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transbianmuffin · 25 days ago

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Memories pt. 4

cw a little bit of manipulation, again

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"Careful, little one, the water is a bit hot."

There is so much nice steam in here. I never had a bath, only quick cold showers. It's sooo niceee and I'm dizzy...

"I'm a little dizzy?"

"I added some Class A and E to the water, the steam you're now inhaling will help you relax."

"It's nice. Oh it feels soooo good~"

her vines are so gentle gently gentling is gentling a word fuck it she's massaging my scalp, my chest and scrubbing my back my fucking god it's sooo good

"Fuck~"

"Deena, language! I know you are a bit feral but as my ward I won't allow such display of vulgarity. You must be well behaved, little miss."

"Y- yes sorry."

wait, was that an order? oh yes! fuckfuckfuck scritches behind my ears I feel like I'm melting I wanna stay here forever

"A- ahhhh~"

"You like that, don't you?"

"I love it. I love it so much."

"And who's a good girl?"

I am I am I am I am please tell me it's me it's me it's me it's me

"Me?"

"Yes darling, you are~"

yes yes I am her good girl her good girl her good girl hergoodgirlhergoodgirl wait.

Wait.

Slow down, Deena.

Slow down, breathe.

Breathe.

You're still a captive?

Maybe?

"Sinea..."

"Tell me, my dearest."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"I told you! I find you extremely cute and we Affini take great care of cute things."

"But-"

"No buts, sweetie. Just trust me. Close your eyes and tell me what you feel. This will answer your question."

"I feel peace. I feel every inch of my body thriving with bliss. I feel my mind slowly numbing down to a place of pure happiness. I feel... love."

"Exactly."

"But it's not real, right? It's the xenodrugs."

"The xenodrugs are only a little plus. A little kick to smooth things up. It's all true. What you are feeling it's genuine."

"W- why are you putting your vines around my neck?"

"Can you feel the slight pressure I'm applying there?"

"Yes~"

"Again now, what do you feel?"

"Normally I would be scared as fu-. As hell. I'd be scared as hell. Not now though, the pressure is pleasant~ It reminds me that you are here. It gives me a sense of belonging. Belonging? Belonging."

"Say a word and I'll release you immediately."

"..."

"I'll take your hesitation as a word."

no no no no keep your vines around my neck no please no I want to belong I want I want no no no please it felt so good

"No, please don't. Keep them there, as a constant reminder that~"

"That you're mine?"

yesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyesyes

"I- I don't know."

"I see~ let's finish here and I'll dress you."

how much time has passed?

The xenodrugs are wearing off.

Fuck that was so intense.

...

Her vines again, all around me...

"I'm not a doll, you know?"

"Oh, sorry sweetheart. Do you want to put on your dress by yourself?"

"No. No please continue."

"Oh Deena, you're so silly~"

I can't think straight, I can't think oh my the dress is so beautiful oh my I've never had such a beuatiful thing in my whole life fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck

"Oh holy fucking fuck!" "Deena. What I've told you about language?"

"That I must be well behaved."

"And are you well behaved now?"

"Sorry Sinea." "That's my good girl. Now let's see how it fits. I got inspiration by a very specific terran specie of tulips. I think you called them 'tulipa altaica'. Yes, something like that."

"..."

"Sweetie why are you crying, you don't like it?" "Sinea, I love it. I love it so much. The bright yellow! The shape! It fits me perfectly and it gives me such beautiful hips. I've never had something this beautiful in my whole life."

"You can take it with you when we will be done here. It's a gift."

"Take it? Take it where?"

"When you will leave, silly. At some point you will leave and go back to Jupiter or wherever, right? Consider this a parting gift for all the info you gave us."

"Oh, yes sure. When I will leave. Yes."

"There is one last bit we're missing here, though."

"?"

"Remember when you had my vines around your neck?"

yes sure itwasonlythemostintenseandjoyousexperienceofmywholelife

"I think so, I was so high."

"Mh mh, well I was taking measurements."

"Wait! Is that a c- collar?"

"All the florets have one, you would look weird without one and besides other Affini will start asking me why you don't have one and I don't want to be there and repeat ten times in a row that you're my ward, not my pet there's a difference and bla bla bla."

"But I'm not a floret..."

"True and in fact this is not the same collar florets wear. This is just a garment, a fashion accessory. Nothing more than that."

"O- ok."

"Wanna put it on yourself or do you want some help?"

"Do it."

"Do it, what?"

"You know what, Sinea."

"I want you to ask for it."

"Help me."

"Ask properly, Deena."

"Please, help me putting the collar on."

"With utmost pleasure, my darling. You look gorgeous. If I think when I found you almost dying in that stinky, squalid, inelegant terran ship. Stars, look at you Deena, look at you."

I'm beautiful. Can I be that beautiful? Am I allowed to be that beautiful? I- I- I- I- "I am-"

"You are what?"

"I am-"

"I want you to say it, Deena."

I am beautiful."

"You are beautiful. Again now."

"I am beautiful."

"Yes, you truly are my dearest. Now let's head to the floret's gathering. Everybody will be so excited to meet you."

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#floretposting #hdg #human domestication guide #affini

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eruden-writes · 2 months ago

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Intentions - Part 1 (alien x human)

Summary: In the future, humans are nearly universal surrogates and Earth has taken to profiting off the ability. However, while humans can intermix with aliens, it doesn't mean it's without complications.

When Taliyra signed up to be a Companion to an alien, she had expectations. Mainly a lot of sex in an attempt to conceive an alien baby. What she didn't expect was her counterpart to be so distant and - for lack of a better term - relatively hands off. For all intents and purposes, Khravel seems completely disinterested in her and will not hold a discussion to explain why.

After four months of this behavior, she's had enough. Confronting Khravel, she gives him an ultimatum: either he sits down and talks with her about what the problem is or she's going back to Proxypanion and requesting a transfer.

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Night had fallen on the planet Tivik-4 and, with it, a knot of apprehension rose in Taliyra’s throat. She waited in her quarters for Khravel to show his face, even though his appearances were sporadic at best. The uncertainty, the waiting, made her skin itch with nerves. In the early days, she had found it difficult to sit still when evening fell. Now, she forced herself to remain seated in her chair, focused on her reading tablet.

It was these moments when her comfortable room felt so large, so empty. It was like any other personal chambers in the building, from what Taliyra had seen of other people’s living spaces. Though there was an office wing, where Khravel and his colleagues did most of their work, from what she could tell.

Her quarters had a sitting room for entertaining, decked out with sofa and chairs. A large screen overset in a false fireplace. A guest bathroom and kitchenette led off from the sitting area and, opposite those, the door to her room. Opposite the entryway, a sliding door led to a balcony that oversaw a park. During the day, the park was full of Tivikonians, a variety of immigrated aliens, and Terrans. At this time of night, with the sun setting and darkness encroaching over the red-orange trees, very few dallied at the park.

When she accepted a role as a contracted companion, she thought every night would be a sex marathon. Not hours of waiting to see if her alien counterpart would even show up. Khravel was a high-ranking official among his people. Taliyra even being there was meant to convince other Tivikonians to take on Terran Companions in an effort to aid a flagging population.

Due to his social importance, he was very, very busy. Or so he had told her repeatedly.

Not that she was looking forward to being used over and over in an attempt to create an alien baby, of course. Working with the ProxyPanion company had been a last resort to get out of debt. However, four months of basically being ignored was wearing on her pride. Plus, if she did end up clinching the deal and ending up pregnant, the bonus would pay for all her family’s debt. Her parents, her grandparents, her siblings, and more. While the possibility of Tivikonians and Terrans having a successful reproduction was low – the reason for the huge bonus if Taliyra managed it – her odds were even lower if Khravel rarely came around.

Despite the inconsistent interactions between herself and Khravel, she still dressed for the part. Which meant a lot of flowing, easy to move, gauzy fabric and no underwear. It had been difficult to get used to the semi-transparent clothes. She was a larger woman than the average Terran, so she had much more skin to account for. But being on Tivik, where many humans and Tivikonians alike wore this gauzy fabric, had made her grow accustomed to the fashion choice. No one seemed to care what she or anyone else had on display, anyhow. Not that she was large among the aliens.

She still wore a bra, keeping her ample bosom secured if high on her chest, and underthings when out in public. Though she’d seen others, Terran and Tivikonian, wear nothing under the semi-sheer fabric.

A chime echoed through her room, drawing her gaze from the tablet she had barely been reading for the last twenty minutes. Setting the screen aside, she got to her feet and went to the door. Pressing her hand to the panel, it slid open, revealing Khravel.

As far as extraterrestrials were concerned, Khravel was not far from humanoid in a Biblically accurate being sort of way. Smooth face, almost akin to a mask, given texture by striating lines that fanned from his eyes. Taliyra had learned to read the expression in the striations that fanned out from his eyes. The lines weren’t too dissimilar from human eyebrows. Four red eyes, two on each side. A wide mouth that cut like a crevice along the lower half of his face and a dark line that split from his lower ‘lip’ down his throat. Thick flat horns sprouted out from the sides and crown of his head, white fading to red.

Unlike many other Tivikonians, he wore opaque and dark clothes. He wore the seemingly space-mandatory bodysuits, with a sleeveless jacket cinched at his waist. The boots he wore went to his knees but would have easily engulfed Taliyra’s leg up to the highest point of her thigh. Taller than any other Tivikonian that Taliyra had seen, he was not the bulkiest. Though that wasn’t saying much to human notions of large, with his towering nine foot height and four dreadfully well-shaped arms. Well-shaped arms that ended in enticing hands with five elegant long fingers. Taliyra often caught herself staring at those broad hands.

“Ah, you’re still awake.” He sounded disappointed, red eyes crinkled at the corners in an expression Taliyra had come to consider a wince.

Khravel would not deny he struggled around the woman. She was larger than his last human Companion, which was a relief. Humans were notoriously frail. But it made him want to touch her all the more. Run his hands over those plush curves, watch as her skin dipped to his touch. Even her face was round and, when she smiled – a rare occasion when he was present – little dips formed at the corners of her lips. Dimples, he’d been told they were called.

Tonight, she was dressed in a gauzy gown sans underthings with her dark hair pulled into a bun atop her head. Khravel focused on her face, rather than letting his gaze dip over the rolling hills of her body, her dusky nipples, the swell of her breasts, her hips, her stomach. Her nightly fashion starkly contrasted to the outfits she styled for day-time use. She’d it was to make the process easier when he visited at night. Less clothing made getting to the sex simpler.

The thought left a bad taste in his mouth. As if she wanted to get the ordeal over with and get on with her day or night.

Taliyra swallowed down the ping of pain his words sent through her by leaning against the door frame and crossing her arms. “Yep, still awake.”

The two stood there, staring at each other as the tension in the air climbed higher. Khravel’s hands flexed at his sides. A common tic she’d notice whenever he was thinking. Was he trying to come up with an excuse to leave? Probably.

Khravel sifted through the reasons to leave. He did have paperwork to finish up and an agreement to review. The budget needed tweaking, as well, to move some funds to the disaster relief efforts in the East hemisphere. He couldn’t bring himself to mention any of those things now, though. Not with Taliyra’s dark eyes watching him, not with her scent wafting from her quarters.

“Well, let’s get on with it,” he finally said, after being unable to come up with a reason to leave. The nerves under his skin felt buzzy and agitated, but he clamped down on the sensation. He was going to be careful, as he always was with Taliyra.

“We don’t have to, if you don’t want to,” she sighed, not moving from her position in the door. She’d rather he not even make an appearance if he was going to act so unwilling. It wasn’t as if he was the one contracted out, after all.

Kharvel inclined his head, a stillness overtaking his posture. “Do you not want to do this?”

A flare of heat burst up her spine, her cheeks reddening. This was her job! It wasn’t a matter of ‘want’ for her. She had to perform to a certain degree to be compensated. Though she had wanted more from Khravel. Something more… satisfying than what he gave her during these nights. “I didn’t say that.”

“Then…” He made a motion with his hand, indicating the bedroom. That awkward stillness still cramped up his motions as he watched the Terran woman carefully.

Taliyra’s lips thinned, her eyes flicking from the bedroom to Kharvel. She gave him one last chance to bow out and forget this meeting even happened. He merely stood, waiting for her to move. He could have easily shoved her away or even picked her up, but he didn’t. In fact, he rarely touched her and when he did, it was the briefest of contact.

The knot in her throat hadn’t dissipated with his presence. It just grew. She ignored the sensation as she stepped back, motioning for Khravel to enter. His boots clacked on the floor as he crossed the threshold. The door hissed shut behind him and, once more, the two stared at each other.

Taliyra was the first to turn away and head for her bedroom. After a breath, she heard Kharvel follow, his feet dragging. She wished he wouldn’t act like a man headed to the gallows.

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magicalgirlmindcrank · 1 year ago

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Hey you should read my story Dog of War!

It's a slowburn kinkfic in the Human Domestication Guide setting- a future sci-fi setting where a benevolent plant based progenitor species crushes the Terran government to eliminate capitalism, ensure safety and happiness- and to take a few adorable Terrans as pets, of course! It's got a lot of hypnosis, medfet and of course TPE, D/S and Petplay. Click the link for the wiki if you wanna know more!

As for the set up of Dog of War- 'Beckett' is a freelance mercenary shrouded in secrecy that's suffering from severe emotional disconnection. Growing tired after hiding on a now-rebel ship after the official fall of the Terran Accord, he kills the bridge crew and commandeers the Valiant, bringing it, himself, and it's crew to the Affini in the hopes that co-operation will let him keep his independence. Camila Verdun is young, inexperienced and unsure Affini. She spends most of her time working at the helm of the Vervarium, where she works the comms and daydreams about adopting an adorable pet.

as for what kinks are present- I got a smorgasbord! The main focuses are Total power exchange, Ownership, Hypnosis and Feminization, but it's also got medfet, conditioning and a house special I like to call Princessification. Plus a few other things in passing~

The fetishes and kinks are great, but that doesn't tell you what it's about! Dog of War is about two people helping each other grow into themselves. The focus is the development of the main pair's relationship and personal growth. It takes a couple ten thousand words to really get heated, but once it does, the dial only goes up~

and if ALL THAT doesn't help, here are some reviews below the cut!

#hdg #human domestication guide #dow #dog of war #theres also fanart if u look thru the dow tag :3

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oolongteaboba · 1 year ago

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# ◞ ˚ ─ RED LACE (OR LACK THEREOF)

info. rocket raccoon/f!reader smut. est. 3.2k words.

you and rocket share the same bunk, so you've been wearing nothing but a shirt to get his attention. and who knows? he might like you back.

a/n. hi hello first actual post on here! quick comment for the fingering part, just pretend rocket stole peter's nail clippers LMAO, i forgot to clarify that while writing whoops. also, you can alternatively read the fic here on ao3.

In the past year you’ve spent with the guardians and living on the Milano, you began to appreciate each of them unconditionally; you were family, and they were yours. Peter, a Terran like you, was a great conversationist, and you bonded over things you missed from Earth. Gamora’s intimidating sometimes, but she acts like the sister you never had and has your best interests in mind. You haven’t known Mantis for long, but she’s kind and gentle; plus, she’s starting to warm up to you. Drax is some fun company, although most of your jokes fly over his head. Groot clings onto you like a puppy, and the sprout insists on sitting between you and Rocket during dinnertime. And well, Rocket is… Rocket.

Aboard the Milano, you shared a small bunk with Rocket and Groot. Tonight, Groot was in Gamora’s bunk since she had Groot-bedtime-story-duty tonight, so you and Rocket had the already cramped bunk to yourselves. Sharing a room with the two of them wasn’t entirely terrible, but you do have to deal with Rocket’s tech stuff being scattered all over the floor.

His bed wasn’t too far from yours, with the space between you only about two feet. He’s working on a new set of blasters; you’re laying in bed on your back with your right leg over the left. After being engrossed with his equipment for who knows how long, Rocket looks up from his machinery to glance at you.

“Christ, does it hurt to put on some pants for once?” Rocket interjects, and you turn your head toward him.

“We share a room together. You’ve seen me change before, and that never fazed you. Besides, Groot isn’t even here. It’s just us.” He only replies with a huff and an eye roll. “Besides, why do you care so much?”

Rocket scoffs, crossing his arms and furrowing his brows. “I’m not the one walking around in a loose shirt and fuckin’ red lacy underwear.”

You avert your eyes from his as your cheeks grow hot, and you pull the hem of your shirt down mid-thigh to preserve your already damaged dignity.

“It’s all that was clean,” you mutter below your breath, just loud enough for him to hear, although from the look on his face, he doesn’t believe you. “Plus, it’s hot in here, Rocket. The air conditioning isn’t working correctly, we’re in space, and you haven’t fixed it yet,” you reply, uncrossing your legs. He inhales sharply, returning to his blaster.

“I told you already, I don’t have the right parts yet,” he snaps at you. “Go fix it yourself if you’re gonna be a bitch about it.”

“So the oh-so-great Rocket Raccoon can build bombs from scrap material but can’t fix the AC unit?”

“I ain’t a raccoon,” he snarls, and it takes every fiber in your body to resist the urge not to continue teasing him. “And I told you this shit already: we don’t have the needed parts.”

“Y’know, maybe I’ll start walking around with pants on if the air conditioning is fixed.”

Rocket exhales and lets out a small pfft that almost sounds like a quiet laugh. “You’re bein’ whinier than Quill right now, know that?”

“You’re so sweet to me, Rocket. Have I mentioned you’re the kindest person on this ship?” You smile, albeit sarcastically, and the corners of his mouth instinctively curl up in response. You catch his brief smile for a fleeting moment and make eye contact, but he promptly looks away in embarrassment.

(You might tease him about it later, though. He’s smiling because of you.)

“Go to sleep, doll.” Rocket absentmindedly shoves the machinery onto his makeshift nightstand with a slight grin still etched on his features. His disposition has improved in the past year; he smiles a lot more, though he tries to hide it, and the guardians have noticed. Not that he’d ever admit it, of course.

“What about you? Aren’t you going to sleep?” His eyes look into yours, albeit briefly, and they’re warm, brown, and pretty, and you internally berate yourself for not noticing them sooner.

“Nah. You Terrans need more sleep than I do. And you look terrible, by the way.” You fail at attempting to stifle a giggle at his sudden change in demeanor, which Rocket barely notices.

“Aw, thank you, Rocket. Love you too.” Your eyelids flutter, and you pull a blanket over your body. “You might not be Terran, but you should sleep too, y’know. You’re always reprimanding Groot for staying up late, you hypocrite.”

Rocket’s features soften; he shoots you a toothy grin, although there’s a thought nagging at you, telling you there’s more than just sarcasm in his eyes. “Yeah, yeah. G’night, doll.”

You shoot Rocket a smile that’s brighter than the damn sun before shutting your eyes. Unfortunately, you’re asleep before you can say ‘good night’ back.

Three nights later, tonight is Drax’s turn for Groot-bedtime-story-duty.

The temperature in the Milano isn’t as nearly inhabitable as last time, all because of you and Quill’s endless pleas for the AC to be fixed. Thankfully, Peter hates absurdly hot weather just as much as you do. Either that or hatred of heat is a Terran thing. Somehow, the broken air conditioning didn’t affect the other non-Terran guardians on the ship as much.

Al Green’s Let’s Stay Together plays faintly in the background; you’re lounging on your bunk, back against the mattress, as you read one of Quill’s childhood comic books when the door opens, and Rocket enters your shared bunk.

As soon as he walks in, Rocket scoffs and rolls his eyes. “For the love of god, I fixed the AC as you asked. Put some goddamn pants on.”

“Hello to you too, Rocket,” you give him a smile before continuing reading, too focused on Quill’s comic book to notice Rocket’s blatant gawking at your exposed legs. Your leg props up on the other, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. “And I said maybe I’ll wear pants.”

He jumps in bed, setting Quill’s helmet at the foot of his bunk. After a job that included killing Abilisks, Peter reluctantly handed it over to Rocket for some significantly postponed repairs and upgrades.

“You’re lucky, know that? You’re the only person on this ship besides Groot whose shit I tolerate.”

“I love you too, Rocket. Although, I’m pretty sure you’d shoot Quill if he started walking around the Milano with no pants on,” you answer, eyes still glued to the comic book.

“The only difference is that Quill isn’t the one walking around in his underwear.”

“Rocket, I honestly can’t see why it’s a big deal. It’s been days since you won’t shut up about it,” you reply, setting Quill’s comic on top of your nightstand.

Rocket looks at you before sighing defeatedly, with some feeling that you can’t put your finger on captured in his eye. You swallow your spit, and Rocket returns to his bold, unapologetic self.

“Fine. Fuckin’ hell, we get it, it’s your bunk, and you can do whatever the hell you want-”

He pauses. Rocket’s eyes trail down from your face to your body, taking in every inch of your revealed skin.

However, it’s too late for you to realize what exactly Rocket’s ogling at.

“Are you… not wearing anything under that shirt?”

You blink, promptly closing your legs (undoubtedly knowing it won’t do or change anything). The already small space between your bunk and Rocket’s seems even smaller. Your heartbeat picks up in your chest; Rocket is still rendered speechless. You’ll never hear the end of it, you swear. His gaze meets yours, but you don’t answer. What feels like an eternity passes before Rocket speaks up, breaking the silence.

“You dirty fuckin’ girl,” he swears, his tone both degrading and impressed. Rocket steps down from his bunk and closer to yours, his eyes drinking you in. From the look on his face, he looks as if he’s about to devour you whole.

“Rocket.”

Hesitantly, Rocket steps back, giving you space. “Shit, sweetheart. I’m sorry. Tell me to leave, and I will.” He’s reluctant, although the tent in his pants slowly grows, and he isn’t hiding it well. “We can forget about this.”

“Wait,” you immediately protest before rationale can stop you, grabbing his wrist before he can pull away and leave. “You can stay.”

From the look on his face, it doesn’t take him much convincing. He knows what you’re thinking of (and knows what you want). Rocket tenses; a few moments pass before he speaks up, unsure of what to do next.

“Can I touch you?”

You groan in response, both desperately and unashamedly. Both your voice and body are tempting, practically inviting Rocket in. He’s thought of you like this: both in daydreams and dreams, but he never would’ve imagined the moment (or you) to be more perfect. “Please, Rocket. I need you so damn badly.”

(Rocket’s definitely gonna bring this up later. However, anything but him is entirely off your mind.)

He gladly complies, and his hands go underneath your shirt to meet your chest before massaging your breasts. The sensation of his paws is foreign but welcome, one hand playing with your nipple as his tongue swirls around the other, gently nipping at your flesh. He continues sucking, maintaining eye contact while your face burns from the intimacy.

The sound of Rocket’s mouth leaving your tits makes an explicit and wet pop sound, and drool pools in the corner of his mouth.

“Fuck, doll, I’ve been thinkin’ of doing this forever. Couldn’t stop thinking about you since I got a look at that pair of that red, lacy underwear of yours and could barely keep my fuckin’ hands off.”

Rocket continues his ministrations on your chest, with one hand traveling down to your thigh, close to your puffy clit. You elicit a formerly suppressed moan from your lips, much to Rocket’s inflated ego. His pace is slow and teasing as if he’s waiting for you to break and beg for him to quicken his pace.

“Shit, you’re so pretty like this, all for me,” Rocket whispers in an intonation you can barely hear, almost impressed by how receptive and eager you are for his touch. The ache between your thighs gradually amplifies from his praises, and you weaken at his attention. Your breath quickens as his fingers trail up your thigh and languidly circles around your needy clit. All words are stripped from your tongue, leaving you unable to speak. Rocket’s fur almost tickles your skin as he marks love bites on you, hard enough to bruise.

“Fuh- fuck, Rocket, you feel so damn good,” you pant, air seemingly wrung out of your lungs. “I need-”

You’re cut off by Rocket giving your cunt a firm spank, drawing out an embarrassingly vocal moan. “Need what, dollface?” He grins with a look of pride planted on his face as he gives your breasts and cunt much-needed attention, albeit slowly.

“I need you inside me,” you mewl, your cheeks feeling hot from the humiliation. You know Rocket knows what you want; he’s eager to give it but wants to hear you beg for it first.

Somehow, his grin grows even more. His slow circling on your clit stops, and you audibly groan, wordlessly begging for him to continue. “I’ve barely touched ya, and you already want my cock inside?”

“Fuck you, Rocket,” you huff, heat building inside your lower abdomen and goosebumps growing on your skin. “Please, I need you.”

He slips a paw inside your dripping cunt, and it takes a few seconds to get used to the new feeling. “Gotta be patient, sweetheart. You’re so pretty when you’re like that, know that?”

You nod, relishing the feeling of his fingers finding your G-spot, then slowly curling upwards. Though his hands lack girth, he makes up for it with agility.

“Was this 'no panties' stunt all for me, dollface?”

“Yes. All for you, Rocket,” you answer absentmindedly, too focused on how good his fingers feel inside you. Rocket’s fingers develop a languid rhythm, scissoring and stretching your walls to fit his cock. You bite your lip to keep back a whimper but fail. With every movement from Rocket, you feel yourself melting into the blankets and mattress, reduced to putty in Rocket’s hands.

“Keep going,” you mutter, surprised at your current capability to form words. Rocket’s fingers gently press against your G-spot, eliciting a moan. “G-go faster, Rocket.”

Instead of speeding up as you hoped, he completely stops, leaving you to writhe underneath him. You tense up, missing the blissful sensation of his paws working inside you. “What happened to you saying ‘please,’ huh? You can do better than that, dollface.”

You tighten around his fingers, and you can practically feel the grin on his face as he waits for your pleas. “God, fuck, Rocket, you know damn well what you’re doing to me,” you groan, heavy breaths interrupting almost every word.

“Try again, sweetheart,” he retorts, savoring the desperation all over your face. Eager to feel more of him, you steadily move your hips, fucking yourself onto his fingers in response to his refusal. “Beg me for it, and I’ll fuck you, just like you wanted.”

“Please, Rocket? I need you to fuck me, please; I want your cock inside me so goddamn badly- please just fuck me already-”

Rocket, convinced by your pleas, complies and interrupts you by undoing his clothing and unzipping his pants while you whimper at the sudden removal of his now-soaked fingers.

He lines his hips up with yours, the look on his face ravenous; he finally pushes into you slowly. You’re left to grip tightly on his shoulders, watching as his cock disappears into you. He’s smaller than an average male human but relatively girthy, and you feel his tip brush against your G-spot. You whimper from his entrance, feeling full as he completely bottoms you out, massaging your inner walls.

Rocket’s breath hitches as he slowly starts to work you open, his hands spreading your thighs apart for better access. He groans, setting a languid pace as he ruts into your warm and inviting cunt. You raise your hips a little higher in response, aching to feel more of him. His current tempo is sloppier than before, now being guided by his pleasure instead of yours alone. The wet sound of Rocket’s hips rolling into yours is pornographic and explicit; you can hear him fucking in and out of your cunt. You’re sure that your wetness has gotten all over Rocket’s fur by now, but at the moment, he doesn’t mind.

One of his hands leaves your thigh to offer attention to your swollen clit, gently circling around it, while the other hand grips you harshly. Rocket becomes noticeably more vocal as his pace quickens, albeit opting for low grunts and moans. The pleasure builds up in your lower stomach, and your lower lip trembles as you grip the bunk’s bedsheets.

“Shit, Rocket, you feel so good,” you mewl, stumbling over your words while he erratically thrusts into you. Rocket’s greedy for every moan that leaves your lips, hoping to wring every one of them out your mouth. He grunts, pace unfaltering as your walls flutter around his cock, tightening around him like you don’t want him to let go.

“You’re doin’ so well for me, sweetheart,” Rocket huffs, his almost soft voice contradicting his frenzied rhythm. You whimper and whine with each thrust, enjoying how Rocket fills you up with his cock, and how the curve hits your G-spot. “Such a good fuckin’ girl for me.”

Tension builds in your stomach, and your toes curl from the sheer pleasure. Despite Rocket’s unrelenting tempo, the feel of his hands and the look on his face is strangely soft and tender. His fingers circle around your clit more quickly, and you feel heat spread under your skin.

“Rocket, I’m getting close,” you murmur, the burning coil within your abdomen intensifying with each second he pumps inside you. With a moan, you let out a shaky breath as he rocks his hips into yours, feeling dangerously close to your climax. From watching him loudly groan and how he haphazardly ruts into you, he’s also close to orgasm.

“Fuck, doll, you’re so beautiful like this,” Rocket praises, inhaling sharply as his cock twitches inside you. “C’mon, sweetheart. Cum on my cock.”

Without a second thought, you nod, succumbing to pleasure as Rocket pounds himself into you, his hand rubbing at your clit. Tiny beads of sweat pool on your forehead as you begin to finish, and Rocket rolls a thumb over your nipple, almost encouraging you to cum. Your walls spasm around his cock, begging him to do the same. The feeling of him inside you, combined with the constant attention your clit receives, is overstimulating, and you’re barely able to hold back from coming.

“Inside me, Rocket,” you beg, trembling from sensitivity and euphoria. “Please, cum inside me.”

Rocket only grins, a smug look forming on his face. The white coil only amplifies, reducing you to a wordless, desperate mess underneath him until it finally snaps, and you come undone on his cock. Eyes rolling back from the increased pleasure, you see stars in your blurred vision; you spasm around him, and with a few last strokes, Rocket cums inside you, emptying himself inside you. His pace slows as you convulse around him, attempting to milk every drop of his cum, and your heartbeat slows from its high.

His last strokes are sloppy and frantic; Rocket huffs as he finally drains every bit of himself inside you. Your muscles tense from aftershocks, and you hear Rocket silently swear. With an embarrassingly wet squelch sound, Rocket pulls out his cock, leaving some of his cum to drip from your cunt, and onto your thighs. Trying to regain your strength, you momentarily remain silent, basking in the afterglow, and he does the same.

Your breathing is labored, still coming down from your high. “Sorry I got your fur wet,” you beam, your knees still weak from copulation, and Rocket lets out a low laugh. You shift your body over to the far side of the bunk, offering Rocket space to sit next to you. Without a word, he complies, his back laid against your front, and he sighs in contentment.

“I’ll shower in the mornin,’ doll,” he replies, fixing his messy hair, attempting to freshen up. Rocket’s head rests on your neck; hesitantly, you put your arm around him, but he doesn’t mind it, although it takes him a second to adjust to the newfound affection. You contentedly sigh, languidly running your fingers through his soft fur, and Rocket practically melts at the touch of your fingers.

“Y'know, I really like you, Rocket,” you quietly whisper, although just loud enough for him to hear. Rocket doesn’t respond for a few seconds, leaving you in empty silence and a tiny bit of nervousness. 'Love' is a strong word; the word 'like' is weaker. However, right now, both don't fit right coming out of your mouth. It's too late to retract saying 'I really like you,' but before you can conjure a second thought, Rocket gathers his voice.

“Yeah. I like you a whole lot too." Your face softens, and you wrap your arms around him, surprisingly being met with no protest from Rocket. You softly kiss his forehead and doze off into slumber, Rocket huddled in your arms. Tomorrow morning, you’re certain Star-Lord would barge into your bunk to wake you up for the next contract, but for now, you’re happy to lay in bed and worry about it later.

#🪐 - gotg fics #rocket raccoon x reader #rocket x reader #rocket x reader smut #rocket raccoon x reader smut #rocket x you #rocket raccoon x you

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nevis-the-skeleton · 4 months ago

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About the Season 2 of Earthspark

Well, first, I'm going to be honest, I didn't watch all the episodes. Mostly because it was to painful for me to see Decepticons being classified as evil again...

I watched the beginning and the end. And even in seeing only that, I'm so disappointed... Maybe some of you like the S2, and I envy you so much for that...

Because, for me, it was just painful. The characters became black and white again. When what I loved in S1 was the grey. Of course, S1 wasn't perfect, but the story was so good, and the characters so deep.

I just had the feeling that I watch an other series. Breakdown want to break some Maltos, even if he was friend with Bee and litteraly save his life in S1! And don't push me on Starscream... I was just... woaw... again...

I again have to endure the fact that "it was all an act, he don't have good in him". I'm just tired in fact... Tired of enduring, in every story, an evil Starscream, when we all know that any character is more grey that any other color.

I'm not against an evil Starscream, not at all. But not in Earthspark! Not after the season 1! You can't do that! You just can't! If it was an other series, I would say : "Well, why not, it's can be cool!".

But after all the hope I had, that he'll be a member of the Maltos family. Or yes, the leader of the Decepticons! When I saw the trailer, I was like, hm OK. Why not, you know. I even like the idea to see the Decepticons and the Maltos fight for something. All the angst. To side fighting for different ideas, but also remember the past. Hasthag who try to reasonate Starscream, for example.

Example of stories I would have prefer to see: The Amberstone can create a new space portal, and then allows the Transformers to go back to Cybertron. But by doing that, it means putting the Earth in danger, or something, I don't know.

Or, it's Shockwave the true villain. I mean, we saw in a lot of comics that he can be a real jerk. Also, it's Mister Logic and No Compassion. It would have be more logic (lol) that he's the one with the idea of a weapon who can cyberform Earth. And yes, cyberform it, not waking up a Titan!

Plus, Shockwave shown no empathy to the Terrans, even hating them with all his guts. Yes, that changes at the end of S1, because he helped with the others. But maybe you can put some Decepticons on the side of: we have to help the kids. And the other, on the side of: I don't want to die, so I don't have other choice to help.

So, let's keep the idea of cyberforming Earth. Shockwave tell the others that Cybertron is dead (it's can be a lie, for that matter, it can make even more drama), so their only solution is to cyberform Earth, because soon there will be no energon anymore. Since Earth is organic, you know.

Then, it's up to the Maltos to stop the plan of Shockwave, and maybe trying to do allies with some of the Decepticons. As for the Chaos Terrans (what a name...), their not obligatory evil. I don't know, you can even let Shockwave create them, programing them to be like that. Aftermath is the first, and he's not really done, wich make him sometimes questionning the plan. While Spitfire is indeed a little b*tch, but really don't like the way Shockwave treat her (since she's a Terran too, you know)

And, Starscream lead the Decepticons with Shockwave, who give advice. But more the time pass, more Starscream feel that it's really wrong. Particulary about Hashtag. I know he can't be affectionnate with all the Maltos, but at least Hashtag and Twitch. Then you can create an other side, like in Cyberverse : Shockwave and the others Decepticons, Starscream and the Seekers, and the Maltos.

And the paranoid mind of Starscream prefer that he's the one with all the power of the Amberstone than Shockwave or humans with Megatron. On the other side, Shockwave just want to save the species who's really worth it (the Transformers), and don't understand why the Autobots or Megatron don't join his side. Since his idea is the more logical.

Sorry for this long post, but I had to get all of this out of my head :')... I hope you had a great day. Take care of yourself (in the S1 sweet way, no the S2 selfish one)

#starscream #transformers #maccadam #decepticons #shockwave #tf earthspark #transformers earthspark #about the S2 #my opinion #i'm so disappointed

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bloominglegumes · 6 months ago

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earthspark season 2 head in my hands,,,

maybe ill delete this later but i want to just get some thoughts out

spoilers below

ok i absolutely love what they set up in season one, every member of the malto family was used so well to compare and contrast with the experiences of the cybertronian characters familiar to us, these tired war veterans and resentful past allies ,,, like one of the big ones in my head right now being their choice to use bumblebee, The Kid Appeal Transformer, making him switch out of being a soldier and into a mentor (not sergeant, not commander, just unqualified older sibling-type position) for a herd of kids who have practically no concept of war and its implications was so so juicy. it's been repeated in practically every bit of transformers media ever that bumblebee is the designated little guy, the friendly one, the autobot who most easily makes friends with aliens, we've seen it in g1, in idw, in bayverse, tfa, tfp, cyberverse, i'm sure there are more versions that i can't think of at the moment

what they did to bumblebee in earthspark was essentially still put him in this best friend role, but the twist was how bumblebee did not even want to be there and didn't know a thing about kids and i loved it and i know many other people loved it as well.. even if the earthspark characters were roughly developed from their g1 base, this bumblebee was so clearly more used to being on a battlefield than just hanging out, he struggled with interactions that weren't like the 'ready to jump into a fight in an instant' dynamic that he was used to, though still having that sort of fuzzy playfulness that bumblebee is always written with ykyk

i think the writers made some really fascinating choices in taking some darker elements like in the idw comics and sort of filtering it for the audience through the malto family, but not baby-padding the real emotions behind the characters' experiences if that makes sense?? take megatrons grief and guilt for instance, the presence of the kids didn't diminish the reality of what he'd done or the consequences, but they sort of worked like a frame to have megatrons actions recounted in a particular direction. thrash's unwillingness to deal with the aftermath of a war the terrans had no part in was so.so real, ik i say it all the time but it was, the characters and the relationships between them were written with this real and intimate nuance that i really wouldn't normally expect from a show targeted for kids, not to mention the very clear and loving representation for poc, lgbtq+ identities, immigrant experiences, disabled ppl,,,

dont even get me started on the visuals, the sound design, the animation quality,,, i've only loosely been in animation college for a bit, i know there's still so much i don't know, but for sure i feel like earthsparks quality was pretty insane for regular series episodes

plus their character designers knew what they were doing + went so hard in the best way,,and the action scenes were beautifully choreographed, every character had their own unique movements and fighting style (think of the soundwave fight in decoy or megatron + optimus against skywarp + novastorm in age of evolution) in a way that i think definitely rivalled tfp in its intricacy and life-feeling. the camera work was stunning, the acting was on point and consistent for each character, the 2d effects were vibrant and gorgeous and so full of life, i'd say earthsparks effects are one of its most distinct stylistic choices and its so so excellent and i adore every smoke cloud and smear and electric zap and ghgruhgf

which is why it breaks my heart seeing season 2 open with such a noticeable decrease in quality,, breaks my heart that they didnt receive enough of a positive reception or whatever exactly it was that led to the earthspark team having to trim down and cushion their story

i still think earthspark is a really fun transformers show with a delightful cast, amazing voice actors, and i don't want to bash any particular member of the crew for things beyond their control. there's no doubt in my mind that the current team on earthspark is full of incredibly skilled artists, and i'm sure many people, including myself, will continue to enjoy the series going forward,, i'm just. disappointed that its not the best that it could have been.

a lot of season 2's writing just felt like.a regular kids show??? feels almost similar to cyberverse's fluctuation in tone throughout each of its seasons, s1 was full of generically-kid-friendly humour and gags, then sort of shockingly plummeted into that whole arc with starscream and the allspark monsters,, like, either direction would be fine and fun, but it's just the sudden change that makes it oofy for me ;-;

from just looking at the visuals, the character animation is less crafted and careful than it is in season 1,, i can really only describe it as it now being closer to what i'd think of as 'regular tv animation, made to be released on a schedule', rather than 'oh my god look at that secondary action replay replay now'. the characters movements are stiffer, less weighted, less natural-feeling, and if you're looking for it, it's clear where they loop animation or sort of sneak their camera shots to simplify actions, like a few fight scenes that had sections simplified into slowmo hit poses rather than being fully animated,, again its more or less fine for any other tv series, but it just feels off after being used to the look we had in s1

then the character animation goes hand in hand with the character writing + the dialogue, also just feeling like a lot of the original story they wanted to tell has been padded up and swaddled with more lighthearted, universally acceptable, safe plots. the goals and obstacles that came up in each episode didn't have the same emotional depth as in s1, where the main leads of each ep gained some sort of insight after their experiences + had some sort of vulnerability exposed, yknow yknow??

there are still traces of some juicier bits in there, like for instance i really like the section with the quintesson executioner causing mo to begin doubting quintus prime's intentions, then later the titan being all 'quintus is a prime and you should respect him' in a decently menacing way,, and i am glad that they had hashtag call out starscream and reminded him of their earlier conversation, i really hope they do something with those, but my point still stands that there were few parts of s2 i felt had some deeper meaning that can be built upon in the future.

i feel like the decision to make a timeskip was somewhat of a cop out as a means of explaining away how robby + mo have full control over these cybersuits now, how the maltos aren't shown having any more intra-family or identity-related conflict, how the decepticons all decided to follow starscream and go right back to fighting, etc etc, like 'oh well a year passed, things happened, this is just how things are now' like??? what happened to all that delicious heavy emphasis on growth and the choice to become better as a person and connecting to other people that was in s1,,

i know the decepticons wouldn't all have suddenly decided to buddy up with the autobots, but timeskipping a year and just reverting to the typical autobots vs decepticons dynamic we've had forever, without ever again really showing the thought processes of any of the characters in depth regarding the return to hostilities, when they just spent the whole previous season establishing how everyone is handling the aftermath of the war,,,, its like they've suddenly been turned back into generic cartoon villains instead of the unique individuals with their own thoughts and motives that they were introduced as,,

[diverting for a sec here im also just so sad that theres been nothing to fuel my enjoyment of megatron being very estranged from his high command,, barely anything to fuel the divorced-remarried 3p megoplita dynamic like,,,,, starscream praised soundwave and shockwave both individually, op and megatron had another one of those finishing-each-others-sentences moments, op called his and elitas relationship "complicated" and i love that, but please i'm begging here elaborate,,,give me more drama to work with,,]

even when there are like.objectively horrible scary things happening, like mo going 1v1 against the quintesson, cosmos being fully conscious trapped in alt mode for 15 years, jawbreaker essentially fusing with aftermath and getting betrayed and all their cavewater stolen (is that not an issue??) ,, i feel like the characters are remarkably.unreactive???? maybe its just another timeskip cop out, ~a year has passed so they've gotten used to it~, except they all still clearly behave like the children they are,.

and it seems to be turning earthspark from being, in my opinion, one of the most emotionally charged + mature transformers series out there rn into just. i'm going to say it again, it's just starting to feel like a generic kids show, unless whoever controls this show at hasbro can get it back to the high standard it started itself at.

i've read news of nightshade's pronouns being cause for negative reception, and some reviews of s1 say earthspark is too 'woke', that kids shouldn't be watching shows pushing that type of agenda. i'm not sure if that's the main reason for this big change in s2 for the much 'safer' writing, or if there's more that i'm just not aware of right now, but like. man. i hate.creativity trying to survive capitalism the show is about love and family and cool robots wtf is wrong with people who genuinely hate that

i know i won't make much of an impact with just this post, i doubt anyone is still reading this,, but seriously, earthspark is clearly a love letter made by tf fans for tf fans, in such a wonderful, gorgeous package, and it really breaks my heart so much to see all the great things established in season 1 practically go to waste. i haven't said this enough before, if you enjoy earthspark, please support it through official means however you can, leave good reviews or buy their stuff, just let the decision-makers know they can profit from making this show better,, i really hope it survives to complete the story they want to tell

#tldr i love earthspark if u love it please support them through official means so they know they can profit so they continue #ghghuh ok this got way super long #might repost the last section later if im still feeling emotional over this weehee #tf earthspark #tfe #transformers earthspark #how do i tag ghhg

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transingthoseformers · 3 months ago

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Do you think Megatron would kill for the terrans' sake if things really came down to it?

#my answer is most probably definitely #earthspark megatron still has that edge most Megatrons have_ and we know he's still pretty enthusiastic to fight on occasion #but this leads back to my love of seeing the scarier sides of earthspark Megatron #and I've been looping scenarios and scenes for my plotlines again #i just think it would be interesting :)#maccadam #transformers #tfe megatron #plus the terrans #who I'm not tagging all of them #transformers earthspark

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takenbypeter · 2 years ago

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Different In Every Way

Adam Warlock x reader

Words: 1801

Authors note: I did not expect people to actually want to read that little fic idea I posted but so many of y’all wanted this so I did it. Y’all made this happen. Also reader is tan or brown however you wanna perceive this. I made it for myself tho really🤣 and I’m tan/brown.

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It was difficult to pinpoint when it all began. It was like one day Adam Warlock just appeared by your side and ever since then he’s been there. It was strange to you because he honestly didn’t seem the type to be interested in others, but he would go out of his way to talk to you. But you couldn’t help but think, what interest could you bring to him. You weren’t a guardian, you were just a Terran who lived on Knowhere. So at first you were confused by the way he seemed to constantly look for you.

In the beginning he came to you with simple curiosities, “what is this? What is that?” And you’d tell him, even show him if needed. Then he’d begin coming to you with other problems.

“But I don’t get it,” he’d say after dishing out how mad Drax had become once he brought up how useless he believed Mantis was and how she slowed Drax down.

“Mantis was an asset, she helped us see things that sometimes we couldn’t. It’s like you and your pet,” you pointed to the brown furry creature that he constantly had by his side on Knowhere. “He doesn’t offer you anything but companionship but would you say he’s an asset?”

Adam looked down at the animal that was cuddled on his lap before smiling a little. “I’d say so. He makes me happy.”

“Exactly, Mantis isn’t a pet but she is an asset. Plus bad mouthing people isn’t nice, so try to avoid that.”

“But you guys bad mouth each other all the time.”

“To the person's face, there’s a difference. Unless it’s a bad guy then you can say whatever you want about them,” you explain and he looks far off, clearly trying to make sense of it all.

“Some of your rules here are very confusing.”

You gave him a little pat on the shoulder, “don’t worry, you’ll grasp it soon enough.”

After time conversations shifted from curiosities about the planet to curiosities about you. Sometimes it was simple like your favorite food and then after giving your answer he would want to try it with you. But other times it was just random things.

“Which member is your favorite of the new Guardians?” He’d ask as you two would be sitting on the balcony, his pet, Blurp sat in between as you people watched.

“Hmm, probably Cosmo.”

“What?!” He’d turn to you, offense clearly written on his face. “What about me!?”

You’d laugh looking down at cosmo who was messing around with Kraglin. “I’m sorry but just look at Cosmo,” his gaze follows yours to look down at the dog. “She’s so cute, I just wanna squish her face.”

“Okay okay, fine I can accept that…then who after Cosmo?”

“Hmm,” you’d scrunch your face and tilt your head, “I really really wanna say Rocket,” his jaw dropped and you finally looked at him, a little chuckle coming out from you, “but I think it’s you.”

Adam grew silent trying to hide the proud smile that was threatening to take over his expressions.

So yeah, chats with Adam were nice.

Then one day Drax, Nebula, and Groot were out at the center area, engaged in discussion as you were just coming out for a little greeting.

As you were passing by you waved and Groot said something that made you stop, “I am Groot.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you came close to the group, “you know something I don’t know? What do you know?” You eyeballed the other two curiously. Nebula looked regular as always but Drax, Drax had a strange expression on his face like he was ready to explode…and then he did.

In laughter that was.

You stood there confused as his laughter bellowed out into the air.

“What is going on?” You asked, still haven’t gotten an answer.

Nebula rolled her eyes while Drax tried to talk to you through his fit, “golden boy…” he’d laugh again, “golden boy thinks you’re made of bronze!” He’d burst out again and you’d turn to Nebula with your expression practically begging for an explanation.

“When we were talking with Adam he constantly was bringing you up. We pointed it out and asked why and he said he has strange feelings towards you—“

“He said he has feelings for you because you’re just like him!!!” Drax would interrupt bursting into another fit. “He thinks you’re made of metal!”

That was news to you.

He likes me? Was your first thought but what you asked instead was, “he thinks I’m metal?”

Nebula continued, “yeah he thinks you’re copper or bronze because of your skin. We didn’t tell him he was wrong because we felt like that was your place.”

Drax continued laughing and Nebula had enough, “would you shut up already! It’s not that funny!”

“But…but he only likes you because you’re like him, but what’s he gonna do when he finds out you’re from Earth!”

“Drax!”

“I am Groot.”

“What? How’s that mean? I think it’s gonna be a hilarious story,” Drax said, turning to Groot.

You’ve heard enough, thanking them and glaring at Drax you went out to search for Adam.

All you could think while you searched was that now it all made sense why he came up to you specifically back then. It’s not like your skin tone was rare but I guess it stood out a little against the colorful skin that others had.

But did he actually only like you because of that?

Wait, did you like him?

You searched until you saw him coming out of one of the buildings across the way. You stood there unable to bring yourself to him.

Oh god you did like him.

I guess all that time you spent with him, you somehow gained feelings along the way.

His eyes looked around as if deciding where to go next.

“Don’t look this way. Don’t look this way,” you whispered frozen in place. His eyes stopped on you before the gold around them crinkled as his face spread into a grin.

Wait, what is he going to think when he realizes I’m from Earth?

Suddenly you didn’t even want to think about that conversation.

He took a step towards you and that was it, you immediately spun on your heel opting to have the conversation whenever you sorted your own thoughts out.

“Wait!” Is what you heard as you continued on trying to escape the golden boy. You made it all the way back to where you began, the main area where the others were. You couldn’t get too far though and Adam easily caught your arm, making you turn around in the action.

“I was calling you, didn’t you hear me?” He asked. He looked genuinely concerned for you which is definitely not a sight that you needed to see right now.

You glanced around at the others, awkwardly not wanting to talk about this with them there. Nebula and Groot looked away while Drax just put another Zargnut in his mouth, clearly entertained.

Like hell you were going to do this here. “Come here,” you took his golden hand and pulled him behind you leading him to the balcony where you two have spent many days together.

Once there you spun around and turned to him and without giving yourself any time to back out, you said, “I have strange, romantic feelings for you, and I think you have feelings for me.”

Adam was stunned by the comment. A few weeks ago he didn’t even understand what those feelings were, he had to talk to others to even understand what those feelings were. But now suddenly he finds out you have them too, he was ecstatic, he was happy, he was going to kill the person who told you that he had feelings for you.

The corners of his mouth pulled as he began to smile.

“But before anything happens between us, there’s something you should know.”

His eyebrows furrow. “What’s going to happen between us?”

Now was not the time to be explaining…all that, you shook your head and tried to continue, “nothing. Just…nothing. That’s not the point, the point is,” your hands curve as you motion to yourself, “I’m not made of metal.”

He says nothing, just looks at you eyebrows still together and you don’t even know what to make of that expression.

“I’m Terran. You know from Earth.” He still looked a little off, “like Quill,” you added and it finally seemed to click as he held out an, “ooohh.”

But again he looked confused, “but you and Peter…you look so different.”

“Yeah well while your planet comes in only one color, on my planet people come in all sorts of different shades and colors. Not bright colors, just very…neutral.”

Adam was silent again as he took in this new information.

You were from Terra.

Earth.

His mind seemed to be in its own thoughts while you stood there beginning to feel uncomfortable with what had to come eventually.

“Look, I know you like me because you think I’m exactly like you. But I’m just not.”

You don’t blame him if his feelings for you dwindle because of this, you weren’t ashamed of who you were but you were just disheartened that it turned out this way.

He was taking a while to respond and for a moment you wondered if you should just save you both the trouble and leave by your own two feet.

But then he spoke, “it’s true I believed we were the same, and that may have been the reason I searched for you. But in no way was that the sole reason for me gaining some certain feelings of emotion towards you. I believe I have these feelings because of our differences. You have taught me so much because of our different experiences, and that fact has not changed.”

He finishes his small speech and you don’t know exactly what to make of all that information, “so what are you saying?”

“I’m saying I still have fond feelings for you and if you’ll let me, I’d love for us to spend more time together. Solely the two of us.”

You weren’t exactly sure what he meant by that but you think he was asking you out on a date.

“I’d love that too.”

Adam smiles at you, his expression displaying a sort of idiotic happy type smile and all you could do was mirror it.

“See they’re smiling I knew it would work out,” Drax said from down below as the three peered up at you both.

“I am Groot.”

“Yeah yeah, it’s beautiful now, come on. We got things to do,” Nebula said while taking off ushering the others to follow behind her.

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ghost-of-kurdt-haunts-my-room · 24 days ago

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I had been waiting patiently for some time now. I used to struggle so much with sitting still, but Miss Carniscia makes it so easy. All day, little instant messages sent to the chatbox in my peripheral vision, love notes and commands for what to do next. Some of them are automated, I think, reminders to eat and take my medication, but plenty are handwritten just for me. She keeps me warm and fuzzy, sending me messages calling me cute, and telling me all of the… the things she’s going to do when she gets home… I can’t help but rub my thighs together. I know she’s very aware of the effect she has on me, and that only makes me more excited. I don’t answer much, other than short notes back. I get too flustered, and I can’t think good… clearly. I can’t think clearly.

I blink and move to the medicine cabinet like she says, taking out the pills she leaves me and swallowing. She could give me all of my doses herself, but she knows I like the schedule and the independence. Because I am independent, even if she has me living here until I can get back on my feet. I even signed those stupid “Floret” documents, just so I could get some better implants. Plus, it made her happy, and I really like Miss Carniscia. But, she’s assured me many times, as soon as I’m ready to be independent, I just have to step out of the front door. Then we can keep dating on equal footing. Like it should be.

Well, regardless, I took my lunch meds and ate some food, and I don’t have much else for today… I sit down in front of the door. The text readout in the corner of my eye says something, and I have to focus to read it.

-] Waiting by the door like a good little puppy… So adorable

-] xoxo. Good girl.

I feel a shiver run down my spine as I read it, and I feel that tingling metallic sensation when you start salivating heavily coat my mouth. I hate it when she teases like this. My hand wanders unconsciously to that spot between my thighs, the little miniskirt she keeps me in tented up embarrassingly… When I get an idea. Revenge.

I pick the little miniature device, no larger than the head of a pin, from behind my ear and toss it into the air. The small object, a camera and AR interface that I use (mostly because I have no pockets), floats and presents a little transparent interface. Camera app, selfie, timer… I strike my most adorable pose, making sure my tented little skirt is clear in frame but not quite centered, and let the camera click.

I hit send.

-] Typing…

My breath catches. The hand between my thighs keeps moving.

-] Naughty puppy. Still quite adorable, though~

-] We’ll talk when I get home. 15 minutes. xoxo.

Miss Carniscia walks up to her hab unit in an exceptionally bright mood. She steps up the three little stairs, built too large for Terrans to climb comfortably without help, walks to her hab unit, and stands in front of the door. She knows I can feel her bio rhythm, can anticipate exactly what happens next. She knows just how much I love it, too. How the wait, the game, the chase itself is addictive. I nibble at my bottom lip and stare at the door handle. I’m not sure if it’s the drug or the anticipation, but I end up drooling like a dog. Finally, finally, the door knob turns.

“Hello, my little petal~ Someone got too excited to wait anymore, didn’t they?”

I respond by pawing at her shins, a beautiful tapestry of leaves and flower petals, a form crafted lovingly in the pattern of a long flowing dress out of the anatomy of a carnation. I whine, any semblance of disobedience or pesky independence melted into a puddle of puppy-thoughts. I tell myself it’s the drugs. Of course she’d spike my medication, just to get me all stupid for her, keep me reliant…

“There’s my sweet little girl~... Well, unfortunately for you, my rosebud, you’ve already made quite the spectacle for your Mistress at work. I had to come home just to make sure you wouldn’t get into trouble! Don’t fret though, little one, Mistress has just the solution~”

I shiver in anticipation and nod, excited for what she has in store. The fear of being punished mixes beautifully with the thrill of being owned, only aided by the freedom of knowing I don’t have to pretend to be independent, to be strong. It’s the drugs! And that lets me give in, give in to her- wait, what is-

Miss Carniscia lets a long vine fall from her shoulder, snaking across the ground and slithering up my body. She takes special care to wrap it around my waist, my thighs, slipping under clothes and teasing me where I want it most-- My breath hitches and I shut my eyes tight. The vine wraps finally around my throat, restricting my breath to short, ragged gasps. She forces me head upwards, her hand tangling in my hair and yanking me backwards.

“Isn’t it so much better this way, pet? Mmmm… time for you to earn it, mutt.”

The whimper that escapes my lips is barely audible between choked gasps. She doesn’t bother to pick me up, just walking to the bedroom and dragging me behind her, vine wrapped around my neck as a makeshift collar and leash. I crawl after her as best I can, but stumble multiple times. She’s moving too fast- there’s a step going from the entryway into the hallway, and it’s too big for me to make smoothly. She doesn’t care, pulling me along behind her as I whimper.

“Come on puppy! You can do it, good girl~”

The praise is enough to keep me going. I crawl behind her and finally make it to the bedroom. I silently thank the heavens she doesn’t make me climb up onto the bed, it being as tall as I am. She lifts me and sets me down on the mattress

“Oh, what a good girl you are… Good job, little Petal, time for your reward!”

I sit on the mattress, kneeling in front of her as her form mutates, the leaves and flower petals that make up her beautiful dress morphing into a far more revealing evening slip. The vines around my neck slip down to my wrists and ankles, more long, green tendrils exuding from her body and wrapping me up. She used her hand to grab a collar off the desk, an inefficient gesture. She's being clear enough without speaking: She's going to tame me, at least for tonight.

I look up at her. It's all I can do, look up at her and plead silently. My tongue feels fat and imprecise, lolling and swirling lazily in my mouth without purpose. She laughs at me, gliding back to the bed with the collar in hand.

“You ought to know why I'm doing this.”

I nod.

“Say it, Petal.”

I open my mouth. A small croaking noise comes out as I try to remember how to speak, what muscles to tense or manipulate to form words without jawing at her like a pig. The clumsiness of my face makes me blush, feeling stupid.

“Poor thing. Take your time.”

“I-... I-- I'fve b-ben a bad gur-l…?”

The affini’s face lights up in joy, her face etched with pride and glee.

“Good girl!! That's right, you've been naughty, and now Miss Carniscia has to teach you a little lesson!”

“...I-Izzit gunna hurt?”

“Oh don't worry, petal, nothing you can't handle.”

I find myself nodding and kneeling to her, on my knees and elbows, lowering my head in submission. My thoughts are singular: I've been bad, and I need to be punished. I feel the collar tighten around my neck, and another pathetic noise escapes my lips. Then, the vines lazily wrapped around my arms and legs pull taught and spread me out on the bed, my legs hanging off the side.

“Now be a good girl and count for your Mistress.”

A second of confusion is quickly interrupted by the sharp feeling of a riding crop striking my ass, my skirt lifted up by a vine. The drugs make it hard to speak, but they elevate every light touch into a searing fountain of pleasure on my skin. It's hard to bear the pleasure, much less the pain. Every light strike feels like my body’s being ripped in to pieces, like a flaming hot whip being struck across my backside. I whimper, take a moment to gather my thoughts, and manage to stumble out some speech.

“O-o-one Mistress! I'm s-sorry Mistress!!!”

“Look at that, so obedient… Just how I like you. You didn't even need me to tell you, and you spoke your apology perfectly. Such a smart little puppy!”

The praise makes me nauseatingly happy, like I'll pass out from the sheer pride and joy I feel in my chest. Another strike crashes into me like a school bus.

“AHh- Two, Mistress! I'm s-so sorry Mistress!!”

“Good girl. Three more to go, my sweet flower.”

I bite down on my lip, but before I can fully sink my teeth down she worms a vine into my mouth, wrapping it around the back of my head like a gag. Because of this, I don't try to count the next intoxicating strike. This is a mistake.

After she hits me, she waits. Then, she hits me again. A whimper falls out of me, but the gag muffles it. She hits me again. I'm almost crying now. She leans down, inches, millimeters away from my face, and whispers into my ear.

“You'll have to do better than that, sugarplum. Count. We're still on number three, if you've lost track.”

I look up at her, tears brimming in my eyes, and nod desperately. There's some thing inside of me, some deep, buried fear of being bad, of being abandoned. I can't disobey. I cannot.

As another strike lands across my ass, now reddening and bruising, I try my best to scream through the vines that gag and bind me. The result is completely incoherent, but she seems to understand what I'm saying.

“Much better. Two left, puppy.”

I nod and close my eyes tight, ready to receive the same searing, agonizing pain. I'm not disappointed, feeling another sharp crack against my tender skin. I scream out my answer again, still hopelessly muffled. I thank the heavens and the stars that she's not testing coherence, just obedience.

“That’s four. One more to go, little one.”

The last whip is enough to send me over the edge, desperately crying and begging for mercy through the vines. She leans down, staring at my ruined form with unabashed glee as I whimper and writhe against the bonds, pleading for a shred of mercy.

“Don’t worry, little puppy, we're all done. You were such a good girl for your Mistress, weren't you- Oh look at that, you're so broken you think you have to keep begging! That doesn't mean stop, mutt. Beg for mercy~”

Finay the gag is removed from my face, and the blubbering words that fall out are a clear indication of how far I've gone.

“P-Please Mistress!!! W-won’t do it again, I'll be a good girl I promise!! I p-promise- Pleasepleaseplease-- I- I- I'm nothing- Just a dumb little mutt who gets confused but I'll be good for you- P-please--- N-nothing at the feet of my g-Goddess”

That final word causes her glowing eyes to dilate and her vines to wrap further around my body, her form stretching out and standing tall, her shoulder blades unfurling like great, massive wings, blocking the light from the ceiling, picking my body up like a limp ragdoll.

“Say that last part one. More. Time?”

I nod and stumble over the words.

“N-Nothing!! Nothing at the f-f-feet of my G-Goddess!!”

I see a shiver run through her body- A hunger I don't recognize spreads through every inch of her, and she looks back at me like a predator. Her words fall out as a growl, a deep, inhuman sound rumbling not from her mouth but from down, in the dark crevice of her chest, like her core is speaking straight to me.

“Good fucking girl.”

The vines around my body lay me down on the bed, not even bothering to flip me on my stomach. My heart is beating out of my chest, every nerve ending and vein in my body straining with an overload of input. I feel like my body is drowning in flames of pleasure as she rips off what little clothing I'm wearing. We've been together for months, we've had sex a few times but this… this isn't that. This is something different, something Terrans don't understand.

I think about protesting, about telling her no. I would, just to show I'm not yet hers, but… God it feels so good, it feels so so good and I don't want it to stop- I've already handed her my dignity, I see no point in protecting my freedom now. She speaks to me again, that same deep, terrifying roar.

“I am going to make you mine and you are going to stay that way.”

I whimper something strange and unlike myself, but as soon as I think to question it, I feel a dozen needles entering my stomach.

I was really just writing this so @transbianmuffin and @scribbled-dream could see it first! Gonna post it on ao3 soon but im not a huge fan of ALL the moots seeing my depraved hornyposting

#to be continued!!!#Floret is gonna wake up feeling sore and have NO idea what happened because she got pumped full of Class B's #Miss Carniscia feels quite embarrassed about losing control like that #so get ready for some angst!!!

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probablyasocialecologist · 9 months ago

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Despite the 48 intervening years, the novella still comes easily and disagreeably. Davidson in particularly is frighteningly familiar, a white supremacist assured of his moral certitude, convinced that he has both the right and duty to murder creechies after they rise up from forced servitude and destroy a logging camp, killing some 200 Terrans. Following an interdict from Earth—a member of the new League of Worlds—that the Terran colonists of New Tahiti leave the Athsheans alone pending the League’s audit of the colony’s impact on the indigenous humans (an intervention pushed by Terran anthropologist or “hilfer” Raj Lyubov and two visiting non-Terran humans, a Cetian and a Hain), Davidson refuses to give up his crusade against the creechies. Like H. Beam Piper’s Little Fuzzy before and James Cameron’s Avatar after, Word for World pits the Bad Guy against the indigenous population as a representative of the worst aspects of human (Terran) life: a god-hero complex driven by greed, racism, and self-assured superiority over all life. The Davidson figure (Kellog in Piper, Quaritch in Cameron’s film) is juxtaposed by Lyubov, an anthropologist who advocates strongly for Athshe’s independence, representing a vaguely liberal they’re-human-too response to Terran expansionism. Word for World departs from the eco-capitalist fantasies of similar texts, from the idea that colonial expansion and resource extraction are OK but within reason, by presenting things from the indigenous perspective and not treating the “within reason” perspective as the final word on colonialism. In other words, Le Guin provides a strong case for the Athsheans’ swift and violent retaliation against the Terrans, including the killing of 500 women (newly brought to New Tahiti to “entertain” the two-thousand-plus workforce of Terran men) so the Terrans cannot “breed.” Readers of course are aware that the colony has a brand new ansible, has just learned of the League’s new interdict against conflict with the locals, and might very well lose their colonial charter. This is the “within reason” response: Earth learn that the colonists went “too far,” so an attempt must be made to reign them in; as Colonel Dongh, administrator of the colony tells Selver, temporary leader of the Athsheans upon the Terrans’ defeat, the release of “voluntary” laborers should have been enough to appease the Athsheans. This is the rhetoric of bullies and empires when their former victims are still angry: But we stopped murdering/bombing/enslaving you, so why’re you mad?

#ursula le guin #the word for world is forest #spoilers

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dreemurr-fever · 1 year ago

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Fun Earthspark fact: did you realize Blitzwing and Astrotrain make an appearance in Season 1, episode 16 "Warzone"

When Megatron takes the Terrans to the memorial, he shows a few pictures of the war. In the first one, we can see a bunch of Decepticons attacking what I think is the White House. We can see Skywarp and Nova Storm on the left and Hardtop on the right. But in the left corner and the sky

Blitzwing and Astrotrain!!!

I'm like 99% sure that that's Blitzwing given the tank thing (idfk what it's called) on his back and cause he's ourple. Plus what I think is a cockpit on his chest.

And Astrotrain up in the sky in his alt mode! Like there's no way that's not Astrotrain. And wanna know something else about him? According to the Transformers Earthspark official guide book, Astrotrain was the cause of Megatron's new alt mode.

(Text bc I couldn't get a non blurry picture: "However, when Megatron saw the flying Decepticon, the triple-changing giant Astrotrain, attack Lt. Malto's squadron, Megatron realized he needed to take the fight to the skies! Looking to a nearby air base, he saw the last remaining warplane, a tilt-rotor military aircraft capable of vertical takeoffs and landings. Megatron scanned the aircraft, rapidly changed and reconfigured himself, and flew into action against Astrotrain. Megatron's new alt mode not only helped him defend his new friends, but also prove his loyalty to Optimus Prime!")

#transformers #transformers earthspark #tf earthspark #maccadam #megatron #blitzwing #astrotrain

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yanderes-galore · 1 year ago

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Hi can I request some yandere earthspark bumblebee? With a Terran(idk if that’s how you spell it) darling, Who can’t transform? You can chose how they can’t transform.( idk if you watched g1 but the war last up till 2005 so we are like 22-23 year old)

I get what you're trying to say but Terrans didn't exist until the series starts from what I recall so I'm just going to keep this a platonic mentor/student relationship.

I apologize if something is off, I'm still not very far in Earthspark!

Yandere! ES! Platonic! Bumblebee with Terran! Darling who can't transform

Pairing: Platonic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Overprotective behavior, Parental yandere, Poor self-esteem (Darling), Manipulation, Dubious/Forced family dynamic.

Bumblebee is naturally protective of the Terrans in his care.

He has been given the important role of mentor to them, at first he's very poor at it but he learns quickly with help from the Malto family.

The Malto family has taught him what it's like to have family after so long.

Especially since he plays baby-sitter most of the time to the twins and the Terrans.

Speaking of Terrans... you're one of the newest Terrans introduced into the family.

However, unlike most in your species, you struggle with Transforming.

It's an odd revelation to the family.

Sure, Twitch and Thrash struggled with transforming at first... but you can't just in general?

Bumblebee doesn't believe you can't transform at first.

He recalls what it took for Twitch and Thrash to transform before trying to mentor you.

By the time he meets you he's used to playing teacher and tries to help.

He teaches you how to scan, how to prepare to transform...

He suggest vehicles... animals... things like that.

Yet after days... maybe weeks... you just can't.

The fact you're a Transformer who can't transform messes with you.

You begin to feel you're defective as a Terran.

Maybe you really are... or just haven't met the requirements to achieve that ability yet?

Either way... for now you feel you're a failure and it ruins your self-esteem.

Bumblebee feels pity for you... he can't entirely understand what you're feeling but doesn't like seeing a student of his upset.

The other Terrans most likely try to help you feel better also... but you keep trying to wall yourself off.

Bumblebee doesn't allow you to isolate yourself.

Even when you try to close yourself off, Bumblebee promises to be there for you.

He ends up growing attached as he wants you to feel successful.

Plus he hasn't really given up on training you to transform.

Bumblebee most likely grows overprotective of you, more than the other Terrans.

He protects the other Terrans but feels nervous about you.

Without the ability to transform you're like a sitting duck.

You can't use blasters, you have no alternative mode...

You're vulnerable until you gain those abilities... if you even can.

As a result, Bumblebee takes it upon himself to protect you.

What better way than keeping you at the Malto home?

You feel envious of the fact that other Terrans get to go out and do things while you're stuck at home.

Yet Bumblebee says it's too dangerous, until you can prove that you're fine on your own he's keeping you here.

This gives you some hope which makes you train more.

In reality, Bumblebee doesn't plan on letting you go out on your own.

Even if you could be forged a weapon to use to defend yourself, you couldn't go under cover.

What if someone saw you!?

As your mentor... Bumblebee feels this is the safest action to take.

He'll give you some hope to make you happy, but you should know he's just doing what a mentor should!

He's keeping his student safe.

Bumblebee would coddle you, he's attached and wants you to live a good life away from danger.

For a little while, maybe you're fine with it.

Yet seeing the same environment day after day is boring.

That and training takes a toll on you... with no visible results.

After this you plead with Bumblebee to allow you to leave.

Your mentor refuses the idea, reciting the usual reason.

Maybe this makes you try to run away?

You won't get far, of course, since Bumblebee always has an optic on you.

If/when you're caught by Bumblebee he drags you back.

Why can't you see the bigger picture?

He's protecting you!

Yet, in your eyes, Bumblebee is keeping you prisoner at your own home.

He is always nearby, if he has to leave he has someone watch you.

He hates having another Terran watch you though as he feels they'll cause trouble and get you hurt.

You crave freedom... but your own issues prevent you from pursuing it.

Bumblebee says he'll let you explore more with him when/if you can transform.

But who knows if that time will ever come? He may not even let you go if you could by this point.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers earthspark #yandere bumblebee #yandere earthspark bumblebee #yandere es bumblebee #platonic yandere

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