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Rung, whirl, nickel mostly. Or anyone else who has a semi-high voice!

With pleasure-

Date a robot who is mourning their creator's death

writing fanfics is so hard?? wtf??

~piss anon, with writer's block.

I’m loving you piss anon

‘Nuff said.

Oh hey can I get some uhhhhhh Piers headcanons with a sleep deprived S/O? Pretty please with a cherry on top? 🌸

This hit hard from home to me. I’ve had many sleepless nights, especially since quarantine started. But remember; Self-care is important so please take care of yourself and get enough sleep, food, and water! I love all of you guys and I only want what’s best for you guys!

Piers! X Sleep Deprived! Reader;

KeyWords:

Y/N= Your/Name

F/P= Favorite/Pokemon

H/C= Hair/Color

H/L= Hair/Length

Piers knew what he was getting into when he asked you to be his girlfriend. Though, he failed to realize one thing. You had one very big problem.

Hours and hours would pass and still, you laid restless in your bed. Time was ticking away till the night was over and you where running out of time. With you F/P by your side, you though you would finally be able to get some shut-eye; but alas, that request fell upon deafened ears.

Before anyone knew it, the sun was arising as stray Rookidie’s cry’s could be Heard for miles.

Your handsome boyfriend began to sturr in the shining bright light as he stretched and looked up from his groggy state at you. What he saw slightly surprised him.

He was met with a face that wasn’t his sweet girlfriend but a tired zombie-like face. Large eye bags littered the bottom of your eyes as your eyes where bloodshot. Your H/C hair was ratty and uneven as you looked at him and moved closer, slinging into his arm and rubbing your head into the underside of his arm.

Piers frowned, “Did it happen again”? His voice was soft and calm as you could only nod your head, your F/P let out a whimper as it cuddled into your back. The sickly-thin man sighed. “I’m so sorry this happens to you sweetheart”. He knew what it’s like. He used to spend hours and hours up at night perfecting song to his best efforts.

However he was snapped out of his thoughts to hear your soft sniffling. “Hey-babe, ‘m here! It’s gonna be ok we‘er gonna get ya’ the help ya’ need, ok”? He heard a small voice in response.

“Y-yah. I ju-just don’t know what all they can do”! The man frowned, cupping your cheek as he gently brought his lips to yours. “I promise it will be ok”.

And it was. The man was able to keep his promise and that very day, you where taken to the doctor and a sleep specialist. The doctor gave you a simple medication and the specialist preformed a Sleep Study, finding out that you would need a mask to help you breath better.

Once Piers found out that you could get better, he was happy, wait no; that’s an understatement; he was rejoiced! He placed his hands in your H/C, H/L hair and kissed you on the lips while your hands should trail into his white and black locks.

Your F/P ran/floated/flew around you two before nudging into you both letting cheerful cry’s. What quite chocked you is that Obstagoon let itself out of its Pokéball and wrapped its arms around you both, picking you both up in the process.

That night was amazing. You both went to bed at 9 and both would up at 9. For the first time since you can remember, you slept a whole 12 hours. And plus, you awoke to Piers, F/P, and Obstagoon making breakfast. You only could walk up to them in silence and hug each of them individually. Finally, your life might be getting brighter. And as you finally pulled away from the hug, his voice lingered in your ear; “I love you, always have, always will”.

A Little Too Late. Right? (1/?)

Right??

Yes, I had to re-upload this due to internet and spelling errors. I hope you guys enjoy it, but a warning; it’s sad. I also gave it a new title.

If you have recently experienced self-destructive thoughts, or have hurt yourself, please reachout to someone. we all love you, I love you, your friends and family love you, so please don’t hurt or think badly about yourself! If you think you have no one to talk too, then please come to me. I’ll drop whatever I’m doing to help you/get you the help you need. You’re not a burden, and never will be. No matter your age, gender, sexuality, race, etc, you are loved, even if you don’t believe it. so please; reach out to someone, or reach out to me, and I promise, you’ll feel better.

Warnings: Self-Harm Mention, Self-Destructive Behavior, Heavy Angst, Pissed Off Jetstorm, Depressed Jetfire, Forest Fires, and Burnt Bodies (Kinda)

Note: Emergency requests are now open. If you need something written for mental health, those will be the first ones to get done before any other requests.

Molten ash.

      It was all that Jetfire could see through the hazed smoke, faint crackling filling his audio receptors. Where was he? Who was he? What happened? Questions threw themselves inside his pounding processors as he winced sharply. He made no move to get up, not knowing the damage his body had taken. He exhaled roughly, his chest aflame from the surrounding heat. He was going to die here. And…he was ok with that. He hated that he was ok with that, knowing he should be strong as a member of the Elite Guard but, where were they? He saw no sign of them. He didn’t blame them, they probably wanted this. He wasn’t much help, he only caused destruction. What kind of a useful weapon is fire anyway?? Did he cause this? Did he cause his own death? A staticked chuckle pushed itself past his burnt metal lips. He deserved this didn’t he? Jetstorm didn’t need him, he was always great on his own; he didn’t need him. Jetfire’s flickering optics looked around him. He was surrounded by wild flames but past that, he could see trees, or… what was left of them. Tall burnt, shriveled sticks laid where lush green trees used to stand. He laid on a ground of wet mud, as the flames around him melted any remaining snow in the area. His optics dulled. So…he did do this. He could feel coolant try to fall from his wet optics but it would simply evaporate. The flames seemed to rise, knowing his emotions and feelings; after all, he did make them; and they crept closer to his frame. “I”. His voice couldn’t seem to work, making him frown. “I be sorry”. He pushed through the pain of his burning throat, even though it was begging to not be used, begging for recovery. “I be sorry brother”. His Russian accent almost seemed to melt away, taking his voice box with it. The pain was unbearable, but shouldn’t he be used to it? After all the things he had done to himself, why did this hurt the most? His chest tightened around his spark, almost feeling as though it began crushing it. He groaned. It hurt. It hurt so fucking much. But, he knew he deserved it. Didn’t he? He had to, right? It didn’t matter. He was going to finally die, and nothing could stop that. He looked at himself, using all the strengthen left to lift his head up. Both of his legs had burnt cabling jetting out of them, and sparks flying. His hands where as dark as soot, creating black streaks on his body and the surrounding ground around him. All white on his beautiful frame was now a dark, murky, deep grey. And his Autobot insignia. It was melted, fused to his chest plate. On the ground around him was bright pink Energon, some of it even boiling. He was a fucking mess. “I was so sure”. He smiled at the hazy sky before shutting his eyes for the last time.

     His body shook, tears dripping out of his bright blue optics. Jazz held him close, stroking his back comfortingly while glancing at Sentinal Prime, who was looking down; grief lacing his faceplate. “I-“. The Prime hesitated. “I don’t know what we can do”. The crying mech glanced furiously at him, his teeth moving into a snarl. “What?! What you mean you don’t know what we can do?!” Jetstorm clawed at his helm, placing scratches in it. “We don’t know where he went. He was out of control”! The prime persuaded the young bot, knowing anything else he could say wound make him snap. “Brother is out there”! Jetstorm choked oh his dripping tears as Jazz patting his back slightly to help him. Sentinal Prime looked at his cremate, not knowing what to do in a situation like this. “Jetstorm I-”. The furious blue mech interrupted him. “Please…Don’t tell me anything”. His voice was now much calmer as he sobbed openly. “I will go find Jetfire, With or without your help”. He pushed himself away from Jazz and ran out of the ship before transforming quickly and jetting off, as fast as he could possibly go. The air was cold, yes, but he couldn’t give two flying shits. He needed Jetfire. He needed his twin. Jetstorm knew that he would never forgive himself if he allowed Jetfire to offline himself. But…what if he was too late? Despite being in jet mode, coolant still fell from his optics. He sped up, not caring about any of the sleeping humans below. He needed to find his twin. He blasted through the city, advancing to the full forest past Lake Erie.  He didn’t know how far he traveled, but it felt like it took him years just to leave the city. Jetstorm’s thoughts where full of hatred. All words himself. He could have been there. He SHOULD have been there. But he wasn’t. His brother was out there; in the freezing frost; hurt and full of self-hatred. He needed his brother. And his brother needed him.

     The flight was long, too long before Jetstorm could see smoke in the distance, causing his to go at full blast. Before he knew it, a puff of smoke became hungry flames, reaching high into the air. He transformers quickly, hitting the earth hard before looking around at the hissing inferno. His breaths where frantic. This had to be his doing. It HAD to! Coolant stained his cheek as he moved hand up, before sending a powerful blast of a water cyclone at the flames, extinguishing a few of them. He did this a few times, checking every spot he could. He wouldn’t give up, but there was no sign of his beloved brother.  That was, until he stepping something. He slowly looked down and lifted his foot. He let out a chocked sob as pink Energon coated his ped. He set is foot down, and looked around ferociously until his eyes fell on a sigh that he wished he never saw. Jetfire laid on the muddy ground, none of his colors where even recognizable as he was covered in scorched soot. Jetstorm sprinted to his brother and slid on his knees to the burnt frame. “B-brother”? His voice was barely above a whisper as he went to go touch him, but froze, hands above his twin’s chest, feeling the heat radiating off of his frame. “Poor b-brother”. His sobs returned as he laid his helm on his twin’s chest, and sobbed into it. He was too late. He had failed himself but most importantly, he had failed Jetfire. “Brother, I am of the sorry”! He sobbed and sobbed, till he couldn’t sob anymore. He kept his helm on his brother and heaved a quivered sigh as loose tears washed away a bit of soot on Jetfire’s frame. His brother was gone. Gone forever.

Ba-dum

“W-what”?

Ba-dum

Jetstorm froze before placing his audio fin over the center of his brother’s chest.

Ba-dum

Was it?

Ba-dum

It was!

     A spark beat filled his ears, causing him to burst into tears again, but not from sadness. Oh no, not from sadness at all.  Jetstorm pulled his brother’s limp body into his arms and sobbed. He was alive. Jetfire was alive. “T-thank t-the All S-Spark”! The fire that used to surround the twins had died down, now only weak little flames, being extinguished  quickly by the snow that began to fall. He scooped his brother up gently in his arms and used one hand to comm Sentinal. Moments later, a swirl of blue and green appeared, and Jetstorm heaved a sigh. “Brother, we be heading home”.

piss is good

Fuck. Piss good.

Make this also famous or else

Must write sexy story

I wanna bite shockwave 👀

Is this your way of telling me you want a Shockwave x reader with a biting kink-?👀

Cuz I will do it if you wish-

sis i found your account n almost cried from the cuteness on it. can i request a leon and raihan (separate) fluffy smut where they realise they have feelings for each other and just- yeah fluff

I haven’t write smut in a good few months so I accept the challenge! This is more of a lime then smut due to me having many requests and I’m far behind. Also, I made Leon’s more steamy then Raihan’s because you don’t see many ‘sweet loving’ Raihan fics out there.

I know you wanted this with them together but I already texted you bout’ it UwU. Requests are open! I’m getting them done slowly!

(Awww plz don’t cry hon, cuz I’ll start crying ;-;. I’m glad you like my account!❤️)

Leon! And Raihan!; x Reader smut!

TW: NSFW content, sub! Leon, Raihan gains dominance, soft boys.

KeyWords:

Y/N= Your Name

Leon:

Well- this was a weird turn of events. Leon pressed against you, grinding slightly on your leg as you where pressed up agains the door of the closet. He let out a soft growl In your ear as you moved you leg, allowing it to grind Into him more.

“F-Fuck babe, just.. just like that”. He breathlessly panted, stuttering on his words. His face was a deep red as you could basically feel heat radiating off of him. You smirked, moving your hand up and weaving your fingers through his soft purple hair.

“Yah? You like that”? Your voice was almost like venom, making Leon moan softly.

“Damn you”.. his usual confident voice now almost a squeak. You only chuckled, moving your hand down and softly palming him through his boxers. Your soft movement and squeezes here and there make him cry out, causing his knees to give way as he tumbled to the floor.

“God, what a mess you are”. A smirk made its way to your lips as you got on top of him. He could barely keep his eyes open as tears where perked at the corners. The overwhelming feeling of pleasure ran through his veins and you could only watch as he was just such a moaning mess. You allowed him to finally kiss you for the first time that night. It was so full of passion and neediness it even made you whimper. You moved your hand back down and moved back to his erected member, as your other arm trailed up as grabbed his chin, tilting it far upwards. You broke the kiss before moving to his neck; sucking on the sensitive skin. He only whimpered when you bit over his Adam’s Apple and giving it a long lick. God, you where good with your tongue. It was almost scary. You sucked on it, not caring that you where sloppy and made a mess. Your other hand unbuttoned his shorts; allowing you to slip a hand in. He let out a loud gasp as you went straight for the head of his painfully hard cock, delicately drawing shapes on the head with your thumb.

“Let’s get these off”. You growled, pulling his shorts and boxers off slowly, making sure the materials graze across his member.

“Let’s have some fun, shall we”?

Raihan:

Silence. It was all anyone could hear except for the quiet ruffle of the sheets. A tall male loomed over a fragile female, their lips locked together as the males right hand moved up to cup the other’s breast. She whimpered, moving her hand up to thread into the soft spiked hair of the other. He cooed, leaning into her touch.

“Y-Y/N”. His whimpers where soft as the said female smirked, petting his hair slowly.

“You like that don’t you Rai”? He only let out a small groan as he closed his eyes in pleasure, before leaning in and connecting their lips again. He smiled slightly as he licked her under-lip for permission, resulting in her instantly opening her mouth and moving her tongue around his. It was quite beautiful really. They weren’t ‘having sex’, they where ‘making love’. The two truly cared about each other and only wanted the best for one another. Raihan would do anything for his y/n and y/n would do anything for her Raihan. Raihan moves up, cradling her by the small of her back and pushed her against him. Her hands in his hair and his hands against her back. He moved one of his hands up and gripped her chin, turning her head to the side as he dipped down and gently bit at her neck. She whimpered quietly, only encouraging his movements more as he left a beautiful blue bruise on her neck. As this all was taking place, both of you where slowly stripping each other of clothing. By the time they both where done, he loomed over her, a smirk plastered on his prominent features.

“I’m going to make you squirm”.