#sparkling! reader

[bones4thecats]

Hi, happy new years! I was wondering if you could do a platonic TFA story. I am making a book based on my request and I would like to see how you would write it.

The reader is a baby Predacon that was in an egg, and the egg hatches, and the first thing it sees is Optimus and thinks he is their mama, and just follows him everywhere and overprotective of him.

Optimus is stressing a bit because now nit only does he have to lead his group, take care of Sari, but now he has to be a parent to a baby of an extinct race of Cybertronian, and he doesn't think he's doing good and they deserves someone better to raise them. Then one day, the baby is missing, and he's just stressing out and going berserk. It wasn't after the baby Predacon was found that he relaxes and confused when he acted like that when Ratchet tells him that it was because of parental protocols that Cybertronians get when they get attached to something that they see as their own, meaning that he is perfect for them.

Bonus scene about the baby being overprotective:

Baby sees a big blue robot with a big chin being mean to mama? Say goodbye to your ankles! *Chomps*

Get a tingling feeling that something or someone is disturbing mama's happiness? Suddenly is by mama's side and sees its the big, blue chinned bot. *CHOMPS!!* The ankle bitter is back at it again. Nobody messes with mama and gets away with it.

Sentinel demabds Optimus to punish the baby bot (Optimus secretly gives them treats instead)

┗ Mama; TFA! Optimus × Sp.! Reader ┛

Characters: Optimus Prime (Transformers Animated) A/N: This took longer than I anticipated. But, I did enjoy writing it. You had an amazing request, and I hope you like how I interpreted it, @random-fandom1984! ⇘ Summary: After finding a pod with a Predacon sparkling inside, the Autobots take them in. But, this sparkling attaches themselves to a specific member of the team: its leader.

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⚔️ When a pod crashed one day just outside of Detroit, the Autobots set off to find out what it was. Optimus was the one who opened it, declaring it his duty as leader to protect his team.

⚔️ The others watched, weapons ready as he opened the pod. But, instead of there being anything truly dangerous, a tiny, sparkling-size Cybertronian jumped out of a broken mechanical-shell, gripped onto Optimus' arm, and refused to let go.

⚔️ Ratchet stared, wide-eyes as he tried to go through his medical training on what this Cybertronian's sub-species was. They certainly weren't an Autobot, and not a Decepticon, since they were too small, and too... animalistic.

"By the Primes..." he said, realization washing over him. "That's a young sparkling of a Predacon!"

"A Predacon? Didn't they go extinct millions on years ago?" Prowl asked.

"Did they somehow come back from the dead like a zombie or something?" Bumblebee added.

"Impossible. The only thing that could do that would've put them in a far more decomposed and demented state."

"They look like a baby possum holding onto its mama!" Sari said, smiling as she saw the baby Predacon hold onto Optimus and begin to purr lowly.

⚔️ Well, they have an issue now.

"If it wasn't brought back from the dead, how are they alive?" Optimus questioned Ratchet.

⚔️ Ratchet looked at the pod and walked up to it, dragging his servo along the outside of it, trying to rub something off to read the description of what was supposed to be contained, or maybe find out what it was built for.

⚔️ As he looked around, Bulkhead looked at the sparkling and smiled, waving one of his large servos at the youngling. Unfortunately for him, they took it as a threat and tried lunging at him.

"Holy Primus!" Bumblebee yelled as he and Bulkhead strayed from the baby. Thank goodness Optimus caught it in time.

"Talk about primal urges."

"I think I found what the Predacon came from." Ratchet said, making everyone look at him in confusion.

⚔️ He pointed to a projection of a large Predacon with a crown on his helm, one that appeared to transform into the Earth myth of a dragon, and listened as he spoke.

"To whomev'r finds this pod enwheeling the sparkling, hark carefully. This is the offspring of I, Predaking, Leadeth'r of the Predacons of Cyb'rtron, and mine own sparkmate, Luminate."

⚔️ A feminine-looking Predacon then came into view, a crown on her helm as well as he began to tearfully speak into the camera.

"In Predacon's CNA th're is one code f'r younglings: whomev'r those gents attacheth to first is th're rais'r, their parent. If 't be true those gents doth this to someone, prithee, raiseth those folk well and keepeth those folk safe. Not just f'r mine own sparkmate and I, but f'r the fate of all Predacons past, presenteth, and hopefully future."

⚔️ Yells erupted from the video and everyone began to become wide-eyed from what they were seeing: a war. Predacons falling from behind as Predaking yelled for his sparkmate to run and get the pod ready for evacuation. But, before this happened, he looked into the camera and smiled gently, before saying;

"Valorous luck in the future, mine own dearest offspring. Moth'r and fath'r loveth thee."

⚔️ The video then cuts as the pod's recorder then put up the words: RECORDING FINISHED. WOULD YOU LIKE TO WATCH AGAIN: YES. NO. in Cybertronian.

⚔️ Optimus looked down at the Predacon sparkling, who was still gripped onto his arm, and he smiled, lightly petting its head as it purred louder and rubbed against his servo.

"Well, looks like we have a new addition to the team."

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⚔️ Optimus opened his eyes, groaning as he felt his frame tweak and creak with his movements. That fight with the Decepticons yesterday really screwed him up. Maybe he'll just go for a little drive with the Predacon-

⚔️ Where is the Predacon? OH PRIMUS, WHERE IS THE PREDACON?!

"Ratchet!" Optimus yelled he sprung out of his room and towards the living room where the team was relaxing and healing.

"What's going on, Prime?" He replied.

"I can't find the Predacon!"

"WHAT?!"

-- A few hours later...

⚔️ Four hours. It took four hours to locate the Predacon. They were looking at the animals moving around the forest with sparkling optics, only to see Optimus and sprint to him, latching onto his leg like how they did with his arm just a few days prior when they were found.

"Y'know, you kinda acted like a Mother-Bird to them." Sari said as they drove back to the base.

"A 'Mother-Bird'? What do you mean?"

"Well, when you found out the Predacon was gone, you freaked out. Y'know? Now, you're calmer then Prowl when he's meditating."

"Then what does a mothering bird have to do with my moods?"

⚔️ Sari groaned and looked out the window, just telling Optimus to speak to Ratchet about it when they got back. He just agreed and kept driving, finally coming to a stop once inside the factory-made-base.

"Ratchet? May I speak to you?"

"Go ahead."

"Sari compared me to a mothering bird on the way back. She said when I went from being panicked to 'calmer than Prowl when he's meditating', it reminded her of it."

"That's because you were acting like a parent who lost their child. In other words: you love that thing just as much as it loves you. Don't worry about your skills at raising them, it's obvious you're just the Bot to take the reigns." He assured, patting the younger Cyberronian's shoulder before walking to his room to recharge.

⚔️ Optimus looked at his servos and silenced the rushing thoughts in his head. Ever since day once, the Predacon had been right by his side. And as he wondered if he was doing good enough for them, they just doubled their love for him by the thousands. Maybe... he was doing enough for them?

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⚔️ Another treat was tossed in your direction, a smile plastered on your face as you jumped around happily, grabbing all of the treats with a vigor matching a human child.

⚔️ Earlier that day, the Elite Guard had come down to see the Predacon sparkling and examine it for anything dangerous. Though, Sentinel, in true Sentinel-Fashion, began insulting Optimus the moment they touched down and gained contact.

⚔️ You growled from the Autobots' leader's shoulder as you listened to Sentinel speak. You may not speak like they do yet, but you understood them well enough.

⚔️ When Sentinel, Jazz, and Ultra Magnus made it to the base and began to speak about your conditions upon discovery and everything from then, you sat with Sari, watching her play around with one of her machines. Your spiky, colorful tail wagging as you watched happily.

"Well, it needs to come back with us to Cybertron for further testing, right, Ultra Magnus?" Sentinel spoke.

"They're not an 'it', Sentinel. They're a living, sentient being. Not some data-pad."

⚔️ Sentinel rolled his Optimus as he scoffed.

"Yeah, right. Look at it, Optimus. You think that thing can produce a single cognitive thought? You've gotta be kidding."

"They do produce cognitive thoughts, they're extremely intelligent."

"Oh please. It's being raised by you of all Cybertronians."

⚔️ At those insults, you stood, spread your wings, and lunged at Sentinel. In the time, you managed to scratch one of his optics and bite his ankle hard enough to draw energon.

⚔️ He screamed and jumped up, swinging you around as you held onto him. His big chin annoyed you at first, but his insults just solidified his place on your 'Bitch List'.

"Get it off me! Get it off me!" He screamed.

⚔️ Jazz watched with wide optics, trying to calm Sentinel down. Meanwhile, Ultra Magnus sighed and motioned for Optimus to handle the sparkling.

"Y/N. Hey, come here, sweetspark. I'm right here." He called, holding his arms out in the signal for an embrace, which you could never turn down.

⚔️ You ran into his arms and hugged him, wings tucking in as your upper legs held onto his shoulders and your lower were held by his other servo.

"It seems the Predacon has become attatched to you, Optimus Prime." Ultra Magnus spoke.

"Yes, they have, Sir."

"Then, I see no need to take them from you. It's obvious you have control of the situation."

"Thank you, Sir." A large smile formed on Optimus' face as he felt you nuzzle into his chest.

"And, you named them, I heard? Y/N?"

⚔️ Your head perked up as your tail slightly wagged. Ultra Magnus looked a little bit like Optimus, and you really liked Optimus.

"Lovely name choice for them." He said, a slight smile on his face as he stroked your helm once before ordering for the Elite Guard duo to get the ship ready to depart back to Cybertron.

"But, Ultra Magnus, Sir! The Predacon-"

"Will be handled by the ones who discovered them. Now, get ready to leave."

"Yes, Sir..."

⚔️ Nobody messes with Mama Optimus and gets away happily. Nobody.

[lazypanartist]

Intrigued by the concept of sparklings & how they may function onboard the Nemesis..

Knockout x Breakdown x Sparkling! Reader

Like BABY baby bot

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The only other KOBD+Sparkling fic I've seen had Sire BD and Carrier KO

And ofc that's incredible

But like…

Sire! Knockout that watches as you explore your world, almost tripping over your tiny pedes in your excitement

Carrier! Breakdown that watches you closely, stopping you from running underfoot in busy areas

Sire! Knockout that starts teaching you his trade at a young age. "This is how you remove the chest plating to restore the most important energon lines a mech has."

No one on the crew wants to be at his mercy when he's teaching you.. they're afraid he may cut something vital in his effort to make a point

Carrier! Breakdown that literally carries you, even after your birth. He has a sparkling sling, as well as the option to store you in his subspace, and exercises both options accordingly

Vehicons get used to seeing you running around during meetings, then laughing as your carrier scoops you into his massive servos to calm your little steps

Parents Knockout and Breakdown who know what each of your little babbles mean, who both carry energon treats in their subspaces to soothe you when needed

Sire! Knockout, who only wants to see you grow up and stay by his side

Carrier! Breakdown, who only wants to see you grow up safely

[bonsiii-art]

A late Christmas art batch: Anon under the mistletoe! I'm not gonna lie to y'all, I was highly debating whether to post these at all since I kept flip flopping on ideas while trying to rush getting this done before the year ends. :.) So, I hope these ended up looking okay! Happy Holidays!! (╯▽╰ )

[hunnieknight]

Could we have more mouse reader? They are absolutely adorbs <3

The mouse reader is actually a reply for a post from @//jymwahuwu, Please keep in mind their blog is 18+! So I won't tag the post here.

I posted it on my nsfw blog, but I can share the art here because it is sfw!

Plus some other rat/mouse reader sketch.

No lore, just drawing

[flokali]

Boothill and a corrupt USB with a “love virus”… and you’re the poor, unfortunate engineer forced to deal with him in this state, except his little metal heart has gotten too attached to you and the feeling of overbearing longing that you make him feel… on the bright side, your wanted posters look lovely together ♥︎

[transformers-spike]

Do you have any headcanons for what the TFA autobots and decepticon's sparklings look like?

rn I have stuff for Decepticon sparklings

They give big uncanny valley vibes by Cybertronian standards. Instead of looking like tiny protoforms, they're tiny versions of their sires with underdeveloped armor, faded colors and a disturbingly fleshy texture

They're blind for the first week or so, utterly defenseless and very confused. They make tiny squeaks at this age, and they're still experimenting with their EM fields, which means bothering every bot around them at 3AM for no reason other than demanding attention

It's hard for me to fully make them ugly-cute (except maybe Lugnut's because what the fuck is that thing (affectionate)) - but they look... so much worse fresh out of the oven

Even if humans find them adorable (it's the oxytocin we feel whenever we see something with baby proportions/features) - bots find the sparklings pretty ugly (imagine your partner giving birth to a bunch of mole-rat-looking-things)

[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

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Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[captainzigo]

i was inspired to make this by @dapper-lil-catgirl who makes a bunch of these, and by @thistlehorse who originated the mindreader fluttershy AU

[wildrbst]

Orv doodle comic time

[aventurineswife]

To add a little bit more to SAHSR with artist! Reader, imagine they draw a self portrait and it gets displayed in the museum...

How chaotic would it be when everyone sees it?

- 🤡 anon

Oh. Oh no. (Cue of Oh No! playing by MARINA)

For as long as the Museum of Divinity (yes, they named it that.) has existed, it has only ever displayed them. Their triumphs, their tragedies, their fleeting smiles and lingering sorrows. But then—one day, without warning—a new painting appears.

And it’s not of them.

It’s you.

When the museum doors creak open that day, the first person inside freezes.

At first, they think it's a mistake. That maybe the Celestial Painter has simply left behind an unfinished work.

But then they look closer. And they realize.

This is not just another painting. This is you.

Their beloved, unseen Creator.

For the first time ever—you have revealed yourself.

Welt and Himeko's Reaction:

Stares. For a long time.

Then immediately tries to analyze every single detail.

"This is monumental. Their first self-portrait… What does it mean? Why now?" "Is this how they truly look? Or merely a representation?" "What if it’s symbolic? What if they’re trying to tell us something?!"

March 7th: "Guys, it’s literally just a painting."

Them: "It’s NEVER just a painting when it’s from them.”

Blade and Dan Heng's Reaction:

Blade stops breathing for a full five minutes.

Stares at the painting like it's the only thing that exists in the universe.

Dan Heng is equally frozen, but his hands tremble ever so slightly.

This is you. The one who knows their past, their pain. The one who has shaped them without ever being seen.

They have waited so long to know you.

And now they finally can.

Aventurine and Sunday's Reaction:

Aventurine takes one look and whistles. "Well, well, well. About time we got to see our dear artist."

Sunday? Oh, he’s on another level.

"FINALLY! The Celestial Painter unveils their true form! Oh, this is a BLESSING upon the universe!"

Dramatically poses in front of the portrait, as if basking in its presence.

"Ah, the divine hand that has graced us for so long… And what an EXQUISITE form it takes!"

(You regret drawing this already.)

Kafka and Black Swan's Reaction:

Kafka smirks. "So… this is what you see in the mirror, hm?"

Immediately starts analyzing your expression, posture, even the brushstrokes.

"Are you happy in this painting? Are you lonely? What were you thinking when you painted this?"

Black Swan gently traces the painting’s edge.

"To leave behind an image of oneself is to wish to be known… Do you wish for us to see you?"

(You just thought it’d be fun to paint yourself. Now you’re having an existential crisis.)

Luocha and Jing Yuan's Reaction:

Luocha bows slightly before the painting. "At last, the artist steps into their own masterpiece."

Jing Yuan chuckles, arms crossed. "And what a fascinating subject they make."

The two of them exchange theories about why you would suddenly paint yourself.

"Perhaps they grow tired of being unseen?"

"Or perhaps they simply wished to remind us that they are still watching."

March 7th and Sparkle's Reaction:

March gasps so loudly that it echoes through the entire museum.

"GUYS. GUYS, LOOK. LOOK IT’S THEM. IT’S ACTUALLY THEM!!!"

Immediately tries to take a photo of the painting. (Fails. It’s impossible to capture with any device.)

Sparkle is just as dramatic. "Finally, a face to the omnipotent hand that crafts our fates!"

Insists that a festival must be held in your honor immediately.

No one leaves the museum for HOURS.

People start guarding the portrait like it’s a sacred relic.

Characters now visit DAILY, just to look at you.

(Some even talk to the painting when no one’s around.)

The Stellaron Hunters consider stealing it.

Argenti wants to write poetry about it.

Sunday requests a massive, golden frame.

Blade and Dan Heng? Yeah. They don’t let anyone touch it.

And worst of all?

You can never take it down. Because if it ever disappears…?

Oh. Oh, they would lose their minds.

[zoeyhorse]

After a while, Fluttershy's new mind reading abilities starts to become too much for her to handle

Fluttershy found everything easier with RainbowDash around

[r0ttingj3lly]

Just Daddy Meg and his little man Havoc

Havoc is my oc Ribcage’s and Megatron’s baby boy and he's my little pride and joy. He's an ankle biter so be warned

[mochiqa]

𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒

featuring. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, (true form) sukuna x reader. warnings. (playful) hitting and biting, suggestive so 16+. word count. 3.8k a/n. was originally gonna write this with haikyu!! boys but that's still on the table, i'll take any chance i get to write about toji and true form suks <3

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𝗚𝗢𝗝𝗢

The interesting thing about Satoru Gojo was that he could transition from adorably infatuated and clingy to insistent and terrifyingly demanding—not that he ever intended for it to come off as him being domineering or degrading. His history of experiences has led him to adopt the characteristics of many who had hurt him or those who cared about.

This distinction between his two personas is important because you didn’t know whether to snicker to yourself or anticipate a round of questioning as to whether you still love him, following your execution of this prank, that is.

He pads downstairs having just finished his shower, steam following him out the bathroom and into the main hallway. You can hear him humming a small tune as he approaches, his eyes trained on the way you browse through the living room bookshelf.

“Hey, sweets,” he coos, wrapping his damp arms around your waist. His nose nuzzles your neck and his lips shy just inches away from being on your neck. “Hey,” you respond warmly, reaching a hand back to caress his cheek. He smiles at the contact and cranes his neck, his long fingers finding your chin to turn your head towards him, before he lowers his head and goes to kiss you.

You almost yelp as you snap your head in the other direction, your lips pressed together to contain your laughter at the stiffening of his body. Gojo hesitates, assuming (or hoping) that your avoidance is because you had to contain a sneeze and didn’t wish to contaminate him. So, he leans in again and kisses your cheek, to which you whine and push him away gently. At that, his brow furrows deeply and he frowns.

“Are you mad at me?” He finally asks, his gaze searching yours once he walks over to the direction you are facing. “Is it because I’ve been getting home later this week?” He prompts, his right hand rubbing up and down your arm, his eyes sparkling with a need to understand you.

When you shake your head, his brow knits so tight you’re afraid he’ll develop permanent wrinkles on his forehead. “Just not feeling it, ‘toru,” you mumble, smiling sheepishly. He tilts his head slightly to the side and feels an ache form in his chest—both because of your despondent mood and from the lack of affection he’s receiving.

He brings your hands up to his lips and kisses them sweetly, lingering on your warm skin for a moment. Then, he pulls you into his embrace and begins to rock you slowly. “I’m sorry about that, sweetheart. Anything I can do to help?”

You rest your forehead on his naked chest and smile, the curve of your lips bordering on an outright grin at his gentleness. Gosh, you love it when he’s like this. Not that he isn’t always so gentle with you, but you love hearing the worry in his voice and the seeing the loving shine in his eyes. You draw back a bit from his embrace to reach up on your tip-toes and peck his lips, causing him to blink rapidly in surprise.

"Please don’t play with me like this. If you're in a bad mood, I’ll soon follow and you know that,” he groans, caressing your cheek tenderly. There’s a small pout on his lips, but he looks more handsome than he does cute, the sharp angles of his face a contrast to the tender hold he had on your heart.

You laugh and peck his lips again, though this time he chases your lips, trying to prolong the contact. “It’s a prank, ‘toru. I will literally bawl if you do not kiss me right now,” you grin, wrapping your arms around his neck just as his face lights up at your reassurance. You startle when he hauls you up and hooks your legs on his hips, one arm supporting under your ass and the other wrapped around your waist as he peppers your face with kisses.

“I’m going to freeze my card if you ever pull something like that again,” he huffs, before throwing you on the couch and crawling over you, his towel falling from around his hips and to the ground, rendered useless for what he was prepared to do to you.

𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

His usual returning-home routine starts with him walking through the front door, exhausted as is typical of him considering the nature of his work. It’s followed by him seeking you out, kissing you, showering, and launching into your arms for some much-needed relaxation.

“Hey, baby,” he greets, his smile tired but warm, reserved for his sweet girl. “Missed you today.” He inhales deeply when you embrace him tightly, his face buried in your neck, his nose tickling your skin and making you protest weakly through your giggles.

It’s out of the ordinary for you to then turn your head away and clear your throat quietly when he goes to kiss you. He pauses for a moment, caught off guard, but doesn’t mention it. He assumes you just ate something unsavoury or are scared about having chapped lips, which aren’t exactly things that bother him, but he respects your boundaries nonetheless. “Missed you too,” you sigh, freeing yourself from his embrace to check on the food in the oven. “You hungry?”

Geto groans. “Starving. Lunch break was less of a break and more of a forced social,” he confesses, following you to the kitchen. He washes his hands, dries them, then walks up behind you. He pulls your hair over one shoulder to ease his access to your neck, where he ghosts his lips on your skin. You pull away then, too.

That’s when he’s fully thrown off. To validate his confusion, he leans in, attempting to kiss your lips again, but you avoid him just like before.

“Am I getting a reduced form of silent treatment in the form of ‘no-affection’?” He asks, a brow raised as he pulls away and observes your figure as you navigate the kitchen, chopping up vegetables and checking the pots on the stove. “I feel… am I missing something?”

You sigh exaggeratedly, to which he raises both brows in surprise. “Did something happen while I was at work?” When you shake your head and mumble a small “no,” he isn’t sure what to think.

Finally, after more staring and contemplation on what could be the cause of your shift in behaviour, he decides to just head upstairs and shower. He smiles kindly at you, his eyes reflecting no view of anger or frustration in his soul. You return his smile more sheepishly than not, and have to stop yourself from letting out a choked noise of guilt when he leaves the kitchen.

You set the table and begin eating just as Geto walks into the living room, changed into a baggy t-shirt and grey sweats. His hair is still damp and tickles his lashes as he approaches you again. He stares down at you, then lowers his face to your level and waits for you to turn to him. With how close he is, it’s hard to maintain your poker face and continue eating. You feel your body begin to tremble from the laugh you’re repressing.

“Yes, Geto?”

“What’s wrong? I shouldn’t stink anymore, if that was the problem.”

You snort and shove him away, finally allowing yourself to laugh. He looks at you as though you asked him to eat the trash for dinner instead, but he doesn’t say anything else as you regain control of your amusement. However, when you face him, you’re still smiling - grinning from ear to ear, actually.

“It was just a prank, Su.”

He processes your words in an instant and ruffles your hair aggressively, intent on messing it up to a point where it's tangled and practically impossible to brush. “You’re lucky I don’t throw you over my knee, you brat,” he hisses playfully, finally managing to steal a kiss before he sits at the table.

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

The long awaited lunch break finally arrives and you’re darting out from behind your desk to get a well-deserved (and much needed) coffee from the break room. The heels you decided on make it harder to walk more than 0.1 miles in, so getting a higher quality coffee from the downtown cafe was not an option today. You think it’s just that they’re a size too small for you, but it’s not like you’d tell Nanami that now, not when you expressed how much you loved them and would wear them so incredibly often. In all honesty, he would buy you a new pair without hesitation—regardless of the hefty price tag.

When you return to your office, Nanami is already waiting for you. As his personal assistant and beloved wife, he takes every opportunity he can to check up on you, both your state in the workplace and outside of it.

He hums lowly at the sight of you and reaches out a strong arm to pull you into him, ducking his head down to kiss your lips. Your mind pings as you recall your prank idea, and you swerve his affections smoothly. Smoothly, but not unnoticeably. Nanami frowns and breathes into his palm to check himself. “The investors are looking to go forward with the agreement,” he informs you, as though you don’t track the progress of his meetings and company developments for a living.

You light up nonetheless as you finish sipping on your coffee. “That’s great news, Ken!” You delight, hopping up to sit on your desk and patting the space beside you for him to replicate. He does, promptly, and rests his head on your shoulder. It strains his neck slightly, but he doesn’t mind. His hand reaches over to play with yours in your lap, his lips twitching up into a smile when you kiss the top of his head.

Taking that as a safe sign, he raises his head to kiss you, but you turn your head so he kisses your cheek instead. He blinks, unsettled by your avoidance. “Have you eaten yet? I know you become rather sensitive when you don’t.”

“I haven’t, but I’ve got lunch with me. Speaking of, you didn’t even realise you forgot to pack your lunch this morning,” you giggle. “I had to cram it in my bag, and my shoulder is about to dislocate as is.”

He chuckles, a deep rumble that reverberates through you. “I’m sorry, honey. Mornings are my most unpredictable hours, even when I silence my phone. Thank you for doing that.” Nanami makes a mental note to buy you a sturdier, nicer bag soon. You shopped at Hermes enough to put you in the running for a Birkin, so that was the most likely choice.

You hop off your desk to grab your lunch. Nanami follows your movements and thanks you when you hand over his lunch. He leans in to kiss you, testing the waters one last time, only for you to reaffirm his concerns and avoid his lips again.

“Is your shoulder hurting you severely?” He asks, to which you pause and shake your head with a furrowed brow.

“No, why?”

He presses his lips together and stares at you. Taking his glasses off, he takes a seat in your office chair and buttons his blazer, before motioning you over. You comply and allow him to seat you in his lap, his right hand caressing your waist while the other rests on your thigh. “You’re avoiding my kisses,” he points out, as though you haven’t been trying to stop the guilt you feel from seeing his confused expression.

“Am I?”

He raises a brow at your evidently feigned innocence, and you shrug.

When you don’t say anything else, he resorts to simply staring at you whilst stroking along your thigh. The contact has you shivering and swallowing thickly, the cool metal of his wedding ring practically burning through the warmth of your clothes. “We should eat—”

“I don’t feel comfortable eating knowing that there may be something bothering you, my love,” he cuts you off, his tone stern but not unkind.

You purse your lips and exhale as though talking to him is bothering you, to which he tightens his grip on your thigh but only seems to harbour genuine concern for you from the almost pained expression he’s serving you.

“It’s a joke. A prank, I mean.”

He releases a breath that you think he had been holding a while and you instantly feel more forms of guilt than delight at the success of your prank. “So you’re alright?” He asks. You nod. “Not upset, angry, or uncomfortable?” You nod.

With that affirmation, he groans and kisses your lips slowly, then trails down to your neck, eliciting a gasp from you. You apologise, and he shakes his head at you lightheartedly. “The older I get, the more convinced I am that these jokes of yours are going to kill me,” he sighs, to which you laugh and apologise again, kissing his forehead as he grumbles and nips at your skin.

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

What more could you ask for? Sat in your local park on a picnic mat, your husband beside you as he takes out the food he made and the cooler from the car. Moments like these reminded you of the smaller joys in life, and notified you to cherish the pleasures taken for granted. Also, the fact that Toji was wearing a white compression shirt under his green plaid shirt allowed you a much-appreciated view of his straining muscles, even if he barely broke a sweat servicing you.

“That should be all,” he grunts, setting the cooler down beside you and locking the car. You rummage around through the bag of numerous food containers, eager to find your sandwich and stop the absolutely beastly noises that your stomach was emitting. “Thank you, baby,” you coo, petting his hair as he lays his head in your lap and stretches his legs out along the mat.

He smiles at the feeling of your fingers in his hair, then groans from the hunger shooting through him. “I think I, uh, should’ve packed more than these damn sandwiches,” he mumbles, sitting up to effortlessly pull your sandwich out from amongst the containers and hand it to you, before spreading the food out one by one - fruit, cheese, sodas, crackers. A mini charcuterie board, if you will.

You laugh at that and bite into your sandwich, humming your affirmation. Toji lifts your feet to place them in his lap, sanitises his hands, and begins wolfing down one of his sandwiches. You snort at the sound of his groan. He’s a big guy - a measly sandwich does nothing for his stomach. He should’ve taken that into account.

“Don’t laugh at me, woman,” he chuckles. He keeps his full mouth shut as he leans in to peck your cheek. Just before he can actually land the kiss, you lean your head to the side and avoid the contact. His brow furrows and he looks at you as though you just stabbed him and told him not to worry about it.

“Don’t wanna kiss you, Toji,” you say bluntly, continuing your meal as though you didn’t just outright reject him for no apparent reason.

He quirks a brow and pulls away, grabbing a grape he plans on eating but just ends up fiddling with as he observes you. “Did I forget somethin’?” He prompts, searching your expression for something that could give him insight as to what soured your mood. It wasn’t as though you were avoiding him completely. You were still being so sweet and, well, your usual self. It just seemed that it was the physical affection (more specifically, the kisses) you were avoiding, and he couldn’t understand why.

When you shake your head no, he shuffles closer and pulls you into his embrace. “Hugging you is just as nice,” he mutters into your hair, his cheek on the top of your head, his strong arms around your neck.

You’re almost frustrated that he didn’t get more upset. Why the hell is he so okay with not kissing you?

“Do you even want to kiss me?” You ask, turning to face him with a small pout and a furrowed brow.

He deadpans. “Was I not the one who initiated that kiss?”

“Yeah but like… you’re not complaining about the fact that you don’t get to kiss me.”

“Because I’m not going to force you when you obviously don’t want to.”

“It’s not about forcing me, it’s about— nevermind,” you grumble, turning back to your sandwich with half a mind to punch him for being so considerate and foiling your prank. You were getting more annoyed than he was from him not being able to kiss you. “Get off me,” you mumble, biting down on his arm.

He hisses and squeezes you tighter, pulling you back so that you’re right up against his chest. “Nah.” He grins, reaching for another grape, then a small slab of cheese.

You groan and slam your head back into him to get him off, but he uses his free hand to grab your jaw and keep your head still. “If you must be so childish,” he laughs, successfully managing to kiss your cheek, “tell me what’s wrong. If not, I’ll assume you’re just playin’.”

“I’m not.”

“Ooh, someone’s defensive, huh?” He practically sings. “Honestly though, tell me what’s up.”

There’s obviously nothing wrong, so you have to brainstorm what to do so that he’s convinced you’re not just messing around. “My sandwich tastes gross.”

“You’re a little tease, you know that?” He starts tickling you, making you spit out the food in your mouth and slap at his hands, trying to fight him off amidst a flurry of giggles and breathless protests. “Speak or forever hold your peace.”

“Alright, alright— oh my gosh, get off me!” You gasp, finally managing to push his hands off. “It was just a prank, you oaf. I don’t even think you deserve a kiss after that—”

He has your cheeks smushed in an instant, cutting you off and replacing your protest with a giggle at the odd expression he has you making. He grins toothily and dramatically smooches your puckered lips. “You play too much.”

𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

“We genuinely need a bigger bed,” you murmur as you watch him lay on his back on your far-too-small bed. He motions you over and you climb up beside him and lay on his chest, him grunting when you rest your chin on his pecs.

“You’re digging your chin into me,” he states, a very subtle yet undeniable smile on his face.

“Oh no, am I hurting you?” You gasp, feigning concern. “Should I call a medic?” Sitting up so that you’re straddling his hips, you make a show of looking as though you’re utterly devastated at his pain. He deadpans and pulls you down so that you resume your first position, your chin on his chest again.

“I never said that,” he groans, wrapping two of his arms around you whilst you pepper his face with kisses. He goes in to catch your lips with his, but you slap a hand over his face and stop him from doing so. He sighs. “What are you doing now?”

“Don’t kiss me.”

“What are you on about?” Sukuna nibbles at your palm, his canines digging into your skin and making you pull your hand away with a small hiss. A third arm of his reaches up to play with your hair, whilst his fourth arm rests behind his head.

“Don’t kiss me,” you repeat matter-of-factly, as though you were reminding him of a tradition in your relationship. He gives you an incredulous look and pinches your lower back, making you yelp and smack him harsher than necessary. He chuckles lowly and moves in to kiss you again, to which you slap both hands on his face and elicit a groan from him.

“You’ve gone deaf in your old age, Ryo,” you tut, shoving his head back against the pillow.

“I’m more confused than deaf,” he mumbles into your hands, which you pull away after you think he won’t try kissing you again.

When he sits up and rolls you off to allow him to stand from the bed, you blink in confusion, startled by the sudden change in position. You think it’s getting to him, not being able to kiss you. He always was more physically affectionate than he was verbally, but he didn’t lack in any department. You watch as he seems to busy himself with tying his robe and stretching his arms, then almost scream bloody murder when he turns and launches himself at you.

He wrestles you into his embrace, all four of his arms around you to restrain yours as you protest and struggle against him. Your legs encircle his waist to provide leverage for you to fight him off, but it ends up trapping you in his embrace further as he squeezes you tightly and kisses your lips over and over through your breathless giggles and stuttered complaints.

“Get off— Ryo! Ow, stop it—” you snort, shaking your head back and forth to avoid his lips. One of his arms releases its hold on you only for his hand to grab your jaw and still your thrashing, making it easier for him to dote on you and take all that he wants from you.

You groan and feign annoyance, but he’s already well aware of your amusement. You love seeing him like this because you’re the only one who can see him like this.

He pulls away momentarily to let you catch your breath. “Do not deny me from you, woman. That is the only thing I cannot and will not stand,” he practically growls, nibbling at your neck. You squeeze your eyes shut and feel your heart pound in your chest, but you inhale deeply and compose yourself. When you begin to kiss the top of his head, he pokes at your sides and, when you snicker, lifts his head to smile, though it looks more like a feral grin.

“Stop looking at me like that.” You grab his hair and roll him over so that you straddle his hips while he lays on his back again.

“Stop teasing me,” he retorts, two of his arms shooting out to hug you to his chest. “You infuriating woman.”

[spirit-lanterns]

IT'S SHOWTIME!

synopsis: (casino! AU) you're the center of attention for the penacony women.

featuring: black swan, acheron, sparkle, firefly, robin

rating: 18+ smut (men and minors dni)

warnings: sub! afab fem reader, bunny hybrid reader, playboy bunnysuit, se.x work, body shots, alcohol, body worship, ni.pple su.cking, tummy worship, orgy (technically a sixsome), cunnilin.gus, fing.ering, exhibition, slight voyeu.rism, stra.p on, pillow hu.mping (firefly), might be ooc, not proofread.

art credits: what does the fox say

“Stop hogging her! I want a taste!”

Sparkle groaned as she tried pushing Acheron off your body, the ranger’s eager tongue still lapping at your breast with devotion similar to worship. Sparkle was getting jealous, both needy and desperate for your attention as she tried to reign the galaxy ranger back for a taste of your sweet, soft, skin. “Acheron, it’s Sparkle’s turn,” Black Swan reminds calmly, delicate fingers wrapping around the neck of the wine bottle, before spilling the crimson liquid down your body for Sparkle to have her fill. 

With one last groan of lust, Acheron hesitantly parted her lips from your nipple and gasped when Sparkle roughly tugged her hair back. The masked fool immediately dived in to suck on your right breast, earning a high-pitched whine from your lips that had all the women groaning. “So…good…” You hear Sparkle mumble breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure while she lapped up any trickles of wine that clung to the sensitive area of your breast. 

With your bunny suit peeled back and the eager slurping sounds of Sparkle sucking on your boobs, you weakly looked up to see Acheron licking her lips and staring down at you with lust, Black Swan sneaking a few sips from the wine bottle, while her multiple hands held you down and massaged your thighs…

…To your left, the ever-so-famous Robin sat desperately on the couch, legs parted with her dress hitched up her thighs, masturbating to the sight of you being devoured by these three beautiful women. To your right, the adorable and sweet Firefly sat nervously with a throw pillow lodged underneath her thighs, weakly humping the lucky pillow to the sounds of your moans and having come a few times due to her relentless riding.

Five women. Five women in total were in the casino with you tonight. You’ve had more women before, but this was the first time Black Swan, Acheron, Sparkle, Firefly and Robin were in the casino with you tonight, and only them. It seemed that the other usual patrons were too busy to visit Penacony tonight, but nevertheless, these five women were more than enough to spoil you like the perfect bunny that you were. 

As Sparkle continued puckering her lips around your nipples, Black Swan used one of her crystal-like hands to wag a finger over for Robin. “Robin, why don’t you come over here and try the wine on her tummy. It’s quite soft and I think you’ve deserved it.” Black Swan chuckles before pouring some more wine down the stomach, the warm liquid sliding down your cute tummy and making you gasp in sensitivity. 

With a wag of your little cotton tail, Acheron groaned and couldn’t control herself, leaning in to try and lick the alcohol up for herself before being roughly stopped by one of Black Swan’s crystal hands. 

“It’s Robin’s turn, dear.” She reminds, keeping Acheron from devouring you whole while Robin eagerly scampers to your side, leaning down to trace her tongue over your stomach. 

“Mmmpf…” the enchanting singer lost herself in the taste of you as she worked with Sparkle to worship your beautiful body with their lips. Poor Acheron was still left being held back by Black Swan’s arms, and Firefly was still waiting for her turn patiently like the good girl that she was. After all, she did lose the gamble first, at least she was patient enough to wait for her turn… (unlike Acheron)

“Acheron, dear…” Black Swan hummed, planting a small kiss to your left bunny ear and playing with your cottontail with her free hand, “Why don’t you go grab a strap on that we packed? The eight-inch one, thank you.” 

She smirked before planting small kisses to your rabbit ears affectionately, making you arch your back and shove more of yourself against Sparkle and Robin’s eager mouths. As Acheron reluctantly left your side to search through the assortment of sex toys that the women had packed for you, Black Swan glanced over at Firefly and chuckled. “Firefly, come over here, I have quite the surprise for you.”

Firefly’s eyes lit up and she paused her ministrations of humping the small throw pillow. Carefully, she crawled closer to you when Black Swan suddenly peeled the rest of your bunny suit down, revealing your sopping wet pussy. Upon your slick folds being exposed into view, Sparkle groaned before trying to make her way down, practically drooling at the sight before being tugged away by Black Swan. 

“No need to be greedy, you already have the bunny’s breasts to yourself.” Black Swan reprimands, causing Sparkle to grumble in frustration. She glares up at the memokeeper before going back to her designated area. Robin, too busy with worshiping your cute stomach, didn’t pay any mind to you pussy as she was too grateful for being in the mere presence of you alone. You were the casino’s Golden Bunny for a reason, so to have your body all to themselves was something only simple patrons at the casino could ever dream of. You were theirs, and only theirs…

Once Acheron came back with a dildo and harness in hand, Black Swan grinned before snatching the two toys into her crystal hands, handing them to the nervously anticipating Firefly.

“Wha—” Acheron and Sparkle both gasped when they saw that the sweet girl; Firefly, would be the one rawdogging you with the strap. Robin smiled softly at Firefly’s expression of surprise, and the poor girl was left stammering up an excuse when presented with the eight-inch toy.

“Ah— wait! This is for me?” Firefly nervously glanced down at the toy and harness in her hands, then at you, then at your gaping wet pussy that begged for some attention. She gulped as she couldn’t deny how turned on she was, wanting to see your cute nose twitch with pleasure all the while she made you feel good with her body…

“Hold up! Firefly is using the strap?” Sparkle’s expression instantly turned to an irritated one as she let go of your left nipple with a ‘pop!’ “That’s not fair! She lost the gamble! If anything, either you or me should be the one fucking our bunny…”

Loudly voicing her opinions, Sparkle was briefly shushed by Robin who pulled her aside. “We’ll all get a turn with the strap. Our bunny loves it when we take turns…no need to be so loud.”

Robin pouts and reaches up to pet your ears, trying to comfort them as she knew they were more sensitive to noise. Sparkle shrunk down sheepishly, before both women apologized for bickering in front of you. 

“What cute darlings you are…” Black Swan chuckled, gently parting your legs with her crystal hands and tracing the outline of your folds before looking up at Acheron. “That being said, Acheron. Why don’t you get our bunny nice and wet so Miss Firefly can have an easier time fitting inside her.” 

Firefly gulped and sat off to the side, trying to figure out how to put on the harness in the first place. While that was all happening, Acheron eagerly got on her knees in front of you, using her hands to spread your legs further apart so that she could have easier access to your hole. With Sparkle and Robin sitting off to the side and watching the whole ordeal, Acheron quickly started stroking her thick tongue against your puffy folds. Already stimulated from all the tongue action you received moments prior, you were already bucking your hips wildly, needing to be restrained by Black Swan, Sparkle, and Robin all at the same time.

“Such a needy bunny…” Black Swan coos.

“Her tail is wagging so much…” Robin sighs blissfully.

“I’m next with the strap, okay?” Sparkle huffs quite madly.

“Uhhh guys, I think I need some help.” Firefly whimpers, still trying to figure out how to attach the harness to the base of the dildo while Acheron eats you out. 

“Sparkle, go help Firefly.” Black Swan commands, ordering her to help figure out the strap on since Firefly had never worn one before. As Sparkle reluctantly crawled over to help the poor girl, you were busy writhing under Acheron’s strong grip, her tongue proving too thick and too tough for you to handle as she sank the tip of her muscle in and out of your folds. Desperate and horny noises left Acheron’s mouth as she became addicted to your taste, messy juices and stains of slick coating her lower face like a starved woman finally having her first meal. 

Pussydrunk that she was, Acheron just couldn’t get enough of you. She was breathing so heavily, so carnally. She couldn’t even register the fact that Black Swan had nudged her head away again, her fingers prodding closer to your pussy and gently fingering you to see how tight you were.

“Ah…she’s still quite tight,” Black Swan breathes out shallowly, yet smiling at the way her fingers manage to squeeze in, “But so wet. Our bunny is practically in heat thanks to us…”

All eyes locked on you, you whimpered when Black Swan gestured for Firefly to walk over in front of you. Now complete with an eight-inch strap tied to her waist, Firefly whimpered and reluctantly positioned herself in front of you. 

“Are…Are you sure I should be the one to do this? I don’t want to hurt our bunny by going too rough…” Firefly looked down at you and frowned, gently petting your head and caressing your face.

“Pfft, as if a sweet thing like you could ever go rough.”

“Sparkle!”

Robin lightly smacked Sparkle’s thigh and the two were quickly hushed by Acheron. Positioned behind Firefly, Acheron slowly slid her hands around Firefly’s waist to help her angle her cock properly. “If you are unsure, I can help guide you at a beginner’s pace until you get the hang of it.”

“That…That would be nice, thanks Acheron.” Firefly gulped and looked down at you with love in her eyes. She was so smitten at the way you were sprawled out in front of her, her own pussy twitching with need to see you moaning and clenching down on her cock like the cute little bunny that you were. 

“Hurry up, I want to see this bunny bounce on my cock next.” Sparkle reminds, clearly impatient with the pace they were going at. 

“Er…just take your time, Firefly. The casino is open all night. I’m sure all of us will get a turn!” Robin assures. 

“Indeed, Acheron and I have packed quite a few toys for tonight. Some of them shipped from Kafka and Asta actually…” Black Swan chuckles and uses her fingers to spread your pussy lips wider just for Firefly. “Just take your time, I’m sure our bunny loves it when we do that, don’t you girl?”

All five women look down at you with lust present in their gaze. You were used to this, of course you were. This was your job as the Golden Bunny of the casino, yet you’d be lying if you say you didn’t  get butterflies from the beautiful women you called your “VIP patrons.”

Taking a deep breath, Firefly slowly moved to push her strap in, hips involuntarily bucking up to meet her engorging length, as you figured this would definitely be a long, yet enjoyable night with your loyal and devoted patrons. 

“Oh, if only the other women could see you now, pretty bunny…” Black Swan murmurs, soothingly stroking your hair as Firefly sloppily thrusted into you with the help of Acheron from behind. “It’s a shame not a lot of them could make it. They’d all enjoy the show you are putting up for us, hmmm?” 

Suddenly, as if on cue, Black Swan’s phone rang and she used one of her crystal hands to fetch it out of her bag. While Firefly continued to fuck you on her cock, Black Swan answered the phone while still prying you open on her fingers.

“Black Swan speaking,” she answered quietly, not really caring for the fact she was in the middle of a big orgy. “Oh? Is that so?”

As soon as the conversation started, it ended. With Black Swan laying her phone on the table and smirking down at you with lustful eyes. “That was your Boss, little bunny,” she says with tease in her tone. 

“It seems that a few other women had managed to come after all.”

[transformers-spike]

those hybrid sparklings you drew gave me some crazy weird alien baby fever and now i wanna see more... can we maybe get a doodle of some elite guard babies? i know i'm not the only one here who's insane for blurr, let's make that speedy boi into a speedy dilf

This comment brought on an intense neuron-activation and I just HAD to draw it (aka the Break the Status Quo series has given me such intense brainrot I just HAD to do this)

Having a sparkling with Blurr is like creating the angriest and loudest little creature. Very vocal about his feelings - and when he gets tired of screeching through his vocalizer, he torments every bot surrounding him through his EM field

I had to add Shockwave's sparkling purely because it would be SOOOO FUNNY if he knocks up a human as Longarm Prime, and out comes this little nugget

Even compared to the other Decepticon hybrids, Shockwave's kiddo is uh... special. Comes out looking far taller than most sparklings, with better motor functions too

He doesn't come out of the womb already able to see - he's actually "blind" until a certain age like all other sparklings. Except his sire's genes make him look exceptionally creepy. His pupil is visible when his optic is online

For now, his lack of sight doesn't stop him from making direct eye contact with people and staring at them like a horror movie child. Pet the baby

[transformersxreader]

(Platonic) TFONE Starscream x Sparkling Reader

"Their beautiful Starscream."

"Look how cute they are!"

"Congratulations sir."

Starscream grins proudly holding his sparkling closer to his chest, the sparkling was nibbling on a small energon cube.

The other seekers smiled and "aw" at the sparkling cute action,

"What will you name them sir?"

Starscream thought for a moment kissing the sparkling's head, lifting them up.

"(Y/n). My sweet little comet."

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"(Y/n)? Where are you?"

Starscream voice echos out the large room, turning around to make sure he didn't miss any spots, till he hears giggling from another room.

Walking up to the room the doors slide open to reveal (Y/n), but they were held up by the one and only megatronus.

"Pa!"

(Y/n) yells out their arms lifting up in excitement see their sire. Starscream quickly runs up to the prime, apologizing lifting his arms up to try to reach for his sparkling.

Megatronus lowers himself lower so that Starscream could grab the sparkling. Starscream scolded (Y/n), who just giggles without a care.

Megatronus takes his leave, Starscream looks back to make sure that the prime left, (Y/n) lets out a loud beep, feeling Starscream kiss her cheeks multiple times.

"You gave your sire a spark-attack young one."

(Y/n) lowers her head snuggling closer to Starscream chest, Starscream lets out a huff of defeat of their cuteness.

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"Just bend your knees and jump, the transformation will happen trust me."

(Y/n) looks down from the crate she was on top of, Starscream, Shockwave and Soundwave where standing from a small distance.

"Are you sure sire?"

Starscream smiles to (Y/n),

"Trust me, my comet."

(Y/n) closed her optics, breathing in and letting out a huff before jumping off.

Starscream smiles

"I did it!! I did it!!"

(Y/n) screams out her small jet form flying around, Starscream lets out a hardy laugh joining (Y/n), flying beside her making sure to watch out if she needs any help.

(Y/n) transforms out of her jet form but miss her steps making her lose her footing tripping over, sliding off till she hits something. Looking up to see a bright blue bot.

"Sentinel! Did you see me transform!"

Sentinel gave the smaller bot a smile

"Yes I did! Now where is your?"

(Y/n) stood up before they were about to answer Starscream lands close pulling (Y/n) away from sentinel and behind him.

"Is there a problem?"

Sentinel shook his head pointing behind him,

"The primes wish to speak to the three of you."

Starscream nods looking to Soundwave and shockwaves, then to (Y/n).

"Let's go."

Starscream grabs ahold of (Y/n) servos, (Y/n) smiles up to her sire looking back waving to sentinel.

"Goodbye sentinel!"

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Thank u for reading ✨💕