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[egnidres]

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

hiii! can i request a bucky fanfic that takes place in civil war? specifically, the scene where zemo activated the winter solider and he starts attacking the avengers. and the soldier notices reader but for some reason spares her. maybe the reader is also an avenger, and has an established relationship with bucky? thank youuuu, have a good day! <33

Sparing You » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Avenger!Female Reader with Steve Rogers/Captain America and the Avengers

Summary: Bucky spares you when he’s in Winter Soldier mode.

Warnings: Fluff, tiny bit of Angst, language, established relationship, boyfriend!Bucky/girlfriend!reader, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request @timmytimberdrake 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

As you watched the camera footage of the room Bucky is in with Zemo, you could tell that something wasn’t right about Zemo. You didn’t need to be in the same room as him to know that.

“Something doesn’t seem right with that Zemo guy.” You say.

Steve nods as he continues to watch the footage. You stood up from your seat and walked over to Steve, standing next to him to get a better look at the screen. As you guys continued watching it, the power went out, confusing everyone. You, Steve, and Sam exchanged looks before making your way to where Bucky is. Bucky wasn’t in the metal pod or anywhere in the room when you guys got in there. Zemo wasn’t on the floor. Steve grabbed him by his jacket and slammed him against the wall.

“What the hell did you do to him?” You asked Zemo.

“You’ll find out in a moment, Miss. Y/L/N.” Zemo says, smirking evilly.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

How the hell does he know your name?

That’s when Bucky came out of nowhere and started attacking Steve and Sam. He threw Sam against the pod and shoved Steve against the elevator doors hard enough to make him fall through them. Your eyes went wide. That was enough to tell you that Bucky is in Winter Soldier mode. Bucky turned around, accidentally bumping into you. You stumbled backwards, but didn’t fall. You stared up at him, waiting for him to attack you, but he didn’t. He just stared down at you for a few seconds before walking away. Now, you’re confused.

Why didn’t he attack you like he did to Steve and Sam just seconds ago?

You followed him through the building, making sure he didn’t notice you. You hid along the wall that led to a seating area with some tables. You poked your head out to see Bucky attacking the rest of the Avengers.

“Is Barnes in there?” Tony asks from behind you.

“Yes.” You replied.

Tony got his blaster ready and aimed it at Bucky, blasting him. Your eyes went wide when he did that. You watched Bucky approach Tony with a gun.

“Uh oh.” You mumbled to yourself.

You felt like you should do something. You ran out to the seating area before Bucky could shoot Tony. You managed to get the gun out of Bucky’s strong grip. You unloaded the bullets from it and threw it as far as you could. Bucky just stared at you. You gulped, thinking he was going to attack you this time, but he didn’t. He gently moved you to the side before attacking Tony.

“Why didn’t Barnes attack you?” T’Challa asks.

“I-I don’t know.” You replied.

You didn’t let Bucky out of your sight even when after he went after T’Challa. You followed him, keeping your distance. Following him led both of you to the roof of the building. You watched Bucky get on the helicopter and started it. Steve opened the door, entering the roof. You watched Steve run towards the helicopter and grabbed onto it so Bucky couldn’t fly away. He used all of his strength to pull it down. He wanted to stop his best friend before things got worse.

———

Steve managed to get Bucky to an abandoned factory. Bucky was unconscious at the moment. You stared at Bucky while biting your nails as you thought to yourself. You were curious to know why Bucky didn’t attack you when he was in Winter Soldier mode. That’s when it hit you. You and Bucky met during your trip to Romania last Summer. You and him hung out and got to know each other. You two made it official before leaving to go back home. You guys kept yours and his relationship a secret. You hate that you kept this from your friends, especially Steve.

“Y/N, are you ok? Did he hurt?” Steve asks, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Hmm? Yea, I’m fine. He didn’t hurt me.” You say.

Steve stared at you, studying your body language. He could tell that you were keeping something from him and he’s going to find out what it is.

“Cap, he’s waking up.” Sam says.

You, Steve, and Sam enter the area Bucky is in. Bucky groans as he wakes up. He furrows his eyebrows when he notices that his metal arm is wedged in some kind of machine.

“Steve…” Bucky says, his voice raspy from waking up.

“Which Bucky am I talking to?” Steve asks.

“Your mom’s name is Sarah and you used to wear newspaper in your shoes.” Bucky says.

“Can’t read that in a museum.” Steve says.

“And now, we’re supposed to be cool?” Sam says.

“What did I do?” Bucky asks, looking at Sam.

“Nothing.” You say softly.

Bucky turns his attention to you, smiling when he seen you. Steve looks from Bucky to you, sensing something between the two of you.

“What’s going on between you two?” Steve asks you and Bucky.

You looked at Bucky. He nodded, letting you know it’s ok to tell Steve about yours and his relationship.

“Remember when I went on a trip to Europe last Summer?” You asked.

Steve and Sam nodded.

“Well, I went to Romania for the remainder of my trip and I met Bucky when I was there. Him and I hung out and got to know each other. We made our relationship official before I came home. Him and I kept it a secret.” You explained.

“How long have you two been together?” Steve asks.

“Almost a year.” You tell him.

“A year?! Why didn’t you tell me?!” Steve says.

“Don’t get mad at her. I’m the one who said to keep our relationship a secret.” Bucky says.

Steve sighs and puts his hands on his hips, trying to process the fact that you kept your relationship with Bucky a secret for almost a year.

“Can I ask you something?” Sam ask Bucky.

Bucky looks at Sam and nods.

“Why didn’t you attack Y/N when you were in Winter Soldier mode?” He asks curiously.

“I wanted to spare her. Even though all of the programming, I still somehow knew who she is.” Bucky says.

You smiled and walked over to Bucky, giving him a hug.

“I would’ve forgiven you even if you did attack me.” You say softly, gazing in his blue eyes.

Bucky stared in your eyes. He loves how loving you are. He also loves how you can see past his mistakes he made over the years. That’s his favorite things about you. Bucky’s right hand cups your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin. He kisses you softly and sweetly. As Steve looks at the two of you and watches the cute moment unfold in front of him, he then realizes that Bucky most likely asked you to keep yours and his relationship a secret to protect you so nothing bad happened to you.

“You guys kept your relationship a secret to protect her, didn’t you?” Steve asks.

“Yes.” Bucky answers softly.

“I didn’t mean to get mad at you guys. It would’ve been nice to know. Just don’t keep anymore secrets from us, ok?” Steve says.

You and Bucky nodded. Now, that you guys talked everything out and got it out of the way, you guys can move forward on the plan.

“I know a guy.” Sam says.

Steve nods, letting Sam know to call him.

“I’ll protect you.” You say softly to Bucky.

“You’re so sweet, doll.” Bucky smiles. “I love you.” He almost whispers, kissing your lips softly.

“I love you too, sweetie.” You whispered back.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[rabotimagines]

"Pet names" pt2 GN! BOT Reader + Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire

Summary: Reader has become partial to using human pet names for everyone.

Warnings: none.

Genre/Theme: Platonic/with hints of crush

G1 characters included: Prowl, Ratchet, Blaster, Bumblebee, Skyfire.

Notes: Cybertronian Reader, Reader is around Ironhides age so older in mind

Pronouns: You, your, yours, them, they

Prowl is trying to get a verbal review of your report while finishing up his own. You've all been busy the past week, so you're walking through the ark hall while conversing. And you finish, so you move to hand him the physical report on the datapad. "Here you go, Pudding."

Prowl full-on stops in place when he hears what you say, fully expecting his audials to be glitching. "What did you just say?"

"Here you go, Pudding." You hold the datapad out, still completely unperturbed by what you'd just done and even more so when having to repeat it. Prowl processor lags- Because you're calling him- human pet names of all things without reason. But he forces his system to straighten out and consider your personality. This stops it from getting worse since this may just be you behaving like... you.

"You know my designation." Prowl settles on stating the fact.

"I do." You stated back, still wordlessly holding the datapad for him to take. Annoyance slowly seeps into Prowls frame at the exchange, and he takes the datapad from you.

Prowl gives you a long calculating look. "Do not do it again." He settled on.

You just shrugged, a small smirk curling on your derma. "Okay later then, Pumpkin." You turn and leave before Prowl comprehends this pet name, which makes his helm snap to your retreating form.

Prowl does not enjoy it. The incessant pet names you'd elected to now refer every autobot with. His wings twitch in annoyance whenever you call him "Pumpkin" or "Pudding" or allspark forbid "Peaches." Optimus fully pauldron shaking laughed the first time you'd called him that one. You humiliating Prowl was not how he wanted Optimus to get his R&R. However, he will tolerate it slightly more when Optimus is in the room. If not to watch you make a fool of Optimus, instead of him. Prowl had attempted to scold you the first time he'd seen you call Optimus "Sweetspark." their leaders' finials had pulled back when you'd done so- Optics brightened. But Optimus informed Prowl that he actually does enjoy the pet names. Prowl doesn't understand even after Oprimus's explanation of the supposed "benefits" of your behavior.

But he does look and watch after that and must conceded that there was- some, however mild, merit to the autobots general mood when you'd use your pet names. It was merely a bother in Prowls system, but he supposed he could make the sacrifice for the morale of the autobots.

Prowl wouldn't like it, however.

-

Ratchets resetting your leg juncture back into place after a battle. You hadn't bothered to come to him till after he got through everyone else. You'd apparently "forgotten" about it in the hustle of making sure everyone else got seen first. Slag is what it was, and Ratchet made sure you knew exactly what he thought. It realigns and clicks into place with you digging a servo against his pauldron with a hissing vent. You relaxed your jaw and nod in gratitude. "Ha- Thanks, love."

Ratchet almost coughs in shock, his plating flaring a touch. But after years of hearing everything from patients in pain or in surgery high on something, he just clicks his glossia. "Next time, don't forget to mention your own injuries."

Ratchet had assumed it was just a slip of the glossia at the time due to the pain and let it slide. Then the next time you're reporting from Optimus to him and call him "Handsome." And he's asking you to repeat that, which you shamelessly do with a smirk. Ratchet scoffed and told you he wasn't going to go any easier on you the next time you forget to come in. No matter how much you try flattering him. Then he sees you with the other autobots and learns you've simply picked this up as a habit.

Ratchet has to resist the urge to roll his optics every time you do it with him. He's gone from being prickly in response with you to half seriously threatening to short your mouth circuit if you didn't stop. But you only continued to do just that. Whenever you called him "Love," his damn spark hummed a touch louder. You've realized that too and tend to only use that more often or not. Much to his- exasperation. Ratchet does enjoy the casual affection to a degree. Reminds him of his younger days. The easier ones. So he doesn't ever throw a wrench at you for the pet names themselves.

Ratchet does definitely enjoy watching the others more than being on the receiving end. Watching Optimus's finials twitch, then pull forward slightly and his plating fluffing in response. Or Ironhide looking like he was going to blow a minor fuse from how bright his own optics were while he unsuccessfully tried to get you to stop. Even Prowls door wings twitching in obvious disdain makes Ratchet crack a smirk at least. So Ratchet let's it be for the most part. They could use some "softer" interactions around the base.

...

He's still telling you to stop whenever you do it to him, though.

-

Blasters cool with it. He's been in it with the humans at parties or at clubs (the ones he could fit in anyway.) And he's seen and even been on the receiving end of flirting pet names on the occasion. You calling him "Babe" didn't trigger much but an amused smirk. Blaster will return a few casual pet names himself a "Babe" here and there. But what is not cool is Jazz and you being as cringe inducing as possible on his audials. Blaster is sooooo sick of being subjected to you and Jazz's "flirting." It ain't flirting it's a failing clown show!

You'll get more of a fond smile when Blaster sees you pet naming his cassettes. They all fumbled a touch when you'd called them something with sweetness in your tone. Steeljaw, like always, is aloof and focused when you're on the clock. But when you're off? Just chilling at the ark? Steeljaw is a little slagger. Rewind and Eject at least have the decency to only do it when it's natural. Steeljaw will seek you out with his olfactory when you're both off duty to get called sweet names by you.

"I'm so glad you're still here, Foxy." You waved at Jazz, who was standing next to Blaster.

"And I'm so glad to see you too, Snookums." Jazz's tone is so absurd it actually makes Blaster feel physically tired.

"And I'm gonna purge." Blaster bluntly remarks, causing you both to turn to him, then share a look with each other. Jazz smiles in a way Blaster recognizes and is immediately cautious. Blaster jolts when you're suddenly leaning into his space. Your digits are now just barely tracing his boombox buttons.

You smile like a felinoid, and Blasters tries to back up, but Jazz is suddenly pressing up behind him, preventing his escape. Jazz's arms even wrapped around Blasters middle. You speaking makes his gaze snap back to you. "Come on, Baby, don't you wanna have some fun?" You worried your optical ridge, and Blasters glossia is feeling really thick in his mouth now.

Then, his dock compartment snaps open of its own accord, and Steeljaw ejects and forms right into your arms. You just chuckle and heft his cassette into a more comfortable position. "Hey baby! I know you won't say no to a little TLC, Blaster, however..."

Blaster, now broken out of that little trance, shook to break out of Jazz's hold. Jazz, however, did not release him - "Sorry Blaster! You're not approved for release until you enjoy at least five compliments from both of us!" Like pit Blaster was! He wasn't sticking around to hear the kind of slag you both called flirting! Blaster looked at Steeljaw for help only to slack at the smile on his cassettes muzzle. The little traitor!

-

Bumblebee isn't ambushed by it like the others- He's already heard through the autobot gossip about your new little routine. So he's mostly prepared and more wondering when/what you'd call him. You haven't used a pet name with him yet, so he's waiting on his pedes for it to happen. He half ends up wondering if you'll exclude him for some reason when you finally do it after a minor battle with the cons.

You're doing head count and injury report for Ratchet and get to him. Bumblebee almost trips, but you catch his arm and steady him. "Careful Honey, don't injure yourself after the battle."

Bumblebees optics burn only a touch brighter, but he's mostly amused. "Honey? Because of my designation translation?"

You just smirked, your own amusement growing in your em field. Bumblebee could feel it with how close you were right now. You leaned a touch further into his space. "What? Can't be because you're so sweet?" The heady wave of playful affection in your field mixed with that makes Bumblebees optics brighten in embarrassment proper. You just chuckled and squeezed his arm before moving to continue to make your post battle rounds. While Bumblebee wordlessly watched you go.

Bumblebee enjoys the attention even if it's admittedly embarrassing. Bumblebee thinks he might almost enjoy seeing the other autobots' reactions more than getting your attention himself. Almost anyway. While yeah it's definitely funny watching Ironhide especially try and get you to stop. Bumblebee enjoys each time you share a pet name with him just a little bit more. Bumblebee does admittedly feel a bit giddy whenever it happens. It makes him stand up a bit taller and makes him smile a touch whenever he hears it. A small rush of confidence courses through him every time.

The first time you called Bumblebee, "Lovebug." Though? Bumblebee walked right into one of the ark walls.

-

"Hey, teddy bear!" Teddy bear-? The small plush toys human children carry around? Skyfire stops when you call it out in the ark hallway, because he had no clue who you'd be directing the name towards... only to watch you wander right up to him. Skyfires optics widen a touch when you stop in front of him and look at him expectantly.

"Am I...?" Skyfire wondered aloud.

You only smirked and simply held out a datapad for him to take "Yeah you, teddy bear, need you to review this for me so I can approve it for Perceptor or not."

"I- Alright." Skyfire took the datapad unsure if he should ask about the name or not.

"Thank you, Darling." Now that one makes Skyfires optics brighten a touch. But you just salute him with two digits and go on your way again.

Skyfire quickly learns this was something of a habit you had picked up when he overhears the twins complaining about their pet names from you. Skyfire finds himself enjoying the affectionate names even if they do fluster him a touch. The affections were kind and freely given out by you. It was refreshing for Skyfire, especially after having joined this vorns long war, to hear them roll off your glossia. To see the crinkle in your optics. And to feel the light affection in your em field if he happened to be close enough to you when you did so. It was- normal. A touch embarrassing yes, but almost painfully normal.

You'd keep switching, but you mostly called him "Bear" or "Teddy bear," and on occasion "Darling". He'd asked about the Teddy bear nickname in particular since he understood darling as a pet name a touch more. And you just smirked and completely unabashed and said, "Humans say it's for someone big, dependable and lovable. So I think it fits pretty well." Skyfire ends up so embarrassed by the casual remark he can feel cobalt on his own faceplate. He ends up putting his servo over his own faceplate and looking anywhere but you. While you just laughed light at Skyfires own expense.

After that exchange, hearing you call him "Bear" or "Teddy bear" makes Skyfires optics brighten more than "Darling."

[polybiiuss]

oh also these doodles i forgot to post yaya

i love when people interpret sans to treat the blasters like pets!! a while back i had a stupid what if thought where sans would have had that bag of dog food thats seen in alphys lab and papyrus has the line about seeing in his room for the blasters ,. i know its a really important line connecting sans to the true lab and blah blah blah BUT WHATEVER!!! GASTER BLASTER DOG !!! i drew something else based off of it awhile ago but i dont like how the drawing looks much anymore so i dont really feel like posting it here but!! still one of my favorite ideas to think about,..,,, afterdeaths here too .. freaks

[revelboo]

Happy Late(?) Birthday!I noticed you do mass displacement and i absoluly adore it!Everybody prefers holoforms and i cant seem to find people who do mass displacement alot!Maybe something with Jazz with mass displacement?

I can write either, but I’ve always preferred mass displacement/shift 😁

Over It Now Pt 7

IDW Jazz x Reader

• Snagging an energon cube, he almost misses Blaster as the other mech falls into step beside him. “Haven’t seen you about in a while,” Blaster says, one corner of his mouth twisted up in a half smile that doesn’t dull the edge in his voice. Especially when Blaster very deliberately vents and he knows he should have hit the wash racks. Your scent where he’d handled you is clinging to him still, faint enough he’d felt safe not scrubbing it off. And truth be told, he hadn’t wanted to. Wanted to keep the little reminder of you. “If command figures out what you’re up to, your little pet’s going to be on lockdown like the rest. You know that, right?”

• Tension drawing him taut, his lazy smile doesn’t waver even as he knows he’s made a mistake. A dangerous one. Of course he knows about Optimus’s mandate, but he’s watching you. Knows you haven’t tried to betray his trust, yet. And he can’t just take away your freedom for his mistake. He’d never been great at following orders, anyway. “No idea what you’re on about, pal.”

• “Yeah, sure.” Blaster shakes his head as he walks away, leaving the unsaid liar hanging between them. “Didn’t figure you for the selfish type.” Tipping back the energon he almost laughs because Blaster has no idea how selfish he can be. That he likes your company. That you see right through him when he’s lying and call him out on it. That maybe you already have guessed the truth about his smile and that you wouldn’t judge him if he dropped the act. Didn’t need him to keep that smile firmly in place just so you feel better.

• Leaving the base, he knows exactly where he’s going as soon as he transforms, wheels hitting asphalt. Driven this road so many times it’s almost habit now. How long has it been since he spent an actual night in his own berth rather than cramped in his alt mode in your drive way? He should resent that, but he just needs to see you. Check that you’re okay and hear your voice. You’d gotten under his plating at some point, becoming a necessity in his routine.

• When had you started looking forward to seeing your liar? You’re not sure, but it had been so subtle a slide you hadn’t even noticed at first. Heart beating a little faster as you see him pull down your wooded driveway, a breathless sort of pleasure spilling through you that’s absolutely silly, because it feels suspiciously like a crush. Like you like him, a compulsively lying, too charming for his own good alien. And you freeze as he transforms, his lips in a thin line before he notices you and grins crookedly. Because you realize that’s exactly right. You like him.

• “Out here waiting on me, kitten?” Kneeling, he reaches out to brush the back of his servo against your cheek and you lean away, eyes wide. Avoiding his touch just like you’d done before you’d finally gotten used to him. Face reddening, your eyes drop to your hands folded in your lap. “Suddenly shy?” He teases to hide his own discomfort, because why now? Why avoid his touch? Reaching to touch your arm and his smile almost fails completely at how cold your skin is. How long have been sitting out here waiting for him?

• It’s not like you can just tell him why you’re so flustered. You’re definitely not in the mood to be laughed at, even if you don’t think he actually would laugh at your feelings. He’s staring at you, smile wavering and you have to say something. Anything but blurt out the truth. You inhale when he reaches for your cheek again and then just becomes smaller so fast your own stomach drops and you squeeze your eyes shut as motion sickness smacks you silly. And then a warm hand cups your cheek. When you open your eyes, he’s right there. Somehow much smaller as he moves his hand to press his fingers against your throat and you can’t move, can’t breathe. “You shouldn’t be out here, doll,” he says, the words almost a growl, sounding concerned now not teasing.

• You’re just staring up at him and it clicks. He’s shocked you with mass displacing and it’d be funny if he wasn’t so worried. You’re always colder than him, but never this chilled and you’d made it abundantly clear all the times you’d leaned into him that you like his body heat. So he slides his hands down to your sides and lifts you carefully from your chair, ignoring the little sound of protest as he sits down and pulls you into his lap, his chin on top of your head and his arms curled around you. Playing heater as your stiff body slowly relaxes in his grip. “Jazz, a little cold won’t kill me,” you mutter, shivering when he catches both of your little hands in one of his, rumbling at how icy those tiny fingers are.

• “Humor me,” he says, venting as he carefully rubs his servos over your hands and you relax further. Turn your little face into his neck until he can feel your cold cheek against his mesh, the warmth of your breath. And becomes very aware of the softness of you against him, the way your little form fits against his as he rubs his chin against the softness of your hair and his own tension eases. It’s the contact, spreading warm through him, because how long has it been since he’s held someone else? Been able to actually relax, not having to constantly play a part? You need his heat, but he needs this, his arms tightening around you. Your scent and touch soothing old wounds that had never quite healed.

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[homiesexuallaj]

Red Ginseng

Pairing: The Mandalorian/Din Djarin x reader

Warnings/Genre: a sex pollen fic <3, porn with plot, foreplay, semi-heavy petting, fingering (fem receiving), unprotected p in v (non recommended), fluff, smut, size kink if you squint, let me know if I missed anything, not proofread because I'm lazy

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You’d worked with the Mandalorian for a few years now. What started out as some commissioned help had developed into some lifelong work. You were good with a blaster and excellent with knifes, which you assumed in the beginning was why the Mandalorian kept you around. Now, you think he keeps you around simply for the company.

The Mandalorian is a many of few words, even this long into your partnership. He prefers to shoot first, ask later. He wasn’t also too fond of physical contact. You only felt the Mandalorian’s touch when he needed to pass you through the small hallway under the cockpit of the Razor Crest. This ship really wasn’t meant for two people..

This week, or two at this point, you’d been brought along to a forest-y planet that you couldn’t remember the name of in hopes of finally catching a bounty that the Mandalorian has been hunting for about a month now. This planet was hot and sticky. Leaves, vines, and other foliage practically soaked you when you just barely brushed past a leaf. It was irritating at this point, never being dry.

You let out a loud sigh, stomping over dead leaves and slapping away wet leaves. You were soaked through your clothes. You internally cringed at pealing your leather pieces from your body tonight. Just before a complaint crawls up your throat, an arm cut you off. You looked at the Mandalorian with scrunched eyebrows and annoyed eyes.

He only gestured ahead of you with his head.

You followed the gesture, peaking between your cover of leaves.

Ahead of you, in a shady clearing, is your’s and the Mandalorian’s bounty. It was a male Gungan with burnt orange skin and green eyes. With him was a small male Neimoidian with gray skin and gold eyes. Both were huddled around a smoking campfire, and were sopping wet and obviously malnourished. Runaway life seemed to be harder than they thought.

The Mandalorian caught your attention when he moved the arm down from in front of you.

You looked up at him, waiting to tell you what to do.

He gestured to the right with his head, indicating to circle around and trap the runaways in their clearing.

You headed off and around, careful to barely brushing by foliage and tiptoe over sticks. You positioned yourself facing the back of the Neimoidian. And you watched as your companion strutted into the clearing, the leaves of his cover dripping water onto his already shiny armor.

At the sound of a breaking twig, the runaways snapped their head in the direction of the Mandalorian. They both stood quickly, looking around nervously.

“A Mandalorian!” Exclaimed the Gungan. “What a surprise!” There was obvious panic on the creature’s face. “I didn’t know Mandalorian’s resided on this planet.”

“Perhaps he can show us to a nearby village,” The neimoidian hoped.

The Mandalorian only stayed quiet, waiting for the two to get their panicky blabbering over with. Once deemed quiet for long enough, he spoke.

“Via order of the leader of the planet Naboo,” The man started. “You two have a bounty placed on your head to be brought straight back to Her Majesty’s palace.”

“We can’t go back!” The gungan exclaimed.

The Mandalorian did not react. He only started walking towards them.

The creatures panicked and ran straight for you, the only clear way out of the semi-dry clearing. You jumped out, stopping the runaways in their path. You grabbed the small Neimoidian, trying to restrain him.

His partner, the Gungan, ran straight at you. He pushed himself against you and the Neimoidian, knocking all three of you over. It was a slick battle of trying to grab and get up at the same time.

There was a high-pitched zippering sound that caught your ears and the Gungan gasped, and you watched as he was dragged from the pile and back towards your partner.

The tussle got easier again, with only you going against one. The small Neimoidian fought and squirmed, but his small stature made it an easy fight for you. You restrained him with ease, knocking him to the ground and holding him down back and arm twisted around his back and a knee across both of his legs.

You heard a battle-ish cry and looked up.

The Gungan had leapt from the ground and onto the Mandalorian. The Gungan used his bottom half to grab onto the upper half of the Mandalorian and send them both tumbling down a small hill and into some foliage. Squabbling and scrambling was heard before the Gungan crawled back up into the clearing. He took a gasp of air before there was a shot of something and he fell to the ground.

You’d thought for a moment that the Mandalorian had killed him out of frustration, which wouldn’t have been the first time.

The Mandalorian came out from the foliage, his shoulders heaving as he caught his breath. His chest place and lower left part of his helmet was covered in this sticky looking red pollen, no doubt from a flower or two. As you looked him over, you saw a blaster in his right hand.

“Only a stunner,” The Mandalorian said. “Don’t worry.”

Without another word, he pointed the stunner at the Neimoidian and shot before the creature could get in his pleas. He went limp with sleep, finally.

You both picked up your respective bounties and hauled them over your shoulders. You made your way through the foliage and towards the ship. After you figured enough time had passed for the Mandalorian to catch his breath you started talking.

“What is that stuff?” You asked, hoping he knew that you were talking about the pollen.

“Pollen from a flower I’ve never seen before,” The Mandalorian answered, his voice slightly gruff. “It got under my helmet.”

“I hope there’s no side affects to inhaling the stuff,” You wondered.

“I hope not,” Your partner sounded disgruntled.

You thought back to the time where you tripped and fell into a garden of flowers you’d never seen before. All was fine and dandy until about halfway through that job. You’d becoming loopy and tripped over your feet about every other step. There was no way you’d be able to help the Mandalorian now, so he hauled you over his shoulder, much like he’d done to the Gungan now, and brought you back to the Razor Crest. He sat you down in your bunk, which was one of two bunks in the Razor Crest, and told you very sternly to stay. And off he went.

You don’t remember what you said during that time, but you hope it was nothing too embarrassing.

Once you two arrived at the ship, the Mandalorian encased both bounties in a block of carbonate and slowly got settled into the ship for the night. The Mandalorian disappeared in the refresher to shower and clean his armor and you wandered into the shared space of yours and the Mandalorian’s impromptu shared closet/bedroom space.

It was a small nook in a semi-hidden corner in the bottom half of the Razor Crest. The only light over here was a small lamp you’d bought for the space and the dim lights from your bunks. There were shelves and racks here for clothes, towels, blankets, shoes, and other necessities.

Taking advantage of the limited time of the Mandalorian showering and cleaning his armor, you peeled off your soaked clothes and limited pieces of leather armor. It was more a struggle that it needed to be, but soon enough you were free from your uncomfortably wet prison and it was a wet pile on the ground. You changed into some looser, brown cloth pants and a large white sleeveless shirt, with some socks and a knife around your waist to accompany you. You patted your hair dry with a towel before brushing it out and picking up your wet clothes and towel. You hung the clothes on a nearby rack that was below a vent in the ship, hoping to dry them off before the day tomorrow.

You sighed, stretching a bit. The hiss of the refresher door opening caught your attention and you turned.

The Mandalorian made his way from the steaming doorway, clad in some now shiny steel armor.

“Feel better?” You asked, still observing him.

He hummed in affirmative, making his way past you and up the ladder to the cockpit.

You followed.

When you found you footing on the cold, metal floor of the cockpit, you saw that the Mandalorian was already typing in coordinates for Naboo.

“We’re not taking off already, are we?” You asked, coming up beside him to watch as he pressed buttons.

“No,” The Mandalorian answered. “But I would like to get up early and take off as soon as possible.”

“Why? Is this planet to wet for you?” You teased. “Or are there too many weird, stinky flowers.”

The Mandalorian only looked at you, before turning his attention back to the buttons so he could finish what he was doing. Once done, you noted that the armored man hobbled his way over to his captain’s chair and groaned as he sat, subtly clutching his right side.

Upon not so close inspection, you could see blood seeping out from his black flight suit and pouring over his metal belt, the black cloth damp across the ribcage on the Mandalorian’s right side.

“Mando, you can’t even take the time to stitch yourself up in the shower?” You scolded lightly.

He knew what you were talking about immediately, “It wasn’t bleeding in the shower.”

“Mando.” You scolded.

He only sighed.

“C’mon,” You gave a sigh of your own after a few heartbeats. “Let’s get you stitched up.”

You made your way down to the second level of the Razor Crest first, knowing that the Mandalorian wouldn’t have to take much convincing to follow you down.

While you dug around for a medpack, the Mandalorian sat down on a crate, awaiting your instruction.

Once you found a medpack, you drug over another crate and set that medpack on top of that, opening it and making sure it had all the supplies you needed.

“Alright, armor off,” You order around first.

The Mandalorian unclasped his chestplate and abdomen armor from his torso. Then he removed his cape, setting all pieces to the side. You did the next parts yourself.

You pushed up his shirt and slowly inched down the tight cloth he wore around his mid to lower abdomen until you had clear view of the cut that made its home on the Mandalorian’s right side.

The cut was long and jagged, looking like whatever cut him had torn its way forcefully through the layers of cloth and into the skin. The Mandalorian was lucky that whatever cut him didn’t cut him deep, but it was still needed-stitches deep.

Before continuing, you went and grabbed a washrag and wet it in the refresher’s sink before settling back down at the Mandalorian’s side and wiping off the blood that had smudged around the wound, revealing the golden skin that hid under the armor.

It wasn’t the first time seeing the Mandalorian’s skin, having needed to stitch him up a few times now, but it still caught you by surprise, especially when you could see the muscle rippling under his flesh with every move. It was still distracting, especially as the Mandalorian stretched an arm over his head so you could work with more area.

You shook your head slightly, willing away your distracted brain. After a few more wipes against the skin, all blood was gone. You grabbed a bottle of medical alcohol and damped the rag with the liquid, wiping and the dabbing the wound with that now, hoping to kill off any chance of infection. And next, the stitches. You grabbed a sterile needle from the medpack and situated a thing of thread through the eye. You glanced up at the Mandalorian, anxiety making you nervous.

“Ready?” You asked, giving the Mandalorian a few moments to compose himself.

He nodded.

The Mandalorian never really reacted when you stitched him up, but the tense muscles and the clenching of fists was the tale tell sign of discomfort and pain.

Upon the first stab of the needle, the Mandalorian sucked in a breath and you heard the squeak of leather as the Mandalorian clenched his fists.

“Breath, Mando,” You told him. “I’ll be as quick as I can.”

It was a slow process of stitching up the jagged wound, but in order to close it properly you had to take your time. Before long, you were done. You tied the stitch off and cut the thread with some small sheets you kept in the medpack. In order to keep the wound clean, you packed some firm cotton around the wound and wrapped some gauze around his abdomen to both keep out germs and hold the cotton in place. You gathered up the medical supplies and turned to put most of it back into the medpack, and threw the used and unclean stuff, like the needle, away. After getting the area situation again, you crowded into the Mandalorian’s space, checking that the gauze was tight, but not too tight.

“Okay,” You patted the Mandalorian down. “I’ll have to check the wound and change the bandages tomorrow morning.”

He nodded.

To check, you poked around the wound again, to make sure there was no excess bleeding. Upon touching a tender spot, the Mandalorian groaned and grabbed onto your waist, the closest thing for him to grab.

On instinct, you jerked your hand away and froze at the contact. A shiver erupted from the grasp and traveled outwards through your body and a hint of heat bubbled in your lower abdomen. It was still moment before your touch sense picked up on something else, how hot his hands were. Not on an attractive scale, but on a temperature scale. From the scarce touches that the Mandalorian provided you, you knew that his hands were abnormally hot. Without thinking, you reached down between the Mandalorian’s legs and placed the inside of your wrist on the man’s upper thigh, noting that the heat radiating through the pants was abnormal as well.

Full on concern, you spoke, “Mando, you’re running a temperature!”

At your words and touches, the Mandalorian adjusted his hips, dragging your attention to the tense cotton between his legs.

“Oh no! I’m so sorry!” You tore your hand away from his thigh. “I-I was just checking your temperature, I promise! When I was little my mom used to check my temperature this way!”

The Mandalorian only groaned in response, gripping your waist tighter and hanging his head, which ended up resting on your stomach.

“But I think you’re sick, Mando,” You held your arms up and away from the man’s body, not sure where to put them.

The armored man only groaned again before a strained voice broke its way through the static of his modulator, “Hot. It’s so hot..”

“Okay umm,” You hesitated. “Do I have permission to take the rest of your armor and shirt off? It should help you cool down.”

You felt the Mandalorian nod, so you got to work with unclasping his shoulder and forearm armor and setting the pieces on the ground. Carefully you inched the t-shirt off and over his helmet, and found out that the overheating man wore two shirts and inched off the long sleeved turtleneck he wore to keep his skin concealed from the world. And finally you took off his gloves. With all these clothes on, you wondered when he had the time to get sun and make his skin such a golden tan. It had to have been when you’re not around, or busy with something inside the ship.

The Mandalorian still rested his head against your stomach and his hands had wandered down from your waist to your thighs, gripping the flesh.

Letting your eyes wander before the Mandalorian sat back up, you noted that his back was wide and rippled with muscle at every breath. The skin was littered with scars, big and small, short and long. The perks of being a bounty hunter, I guess.

You tried to keep your hands to yourself, you really did, but the temptation to rest your hands upon the Mandalorian's shoulders was too much. You gave into the temptation and the man jumped below you before relaxing under your touch.

After a few more heaving breaths, the Mandalorian sat up and looked up at you. You could feel his intense gaze boring into you from underneath a heavily tinted visor of his helmet. His large hands squeezed at the fat of your thighs again before he tried to speak.

"I need you," The man croaked out.

"Wha-?" You were shellshocked at the confession.

"Please," He practically begged. "I can't-"

He could barely finish his sentence before a shivered flowed throughout his body and a groan forced itself passed the Mandalorian's vocal chords.

"Ok-okay," You agreed, nervous. "What-what do I do?"

You could barely get the words from your mouth before the Mandalorian stood at his full height. You hands fell from his shoulders and he gripped your own, his large hands engulfed the area. Gently but urgently, the tall man pushed you backwards. You had no idea where you were going until your surroundings became overcast and you were dead-legged by a firm object behind you. You fell and the plush surface of an unmade bed caught you. The overwhelming smell of manly musk and leather were tell-tale signs that you'd been pushed into the bottom bunk of the small sleeping lofts, the Mandalorian's bunk.

Metal sliding against metal filled the small area and the bunk became dark, too dark to see. You could hear a small "hiss" from somewhere above you and a "clank" of metal being dropped to the ground.

A hand patting around on the side of your face, fingers gently finding their way around. A finger found your lips and within a heartbeat it was replaced by a pair of lips. You jumped in surprise, grabbing onto the body that hovered over you, meeting thick biceps.

The Mandalorian leaned down onto his forearms, one hand resting against the side of your face. He kissed and kissed, switching between quick pecks or smooches. A shiver passed over his body and you heard a groan and a quiet "smack" of a mouth opening. You met the man's open mouth with one of your own, and the Mandalorian practically plunged his tongue into your mouth.

Your tongues danced and teeth found lips, tugging slightly. The Mandalorian pulled away for a moment before nosing his way over the right side of your face and burying himself into your neck. He started out with kissing all over, searching for sweet spots, before leaving open mouthed kisses all over. He accompanied the wet kisses with nips of teeth and the sucking of skin.

At a particularly harsh nip you gasped, "Mando!"

"Din," The Mandalorian breathed out.

"Huh?" You questioned through a foggy brain.

"My name," The Mandalorian answered. "It's Din."

You nodded, hoping that the Mandalorian, Din, would feel your response.

Din moved over to the left side of your neck, giving this side the same treatment.

You felt one of his arms move and you felt a tug at your waistline. A quiet hiss of fabric rubbing against fabric told you that Din was untying the tie at the waist of your pants. You let it happen, gladly. After the loosening of the tie, you could feel your pants and underwear being pushed down. You helped Din out, lifting your hips and using your hands to help shimmy the clothes down your legs. You kicked the fabric away. Instinctively, you tried to close your legs at the cool air against your center, but the body between your legs prevented that. You jumped at the feeling of foreign fingers exploring your lower lips. They traced the skin before dipping into the slit and feeling up the wet flesh hidden away. Din's fingers danced all around, feeling you up and almost trying to mesmerize the new area of flesh. They traveled up and up before skimming against your clit. You hissed at the contact, gripping Din's left bicep tighter. He doubled back, finding your sweet spot.

"Here?" The man asked, rubbing your clit with two fingers.

"Yeah," You breathed out.

The warmth and presence of a body left you as Din sat up. His fingers began rubbing and circling themselves around and on your clit. His other hand gripped at your hip, attempting to keep you still.

You gripped at the wrist of the man's left hand, the one gripping your hip. You whined and moaned, squirming below the man. Due to the special attention and desperation, it didn't take you long to climb to your peak. Your pelvis tightened and tightened.

"You gonna cum?" Din asked, his own arousal evident in his voice.

"Y-yes, sir!" You answered.

Din kept the same pace and pressure and before long you were crying out and squirming. Din kept his fingers moving, helping you ride out your orgasm. But the man kept moving, driving you into overstimulation. You tried to pull Din's hand away from your clit but he captured both your wrists in his left hand and kept moving his hand until you tried to close your legs.

You took a deep breath and relaxed, skin cold due to a light sheen of sweat. You tried to catch your breath and Din pulled his fingers away from your clit. Only a few seconds after did you feel a prodding against your vaginal hole. Din's already wet fingers and your soaking arousal made it easy for Din to edge his one finger inside of you. It wasn't hard to do and you felt his finger, whichever one it was, press itself against your cervix. The Mandalorian gave a few gentle pumps of his finger, bringing out gasps and moans from you.

You yelped a bit, Din's finger pressing uncomfortably against your cervix.

"Two-" You tried to speak between breaths. "Two fingers."

A grunt answered you and Din pulled his singular finger out before pressing two against your opening. He slid in with ease. It was uncomfortable at first, but after a few squelching pumps of the man's fingers you relaxed.

Sensing your relaxed state, Din pulled his fingers from your cunt, which caused a noise of protest to sound from your chest. You could hear the shuffling of clothes and the drop of fabric onto the floor. Din sat you up and moved around you, laying down and taking up your place on the bed. You felt hands grab at you and urge you in a certain direction.

You followed his hands, moving up and over to straddle the Mandalorian. You were surprised to find that the man had already discarded his armor, pants, and boxers. You hovered over Din's pelvis and felt around for his cock. Your searching hand skimmed over Din's dick and you heard the man take in a sharp breath. You grabbed the member, taking note of it's girth, length, and a vein that traveled up the side. You adjusted your body and pressed your vaginal hole over DIn's dick. The head stretched you out a bit more than his fingers and you whimpered at the feeling. A few more presses down and the head practically popped into you. You sighed, sinking down more until you and Din were pelvis to pelvis.

"Comfortable?" Din asked, obviously breathless below you.

"Umm it's-" You tried to get words past you tongue. "Something doesn't feel right."

"Here," Din gripped your hips and forced you down more onto his pelvis.

The movement caused Din's cock to press wonderfully and overwhelmingly against your cervix. You cried out, gripping onto Din's biceps again.

At the adjustment, Din started shallowly thrusting up into you. His hands wandered up from your hips to your abdomen. He gripped your loose t-shirt and pulled it up and off your body. Both of you were now completely naked.

"Gods..," Din breathed out.

He gripped your hips once again, urging you to move on top of him. The meeting of your pelvises was made apparent by a slapping sound. You couldn't help but throw your head up, eyes squeezing shut. You still gripped onto Din's biceps. Din groaned and gasped below you, growling as his thrusts became harsher.

In an almost too-quick-to-process movement, Din gripped your hair into a ponytail in one of his hands and pulled you down by an arm around your shoulder blades. He smashed your lips together so hard to almost hurt. He opened his mouth almost instantly, invading your mouth with his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his head and gripped his hair. His messy, wavy hair caught you by surprise, having never actually seen or felt his hair. You wondered what color it was.

The Mandalorian pulled you from your thoughts when he pulled away and buried his face into the left side of your neck, resuming his previous kissing and nipping. At a rather harsh nip, you pulled the man's hair and Din groaned.

Almost out of nowhere, Din's thrusts up into you sped up and lost their rhythm. His body tensed and you inferred that Din was getting close to his own orgasm. You could feel his heartbeat speed up below you and his breathing become ragged.

"Bite me," You begged.

Din made a questioning noise below you.

A moan forced itself as a sob from your throat and you begged pitifully, "Bite me- bite me- bite me!"

Din listened to your cock drunk babbling and sunk his teeth into your neck. With a muffled groan and the tightening of his jaw, Din reached the peak of his orgasm. Slowly, his harsh thrusts slowed and he relaxed, still keeping himself buried in you. The man unsunk his teeth and let your hair go, letting his head fall back into a pillow and wrapping his other arm around you.

You relaxed into Din's sweaty, hot body. You waited until you caught your breath before speaking.

"You feel better?" You asked.

"Yes," Din answered with a sigh. "Thank you."

You responded with a hum.

"Can we..," Din hesitated. "Can we stay like this for a little bit?"

"Of course," You tell Din. "For as long as you want."

[cyberels]

thinking about modern loser!ellie as ur gf :3c

modern!abby version here!!!

requests are open btw please i’ll write for ellie or abby

18+ sfw & nsfw

-> sometimes she’ll send u random ass pictures she finds funny

-> does the thing where she pretends to swerve off the road while she drives cuz it makes you laugh

-> she SPAMS you with tiktoks

-> every time there’s video of an old guy on her fyp that has 2 likes she’ll send it to u and be like “thought this was joel”

-> the guy looks nothing like joel

-> pretends to have a fear of thunder so she can use every thunderstorm as an excuse to cuddle you

-> “babe i’m so scaredddddd please😣😣😣 im shaking”

-> CANNNOT keep secrets from u

-> she’ll plan surprise dates and when you ask where the two of u are going she’s like “…nowhere…”

-> she’ll have to be silent the entire drive because if she speaks she will immediately reveal entire date

-> she HATES cringey pet names

so obviously you call her them all the time

-> she’s in line to buy smth and she’ll ask u for her wallet and u’ll hand it to her and say some shit like “here u go baby snuggle bear🥰”

-> the look she gives you LMFOAODKSLDKDDK

‘😦’

-> literally looks like u just killed her first born

-> does that “i hardly know her!” joke all the time

-> if no one laughs at her jokes she’ll tap on her hand and be like “uh, is this thing on?”

-> she thinks this is peak comedy

-> she’ll find silly things throughout her day that remind her of u

-> she takes pics everytime she sees a heart shaped object and sends it to u

-> absolutely has to get u a little treat or gift when she goes out, candy, flowers, etc. anything u might like she WILL buy

nsfw ‼️ 18+

-> SENDS U STUPID ASS REACTION MEMES AFTER U SEND NUDES

-> omg u and her buy stuff off adam & eve sometimes so she signed up for texts

-> and every time she gets a text she’ll send u a screenshot like “great news babe the butt blaster is 40% off!”

-> when y’all first starting having sex she’d be so awkward 😭😭😭😭 she couldn’t take herself seriously

-> eventually warmed up and started getting more confident

-> ellie williams is a sub i’ll die on this hill

-> but she’ll def try almost anything at least once to see if she likes it

ok that’s all for now love u all

masterlist

[theangrycomet-art]

TFA Blaster Attempt

Random World Building Lore GO!

Blaster was forged just before end of the war as a part of the canceled "Boom Box" project. The idea was to have to trick the enemy to capture one soldier, only for said soldier to release an a crew of extra small mini-bots, codenamed "Cassettes" to infiltrate Decepticon bases and gather intel. The deployer's frame would then serve as their broadcast towers for however long the 'Con's decided to keep the corpse around.

To be completely clear- it was 100% the plan for deployer frames to serve as canon fodder and their mini's left to die once their position was no longer deemed useful.

Fortunately, the war ended before Blaster could even begin training, much less be granted any cassettes of his own. There were also whispers that the plans had been leaked to the Decepticons.

So instead of being sent to his death, Blaster serves as an underground investigative Reporter (and of course DJ) for his pirate radio station where he'll do just about anything to dig up the truth to a good, much to Autobot Council's chagrin. He may or may not be getting away with said radio station with the help of a certain member of the Elite Guard who enjoys his choice in playlists.

His day-job's a running a pet shop that never seems to sell any pets despite their excellent demeanors and conditions (he can't help it- it's in his coding to keep little guys)

COMMISSIONS AVAILABLE

KOFI

[caxapthecat]

Metal Arm MECHANICS: 🦾🖤

some headcanons about Bucky Barnes and the relationship he has with his metal arm.

18+ please comment your thoughts!!!

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-it has a cooling mechanism that makes it sound like computer fans running

-along with that it also makes quiet robotic noises when he moves

-sentry proved it’s able to be heated up therefore him putting it on straight out the dishwasher had to be physically HOT

-he knows how to remove his arm (now) so he does from time to time

-he also had to protect that hole in his shoulder when he takes it off so no dust/dirt/water can get in and possibly harm him or the mechanics of the arm.

-do you think he sleeps with it on or off? u ever slept with your laptop in bed with you? that shit is hard and cold.

-It definitely vibrates

-he has a tracking device in it that he can ping when he loses it.

-it can move independently once he removes it.

-he gets phantom pain all. the. time.

-it’s waterproof, duh (showers, washing hands)

-he’s very good at doing things one handed now. (u ever watched Soul Surfer. he struggled at first. steve helped.)

-u think it’s able to heat up if it gets frozen? (i gotta do more research on vibranium)

-fingers are detachable (mainly for repairs) but the first time it happened it clanked on the floor and the room went silent as he quietly picked it up and reattached it.

-he cleans out the cracks and crevices with a q tip

-u think he texts Shuri whenever it starts bugging out bc he’s an old man that still gets confused with technology

-talking about texting, he can only type with his right hand bc the metal doesn’t work on the phone screen.

-he’s right handed !! 🥰

-my mind says he doesn’t need to charge it but like, what if it did.

-he wears watches/bracelets on it!!

-kids are enamored by it. adults are petrified of it.

-u ever seen toy story? Sam shakes Bucky’s hand with it. it turns into an argument about touching his things.

-Sam also knows how to remove his arm and does from time to time to piss him off.

-Steve asks a lot of questions about the mechanics and physics of his arm. in which Bucky responds with “idk they just kinda gave it to me.”

-Shuri made multiple prototypes that are able to connect to the new hole they placed in his torso. theres so many mods like guns/cannons/laser blasters that they’ve yet to give to him.

-he named it.

-Alpine bites his metal fingers then snuggles up with it when hes not home and returns to find her curled up on it with her chin resting on the open palm.

-She prefers to be pet with the metal arm too which makes him so happy that this precious creature is able to see it as a source of love and not a weapon of destruction.

-how heavy do we think the new vibranium is in comparison to the HYDRA one and do you think that’s why in civil war he was so bulky in the shoulders/chest is because he was having to carry around this heavy ass shit.

-it glares real bad in the sunlight, making road trips hard when he is driving.

-metal detectors????? mfer works in congress so going into government buildings is HARD. (putting his arm into the bin for security and they all stand there shocked 👀)

-WD-40 IS HIS BEST FRIEND AFTER STEVE DIED LMAOOOO

ADD MOREEEEE

[inlovewithquestionablecharacters]

Din Djarin X Reader: Guilty Pleasure

Warnings: not proof read, smut, penetration (p in v), fingering, hand job, cream pie, pet names, touch starved, cursing, kissing, no use of yn

Word count: 2K

He’s trying not to look. He really is but you're not making it easy. 

Maker, it isn’t your fault he finds you irresistible. 

Here you are innocently helping him fix his ship and all he can think about is how it would feel to fuck you from behind. It’s been going on for weeks now. Every time you bend down, your ass coming into his view, Mandos mind seems to venture to sinful thoughts. He didn’t know why it’d started, you'd been with him for months now and even though he’d realized he had a thing for you days ago he’d only recently started to see you in this new light. A light that made him feel like his pants were too tight and made his breath become uneven.

“Kriffing metal piece of-shit!”

“What’s wrong?”

“There’s a part that needs replacing.”

“You can’t fix it?”

“No, it's completely rusted. Not a surprise though. When was the last time you put some oil on this thing?”

In all honesty Mando had no idea the compartment you were currently tinkering with existed much less that he needed to oil it. You took his silence as an answer, shaking your head.

“Well, lucky for us there is a shop in town that deals in ship parts. They should have what we need.”

The two of you walked through the crowded town. Dins hand rested on his blaster, eyes looking around for any signs of trouble. You held the new part you purchased in your hand. The owner of the shop had asked for a fair price and to your surprise the piece was in rather good condition. You glanced to the side, eyes catching on a small shop. You didn’t notice the person walking towards you until their shoulder bumped into yours. You stumbled your hand releasing the part you held. It fell to the ground with a dull thud. You bent down to get it.

Mando had been too focused on a sketchy looking man to notice you’d stopped walking. His body collided into yours, his hands instinctively moved to hold onto your frame. Mandos' eyes widened beneath his helmet as he realized the position he now found himself in. His hands rested on your hips keeping you steady. You were bent forward, your ass pushed against his groin. By some force of nature Din had found himself in the exact position he’d been thinking about for the past few days. 

In the middle of a crowded street. 

In front of a bunch of strangers. 

Mando didn’t touch you often. He usually avoided coming in contact with your body when possible. So when you felt his grip on your hips you froze. Your head turned to the side, eyes moving up Mandos body until they reached his helmet. Mando started at your shocked expression. He should have let you go already but he couldn’t move. You turned your attention back to the part grabbing it in your hand. Once it was securely in your palm you slowly started to rise. Mandos' hands remained glued to you as you moved. You finally managed to get upright and you immediately regretted it.

You could feel his body pressed against yours. A small sigh left your lips at the feeling. Maker it had been so long since you’d been this close to someone.  Beneath his helmet Mando shut his eyes taking a deep breath in. You felt so soft against him. Your body was a warm contrast against the chilled metal that constantly surrounded him. His fingers flexed against your skin digging into the meat of your hips. You let out a sharp intake of breath. The noise made Mando open his eyes. He watched you rest your head against his shoulder blade, your eyes closed and lips slightly parted. You’d exposed your neck to him and the only thing he could think about was sinking his teeth into you. Mando called out your name causing you to furrow your brows before opening your eyes slowly. You tilted your head slightly so that you could stare at the T shape of his visor. You should have been embarrassed, maybe even a little ashamed, of how you were behaving but you weren't. You’d longed for Din’s touch for a long time and now that you had it, you weren’t going to waste your time worrying about it. You were going to savor this moment. No matter how little it lasted. 

“We have to get out of here.”

Mandos' modulated voice sounded strange. He sounded like he’d just ran a mile. It was then that you realized you had the same effect on him that he had on you.

Mando struggled to center himself as he dragged you towards the crowd. You stumbled after him, your hand grasping him tightly as you tried to keep up with his speed. You’d passed two motels on the way and it had taken everything inside Mando to not rent a room and get you naked as fast as possible. But he didn’t want to seem that desperate so he shook the thoughts out of his head.

You were getting close to the ship now, just a little bit longer and you’d get to feel him again.

Din smashed his hand against the hull's panel, a growl escaping his lips as he waited for the door to open all the way. Once it did, he dragged you inside the ship. You placed the part on top of a counter quickly turning to face Mando once more. You watched him slam his fist into the inside panel, making the door close again before he spun to look at you. You stare at him, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you wait for him to do something. Mandos' hands moved to his armor tugging at the metal desperately. 

“Help me cyar'ika.”

You rushed over to him, your own hand tugging at the beskar that covered him. For the first time you were looking at him without his armor and even with his flight suit still on you could see everything. Mando moved forward, stepping away from the pile of metal and making his way to you. His arms wrapped around your frame tugging you into his body. You gasped at the feeling of him. Unlike his armor he was incredibly warm and soft. You sighed into him, your head moving to rest against his neck. Mando groped you ass making you squeal. 

“Ah Din!”

He loved the way his name sounded coming out of your lips. You felt his hands move towards your front. You moaned as he stroked your clothed cunt with his fingers. Your hands moved to his head trying to grasp onto his hair only to remember he was still using his helmet. Din seemed to sense the disappointment in your body, his fingers stopping his teasing. His other hand made its way to your face, tugging your chin up so that you were looking at his visor. Your pupils were blown wide and your face was slightly flushed. Din smiled under his helmet. Maker if this is how you reacted to his fingers he wondered how you would look after he’d bent you over and fucked you stupid. 

“Tell me what you want.”

“What?”

“Saw you pouting about something. What is it?”

You bit into your lip. The truth is you wanted to see his face but you couldn’t ask him for that. You respected his allegiance to the Mandalore and his beliefs far too much to be that selfish but you really wanted to be able to feel him properly. You wanted to kiss and and hear his unfiltered grunts as he fucked you.

‘Mesha’la. Tell me what you want.”

“You can't give me what I want.”

“How can you know that if you didn’t even ask me for it?”

“I want to kiss you.”

Mandos' body stiffens at your words, his hand resting on your cheek as he tries to think about what you’d just said. You move against him taking a step back. 

“It’s okay i know you can’t it was stupid to-”

“Close your eyes.”

You stopped walking backwards, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to think of something to say. Mando tilts his head to the side and despite not saying anything you know what he’s asking. You do as he asked, eyes closing. You hear the hiss of his helmet being released and you almost stop breathing. Mando makes his way over to you, his hand finding your cheek once more.

“Promise to keep them closed.”

His voice sounds majestic without the modulator.

“I promise.”

“Good girl.”

Before you can even respond his lips are on yours. You groan into his mouth, your tongue darting out to ask him for entrance. He understands your request, his lips opening to let you in. Your tongues move together. The kiss isn't pretty, it's visceral. Your hands grab onto any part of Din you can and he does the same to you. You're so lost in the taste of him you barely register the fact that he's pulled your pants down to your ankles. It's only when you feel his fingers against your pussy that you realize your bareness. Din bites into your shoulder as he pistols his fingers into you. You melt into his hands latching onto his curls as you moan. His name leaves your lips like a prayer and he swears he’ll never forget the sound. 

“Din pleasee.”

“What is it mesha’la? What do you want?”

“I need you inside Din-ugh ah- wanna feel you.”

“Fuck cyar'ika.”

He spins you around so fast that you almost fall to the ground. You brace yourself against the cold wall, brows furring as you listen to Mando unzip his flight suit. 

“Give me your hand.”

You lift your hand to Dins face. He licks a strip down your palm before maneuvering your arm to twist downwards. A gasp leaves your lips as you feel his dick against your hand. You begin stroking him and he moans.

“Yeah just like that fuck.”

He lets you stroke him a bit before pulling your hand away. You whine at the lack of contact.

“I thought you wanted me inside.”

“I do.”

“Can’t be inside you if i’m fucking your hand mesha’la.”

It sounds strange to hear such dirty words coming out of Din's mouth. You like it though. You wonder what noises he’ll make when he’s balls deep in you. The thought makes you nudge your ass against him. Mando gets the massage. His toys with you a bit, sliding his dick against your folds for a moment before plugging in. The sound that leaves your lips isn’t natural. Din groans into your neck as your walls flutter around him.

“Move please Din move.”

He started rocking into you slowly. Your hands move against the cold wall, trying to find something to grab onto but coming on empty. You throw your hand behind your head searching for Dins curls. Once you find them you latch your fingers onto his scalp tugging at him as he pistols into you. You can hear your knees bainging against the wall as Din fucks you, you’re sure to wake up with bruises tomorrow but you don’t care. You focus on the grunt Din lets out as his dick spears into you. He’s a lot more vocal than you’d imagined. 

“Din i’m close…”

“Me to just a little more-ugh fuck me-a little more.”

Dins hands trail against your hips moving to your front. His fingers search for your clit moving expertly against the bud. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you cum. Din feels you milking his cock the feeling of your walls sucking him in making his hips sputter. His pace fastens and pretty soon he's filling you with his seed. You slump against the wall body sagging as your energy drains out of you. Din rests his head against the metal hull, his breathing coming unsteady. The two of you stay like that for a moment each one trying to come back to reality. 

“I’m never oiling any part of this ship again.”

You laugh at Dins words, head turning to give him a kiss. 

“Maybe i’ll have to start dropping stuff in front of you more often.”

“Don’t tempt me mesha’la. I’ll fuck you on every surfess of this ship if you let me.”

“Oh yeah? That a threat or a promise?”

“Guess you’ll have to find out.”

[nonsscrapheap]

TFP : Universal Observation

AND WE RETURN! i hope you all enjoy the show!

WARNING LONG POST! AS WELL AS HEAVILY IMPLIED DISFIGURATION! you'll know it when you see it.

Prologue: Shattered Glass - II -

[----- TFP : UO -----]

When Soundwave suddenly showed Megatron of a mysterious gold and silver sphere, with mysterious glyphs carved into its shell, Megatron had been curious about it. When it was revealed that no one had catalogued or even reported the item into their storage, he'd briefly been furious- what if it had been an Autobot trap? Or a dangerous artifact that could have scrapped them to the Pits? 

He ordered Soundwave and Starscream to find out how it got on his damned ship and what it was, and to his disappointment, a rare thing for Soundwave but so unfortunately common for Starscream, they couldn't find anything that much significant.

Other than Soundwave's translation of the glyphs that were apparently written in Primal Vernacular, he had thought the glyphs seemed familiar… But that just proved that this item was related to the Autobots, or at least, to Optimus Prime. 

Megatron was tempted to throw it overboard, but… the curiosity about what exactly this sphere was, overpowered that temptation. If it was a trap, then perhaps he could repurpose it somehow. Either way, he kept the sphere and was just about to hold a meeting with his Decepticons on what to do with it when it suddenly glowed.

Blasters had immediately pointed at the item, with an emergency groundbridge as a way to escape whatever would happen- yet it was not needed, as it only began to show a holographic screen. And then it began to show the Autobot human pets running in the halls of a subtly different warship. 

Weapons were put away, but confusion settled in instead. Then shock as the other Starscream appeared, looking far too different from the opportunistic coward that was his second in command. And then the other Arachnid appeared, also very different- the Decepticons on the screen were not disgusted by the human vermin, but treated them like how the Autobots had treated their version of the pests on the screen.

Then, they spoke about him. Megatron. Other Megatron, who, from what he could parse from their words- was an actual Prime on the screen if he was concluding things correctly. Yet his counterpart had no interest in ruling Cybertron apparently, why? After everything—

It showed him. Other Megatron who looked more like Megatronus, his old, gladiatorial self but older. Seemingly wiser, and so different from how Megatron currently was. Even through the screen, there was an air around him that Megatron had only felt around Optimus. Other Megatron was speaking to that human, the one that had the chance to end him yet didn't. And they were talking about Kaon of all things.

Emotions warred in him as he listened to his other self's words, disbelief and a cold anger that cracked through the confusion. What on Cybertron was he talking about? Weakness? Kindness? It took all he had to hold himself back from smashing the sphere to bits, as angry as he was, it wouldn't do to destroy it just yet…

Soundwave proposed something that would seem correct; this was an alternate world they were seeing. A world where it seemed that the Decepticons seemed more like Autobots… while in turn, the Autobots were more like Decepticons. 

[ Megatron, Knock Out and Breakdown exited the groundbridge, arriving in a remote rocky canyon with difficult terrain. Breakdown and Knock Out had their weapons out, while Megatron gave the area a tense survey only to falter as he saw a frame slumped against a nearby boulder, energon staining his plating and forming a small puddle beside him. "Makeshift!" He exclaimed, quickly running over to the injured Decepticon. "Knock Out-"

"On it!" Knock Out interrupted hurriedly, weapons transforming back into servos as he tried to deal with Makeshift. "Makeshift, Makeshift it's me. My friend, can you hear me? Makeshift, come on- stay with me." ]

"Were you ever close with Makeshift?" Breakdown muttered to Knock Out who shook his helm.

"Barely knew the guy." 

Starscream stayed silent, watching Makeshift die before him once again- a slower death this time instead of an explosion. For all the anger he had over Makeshift's blunder, the mech had been an admirable Decepticon, and an amicable one as well. Many of his operations would have probably gone differently if he had Makeshift around. And Megatron hadn't been too pleased to find out that the stealth operative had died.

Even now, the warlord gave Starscream a displeased look that had Starscream flinching. 

[ "Starscream, ready the—" Before Megatron could even finish his sentence, his instincts took over and in an instant he had his sword out. Lashing out and knocking away the red energon blast that had been shot at him and his cons. 

A dark voice chuckled, low, deep and sensual almost. "Well, well, well." It purred as the screen showed the languid moving mech coming from one end of the canyon. "What a wonderful cycle it is, to find a lone Decepticon who then leads me back to my dearest friend." Yellow-orange optics pierced through the screen, a malicious smirk on his faceplate. "Megatron. How lovely to see you again." ]

Involuntarily a shiver went down his spinal strut, optics widening at the sound and sight of the darkened Prime and intake struggling not to drop- because warlords' jaws don't drop in surprise at the sight of- of… Evil Optimus Prime. Megaron felt almost dizzy, from the contrasting sight before him, a picture of his own loathed enemy being compared to the one on screen. His internal fans whirred a bit too loudly and he clenched a servo.

Starscream, however, had no qualms in his jaw dropping. Optics practically bulging out of his sockets. "That's Optimus Prime?!" His voice glitched for a moment from how hysterical he felt at the jarring sight of 'Evil Optimus.' 

"... Hot damn." Knock Out breathed out to the side, lightly fanning himself with a servo. Holding on to a dumbfounded Breakdown who was staring at the screen.

Arachnid raised an optic ridge, surprise in her own optics but her derma forming a smirk. "Well, well, the Prime cleans up quite nicely." That wasn't saying that Optimus Prime wasn't a looker here, but there was a certain… spice as the humans would say, in seeing Optimus Prime being openly malicious. 

Soundwave said nothing like always, but he did take a picture. 

(Elsewhere, a group of Autobots and a trio of humans were absolutely losing it at the sight of Evil Optimus Prime. Said Prime himself, seemed utterly speechless at the moment.)

[ Behind him, Ratchet stepped into view, clinical green optics honing in at Makeshift with Knock Out. "The specimen is still alive? You're losing your touch Arcee." He intoned with a slight chuckle aimed at the smaller bot beside him. 

An orange-optic femme scoffed, "Please, it's not fun to just kill him right off the bat- besides, it worked out didn't it?" She smiled sharply at the Decepticons, "I'm sure Optimus appreciates the new company we have here." 

Optimus chuckled, optics burning bright as he stared at Megatron. "Oh, I am delighted." ]

Arachnid narrowed her optics at the Arcee on screen, tilting her helm in thought. "Hm." Part of her did seethe at the sight of the motorcycle-femme but knowing this Arcee was more of a devilish Decepticon there instead of a heroic Autobot… it intrigued her. She certainly seemed to know how to have fun. 

(A medic and a femme scout-warrior boggled at the sight of their alternate selves. Joining their leader in being speechless.)

[ Megatron's servos clenched and it was a flurry of action as Optimus ran forward, servos transformed into blade and blaster. Megatron ran forward to meet with him. Ratchet and Arcee targeted both Knock Out and Breakdown. "Knock Out to base! Autobots are here! I repeat, Autobots ar- guh!" Knock Out grunted as he shifted his servos into scalpels to try and block Ratchet's sawblade weapon. 

"I'm going to need that corpse you're trying so hard to save Knock Out." Ratchet grunts, a cold smile settling on his faceplate. "I have always wanted to get my servos on a Shifter's T-Cog." 

Knock Out gave him a disgusted and determined look, "Not. A. Chance!" He hauled all his strength into pushing the mad doctor away. "Breakdown!" 

"Little busy here Doc!" Breakdown shouted back, trying his hardest to hit Arcee who nimblely weaved away from his swinging hammer with a cackle. ]

"Ugh, what happened to my sawblades!?" Knock Out griped, glaring at himself at the screen- pretty as his other was, he couldn't help but feel frustrated by the fact the other version of that old scrapbucket Ratchet seemed to have the upper hand in combat and had what seemed to be his sawblades. Just because he was a goody-two-pedes in that world doesn't mean he shouldn't still have good equipment! 

(In the Autobot Base, a medic reeled in disgust at his counterpart's words and equipment. He, too, glared at his counterpart.) 

[ "You recruit the most colorful of mechs, Megatron." Optimus says between blows, matching Megatron blow for blow as they fought, misdirecting each other's blaster fire and their blades meeting again and again. "Pity his stealth skills were no match to Ultra Magnus' meticulous and controlling nature, he noticed the extra mechabot not too long after he appeared. My doctor is rather excited to have his servos on the Shifter's T-Cog, I'm sure he'll put it to a better use than you ever did."

Megatron's optics narrowed and his faceplate pulled a gritting, heavy frown. "No, not while energon flows through my veins, Optimus." He replied through gritted denta. ]

"Mechabot?" Megatron muttered with slight interest but his focus returned to the fact that Optimus had said the name 'Ultra Magnus', a familiar name. An Autobot from the Elite Guard, commander of the old war unit the Wreckers. He was on Earth? Or at least, the other version of Earth? 

Actually, nevermind that, how was Optimus matching him blow for blow?! Was Megatron not the Prime in that world?! And a gladiator at that! Why was Optimus still his equal despite those odds! Just what had happened to the archivist in that world? His frame had clearly been reforged, but those skills… Was this Optimus not a data clerk like his own had been? Had Orion Pax in that world, been a warforged or even laborer mech like Megatron had been? Is that why things were so different?

"Soundwave, find a way to gain control over the sphere." He muttered to his communications officer. There were details to this world that he was very interested to know. 

And those words… Hadn't Optimus uttered those words to him the day he brought back Dark Energon and resurrected that ancient battlefield?

This world… possibly every world, was Optimus always destined to be against him?

(A certain Prime couldn't help but think of the same question.)

[ A groundbridge finally opened behind the Decepticon side of things. A helicopter and a jet flew out of the bridge, the copter landing by the terrifyingly still Makeshift while the jet went straight to Optimus and Megatron. "I've got you." Arachnid said as she transformed into her root mode, using her extra legs to help gently pick up the injured mech and make sure he was held stably.

"Arachnid!" A delighted and dark voice exclaimed and the femme froze, glancing over to see Arcee grinning almost ferally at her, abandoning her fight with Breakdown to pursue her instead. 

Optimus grunted as Soundwave's alt mode slammed into his midsection, knocking him away from Megatron, transforming into his root mode afterwards with his blades out. "Ah, Soundwave." Optimus smiled with sinister amusement as he got back to his pedes. "So nice to see you face to face once more." 

The bot trembled in place, in both anger… and fear. "Soundwave! Get back!" Megatron barked, optics gleaming in concern as he knew the trauma Soundwave had with Optimus. 

The screen flashed white for a moment. ]

With how things were swapped in that world, Arachnid had to wonder just what her other counterpart had done to gain such a reaction from Arcee. And just what Arcee had done to invoke such fear in the other spider's faceplate… It intrigued her as much as it annoyed her. 

Soundwave in the meanwhile, tilted his head in question. Silently observing his other counterpart, he could see his fellow Decepticons glance at him in question as well. Especially his lord and master, Megatron. 

When the screen went white, there was confusion before the realization that this was a flashback settled in as it showed the next scene.

A feeling of dread swept through them all.

(The same went for the Autobots.)

[ "Soundwave, it's so nice to finally meet you face to face." The shadowy figure of Optimus said to a restrained and injured Soundwave. His visor was completely shattered, green optics staring up defiantly at him. "Tell me, where is Megatron?"

"Optimus: will never gain information from me." Soundwave replied with a growl, voice strong and steady, frame weakly struggling. "Optimus: Will lose and never have Cybertron! Megatron: is true Prime!" 

The yellow-orange optics tinged a darker color, "How loyal. Let's reward that shall we? You know Soundwave, it's a shame that you hide your faceplate behind a visor, it's rather pleasing to see, though no one even knows what you look like underneath. So it doesn't really matter I suppose…" He picked up a sharp piece of glinting metal. "Well, since you insist on hiding it behind a visor, I don't suppose you'll mind if you give me your face?" He asked softly, sweetly almost, in contrast to his optics slowly turning red and then the swift movement of the metal shard.

The screen cut to the wall, showing only the shadow of Optimus pulling something that was connected to something else, lines that dripped and glowed, someone screaming in the background to the point it glitched severely when Optimus sliced through the lines. Bright energon splattered on the wall as Optimus held up a plate that dripped down and a dark laugh was heard. ]

Silence reigned the room for a while. Jaws fully dropped from witnessing the entire scene. 

Megatron's optics were even wider than before, and for once, he didn't care for his image as his intake was opened in clear shock. It wasn't everyday that his enemy seemingly tortured and enforced essentially Empurata on his loyal communications officer. 

His first thought is Optimus Prime would NEVER. His second thought is Soundwave still has his faceplate, Optimus never took it here. Subconsciously, his gaze snaps towards the silent mech, frame still, like a statue- nothing too unusual but this was different. There was a tenseness that Megatron seldom saw in Soundwave. He wasn't just still as a statue, he was frozen. When was the last time he'd ever seen Soundwave like this? 

"... Well, that just happened." Knock Out said without any tact, like usual. He winced when he earned Megatron's burning gaze filled with ire.  

(In a base, hidden on Earth. A Prime flinches back, horrified, a rare look of intense emotion overtaking his faceplate. His teammates swarm him, trying to comfort and soothe their distressed leader. Three tiny humans join the fray, telling him that he would never. That he was different, that he was not the mech on the screen.)

For some reason, his processor thought back to Optimus' yellow scout and the parallels to the moment, yet so very different. 

[ The screen flashes white once more and returns to Soundwave standing between Optimus and Megatron. "Tell me, did you ever replace your faceplate? After all this time?" The look on Optimus' face was predatory, "Perhaps I should find out!" He dashed forward with a sly grin and wild optics, both servos turned to blades.

The screen froze completely. ] 

("I don't think I wanna watch this anymore." A small human admitted, and was heard as his words instantly froze the screen.)

"What's happening? Why did it stop?" Megatron questioned gruffly, optics narrowed and intense at the sight of the Other Optimus- so different from the heroic Prime that he knew. 

"I- I don't know, Master. We didn't do anything!" Starscream exclaimed, 

[ OBSERVATIONS PAUSED: CEASE OBSERVATION? ACCEPT / DECLINE ] 

"Someone is doing something!" Megatron hissed in annoyance, servos darting out to touch the screen- he doesn't even know which option he would've chosen. It didn't matter as his clawed digits did nothing but phase through the words just as the option of ACCEPT was picked.

("A-Accept! We don't want to watch whatever that was anymore." The oldest human exclaimed, feeling relieved.)

[ OBSERVATION CEASED UNIVERSE DATA RECORDED: SHATTERED GLASS (JM-DESIGN) SAVED UNIVERSE AVAILABLE FOR PURVIEW WITHIN UNIVERSE LIBRARY ERROR - UNIVERSE LIBRARY CORRUPTED UNIVERSE LIBRARY HAS LOST PREVIOUSLY RECORDED UNIVERSE DATA UNIVERSE DATA AVAILABLE FOR CURRENT CONTINUITY: ONE (1) - SHATTERED GLASS (JM-DESIGN) SEARCH FOR NEW UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION? ACCEPT / DECLINE ]

"Uh, Lord Megatron? I don't think we're in control of whatever's going on right now." Breakdown hesitantly spoke up, cringing away when the warlord turned his optics at him. 

Megatron growled, glaring at the screen. "No, it appears we are not… I suspect the Autobots are the ones controlling this sphere somehow despite the distance… Soundwave, can you do something about it? Either take control of the sphere or track the Autobots' signal from it?" 

For a moment, Soundwave says nothing, does nothing. "... Soundwave." Megatron repeats, not exactly soft, but not as harsh as Megatron would have said to gain his loyal communication's officer's attention. 

The mech finally twitched, his cables emerging from his frame to try and connect to the sphere. He tried in all different angles, the inner wires of his cables trying to find a seam it could get into, a crack to slip in. But nothing. Reluctantly, his cables retreated and he hung his helm low in shameful defeat. 

Megatron scowled, but aimed it at the sphere instead of Soundwave. He watched as the option ACCEPT was picked, and wondered what exactly the Autobots were planning this time.

("Let's uh, let's find something else! Hopefully something a bit more light hearted?")

[----- TFP : UO -----]

[ ENTER KEY WORD TO START UNIVERSAL OBSERVATION ]

[----- TFP : UO -----]

HAHAHAHAHAHAH yeah i did that. the moment i started the shattered glass segment, i had the scene of sg optimus tearing sg soundwave's face off- as a reference to the wild bayverse movies. also i thought it'd be fitting in a way? because megatron took bee's voicebox, sg optimus gets to take sg soundwave's faceplate away.

once again i thank @jealousmarquis for their edits of the shattered glass universe. THEY ALSO HAVE AN EDIT OF SOUNDWAVE'S FACE AND I DIG WITH IT! thats now canon in this fic.

prologue is done! mostly because we now know the premise and yes i know this shattered glass segment was woefully short BUT DONT WORRY IT CAN COME BACK! we just gotta let the trauma settle for everyone a bit and go towards something a bit more lighthearted

HOWEVER! YOU GET TO DECIDE! i'll be giving vague options for everyone to choose!

another reason why i decided to end the shattered glass segment is because i realized halfway into writing is that i kinda sidelined the kids in the reaction bits- i showed them in the beginning, but the beginning premise is supposed to include jack, miko and raf as the main characters of each reaction universe. but then the shattered glass segment easily pushed them aside and while that IS fine, i kinda wanna stay focused on the kids being main characters here for a moment.

and yes, the options, despite involving optimus and megatron working together WILL have the kids as the main focal point of the reaction universe. and to those who don't want that- be patient, i'll have things shifted as we go along.

EDIT: forgot to mention! the reason the other SG Autobots haven't shown up is just that i decided to mostly do with the characters that jealousmarquis edited for easier visualization. if they ever do the others and we're revisiting the shattered glass jm-design, they'll be there one way or another.

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Before and So Forth - Chapter Eight: Megatronus, Sentinel, and Starscream

Transformers One x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Solars Indie Series

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven

-Timeline One: Sentinel

-Timeline Two: Starscream

Introduction Indie Series

Content: 18+, Megatronus is such a husband in this I can’t-

TW/Tags: Angst with Starscream and a bit with Soundwave, Megatronus is my beloved OMFG, a bit of sexual harassment, death, fake death, sad endings.

Notes: While writing this for some reason I imagine his voice sounding like Bryan Tyree Henry's voice. Silly but while writing for Megatronus here I was like “OH LORD THIS MAN IS MAKING ME FEEL THINGS-“ so- yeah-.

It was peaceful in Iacon. The light making its way through the cracks in the underground Iacon city. The Sun shines through the windows of many apartments in different directions.

Megatronus awakens in his berth as the sun shines over his optics. A small smile plastered on his dermas. Optics looking at his open window.

Showing the beautiful city around and above him. A perfect way to start the day. Meanwhile to same happening to another special bot apartment. Yours.

You woke up from your peaceful recharge as soon as the sun hit your optics. For the first time in a good while. A smile was on your dermas once awaken.

Soon, sitting up on your berth. You then stood up and started to get yourself polished.

During your clean-up, you soon felt a tug in your spark. Megatronus sending you a warm feeling through the bond as a good morning. You smiled and sent another one to him. You continued after he didn't respond.

Your frame is nice and shiny all over. You chuckled to yourself. Mostly like a girly giggle. Your pedes kicked a little in the air as you sat in a chair. After grabbing a piece of energy, you made your way to your door with a skip.

Primus you must seem ridiculous, soon flying to the tower. Making your way towards the entrance. Once inside you made your way into the halls. Getting closer and closer. That’s when you ran into the chest of Soundwave. Who was waiting for you at the corner of the hall? He knew you’d bump into him once you turned to the next hall.

The halls. We’re pretty quiet. Many must have been getting ready for a mission based on the report you received before waking up.

Before you could respond, he then grabbed your wrist. Pulling your frame back against his own. His other arm moves around your waist.

His upper frame leaned forward, making your upper half lean back.

He then played through his blaster the intro song of that drama series you and Shockwave watched the other day as one of the main mech characters' voice speaks over the sound. “Let us rule to city..together. With Our Passion My Love!.”

Soundwave acting according to the scene to the sound. Not speaking. You just stared at him for a moment before crossing your arms between you both.

Trying to hold in a chuckle while he remained looking at you. You then well nonchalantly your words, taking him by surprise. “This ain’t going be enough to change my mind Soundwave?” Soundwave helm lay low while you kept staring at him with a smirk. You are both still in the same position.

Frenzy then spoke from behind. “Well, we tried. Guess it wasn’t meant to be.”

Rumble hit the back of Franzys helm while Ravage just did a frog blink. Soundwave standing fully straight while still holding you. Finally letting you go and just looked down. You then placed a cervo on his shoulder as you spoke.

”We can talk about the success of the prime after the meeting. Alright?”

Soundwave just watched you while you made your way past him. You then give Rumble and Frenzy ‘the look’ as your pet ravages on the head. Fully passing them to one of the meeting rooms with Starscream and the other primes.

Not seeing Soundwave glaring at both Rumble and Frenzy who just chuckles nervously while Ravage scratches herself against the wall.

At the meeting. You took your seat next to Shockwave. His one optic followed you while he spoke to you. His optic even doing a full 180n as he watched you walk past behind him and then sit.

“Ah, Y/N how did Soundwave's little attempt at romance drama go for you?” His voice spoke with curiosity. You let out a chuckle.

”it was as romantic as he could make it. Sadly it’s not enough as it would in a TV show.” Shockwave let out a sigh and started to read on a data pad that was in his cervo while he spoke. “I remember when he tried that with me after we broke up. It didn’t work but I still appreciated.” He said so casually.

You were reading a data pad that was at your seat. Until his words are finally processed in your mind. You then turn your helm towards him in a bit of confusion.

His optic looking down at his data pad while he is reading. His one optic showing it. You were about to ask, not being aware of his and Soundwave's former relationship. But then you’re cut off when Megatronus's voice is heard.

Both you and Shockwave turn your helms towards him. You already had your usual smile on your dermas.

So it was harder to not let it grow larger as you watched and listened to Megatronus speak. “Now then my soldiers. Today is the day the me and the other primes go to the surface to end this war. Megatron's voice boomed. Sitting at the head of the table.

Alchemist and Nexus Prime were there with him. Taking their seats at both sides of him while he spoke. You looked down at your data with your usual smile.

The others did the same while he continued to speak. You glanced at him. Seeing that he was looking at you too. Your smile grew a bit larger as your optics stared down at your data pad once more. You know he’s smiling under his mask.

He then looks back at his data pad. Never have stopped talking.

“As for the rest of you, the order is that some of you stay here to keep watch and guard the city. More of the guards coming with us as a possible backup. We already made it clear for Soundwave and Starscream to be sure to reach any of you who choose to stay in case of any changes and emergencies. Is that clear?”

Everyone in the room nodded in agreement. You placed the data pad down while Megatronus continued. He continued while you listened. Looking at him just like Shockwave did. Mostly to not seem suspicious.

“Now we leave at 2. Arriving an hour before their meet-up. Keep your guard up and don’t disappoint. You are the high guard. You don’t just serve us primes. You also serve Iacon.” For a moment he stared at everyone else. He glanced at you for a little while longer before looking away. You knew he meant that on purpose.

“Dismissed.” He kept holding his larger datapad while the other two primes then started speaking. You walking along with the others next to Shockwave.

Your optics choose to glance towards Megatronus once more. But you noticed his optics seemed almost sad while he stared down at his data pad. Nexus speaking as Megatronus and Alchemist just nodded in agreement. You continued to walk out through the hall with Shockwave.

He made sure to wave you goodbye with his cervo. You doing the same.

Then looking down at your data pad while you made your way to the waiting room to join the others. That is until someone grabbed your arm. Stopping you. When you looked back, you were met with Starscream.

A frown as usual on his dermas while he stared down at you. You spoke. Your voice is streaky and calm. “Starscream? Is something up.”

He seemed to be in deep thought before speaking. His expression and optics are a bit softer. “This mission will be very dangerous. I would hate for you and your Conjunx to join us. Because we don’t know what to expect once there.”

He leaned down a bit. His voice grew quieter.

You just stared at him with your bright yellow optics. His cervo still holding your arm. You finally responded in a hushed tone. There are still others around you two of course.

”I’ll make that choice with my partner. So you’ll see me when you see me.” You can see the annoyance in his expression. You then leaned your helm up closer to his own. His own remained still while you both continued to stare at each other.

”Why don’t we wait to do this, after the meeting yeah? See you then.” You finally leaned your helm back. Pulling your arm away and walking away from him. Starscreams cervo is now down to his side while he watches you walk away with narrowed optics.

Seeming to be deep in thought. His optics continue to stare at you, while Soundwave, Rumble, and Frenzy Peaked your helms out from the corner of the hall looking at you walk away and Starscream still standing there.

You make your way closer and closer to the room. Descending to wait to speak to Megatronus before it was time. It was still morning after all.

As you got closer, you noticed this purple femme walking by. She was built differently than the bots who you usually see around here. She just looked at you with a side optic. A frown on her dermas before she walked into a room. Sentinel quarters..You watched as the door opened.

Sentinel was there holding a data pad. As you continued walking you’d noticed this strange red button on the data pad he was holding. He didn’t seem. To notice you when she closed the door behind you.

You looked down for a moment as you kept walking with the others down the hall. So, you kept moving forward. But then you got an idea. And start to make your way to the training room you always go to. That’ll be a good place to clear your mind and possibly wait for Megatronus call.

Once there, you made sure to take a seat on the floor. Close enough to the door without getting hit. You then pulled out your sword. Not being able to use them for a while. You then looked down at it.

Seeing your reflection, seeing your scar on your cheek. You’re optics unsure and scared of what’ll happen in a few hours. It’s only the sixth day of this damn week. Yet it feels so much longer. You then look up unsure. You felt certain of your choice before. But now.

Going against bigger Quintessons. You might not come back. Even if Megatronus is there or not. If you stay then you’ll have a better chance at surviving. Waiting for his return.

But would that make you less of a warrior? Maybe not.

Staying to protect Iacon is part of your job as well. You let out a choked sob. You didn’t even realize you were crying. Everything changed in more ways than one, this week. And now you’re down to a choice that can go bad in every other way.

If Megatronus ones return to you, then it can be the end of your current relationship with Starscream, Soundwave, and possibly even Shockwave.

Primus, why can’t life in Iacon be simple?

You didn’t realize you were sitting there for several minutes. You were so deep in thought. Only being able to be taken out of your thoughts when a larger cervo placed itself on your shoulder.

You then turned your helm towards the bot. It was Megatronus. You were about to stand, but his cervo on your shoulder kept you in place.

He then makes himself comfortable next to you. His cervo then holding the side of your waist he then pulls out his cog. Making his frame turn smaller and smaller next to you. His cervo remains on your waist. He noticed the worry on your face. Then speaking. “Don’t worry. The doors are locked.”

He let out a chuckle while he took off his mask. You let out a soft sigh.

“My apologies, Megatronus. I just. Well, don’t know what’s the right choice. I wish to stay to protect Iacon and come as backup. But shouldn’t I also join you in the fight? What if…” You sigh. “Megatronus these are the higher up Quintissons. What if I’m not as strong enough?

Megatronus other cervo gently held your chin. Making you look at him, making you stop. You stared up at him while he stared down at you. You then watched as he leaned down. Giving you a gentle and loving kiss.

You return the kiss. Your optics closing while you take the moment. His optics staring down at you.

His optics are soft and bright. His white optics admire your every feature. Your kiss remains. Quiet. Yet enough to be heard in the room. You let out a soft sigh between kisses. His cervo once holding your chin moved to gently hold one of your cervos.

He is the one to pull away before leaning down again to kiss your cheek. Then your neck.

Then your shoulder. Every kiss is soft and delicate. Your optics remain close. Both his servos holding you and keeping you close to his frame. Your cervos instinctively take their place on his shoulders.

Megatronus continued for a couple more minutes before he let out a deep chuckle.

“You speak as if anything will happen to you. I will never let anything happen to you. As long as I live.” He looks at you once more. His cervo around yours gives a good squeeze of reassurance.

“Remember Sweetspark. You are MY Conjunx. So when I return. No matter what choice you make. I better see a smile on your dermas and in my arms without wasting another second.” He said all with a smile. He then let out another deep chuckle while you just stared at him with unsure optics once more.

He gives you another gentle kiss on your dermas.

His dermas only a couple of inches from yours when he pulled back. Then whispering in his softer tone. “Tonight, I’ll be the one making the dinner. You just stay by my side and look wonderful for me my love. After all. You made sure your frame looked extra nice today. Didn’t you?”

A bright yellow blush appears on your cheeks. Your optics widened a little. He noticed you cleaned up your frame with an extra polish. He let out another deep chuckle. “Make your choice my love. No matter what. We will reunite with each other.”

”I Promise.”

You responded with a shaky voice. “I know you will. My Love.” You finished. As soon as his dermas connect with yours one last time. The kiss lasted for a whole minute until he finally pulled away. Receiving a call from Sentinel.

Megatronus let out a soft groan. His cervo once on your waist moves to his audio sensors to answer the call. His other remains on your cervo.

He talked through the call while you waited. Your helm slowly and hesitantly rests on the side of your helm on his shoulder. Almost hearing his spark while he continued to speak. His frame was so warm. The side of your frame, starting with your shoulder was against his front frame.

Your optics close for a moment while trying to at least enjoy another moment with him. The call was soon over and he let out an annoyed sigh. He looked down at you. Then placing a soft kiss on the top of your helm.

Speaking once more. “I’m sorry my dear. It appears we’ll have to head out earlier. Like..30 minutes..I deeply apologize.” You panicked a little. Sitting up a little more.

Your helm and frame were no longer on him as you spoke. “Megatronus-“

”Shh shh listen. Nothing will change. It’s just the timing. Make your choice. And whatever you pick. I’ll love you as you are.”

He gives you one last kiss before pressing his forehead against yours. Optics closed for a moment. Yours closing as well. “I..” You spoke for a moment. Before continuing. “I’ll see you then. After my choice.” You gave a reassuring smile.

His smile grew a little more. He then put back on his mask. “Until then, Sweetspark.” He stood up before you. You watch while he puts on his cog and makes his way to the door while his frame grows larger. His helm turning to face you. He then gives you a nod. Unlocking the door. Then walking out.

Once the door closes behind you, you feel a warmth in your spark. Megatronus gently pulls at your spark. You let out a soft chuckle, your cervo placing itself over your chest.

You let out a soft sigh. Sitting there for another few minutes. Optics are closed while you imagine everything from this week with everyone. To when Megatronus first placed his dermas on your own for the first time. When Starscream kissed your shoulder and the many times he spoke to you.

Shockwaves questions to you when you both watched your favorite show. Your small yet meaningful moments with Soundwave. Along with what Rumble and Frenzy said to you.

Not to mention everything with Sentinel Prime. The kiss he forced upon you. And the lady from earlier today meeting with Sentinel.

Your moment last night when you finally bonded with Megatronus for the first time after such a blessed night. And then. The moment of you and Megatronus in each other's arms. Sharing a wonderful kiss just from minutes ago.

A smile remains on your dermas.

You have to make a choice now. Thinking about both Megatronus and Starscream's words..what can you do? You sit thinking for just a few more moments. As many mechs words flow through your mind.

Until you finally got it.

You stood up. Getting in front of the door. Determination in your optics as the doors soon open. You taking a step out. For a moment you glanced down the hall across from you. Where the sentinel door was, where that femme walked through. You thought for just a moment. Looking down until you pulled yourself together.

Finally, your pede takes a step before you. Making your way to your destination.

————————————————————————————————

Timeline One Sentinel

You made your way to the left to the room where bots would be staying as backup.

Opening the door where you don’t see many bots. Just two. A purple femme and a green mech were currently speaking to each other. You made your way to one of the bleachers of the lobby. Waiting for orders by one of the primes or a superior. You then send a message of a feeling through your spark.

Megatronus meanwhile was getting his weapons ready. He felt the pull through his spark. Knowing what it meant thanks to the feeling. He smiled under his dermas and sent a pull through the bond.

Letting you know it’s alright. And an “I love you” through the spark. You smiled gently while the other two didn't pay much attention.

Along with the other high guard, Starscream and Soundwave were waiting for orders near the entrance for the other primes. Ready and sure of themselves to get started with the mission. Shockwave antennas move around now and then.

It’s been almost 15 minutes since. So you sat there and waited with the other two. The two not paying much toward you. Eventually, when the high guard was about to in a couple of minutes. Sentinel then opened the door. Walking in so casually as he spoke.

” Well isn’t this interesting. Three guards choose to stay to protect the city and then join the primes. The other two bots huffing while you remained silent. He continued.

”Well, I only hope you all stay on top of your mission because who knows who we might need out there.” His helm then turned to face you. You remained still as he winked at you with a grin. “So! See you three then. If we ever need you guys of course.” He chuckled making the others scoff.

He then gave you one final look with that damn smile before casually walking out of the room. Cervos behind his back while he walks out. The doors then closed behind him. Making the room silent.

After a few minutes, the high guard and Megatronus had already left. Out of nowhere, the room became dark. You looked around, using your night vision sensors as you looked around frantically. The other two bots doing the same. You then hear one of them speak. “Hey what are you-“

SLAM

You blacked out.

After several moments, your slumber almost pencil. You’re then jolted awake with a stinging pain in your spark. You soon feel yourself screaming in pain. Finding yourself in restraints by your wrists and ankles. This continued for a moment longer until someone stabbed something into the side of your neck.

This causes you to fall asleep once more. The pain leaves sometime after you knock out.

During your slumber. You began to awaken when you heard a faded voice. Slowly your optics became online. And your frame was soon hit with much pain over your frame. On your neck and your chest.

You felt that the restraints were no longer holding you down. You slowly sit up despite the pain, soon feeling a cervo on the middle of your back. But you don’t think much to react. Sentinel's voice slowly becoming more clear. Your frame then leaned to the side. Resting against it while he stood there next to you.

His other cervo holding the side of your waist while you continue to lean against him trying to gather your thoughts. He continued while you just listened. “Shh shh hey just calm yourself. You were knocked by those traitors of guards. Luckily my apprentice arachnid saved you.”

Your optics would open and close while he spoke. Megatronus's face with his smile soon appears in your mind. You start to try moving out of his arms and off the table you were currently on.

”T-The war. Meeting. They-“ Sentinel then interrupted you. He holding you firmly by the waist and arm.

”Hold on there Y/N. I’m afraid you’re too late.” His voice almost sounded sincere. You just stared at him in confusion until he spoke once more. Turning your frame to face him. Legs dangling off the table.

”I’m afraid we…” He stopped for a moment. You then spoke as you stared at him.

Being at the same height as him. “Sentinel, what happened? Did they win? Is the war over?”

He just let out a sigh. Staring you dead in the optics as he continues. “It was an ambush. And those two bots there. We’re meant to try to kill whoever was left to send word to the damn enemies. My apprentice was able to save you in time while I was out helping the primes…I was….the only one able to make it out I’m afraid.”

He watched you as his words set in. Your optics slowly grow wider and wider from the realization.

No…no no no! NO! “No that- that can’t be right!!! They’re the Primes they can’t lose!!! I- I have to go there. Maybe at least one survived.” You were able to almost get past Sentinel until he fully wrapped his arms around you. Holding you still as you got yourself to the floor.

Tears fell from your optics while you cried out. “No not them! Not them!!” Starscream, Soundwaves, Shockwave, and Megatronus images appear in your mind as you try to get out of Sentinel's grasp.

Their smiles and joyful optics appear while your optics start getting blurry from the tears.

Sentinel continues to hold you close. Not noticing his annoyed expression while holding you back from running to the surface. Minutes went by as you kept trying to get out of his grasp. He spoke next to your audio sensors as you kept struggling.

”You need to calm yourself. There’s nothing you can do now. This was hours ago! He’s gone Y/N. They all are! We are all that’s left now! Iacon needs you now! I need you by my side to carry on The Prime legacy! You hear me?!” His words boomed in your mind. Feeling yourself slowly stop struggling.

Your frame slowly stopped while you stared at the floor. Sentinel's arms remained still for a moment longer. Slowly letting go while he sat on the floor with you. Then getting next to you.

You then felt his cervo gently holding your chin. Making you turn your helm towards him. Tears still falling while he spoke. “You must stand. You are a part of the High Guard. With you, you can carry on the High Guard legacy, even if you didn’t fight alongside them today.”

He then helped you up after grabbing both your cervos. You stood as you continued to listen to him. “Many made sure I was able to escape so the city would at least have a leader to protect them. But I can’t do that without your helm.”

He helped you sit at the table once more. You continue to stare at him as he makes himself stand between your legs.

”You can either remain strong or join me by my side. And help me keep Iacon up and running. While I search for the matrix that Primus has set to be somewhere at the surface of the planet. Or..” He paused. Leaning his helm close to yours he continued. “You can leave. And be seen as a traitor and failure just like those bots.”

You stared at him confused. “Because I’m the only bot who can protect you. So what will it be? Because I won’t wait long this time sweetspark.”

You both continue to stare at each other. You then looked down between you both as you thought of his options. But the news of the Primes dead is still racing through your mind.

His cervo held your chin once more. So your optics stare at him. Instead of a worried Sentinel as of before. He was just glaring at you.

You felt your voice caught in your throat. Your dermas parted to try to speak but couldn’t. He then got annoyed. Speaking once more as his helm leaned a little closer to yours. “If I were you, I’d say “Yes Sentinel Sir.” Because I can’t promise that I’ll be a nice leader. Understood?”

You felt yourself shake a little more. You realized. This is Sentinel.

You most likely don’t have a choice. Slowly, very slowly. You gave a nod. Sentinels had a perfect smirk on his dermas while his optics stared down at you.

You remained silent. He let out a deep chuckle, his helm leaning to be next to yours. His cervos gripping the side of your waist once I spoke once more. “Glad to have you. My personal bodyguard.” He deeply chuckled once more.

Your optics open a little. Your cervos instinctively went against his shoulders when he pulled your frame closer to his own.

His helm turned to the side to press his dermas under your audio sensors as he whispered. “I’ll have my apprentice guide you to your new sleeping quarters in the Primes tower. Give you enough time to process your grief of Megatronus.”

Tears were still falling down your optics. Sentinel stood there with a smile for a moment longer. Then turning around making his way to the door. Once the door fully shut. The tears fully went don’t.

They were gone…truly gone now. You’re alone. Your cervo then moved to hold the spot where Sentinel placed a kiss. The feeling only stinging above the spot.

The same spot Megatronus kissed.

———————————————————————————

Timeline Two Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave

You turned right, heading to join the other guards for the mission.

Once out of the tower you flew alongside others to the surface. Once landing, you soon see that all of the high-guards army was there.

You continued to walk deeper and deeper through the crowd. Seeing the main three somewhere at the front. Soundwave seemed to be staring in your direction. You stared at him while he stayed still. But when he moved his helm to the side you figured he must not saw you.

So you continued walking until you were somewhere near the middle but still close enough that Megatronus could see you.

After some time, Megatronus has sent you another pull. Asking if you’re alright. You of course responded and let him you’re prepared to fight for the planet. You and Megatronus continue this dance for a little while more. You tried to hold in your chuckle when he teased and messed with your spark.

You then heard the other primes coming. Zeta was the first to transform and stand. The other Primes walked behind him. Megatronus then transformed taking his place near the end. His optics dim but you know he’s staring at you.

Finding you easily in the crowd. You glance at him. You both smiled at each other while Zeta continued.

You then felt a smaller cervo grab your own. When you looked down, you saw Rumble. You had a smile on his dermas. He wanted your attention.

You looked back up at Megatronus who was still staring at you. You then got a bond through your spark. Him telling you through the bond it’s fine, to talk soon, before looking around once more. You leaned down a little. Luckily the baits in front of you were taller.

Rumble then whispered to your audio sensors without being too loud.

“You’re one of the strongest bots who works well with Soundwave and Starscream. I and the others were thinking we’d have a better chance of defeating those tentacle monsters!”

You let out a soft chuckle at his words. You thought for a moment before you nodded in agreement. He keeps his usual smile.

He then put his arms up asking for permission. You then roll your optics before picking him up. Holding him like a little kid while you both watched Zeta continue.

Once he was finished, Megatronus then glanced at you one more time. He seemed to be. Holding in a chuckle when he saw rumble in your arms like a little sparkling.

Soon it was time to leave. Zeta then yells to encourage everyone.

“Now High Guard! Let’s show those Quintessons that we cybertronians are not to be messed with!”

Everyone including yourself and Rumble cheered along together. The Primes join each other. Everyone then started to transform and fly to the destination.

You stayed behind a bit to make sure Rumble gets to Soundwave.

You then notice Megatronus pulling away his arm from Solus. You seemed to be trying to talk to him. But he was fast to transform and leave her behind. Solus then flew behind him.

You then transformed flying behind the others. Eventually at the forest waiting with the other scattered guard for orders. The main three were nowhere to be seen. And so minutes went by.

The others were speaking amongst themselves while you watched the mountain. Waiting for at least a sign from afar.

But as you were about to turn your helm away. Everyone soon got a comm link to my Starscream.

“HIGH GUARD RETREAT! WE HAVE BEEN BETRAYED!!! THE PRIMES ARE DOWN EVACUATE TO THE FOREST AND SCATTER!!!!!!!!”

The warning became a surprise. You looked at the mountain.

Only to see Quintessons and…wait what are the iacon officers doing here?! They started to shoot. You and the others soon start running into the forest.

Getting further and further from the scene. And then out of nowhere, an immediate pain surged through your spark. It was the bond. You fell to your knees. Your body falling and dragging across the dirt.

Two of the cone heads grabbed your arms on each side and started to run. Helping you while the pain continues.

One by one more guards were shot from behind. Your pedes just kept moving.

Eventually, it seemed like almost an hour went by. You and a few others who weren’t shot were able to get far enough. It was dark out. You looked around as others did the same.

The cone heads who helped you out checked on you before going their seperat way to help the others.

You stood there for a moment until Soundwave appeared to you and the others speaking about what happened. “High Guard. We have been betrayed by the one we trusted. Sentinel Prime.”

The others looked at each other while you stared at him. Shock on your face with wide optics. Soundwave then sends a message through the comms of where to go. Somewhere sentinel can’t find them.

The pain was still there but a little faded. You walked closer to Soundwave. He noticed you struggling and reached his cervos out for you.

Helping you stand after the cone heads left. You then tried to speak. “Soundwave…the primes they.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N…they’re gone..and so are many of the high guards.” You started to tear up.

Your helm pressed against his chest as you felt yourself cheer up. Soundwave then gently wrapped his arms around you. Keeping you close as the others flew off.

You continued while he stared down at you. Rumble and the other cassettes in his chest watching.

After a few moments, soundwave spoke once more. Holding you by your shoulders to move you back a little. You stared at him once he spoke. “We must move. And not fail now.”

You both stared at each other for a moment longer. After a minute, you finally gave him a nod. His cervo wipes away your tears.

You both then transform together and make your way to the others at the destination. You both flew in silence. But while it continued your mind started to race.

Flashes of Megatronus smile. His touch. His voice. Was all you heard and saw.

Your frame slowly shook when you remembered everything he told you. How everything changed so fast all at once. Your life is so different now. Everything has changed now.

But at least here. You’re not alone.

When you land at the destination. Where everyone was at an abandoned ship. Soundwave was the first to transform before you. Once you did, you wiped away the tears from under your optics.

Soundwave placed a cervo on your shoulder as comfort. Starscream and Shockwave walking over to you both.

Starscream is the first to speak. “glad to see most of us made it out alive. Y/N you were able to get out thanks to two cone heads?” You stood a little straighter. Shockwave remained quiet while you spoke.

“There was a struggle on my part..” You turned your helm away. Shockwave stared at you while Soundwave looked down at you.

Starscream realized what you meant. Soon enough he stumbled with his words for a second before speaking. “Soundwave. Shockwave. Go make sure we know how many guards we have. I wish to speak to Y/N alone.”

The two stared at him for a moment. Then back at you. Returning their stares to Starscream before giving a nod. Then walking away to give the two of you some space. Starscream stared down at you for a moment longer before taking a step closer. His expression is almost blank.

He finally spoke. “He was one of the guards closest. Wasn't he?”

He asked curious. You just gave a nod. Starscream stays silent for a moment longer. He held your chin with his cervo. Making you look at him. Speaking once more. “This is our new life now Y/N> He would want you to live. So let’s survive and carry on the high guard legacy…understood?”

You stared at him with dry optics. Then at last speaking. “Yes, sir”

He then placed the cervo once on your chin to sit on your shoulder. Reassuring you, that you aren’t alone.

Happy New Year!

[djarrex]

got you under my skin

ND-5 x f!reader

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in Outlaws I crash the ship into things on purpose just to hear ND scold me. yeah I'm a robofucker now. can't help it. minors be gone.

The Trailblazer had just landed on the landing pad, the engines whirring as they powered down, when Kay came up behind you where you were tinkering with your blaster at the workbench. Nix jumped onto the table from her shoulder and chirped at you. 

“You good to hang back with ND?” she asked, even though she knew the question was pointless – and it was more of a taunt, no less. You tossed her a sideways glance, rolling your eyes at her knowing grin. 

“We’ll be fine,” you assured her as you ran a cloth along the barrel of your blaster. “We’ll get started on mapping out the next locations.” You paused, setting down your blaster to pet the merqaal, who beamed at you with those large eyes and wide smile of his.

“He can’t hate me forever.”

“ND doesn’t hate you!” She chuckled at that, and opened the side gangway door as Nix jumped back to her shoulders. “I already told you that it just takes him a while to warm up to people. Especially if those people needed their lives saved right out the gate.” Kay winked at you, and you remembered how Kay’s initial relationship with the old commando droid had been rocky as well.

You partially followed Kay as she started to head down the gangway. “I need you to work together on this. I should be back in a few hours,” she called back to you. With a smirk, she then added: “Try to get along until then.”

The gangway door shut and you could almost laugh out of pure disbelief, a heavy sigh blowing out between your clenched teeth. Kay knew just how much ND got under your skin, and if ND had skin, you were positive the feeling would be reciprocated. The droid and you hadn’t been able to get along ever since he’d been forced to save your life just after you’d joined their crew. Months ago now, Kay had run into you on Renpalli Station. You’d been on the run from your former employer and were trying to secure a ride out of the sector. She’d been nice enough to offer you a ticket to freedom, but after those several hours of hyperspace travel–including multiple games of Sabacc, drinks, and shared stories–Kay had offered you a place with their crew. You had certain skills that could be put to use, and Kay had known that, which is what she argued with when reasoning with her droid partner that you would be a useful addition. ND-5 was hesitant, but trusted Kay’s judgment, just as he always had. 

From that moment–the way he’d shaken his head at you while reluctantly agreeing with his partner–you were able to tell it would take a while to prove yourself to the droid. But getting into trouble with the Empire a couple days later really sealed the fate of your relationship with him. Every little thing you did since then had been attempt after attempt to prove yourself to ND-5, that you were worthy of his trust and you were not a liability to the crew, but it still wasn't enough. The dismissive attitude toward you and his overall demeanor when it came to you eventually turned into a sour taste in your mouth, and now, you were just plain bitter. The only friendly interaction you had on the Trailblazer was with Kay or little Nix, but she was always out and about doing her thing with her small companion by her side; which was fine, because she was good at what she did. You were more comfortable hanging back, even if that meant sharing the space with the droid who so blatantly disliked you. You were always able to keep yourself busy, and really the only times you needed to interact with ND-5 was when Kay requested it. Like now. 

“She is still at the workbench,” you heard ND-5’s deep, modulated voice come from the cockpit. He may be a droid, but he sure as hell learned to cadence his speech to appropriately deliver what he was trying to relay. You shook your head and took a centering breath before you made your way into the cockpit. ND was still seated in the co-pilot's seat, as he always was, as he spoke with Kay on the comm. His head slightly turned upon hearing you enter. 

“I’m here, Kay,” you call out, rolling your eyes at the back of the droid’s head. You took a seat in the pilot’s chair, and kicked up your legs, resting them up against the console. “Didn’t you just leave? ND bothering you already?”

“I have narrowed down a few systems that–” ND-5 paused, his head turned in your direction. “Get off of the console.”

“ND,” came Kay’s mock scolding voice. You could picture her facial expression. “Be nice. Now, what were you saying about those systems?”

You tucked your legs onto the seat instead, holding your knees close to your chest and spun back and forth as the conversation carried on. ND and Kay went back and forth about the systems that he’d mapped out without you, and you remained silent for the most part, biting your tongue. Kay disconnected a couple minutes later, but not after tossing out another reminder to get along with one another. 

“So,” you started, dropping your boots into the ground with a thud and resting your elbows against your knees. “I know we told Kay we’d work together on that, but it looks like you already went ahead and did everything yourself instead.”

“Yes,” he told you flatly, clicking away on the datapad held in his long, metal fingers. While you were busy playing with your blaster, I got to work on what was requested.”

“That’s not– Kay had just left!” You practically shouted, but ND didn’t spare you a glance. You sat up straighter. “I know we don’t see eye to eye, and we don’t exactly get along the way crewmates should.” You sighed, trying to calm yourself down. “But I pull my weight, and Kay likes having me here. I made one mistake months ago and I have been trying to prove myself to you but you won’t even let me do that!

ND-5 visibly froze as you stood up, but didn't bother to look toward you. You stepped over to where he was sitting, more words buzzing on your tongue. “And if all this animosity toward me is your way of trying to get me to leave, then you may just get what you wanted. I don’t know what your problem with me is.”

None of the anger died with those last words, but you decided to save your breath and go back to what you’d been doing before – but before you could make it all the way out of the cockpit, ND’s voice arrested you in place.

“Do you really want to know?”

The way it sounded so genuine sobered you, and when you turned around, ND was actually looking at you. It was your turn to be frozen as he stood up, his imposing height towering over you. You felt like shrinking, your chest tightening at the mere way ND was looking down at you. Anxiously, you awaited his next words as you could practically see the gears turning and springs bouncing in his head.

It dawned on you that you’d never stood this close to him before. Strange, you thought, because you do live on the same ship.

“You… are a distraction.”

You narrow your eyes, and swallow hard. “What is that supposed to mean?”

He looked away.

“...Nevermind.”

“ND-5, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You huffed in frustration. “You know what? You’re distracting me from “playing” with my blaster,” you tossed out his own words back at him. “Fuck this.”

You turned to leave the cockpit, but ND’s metal fingers found their place wrapped around your arm. He didn’t yank you, or apply serious pressure as you know he probably could have without even realizing, but the gesture definitely stopped you in your tracks. He had never touched you before, not even with the fabric of his trench coat whenever he would walk by. You couldn’t face ND, too concerned with the way your face heated up at the contact of the cool metal against your skin.

He spoke your name, quietly, and the sound of it made your heart skip a beat.

“I can hear a lot,” he started to elaborate. “My audio sensors can pick up what organic hearing sometimes cannot.” 

You finally turned around, feeling even smaller than before with how close he was to you. ND could probably sense how heated your skin was. You were embarrassed now, too – flames kindling all over your body. Never would you have ever predicted that you’d feel this heated from something other than anger and frustration with ND. A new feeling emerged from somewhere deep within you – a lust that must have crawled its way out. 

Your throat felt dry. This was new. 

“...And?”

“I cannot get the sounds you made out of my memory banks.”

You were in shock. ND-5 could hear you – late at night in the semi-privacy of your little alcove bunk. As quiet as you always were–something you’d always take precautions with–proved to be futile when in the proximity of a droid, one who was actually able to speak to you about it – a droid who was apparently making you feel… desire. 

“I did resent having to save you from those Imps,” he continued. “But I have, unexpectedly, found myself intrigued by you.”

You raised a brow and instinctually bit your lip.

“Oh? Is that the case?”

“Yes. I have often calculated how I could pull those sounds from you myself. That is why you are a distraction.” 

You were still in shock, even more so than before. You could say it all made sense now – why ND kept you at such a distance, why he shut you down with disapproving comments and taking it upon himself to complete tasks solo, rather than working alongside you. You could say it made sense, and maybe this was your way to bridge things with ND, to make things amicable with him for the first time. 

This was never something you’d consider before. There never was an attraction until now and it’s growing rapidly, beyond your control. You figure that all the resentment you harbored for him in retaliation was the catalyst – and now you need to fuck it all out of your system. He’s a droid… but maybe that was a good thing.

“Tell me,” you cautiously prodded. Nerves and the newfound desire fought for the reins. “What, um, calculations have you made?”

He was so close that for the first time you could hear the faintest of whirs in even the smallest of his movements. “This is a surprise,” ND noted with a cadence in his tone to match. “I never calculated that you would inquire about this.”

“Well.” The drive took over, and with the newfound confidence, your palm rested on his cool metal chest, just below the jagged scar. You glanced up. “I am.”

ND froze, as if he were computing his next move. 

Maybe you were making a fool of yourself. It wasn’t like you woke up this morning already pining for the droid, and even now, you weren’t even sure how it would work – but something in the back of your head screamed at you, that ND knew exactly how it would all play out – and that tempted you to your detriment.

“Good,” he said quietly and in a way that meant no backing out now. Raising his arm, ND dragged a finger down your cheek and cradled your jaw. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears. “Get against the console.”

You blinked at him. “I thought you didn’t like it when I–” The wordless stare you were leveled with was enough to jolt you with the realization. A devious, knowing smile grew on your lips. “–Oh.”

“If you are going to be a brat–” His hold on your chin tightened. “–Then this will not continue.”

“C’mon, ND. Admit it.” You sauntered over to the console when he released you, arching your back and presenting yourself. It was cheap, and you felt a little embarrassed by it, but you’d tossed all caution to the wind. “You like it when I talk back, don’t you?”

ND-5 shook his head. “Tell yourself whatever you would like.” 

The sounds that came from his metal feet hitting the ship’s floor never sounded so loud and imposing until now. Each thud against the floor flooded you with more and more anticipation, and if you could really focus, it almost seemed like he was purposefully taking his time making his way over to you. Maybe that was part of it, part of his calculations. Whatever it was, it was working. Your cunt clenched around nothing, and you felt your underwear dampen.

You held your breath until you felt his hands on you, then everything came to a halt. He spoke your name again – entirely too soft and genuine and a huge contrast to the way he’d say your name before today. Your heart skipped another beat, and you turned your head over your shoulder. 

“Are… you sure you want this,” he asked. A check-in. A final confirmation. You could not recall any other time when you’d been asked something like this. You were filled with gratitude, and it blindsided you. You weren’t sure how to respond, but your defensive instinct to rub ND the wrong way was prominent, and it kicked in quickly.

After all, you were pretty good at it. 

“Who knew you could be so considerate?” you teased.

An audible sigh came from behind you. “What did I say about being a brat?”

“Fine.” With a deep breath, and with everything within you screaming for you to give in to this, you nodded your head. “I want this.” You took another breath, and offered up just a little more. “I… need this.”

“Yes, you do.”

From the right you saw him toggle a switch, and the viewport’s transparisteel tinted before your eyes. The outside light still filtered into the cockpit, however the privacy settling ensured nobody on the outside could see in.

ND’s hands were on you again, the length of his fingers closing around your hips. He gripped them, offering up more pressure than he had on your arm before. His hands don’t stay in place long; soon the fingers were sliding down and around your front, pausing again where you were practically throbbing.

“If I alternate between rubbing and applying pressure on and off right… here–” ND told you, his fingers having somehow found your clit even from over your pants, “–You will be making those same noises for me in a matter of moments.”

You grin to yourself. “Try it, then.”

A thoughtful hum is what he offered in response, and just as it was spoken, ND started to slide a single finger between your legs, adding pressure to right where your clit was, and repeated the motions. You were so worked up that it didn’t take long for you to start letting your moans fall freely, giving in to exactly what he had calculated. Even though it was so much, it still somehow wasn't enough, and you couldn't help but start to rock your hips against him, dragging your ass against the cool metal of his body that was caging you in as his hand remained cradled between your legs. 

“You really did need it. Look at you,” he praised. “Keep going. Take it.”

Never had you ever considered just how lethal ND-5’s voice could be. The rich, modulated sound of it shot straight through you. You felt like an exposed nerve, and every little sound and touch was electrifying. It had been far too long since you’d gotten off with a partner – but this – this was something else entirely. You started to sweat from the exertion, and the entirety of your body being clothed became too much. 

“ND,” you breathed out his name and paused your movements, pathetically tugging on your shirt. “Get this off of me.”

“Not yet,” he countered, much to your chagrin. You sighed in frustration and started to undress yourself, but he gripped you tighter. “You were close, weren’t you? Finish first, then I will comply with your request.”

You were much too worked up to argue, but he was right – you were close. Relinquishing yourself again to ND’s process quickly built you right back up to where you’d been before, and with shaky legs, you practically collapsed with the intensity of it all. It was barely several seconds later when his hands disappeared and his heavy footfalls moved from behind you, and when you picked yourself up off the console and turned your head, you saw ND sat right back in his seat, spun to face out. The trench coat he wore was pushed back behind him, giving you clear access to those metal legs. Realization dawned on you once again, and you were partially ashamed to admit to yourself just how eager you’d become. 

“Over here.”

Still clearing the stars from your eyes, you slowly made your way over to him, awaiting instruction. 

“What would you like me to remove?”

“All of it,” you told him in a voice far too breathy. ND cocked his head at that, but obliged. You kicked off your boots, unclasped your holster, and shrugged off your jacket, but ND handled the rest, carefully peeling off your shirt then your pants and tossed them over to the other chair. You stood there in only your bra and underwear, mentally batting away the sudden shyness that threatened to creep up and out. You knew there was a huge wet patch staining your underwear, and ND visibly took note. 

“Very good,” ND praised. It was simple, but enough, and it brought your confidence back. He patted his lap. “Sit.”

That one word turned you into a picture of obedience. You straddled his leg, your sticky and heated skin pleasantly bitten by the metal.  

“What else did you calculate?” You took off your bra then, and threw it to join the rest of your clothes.

“That you would be able to reach orgasm just like this.”

“Like how?” you asked coyly. 

“Hold on to me here,” ND instructed. He directed your hands to rest on his shoulders, the rough material of the trench coat beneath your palms. “Yes. Good.”

“Then?”

ND said your name in warning. You couldn’t help but chuckle. 

“You think this is funny,” ND commented flatly. He pinched your nipple, and it hurt. You yelped in surprise, and he shook his head – displeased. 

“Now take it, or get off of me. We don’t have all day.”

Your jaw dropped at his words, but your grip on him strengthened. “Fuck, okay.”

“You have the mouth of a pirate,” he added.

Leaned back in the seat, ND rested his hands on your hips and kept them there as you dragged your soaked pussy against the hard metal of his leg. You could hold on to ND as hard as you could and you’d break your own fingers before he’d feel a thing, so you used that to your advantage, riding his leg quick and rough while clinging to his shoulders for purchase. His bulk and solid weight made it so that he barely budged while you moved, but the seat squeaked rapidly, and it echoed throughout the cockpit along with your heavy breaths.

“Touch me, ND.”

It was almost comical how he looked down at where his hands were grabbing your rocking hips, then back up at you, like a huge question mark hung in the air above his head.

“Touch me here,” you clarified, guiding his hand to your chest. “Like what you did before, but not so hard.”

“Understood.”

ND took over then, your breasts held within his large fingers. You looked down, savoring the sight of his metal digits bending at the joints as he groped you. You kept rocking against his leg, your clit catching against the fabric of your underwear. Moans and whimpers fell freely from between your lips, and ND just sat there taking it all in as you continued to inch your way toward another orgasm. 

“You’re close again,” ND noted matter-of-factly. “I can tell. The sounds you make get breathier, and higher in pitch.” 

You were too far gone to make any type of comment back, sarcastic or otherwise, but he was right once again. You felt it in your toes, a tingle that shot all the way up your legs and to your chest where his fingers started to experimentally twist and pull at your nipples. It felt so good that you could cry, and after another few moments of the same repeated motions, you did. Tears of pleasure started to stream down your cheeks, and your pussy started to clench uncontrollably against his leg. Your legs quivered and your chest rapidly flexed with your breaths. Almost as if you’d forgotten who you were with, your head fell forward and you rested your cheek against the unscarred surface of his chest as you caught your breath.

ND spoke your name, and you shot up. 

“Sorry– I–”

“It’s all right,” he offered. “That was intense for you.”

Smug.

You ignored the comment and made it on your feet, but felt a huge wave of embarrassment come over you as you looked down to ND’s leg, where streaks of your release had made it through your underwear and ended up stained on the metal.

“Let me, uh, get that.” 

Despite your weak legs, you quickly redressed and ran over to the kitchen for a rag. Rather than heading right back to the cockpit, you took a moment to stand there in the daunting silence, a million thoughts bouncing around in your head. Did this actually fix anything? Or did this ruin everything? As if you’d been doused in ice-cold water, all of the pleasure you’d experienced and the thrum of adrenaline was gone in seconds, insead replaced with regret and concern. Everything came rushing back to the forefront of your mind, and mixed emotions with it all. ND-5 didn’t want you as part of the crew. He never did. He put up with you living on the Trailblazer and working the jobs with them because he trusted Kay, but that was it. You were a distraction, and now, arguably, you were an even bigger one. 

You didn’t want to take too long. When you finally came back, ND’s head followed your every move, and he continued to stare as you wiped him off. He couldn’t read your mind, but you knew how analytical he was. Calculating. Always assessing. It made you tense. 

Breaking the palpable silence, ND said your name for the fourth time. Not that you were keeping count.

“I don’t hate you.”

Caught by surprise, and suddenly a little irritable now, you backed away from him as if you'd been burned. You would have been angry before. Now, you felt lost. 

“It doesn’t matter.”

You tossed the rag to the side, somewhere you’d be able to remember to grab it to dispose of later.

“You are part of the crew,” he reminded you. “It does matter.”

You didn’t have anything else to say. In fact, you were so overwhelmed with too many emotions and feelings alike, that you just wanted to retreat to the semi-privacy of your bunk and wait it out until Kay came back to naturally break this newly uncovered tension.

“Come back here,” ND called after you. “We need to talk.”

You stopped in your tracks and whipped around to face him. After all these months, now he wants to talk? You were more confused now than anything, and didn’t really have the energy to be angry, but your defensive instinct to start swinging quickly took over.

“About what, ND? You say you don’t hate me, but you sure as hell don’t want me here.”

“It’s not that I don’t want you here. You are a dis–”

“A distraction, yes, you’ve said that. Message received, ND.” You shook your head dismissively, waving your hands in the air. “There isn’t much more to discuss.”

“I’m sorry.”

That was the first time you’d heard ND apologize to you for anything, and some of the stronger feelings diffused. ND’s heavy footfalls came toward you, and he said your name again, only this time, you truly listened.

“I meant it when I said that I resented saving you,” he began. “But you are here for a reason. I trust Kay, and she trusts you. That is enough for me.” 

“I see.” You look down at your boots. Your face felt hot again as you recalled what had started all of this. “And I didn’t intend for you to, uh, hear me.”

“I know that, and you cannot control how distracting you are.”

You shook your head, unable to hide the grin that grew on your lips. You plopped down into the pilot’s seat and looked up at ND. “Well, what now?”

“We work together to do our job,” he supplied, and took his place in his seat once again. A holomap appeared in a brilliant blue light, illuminating the cockpit. A few planets were at the forefront, the ones that ND had picked out. “Let’s get to work.”

You pulled up the same holomap on your end, but kept your eyes on your crewmate. “So, will you make it easier for me now?”

“Only if you stop being a brat.”

You chuckle. “I can’t make any promises.” 

ND audibly sighs, conceding with a head shake. “I didn't expect anything less.”

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Oasis | S.Coups [NSFW] (1)

Choi Seungcheol (S.Coups - Seventeen)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~4.6k

Pairing: S.Coups x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Sci-Fi AU!, Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Hookup/One-Night-Stand/Strangers to Fucking

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Violence (mentions of weapons, but nothing else), Pet Names (Doll, Sweetheart, Princess, Pumpkin, etc.), Daddy Kink (as required by law), Swearing, Kissing, Thigh-Riding, Cockwarming, Couch Sex, Slight Breathplay, Soft Dom! S.Coups, Unprotected Sex (Use a condom!), He's got some ~fancy~ tattoos ;)

Author's Note: Okay this one was…normally I can stay calm writing, but not for a Scoops. He's just so fucking hot…

P.S. I wrote a sequel~

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-> Mingyu's <-

Revised (1/30/25)

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The only problem with being in a small village in the middle of the desert is there are very few places to hide. As you run, you turn a corner around a sandstone building into an alleyway. Luckily, there’s a pile of crates with a small enough hole for you to hide. Crawling into the space, you try to stay as quiet as possible while also catching your breath. You’re worried your panting will be too loud. You clutch your bag close to you, not wanting to lose the contents again. Having found what seems to be an extremely valuable artifact, you have tried desperately to get it back after it had been stolen. You had reported the chunk of crystal to the Assembly, and they said it’s possibly valuable enough to bring to headquarters. But, while you were camping out, about a third of the way through a four-day journey, your camp was ransacked, and your crystal stolen. You followed the thieves that turned out to essentially be a gang, and you took it back. They had found you though and have been chasing you for a good hour. They obviously understand the crystal's value if they’re pursuing you so intently. Peeking around the crates, you see a few of the goons run down the street past the alley, but you aren’t brave enough to get away yet.

"Fuck!" You shriek, a hand grabs your braid at the base, hauling you out of your hiding hole. Your hands grapple at his, trying to get him to let you go, legs scrambling on the ground.

"You stupid bitch-" He grumbles, yanking your hair harder till you fall back against his legs.

"Where's the rock?" He snaps and you just glare up at him, not wanting him to realize if you were to look at your bag. You grunt at the tug on your hair, but immediately stop wiggling when you feel something metal press against your neck.

"If I get this back from you, the boss might just promote me-"

"Kind of hard to get a promotion with an extra hole in your head." A new voice speaks, and you can feel the gangster freeze behind you, the knife pressed to your neck retreating slightly. You assume this new man has pressed his own weapon, a blaster most likely, against the guy's head.

"Drop the knife." This new man's voice is steady, strong, and you feel safe already. You hear the blade clatter on the ground, and the hold on your braid releases, so you scramble away from the gangster. Instead of going forward, you basically crawl around and behind the aggressor, and stop once you’re safely behind your rescuer. Just from behind, you can tell he’s strong, his bare arms show his biceps are nearly as big as your thigh, maybe bigger. Smooth geometric tattoos paint his arms, looking similar to a circuit board. His hair is bright red, slicked back just enough to keep the longer strands out of his face, the ends resting just above his shoulders. He has a belt strapped around his torso over his vest, various things attached to it along with several ammo cartridges. Another strap around one of his thick thighs has the holster for his blaster and his pants are tucked into a pair of knee-high combat boots.

"Now screw off before you can't." The man pulls his blaster away, but literally kicks the guy's ass, sending him onto his face a few feet forward. The gangster scrambles to his feet and flees. Once he’s gone, the man before you turns around finally, and your breath leaves you right after you had caught it back. He’s fucking gorgeous. You wonder if the slit in his eyebrow is from a scar, or just for looks, it’s hard to tell in the dark light.

"Are you okay, doll?" He kneels in front of you, even like that you feel tiny…Tinier than usual. You wonder if he can see your reddened face in the low light.

"Y-yes." You nod, letting him wrap his hands around your arms to help you stand up. Your own hands go to his biceps, trying hard not to squeeze to test the muscle there, and your shaking legs finally get you up. You wish he didn’t have the leather gloves on so you could feel more of his bare skin on yours. After you’re both up, the top of your head only reaches his chin, and he smells good-

"Why were they after you?" he asks, and you have to step back to look at him even with your head tipped up.

"Uh…" You aren’t sure if he’s trustworthy, even if he saved you. Maybe he just wants the crystal for himself…

"It's okay, doll. I'm a Ranger." He pulls the chain around his neck up and out of his shirt, an upside-down triangle-like designed pendant on the end. You recognize it, and the title, so you relax. They’re basically freelance, vigilante, bounty-hunter guys. They help people in need and take out or get criminals without having to worry about legal red tape. It’s an elite group, and their identities are not widely known. Sighing in relief at the news, you open your satchel and pull the crystal out. It isn’t refined and it’s pretty heavy. You hand the rock to him, and he looks it over, holding it easily with one hand while he holsters his blaster. The thin but tight black shirt he has on under his utility vest struggles over his chest as he does so, when he speaks you finally bring your attention away.

"This is a diamond, doll." He smiles and your jaw drops. No wonder it’s so valuable. That makes sense why the Assembly Headquarters wants it, they have the largest bank on the planet.

"Seriously?"

"Yep." He once again holds the gem in one hand, pulling a device out of a pocket of his utility belt. The Ranger clicks the end against the gem and looks at the panel on the side as the device beeped.

"About 13 hundred carats." He smirks, arching one of his thick eyebrows.

"Where'd you find this?"

"I'm a Scavenger, so I look for scrap and crashed ships or satellites. This was in some wreckage out near Dekkos." you tell him, a bit surprised he hands the gem back to you.

"Are you bringing it to the capital?"

"Yes."

"You’ll probably have more of those gangsters plus anyone else who finds out after you, why don't I escort you?"

"You’d do that?"

"Of course, doll. I'm Seungcheol, but my team calls me S.Coups."

"S.Coups?" you question, and he chuckles, a bit embarrassed.

"Uh, the S is for Seungcheol, and then coups like coup-d'état."

"You overthrow someone?"

"Well, kind of. Our first mission was to get a corrupt mayor out of power, so…" He smiles, somehow his extremely handsome face looks cute.

"Are you sure you don't mind escorting me?"

"I told you," he leans forward so he’s more eye level, "of course I don't mind."

"Can I calls you Cheol?" you ask him, his name is kind of long and you aren’t sure about his nick name…

"Of course, doll. What do I call you?" You tell him your name in response and when he says it with a smile, your ovaries explode.

"I know it’s late, but I was planning on getting to the next town over, it's about an hour, is that okay?" he asks you as you follow him to the main street and toward the edge of the village. You wrap the diamond up in a head scarf you have and tuck it back in your satchel. Cheol suggests you grab your stuff from your rover and leave it for the time being, since more goons might know it's yours. He won’t even let you carry your own bag.

"That diamond is enough for you to carry, (Y/N)." When you get to his rover, you halt in shock. Not only is it new, but it’s a really nice model too. Yours is nearly thirty years old and is not exactly top of the line, even new.

"Oh, this belongs to the whole group. I just have it most of the time since I'm the leader."

"You're the leader?" You hadn't known that.

"Well, kind of. I'm co-commander along with Woozi." He opens the passenger door for you, and you climb up onto the wheel and into the rover. The seats are nice, and actually seats versus what looks like a restaurant booth. The inside panels are just flat holo-screens, and it even has heating. Your rover only has air conditioning, so at night it can be kind of cold. You ask him a series of questions as you drive to the next town, and he answers each one humbly. Your eyes keeps flitting to his hands on the steering wheel, then up his arms and trace every line of his tattoos, to his side profile-

"Your eyes might burn me, doll." He tries not to smirk, casting you a knowing side glance. You flounder for an excuse.

"It’s fine, sweetheart." Seungcheol rests back in the seat and you shuffle in your own seat, your face not the only part of you heating up. By the time you reach the next town, all you want to do is get in bed, and maybe get him inside you…

~

"Do you mind sharing a hotel room, I can keep you safer that way." His suggestion is genuine, truly just wanting to protect you. And you’re more than willing.

"That's fine!"

Seungcheol smirks, walking past you into the hotel, one much nicer than the inns or motels you usually stay at. You cringe at your own eagerness, following after him with your head bowed in embarrassment.

"Can we get a suite with two bedrooms?" He pulls his credit chit out; the hotelier taps on her console telling you there’s one available on the fifth floor. You watch her as she works, and she keeps looking up at Seungcheol and all over him. She isn’t blind, you don’t blame her. He takes the room, and you balk at the price.

"Don't worry, doll." He casts you a gentle smile, so you don’t. Judging by his rover, even if he claimed it’s the whole group's, he has money to spare. You follow after him, casting a glance back at the hotelier who is glaring at you. Wanting to stick your tongue out at her like a child, you restrain yourself and wait for the elevator with him. Right as the lift is reaching the ground floor, a group of about seven enters and head toward the elevators as well. Because of this, the lift is full, and you press your small self into the corner, Seungcheol working as a barrier between you and the group of men that have entered as well. You doubt they even know you’re there. They have left the button pressed for the fifth floor, and you both wait for them to get out, then head in the opposite direction. He taps the clear card against the lock, and it dings, opening with a click. He carries both of your bags in, and you look around the suite in awe, never having stayed somewhere so nice.

"I'm going to shower quick." Seungcheol deposits your bag in one of the bedrooms and heads toward the other. There’s a bathroom attached to each room and so you follow suit. Only taking a rinse off since you showered the night before, you find yourself watching some show on the couch. You had changed into shorts and a tank instead of your leather leggings and vest. Your knees are pulled to your chest, feet resting on the cushion, and you’re really trying to focus on the show. It’s so hard though to not think of him in the shower. He’s too freaking hot and there’s only a door in between you and him. Naked-

"Fucking fuck…" You huff at yourself, trying to snap out of your pervy thoughts, but it’s futile. Especially since he’s just come out in nothing but his pants. At least he isn’t just in a towel, but his muscular and toned body is perfectly on display. He has more of the circuit-like tattoos curling up over his shoulders and down his chest and sides of his stomach. You noticed earlier not only are his arms and thighs thick, but he has a butt too. Fuck. He sees you gaping at him, it’s kind of hard not to. It’s like you’ve zoned out…or in rather, on him and he huffs a laugh, a bit embarrassed. However, he feels more smug than anything and his own eyes flick over your mostly bare legs and the low cut of your tank. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t just as attracted to you as you seem to be to him. It’s up to you to make a move though… When you snap out of it and your eyes meets his, he’s smirking and hums with an inquisitive tone.

"Yes?" He teases and you choke on your saliva some, eyes flitting back over his bare chest.

"You curious?"

You nod dumbly.

"Come here, then." Seungcheol smiles and he nearly guffaws at how fast you leap off the couch, but you approach much slower. You stop right before him, hand coming up and hovering over his skin. You flit your gaze up to his face and he nods, taking a sip out of the bottle he’s holding. As soon as your fingertips meet his warm skin, the other hand flies up and you bring them down to rest on his abs.

"Fucking hell." You whisper and he really tries not to laugh, but you can feel his chest rumble a bit. Tracing each curve and angle of the tattoos snaking over him, you notice they seem to let out a slight reddish glow, lagging behind your tracing fingers over the black lines. Your mouth is hanging open as you touch him, likes he’s the best thing you’ve ever had the pleasure of feeling, and he smirks harder. Getting annoy with his smugness, even though it’s warranted and caused by you, you dig your dull nails in a bit and scratch down. Seungcheol sighs, a low groan rumbling out after and your cunt clenches around nothing.

"What-?!" You squeak as he crouches a bit, wrapping one around your upper thighs under your butt, and easily lifts you up against his shoulder. He carries you over to the couch, his bottle still in his hand and you wonder if he could hear your heart pounding. He could probably also feel your wet leaking through your panties and shorts.  You glance down and see that the tattoos are on his back too. The man sits on the couch, adjusting you on his lap so you’re straddling one of his thighs. You nearly whine, having to spread your legs pretty wide to accommodate, and you can feel the hard muscle through his pants. While they aren’t super tight, with how he’s sitting, they stretch over his thigh just right. He smirks again as he takes another drink, your shorts so thin he can feel your pussy clench as you settle.

"Whatcha thinkin' about, doll?" Your fingers are lazily and lightly rubbing over his skin, it tickles a bit. Those tattoos definitely shimmer when you touch them…

"Can I ride your thigh?" Your voice is so soft that despite how close you are, he almost doesn’t hear you.

"You want that, sweetheart?"

"Yes…dy." He barely hears the last part, your face blossoming red when you let the word slip, eyes widening in panic. Seungcheol groans when he hears it, adjusting his footing and bounces his leg under you a bit, forcing it up and against your needy cunt.

"You wanna ride daddy's thigh, pumpkin?"

"Fuck, yes please~" You gasp, but hold back from moving, nodding.

"Go ahead, then." He takes a casual sip from the bottle, glancing over your shoulder at the TV like he’s actually focusing on it. He licks his lips, swallowing a chuckle when you begin to grind down onto his leg, so hard he feels your pulse from your core. Your little mewls grow louder when you lean forward, losing strength in the rest of your body, resting your forehead on his collarbone. Your fingers dig into the waist of his pants on either side of you, getting closer and closer. While Cheol has had a number of sexcapades, he’s never had a girl be this eager to fuck herself on his leg. Most of the time he’s worried about them finding out he doesn’t - by any means- mind getting called daddy. You’re the first one though to jump on it immediately, and with no hint or prompting from him. He’s thanking fate that he’s the one that rescued you.

"I'm-" You gasp, your hips stuttering.

"Close, pumpkin?" He finally puts the bottle down, his arm curling around your waist, helping you keep your rhythm. His face gets close to yours, so much so your lips are barely touching, and he swallows your moan, invading your mouth with his tongue. You fall apart then, whining as he helps you ride out your high, catching every little noise you make with his lips. Your head is swimming, you nearly gasp for air when he leaves the kiss. Your panties are sticking to your even wetter folds, and he can feel that your slick has soaked through his pants too.

"Did a good job, sweetheart."

"Thanks, daddy." It seems you’re a bit shy with the daddy-kink play, but you started it.

"What now, doll?" Your eyes meet his, unsure with what answer he wants.

"What do you want me to do to you now?" He arches a brow, and your mind runs rampant with all the possibilities.

"W-what do you want to do?" You throw the question back and he tilts his head in thought, humming. You can feel that his cock has gotten hard against your knee, your mouth waters when you glance down at the tent pitched, wondering just how big he really is.

"What if…" As he speaks, his hand drifts from your hip, over your ass, and into the back of your shorts. You moan when his fingers hits your soaking cunt, lightly circling the pad over your entrance.

"…you sit on my cock, and we watch a movie?" His suggestion takes you a second to piece together. Cockwarming? Fuck, yes PLEASE.

"O-okay." You nod and his hand withdraws. He easily moves you to turn around and assists with getting your shorts and panties off. Cheol adjusts his position, and you rest against his chest, reaching down to release his cock from his pants. Your eyes widen, breath hitching when your hand meets the flesh, finally getting him out to see what you have to work with. You’re going to get split in half, and you couldn’t be more excited.

"Daddy~" You whine, head falling back onto his shoulder, your nose brushing over the side of his throat.

"Can you take it, pumpkin?" He strokes the soft skin under your belly button, the sensation makes you shiver, already sensitive.

"Yes."

"Yes…?"

"Yes, daddy."

"Good girl." You sit up a bit more, propping your hips up as he guides the tip of his fat cock to your glistening folds. A bit concerned when you let out a small choking noise, it soon faded into a moan, which rose into a whines as he sinks deeper and deeper. You think he’ll be in your throat by the time he’s all the way in. Your tight core flutters around his cock, the delicious burn of the stretch bringing you dangerously close to another orgasm already. When he’s about another inch to goes, you lose your strength. You slump back into him, gravity pulling you the rest of the way down so his cock buries in completely. Your cunt twitches along with the rest of you, trying to adjust to the stretch and the intense pleasure it causes. If you’re already so sensitive, he wonders how bad you’ll get after sitting on his cock for a good hour.

"Hm, so good, sweetheart. Taking daddy's cock like a pro." His groan rumbles through him and over you, his strong arms wrapping over you to hold you up and to him. After about five minutes, your brain starts to function a bit more, and you try to gets more comfortable on his lap as he starts something you really care not for. It isn’t what the movie is, but you can only think of him splitting you open, and his bare chest pressed to your back. Your legs are spread wide over his lap, knees over his so he can easily hold them open for you. Every few minutes, your entire body twitches from the pleasure, your breath shuddering, trying not to move. You really are a princess, more likes a queen, taking his huge cock so good and sitting still so obediently. He has to push away the thought of immediately taking you as his wife, but man does he wants to. Have you whenever he wants…

"D-daddy…!" You gasp, cunt clenching hard suddenly and he huffs as you cum, not having moved for the last half hour. He wonders how that’s possible, and so do you. Seungcheol has to be a drug, because you’re already addicted. You need him so bad-

"Fuck, hold on…" He grunts, shutting the TV off and wrapping his arms around you tighter, hand on your opposite hip and the other across your chest so his hand can rest under your jaw. He splays his legs better, sliding down the couch a bit to get better leverage, and your nails quickly dig into the back of the couch to prepare. He gives a shallow, but hard thrust and you squeal, releasing babbles as he fucks up into you. Each thrust shatters pleasure through your body, his skin getting hotter against yours. Moreso than is natural, and you realize you can feel the pattern of the marks covering his torso with the heat. They must have been some kind of cybernetics…

"Want more, princess?" He rumbles and you whine an affirmation, his thrusts still hard but too shallow. You don’t want to be able to walk the next three days… The hand he has on your hip shifts, so he splays his fingers over your lower stomach, index and middle fingers resting in a V right around where he’s got his cock inside of you. His other hand on your jaw moves down to your collarbone, lying over the top of your chest, his pinky slightly under the hem of your tank. The heat of his tattoos increases, and suddenly it’s like every one of your nerves is set on fire. He freezes his pace, grunting as your cunt clenches harder as you cum again already, soaking down his balls and over his pants. He chuckles as your core pulses over and over, seeming to never end. You nearly black out, gasping for breath and wondering what the hell that was.

"W-what-?"

"I can use these to affect the nerves of people. I use it to knock out targets, or to ease the pain of someone I’m helping. Can make you real sensitive…" He hums by your ear, his teeth nibbling on the ridge.

"Where do you want daddy to fuck you next, doll?" You nearly don’t register his question, still trying to find your place in reality.

"Bed…" You know it’s cliché, but…

"Of course, sweetheart." He sits all the way up, the position change shifting him inside you and you gasp, whining in disappointment as he pulls you off his cock. Just as easily as he lifted you before, he carries you to his room, grabbing the end of the duvet and easily pulling the whole thing off, letting it float to the floor. Resting you down likes you’re as delicate as a flower, you sigh at the cool fabric hitting your back. Seungcheol kisses the corner of your mouth, and you try to follow his lips, but they leave yours, moving down your jaw and to your neck. Letting him move you, he brings on of your thighs to his hip, slinging your other knee over his elbow. Your cunt eagerly sucks his cock back inside and you whimper as he slowly bottoms out. Giving you just a second to adjust, he leans down and kisses you again. You mewl, your knee resting over his shoulder more than his elbow, the other leg wrapping over his hip as tight as you can manage. A trail of saliva connects your lips when he finally pulls his tongue out of your mouth.

"Ready, pumpkin?"

"Yes, daddy!" You squeak in delight as he starts to move, immediately barreling his fat cock into you, the head battering your cervix. His pace is so intense, your wet drips over his groin and down your butt to land on the sheets. It must have been an extremely secure bed frame, because it only shifts a bit despite his powerful thrusts. You can’t even make little noises, your mouth hangs open in a silent moan, drool spilling out of the corner of your mouth. You’re so fucked out and he wants to keep you like that from then on. Always drunk on him…

"So fucking good…" He chuckles, hand gripping your leg at his hip, easily slinging your other leg over his shoulder, folding you in half. You see stars, the first thrusts at the new angle fuck another climax out of you, your cunt squirting and creaming his cock even more and he grunts at the tightness. His tattoos start to heat up again, you can feel the change on the back of your thighs where he presses down into you. Not sure what sensation he’s going to surge you into, you can’t get ready. The same intense arousal sensitivity starts to rise again, but something else hits you. A slight tightening at your neck, but his hands are nowhere near… It’s very slight and it doesn’t restrict your breathing at all, just giving you a dull squeeze in the best way. Your gasps are from the intensity of your pleasure rather than the press of your throat. Then, your senses shifts, your vision blurs and it seems like you can only hear the woosh of your pulse and his grunts. You feel his skin on yours get hotter than before, his cock seems hotter too, and the scent of sex intensifies. When his mouth goes back to yours, it’s like you can taste his tongue, taste him even more and his groan vibrates your tongue wrapped around his. Without warning, the heat spikes, and your eyes roll back in your head. His hot cum pumps into you, your own final orgasm hitting you, rolling over and over, dulling before reigniting into another full climax. The heat of his cum spilling out from where he’s inside you seems to sear over your skin and when he’s stops, your senses return to normal and it’s like someone throws cold water on you. Your hearing returns to normal, and you can hear the noise of the street again. You finally registers that he’s pulled away from the kiss, hovering over you with a smile. Not a smirk. You can barely get anything out but a whine.

"Did daddy fuck you good, doll?" You nod lazily and he laughs, kissing you again.

-> Part 2 <-

Master-List

Taglist: @gaslysainz

[revelboo]

Merry Christmas!Can we get something for Blaster?

Why not. I do like his Batman antenna. Just a note- I imagine the holomatter avatars look perfectly human. So perfect that they unconsciously freak real humans out. You look at them and your brain says, yep, that’s a human, while your subconscious is all animal instinct screaming that it’s not

Shoot Me In The Smile

Blaster x Reader

• Servos drumming on his console in the uncomfortable aftermath of Megstron’s broadcast, Blaster leans back and glances at Optimus. Listening to Ironhide’s belligerent disbelief that any Cybertronian would frag a human, his optics keep catching on the look their leader’s face. Knows that there’s more than a a few humans in the Ark. He’s seen them being carried about by their caretakers like exotic pets. But now he’s wondering about it. About Jazz sneaking out constantly and returning scenting like human. Of Optimus and Prowl both scenting much more strongly of the little organics than the other caretakers. And the almost pained look on Optimus’s face as Ironhide rants. They all have their secrets, he guesses. And he’s going to be late if he doesn’t go now.

• Putting your car in park, you press your forehead against the steering wheel. Count to ten to get yourself together, shut off the engine, and get out with a smile firmly in place. Pulling the awkward case out of the passenger side, you sling the strap over your shoulder and head inside. Spotting the rest of the band setting up, you throw up a hand in greeting and hear your drummer whoop at you. Making your way backstage, you start changing your clothes. Shedding yourself in favor of leather and glitter. Lining your eyes and painting your face until a stranger stares back at you. Someone who’s not timid, not terrified of crowds and overwhelmed by the noise and heat of the spotlights. The version of you that people actually like and you despise. “You should wear the wig tonight. They love it.” Turning, you smile weakly at your lead bassist, but oblige him. And it really is a stranger staring back now. All of you erased and gone.

• “Again?” Pausing at the door of his habsuite, he glances at Eject as the cassette frowns up at him in obvious disapproval. Because he has no idea how to explain the obsession. He’d found you on a local station, surfing the airwaves out of boredom. And realizing you were a local, that the bar you played out of was so close? He hadn’t been able to resist. Using his holomatter avatar to slip inside just to hear you play. Something about the dissonance in your music had called to him, wedging in his spark and his processor. Music almost frantic, pure rock and roll, but your vocals, ranging from sweet to haunting, are what had snagged him. “I won’t be out late,” he says as Eject vents and exchanges a look with Rewind, worrying about him.

• Lingering just off stage as your heart races, you study the see of faces milling about. And realize you’re looking for your guy. The one whose expression never changes, who just stares at you the whole time you sing making an uncomfortable amount of eye contact. You almost swear he doesn’t blink. That intense focus of his is unnerving. Fascinating and a little frightening. You can’t tell if he has a crush on you or if he’s deciding where to hide your body. As the lights dim, you blow out a shaky breath and move onto the stage with your band mates. Hand lifting to wave as you smile even though you’re shaking and can’t hardly breathe. This should get easier, right? Except it never does.

• Hiding in the woods outside the bar, he transforms into his alt mode so if he’s discovered while his attention is divided, all a human will see is a boombox, feeling the pull as he mass shifts down past what would be possible for a normal Cybertronian. Draining his reserves every time. Shivering slightly, he focuses on the avatar and it glitches into existence. There’s an errant thought as he walks to the bar. What do you think of his avatar? Do you like it? Generating an ID to show the human at the door, he makes his way inside, focusing to stay solid as he works his way to the front of the crowd. It wouldn’t do for someone to accidentally pass an arm through him and start screaming. And then there you are, guitar in hand, eyes closed as the lights dim and the spotlights bathe the stage in ruddy light. Hands shifting on the strings, your eyes open and unerringly find him as the music swells and you sing just for him. The crowd gone until it’s only you two.

Next

They’re not patient at all

[derangedanomaly]

How would the boys react to reader being a skellie bunny?

Kinda like this.

But female and all

Decided to do the star sanses too, since you didn't specify which characters you want.

MASTERLIST

WARNING: Suggestive

BAD SANSES AND STAR SANSES X SKELETON BUNNY READER

NIGHTMARE:

He'd probably feel really conflicted, and confused lmao.

He's so into you, but wouldn't want you to know. He's not exactly the loving type...

Finds your whole persona weird... he's never seen a skeleton bunny before, and it looks... strange?

He'd just watch in complete silence as your ears just hop on your head along with your steps. He wonders how you'd feel if he pulled them... (Take it suggestively or not 🤷‍♀️)

He feeds you carrots. And if he could, he would keep you in a cage. Caged like an animal on loose.

He'll actually start to think you look cute, after getting used to your look.

He'll still be a little shit though. No one can change him. 🤷‍♀️ (But you COULD make him worse...lmao.)

KILLER:

Would find you pretty cute to be honest.

He wants to squeeze the ever living shit out of you.

His head will be filled with.... obscene thoughts, whenever you walk in the room..

He's also never seen a skeleton bunny, so he'd just ask a ton of questions.

Like, do you have powers similar to him? Do you have a similar appetite to Horror? Ooh, can you summon a gaster blaster??

So many questions.

Usually, he's not one for caring this much when it comes to new species of monsters, but he just finds you so interesting actually.

He'll 100% want to touch your ears. And you'll have to let him. There's just no other way.

DUST:

Normally, Dust would be pretty surprised, and immediately start writing your species down with excitement, but....he already knows the type of monster you are.

Shocking.

He doesn't seem fazed at all when seeing you. In fact, he already knows almost everything about your species.

He tries to connect with you through this fact. (But not gonna lie, it's a little creepy that he knows so much without you telling him....)

He tries to be respectful at all times...but you make it too hard sometimes.

He's also not spared from inpure thoughts about you.

He probably really likes the way your ears bounce with every step..

HORROR:

He's just munching on his food while silently watching the bunny tail twitch ever so slightly..

He doesn't EVER want to appear to you like he's some uncontrollable horn dog that can't keep his hands to himself. (That's Killer's job)

He probably has the best self control over ALL of them. (Yes...even Dream and Swap)

He just has a problem of drooling sometimes too much..

But Horror will actually find you pretty cool. You're a bunny AND a skeleton!! He's never seen that before.

He 100% carries you on his shoulders. He loves it!

You're so soft and fluffy, and he wants to pet you SO bad, but he'll be too scared to hurt you, to actually touch you.

Yeah, you'd have to reassure him.

DREAM:

Much like his brother, he'll also treat you like an ACTUAL bunny. (But it's more innocent)

He just doesn't know much about your species. So he'll be probably pretty confused.

Also isn't spared from inpure thoughts.

Keeps scolding himself whenever he has a...not so PG thoughts about you. He's supposed to be the guardian of positivity dammit!

Tries to actually distract himself to stop thinking like that. Even goes that far to actually try to avoid you. Surely if he doesn't see you, he won't think about you! (He's oh so wrong)

Give a small hello to him as you pass, after not seeing him the whole day, and he'll already be on his knees before you.

On the other hand, he'll find your whole species interesting.

Will also ask a ton of questions. (After he gets a lil bit over his simp phase)

INK:

FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT FLIRT

He'd be soooo flirty. He doesn't want to lose his shot.

He snickers whenever your ears bounce on top of your head, or if your tail twitches. Finds it incredibly cute.

Ironically, Ink's flirting is probably worse than Killer's. He stares at you a lot.

He'll want to touch your ears SO BAD.

It's gonna get to the point where he'll get obsessed with touching your ears.

You'll probably find many drawings scattered around. Of you. Yes, that's right. He'll draw you all the time.

Sometimes, he will jokingly feed you carrots. He'll have a blast making fun of you. (Please, I beg you, PUT HIM IN HIS PLACE)

SWAP:

Admires Horror for not giving in to his thoughts. Swap is that ONE person that is secretly a little horny.

Also likes your fluffiness. Seriously wants to cuddle up to you.

Will also carry you around.

Lmao, Error will be so dumbfounded when Swap visits him with you on his shoulders.

Occasionally asks you questions about your species.

He doesn't want to insult you somehow, so he'll probably NOT give you carrots, unless you ask for it.

He giggles whenever your tail twitches. (Don't ask him why he's staring at your ass)

He's gonna scold himself so hard for actually objectifying you like this. The guilt will probably make him actually admit to looking at you like this. (The only that was brave enough to admit to to you)

A/N: How the hell did this turn into a SIMP post? 💀 I apologize if this is not what you wanted, my mind just drifted off to other places while writing this.