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alwaysmicado · 1 year ago

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Trouble

5.3k | 18+ MDNI | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 5

Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, D/s dynamic, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, cum eating, leg humping, degradation/praise, humiliation kink, pet names, aftercare, feelings Summary: After you’ve distracted Joel from work with your explicit texts all day, he decides to teach you a lesson. A/N: Consensual degradation & humiliation – my beloved. This one's for you if you're into unadulterated filth with feelings sprinkled on top hehe. Let me know what you think, I love hearing your thots! 🤍

pt. 1 ・ pt. 2 ・ pt. 3 ・ pt. 4 ・ series masterlist

“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

---

“Sneaking out for a hot date?”

Busted.

You sigh and turn around to face Kristen’s triumphant grin. Beautiful Kristen. The only person at your job with a bearable personality.

If you only had Janice from accounting and her incessant yapping about her feral kids, or John from HR and his never-ending tirades against “modern women”, you probably would have burnt down the building already.

Kristen’s been your lifeline over the past two years at this job. She’s upbeat, fun, a gifted painter and the closest thing to a female friend you have.

Her only flaw: she’s so nosy it’s not even funny.

After your get-well-fuck with Joel three days ago where he left multiple marks on your neck, you not only plastered a bunch of foundation over the purple reminders of his fever-fueled nipping, you also wore a silk scarf which, in hindsight, was a dumb idea.

The first thing you were welcomed with when you came in that morning was an enthusiastic “You go, girl!” followed by giggling after Kristen saw your unimpressed face.

You shoot her a half-hearted smile and raise an eyebrow. “Who says it’s a date?”

Kristen’s grin widens. “Oh, come on! You think I don’t notice the way you giggle at your phone like a lovesick idiot?”

“Oh, shut up,” you protest in mock offense. What the hell is she talking about? You don’t do that. “I got a doctor’s appointment. Nothing hot about that,” you say nonchalantly.

Kristen leans in, lowering her voice dramatically. “A doctor, huh? Do you have an ache only he can cure with his special tool?”

“You’re a pervert, you know that?”

“Yeah, duh. That’s why you love me,” she chuckles, causing the corners of your own lips to twitch.

“Well,” she smirks, “I hope the doctor will take the best care of you.”

You roll your eyes at her teasing, grab your bag and blow her a kiss before heading out. You leave the office with a grin, reveling in the sunshine that greets you when you step out.

The warmth of the day feels refreshing against your skin as you stroll to the parking lot. Your dress, despite being a result of prolonged laundry procrastination, is surprisingly comfortable, allowing you to appreciate the light breeze that rustles its fabric.

The sun casts a golden hue on the cityscape and you can't help but smile at the small pleasures of life – the sun on your face, a staff meeting getting canceled earlier, finding twenty bucks in an old pair of jeans this morning.

Life is okay at the moment.

Despite work kicking your ass, your mother trying to guilt-trip you into coming “home” and the last hookup you had throwing you out in the middle of the goddamn night because his wife came home from her business trip early.

You’re feeling good.

One might even say you’re happy.

If only there wasn’t this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You take a deep breath and straighten your shoulders when you see your Uber pull up. Get yourself together.

The car winds through the city streets, and as you give Joel's address to the driver, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. The engine hums softly as you navigate the familiar turns, presenting the perfect background to lose yourself in a daydream.

As you settle into the comfort of your bed, the world outside fades away. In the gentle embrace of your imagination, you feel a figure appear behind you. Their warmth is a soothing balm, and as they pull you close, a profound sense of security envelops you. The weight of the world, of your being lifts, replaced by the tender reassurance of this ethereal embrace.

In this imagined sanctuary, sleep finds you easily, cradled in the arms of solace. The whispered promise of warmth and safety lingers, allowing dreams to unfold like petals, undisturbed and serene in the soft glow of moonlight.

The notification sound of your phone pulls you back to reality. Glancing at the screen, you see Joel's name. You open the message and involuntarily press your thighs together, your pulse quickening instantly.

Door’s open. Get naked, then come upstairs.You’re in real trouble, angel.

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The familiar scent of Joel’s home greets you when you step inside. It smells more like home than your apartment or any other place you’ve lived in since you were a child. Safe, warm, comforting – like its owner. And it’s a surprisingly well-decorated and welcoming home for a bachelor.

So much so that you asked him flat out if he had a wife on your first night together.

You take your shoes off and put your bag on the couch in the living room before heading to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands and quickly check if you look presentable. Your eyes are a bit swollen from lack of restful sleep, but other than that, you’re good to go.

As you take your dress, bra and panties off, you somewhat fondly remember the last time Joel ordered you to his home because you were sending him filthy texts and photos while you both were at work.

You spent thirty minutes sitting still on his lap while he worked on his computer, his throbbing cock buried deep inside you. Every time he would shift in his chair a little, you would whimper into the crook of his neck and he would whisper into your ear how well you were doing for him and draw soothing circles on your back with his palm.

You hated and loved every torturous second of it.

The office door is open when you come upstairs. Your eyes widen when you see Joel sitting at his desk. It’s incredible how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, blue gym shorts and his glasses as he’s staring at the computer and typing something with his index fingers.

Your heart starts beating faster as you take him in, the domesticity of this scene giving you an unexpectedly warm feeling deep within you.

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me?” Joel asks with a swivel of his chair, his body now facing yours. He saw you out of the corner of his eye before but now that he’s getting a good look at you, his jaw almost hits the floor.

He will never get used to seeing you naked.

“God, you’re so much more beautiful in real life,” he murmurs, his pupils blown wide and the admiration in his voice unmistakable.

You give him a satisfied smile as you lean against the doorframe. “I sure hope so,” you tease.

“Do you know why you’re here, darlin’?” Joel asks with a tilt of his head, his brow slightly furrowed.

“I’m assuming it has something to do with the silly little texts and pics I sent you to brighten up your day,” you say, feigning innocence. “Did you like them?”

“You really think now’s the time to be a brat, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Alright, then.” His eyes sparkle dangerously as he sits back in his chair and spreads his legs wider.

“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

You bite your lip as your eyes focus on the visible bulge in Joel’s shorts, and try to suppress the huge grin that’s threatening to spread across your face. This is exactly what you wanted and you both know it.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Joel orders calmly and puts his hands on his thighs. “C’mere.”

You lower yourself on all fours without hesitation and crawl towards him slowly, making sure to sway your hips and never break eye contact. Joel’s the only person you’d put yourself in such a submissive position for and you revel in the exhilarating feeling it gives you.

Joel keeps his eyes trained on you, subtly rubbing his thighs as you come closer to where he’s needed you all day. His eyes are dark and full of need as he licks his lips and follows the mesmerizing movement of your body. He likes how you, despite your brattiness, know perfectly well where your place is.

“Look at what you did,” he says, once you’re kneeling on all fours between his spread legs. He palms his throbbing cock over the fabric and your eyes widen a little, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“That's right, baby, you did this. And now you need to take responsibility for your actions.” He gently caresses your cheek, tracing your lips with his thumb.

When he presses on your lower lip, you instinctively open your mouth enough for his finger to slip inside. He presses on your tongue, admiring the feeling and your willingness to submit.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, gently rubbing his cock. “Such a little slut, always wants something in her mouth.”

He moves his thumb further along your tongue, causing you to furrow your brow and gag a little. “You couldn't help yourself, huh, just had to put on a show all day like the needy whore you are.”

He takes his thumb out of your mouth and pulls his shorts all the way down, letting them fall on the floor next to his chair. His heavy cock flops against his lower belly, causing you to swallow and part your lips instinctively. Joel smirks at your reaction, enjoying the raw need sparkling in your eyes as he strokes himself slowly.

You start squirming, pressing your thighs together to alleviate at least some of the uncomfortable ache between your legs, and let out an almost inaudible whine as Joel continuously strokes up and down his length while looking at you curiously.

He leans in and tilts your chin up, his dark eyes boring into you.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” He asks softly, feigning concern. He looks from you to his cock and back, raising an eyebrow. “All of this just because you’re a pathetic little cockslut with nothing else in her dumb little head than my cock. Isn’t that right, angel?”

You nod slowly, your lips slightly parted, hypnotized by Joel’s big eyes and filthy words.

“Use your words, slut,” he growls, gripping the back of your neck to tilt your head up even more.

“I just—wanted you so bad, I–”

“Aww, of course you did,” he teases you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Tell me your safeword, angel.”

He looks into your eyes intently as you say it out loud, then puts a soft kiss on your lips. You whimper when he withdraws, the feeling of his warm lips lingering.

“Open up,” he orders with a tap of his fingers to your bottom lip. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

You obey and do as he says, looking into his eyes expectantly. You watch in awe and pure need as the thick glob of saliva makes its way down from Joel’s mouth and lands on the back of your tongue. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel it run down your throat.

“Swallow.” He gently puts a strand of hair behind your ear as you show him your empty mouth. “Good girl.”

You moan softly at his praise and furrow your brow when your eyes find his cock again.

“You really want it, huh,” Joel purrs, trailing your neck and chest gently with his hands. When he brushes your nipples, you wince a little, eliciting a low chuckle from him. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see your little pussy.”

He sucks in a sharp breath, his cock twitching impatiently when you sit back on your heels and present your glistening folds.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs, tracing your belly all the way down to your mound and stopping right before touching your clit. “Must’ve been uncomfortable to sit in that all day, hm?”

He gently pulls your lips apart with his thumbs and index fingers, inspecting you closely. “Your little clit is so swollen, baby, does it hurt?”

“Mhm,” you whine, his touch so close to your neglected bundle of nerves torturing you beyond belief. “It–it hurts so bad, Sir.”

“Hmm,” he searches your eyes, “and that’s why you thought it was a good idea to send me all those naughty messages?” He spreads your lips apart further, eliciting a long moan from you. “You thought I’d fuck you if you did?”

“Y–yes,” you stammer, your legs trembling, “I’m sor–”

You’re cut off when Joel lets go of your lips and swipes his fingers through your dripping wet folds agonizingly slowly, once, twice, three times, barely brushing your pulsating clit.

Listening to the noises you make and feeling your hot cunt on his hand is enough to make him almost come, despite his cock not having any contact at the moment. His eyes never leave yours as you whimper desperately, his barely there touch enough to build your long overdue orgasm.

“Go on, angel,” he withdraws his hand and holds his hand up to your lips, “clean up the mess you made.”

He pushes his wet fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your own juices off of him. You do so eagerly, sucking and licking his fingers, moaning around them.

“You would’ve sucked my cock in front of everyone if I had let you, huh.” You let out a desperate moan, feeling your pussy get wetter at the thought. “That’s right, baby,” Joel chuckles. “Show everyone you’re my little cockslut.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, satisfied with the job you did, then grabs your chin hard, his wet fingers pressing into your hot cheeks.

“You want it so bad, baby? Then beg for it.”

“Please,” you whine. “Please let me suck your cock, please, I–I want your cock so bad—”

“All yours, baby.”

He leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head, looking at you through lidded eyes.

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Joel groans as you start licking and sucking at his balls, then lightly trace the veins of his cock with your warm tongue, swirling it around the tip, licking up the salty precum. You look at him expectantly as you lick up and down his length, fondling his balls with your hand.

He smiles at the needy look in your eyes, finding it unbelievably hot that you want to, need to hear his praise so badly even though it’s obvious that everything you do to him is and feels beyond perfect.

“Good girl,” he says softly, eliciting a little whimper from you. “Now stop teasing and take it.”

You immediately hold him up by the base and take the tip into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly. You take him further, inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down his shaft until he’s nudging the back of your throat. Your eyes well over with tears as you gag around his cock. Joel groans in response, his whole body tensing as he tangles his hands in your hair.

You make a surprised sound when he leans over you and pushes your head down until your nose is rubbing his pubic hair, giving you no chance to move your head. He keeps his length buried deep inside you for a few seconds before pulling you up, a thick string of saliva mixed with precum connecting you two, only to push you right back down.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Joel pants as you choke and whine loudly.

He pulls your head back up to let you catch your breath and make sure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is. He knows from the look in your eyes that you are, but he wants to make sure before you continue.

“What’s your color, angel?”

You look at him with bleary eyes, but give him a dazed smile and whisper, “Green.”

Joel nods and caresses your wet cheeks, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs.

He traces your swollen lips with the head of his cock, loving the way his precum sticks to them.

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he pants. “Can’t have you passing out on me.”

You wrap your lips around his head, swirl your tongue around it, then bob your head again – messily, sloppily, just the way he likes it.

“Good girl,” he breathes, thrusting his hips to slide in and out of your mouth, smiling at you and petting your hair. “Such a perfect little fleshlight.”

You tremble and moan around him, not entirely sure if his filthy mouth, his groaning, or the fact that he’s using you for his pleasure is turning you on the most. You just know you love it when he holds your head steady and fucks your mouth roughly, taking what he wants from you, making you gag and choke, saliva and tears running down your cheeks, chin, neck, and body.

You look like a masterpiece.

“I’m close, baby,” Joel pants, your perfect, wet mouth and the admiration he sees in your big, wet eyes making him tremble every time he thrusts his hips into you. You push him right over the edge when you squeeze his balls hard.

He comes with a strangled groan, shooting rope after rope of warm cum down your throat and onto your tongue. You welcome it with eager moans, so far gone that you don’t realize what you’re doing until after it’s too late — you swallow it all without his permission.

Fatal mistake.

Joel grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his pulsating cock, still breathing heavily.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”

Your eyes widen in shock, your lip quivering. “I–I'm sorry, I–I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Joel sighs and raises his eyebrows. He loosens his grip in your hair and looks at your eyes welling up with tears. You stumble over your words as you keep apologizing over and over again. You’re so perfect like this.

“What’s your color, baby?”

“Green, Sir,” you sniffle. “It’s green.”

“Now what am I supposed to do with a fleshlight that doesn’t work right, hm?” He tilts your chin up and rubs it softly with his thumb. “Do you think you deserve to get fucked?”

“I’m—please, I'll be good, I promise,” you choke out through tears and hiccups. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please—”

Joel smirks and leans back in his chair. “No need to tell me that, angel. I know you’ll do anything.” He lifts his foot between your thighs, eliciting a small, needy noise from you when he presses it against your swollen cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. All from being used, hm?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, wiping your cheeks and trying your hardest to stay still. “Thank you.”

“Such a pathetic little slut.” He rubs his foot against your folds, and you moan, closing your eyes, your lips trembling, your face hot from embarrassment and arousal. Joel presses harder and you cry out, your hips jerking instinctively.

“Pathetic enough to hump my leg?”

He snorts when he sees the stunned look on your face. You are definitely startled, but you don't protest. Joel can see a mix of hesitation and need in your eyes, and he understands that he needs to push you.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says, gently petting your hair, “so you better thank me for letting you come at all.”

He sighs and pulls your head back by your hair when you don’t answer fast enough.

“Use your words, slut.”

“Th–thank you,” you whimper. “I–I just–” You trail off, too shocked and embarrassed to finish your sentence, your voice trembling as you babble unintelligibly.

You hear Joel say your name and feel him cup your cheeks. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You sniffle and try to focus on his eyes. “Tell me your color,” he says gently, his deep voice soothing your nerves.

“Still green,” you breathe, swallowing hard.

He searches your eyes and nods before sitting back up and extending his leg a little.

“Go on, then.”

You look at the satisfied smirk on his face before taking a deep breath and scooting forward, adjusting yourself against Joel’s leg. Gripping Joel’s thigh for balance, you tilt your hips forward until your clit makes contact with his hairy leg. You shudder at the feeling, a needy little moan escaping your lips.

Joel’s pupils are so blown, his eyes are completely black now.

You slowly drag your hips upward and duck your head, embarrassed that you’re actually enjoying this – and that you’re this wet. After slowly rocking your hips up and down a few times, you can’t keep yourself from moaning anymore. It feels to fucking good.

You shift a little and allow yourself to set a pace that will make you come. You nuzzle your face against Joel’s thigh and don’t hold back anymore, rutting against his leg with abandon, chasing your release.

“That’s it, angel,” Joel purrs, gently brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You rock your hips against his leg over and over again, your brows furrowed, whimpering desperately as you grind your wet folds against Joel’s leg, the friction causing your whole body to shudder.

Joel fucking loves seeing you like this; pliant, obedient, wanting to be good so badly that you’d do anything to please him. Most of all, though, he loves how much you trust him.

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, tilting your chin up to look into your glazed over eyes. “My good girl.”

You moan at his words, your fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, your hips jerking frantically, desperate for release. Joel smiles softly at your reaction, reveling in the fact that he's ruining you for anyone else.

He fucking delights in it.

“That’s right, angel. Keep looking at me with those beautiful eyes.”

You barely hear what he says as your breathing comes out in noisy, deep gasps, too far gone, too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed at fucking yourself on Joel’s leg. There are no thoughts left in your brain, your only focus now is chasing your climax.

“Feels good, huh? Such a spoiled brat, aren’t you,” he taunts, marveling at your blissed out expression and the sheen of sweat glistening on your naked body.

“You think you deserve to come, hm? Even though you’re just a dumb little whore, only good for taking my cock in all her holes?”

That’s almost enough right there to tip you over the edge.

“Tell me what you are.”

You let out a choked sob, fresh tears making their way down your cheeks. Joel wipes them away with his thumbs as you stutter, “I’m–I’m your dumb little whore, Sir. I’m all yours — please, please–”

He gives you a warm smile as his dark eyes bore into. “Come for me, angel.”

You press your throbbing clit hard against him, humping his leg feverishly until the tension finally snaps and shockwaves grip your whole body, your legs trembling as you moan uncontrollably. Your walls contract around nothing as you collapse onto Joel’s thigh and start sobbing.

It’s all too much right now.

He immediately draws you into his strong arms, lifting you up and cradling you. “Shh, sweetheart,” he purrs, holding you tight and stroking your hair, “you did so well. Are you alright, hm? You want me to go get you a towel?”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion of him leaving you, causing you to shake your head fervently, your tears flowing freely now as you gradually come down from your high.

“Shh, it’s okay, baby” he coos, putting soft kisses on the top of your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’m not going anywhere.”

You're still naked and Joel wants you to feel comfortable and warm, so he swivels you two towards the couch to snag the blanket and drape it over you. He holds you close, whispering into your hair how well you did and how good you are, intermittently pressing soft kisses on your wet face.

You feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a comforting rhythm that wraps around you like a protective cocoon. The warmth emanating from his body seeps into yours, making you feel calm and protected.

Joel’s not surprised that you need physical affection and closeness right now, knowing that humiliation is one of the most effective ways to make you fly – and crash.

Falling apart in front of somebody, allowing them to see you in such a raw, uninhibited state, is an incredibly vulnerable act.

Joel is not taking your trust lightly.

When he sees you wipe your nose with your arm, he swivels you back to his desk and opens the drawer to get you some tissues. Your heart skips a beat when you see what else is inside, but you keep quiet.

“Was I really good?” You mumble after listening to Joel’s calming heartbeat for a few minutes.

“You were perfect, baby,” he says softly, pressing a tender kiss on the crown of your head.

“So, can you fuck me now?”

The vibrations of Joel’s chuckles reverberate beneath you, making you laugh yourself.

“How about we make sure you drink enough and eat something first, hm?”

“Just say that your refractory period is getting longer, old man.”

“Why, hello,” he laughs and pinches your sides, making you squeal, “the princess is back.” You lift your head to look into his eyes. His beautiful, warm eyes. “You think I’ll fuck you if you keep being a brat, hm?”

“That’s exactly what I think. Because you always do. Because you love it.”

“Wow,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “All this just now and you’re still sassing me?”

“Just admit you fucking love it, so we can move on and decide what we wanna have for dinner,” you murmur.

Joel can’t hold back the beaming smile that’s spreading across his face.

Save for last time, you usually leave shortly after you’ve come down. He’ll sometimes ask if you want to stay a bit, but will never pressure you into doing so – even if it hurts him.

And it does, sometimes, if he’s being honest.

“Alright, alright,” he sighs deeply, his smile betraying his mocking tone. “I fucking love it when you’re a little brat and torture me all fucking day, making me sit in a fucking meeting for hours on end with a hard cock, listening to some rich fucks who want me to build some bullshit building for them.”

You giggle at the description of his day and kiss his dimple. “I really am sorry, you know.”

“No you’re not,” he shakes his head. “Now, what are you in the mood for?”

“Can we, um, can we go eat the fattiest, unhealthiest junk food ever and then wash it down with huge cups of pure sugar, so we’re both gonna have a stomach ache for the next three days?”

“Have I ever told you you’re perfect before?”

---

You step out of the shower, dry off, wash your face with Joel’s face wash and drink a glass of water. Joel put your bag outside the door when you were in the shower, giving you space to do your thing and going downstairs to take a shower there himself.

You’re kind of tired now, feeling a little burnt out.

You put on your panties and retrieve the comfy gym shorts you were smart enough to bring with you from your bag. They’re the only other clean piece of clothing besides the dress you could find in your drawer this morning.

“Joel?” You shout from the top of the stairs.

“Yeah?”

“Can I borrow a t-shirt?”

“Sure, darlin’. Just grab one you like.”

“Thank you.”

You smile and make your way to Joel’s bedroom. Opening the drawer, your eyes fall on a white shirt you’ve seen him wear many times. Don’t do it. You sigh defeatedly and lift the shirt up to your face, inhaling the unmistakable scent.

Then you suddenly remember it. Fuck. You need to make sure.

You put on the shirt and quickly walk to the office. Taking a deep breath and making sure Joel’s not watching you snoop through his things, you open the drawer.

The polaroid feels strange in your hand as you lift it to take a closer look.

It’s one of Tommy, you and Joel in it, from the night Tommy introduced you two. You don’t even remember taking this one, but now that you’re looking at it, you see something. It’s the way you’re smiling.

You turn the photo and read the handwritten note that catches your eye.

when I met her

You swallow hard and put it back. It doesn’t mean anything. You hung the other polaroid, the one of only you and Joel, up in your apartment and that doesn’t mean anything either—right?

“Babe?” Joel’s voice pulls you back.

You turn around and look at him, startled. “I, uh, was just looking for some batteries. Couldn’t find any though.”

“I got plenty downstairs,” he says with a tilt of his head. “Come on, let’s go.”

---

You’re sitting in a booth, munching on your burger, intermittently sipping your soda. You don’t even realize you haven’t answered Joel for the third time.

“Are you sure everything’s okay, sweetheart?” Joel touches your arm, his brow furrowed. You look at his concerned face, his cute little frown, before putting down your burger with a sigh.

“I, uh,” you start but can’t think of the right words. “I’m just feeling a little off these days, I guess. Work’s been stressful and, um, you–you’re gonna think I’m weird,” you murmur while picking at the fries on your plate.

“Darlin’,” Joel sighs, taking your hand into his, “you’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles when he sees your offended face. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He rubs the back of your hand softly and searches your eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?”

“It’s, um,” you clear your throat. “Do you ever get this feeling that there’s something looming?”

He tilts his head and looks at you curiously. “I’m not sure I follow, darlin’?”

“Like if you’re happy, do you ever feel like it’s not real, it can’t be real, and there’s something looming? Like there’s something just waiting to fuck everything up?”

When he doesn’t answer, you avert your gaze and try to withdraw your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m killing the vi–”

“No, sweetheart. Hey, c’mere.” He extends both of his hands to you on the table and you give him yours to hold. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, “your question just caught me off guard a little.”

You softly rub his hand with your right thumb and study his features. He looks gorgeous with his tousled hair and his big cow eyes.

“Look, I know that happiness is hard to accept sometimes because we’re afraid of it not lasting. It may even seem easier to sabotage it preemptively, so we’re not disappointed or don’t get hurt when something bad does happen. And I also know that we sometimes don’t think we even deserve to be happy.”

Bingo.

“But sweetheart, I need you to understand something,” he squeezes your hands gently, his sincere eyes boring into you.

“If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.”

You try your best to blink away the tears that are forming in your eyes.

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callsign-relic · 21 days ago

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(Not a request dw)

Re: Titan/ Living City Megs

Ough. First of all, ough. (positive)

Second, imagine waking up in a massive city, far too large for somebody of your stature. But it is thanks to your proximity to the ground that you can feel it, hear it hum with mechanical life. It is with this realization that you notice the feeling of being watched, as well.

Such an intense, all consuming gaze that seems to originate from nowhere, yet everywhere. All at once.

That means you aren't alone here. Surely. So you tentatively call out for help, for somebody, anybody to explain what's going on here. But.

There is no response.

None except the low hum of the city itself. The buildings you explore rearrange themselves to allow you free access to higher shelves. Doors open and close around you, the streets themselves shift to usher you along faster. But no matter how far you attempt to walk in one direction, you can't seem to find an end to the towering, empty buildings.

And that stare. The one that follows your every movement, and seems to soften slightly at the sight of you climbing things, eating the human safe human sized foods you find around. (Never stale, or rotten, but always stored neatly like someone had come by to restock it. Though you never wind up seeing the one responsible.)

The staring persists even when you find a soft place to sleep at night. Often passing out from pure exhaustion thanks to how far you've walked, and how long it takes you to sleep whilst being scrutinized this closely.

The only thing that soothes you about this never ending cityscape is the steady passage of time displayed on any nearby screens. Orderly, and constant. The city ensures that your needs are being met at precise hours, down to the minute sometimes. It lets you do your own thing most of the time, but when any such moment arises you will be shepherded to the nearest building with available food or cozy places to rest in it.

You would almost be comforted by the knowledge that the city cares for you, understands your needs. But the loneliness eats at you the longer you stay here. You try talking to the city, but you do not receive an answer. Not one you could understand, at least. The words it speaks crawl across screens, and echo from speakers. But the language is equally alien to you in both formats, and you can't understand it.

So you wander on, in search of an exit. And so it rearranges itself to keep its sole resident close to its very heart.

-Not a Request Anon

OUUUGGHHHHHHH…. (Positively)

Cityformer Megs my absolute beloved. The fact that he’s keeping you close to his heart, his most sensitive place, when all you want to do is get out… Megatron knew it was selfish of him. But this poor creature would never make it on Cybertron. The least he could do was spare it its doomed fate… and besides, it made him feel less lonely. The untraversed corridors of his body, now filled with the tiniest speck of life…

If he concentrated, he could feel your little pedes patter upon his metal flooring.

#relic answers #titan au

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leggerefiore · 6 months ago

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Evening-In Together

cw: fluff, short drabble

characters: Cyrus, Ingo, Emmet

🌌Cyrus🛰

It came as a surprise when Cyrus had called and asked if you wanted anything from a beef bowl place that he was getting take-out from. You had told him what you wanted, and he hummed thoughtfully. A promise to be home soon was proven to be accurate as he showed up within the hour with the food. His mood was oddly bright as he placed down the food on the table. It all would have felt strange, especially when he embraced you tightly and pressed a chaste kiss to your temple, yet he quickly explained that an important project was nearly finished.

Dinner was enjoyed with a light conversation. The food was good. Cyrus certainly had good taste in restaurants. Everything felt light. Dishes were done by the both of you, him offering a rare hand. Then, you ended up together on the couch. His pokemon were out, giving them a rare moment to relax around the home. Weavile instantly curled up on a free place on the couch while Houndoom laid near you both. An expensive bottle of wine that Cyrus had received from a business partner was brought out. He quietly enjoyed a glass while offering you one, too. Crobat was intrigued by the red liquid yet turned away after smelling it.

The curtains of the veranda door had been pulled back, revealing the night sky across the Veilstone cityscape. A shining waning crescent hung in the sky. Stars twinkled brightly among it. Few clouds populated the black abyss. Honchkrow watched near the door curiously, perhaps wanting to fly. A telescope lay under its cover near the door. Cyrus's astronomy hobby often saw him gazing out into the vast expanse of space. You recalled many times peering through it and listening to his deep voice explain what he was showing you with such passion. Galactic… You wondered if his inheritance influenced his interest there.

Leaning your head on his shoulder, you sighed at the warmth that came from him. His appearance was truly a surprise. Separating him from his work felt nearly impossible at times. You missed him dearly when he threw himself fully into it. Sometimes, you even debated showing up at the Galactic Headquarters just to demand his attention and remind him that you were lovers in case he had somehow forgotten. His arm came around your shoulders. Cyrus pulled you in closer to him. The alcohol had caused a bright flush to spread on his face.

“… The silence of night is the closest thing to my ideal world,” he mumbled out. You did not really understand his words. A small smile spread across his face as he caught your chin suddenly. His lips pressed against your own. The kiss was filled with a strange amount of passion. He pulled away with lidded eyes. “You always invade my thoughts…” His voice was a low rumble, “I expect you to take responsibility, beloved.”

Your heart raced at his words. The relaxing evening had its mood entirely changed.

▲Ingo▼

You had been shocked when Ingo opened the front door nearly three hours earlier than when you would begin to expect him to. He had taken a later shift today, after all. The shock was only worsened by the grocery bags on his arms. He looked a bit sheepish when you gasped at him, but he shrugged it off quickly and placed the bags in the kitchen. “… Emmet offered to stay in my stead,” it was explained, “I… I had a sudden dizzy spell related to perhaps skipping one too many breaks. I decided to make up for it in a way for us both.” The food was unpacked and separated out into ingredient areas. You offered to help him make it, worried about him growing unsteady again. The venture turned playful and fun quite quickly. While you certainly were not as in sync with him as Emmet could be, you managed to find quite a comfortable rhythm to work with him.

Dinner was soon finished and served. Ingo complimented you sweetly, giving a small applause. You could only do the same to him and give him a playful bravo back. The meal was thoroughly enjoyed with an easy discussion. Ingo spoke about his day, giving some entertaining stories about what he saw on the trains. You could not help but gasp. Some people really had no common sense. The two of you washed the dishes together before making your way over to the couch to unwind. Ingo turned on some horrible reality television show before sending out his pokemon. Chandelure let out a jealous cry at the sight of you two cuddled up. Any planned attacks were cancelled by Crustle sneaking over crawling near you both on the couch. It chittered happily at a light scratch you gave its shell.

You glanced around the room at the settling pokemon and sighed. His team worked hard to meet the battle standards he needed. Their love of fighting blended well with Ingo's passion as a trainer. You truly believed that he could train any pokemon if he put his mind to it. His patience and competence truly reflected in how he battled a fair yet challenging manner. Haxorus moved to curl up to sleep. You smiled. His love of trains and battles truly mixed we with his career. He just simply failed to take care of himself sometimes, and it was unfortunate. Emmet worked with you to help better manage those habits of his.

You eventually somehow got him to lay his head in your lap and rest properly. Fingers treaded through his silvery strands, feeling the softness of the short hair. A soft groan came from him, making your cheeks burn for a moment. Shaking your mind from whatever bad thought had entered, you continued to play with his hair as the show reached a fever pitch in its drama. Neither of you was likely actually playing attention at this point. You shifted his head to look up at you. A smile spread across your lips at his sleepy expression. Leaning down, you pecked his lips quickly and encouraged him to go ahead and sleep. “… Why not join me?” he offered with a yawn, “Won't you?”

You would not deny such an earnest request. A position shift brought you into Ingo's warmth, which made you begin to drift off to sleep.

▽Emmet△

It had been a surprise when the door opened to reveal Emmet. You had not really been sure of his shift today, but you had thought it to be a later one. He smiled brightly at you as he entered and placed the bag that he had on the table. Before you question what he had, food was placed out on the table. It was take-out from a place that you enjoyed. Your eyes widened. Emmet looked smug. He sat down and asked that you two share dinner. You were not going to reject such a nice gesture. Dinner moved quickly and mostly quietly. Emmet was never the biggest talker, and he especially was not while eating.

The surprises kept coming as he pulled out a dessert for you both to share as well. You could only giggle as he held out a fork to feed you. Letting him do so, you managed to also do the same to him. The sweet was thoroughly enjoyed. His pokemon had been let out after you finished eating. Dishes were left in the sink after being just rinsed as the two of you ended up on the couch together. Emmet held you two his chest as you both laid down. The television showed some competitive battling show, but you did not really care for it. Galvantula made a sad clicking noise as she realised that there was no room to cuddle. Emmet brought down a hand to give her a few comforting pets. You sighed. The poor thing.

The Joltiks were surely out somewhere in the apartment, but locating them when they wished to hide was always a pain. A few batteries could lure them out, but with Galvantula out, she would just take them instead. Eelektross curled up in a corner while Durant crept around to investigate crumbs around the table curiously. You always found his choice of pokemon so curious. Electric types and bug types. Emmet had a fascination for certain, yet they also suited his personality so well. You felt his hand come to stroke your hair. Complicated thoughts were drawn to a halt.

Emmet was simply too sweet. A surprise, he had said, for dealing with how busy he had been lately. There was no need, but he did it still. His flagrant affection was something that made him so oddly appealing to you. There were no secrets with him. He was almost an open-book who valued the truth. Even in times that you wished him to lie just a little, he would still speak his thoughts openly. Emmet's policies are what made him so difficult yet simple.

Nuzzling into his chest, you revelled in his warmth. The hand that previously pet Galvantula was brought around your waist, hugging you closer to him. A soft sound came from him. You turned to see his face. That ever-present smile on his face was too cute to resist. A hand came to rest on his cheek. He rubbed into it and giggled. “Hi, darling,” he cooed, “You are verrrry cute. I love you.” His words may have seemed basic, but you felt delighted by them nonetheless. Emmet struggled with speaking often. You both leaned in for a quick kiss.

Then, Emmet switched positions. You felt his weight push against you as he rested his head on your chest instead. It seemed he was still feeling playful.

#pokemon x reader #ingo x reader #cyrus x reader #emmet x reader #pokemon/reader #ingo/reader #emmet/reader #cyrus/reader #pokemon ingo x reader #pokemon emmet x reader #pokemon cyrus x reader

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tinydefector · 6 months ago

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Laboratory Logs 3

Shockwave x human

Word count: 5k

Warning: swearing

Shockwave masterlist

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Tiny sits on Shockwave's shoulder as he works in the Academy; he had been away earlier at another council meeting. "Shockwave is everything alright?" He asks softly Shockwave's posture stiffens slightly as he pauses in his work, his attention shifting to the small man perched atop him.

"I am functioning within acceptable parameters, beloved," Shockwave replies, his voice steady and composed. "However, the council meeting did not yield the desired results. Political negotiations can be...frustrating."

He takes a moment to adjust his optics, briefly glancing at Tiny to acknowledge his concern. Despite his stoic demeanour, Shockwave appreciates the genuine care and consideration that Tiny shows him, he knows that it was difficult for the young man to adapt but he cared deeply for his human lover.

"Your concern is appreciated," Shockwave continues, his tone softening slightly. "But I assure you, I will manage. Frustration is an expected part of my duties."

Tiny leans against Shockwave's helm pressing his cheek into the metal. "Sorry things didn't go well" they mumble softly. "Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked. Tiny didn't want Shockwave locking himself up in the laboratory again. "How about we go out for a bit, go exploring, you can show me more of your planet, you know the outer rims" they state with a smile.

Shockwave's optics flickers with a mix of surprise and appreciation as Tiny leans against his helm, he processes Tiny's words. "Exploring the outer rims does sound more appealing than being here" Shockwave states, a hint of enthusiasm entering his voice. He carefully sets aside his work, ensuring it is secure before turning his attention fully to Tiny. With a gentle motion, he lifts Tiny from his shoulder and cradles him in his servos, their eyes meeting.

"I believe a change of scenery will be beneficial for both of us."

With a nod, Shockwave begins to make his way out of the laboratory. Tiny squeals as Shockwave transformers, he had never gotten used to the Cybertronian transforming around him. "You do that just to spook me everything!" They playfully shout as they sit back in the comfortable seat. Head resting back as Shockwave takes off. Shockwave chuckles softly at Tiny's playful accusation, the sound resonating through his frame as he transforms into his alt-mode. He adjusts his seating, ensuring Tiny is secure and comfortable before taking off.

"It is not my intention to spook you, sparkles," Shockwave replies with a hint of amusement. "But I cannot deny that the transformation process can be quite dramatic." As they soar through the skies of Cybertron, Shockwave's optics scan the landscape ahead, considering their destination.

“Show off” Tiny whispers which makes Shockwave laugh more. They enjoy watching the city fade into the strange landscape of Cybertron. "Where are we heading this time?" They inquire while leaning onto the dash.

"We are heading towards the outskirts of Kaon, where the cityscape gives way to more natural terrain," Shockwave explains, his voice steady and informative. "There, we can witness the vast crystalline formations that adorn the landscape. They are truly a sight to behold. One I believe you may enjoy due to the flora nature Of some areas" He gently adjusts his course, the sleek form of his alt-mode gliding effortlessly through the air. The wind rushes past them, carrying with it a sense of freedom and adventure.

“Spoiling me again handsome, you know how much I love Flora, gods one day I'd love to show you my planet's plant life.” He sighs with a smile dancing across his face remembering all the plants he use to have. “miss My plants alot” it makes Shockwave hum in acknowledgement, storing The Information away for the future.

“I hope you find the beauty of Cybertron's exterior as captivating as I do," Shockwave adds, his voice filled with genuine enthusiasm. "It is a realm that holds many secrets and wonders waiting to be discovered. I have so much I wish to show you and maybe in the future I will show you Delphi and some other planets" they continue their journey.

"Ohh another explanation to take samples?" He teases, knowing full well that Shockwave's scientist mind was always looking for new groundbreaking things.

Shockwave's optic flickers with a hint of amusement as he processes Tiny's teasing remark. He appreciates the light-hearted banter that they share, in truth he had grown to love their little remarks and challenges.

"Ah, you have discovered my true intentions, Tiny," Shockwave says with a playful tone. "Dragging you along for samples after you convinced me to get ‘fresh air’ how will you cope’ my spark." He chuckles softly, his voice filled with a mix of fondness and amusement.

"Rest assured, I will resist the urge to collect samples unless absolutely necessary, I will try" Shockwave assures, his tone tinged with mock seriousness. "Ah my beautiful nerdy bot, tell me more about rock samples, it really get me going” Tiny sighed with a look of pure content, eyes half lidded as he listened to Shockwave.

The playful banter between them adds an additional layer of enjoyment to their exploration. "Well I look forward to seeing what surprises you have in store babe" Tiny teasingly whispers.

"I am certain you will not be disappointed, Tiny," Shockwave replies, his voice filled with anticipation. "Cybertron, even in its vastness, holds countless surprises and marvels." As they approach their destination, Shockwave carefully lands, his transformation reverting him back to his bipedal form.

Together, they set off, their footsteps echoing against the terrain as they venture deeper into the outskirts of Kaon. The crystalline formations shimmer in the ambient light, casting a mesmerising glow. Shockwave's keen optics scan their surroundings, searching for any interesting phenomena or potential discoveries. However, he talks about all the small details and shows different aspects of material of the planet.

Tiny takes to observing everything they walk past, the cyberflora, the crystal, metal looking plant life that mingled with organic plant matter is what catches his eyes. He's fascinated looking at the blend between the life forms. "These are beautiful, what are they called?" He asks Shockwave. Shockwave's optic brightens with interest.

"These particular specimens are known as Oplinium Lithia Ciprua, opalised Lithium flowers'' Shockwave answers, his voice steady and informative. "They are a result of the harmonious integration between Cyberniusm fusions and organic plant matter and opalization, creating a symbiotic relationship that is visually striking."

He gestures towards a cluster of them, their metallic leaves intertwining with delicate vines and vibrant petals. The plants emit a soft, ethereal glow, casting a colourful spectrum across their surroundings.

"Each Cyberfusion Flora as they are categorised as a specimen is unique, adapting to its environment each cluster can form different crystals and metals," Shockwave continues. "Some provide energy, while others possess medicinal properties or help purify the atmosphere."

As they continue their exploration, Shockwave shares his knowledge about the Cyberfusion Flora, describing their characteristics, uses, He finds joy in witnessing Tiny's curiosity and appreciation for the natural wonders of his home planet.

"They are beautiful, I've never seen anything like this, I've seen cross bred plants, grafted hybrids but never seen anything like this, is it a common occurrence here?" They ask while slowly running their fingers over the pretty flowers.

"While Cyberfusion Flora is not as common as other types of plant life on Cybertron, they can be found in certain regions where the integration occurs due to climate or other factors," Shockwave explains.He watches as Tiny runs their fingers over the intricate petals of the flowers, a gentle smile tugging at the corners of his lip plating. Shockwave himself refrains from touching the delicate flora, his servos remaining respectfully by his side.

Tiny continues to look at them. " Am I allowed to pick one or are they a protected species here, I don't want to take one if these ones are a protected or endangered species" their eyes flicker to his optics. Shockwave's optics narrow slightly as he processes Tiny's inquiry about picking a flowers. He appreciates Tiny's consideration for the well-being of the species and the ecosystem as a whole.

"These ones are indeed a protected species," Shockwave confirms, his voice firm yet understanding. "Their unique nature and contribution to the ecosystem make them valuable and deserving of preservation." He takes a moment to observe the flower that caught his attention, its intricate design and vibrant colours. With a careful touch, he plucks it from its stem, holding it gently in his servo.

"However, I can make an exception in this particular case," Shockwave says, his voice softening slightly. "I know you will treasure it." With a graceful motion, he presents the flower to Tiny, his gaze meeting his lovers. It is a small gesture, but one that carries the sentiment of their journey and the beauty they have learnt from together, organic and cybernetic.

As Tiny accepts the flower, he laugh and leans up to press a soft kiss to Shockwave nasal ridge. "You're gonna get us in trouble one day" he teases, giggling. His processor momentarily processes the unexpected action before a faint warmth spreads through his frame. He can't help but emit a soft chortle at Tiny's teasing remark.

"Trouble has never deterred me before, Tiny," Shockwave replies, his voice laced with amusement. "And if it means sharing moments like this with you, I am more than willing to face the consequences."

With a gentle yet firm grip, Shockwave lifts Tiny up, their laughter filling the air as they continue their exploration. Pointing out various landscape beauties, Shockwave shares his knowledge and observations, immersing both of them in the wonders of Cybertron's exterior. As they venture deeper into the unknown, Shockwave can't help but feel a sense of contentment and joy. Tiny held his spark even if the human didn't fully know it.

Light catches Tiny's eyes as he looks off in the distance.

Shockwave notices the change in Tiny's expression as their gaze fixates on a distant point, captivated by something that catches his eye. His optics follow their line of sight, his attention shifting to whatever has piqued their interest.

"What do you see, Tiny?" Shockwave inquires, his voice steady and curious. He adjusts his stance, positioning himself to get a better view of the distant object or phenomenon.

"Don't know but it looks like light cracking under the surface of the planet, is.. is that even possible here?" He asked slightly worried. Shockwave's optic narrows with intrigue as Tiny describes the phenomenon he has spotted. His processor immediately starts analysing the possibilities. "Light cracking under the surface of Cybertron... that sounds like a hotspot," Shockwave responds, his voice tinged with curiosity. "While it may seem unlikely, it is not entirely impossible, but all the way out here..." He trails off as he over analyses it.

"It is highly probable that you have stumbled upon a hotspot for new sparks," Shockwave explains, his voice steady and informative. "These areas beneath Cybertron's surface are known to emit radiant energy during the creation of new Cybertronian lifeforms. The cracks you see could be the result of this intense energy release."

Shockwave's optics gleam with a mix of scientific fascination and admiration

"Such hotspots are rare and hold great importance in the cycle of life on Cybertron," Shockwave continues. "If we are indeed witnessing the birth of new sparks, it is a remarkable event." He turns to Tiny, a hint of Mischief and excitement evident in his voice. "Shall we investigate further, Tiny?"

Tiny holds on to Shockwave as the two make their way closer, the young man's eyes dart around nervously. As Shockwave and Tiny approach the area where the cracks of light under the surface of Cybertron were observed, both of them remain vigilant, their senses heightened. The nervousness in Tiny's eyes does not go unnoticed by Shockwave, and he tightens his grip on Tiny, offering reassurance through his presence.

Their attention is drawn to movement, and their eyes lock onto the emerging figures. Newly forged Cybertronians, disoriented and confused, stand before them. "Welcome, new ones," Shockwave addresses them, his voice calm and measured.

With a mixture of curiosity and determination, Shockwave steps forward, offering his assistance and knowledge to the newly forged Cybertronians. He is prepared to dedicate his expertise and resources to help them integrate into the Cybertronian society.

Shockwave continues talking with them slowly explaining things the best he can. Giving directions to his Academy so they could have a head start with life. Tiny takes his time to wander around taking in the cooling crust of the planet. His eyes catch the moment of a much smaller figure. "Shockwave!" He calls out loudly, out of view from the Cybertronian.

Shockwave's attention is fully focused on the newly forged Cybertronians, However, as Tiny's voice breaks through the air, calling out his name with urgency, Shockwave's attention immediately shifts. He swiftly turns toward the direction of the call, his optics scanning for any signs of danger or urgency.

"Little light?" Shockwave responds, his voice projecting a calm yet attentive tone. He briefly excuses himself from the newly forged Cybertronians, As he approaches, Shockwave's optics lock onto the smaller figure. "What have you found, Tiny?" Shockwave inquires, his voice filled with curiosity as he joins Tiny's side.

Tinys eyes linger on a much smaller form, little blue optics flickering up at him as the young man kneels down to them. It was a sparkling, something that was extremely rare to find. Tiny slowly reaches out to them pulling them up and cradling them. "Gods your heavy bubba" he mumbles softly. Before his eyes meet Shockwave's.

Shockwave's optics widen in surprise as he witnesses the interaction between Tiny and a sparkling. "Wait, Tiny," Shockwave begins, his voice filled with concern. He moves closer, attempting to intervene and separate the sparkling from Tiny, but it is too late. The sparkling has already latched on Tiny, recognizing him as its caregiver.

Shockwave's optics narrow as he observes the sparkling cooing and clicking at Tiny. "Remarkable," Shockwave murmurs, his voice a mixture of astonishment and curiosity. He steps closer, studying the sparkling and Tiny intently. The weight of the situation settles upon him,

guidance for their development, as they are now dependent on you, Tiny. "The sparkling has imprinted on you, Tiny," Shockwave continues, his voice calm yet serious. "It sees you as its caregiver." Shockwave's optics shift between Tiny and the sparkling, his concern evident in his voice.

Tiny's eyes go wide. "Wait, wait what, you're saying cause I picked them up that I kinda just became their mum?" He asked worried as the little sparkling squeals in delight snuggling into his shoulder. Tiny tightens his hold on them so they don't fall. Shockwave's optics observe Tiny's reaction to the revelation. He approaches Tiny cautiously, his servo gently resting on the sparklings back. The sparkling's delighted squeals tug at his spark,

"I am concerned for both you and the sparkling," Shockwave admits, his voice softening. "While I am still learning about human development and the dynamics of such relationships. I'm not well versed in human culture with young" he states hoping to find out some information from his lover. He doesn't even know if humans have sparklings or anything like this.

He pauses, gathering his thoughts before continuing. "If needed I can find a carrier who can take them, I don't wish to put the burden of a sparkling on you, forgive me I didn't think we would find one nor a hotspot." Shockwave's concern for Tiny's well-being is evident in his optics, a rare display of vulnerability.

Together, they will navigate the challenges that lie ahead, drawing strength from their bond and the love they share.

Tiny looks down at the sparkling curled into his side. He stands still for a moment debating with himself. "Shockwave, do you want a child?" He asked softly

Shockwave's optics widen slightly, caught off guard by Tiny's question. His processor nearly failed. The concept of having a child, especially in their unique circumstances, brings a mixture of thoughts and emotions to the forefront of his mind.

After a brief moment of contemplation, Shockwave's voice remains calm and measured as he responds, "I have never considered the prospect of having a sparkling before, Tiny. As a Cybertronian, reproduction and parenthood are complex subjects, and my primary focus has always been on scientific research and advancement. It has just never been something offered to me"

"I must admit, though, that my understanding of human parenting is limited," Shockwave adds, his voice tinged with sincerity. "We would need to learn and adapt, sparklings require a lot of attention and Energon" He awaits Tiny's response, aware that this decision will greatly impact their lives and the future they envision together.

"Well if you're willing to help me I wish to keep them, not gonna leave a baby in need. Plus aren't you the cutest little thing I have ever seen, yes you are, look at you cutest little cyber baby ever" he coos at the sparkling making them chirp and their field pulse as if trying to form a connection. A hint of a smile tugs at the corners of Shockwave's mouth as he acknowledges the undeniable bond that has already formed.

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Tiny sits quietly as Shockwave works on his new cybernetics, his eyes are hollow as he tries to take in everything. All up it was just too much to process in one go, so instead he watches as Shockwave tinkers with his leg. "Where are we?, this doesn't look like Jhiaxus Academy" he says wearily, so far he had broken down multiple times over just how his lover looked. This wasn't the mech he married so much about this Shockwave, screamed Different, altered but it was still his Shockwave, still his husband.

Shockwave's optic flickered with concentration as he continued to work on Tiny's cybernetic leg. He carefully adjusted the mechanisms, his movements precise and calculated. The question that escaped Tiny's weary lips caused Shockwave to pause momentarily to meet his gaze.

"This is my Laboratory on Delphi”

He carefully set aside his tools and turned to face Tiny fully,

"I understand that this may be a lot to process,"

Shockwave continued, He reached out a hand, offering it to Tiny for support.

"We will take things at your pace,"

As Tiny's hollow eyes met his, Shockwave's spark ached with a mixture of love and sadness. He longed to see that light return, to witness the spark of recognition and joy in Tiny's gaze once again. But he knew that healing took time, that the wounds inflicted ran deep. And as Tiny sat quietly, processing the overwhelming changes that had transpired, Shockwave remained tinkering,

Tiny slowly tests the cybernetics listening to each instruction from Shockwave. "They feel weird." He states, moving the robotic fingers watching each motion from the Cybertronian.

"The sensation you are experiencing is a result of the cybernetics' integration with your neural pathways. The feedback may feel unusual at first, but your neural pathways will adapt over time."

He continued to monitor Tiny's movements, ensuring that the cybernetics responded as intended. His focus remained solely on the functionality and efficiency of the enhancements.

"Please continue to test the range of motion and dexterity of the robotic fingers, Report any abnormalities or discomfort you may encounter."

Shockwave instructed, his voice precise and clinical.

As Tiny followed his instructions, Shockwave's optics scrutinised each motion, searching for any signs of malfunction or inefficiency. His mind worked through countless calculations, seeking to optimise the performance of the cybernetics to their fullest potential.

"Your neural pathways are responding appropriately to the commands. The integration appears to be functioning within expected parameters."

Shockwave noted, He paused for a moment, his optic flickering with a hint of something that resembled concern.

Tiny tries to stand up, and the cybernetic leg gives out the moment he tries to take a step making him yelp.Shockwave's optic narrowed.

"Stay still,"

Shockwave instructed, his voice firm yet tinged with a trace of worry. He swiftly moved to Tiny's side, providing support to prevent him from falling further.

"It appears that there may be a calibration issue with the leg's motor control."

He carefully examined the cybernetic leg, his skilled hands delicately assessing the mechanisms and connections. The failure of the leg was a setback, but Shockwave was determined to rectify the issue and ensure Tiny's mobility.

"I apologise for the inconvenience and discomfort,"

Shockwave said, his tone showing a hint of genuine remorse. With focused precision, Shockwave made the necessary adjustments, recalibrating the motor control of the cybernetic leg. He meticulously tested the range of motion and stability, ensuring that it met the required standards.

"Try standing again,"

Shockwave instructed, his voice steady and encouraging. Tiny attempted to stand once more, Shockwave observed closely, his optics scanning for any signs of instability or malfunction.

“functions and calibrations not working to satisfaction ”

He states running another quick diagnostic. Tiny lets out a sigh of irrigation. His brain is racing with so many questions, his heart aches and he wants to cry. "Where is Traxies?" He asked finally.

Shockwave's hands paused in their adjustments as Tiny's question pierced through the air. For a brief moment, his optic flickered with a mix of sorrow and regret, emotions that he struggled to suppress. He understood the pain and longing in Tiny's voice, as he too carried the weight of loss within his spark.

"Traxies...,"

"I'm afraid I don't have the answer you seek. Traxies is no longer with us."

Shockwave began, his voice measured and controlled. The words hung heavy in the air.

He knew that words alone could not heal the wounds of such a profound loss. And so, he focused on his work, silently hoping that his efforts to restore Tiny's mobility would provide a distraction, if only momentarily.

"I understand that this news may be difficult to accept,"

Shockwave's thoughts drifted back to Traxies, his own grief mingling with the pain he saw in Tiny's eyes. He wished he could offer more than just words, that he could bring them back, but such wishes were beyond his reach.

Tiny deflates eyes glossing over as he stares at the floor before he begins choking up in sobs, small hiccups leave him as tears run down his face. "No, no, no I left them with Orion. Oh gods how long have I been out, I need to find him" he begins panicking trying to move again. It had been millennia since the empurata now. Orion wasn't the same either anymore now Optimus prime

Shockwave's optic narrowed slightly as he observed the distress and panic overtaking Tiny. Millennia had elapsed, and the world had changed significantly,

"Tiny, I understand your concern,"

Shockwave said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion.

"The passage of time has brought about considerable changes. Orion Pax is no longer the same individual."

"Your well-being and safety are of utmost importance to me"

Shockwave emphasised his voice firm.

Tiny sobs loudly as Shockwave slowly gathers them in his arm. "Our baby I want our sparkling" he cries. Clinging to Shockwave

“your recovery and well-being. Is my priority. Your body is not stable enough to function by itself"

As Tiny's sobs continued to echo through the room, Shockwave's spark ached for his lover. He longed to offer more than just logical reasoning, to provide comfort and solace in the face of such deep sorrow but he had no answer.

With a hesitant yet decisive motion, Shockwave gently gathered Tiny into his arms, his grip firm yet tender.

"I understand your desire to have our sparkling,"

Shockwave murmured softly, his voice barely above a whisper.

"But the reality is that our circumstances have changed. This is our new reality."

As he held Tiny, Shockwave's hand began to trace gentle patterns along his back,

He continued to hold Tiny, feeling the tremors of sorrow that wracked his companion's frame.

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Shouts can be heard throughout the ship. Ultra Magnus yelling "Bolt Hotrod!" The high-pitched whine of powerful engines echoed through the ship's echoing halls as two trails of coloured blur tore around the tight corners, weaving wildly to evade the pursuing commander's reaching grasp.

"Ha, better luck next time, old timer!" Rodimus crowded cheekily, armour plates flush with the thrill of escape. His paint job gleamed iridescent gold in the flickering lights, Traxies whooping with wild abandon.

Ultra Magnus' vocalizer crackled with equal parts wrath and weariness at the endless game, yet his pedes pounded determination against their fleeing forms. He would retrieve his saboteurs eventually.

Their pranks may inspire endless circuits aflame, Rodimus mused as the dust settled,

Traxies laughs loudly as both him and Rodimus get away. "Fragging pits Rod you trying to get us in trouble!" The blue speedster yells through fits of laughter as he transforms

Rodimus tossed his helm back in raucous laughter, armour panels radiating warmth as they streaked around another tight corner. Magnus' angered bellows now faded into the distance, their victory assured.

"Aw, don't be such a , Trax!" Rodimus twinkled as he skidded to a flashy halt, fans whirring madly. His plating still sang triumph's song even as his friend regained bi-pedal mode. "Like you didn't enjoy every click of it!" Carefree grin fading, Rodimus affectionately.

"Come on, let's fuel up before the big lug box tracks us down. Another joor of freedom waits!" His engine purred carefree once more, Traxies is quick to follow Rodimus, the younger bot waves to others as they make it into swerves bar.

"There's our favourite troublemaker captain and his protégé!" Swerve cried jubilantly, tossing back a high grade in salute. Laughter and shouted praise rose up as Rodimus swung dramatically into an empty booth, Traxies perching gleefully across from him.

"You should've seen the look on ol' Magnus' face!" Rodimus cackled, servos drumming the table eagerly as Swerve delivered their preferred engex. Around them swirled a celebration of youth. Rodimus' optics gleamed, meeting the adoring gazes of his younger friend with a carefree grin.

But it's short lived as Megatron, Ultra Magnus and Ratchet stand in the doorway. Glaring down the two bots. "Slag it roddy you said it was a prank, I don't need more issues with reports back home!" The younger hisses to his friend. Rodimus' cheerful grin faltered as three formidable figures loomed in the open doorway, casting the bar into a grim shadow. Beside him, Traxies uttered a distressed squeak, armour clamping tight with impending doom.

Megatron's scowl promised eons of torment with more paperwork, while Magnus radiated wrath hot enough to melt polymers. Only Ratchet's exasperated glare held any glimmer of mercy. "Well, frag me," Rodimus muttered, fans stuttering desperately. He raised palms in a token of amity, engine whining pitifully. "Come on, mechs, it was just a harmless giggle - you know how grouchy ol' Magnus gets without a good prank!"

Traxies buried his faceplate against Rodimus' shoulder plating, laments muffled. But not quickly enough to elude the keen audials of his intended commander, whose frown deepened towards nova-level threats.

"Traxies with me, now" Ratchet calls out, leaving Rodimus to both Megatron and Ultra Magnus. The blue bots doors flicker on his back lowering as he follows Ratchet.

Rodimus' optics flashed urgently at Traxies. "It's okay, Roddy...you tried," Traxies whispered, visor dimming under Ratchet's protective shadow. But the younger bot's sadness weighed heavier on Rodimus' spark than all of Cybertron's crushing eons.

Rodimus' plating clamped taut as Megatron's servos ensnared his plating, hauling him

"Your antics test even my renowned patience, Prime” Megatron grumbled.

"You gonna grill me again Ratch?" The young bot ask while following Ratchet. He knew the three would probably report back to Optimus over his misconduct on ship. Traxies may have been young but he knew more that he'd ever let on. "Rat Me out to boss bot?" He asked.

"Your antics test my patience as well, youngling," Ratchet sighed wearily without slowing stride. His tone carried no malice, only eons of toiling to stave death whilst hope slipped through ageing grasps. A burden no bot deserved, least of all one so young.

Traxies crept closer, guilt pricking beneath armour. "Come on Ratchet, it's bad enough he sent me along on this voyage, but has everyone watching me, I feel like I'm on more lock down than Megatron is, he's not like this with Bee or Mirage!, they get to go to earth and spend it with their Humans! “ He huffs dropping into a chair with an aggrieved vent, plating clamped tight beneath his paint job. The weight of expectations bore heavier than any warframe.

Guilt pricked Ratchet's medial components as his optics met Traxies’. The diminutive mech before him had been under primes watch from before Optimus had been a prime, yet traxies was never permitted youth.

"Optimus bears burdens no bot should," Ratchet replied gently, resting a palm on Traxies’ shoulder strut. "He sees only risk, he worries for you, he only let you come because I was here."

“ only friends I've got are Rodimus and Drift only puts up with me cause he's your Conjunx and Rodimus' friend. I'm not allowed to explore the planet sides, not allowed to work with Brainstorm or Perceptor." He sighs bringing his legs up to his chassis as the wollows. Traxies hugged his legs closer, engine emitting whines of defeat echoing through his tiny frame. The vast cargo hold surrounding offered no shelter from gnawing loneliness.

Ratchet's optics softened in pained reflection of his ward's plight. "I know it seems bleak now, little one. But these restrictions won't last forever." Ratchet's tone carried eons of care, as though shielding not only Traxes, but remnants of their dying world. "In time, Optimus will see the leader you're meant to become."

Traxes vented doubt yet leaned into the embrace. "I don't want to be a leader Ratchet, I'm so sick of everyone trying to push me to be a leader, a prime, senator and all that slag just because i'm an Outlier!, no one cares what I actually want to do!" He huffs out.

The cavernous space echoed with Traxes' huffed exasperation, weariness weighing far beyond his frame's vorn. Ratchet's ancient optics dimmed in pained reflection of dreams twisted to dreadful burdens beneath grim fate's heel.

"Then what is it your spark truly calls you to be?" Ratchet murmured gently, servos cradling that small frame bearing more than any could comprehend.

"I want to be like david attenborough, biologist, natural historian I think, I love watching his stuff it speaks to me. I want to study what we come across but I can't because I'm not allowed off ship" he finishes.

Traxes' optics gleamed with wonder as he spoke of the organic scholar. "Then we best get you studying, I'll chat with Perceptor and some others to see what we can do, and I will talk with Optimus" Ratchet grumbled, a soft smile crossing his faceplate. "No more causing trouble with Rodimus tho" he states.

Traxes' small frame shuddered with disbelief, optics flashing brightly as ancient fans whirred to life within Ratchet's chassis. Could his guardian truly intend...?

Small fingers clung tighter to Ratchet's armour, vibrating with brimming joy too vast for circuits to contain. "Really, Ratch? You mean it?" Traxes' field pulsed wonder and gratitude beyond all words.

"No more nonsense with that glitch Rodimus, you understand? Thay Prime is a nightmare as is" Ratchet huffed gruffly, though thumbs traced seams of Traxies’ helm.

Traxes could only nod fiercely, vents hitching with joy too vast to contain. “I promise, I won't make you regret it Ratchet I promise!”

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