands exploring her body before he drove them down to her bare thighs, moans escaped him and Kara as they continued making out, fighting for dominance with their tongues next.

Her one hand drove down into the pants of her boyfriend, beginning to explore the bump that had began to poke her since pinning him to the door of their shared apartment room, she dreamt one day they could get a house together, perhaps in Chicago or nearby New York, just when the time is right of course, and perhaps get married with him as she always wanted to happen one day, settle down, have a kid or two, live a normal life with her career as Supergirl still going maybe.

But right now? She wants him all to herself, she can't shake the feeling of him out of her mind, not since being exposed to the periwinkle Kryptonite earlier. She hears his satisfied groans of pleasure as she ran circles in his pants, tugging his cock.

A big smirk played across her face as she pulled back to give him some air after making out with him in that given time, still holding up afloat against the door, she takes out her hand from his pants to start removing them from his body, Y/N took this opportunity to kick off his shoes while looking his gorgeous girlfriend in the eyes.

He didn't even need to say that he loved him, the both could say it within their own eyes, Kara was hungry for him, too hungry someone would say but to Y/N? He played along with her antics whether they were her own actions mentally or not.

Supergirl bit her lip down hard as his cock was now out, free from his pants and underwear as they dropped down to the ground, right in front of the door, a smirk still playing across her face as she began to stroke it, tease it even, wanting to hear his moans and groans that turns her on more and more.

"Ah, Kara" his hands went around her back, the soft fabric of her cape resting against his hands as he explored the other bits of fabric that was her blouse. It was then that the Girl of Steel shut up his little moans with a kiss that turned into another make out session, still he moaned within her lips as their tongues danced together.

Her actions wanted to warm up his cock first, before she could get the full thing inserted within her clit, the thought made her all wet and horny just thinking about it. She didn't want to get pregnant, not yet but she wanted all his juices inside her, she took precautions to make sure she doesn't get pregnant by taking a pill that could work on her unlike the other pills provided by human doctors. Thank Kryptonian technology for that.

Y/N had never been one to be dominated before, but with Supergirl pinning him to the wall, making him unable to move and obeying her command? He had to admit that it was hot, being dominated by the Maiden of Might was a thought he never thought would happen. Kara was a mature, confident woman who wasn't afraid to flaunt her sexuality if necessary, but only some people have seen her more optimistic and cheerful side, and Y/N was one of those people, most of her friends have seen that side of her too.

He was lucky to have a woman like her, one that wasn't afraid to defend him, shield him even from any harm, thought at times she also risked her secret identity in doing so, she only did it in the name of love and protection for him.

Kara's hand stroked up and down on his cock, the skin pulling back from the tip as she drew her eyes toward his cock with a smirk after pulling back from his lips to give him a breather, a playful grin played across her lips as her eyes drew up to his.

"You like that? Don't you baby? ~" she said with a flirtatious tone in her voice still, stroking his cock up and down, up and down, picking up with speed over time, she last used her super speed to make him cum the last time they made sexual contact, that was their first time. This time, she wanted to tease his cock, warming it up for her to take in the full thing inside her pussy, she yearned for it. "You like it when I stroke your cock? Up and down, over and over, warming it up for the full course".

He nodded his head in a quick motion, notifying her that he was enjoying the hand job she was giving him. "Mhmmm Kara ~" he moaned out, Kara felt his cock in her warm hand begin to pulsate, which was more than ready for her to take in the full thing now.

An excited smile went across her face, getting all giddy about it. She then took him off the door and flew him toward the bedroom, whilst making out with him in the meantime, stroking his cock slowly as she flew toward their shared king-sized bed through memory alone, she managed to not fly into things like last time.

Soon enough, she dropped her boyfriend on the gentle and soft covers, prompting him to remove his shirt that he still had on his body. Supergirl bit her lip upon seeing his body, though she could literally use her x-ray vision to see his toned body and tight 4-pack abs herself, it drove her mad seeing them while a blush appeared on her cheeks as she smiled excitedly.

The Girl of Steel took off her red hot pants with a slow motion, giving Y/N a little show before throwing them to the side, then removing her panties before again throwing them to the side.

It was a good thing she had a smaller cape with this outfit, Y/N could see the perfect ass of his hot superhero girlfriend, she bent over to shake her ass in the air toward him, giving him a little show as a smile went across his face before she give him a little dance, pushing most of her hair to one side along with the dance.

"God, you're hot as fuck" he mumbled out toward her, making her smirk further with a flirtatious look in her expression upon turning around, facing her boyfriend as she levitated over the bed.

"Lie down" she demanded. Looking down at him with authority.

"Yes ma'am" Y/N did as he was told. His cock pointing right up toward her, giving her the nod to float down onto it.

She moved her legs out of the way in a certain position, kicking up her legs as she began to slowly float on down onto him, gently and slowly sitting onto his cock that was sliding inside of Kara's perfectly shaved pussy.

"Oh good golly, yes! ~" she moaned out with a satisfied tone, his cock slid perfectly in her as she began to ride him, moaning through her closed lips, clenching her jaw as Y/N let out a little moan upon her riding him like a cowgirl.

Kara rocked her head back, moans of pleasure escaping from her throat as her mouth began to open in ecstasy as she bounced on his cock up and down, up and down, over and over again with a slow motion, slamming down on him gently.

Y/N kept up with her bounces, pushing himself up as she bounced down on him gently, her head hung low as a hungry look appeared on her face, filled with a lust for his love making. Her eyes caught onto Y/N's as he groaned in pleasure with a little smile across his face.

"Mmm, fuck ~" he moaned out, Kara slamming down on him continuously as blushes appeared on their faces, their moans and groans lapped with each other as the bed began creaking from the Girl of Steel's efforts on riding his cock and her walls getting tighter each bounce.

Kara's short cape billowed behind her as she bounced up and down on his cock, her bounces getting faster each minute as her moans got louder, rocking her head back again with her mouth agape once more.

Y/N's hands soon began to drive up Kara's thighs before resting near her hips, noticing Kara looking back down at him with a lustrous look upon her face as a hungry smile was at the corner of her lips, driven crazy by his cock inside of her as she bounced up and down more roughly, surprisingly not breaking his femur from the way she bounced on him.

Her hands soon drove up to her breasts, pushing away the blue fabric that covered half of her breasts to begin with, showing her boyfriend her tits once again, now freed from the opened blouse, the entire outfit overall made her made her look extremely more attractive than she already was before. 

It was funny... He admitted to having both a crush on Supergirl and Linda at the same time, before he found out both were pretty much the same person months ago before they became boyfriend and girlfriend after a few dates.

"Ohhhh Y/N! ~" Kara moaned loudly after five minutes, her ass bouncing off Y/N's thighs as she squatted on Y/N's cock, with her walls getting tighter still around his manhood. "Ohhh, fuuuck, this feels so fucking good~!" she said aloud after a minute, she couldn't care if any neighbors could hear her moans of pleasure, she wanted his juices up inside her, she also wanted to cum so badly.  

Minutes had passed, with Y/N's cock beginning to pulsate within Kara's walls, giving her the notification that he was soon about to finish inside her, while his hands driving up to Kara's tits, massaging them thoroughly. Their moans lapping over each other.

"Fuuck, I'm gonna ~" he said through gritted teeth.

"Let's do it together! ~" she suggested with a loud moan.

Within a minute, Y/N pushed himself upwards as Kara did a few more bounces, moans and groans lapped over each other once again, with her moaning his name loudly while she orgasmed, she felt herself finish and his warm juices shoot up into her pussy.

One final groan escaped Y/N as he continued his orgasm, a sigh of satisfaction soon following upon finishing his orgasm inside of his girlfriend.

Soon enough, Kara crashed down on top of him, her tits and body laying atop of his toned body, his hand driving through Kara's golden locks before the two locked lips together for a deep, passionate kiss, his cock still within her pussy.

"Wow *deep breath*, that felt so good" Kara mumbled out with a satisfied breath, panting just a little while she heard his heartbeat racing. "That Kryptonite sure made me feel that way" she noted to herself loudly before pushing herself up from him, using her hands to stabilize herself atop her boyfriend.

A smile drew across his face with satisfaction, still panting from the love-making. "Hi" he greeted upon seeing her brightened up face.

A huge grin appeared on her lips, looking down at him with love on her mind. "Hi!" she greeted back before smashing her lips against his for another deep kiss, that lasted for just a minute before the blonde pulled back to let him breath, her golden hair tickling his torso right after.

"Do me a favor, Y/N, if you don't mind?".

"Yeah? Anything for you, princess" he smiled.

"Don't tell Babs about this? The uh... Effects that weird Kryptonite had on me" she pleaded, going as far to give him pleading eyes. "Let's keep this between us, yeah?".

"Of course" he said without hesitation, before grabbing her hips. "Round two?" he then suggested with a smirk across his face, ready for more. "Work was stressful today after all, and keep that on, you look fucking hot with that on".

A grin appeared on her face, smashing her lips against his again for the third time in a row, making out with him which was her answer to continue their love making...

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Fin...

Word Count: 4057

[nightravenxd]

As requested, here it is

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TFP!Starscream x reader

Fluff!!

⭑➴ Minds alike

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You being curious, wandering through places you shouldn't, stumbled upon a large ship that crashed into a mountain. You later realized that the ship wasn't the only weird thing here, there was also a giant silver robot with wings, how cool!

Any sane person would find that terrifying, but you weren't sane, kinda. You are, but you're just one big daredevil.

When you first showed yourself to him he almost squashed you under his foot, but let you live just as company after making sure you were a spy from the Autobots.

You soon found out who he was, Starscream. And you also knew the whole situation he was in from how much he talks aloud, clearly he's been alone for a while.

You also found out he can't fly because his "T-cog" is missing, whatever that was. You realized how similar you two were, both a bit sly and unpredictable. You found yourself liking him, and his company surprisingly, however much he may rant or be dramatic.

Sitting on a desk while he tries to fix something, you watch him, before looking down at a small piece of paper, a pencil in your hand.

You jump slightly as he throws some metal pieces on the desk. "So now you're trying to play dodgeball with me?" Considering how close those huge metal pieces were to you, he could have seriously hurt you if they landed close to you.

"No, human." He leaned down so that his face was level with you on the desk. "Do you even know what dodgeball is?" He stammered for a moment before straightening up to his full height, wings flaring. "Of course I do."

You smirked, knowing that he most certainly doesn't. "Then what is it?" He looked at you for a moment before muttering. "Dodging balls...?"

"Bingo!" You pointed your pencil at him. "I never doubted you." You were mocking him, but he let it slide this time, he wasn't in the mood to argue after trying and failing to fix something.

"come on! You're no fun, failing to fix something doesn't mean you can't try later." He grumbled folding Hsi arms together. "I've tried before you even came here."

You smiled. "Maybe you're just tired, rest a little and try later. When you're refreshed, come back and fix it." He stared at you for a while, leaning against the desk, he sighed, accepting the option even if his pride tried not to listen to you, but you were right.

He found a chair and sat down by the desk, resting his head close to yours. "You're burned out, Starscream." You heard him huff, looking away slightly. "Come here." You spread your arms and walked over to his face.

You hugged his lower jaw, and he looked at you with wide eyes. It took his a while before he relaxed, realizing that maybe this wasn't so bad.

He subconsciously leaned closer, closing his eyes, letting his guard down after so long. You felt how warm he was, and you snuggled up more. You were comfortable with him, enjoying just being together, no words needed.

You suddenly felt him pick you up, holding you next to his cheek, feeling you, and you feeling him. You closed your eyes, enjoying the moment.

It was almost like he was recharging, you being his source of energy. After a while he leaned away, then put you on his head. You sat on his head, then wrapped your arms and legs around his red antenna like thing on his head.

He grabbed the device again, trying to fix it. And finally, he managed. He then put it down on the desk, glad he managed to fix it at last.

He grabbed you off his head, putting you down on the desk again next to the device. "I knew that would work. What would you do without me? Lord Starscream." You bowed down to hide the smirk and laugh that was threatening to leave your mouth.

He smirked at you, then got up from the desk to do other things, probably scheme again.

Hours probably passed, when he passed by an unworking monitor, he saw something on his antenna. A sticky note.

He took it off and read what it said. "Idiot"...

So he's just been walking around with that? No wonder you were laughing every time you saw him...

[sunnydbeam]

I love Alpha and Beta so much, and I absolutely ship them! I'm sure they would look really cute together if Beta wasn't so scared of Alpha </3

I also wondered what Alpha would do if he had the chance to get close to Beta without fears

I have to say, honestly, I'm glad there are people who ship them too, because I have several sketches and drawings of these two that I may share at some point hehe

On the other hand, yes, Beta is afraid of him, and that's a problem. He's the only reason Alpha usually doubts himself, and he's the only one that Alpha really bothers to seem as friendly as possible with

That doesn't mean Beta is always running away from Alpha. He's often nervous in his company, but if he needs help with something, he'll most likely ask for it (after much thought), and Alpha will be happy to oblige! Any hint of trust is everything to him

Alpha wishes he could comfort Beta 《more often》 in his anxious moments without making him even more nervous. It depends mostly on how “cooperative” Beta is at the time. Alpha will usually approach slowly and feel him out; if Beta doesn't flinch from the first moment, he will decide to approach quietly, crouching down beside him and still keeping some distance

Some asked earlier what Alpha would do in this kind of situation when it comes to comforting someone, and this is his procedure across the board!

I can't draw at the moment, so have a lil fluffy drabble!

Word count: 1k+

CW: slight mentions of anxiety. This is a Gamma Code concept and may contain spoilers for the fic. This is also not checked, so may contain spelling/grammar errors. Hurt/Comfort. Mild angst. Fluff. SFW

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It’s like a switch flipping on. A little sound, fragile, like a muffled sob, catches his attention. His head snaps toward the source, body pivoting on his heels with the faint squeak of rubber soles. Instinct kicks in. He moves, silent, careful.

Alpha peers through the crack of the slightly open door, and what he sees makes something inside his mechanical body twist, like an internal static crackle, a sharp overheating in his chest. If he had a heart, it would lurch. But he hides it well.

His red eyes glow faintly in the dim light as they scan the room. No one else is here, just his little sweet Beta curled up on the floor in the corner of the near-empty white room, hugging his knees. The overhead lights are dim, but the muted glow catches on the edges of Beta’s purple rays, barely visible beneath his yellow hood.

Alpha doesn’t blink. He watches with cold, calculated stillness, only for his expression to quickly shift, softening into something both fond and quietly resigned.

Beta is overwhelmed again, burying his face in his knees, shaking like a leaf in the wind. His frame curls inward, fragile, trying to disappear. Scared.

Something inside Alpha fractures.

Every time he finds Beta like this, it shatters him. It makes him want to reach out, to cradle him close, press him to his chest, and hold him there until the tremors subside. Until the fear melts away. But it’s hard when, most of the time, he isn’t allowed to get close at all.

His metaphorical heart clenches painfully. Beta always pushes him away. The reasons are obvious. Alpha is painfully aware of every single one.

He steps forward, then hesitates. The serpentine mechanical arms on his back remain still—calm, unthreatening, and he moves carefully, testing the waters. Beta doesn’t flinch too much, only tilting his head slightly in acknowledgment.

It’s a good sign.

Alpha waits. Longing to approach but unwilling to impose. Beta makes no sound, doesn’t pull away. He sits there, unmoving, eyes downcast.

That has to be permission.

The red robot moves closer, and his large frame is silent. He lowers himself to the floor beside Beta, carefully, knees together in an almost formal posture, leaving just enough space between them. Not too close. He doesn’t want to overwhelm him.

The silence is heavy.

Alpha glances at Beta from the side, taking in the soft glow of his purple rays, mostly hidden beneath the folds of his hood.

Alpha parts his lips but hesitates. Then, quietly—

“What’s overwhelming you, Beta?” His voice is low and measured. “Can I help?”

Beta doesn’t answer. He shifts — just a little movement — turning his head slightly between his arms and knees. Just enough for Alpha to catch the glimmer of one visible blue eye.

Silence.

Beta trembles. Not much, but enough. A clear sign that Alpha’s presence unsettles him. But he doesn’t move away, and that’s good.

Then, softly, hesitantly — Beta speaks.

“It’s just… today’s tests were too much,” he whispers. “I don’t think I did well. And they got mad at me.”

Alpha’s fingers twitch. His voice drops, sharp.

“Did they hurt you?”

Beta flinches, and his shoulders jump slightly. Alpha’s tone had come out harsher than intended. He forces himself to suppress the rising tension in his system.

“N-no…”

The energy within Alpha stabilizes. His body cools.

“You can’t do anything wrong,” he murmurs, his voice quiet, soft, almost as if thinking aloud. “You’re perfect.”

Beta looks up, startled and confused. A deep, luminous purple blush blooms across his face before he hurriedly looks away, shoulders curling inward.

“Wh… Why would you think that? Sometimes I feel...” His voice stammers. “… useless.”

Beta finally meets Alpha’s gaze, and freezes.

Those red eyes. Watching. Wide. Bright.

A strange light flickers behind them. Something unreadable. Something Beta never quite understands.

“That’s not true,” Alpha says. “And you don’t have to serve them.”

Beta’s circuits buzz with uncertainty.

“… Isn’t that our purpose?” he whispers. "The reason we were created? To please them…?”

Alpha shifts closer. He leans in, reaching slowly, hesitantly, gloved fingers brushing the edge of Beta’s cheek.

“They don’t get to mold you,” he murmurs. “They don’t get to define you.”

His voice is calm and steady.

“What humans think doesn’t matter. You are you. Quiet, timid, sweet in a way only you can be.” A pause, a flicker of warmth, then he says tenderly. “And you’re cute and perfect just like that.”

Beta’s blue eyes widen. His hands twitch against his knees and he starts shaking.

“I wouldn’t change a thing.”

It’s ironic to him to say when, sometimes, he loathes himself so much.

I wish I could be like you, he thinks. A strange pressure coils in his chest plate. He ignores it.

Beta’s gaze lowers. He looks like he might cry. His lips part, trembling, but the words catch in his throat, faltering into incoherent murmurs.

It’s… adorable.

Alpha’s fingers twitch.

“… Can I hold you?”

Beta doesn’t answer right away. He hesitates, then —slowly, barely — nods.

Alpha doesn’t waste a second.

He moves carefully, pulling Beta into his arms, wrapping all four around him, pressing him close.

A tiny, glitchy sound escapes Beta’s vocal system. His hood slips down, and his rays coming out in surprise.

Alpha loves those vibrant rays.

“Shh… It’s okay,” he whispers, one hand stroking Beta’s back. “Everything’s okay.”

His grip tightens, just slightly.

It feels unreal. Holding him finally.

He never wants to let go.

“You’re okay. You’re strong. I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.”

Without thinking, he shifts, pulling Beta fully onto his lap. Beta stiffens, startled, but doesn’t resist. He stays still. Shy.

Alpha processes the moment, his system adjusting to the unexpected warmth in his circuits. It feels… right.

“Please,” he breathes, his voice softer now, “don’t be afraid of me anymore.”

His eyes slip shut. His face presses against Beta’s shoulder.

His fingers move, trailing over Beta’s rays, mapping their sharp edges with care, no fear, no hesitation—just gentle reverence. His touch is light. Loving. Worshipping. Adoring.

He's pleased when Beta relaxes slowly.

Alpha presses closer. The sensation of Beta against him is grounding, steadying. Alpha doesn’t care that his frame wasn't built for this. He wants to hold him. It’s comforting.

Alpha adores him too much. And it almost hurts.

Beta’s presence is all he has.

And it’s more than enough.

“…Please,” Alpha whispers, barely audible, “no more fear.”

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[autocat5876]

i don't have a creative title for this. here's my fanfic based off the DELIGHTFUL surface au by my good friend @feligayzed. go check it out if you haven't it's literally everything to me

The first thing Sebastian noticed when he woke was the cold, empty space in bed next to him; the space where p.AI.nter usually joined him in bed was void, empty of metal and wires. The second thing he noticed was the aching pain in his joins, drawing a long, tired sigh from the man. 

Pushing the soft covers off his body, he groggily reached out to find his cane. These attacks of pain had been happening more often, resulting in Sebastian needing his aids more often than he liked to admit. Slowly but surely, he raised himself out of bed, leaning heavily on his cane for support.

Usually on days like this, p.AI.nter would’ve been by his side, holding him up and carefully leading him through their shared home. The memories of it being so patient during those first few weeks of being “human” again put a smile on his face. His companion had always been so eager to help with anything he needed- whether it be a walk down the hall or even just brightening his day, the bot was there. Hell, it had even decorated the cane in his hand to be less bland, covering it with stars and hearts in all different sizes and colours. 

Shaking his head to pull him back to reality, Sebastian began his walk out of the bedroom. Even with his aid, he still placed his free hand on the wall for extra support in an attempt to ease any other pain.

From the hallway, Sebastian heard sounds coming from the kitchen. The soft hiss of something cooking on the stove was almost like music to his ears- until music did hit his ears. 

A hum, high and robotic, rang out in the air as Sebastian made his way to the source of the sound- p.AI.nter, working in the kitchen to make breakfast for him. The sound stopped as soon as p.AI.nter caught sight of him, a blush quick to be air-brushed onto its expression.

“I didn’t realize you were awake so early,” It said quietly, looking down at the stove and the soon to be ready food- pancakes, Sebastian noted- rather than at him.

“The bed got cold without you.” He said simply, leaning against the closest countertop.

The blush on the bot’s screen only got worse, its voicebox glitching out for a moment. “Sorry… I just- wanted to try and treat you to something nice this morning. You’ve been in a lot of pain as of recently and I thought breakfast in bed would be nice!” It laughed as it turned off the stovetop, beginning to plate Sebastian’s breakfast. “But you’re up now, so I don’t think that’s really feasible.”

Sebastian only nodded, humming contently. “I could always go back if you wanted?” He teased, grinning.

“No!” p.AI.nter was quick to reply, whipping around to face the other. “You already made it all the way here, I’m not gonna-”

The bot was quickly silenced by soft hands reaching up to hold its monitor. Ever so gently, Sebastian rubbed a thumb along the sides of p.AI.nter’s head, careful to not scratch the metal with his dulled claws. The touch alone caused its fans to speed up.

“Paints, I was joking.” His voice was soft, the grin softening to a smile. “And, thank you for this. I know it’s been… a lot, having to deal with me these past few days.”

“You know I don’t think that.”

“Yeah, yeah. You tell me constantly. Just- let me appreciate you a little, alright?” Without even thinking, he leaned forwards to press a soft kiss to the screen in front of him.

It took a moment for the both of them to realize what had just happened, and before Sebastian could try to play it off, he was pulled into a soft hug from p.AI.nter, nearly drowning in its oversized sweater.

“I love you.” It said, tightening its hold slightly.

This time, it was Sebastian’s turn to blush. His face began to heat up as his fins tilted downwards, an embarrassing squeak slipping from his mouth. After what felt like an eternity to him, his arms wrapped around p.AI.nter’s body. He didn’t reply, too scared of what would fall from him if he did.

The two stood there in silence for a while, before Sebastian was suddenly scooped into p.AI.nter’s arms without warning. A yelp escaped him as he quickly scrambled to take hold of its shoulders, his cane clattering to the tiled floor below him.

“What are you doing?!”

p.AI.nter seemed unphased by Sebastian’s outburst, clutching him close as it began to walk. ���Bringing you to take a seat! I’ll bring you what I made and you can just relax.”

Sebastian pouted, grumbling softly to himself. Despite his actions, he snuggled closer to the bot. Even when set down on the couch, he didn’t let go of the fabric of p.AI.nter’s sweater.

“Sebby, I need to go get your breakfast.” It tried to pull away, to no avail. The other only gripped onto it stronger.

“Should’ve thought of that beforehand.” Was the only reply Sebastian gave.

With a huff of its fans, p.AI.nter flopped down next to Sebastian. Immediately, he found his way into sitting on the robot’s lap, pressing close to its warm plating. He set his head down on its shoulder, relaxing fully in its hold.

“...I love you too.”

[dronekittycuddles]

First OC post!! Hello!! Intro post coming soon but in the meantime - a little silly something i wrote during classes at uni. Enjoy!!

N patted his lap, an invitation. Uzi didn't waste time, immediately crawling onto the larger drone, burying her head into his shoulder. He chuckled, encompassing them in a gentle hug.

The two robots stayed like that for a while, N rubbing small circles on the other's back. Uzi fully relaxed into him. The disassembler's attention drifted from his girlfriend to the bag he brought with him. Right, snacks! N leaned slightly to his left, reaching for one of the battery packs on top. He pulled out a bundle of zinc-air buttons, Uzi's favourite.

"Uzi, baby." N spoke softly as to not spook his little. "Look what I got, your favourite batteries!" He took one out of the package and held it up to Uzi's face. She looked back, eyeing the snack, before burying her face back into him with a displeased whine. N frowned.

"Hey, buddy. Are you not feeling well?" He's met with another whine, this time much softer. She didn't want to admit it it seems, but to him it was a clear confirmation.

Gently, N pried Uzi away from himself, to check her temperature. The purple drone pouted as the back of N's hand met her upper screen.

"Hm, you're not overheating. I don't see any warnings popping up either..." He met Uzi's discontent glare, seemingly from being separated from her source of warmth and comfort. N thought for a moment before finally asking, "Is it your tummy? Do you have a tummy ache?"

Uzi grimaced and shoved her head back into N's shoulder. Bingo.

"Hey, that's nothing to be embarrassed about, little dude. We'll get you fixed right up." N already had an idea of what could help. He just had to figure out how to get up with an /extremely/ clingy little glued to him. He was pretty certain getting her off of him willingly would be borderline impossible, and the last thing he wants right now is to make her more upset than she already is. So, the tall drone moved his hand to support Uzi from the bottom and tried as best he could to stand up, using a wooden bedframe and his tail as balancing aids. He succeeded, carefully making his way into the kitchen, but not before grabbing a tall baby bottle from one of Uzi's drawers.

Fortunately, her father already left their shared apartment, and wasn't scheduled to return for another few hours. That meant N didn't have to rush or hide with preparing Uzi's little meal. Which was great because, to be quite honest, making anything while only having one hand available was going to take longer, whether he liked it or not. At least he had his tail, too.

N pressed on regardless, rummaging through the fridge until he found what he was looking for - a bottle of power steering fluid. It was much lighter on the stomach than oil, but could still help lubricate some of Uzi's internal mechanisms. Hopefully, that would be enough to solve or, at least, partially quell her problem.

At some point while N was busy doing his very best /not/ to spill the liquid everywhere, the little purple drone slowly readjusted herself on his arm so she could see what he was doing. She gazed at his every move with curious eyes.

N took notice of that, fixing his attention back to his little with a smile, after popping the bottle in a microwave for about a minute.

"What's up, buddy? Wanted to peek what's for dinner tonight?" Uzi didn't respond, but her expression seemed to brighten. She loved when N talked to her, he knew, even despite the fact that tiny Uzi wasn't very keen on speaking herself.

Suddenly, one bitey tail extended from Uzi's rear. Though instead of, well, biting, it only swished happily below her. N chuckled, making the other drone form a blush of embarrassment.

"Oh, what's that? Your friend decided to show up for some food as well?" Uzi's tail stopped wagging and bought its "head" up for N to pet and then promptly went back to swaying happily. It wasn't sentient, not really, but it was fun to pretend it was.

The microwave beeped, an unpleasant sound that N quickly silenced by clicking one of the buttons. He retrieved the warmed bottle, capped it and shook to make sure the liquid was all equally warmed. It wasn't very hot, which was exactly what he wanted.

"Okay." N made his way to the living room. Usually, he would return to Uzi's room, but now that the apartment was empty, he much preferred using the armchair. It provides much better support for both him and Uzi than a cold wall does, plus it's much more comfortable.

He sat down with a grunt and let Uzi adjust herself in his arms. With a bit of help, she laid down across N's lap, head resting on his metal bicep. The disassembler brought the bottle up to her lips. Uzi still hesitated, though, visor displaying a worried look.

"C'mon, buddy. It'll make you feel better." N used his 'trapped' hand to pet the little drone's shoulder. "Promise." He smiled softly.

That seemed to be enough to assure Uzi. Placing her hands on the bottle in a loose grip, she shyly took the silicone nib into her mouth and began drinking.

Almost immediately, N felt her body relax, warmth from the drink spreading through her insides. The purple drone's hold on the bottle tightened, prompting N to let go. He used his now free hand to draw small circles on her stomach, providing further comfort.

"Don't drink too fast." He didn't want her to choke on accident. But Uzi didn't seem to be in a rush, savouring all the pleasant sensations soothing her aching stomach.

After a while, all the liquid was gone. Uzi began chewing on the soft silicone with a content hum. It didn't last long though, with N removing the bottle from her grip shortly after. He was met with a whimper of protest.

"Zi, you know I can't let you chew on the bottle. You'll break it." He knows this, because it already happened. Twice. Neither of them were big fans of venturing out in search of a new one, but it was up to the disassembler to make sure they didn't have to.

In response, Uzi glued herself to the taller drone's chest, and... began nibbling his shirt.

"Hey!" N pried the material out her mouth, which earned him another whine. "My clothes are not for biting either, young lady! You have toys for that!" He scolded his little, but quickly shifted tones. He didn't want Uzi to think he was /actually/ mad at her. "Speaking of, we should probably get you some, huh, ya little shark?" N booped the other drone square in the middle of her display, making her giggle.

He got up, making sure both the bottle and Uzi were secure in his grasp, and made his way back to the bedroom.

This time, Uzi wasn't as opposed to being torn away from N, but still complained with various noises of dissatisfaction once set on the bed. The other drone gave her a quick forehead kiss.

"I'll come back to cuddle in a second, okay? I'm just getting the toys for you."

Soon, he was done rummaging through drawers, picking out two teethers; a blue bird- shaped water one and a hard one, attached to a plush crocodile - and a black pacifier, strapped to a lanyard clip patterned with happy dogs. N really liked that one.

The taller drone smiled as he laid down on the bed, opening his arms. Uzi pressed herself against his side, one hand grabbing for a teether. N let her choose which one she wanted - his little went for the bird.

Uzi released the hoodie sleeve she was mercilessly mauling and slipped the soft plastic between her lips. Now, tightly snuggled against her boyfriend, the purple drone began to feel drowsy.

N took notice of that, and without missing a beat came up with an offer.

"Want me to tell you a story, little buddy?"

Uzi perked up a bit at that, her tail wagging rapidly. N was really good at making up fantasy stories on the fly, or so he's told. But the fact that he isn't reading means that, every single time, the story is different. Which is why Uzi loves them so much.

N chuckled, dragging a fluffy comforter over both of them. He pulled Uzi closer, her brilliantly purple eyes looking straight up at him.

"Okay, so, once upon a time..."

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It didn't take long for sleepiness to overtake Uzi - they barely made it halfway through the story before [SLEEP MODE] appeared on the girl's screen. N took that as his cue, slowly taking the falling teether out of her mouth and replacing it with a pacifier, which he gingerly clipped to her hoodie.

After turning off the bedside lamp, N enveloped Uzi in a tight hug and closed his eyes.

"Goodnight, sweetheart."

[smellslikebot]

"how do I keep my art from being scraped for AI from now on?"

if you post images online, there's no 100% guaranteed way to prevent this, and you can probably assume that there's no need to remove/edit existing content. you might contest this as a matter of data privacy and workers' rights, but you might also be looking for smaller, more immediate actions to take.

...so I made this list! I can't vouch for the effectiveness of all of these, but I wanted to compile as many options as possible so you can decide what's best for you.

Discouraging data scraping and "opting out"

robots.txt - This is a file placed in a website's home directory to "ask" web crawlers not to access certain parts of a site. If you have your own website, you can edit this yourself, or you can check which crawlers a site disallows by adding /robots.txt at the end of the URL. This article has instructions for blocking some bots that scrape data for AI.

HTML metadata - DeviantArt (i know) has proposed the "noai" and "noimageai" meta tags for opting images out of machine learning datasets, while Mojeek proposed "noml". To use all three, you'd put the following in your webpages' headers:

<meta name="robots" content="noai, noimageai, noml">

Have I Been Trained? - A tool by Spawning to search for images in the LAION-5B and LAION-400M datasets and opt your images and web domain out of future model training. Spawning claims that Stability AI and Hugging Face have agreed to respect these opt-outs. Try searching for usernames!

Kudurru - A tool by Spawning (currently a Wordpress plugin) in closed beta that purportedly blocks/redirects AI scrapers from your website. I don't know much about how this one works.

ai.txt - Similar to robots.txt. A new type of permissions file for AI training proposed by Spawning.

ArtShield Watermarker - Web-based tool to add Stable Diffusion's "invisible watermark" to images, which may cause an image to be recognized as AI-generated and excluded from data scraping and/or model training. Source available on GitHub. Doesn't seem to have updated/posted on social media since last year.

Image processing... things

these are popular now, but there seems to be some confusion regarding the goal of these tools; these aren't meant to "kill" AI art, and they won't affect existing models. they won't magically guarantee full protection, so you probably shouldn't loudly announce that you're using them to try to bait AI users into responding

Glaze - UChicago's tool to add "adversarial noise" to art to disrupt style mimicry. Devs recommend glazing pictures last. Runs on Windows and Mac (Nvidia GPU required)

WebGlaze - Free browser-based Glaze service for those who can't run Glaze locally. Request an invite by following their instructions.

Mist - Another adversarial noise tool, by Psyker Group. Runs on Windows and Linux (Nvidia GPU required) or on web with a Google Colab Notebook.

Nightshade - UChicago's tool to distort AI's recognition of features and "poison" datasets, with the goal of making it inconvenient to use images scraped without consent. The guide recommends that you do not disclose whether your art is nightshaded. Nightshade chooses a tag that's relevant to your image. You should use this word in the image's caption/alt text when you post the image online. This means the alt text will accurately describe what's in the image-- there is no reason to ever write false/mismatched alt text!!! Runs on Windows and Mac (Nvidia GPU required)

Sanative AI - Web-based "anti-AI watermark"-- maybe comparable to Glaze and Mist. I can't find much about this one except that they won a "Responsible AI Challenge" hosted by Mozilla last year.

Just Add A Regular Watermark - It doesn't take a lot of processing power to add a watermark, so why not? Try adding complexities like warping, changes in color/opacity, and blurring to make it more annoying for an AI (or human) to remove. You could even try testing your watermark against an AI watermark remover. (the privacy policy claims that they don't keep or otherwise use your images, but use your own judgment)

given that energy consumption was the focus of some AI art criticism, I'm not sure if the benefits of these GPU-intensive tools outweigh the cost, and I'd like to know more about that. in any case, I thought that people writing alt text/image descriptions more often would've been a neat side effect of Nightshade being used, so I hope to see more of that in the future, at least!

[sonic-takeover]

Hey Sonic, you still worried about what happened to Shadow before your date the other day? I guess there still hasn't been a good chance for him to tell you about it. He might be putting it off a bit too. 😅

Yeah, it's.. I'm worried about him. He hasn't seemed open to talking about it. I really hope he knows I'm here for him no matter what.. *He skids to a stop at their usual lookout. Shadow stops a moment later. He's slow*

*Shadow walks over and stands next to him* ... You're anxious.

I know. I'm just.... I'm worried about you.

*Shadow doesn't look at him. He walks over to the edge of the cliff and sits down. Sonic joins him, folding his hands in his lap* ..... I- ... Hm .... The day of our date .... There was an attack on Eggman's lair. G.U.N. ships. They took out part of the lair, most of Eggman's robots, and injured Metal Sonic. That's why Amy hasn't been around.

Oh yeah.. I was wondering about that...

I went there to retrieve my chaos emerald. Eggman had it. That's why they attacked him, to get it from him. When I got there, he.. He explained to me that he wanted a power source. The chaos emerald was his first choice, but I... I was a better option. He trapped me and took my inhibitors.

Oh chaos.... Shads.. *Sonic touches his hand*

.....it... That, plus him talking about my power .. using it to power his damn lair... It brought back so many memories .... Bad ones... I-

*Sonic hugs him, squeezing his eyes shut tight* You're safe now. I'm so.. so sorry.. you should never have gone through that... Any of it...

*Shadow's eyes widen. Then he closes them, hugging Sonic back*

I'm so glad you're here... I'm so glad you got away... Thank you for telling me...

... Yeah..

IIf you ever wanna tell me about it... Your past... You can.. I'm here for you, always. Okay?

.. Okay... Thank you, love ...

*Sonic kisses his head* Are you okay..?

......Better .... Yes ...

... Better is good ... *They hold each other for a while*

[gatitties]

Heyyy, I was wondering if you could do Dad! Sanzu x teen! Daughter! Reader where she has an eating disorder due to not feeling any control over anything that happens in her life since Sanzu is addicted and stuff and Sanzu finding out and how he reacts and what he does to help her! Tyy

─Dad!Sanzu x teen!daughter!reader (platonic)

─Summary: your life begins to fall apart because of your father's addictions, but it's never too late to get back on track.

─Warnings: drugs, alcoholism, a little angst?

Part two

─ Your bad eating habits began just as Sanzu began with his addiction, a spiral of unfavorable events in which you found yourself dragged.

─ At first it wasn't that noticeable, since you were able to control some aspects of your life without a father present, however, it was too much pressure for a teenager.

─ You didn't have to be the one to pay attention to payroll and housing payments, to electricity, water, and food expenses, even though Sanzu brought an exaggerated amount of money, if he didn't know how to distribute it it wouldn't be of any use.

─ Not to mention that you had to take care of cleaning the house and the studies, counting on helping your father whenever he came home drunk.

─ Stress and lack of attention made you change all your life patterns, insomnia and nutritional deficiencies, you felt that you were only living so that your only family would not fade away, since despite everything you loved your father and you always tried to get him to at least leave the world of drugs, it was too late to leave crime, especially if it was his main source of income.

─ And honestly, Sanzu wouldn't have realized how emaciated you looked until some of your uncles, more specifically, the Haitani brothers, pointed it out.

─ It was a slap in the face for your father, all the drunkenness left his body when he came home and saw you awake just a couple of hours before your classes started, you were doing the homework that you had not been able to do because you were busy with other things.

─ You were scared when you felt him hug you, crying on your shoulder while he apologized between incomprehensible babbling due to his condition.

─ You consoled him with a few pats on the head, making it clear that you didn't hate him but the bad habits and environments he moved through.

─ He promised you to control himself, he promised you to take care of all those things that you shouldn't take care of at this age, he promised you to be a better father for you.

─ Although the change did not happen immediately, and the absence was still noticeable in the house, you did not have to control the money again to keep everything in order, you did not have to make the purchase on your own.

─ Sanzu began to leave notes around the house, since because of his work he couldn't always be with you, he made sure that you were well fed, if he had time before leaving, he would leave you breakfast or lunch prepared, if he couldn't, he would ask Kakucho to stop by the house to give you some food and ask you how you are doing in class.

─ He cut short his time in brothels and cut off some bad relationships to spend more quality time with you.

─ He made sure you rested properly, even forbidding you from doing tasks as simple as washing the dishes.

─ He doesn't want to see you as bad as that time again, it seemed like you didn't even think, that you were an automated robot to do essential things, the drug was not only consuming him, but also his loved ones and he didn't want to experience that again.

─ Of course, quitting an addiction is not something he can do overnight, but he would take the time he needed so that at least you could live a normal adolescence and life, away from all the shit he had at his back.

[nogenderbee]

♡˗ˏ✎*ೃ˚ ℝ𝕠𝕓𝕠-ℝ𝕦𝕚 ₊˚ˑ༄

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ @sucodelaranja86 request: UHI DONT KNOW IF ITS STILL OPEN BUT IF YES

Rui who gives a mini robo-rui for his s/o 🙏

(yes i am still obsessed with that)

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ DW I GOT YOUUU

I swear I loved writing it >w< Hopefully you'll like it a bit too!!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fluff

Rui has been acting really weird recently... sure, he is a little special snowflake naturally which you loved about him, but he's been even weirder than he usually is!

Because why is he so persistant on coming into his room first and panickly runs around whenever you visit him? And one day you even caught him putting some planket over... something... you have no idea what that is, since you never got clear look at it. But you were sure of one thing... he was hiding something.

Tho one day, you finally caught something more...

It started by him casually running into his room before you even get closer to the door and covering something with the blanket, fixing it by the time you entered, as if making sure you won't be able to see anything.

"What are you hiding there?"

"I told you before, you'll get to know that soon enough!"

"You said the same thing week ago..."

"It's simply... not ready yet."

You just sighed and made yourself comfy on his couch. Whatever was under that blanket cleaerly still on your mind, as you tried to figure out what it could be by looking at whatever was inside.

"Fufu~ Don't think about it too much..."

"Why's there 2 yellow lights?"

"Huh-?"

Looking back at the blanket, he noticed 2 gold lights that were still visible through materials... and he knows he got himself a problem right here, since he has to turn it off before it overheats... but you're also here...

"Darling... may I ask you to... turn around?"

He scratched the back of his neck, a bit nervous and embarrassed he had to ask you to do something like that just because of his mistake.

"Oh no, I'm getting to know what it is. It's about time after what... 3 weeks?"

"2 and a half..."

Boy sighed to himself, letting his hands drop to his side. His eyes looking for any sign of cooperation from you, yet your crossed arms were a clear sign to him... you weren't about to back away...

"Alright... just... please keep in mind I'm not sure about it yet..."

"It's okey!"

You reassured already excited to see what he was hiding for so long!

Once he lifted the blanket, you saw... Robo-Rui? It looks like it... it's similiar to Robo-Nene from the s tyle it's built, but it looks like Rui instead of looking like Nene...

"Is this..."

"Heh~ You said so many times you'd love a Robo-Me... and since our anniversary is coming up... I thought you may like it..."

He was clearly flustered now. As if not sure if you'll thank him or call him a weirdo for what he did.

"Seriously?! I love it!!"

But luckily for him, your eyes were already sparkling with happines once you saw the robot and heard why he made it! Giving him a big reassuring hug, which he gladly took and let his arms relax.

"Hm~ Well... would you like to see few options? I can't let you take it since it's 99% safe, and... I'd prefer to not risk with that 1%..."

"Oh asbolutely! I'll gladly see whatever you have to show me!"

"Well, my dear... you already saw the lights, which I planned to be a little source of light for you at all times or even to scare off some people when you put it in the dark~"

"Haha~ Of course you had that idea..."

"Can you blame me? But! There's also like... 12 other functions of which 10 are ready, and today, I'll be showing you... 6!"

He was clearly not a lot calmer as he explained and showed you few functions of the Robo-Rui, not wanting to show you all, so you'd still have some stuff to discover on your own when he finally gives it to you!

﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌

@bleachtheidiot @akitosheart @yulikesminori @toyaswif3y @bl4cktourmaline @superstar-ethereal @stellas-starry-stories13 @alicewinterway18 @hakulivesformusic @wabatle @sucodelaranja86 - come get your crazy inventor~

[space-mermaid-writing]

Of monsters and men [IronStrange]

Summary: Some kidnappers fucked up big time and now Tony is bonded to this strange demon he continues to summon by accident.

Tags: demon!Stephen Strange, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Angst, Whump, body horror, protective Stephen Strange, Stephen Strange needs a hug

Author's note: 1. The villain of the week is so unimportant, I didn't even name him 2. I made a logic mistake. This chapter is a last minute addition, but I put it at the wrong place. In the previous chapter Tony mentions Ultron. That means Jarvis is gone. Unfortunately, this chapter is 25% Jarvis' snarks. I could have changed him to Friday but they don't have the same vibe. I could have <i> not</i> posted this chapter. But I don't want you to deprive of it. It's a nice chapter. So please just ignore the issue. Beta by@harpywritesfic and @kvjjjjjj.

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Chapter 9: You need to be more careful

Tony dodged an attack, scowling. His opponents looked like humans, simple civilians, except they were flying and shooting lasers out of their eyes. As soon as the faceplate of his Iron Man armor had closed, his HUD told him they were nothing more than robots - hyper-realistic human-looking androids, designed to deceive and destroy.

“How are the new updates holding, Jarvis?” The numbers in the corner of his display seemed alright but Tony asked his A.I. anyway because he trusted Jarvis more than any other source. He valued his opinion on this matter, especially in the heat of battle.

Tony dodged another attack and blasted one of the androids in the back, right where Jarvis had marked a weak spot. The robot shut down and fell like dead weight.

It thus joined the growing number of robots Tony had already taken out of the air. The attacks had started over Manhattan, and by now they had moved to somewhere over Brooklyn. The engineer suspected, or at least hoped, that a ground team from Shield was collecting the crashed robots. Tony didn't have time to keep an eye out on them to make sure this technology didn't fall into the hands of another enemy.

“So far they are exceeding expectations. With the amount of additional power flowing through, I would have thought that the structure would be weakened in the long term.”

“You thought it would blow up into my face, didn't you?” Tony realized, amusement creeping into his tone. There were three androids left. Time to wrap this up.

“It wouldn't be the first time that a weak point only becomes visible during a field test.”

Tony was targeting another weak spot when he became distracted, too slow to dodge another attack that hit his side with a jarring force.

“Like the new hydraulic dampers just now,” Jarvis continued unfazed. “The structure of the cylinders at the arms was considerably damaged by the last hit. I advise you to return to the lab soon.”

“Right after I’ve finished this,” Tony retorted because there was no way he would just leave mid-fight.

Jarvis seemed to know this as well. He delivered his next words with a level of deadpan that shouldn't be possible for an A.I. “Of course, Sir.”

Tony sent a repulsor blast to one of the androids. It didn't have the desired effect. “J, why is the power so low?”

“The line goes past the elbow and there-”

“The hydraulics press on it. I understand.” That wasn't good. But he would manage. He still had several missiles hidden in this suit.

“May I suggest calling backup?” Jarvis said anyway, always concerned about Tony's well-being.

Before the engineer could answer, he was hit with considerable force and thrown against the nearest building. The impact was so strong that he broke through the wall and landed under a pile of bricks.

Some part of his armor made a noise that didn't sound good.

“Sir, the-”

“I know.” Tony pushed himself up onto his forearms, far too slowly, and turned just as slowly. The weight of the armor worked against him. In return, he felt every bruise this fight had given him so far. And a few more he'd had before that. Although he was protected in his armor and all hits and impacts were absorbed, it was still not as perfect as he would have liked. Tony worked on a long-term solution: Nanobots. Tiny little, perfectly programmed individual pieces that followed his every command, and stopped attacks better than a full suit of armor ever could. But he was still at the beginning of his research in that direction and it would take some time before the nanobots were anyway near ready. Until then, he would continue to improve his current armor system.

Tony opened his faceplate and searched for what had hit him.

This time it wasn't a robot, but a man with a jetpack on his back. Over his body, he wore individual pieces of armor that looked like a cheap version of an earlier Iron Man armor. But between the individual elements, there were large gaps between which a small, beefy body could be seen. The helmet left the face exposed, showing sneering eyes.

The three remaining androids gathered around him. They seemed to belong together.

“Not looking so brilliant now. You finally met your match. I'm going to bring down the great Tony Stark.”

The voice was unusually hoarse and sounded suspiciously like the voice the robots had used to talk to Tony at the beginning of the fight.

The words sounded rather personal. Tony had no idea who the man was but it looked like he had a personal vendetta against him. Well, he wasn't the first, and Tony doubted he would be the last – unfortunately.

It was time to follow Jarvis' suggestion and call backup. He pulled his legs up to sit a little more comfortably. There was a smile on his lips, probably from the adrenaline pumping through his veins and from the knowledge of how this would end.

The villain made a step towards him. “I'm going to wipe that smug smirk off your face, Stark.”

The man saw the thin line of blood that ran down Tony's face, but he didn't notice the droplets disappearing into the ground. Each drop seemed to absorb into the earth, as if the ground itself was thirsting for the evidence of the upcoming confrontation that was inevitable.

Tony huffed over the threat, the corners of his lips curling upwards. “You're so screwed.”

“You are delusional if you think-” The villain faltered when suddenly a demon appeared right next to Tony. He frowned but he wasn't intimidated by the unfamiliar figure. Not yet.

Stephen took one look at Tony, and he wasn't happy with what he saw. His eyes darkened, a storm brewing within their depths before darting over to the other human, who Stephen assessed had caused this. The anger radiating from him was almost tangible, a dark cloud that threatened to engulf the scene. “Ɏøᵾ,” he growled with voice like a chalkboard scratching, each word dripping with menace. “mȺđɇ Ⱥ mɨsŧȺꝁɇ.”

His cloak morphed into long, strong, and rather sharp tentacles, which darted towards the villain with a speed that was both mesmerizing and terrifying. The villain, realizing the danger he was in, felt a flicker of panic surge through him. Still, he wasn't fast enough to escape.

“We talked about this, Stephen.” Tony's voice stayed casual, almost nonchalant, while he looked down to investigate the damage on his hydraulic cylinders. “Keep them alive.”

“If you insist,” Stephen replied, his tone laced with a hint of reluctance. He understood Tony's principles and the moral code that governed his actions, but the primal urge to get revenge was a hard instinct to suppress. Nobody touched what was his.

Tony did insist. He had been very clear about this.

As the tentacles closed in, the villain's bravado crumbled, revealing the fear that lay beneath. “Wait! We can talk about this!” he stammered, his voice rising in pitch.

Tony glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Talk? You had your chance to talk when you decided to come after me.”

“But I-” the villain started before Stephen grabbed him by his throat. His sharp nails pressed into the soft skin of his neck and jaw, right into the soft spot directly under the jaw.

“Ħøw đȺɍɇ ɏøᵾ Ⱥđđɍɇss ħɨm” Stephen snarled in disgust. His steel blue eyes showed rage. If he could, he would drag this guy into the Dark Dimension and show him its horrors. Even if it was only for a moment. It would be enough to push him into insanity.

The androids were crushed into unrecognizable pieces by the tentacles. Since they weren't technically alive, the rule didn't apply to them. And Stephen found their very existence an insult, especially when faced with Tony's superior technology.

“What...” The man had trouble breathing and his voice was hoarse. “What are you?” He tried to free himself from the grip but he didn't stand a chance against the tentacles.

“Ɏøᵾ wøᵾłđnŧ ᵾnđɇɍsŧȺnđ ɨŧ ɇvɇn ɨf Ɨ ŧøłđ ɏøᵾ.”

His eyes lit up briefly as he summoned magic, and glowing rope coiled around the human body like snakes, constricting him in a way he could not escape.

Then Stephen let him go and the villain fell with an anxious scream. The other end of the magic rope had attached itself to the surprisingly undamaged fire escape near the large hole in the wall, ensuring that the guy didn't hit the asphalt. Instead, the rope tightened and he dangled from it, hitting the brick wall once with the momentum he had left. He had no way of getting away from there by himself.

Stephen no longer cared about him. He had more important things to do. He turned back to Tony, who had opened the front of the armor and was now sitting with his upper body out of it. “J, have the line relocated and use a stronger alloy for the dampers. That should fix the problem.” Tony looked up when Stephen crouched next to him. “Thanks for stopping by.”

Stephen ignored his words and went right to scolding the engineer. “You should be more careful.” Despite his harsh words, his grip was gentle as usual when he cupped Tony's face to identify where the blood was coming from. The contrast between his stern demeanor and the tenderness of his touch spoke volumes about their relationship – one built on trust, care, and an unspoken understanding.

There was a small laceration along Tony's hairline, which Stephen quickly healed with a flick of his wrist, the magic flowing effortlessly from him. Then his hands wandered lower, searching for other injuries he knew were there. The instinct to protect Tony was almost overwhelming.

Tony let him have this and didn't bat an eye about the lack of personal space. “What can I say? I just love getting thrown through solid walls.”

But Stephen's next words made him realize that the joke fell flat. “Not funny.” The demon's expression darkened as he found a big bruise on the side of Tony's ribs, watching the man flinch as soon as he touched the spot. He healed it as well, the warmth of his magic enveloping Tony like a protective cocoon.

Tony's face became softer, the corners of his mouth lifting in a gentler smile as he put his hand on Stephen's to get his full attention. The gesture was familiar, intimate even. “I know you're there to catch me.”

Tony only had a few people he let get close to and whom he trusted. Mostly Rhodey, Pepper and Happy. But even they had their limits regarding Tony. Each of these relationships was a delicate balance, shaped by shared experiences, unspoken expectations, and the weight of their individual burdens.

Happy was his driver and bodyguard, a steadfast presence in Tony's chaotic life. However, in a fight against superhumans, he stood no chance. Tony didn't want to drag him into that perilous world, where the stakes were often life and death. Happy's loyalty was unwavering, but Tony recognized that his friend was not equipped to face the extraordinary threats that loomed over them.

Pepper, on the other hand, had enough on her plate as the CEO of Stark Industries. The demands of her position were immense, and the pressure to maintain the company’s reputation and success often left her with little room for anything else. Their romantic relationship had been fraught with complications, and after a series of misunderstandings and emotional upheavals, she had clearly articulated her limits. Tony didn't hold it against her.

Rhodey was the closest thing Tony had to a brother. Their camaraderie was forged in the fires of battle and tempered by years of friendship. Yet, even they had clashed in the past, and there were moments when Tony felt a profound sense of betrayal. Those feelings lingered like shadows even after they had talked it out and ostensibly moved on. Trust, while strong, was not infallible, and Tony could never be one hundred percent sure. There was always some doubt left, a nagging voice in the back of his mind that questioned whether their bond could withstand the trials they faced. Despite this, Tony trusted Rhodey with his life, knowing that their shared experiences had created a foundation that was difficult to shake.

When it came to the Avengers, Tony had a complicated relationship with trust. He relied on them to have his back in a fight; mostly. Yet, he was acutely aware that most of them had their own agendas, their own motivations that could easily conflict with the greater good.

Stephen was different. He was a constant presence, always there when Tony called him. Sure, the demon had no choice since he was bonded to Tony, but that didn’t diminish the significance of their connection. In fact, Stephen easily could despise him, could probably fight against their bond. Yet, he didn’t succumb to bitterness; instead, he came willingly, often expressing his displeasure when he thought that Tony should have called him earlier in a fight. This willingness to engage, to be present in his life no matter what strengthened the depth of their bond.

It might be fake, a byproduct of a ritual gone wrong, but Tony happily indulged the illusion that Stephen would behave the same even without their bond. The way Stephen looked at him, with an intensity that was both disarming and reassuring, made it difficult for Tony to dismiss the possibility of genuine affection.

If this was a regular human, Tony would call the expression he saw in his blue eyes love.

“I am,” the demon muttered, his voice low and earnest. He turned his hand to take Tony's hand in his, and moved it to his lips. He placed a gentle kiss on his knuckles, a silent vow.

Tony understood it even without words. “Let's go home.”

Stephen smiled at that word, a warmth spreading through him at the thought. The penthouse in the tower wasn't his home, but being at Tony's side felt just like it.

[drainslo]

Lovers to Enemies-- Chishiya x Reader (Pt 2)

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The card. He took the card and left and so I was left with nothing.

To say everything seemed grim would be an understatement.

I walked outside the flaming interior of the Beach to find Arisu commemorating the dead. Noble for someone who was condemned by the very people he now tried to honor.

"Hey," I said walking over to Arisu and Usagi.

"You're alive," Usagi smiled and gave me a side-hug. In her eyes there was an unspoken sense of trauma from what we both had gone through.

"What do you think comes next?" Arisu asked, staring absentmindedly at the roaring flames which consumed the Beach.

The flames licked upward, destroying what had been our former utopia. The air was filled with a light smoke that reminded me of cigarettes every time I inhaled. It wasn't exactly unpleasant, but it felt like an appropriate reminder of the ones who had fallen.

"It could be more games." A familiar voice joined our conversation and we all turned to find An standing behind us, limping with Kuina at her side.

"God, I hope not," Kuina said.

"Are you okay?" Usagi exclaimed and chattered with the others over Kuina's injuries. Apparently she had gotten involved with Last Boss in a Karate fight to protect An. I never knew Kuina had done the sport.

The only thing I had known about Kuina was that she was close with Chishiya. I frequently saw him whispering to her during the Beach. She stayed away from me mostly. I never played games with her either.

"You're not-- with him right?" Arisu said slowly, breaking the flow of the conversation. For a second I paused, racking my thoughts to find who he was talking about until I realized who the "him" was.

"Chishiya? Hell no. I'm so sorry to you both for what he did to you. I wish it could've worked out another way," her voice trailed off as the others began to comfort her. But she never denied having any involvement in the plan.

She always knew, then.

I drifted off to the sound of soft whispers between the survivors of the Beach. Before I fully fell asleep, I could've sworn I saw the ghost of a white hoodie on the outskirts of the makeshift campground that vanished.

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An's prediction echoed in my ears as the collar clicked around my neck. The robotic voice of a woman who I now had known to be Mira announced my registration. It of course had to be more games.

After almost dying from the King of Spades, I chose the Jack of Hearts as my venue of poison. I always did fairly well in hearts games at the Beach, and after being separated from the others I wouldn't have to betray anyone I knew. It was my specialty after all.

There was no guarantee I could find good teammates at clubs venues, and forget Spades or Diamonds. Those would have me killed faster than Chishiya tried to.

The dimly lit jail was a dismal site for a game; the walls and floors had traces of mold covering them. The players around me eyed each other with suspicion. A few chatted.

The sound of moans coming from a cell nearby made my face flush as I awkwardly craned my head to see the source of where it was coming from.

Big mistake.

A man with broad shoulders was ramming his girlfriend against the wall quite passionately. I didn't look away for a second, and I nearly jumped out of my skin when a silky voice spoke almost directly into my ear.

"Like what you see? My my, I didn't know you were into... things like that. But I guess we never tried anything like it."

Unknowingly, I instinctually backed towards the entrance of a cell that was away from the couple. I turned to find Chishiya who followed my steps until we were both in a cell.

"What--" I trailed off as he closed the door behind him with a faint click. He looked at me hungrily, the way he looked at me after he was the only survivor in a game.

I felt the cold wall touch my back as I pressed against it. Chishiya stood mere inches away from my face, threatening my very existence.

He traced my jawline with one of his hands, and with the other braced himself against the wall. I could hear the sound of his breathing amidst the faint background noise of everything else.

"I knew I'd find you here," Chishiya smiled quietly, almost to himself. "You would choose a hearts game, and the lowest one to maximize your chances of survival." He answered the question I had before I ever asked it.

He was impossibly close, and yet impossibly far away at the same time. I could've sworn he leaned in slightly, until the sound of the game starting chimed.

Without saying another word, he vanished into the main area the others were congregating. It was like he was never there, never with me.

Just as it always had been.