#they're so fun and squishy

[kalosian-woods]

I've been wondering actually about your pokemon headcanons for the gang... If you are willing to share some...

Heliolisk: Is very attuned to time! As a little Helioptile it meant that he tends to visit certain spots at certain times of the day, holding his own schedule. Nowadays, it means keeping others to a schedule, which can be handy in some situation and slightly bossy in others.

Emolga: The true beast of the Gym lol. Motor Drive + Energy Ball + Air Slash + Electro Ball sweep (I am not a VGC user). But only if he's actually there to battle with lol.

Magneton: Actually does get very curious and interested in what others are doing, but can't really switch attention spans so easily. Gets stuck doing the same thing again and again until their initiative or realises there is no net postive change, then is finally able to do something else. Only thing that can draw them to someplace quickly is an electrical field.

Bunnelby: Very observant of others fighting styles or the way that they use their moves. It also means that he sometimes can tell when others are close to evolving, although that’s a secret he won’t tell unless the certain Pokémon wants to talk about it.

Froakie: He blushes way too easily, and it’s far too noticeable for him. His actual relief when being a Greninja meant that he could cover his face! (Don’t tell him about the fins)

Fletchling: As a Talonflame, shedding makes him more emotional. He doesn’t understand why! He should be stronger with every new growth of feathers, but instead he’s gentle and kinder and gets more sleepier than usual. It’s annoying but ultimately harmless (except to his ego) that’s all.

Dedenne: Actually older than what most people and Pokémon give credit for! Just that with all the sleeping and Fairy-typing, his kind tends to live longer than most Pokémon their size + don’t really age while sleeping, so still technically a baby. But there’s a lot of power that comes with being on this earth heh.

Fennekin: Has a habit of gnawing on her wand as a Braixen, especially when deep in thought. Is actually very touch-orientated as is, especially after evolution, which may have been why the broken wand incident was very… painful to her (there were actually a load of issues that that but feeling the grooves where her teeth had pieced it and claws had gripped it was a memory that it sorely missed).

Chespin: Got flipping down to a T. Don’t question the very many occasions of being unceremoniously thrown, dropped from a tall height, lost grip on a tree, or got stuck to the ground because of his spines. He’s a natural at rolling too and curling up into a perfect ball while sleeping sometimes but that’s just easy stuff.

Hawlucha: Can tell what surface he is touching with his eyes closed. What type of tree, the soil, fabrics… wait why does he know fabrics? Anyways, likes to observe Serena making costumes as well and has very opinionated tastes in Showcases. These are not related facts.

Pancham: Actually travelled around watching people and Showcases before being found where he was. He ended up trying props after seeing some of the Theme rounds and usually watched from the vents, trying and failing to get in through other ways and plotting his own grand entrance (to see if it was as magnificent as it seemed). The day that the gang visited was the one day where he was sucessful in actually breaking in.

Luxio: Based on Natures, would have a Lonely one. Used to blame that fact after Clem left and stuck to it fiercely afterwards when warding people away from the underground equipment/stores. Now just understands that she just prefers chilling on her own to 'recharge her batteries', so to speak. Still likes to stay next to others or keep an eye out though, so maybe that's not entirely all there is to her.

Goomy: As a Sliggoo ended up having to rely on other senses to get by, with the whole devolved eyes and all. Got very aquainted with everyone's voices, other sounds, and smell (and taste but let's not get into that).

Noibat: Has periods where she gets non-verbal (usually after a big cry session or after going through a lot of emotions). Hawlucha matches her silences alongside with her, while Talonflame fills it with lots of talking and gestures. She appreciates the gesture and usually ends up playing with the others anyways, and after a while speaks her mind again when she feels ready to.

Eevee: Was a born and raised wild Pokemon. Well, self-raised. Seeing any strange Pokemon or people in general scared her, but she enjoys her own space in the meadow and never really had much reason to leave it. Her dance is a fluid movement that she's made herself after years of experimentation, and she still likes adding or trying out new varients to see if it can be even more fun! That's how she spends her days, anyways.

[devilart2199-aibi]

i just wanted to say how much your art is such a delight to look at. i cant explain it maybe its the shapes of yoyr drawings??? the softness but not??! i cant explain but i just like em

AWWW!! Thank you very much!! Reading your message made me so happy ;w; I'm happy you like my drawings! Hehehe 💕💞💕💞

[sysig]

Stop celebrating so loud, you’ll wake everyone up! (P1 | P2 | P3) (Patreon)

[Panel 1] Hater: *sigh* What a waste of my precious time. [SFX: beep boop!]

[Panel 2] Peepers: ...

[Panel 5] Peepers: YEAAAA

[Panel 6] Hater: QUIET OUT THERE!

[Panel 7] Peepers: Sorry sir! Hater: Hmph!

[a-bucket-in-the-void]

dude do u mind if i try to draw sweet pea and buttercup they're sooooo cute im obsessed

:00000 yes please??? oh that would be so cool i love my little goobers

[gamebunny-advance]

Hoohoo~

So, the (generic) product samples finally came in, and I'm making some executive decisions:

Probably gonna do front-side epoxy. I think it'll emphasize the "candy" quality that I originally envisioned for these. With that in mind, it wouldn't make a lot of sense to then have a different back-side design, so consequently (and according to the popular vote), the backside is gonna be mirrored without any additional edits from me.

We're doing 2.5 inches for the size. The popular vote was actually for bigger, but seeing the different sizes in person, 2.5 inches is just about right for the kinds of designs I made, and about what I envisioned when I originally thought of this project. Anything bigger than that just feels excessive for how simple the designs are. I *might* cave and go up to 3 inches, but don't count on it.

At some point, I'm gonna make another survey about some design changes, but that probably won't be a for a bit. I want to provide visual examples of the changes, but the display to my laptop actually broke recently, so I can't really draw or edit anything right now~ ;_;

I still have all my data and stuff, but I've been using a tv-screen as the display for the past few days, and it's more than a little cumbersome to use like this, so until I can get some repairs done, this project is on a slight delay~

But, once my laptop is fixed (which should hopefully be within the next couple of weeks), I'll make some alternate designs, have y'all vote on em, and once that's squared away I'll start production and finally sales~

[thecodeveronica]

mwahaha I finally have them all!

[revenantghost]

WELP, that craft show was a bust :'D Well if anyone's interested in puppy or kitten pommallows or any of the Bluey creations, they're all up for immediate shipping!

[deathbind]

fuck I just realized how dangerous it is for Serot to have counterspell cast on him. it'll literally cause his spell to explode in his face.

[dude-iloveu]

[sysig]

Went absolutely feral on WOY again recently (Patreon)

[shigarosie]

"We shouldn't be doing this," Aizawa says, the pads of his fingers pressing into the squishy skin of your cheek as he grips it with one hand, prying your lips off of his. "This is- it's inappropriate, you're my-"

You kiss him again, and despite his objections he reciprocates. His beard tickles you, not quite as scratchy and unkempt as when he first hired you. He has time to take care of himself now. The bags under his eyes- well, they're still there, but much less deep and purple. You know that taking you on as Eri's nanny is the best decision he's made in a while. And with the way you can feel him beginning to grow against your thigh, perhaps the worst as well.

"That's what makes it fun," you say, trying to convince him as your hands snake into his hair. "That's what makes it sexy. Fucking the hot, young babysitter- it's a cliche for a reason, Shota."

"Fuck," he grumbles, nipping at your lip. "Fuck. I'm not that guy. That's not me, I don't fuck younger women who- who I pay to care for my child, I-"

"You're a man," you moan, gripping his hair and pulling it taut. "A man who's been lonely for too long. Wouldn't it be nice to have a wet, hot cunt to sink your cock in?"

"Was this your plan all along?" He growls, walking you back against the living room wall. "Put on your sweet little dresses and take care of my daughter just to seduce me?"

"No," you giggle, arching into him as your back meets the wall. "I'm too good at my job to just do it for a fuck. Getting you to bend me over the sofa and rail me is just... An added perk."

"You're a minx," he says, defeated. "I shouldn't do this."

"But you will... Won't you?"

In a movent so quick and smooth you'd think he was getting laid nightly if you didn't know better, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, his erection pressing against your cotton panties. You whimper at the contact, trying to buck against him for an ounce of friction.

"And burn in hell for it."

[luludeluluramblings]

Neglected!Marine!Reader x Yandere!BatFamily

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A/N: I’ve been holding on to this one. Army Dreamer sent me an ask and this is what came out of it. I know you probably wanted Army, but I just thought Marine cause of an old COD OC I had and this fricken spiraled. I was gonna make it a three part series, but that would take too long and you deserve it now!

A/N: Frick forgot the warnings. My bad!

Warnings: GN!Reader, Yandere themes, bodily injury (to reader), mentions of death

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You've been living with the Wayne since our mother and step-father died. You've constantly been ignored and belittled by the family. The most common bully being Damian, your younger half-brother. After constant harassments and being called weak by pretty much everyone for years, you sign up for the Marines after a recruiter comes to your high school and gives you and your classmates the selling points.

But, fuck it, you don't care. Gets you away from everyone. And, it's one of the most difficult military branches so an even bigger fuck you to anyone who thinks your weak after this.

It takes two years for you to get somewhere comfortable. You're not flying up the military ladder, but you’re a damn good officer in the METOC moving to South Caroline. And, a 12 hour drive and 2 hour flight from Gotham. Neither which you have ever taken.

You don't bother contact home. You don't bother going home for holidays and Christmas. You send Alfred a card occasionally with some of your other single and lonely military friends in it. Y'all make them really funny too.

It's through these collected and hilarious cards that you get rediscovered. Not by the family, but by the media. Apparently, not only did your silly photos go viral, but your friends damn military tik tok did to.

("Why'd you join the marines?" "It was too dangerous to be a stripper in Gotham." "Why'd you join the marines?” “I have daddy issues and wanted to get yelled at by someone who cared.")

The family which had still been ignoring you or completely forgot you up to that point was absolutely fucking baffled.

Bruce was imediatly calling Kate.

(“Why didn’t you tell me they joined the military?” “I was Air Force. Not in the Marines. How would I have known?”)

Media is now constantly harassing the family because like, “Hey! Your kid disappeared and joined the military, and you said nothing and now they're roasting you online for the entire world to see.

Bruce is making calls. Tim and Barbara are now trying to hack military stuff. Only for your barracks friends to troll the absolute shit outta them and on government computers to boot.

Eventually Stephanie finds out you’ve been sending cards to Wayne manor of you having fun and doing stupid shit with friends. (Things that you should be doing with them, because holy fuck are you funny as shit.) All addressed to Alfred. Bruce asks if you ever sent anything to him, which was a flat no.

Jason is just baffled. This was nothing he expected. You used to be so soft and squishy, now there's videos of you lifting and doing fun shit with friends and you're shooting guns like a badass. So proud of you.

Cassandra is reading everyone's body language, but yours just looks carefree when she sees your videos and photos, she wants to feel like that. She wants you to help her feel like that.

Dick is distraught. You could have join the circus! But the military? Yes, you're a badass now, but still! He's delulu in thinking that you would have wanted to follow in his footsteps. Acting like he wasn't always busy or spending time with Damian.

Duke is just wowed. You joined the military. You DNGF. You are badass without having to wear any hero costume. Cool shit. Top tier.

Stephanie is just amazed. You had all this personality and she had no idea. You were just living your best life without the wight of the family or our father, and holy shit did she want that for herself. Teach her your ways.

Barbara is amazed, too. This was the most normal form of rebellion anyone could do in this family. Yet, no one expected it and you did it. She would have expected you to become a villian or gone rouge, but instead you joined the military. Color her surprised.

Tim is pissed. Everyone wants you back, yet there is no way to get you back. You knowingly or unknowingly made it nearly impossible for them to get you back without the military and government getting involved. He's pissed about the challenge, and now he's obsessing over all your old manerisns and the photos and videos. (He has the cleariest picture of how you really feel, but he doesn't care that it might be broken or negative. He's obsessed all the same.)

Bruce finds out your active duty and freaks the fuck out. Something could happen and you could be deployed and killed. His worst fear is you being killed. It was bad enough when you were in Gotham and fragile. But, now your military and you think you’re strong. But, you’re not and now you could die at any moment.

Damian is shellshocked. You technically proved him wrong. And, he sees the media's reaction to you. Some people are actually praising you for your service. You left and made yourself strong and made a new family. You didn't bother fighting for this one because you didn't think they were worth it. You didn't think he was worth it. It hurts, but not in away that makes him angry. In a way that makes hs insecurities flare. He wants you to come home now, so he can prove to you that he is worthy. That he is sorry.

Getting you home is near impossible. You have a specific roll that you've trained for, and are on active duty. Your a military dog on a leash the bat family cant control.

It's Kate the gives them the horrible idea. If they got you discharged from the military then you would have to come home. The only problem is an honorable discharge would still give you the means to avoid them, while a dishonorable discharge would make you absolutely hate them and they don't want that. (Plus the media would constantly harass you and them.)

So they decide to get you a medical discharge.

But, they can't hack into things and make anything up, though. And, all your physicals and mental check ups were sound. You have a more administrative position, but accidents happen all the time. Bruce has to make a few phone calls, but your active duty gets you sent out into the field. On a military operation that called for your expertise. (His anxiety is spiked through the roof and he has League Members on standby if something goes wrong.)

Kate also made a few phone calls. You ended up being deployed to assist the National Guard near your area. Only while doing your duties, you and your squad trigger a trap and you lose your hearing in your left ear and your left leg is wrecked. A few of your team mates are killed. (Bruce is pissed at Tim, Dick and Jason for that specifically.) Some lost limbs or now have memory problems. Eveyone in the squad is down and out.

You try to support the surviors as you all recover, but as soon as you’re better and given medical discharge the family snags you. Dragging you back to gotham before anyone can say anything. You try to fight, but the loss of hearing messes with you and the still fresh injury makes you weak once more. Plus, there's more of them than you.

When back at the manor, the family uses PTSD as an excuse for the lack of public appearances, and make many donations to VA hospitals and campaigns for retired and injured members of the military. (They even pay for what the military won't cover for your friends and anyone else they injured in the incident. Bruce has some guilt over you getting hurt that he tries to get rid of by doing this.)

Instantly, Stephanie and Dick coddle you. And, an insane amount.

Jason tries to treat you how he did before since he's so awkward and you punch him in the face in return. Not taking that from him anymore. And, he fucking respects you more for it.

Tim ironically enough, begins to emotionally manipulate you with finesse. He's studied you obsessively, yet somehow you’re still surprising him every now and then.

Barbara gives you space, she can tell this has all been a lot and of everyone she probably understands your injury best.

Bruce bounces between trying to coddle you and give you space. Unintentionally treating you like a child.

Cass is just silently there all the time, almost always watching. She can tell you're overwhelmed and pissed, but you’re still so peaceful to her. Not asking her to talk or forcing her away.

Duke is the most chill. Sucks they had to nerf you, but still your fun to hang out with despite the injury. You developed some military humor and it is hilarious.

Damian, avoids you until he finally breaksdown. And it's not pretty. He finally confesses how guilty he feels. That he is sorry. That he actually didn't want to have to hurt you, that he is a terrible brother and a horrible hero. he never shouldve called you weak. (And, you forgive him, because he was a child. And, because out of everyone he's the only one to apologize and confessed to what they did.)

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A/N: I’m typing up like three stories at once, and my ask box is filled. Absolutely slammed. Last time I went on an answer spree I burnt myself out. Hopefully this will hold y’all off while I finish up Smalltown! Part 8, Pregnant! Part 2, and a partial Part 2 to the SugarDaddy Tony thingy. (I don’t know where that came from, but I’m happy y’all liked it. The original man for the SugarDaddy/Older!Husband was Philip Graves. lol)

[jay-is-writing]

This is 100% their dynamic.

learned it was trans day of visibility so. behold. this post is visible

comic transcript:

MARTY: Doc, I ah... This might sound weird, but, uhh... I don't think that I'm a girl. I think I want to be a boy. MARTY: Is that weird? Does that makes sense...? MARTY: I guess that doesn't make sense it's fine just forget it- DOC: [in his head] I DIDN'T RUIN THE SPACE TIME CONTINUUM AFTER ALL!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa DOC: [out loud] WONDERFUL!!! MARTY: ?? Um. Thanks? Did you. Was it obvious...?? DOC: [in his head] That was not the correct response.

[gatorbites-imagines]

Viltrumite biology headcanons 

These are my headcanons for viltrumite biology, like, full-blooded viltrumites. So, these don't count as Mark, unless we specifically say they do.

This is mostly smut based... 

Viltrumites have a higher body temperature than humans, and they become hotter with age depending on their strength, since their muscles are working so much. 

They don't have tastebuds like humans, meaning their tongues are smooth. Their tongues are also longer than a human. 

They don't really have fingerprints, but this might be more because they fight so damn much that it's been worn off.  

I don't think their moustaches have any specific meaning culturally, I just think its popular fashion and what's seen as attractive. 

Viltrumites build muscles easier than humans, but even without a muscular body, they still have extreme super strength. 

Their bodies aren't very sensitive, and they don't bruise easily, and heal quickly, so hickeys never last long. I like to think their spine is a little sensitive though. 

Viltrumites don't purr, or make noises like that, and their organs are very similar to humans, the placement might just be different. 

You won't be able to feel a viltrumites pulse through their skin, since their veins are buried deeper inside their bodies, as having them close to the surface is a weakness. 

Viltrumites dont really kiss, as it doesn't have much meaning in their culture. Just like fucking is for breeding and dominance, kissing doesn't really get done for the most part. 

Viltrumites don't feel arousal the exact same way we humans do. Where for humans it can be quick and powerful, it's a slower pooling feeling for viltrumites. Like, think syrup pouring into a cup, compared to just water. 

Their arousal is more akin to bloodlust and the want to dominate, for the most part. I think they can learn to be turned on by different things, but a full on viltrumite is more like that. 

They don't fuck for fun, they only have intercourse for breeding purposes, or dominance.  

Their breeding organs are inside their body when not in use, which means they are as flat as ken dolls about 99.9% of the time. Since the breeding appendage is an obvious weakness, and all that. 

Both male and female viltrumites seal shut between their legs, like a slit, but they can mentally open themselves up so their organs are exposed. 

Female viltrumite organs look similar to humans, except they have more grip and muscle on the inside, and can “tie” themselves to their breeding partner, to keep them pressed together until their breeding was successful. 

For males, their organ is more alien looking. Its phallic in shape, but has different colors depending on the viltrumite. There are “spikes” across the length, but they're more like soft squishy bumps. The amount, size and placement are different from viltrumite to viltrumite.  

Viltrumites, the ones that follow their usual ways anyways, dont really moan. Its more growling, groaning, and all that. The right person can make them moan though. 

Viltrumites also don't really do oral, since fucking is not meant to be fun. This also means most viltrumites don't have a lot of experience, and would just be kinda rutting. 

[lorialia]

⋆ pervy hamster!han jisung x bunny!reader headcanons ⋆

tags: pervert!hanji, masturbation, hamster and bunny hybrids, sub!reader, fem!reader, heats/ruts, oral(fem receiving), unprotected sex. minors dni.

a/n: here's some short unedited hanji filth for you guys. sorry not sorry for not posting i am constantly and perpetually sick, but i do have some fun things planned! not just for hanji next time. enjoy <3

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You've always been warned to never get close to predators. You're a bunny after all—a lesser form. There are people all around the world that could hurt you.

It's been so hard to find someone you can trust :( thankfully, there's no need to worry with your best friend Jisung.

Jisung's just a sweet hamster hybrid you live with. So adorable with his soft, tiny ears and tail. He loves anime and watching movies on the couch with you, and he's the nicest person ever!

Meanwhile hamster!hanji feels so so guilty; really he does. But something about your floppy bunny ears and the skimpy outfits you wear around the house makes his dick hard.

He can't help it—you're so cute. There's no way he can resist taking a peek under your skirt when he bends down to pick something up for the nth time.

Jisung loves petting your ears, especially when he tugs them and you make a soft noise of protest. It sounds like a little moan, and he wishes he could record the sound to jerk off to later.

And the way you hop around when you're excited is so adorable! He hopes you can ride him like that someday <3

He loves to tickle you all over, copping a feel of your squishy little tits and ass. When you're lying on the couch by the end of it, all breathless and giggly, he swears he will cum in his pants.

You trust him so much that you let him hug and cuddle you. Hamsters are naturally cuddly, right? Especially when he can subtly grind on you from behind.

And when you're showering? Jisung's fluffy little ears always prick up; his feet dash to the bathroom door. The sound of the water covers the soft huffs he makes jerking off to your body, thank god. He wouldn't want to be caught, would he?

At night, he dreams of shoving you down to his bed and making you his. Mounting you and pressing you into the sheets, burying his head into your shoulder and cumming into your sweet pussy over and over. He always wakes up to a hard-on that he needs to get off before breakfast.

Meanwhile, you're oblivious to it all—so happy that you have a sweet roommate that won't prey on you. There's no way Jisung could do anything; hamster hybrids are so docile~

You know you have a yearly heat, but you're surprised when it comes a week early. Neither of you are prepared—Jisung is surprised by your snappier, more aggressive behavior and has no idea what is going on.

You immediately retreat to your room and shut the door, forgetting to lock it. Poor Jisung is so confused that he has to open the door a smidge and peek through.

You're laid on the center of your bed, your pussy gushing as you take two fingers. Too desperate, you haven't even pulled off your skirt or panties—they're simply shoved to the side so you can fuck yourself. Your face is pressed into your pillow, muffling the sound of your frustrated whines. You just can't seem to get off no matter how hard you try.

Jisung's mouth drops. His eyes zero in on your pretty cunt and the slick seeping out of it, and his hands fly to the growing bulge in his pants. He palms himself, imagining his dick in place of your fingers.

A groan slips from his lips louder than intended. Your bunny ears prick up; your head moves up from your pillow, just enough so your teary eyes are able to see him. They're dilated and wide, as if there's not much more in your mind than heat and want.

"Help?" You beg in the softest voice, and Jisung thinks he might ascend. He bursts through the doorway and clambers onto the bed with reckless abandon. His lips meet yours before you can say another word, desperate and frantic. When you pull apart he's already pulling your panties down your leg and slotting his face where it was before.

He eats you out so nicely, his arms wrapped around your thighs to keep you close and spread out for him. He takes turns between fucking you with his tongue and sucking on your clit. Since your skirt is covering his head, all you can see are two brown hamster ears twitching with utter delight as you cry and moan like a broken record.

By the time he's lapped up two rounds of cum, you're wet enough so when he finally slips his cock between your folds it doesn't sting. Jisung sinks in like warm butter, and he swears he can see stars. He lets out a shudder and has to take a second just to sit and feel; your cunt so tight he might burst.

Meanwhile, you're impatient and heat-crazy. You beg for him to fuck you, mount you, breed you into submission. When he begins to move, you nearly sob into the mattress, his cock rubbing deliciously against your walls. He pounds into you relentlessly, making sure you're shaped to fit him and him alone. His hands wrap around your bunny ears and tug; the stuttered sound you make causes Jisung to respond with a guttural groan.

"Fuck—bun, bunny, you're so cute," he mumbles into your ear. "I'm gonna cum inside, ok? You're—shit, ah—you're gonna take it, yeah? You're gonna take it~" You can barely manage to nod, all hazy and sticky with desire. When he fills you up, you cum alongside him—your body arching to meet his. You let out a soft, high-pitched whine as he pulls back out of you. He can't help but chuckle breathlessly, his head dizzy with adrenaline.

"Fuck, that was nice...wait, b-bunny, hold on-!" he suddenly whimpers as you crawl onto his lap, sinking right into his hardening cock. You wrap your arms around his neck and lean in, whispering a quiet, drunken "want more" before riding him to the edges of overstimulation.

His last thought before he slips into oblivion is that he might've just found heaven <3

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hi!, I'd like to make a request :] Could you create a headcanon where the reader is a Cybertronian [gender-neutral] [romantic] and how Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee, and Megatron would react to receiving a kiss from the reader for the first time? (I find it interesting to think about this because I don't know if the culture of "kissing" exists in TFO—let's imagine that the reader just invented it out of nowhere XD).

♡ “KISS” — Introducing Them To Kisses [TFO]

hold up, anon. i think you're cooking with kissing not being in their culture… i only hope i have done this justice. AND UHHH I MAY… HAVE GONE OVERBOARD FOR MEGATRON im totally normal abt him

scenario: you kiss them for the first time, introducing Cybertron to what a kiss is.

warnings: non consensual kissing, tooth rotting fluff

including: Optimus, Elita, Bumblebee/B-127 and Megatron

BACKGROUND: for optimus, elita and bee

— You were wandering around the archives, just goofing off on your downtime; after Orion became Optimus Prime, he made sure that every bot had rightful access to information. Valuble databanks about the history of Cybertron, various sciences, medicine, weaponry, fighting styles all accessible to the general public of Iacon but you go through them for fun, unlike Wheeljack and Ratchet and a few others who go through them for genuine purposes. You scour through data to find something that catches your optics and…

— “How Organics Show Affection.” OH. Organics. You have seen those squishy things!... in old films and on those expiditions on the surface. Those things can show affection? Eh. Optimus did say they're sentient beings… It shouldn't be surprising. You click and you lean in, deeply interested.

— “Kissing?” What a strange new thing. You look at the images. Oh. They put their intake on things? Huh. How interesting. It looks pretty thrilling, especially when they put on intake on another. Organics call intakes mouth, if you remember correctly. You have to show this to…

Optimus:

— He was just standing there with his servos on his hips, watching the Autobots work hard. Optimus has had a rather busy day and he's pretty sure his schedule is free. He thinks. So when you come to him, Prime is beaming. Waving a greeting to you as he looks down at you.

— Optimus has his battle mask off, good. You can catch him by surprise. You ask him lean down. “Uh, okay?” He's confused and then you leave him gobsmacked as your dermas crash into each other, clear blue optics widening in utter shock. He can't keep his stoicism up for this one.

— Now, Optimus isn't a stranger to kisses but he isn't an acquaintance either. While he has never been kissed before, he knows what it is. He’s fooled around in the archives for a long time, he’s rummaged through records for vorns as a miner. He knows damn well it's a sign of affection and oh boy, is he flustered. Orion never really thought about kissing another bot, it was something that wasn't exactly Cybertronian so he never really… bothered to try it out.

— His vents huff out steam and his plating puffs up a little but he knows how to keep his composure so his plating does it for a mere moment. He goes speechless momentarily and you've got this sly smile on your face as if you don't know the gravity of what you've done!

— The feeling of your dermas on his, the warmth of your plating, the subtle brush of your EM field against his guarded one. It had his spark jumping to the back of his intake.

— The longer he stays frozen there, the more unsure you become. He doesn't realize that until you snap him out of it with; “...did …didn't you like it?”. He can see the regret wash over your features!

— “N-No! I.. I loved it. It just… uh…” There. Right there you saw your old Orion, just a glimpse but you saw him there. It made your spark all fuzzy.

— But right before he could ask if the both of you could do that again, he sees Prowl and Jazz coming up behind you to drag him off for his Prime-ly duties. He's never had such a deep frown before in his life. It's alright though, he just hopes he gets to show you what a real kiss is later on.

Elita One:

— Elita was busy barking out orders to cadets. She doesn't want to be mean (she does) but some of her old miners can't hold a blaster for scrap. So the pink bot is in a bad mood, her face has a citrus sour to it as she's mumbling something under her ex-vents while she's just standing by the railing of the terrace of some random building she can't really care of think about.

— And then you come in, her mood is a bit… less sour upon seeing your faceplates in her peripheral vision but she doesn't trust that.. gleam in your optics.

— “What are you upto?” She asks with that tone, the tone which tells you that she really isn't in the mood for any antics. But this was none of the usual antics. The way you say nothing has Elita raising her optical ridges as she turns to face you.

— You say you want to show her something. You know damn well you cannot catch her off-guard. So she obliges. And she… isn't disappointed when she feels your dermas gently brush against hers. It's soft. It's soothing. Elita finds this strange; act of putting intakes together? What do you even call this? Her spark sings a song in a beat it only does when the two of you are usually cuddled up against each other after she has a bad day.

— You pull away and she instinctively steps closer, chassis flush against one another a your optics lock on. Her servos hold onto yours with a near reverent touch, Elita can feel the heat rise up to her faceplates… The way her audial fins are perked up and she doesnt resist it in the slightest. Theres no onr around, after all.

— “Can we do that again?”

— She has a new favorite thing she wants to do when she has a bad day and she couldn't thank you enough for introducing this to her. Elita is more of an actions type bot, she enjoys acts of physical affection and service more than anything else.

B-127/Bumblebee:

— “HEYYYYY!!!” You don't need to go to Bee, Bee pretty much finds you almost all the time. The golden-yellow mech is waving at you as he approaches you. He's basically your shadow, the two of you are basically conjoined; always around each other. Incredibly attached. Bee is rambling about his day as the two of you walk when a thought creeps up your processor.

— “Hm. You want me to stand still? Okay.” He obeys what you ask almost immediately, Bee doesn’t even question what for. Not even when you lean in close, infact, he likes it! The comfort of your frame is more than anything he could ask for. The way your EM field brushes against his has him trying to suppress a wide smile.

— But then your derma meets his. And he just… blinks at you. Bee is confused. What was that? It was nice. Why did it feel nice?

— “What was that?” He asks, helm tilting slightly in confusion as you laugh a bit. You're still really close to him and his spark thrums, Bee really doesn't want you to pull away from him. He's always wanted to be close to you and whatever that was, was just about as close as two bots could go in his opinion. There was literally no space between the two of you! Just how he likes it.

— “Huh. A kiss.” Bee mumbles as he looks down for a moment. The gears in his helm turning, his faceplates heating up a bit as excitment builds up in his frame; its a sign of affection! To him! The fuzziness in his spark is getting stronger. He bites his lower derma for a moment, contemplating something with his gaze lowered. His vents puffing out steam and EM field practically radiating affection.

— “Can.. Can I give you one?”

— Bee isn't the best kisser but neither are you and the both of you are definitely going to be doing this more often. Practice makes perfect, after all.

— You're worried sick, hiding behind rocks. The Lord is injured. Megatron is down, helm cradled in your servos as his frame lays limp on your lap. The Quintesson ground troopers were far too strong. All of you fought valiantly but had to retreat when their ship enveloped the skies. This had become routine after D… Megatron's banishment. A stray shot from seemingly nowhere managed to injure Megatron and you made sure that filthy Quintesson you assumed to have harmed him paid with their life. You're freaking the frag out. Spark going a mile a minute and right now, you feel so small. So vulnerable. You don't realize Megatron is semi-conscious, his red optics are flickering. Your servos are cupping his face, as a digit caresses his cheek.

Megatron:

yes he gets it seperate

— “D…” Megatron can hear that wretched name spill from trembling dermas and it stirs him, he wants to give you a peace of his mind for using that name for him.

— You have absolutely no idea what happened, or why it happened, or even how it happened but this urge from deep down in your spark swelled up when you saw Megatron laying there, knocked almost unconscious with his helm on your lap and you can’t help but think of how you could’ve almost lost him.

— Meanwhile, Megatron was just about to get up and yell at you to get your servos off of him. It takes a lot more than a simple cheap trick-shot from the sky by Starscream of all mechs to take down Megatron and he's insulted that you think he'd offline from something like that. Speaking of that, he's furious. But what you did next had his crimson optics wide. You leaned your helm down and your dermas met his, in a manner so soft and chaste it had his own spark thrumming the way it used to when he'd lay his optics on you as a miner.

— The moment you pull back and see that he was in fact, conscious, you make a face that snaps Megatron out of his shock. The way your vents puffed out some steam and your fans clicked; you were flustered beyond measure. Certainly embarrassed.

— And looking at you from this angle, how vulnerable you look, as if you genuinely thought you might’ve lost the only thing in the universe you care about, it takes him back to a different time. For once, the anger and hatred in his spark soothes as a sense of… something akin to nostalgia takes over. Your servos pull away from his faceplates to cover your own from sheer mortified embarrassment at your impulsive action and the loss of your warmth makes him frown. The tenderness in your EM field was unmistakably affection and he knew it.

— “...do it again.” Megatron practically commands but there's something softer in his tone. He doesn't know what the action is called but he certainly… Liked it more than he should. You look absolutely confuddled, servos moving away from your face as you’re looking down at him with wide optics. Like you're not sure you heard him right. You honestly thought he was going to yell at you.

— “Don't make me repeat myself.” The softness ebbs away slowly with more time you take and you lean back down, cradling his face again as you kiss his nasal ridge this time. Megatron found himself… enjoying it, his spark flutters despite the damage his frame had taken. The feeling of your dermas against his faceplates was thrilling almost, especially against his own dermas. The warmth of your faceplates, you're still embarrassed. Megatron decides it a good look on you.

— “...” He looks at you almost as if he's peering through your spark with his derma pursed into a thin line, searching for something in your optics before saying; “...again, where you did it the first time.”

— You've soothed him. So that means you've spared Starscream from a brutal beatdown and replaced it with just a beatdown.

— He's definitely going to have a more private session with this new activity back at the makeshift Decepticon base. He doesn’t even know what its called, not even you know what its called and Megatron could care less. He could live with that. You've invented something new that the two of you could cherish between yourselves.

i lowkey love people requesting for elita, she may or may not be a 'literally me' character also shoutout to that one anon that requested blackarachnia cause we really don't have enough fics about the fembots