#blaster cannon recess

[sw5w]

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STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:03:02

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Reader is kinky in a weird way, and they love all parts of their cybetronian SO, Megatron. His fusion cannon especially. One particular day, they put the shyness aside and ask him if they can ride it while he powers it up. The thrill of having it go off at any second is what adds to the experience

I love the asks people are sending me this is so ridiculous and yet I can't help but write it. Tw: Dubcon

You’re an idiot. You shouldn’t have fallen for it, not when Megatron gave you the permission to drink to your heart’s content. It was his little treat after a successful haul of energon. It was only natural that you, his pet, would be invited to enjoy what was denied to you. You should have seen straight through him – the monster you dared to love in your weakest moments – smiling down at you, a cruel ever present glint in his eyes. Maybe you’ve gotten used to it. Tip-toeing when his anger rises, waiting for someone else to take the brunt of it, natural cowardice on your part. When he placed the bottle down on the desk serving as your "habsuite", you awoke from the clink of glass against metal and immediately perked up at the sight of it. That, as you know now, was your initial undoing. Like a shark smelling blood, he could sense your excitement, your weakened resolve to being presented with what you dearly missed. It was reasonably expensive, stolen of course, not like the decepticons cared to spend human money on human things. Thievery be damned, it was a treat you couldn’t refuse, and you oh so arrogantly believed you could hold your liquor like old times. You weren’t terribly drunk - hangovers were out of the question, it was difficult enough to handle Megatron with a clear and unperturbed mind – but your tongue, as it often did under the effects of alcohol, slipped, grew too lax from your so-called “gift” that you made a confession you shouldn’t have.

Which is how you find yourself currently, deathly aware of your stupidity, grinding against his fusion cannon. If you could will yourself to die, you’d be doing it right now. Your fantasies were meant to be private, dumb scenarios to entertain yourself with, safe inside the recesses of your mind – then he got a hold of it. You shouldn’t be enjoying this, not when the scorching heat of his blaster makes you feel like you’re fucking the Satan’s pitchfork, The purple glow illuminates Megatron’s face, dark amusement emanating off of him like the rot of a corpse. The cannon has to go off at some point – you tell yourself. There’s just no way it’s going to keep charging forever until you get off, or, well, if you even manage to. And yet, you are a freak; disgusting to the bitter end, orgasm clawing up your insides. You try to keep it hidden, to grit your teeth and maintain some pride in the face of your captor, but what leaves your mouth is a strangled mix between a hiss and a whimper. The wave of shame washing over you as you keep grinding against his cannon is incomparable to the stinging pleasure of your loins. Once the euphoria dies down and you regain your senses, you’re left so thoroughly humiliated you’re practically begging to be obliterated by his weapon if only to escape the newfound dread.

You hang your head low, sore and raw, clenching your jaw waiting for his next request, distinctly aware of your lack of agency in this. His claws prick the underside of your jaw as he tilts your head to meet his gaze, blazing red eyes boring into you. You swallow hard against his hand.

[marlonbrandto]

REINFORCEMENTS FOR AUN’SHAR

The response team lead by Commander Novastorm was intended to be the tip of the spear in the battle for Maynos. After his Orca dropship broke through the space marine fleet in orbit, however, he intercepted a distress signal coming from Tau forces already on the surface of the planet.

1. The Orcas’ security team has been reassigned to Strike Team Burning Ember, to replenish their ranks after most of the lighter armored members met their demise at the hand of the Necrons. Trained to clear and secure the drop zone, as well as defend within the confines of their dropship, they will be an invaluable addition to the Protectors infantry.

2. The Crimson Order crisis team is comprised of two iridium reinforced battlesuits, and four standard XV8 suits ,two of which are piloted by Shas’Vre rank veterans. The Order operates like a single organism, creating a strong phalanx with their shield generators around the Commander in one instant, then in the next scattering into two smaller teams led by the two Veterans, splitting the enemies’ attention as their Commander takes to the sky for a devastating aerial bombardment. Both of the veterans have equipped their suits with ritual blades, as they have each joined in a separate Ta’liserra, forming the sub-teams Crimson Dusk and Crimson Dawn, which, under the command of Commander Novastorm forms the Crimson Order.

3. Shas’O May’nar Bo’ran, AKA Commander Novastorm, piloting his custom XV-85 Coldstar Commander battlesuit. Despite the warnings of Earth Caste engineers, Bo’ran has removed almost all of the safeties and fine tuned the tolerances on his controls to react to the slightest twitch of his finger. Compared to other Coldstars, his current battlesuit moves three times faster, and can preform VTOL almost instantaneously, at the cost of the thrusters requiring constant maintenance to function. Bo’ran has encouraged the pilots under his command to perform similar modifications to their suits, breaking the limit of what the common XV8 crisis team can be capable of. Beyond the Coldstar thrusters and high-output burst cannon typically seen on a XV-85, Bo’rans’ suit is had been outfitted with an ejection system, shoulder mounted fusion blasters, a multi tracker targeting system, and the prototype Supernova Launcher, a modified grenade launcher that can hurl plasma grenades great distances, setting fire to organics and melting metals.

4. The Hammerhead gunship was intended to be used as a deterrent for enemies that would try to come close to the Orcas’ drop zone. Crewed by 3 skilled pilots, all work in tandem to fire pinpoint railgun slugs, decimating enemy armor from an incredible distance. The communication relay that was kept in its hull has been removed and left within the Orca, giving room for Aun’Shar and his infantry to board.

.5. The Orcas’ drone bays have been emptied for the greater good and support the expeditionary force. The presence of drones were sorely missed by the survivors of Aun’Shars’ honor guard, who were not requisitioned drones with the assumption that they would not ever be under heavy fire. With the last of the Orcas’ cargo unloaded, it will be at greater risk on its journey back to the fleet, but if the life of an ethereal hangs in the balance, such risk becomes almost necessary to ensure his safety.

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As the Orca roars back into the atmosphere, Aun’Shar climbs into the Hammerhead. It’s a tight fit with the number of soldiers packed in, but not uncomfortable. Slowly the Hammerhead floats into the dark recess of the vault, closely followed by the escort of battlesuits and drones. Aun’Shar squeezes by his warriors to look out the viewport at the Maynos sun, wondering if this will be the last time he sees it as the blackness swallows his gunship.

[sw5w]

A Second N-1

STAR WARS EPISODE II: Attack of the Clones 00:01:58