#wandering ark

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

@mmriesoftvat || Plotted Starter for Kami and Cyno in Ark Survival verse~

Kaminari and Cyno wake up naked and stranded on the shores of an unknown island infested with all kinds of creatures. How did they get here? Maybe the implant embedded into their arms holds the answers.

A dreamless sleep was disturbed by subtle, yet growingly intense sensations he thought he'd never experienced to this degree. First, the tingling, faint cold over the skin; climbing to the back of his neck and the scalp. His head felt incredibly light and yet so difficult to move, as was every muscle and limb in his body.

Then came the pain, a heat in contrast, swelling from the center of his chest, followed by a sharp scratch-like pang to the arm. Not like a strike or an arrow, but a terribly strong injection with no numbing to make it tolerable. It was that which brought his eyes to squeeze together before attempting to open.

Breathing was hard at first, and then, entirely impossible. The cold returned, and like a scream deafened everything else he could feel.

Everything left him; the sensation of the ground underneath his weight; the warmth of his own blood pulsing through him; liquid stung his eyes closed and filled his mouth and lungs. All sound was swallowed by the deafening whisper of deep waters. The cold so intense, he registered the suffering of his organs against increasing pressure only marginally, like a disinterested observer, while around him, a ghastly rumbling sound seemed to make every cell in his body vibrate.

Then nothing but black. It could very well be the end.

[...]

A gasp for breath felt like the very first time his lungs had ever drawn air. The pain of birth; so overwhelming and powerful. It made one want to cry just like a newborn.

And yet, he felt too exhausted to wail and scream. All energy had been sucked out; only leaving him there, pathetic on the shore, wet and naked, to tremble and breathe. His body was capable of nothing more than curling up in a fetal position and stay that way. Slowly sinking back into an unconscious state.

Sleep… Yes, he needed to sleep. Restore some energy. All else could wait.

Sunset-red eyes which had just started to peak under heavy lids rolled back to hide; a tired sigh of an incoherent whisper between his lips.

He was still alive.

[...]

As he slowly blinked back into consciousness, it did not register right away that the clicking sound that had pulled him out of sleep came from the clatter of teeth in his mouth.

The cold did not set into his awareness right away, either. So close to freezing, he'd lost sensibility to nearly everything he had. Instead, all he was immediately acutely aware of was the sheer weight of gravity. He was paralyzed, unable to move even the strongest of his muscles. Keeping his eyes open was a challenge in itself.

Something was wrong with his body. Cyno didn't know what it was, but something was simply not right.

But he was now awake, if only in mind. Was this sleep paralysis he was going through? Right here and now, he couldn't even remember where he'd heard about something like that.

A blink. His eyes were open, but it was still so dark.

His teeth clattered again, and what made him realize just how cold he truly was, was the sudden, slowly pouring warmth in his mouth. He'd bitten himself without realizing.

The only slightly warmer temperature of his own blood came to his perception before the taste of iron even did. He swallowed, and it was hard. A cough erupted to fight the impending sensation of choking, and he felt the fluids crawling down the lips.

The blood. When was the last time he had bled? The shame...

As he lay there, pathetic and weak, he started to remember… not necessarily everything, but something. The desert; the chase of the Fatui through ruins he'd never seen before...

He'd fallen. Thrown over the edge by the enemy. He remembered Kaminari rushing after him in the air, his arm outstretched to catch him. He remembered their fingers touching.

Where was Kaminari?

Cold to the bone and with nothing but his own body to his name, a storm of emotions surged to his aid. Confusion, rage, dread, pain and anxiety. They took him and overwhelmed all thoughts. And for a while, he let them. With nothing to lash out on, with no energy to even stand, he was oh so aware of his own increasing heartbeat. Let that torturous agony rush through him, to carry that blood everywhere within, regain flow, and wake him.

Soon, he thought he could begin to move his toes. And then, his fingers. The sound of rustling water was the first to register when the drum of his heartbeat subsided enough for him to hear anything else. He tried to call someone, anyone, but his throat was dry. The sand under him felt different than what he was used to. Humid just like his own skin.

Finally crawling out of the shoreline where the ground was at least dry, he could finally raise his head enough to see. The sea behind him, the trees ahead. The stillness of early morning. In the distance, the sun broke through the flat line of the waters.

Once able to turn around and sit, he wasn't sure how long he remained there. Blinking owlishly at nothing, just waiting for his mind to start working again. He'd noticed his almost entire lack of clothes, left only with the merciful presence of his undergarments. He did not feel the presence of wounds, but knew he should take the time to inspect himself thoroughly when the sun would be high enough.

Any sort of plan was thrown away the moment he squeezed his eyes hard and thought he could see something moving near the water, a short distance away.

And when he was close enough to recognize a short clump of indigo hair, Cyno's heart jumped to his throat. Gone was the torpor, gone was the cold. His mind was summoning every bit of energy to rush towards his limp form on the ground.

His running felt so irritatingly slow!

"Kami...!" His first coherent word broke out hoarsely at first, and then, when he all but fell to his knees almost on top of the other, turning him around to face him, more clearly. "Kami... Can you hear me?"

[nommedtail]

very evil for the lad roguelike to have at least one stage where you can't auto it and have to do boring stuff like the easiest memorization thing ever or a pacman maze thing on a small phone screen

[arkfeather]

sorry but literally no character does Insane Angry Yet Sympathetic like AM does

[mistletien]

I love Fallout76 but there's nothing to do when you don't like the current season rewards

[rabotimagines]

"HARMLESS" GN BOT! Reader x Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide, light Yandere! Scenario

Summary: He'd been walking down one of the ark hallways when he'd heard a noise that drew his attention down one of the more secluded pathways. He'd followed the sound to figure out who was back where they shouldn't be only to find you self servicing.

Warnings: Noncon Voyeurism. Noncon recording in Jazz's section. Smut ahead. Minors DNI 🔞

Genre/Theme: Light Yandere/More Obsessed vibes tbh, catching crush/Obsession masturbating. Smut.

G1! Characters included: Optimus, Prowl, Jazz, Ironhide

Notes: Jazz is the only one here whose accepted the fact that he's a freak. The others are in varying stages of denial. Autobot reader. Valve and Spike are used since BOT reader.

Pronouns: You, your, yours

Optimus isn't trying to sneak anywhere he was simply- curious. Honestly, he was expecting to maybe find the twins up to some pranking or something of that nature. The wall is thick and tall enough that Optimus is just hidden naturally. He smiles to himself at the thought of spooking one of his friends or comrades, so he let's himself- indulge in the little fun. It was harmless, after all. He's up against the wall, ready to interrupt whatever tomfoolery when his optics catch on an opening before the turn. Optimus peers in curious when a sound happens again- and almost stumbles backwards and lands on his aft.

You- panting, optics bright, servos readily stroking over your plating. Array popped open with spike and valve on full display for anyone to see. You were self servicing right here almost in front of Optimus. Heat hit Optimus's fuel lines so quickly he was half worried he'd risk actual sudden ignition. Optimus knew he shouldn't even feel this way about you- it wasn't even- he was your leader for Primus sake! He was the prime he wasn't supposed to be- a pervert! But something- something about you just made his systems lock up and his mind wander in places it hadn't gone in vorns. Made Optimus think in a way he shouldn't. In a way, he couldn't-

The soft sound of you groaning at your own administrations violently locked Optimus back to what he'd unknowingly just walked into. Optimus watched stunned as two of your digits slipped into your valve rather easily. Your other servo lightly trailed along your spike, which was twitching in the air and leaking lubricant all over yourself from want- Optimus had to force his engine not to loudly rev in anticipation The sound urged to reverberate through his own frame at the sight.

Optimus knows he can't but- but with you like this right in front of him for his optics, he can't not think about it. Optimus wants to spike you - he wants to so bad. He'd have to stretch you. Optimus was admittedly rather large- overall. (You could even be in his frame size class, and he'd still have to prep you-) He wonders if your optics would brighten like that one time he'd praised you for a battle decision. He'd fold you in half, using his servos to drag you back down his spike in time with his own thrusts. He'd praise you over and over again if you reacted so sweetly. Regardless of how much of his spike you'd actually be able to successfully take.

Optimus knew the more responsible course of action would be to take your spike in his valve instead. But Optimus startlingly finds he doesn't want to be responsible with you. He wants to spike you so badly- your noises getting louder cut his own quick fantasy short, Optimus's attention zeroed in on you. You started bucking your hips against both your working servos desperate for Overload. Optimus has the very fleeting thought of revealing himself and offering assistance before he watches you spill transfluid all over yourself with a full frame shutter.

You gasped in vents of air as the charge trickled over your plating in fits- and Optimus lately realizes his smoke stacks were puffing smog when the smell of ozone hits his olfactory. Optimus has to force himself to move, but once he does, he leaves so quickly he's worried you might've heard him. This leaves Optimus plagued by what he should not have seen in the first place. His entire day is filled with the imagery of you- panting, optics bright, servos on your array- and he has no clue how he manages to finish the little amount of paperwork that he had. Optimus doesn't let himself self service. He can't- he won't- it was so wrong. You didn't even know Optimus saw the whole thing- that he saw you so- indecent.

He's plagued by one more thought of you taking his spike- your hips bucking against his, and Optimus gets up and forces himself to the washracks. It was rather late anyway there shouldn't be any mech using it. He walks in and promptly stops because there is someone using it, and Primus, it's you! With solvent running down your frame casually washing yourself with no worries. He meets your optics (after his optics had trailed much too long on your frame), and you casually greet him, then go back to your rinse. Completely unaware of what offensive imagery had just barreled through Optimus's processor.

Optimus didn't wait to promptly step under the closest washrack and turn the solvent on the coldest possible setting. Not even flinching when his frame is doused in a freezing temperature. Optimus finds he has to exert his will to keep staring at the wall and not steal any other glance at you.

... Primus, he needed to get a better hold of himself.

-

Prowl following the sounds in the off-limits area had come with purpose and indent. He'd been readily prepared to scold any of the usual troublemakers for getting up to something they shouldn't have. Clearly, that's what this was, with whoever trying and failing to keep entirely quiet. There was certainly an attempt, and Prowl would not have noticed if he were any of the usual autobots. But Prowl was always alert, and now he's here slowly trailing along the wall. He'd known there was a small indent hidden from the hallway for someone to hide or lean against. Prowls optics catch on a small opening in the wall that allows him to spy who-

Prowl stops dead in his tracks when he sees you- he almost walks the last two steps and reveals himself to you when he actually processes your expression. Optic ridge tight, mouth open panting, optics bright- Prowls line of sight trails down your shuttering frame before they widen when they land on your pressurized spike. His gaze snaps farther down instinctively when he catches movement and sees your valve.

He also sees the false spike in your valve.

His doorwings hike so high so quickly that Prowl can feel the snap of air on his own neck cables. He can feel his own optics burn brighter and his logic center suddenly goes rouge and attempts to calculate subduing measures on you- Prowl wasn't going to subdue you- you weren't a threat- just as he dismisses the calculations you groan rather loudly. The action triggers the subduing success calculations to turn back on, and Prowl watches you hilt the false spike back in your valve. Valve stretching to accommodate it and hard spike leaking lubricant at your own heightened arousal.

Prowl- Prowl needed to leave now. It had to be you of all mechs. If it was anyone else, Prowl would be able to rightfully interrupt this debauchery. But the fact that it's you- You softly panting with your array on full display and demonstration- Prowls processor is stuck, and he feels like if he stares too long, he'll risk a minor circuit crash. Prowl still doesn't know what it was about you that made his system stutter like it does. But Prowl knew that whatever it was- it was unhealthy. It wasn't  harmless- it was far from it. Prowl shouldn't think about you like this- He has to force himself to look away from your array again. Prowl had barely managed to push you out of his processor the other day, and now he's seeing you like- you groaned, and Prowls door wings vibrated a touch at the sound.

Prowl takes one long last look at your pleasured faceplate before promptly turning on his pede and briskly walking away. Prowl makes his way back to his office and sits, and finishes his entire daily paperwork log so quickly he's stuck sitting in his office staring at a blank datapad. Now, the other problem he had to solve. How is Prowl to... inform you that you're not allowed to self-service outside of your habsuite.

Prowl knows you have that false spike in your subspace. He knows he could call you in right now and make you empty your entire subspace on his desk for him. Say some of the autobots were smuggling... contraband. If you didn't drop it, he'd frisk you for it. Regardless, it would be put out on his desk, and Prowl would scold you and properly punish you. Prowl would use it on you. Force that false spike in your valve again and again and watch you fall apart while his own spike ached against his modesty panel. He'd make you overload all over yourself until all you could say was his designation.

His processor supplied the image of you sitting on his desk, with your legs splayed open on either side of you. Transfluid all over the front of your chassis from your overworked spike. With Prowls own spike sitting heavy against the mesh of your valve...

Prowl has to force himself to turn and go on break. Which leads to him walking like he's on his way to kill a mech and subsequently scaring anyone out of his way as he makes his way to his habsuite. Prowl overloads into his fist so hard his battle computer resets itself from the heat. When it turns back, his logic center started by running through the success he'd have getting himself alone with you and your potential routes of travel around the ark... It takes a shameful amount of effort to dismiss the prompt...

The stasis cuffs Prowl always keeps in his subspace feel absurdly heavy.

-

Ironhide is like Prowl, he'd come expecting to have to drag a troublemaker or two out and lay into them. He's not usually light on his pedes, but he'd had to learn to be after this many vorns at war. So he makes his way over ready to drag an autobot out like a buzzing scraplet if he needed to. But he stops when he hears a sharp invent that could have been pained? The sound sets his plating shifting the wrong way, and he gets even quieter and reaches a tentative servo against his subspace. Ready to pull his blaster out if he had to blast like pit as soon as he turned that lil' corner.

Ironhide's optics catch movement, and his gaze is drawn to the little broken patch of wall that gives him a small but wide enough gape to easily pear in and see what was on the other side. Ironhide stops and actually focuses on it only to recognize just who's plating that was- You failing to stifle a moan sends Ironhides plating ruffling for an entirely different reason. Oh, sweet slaggin- Ironhide has to bite his glossia so he wouldn't curse a storm under his own vents. Really? Here? Now? You were actually doing this?! You little pervert!

Ironhide- Ironhide knew whatever he felt about you was- well, fragged to put it lightly. He'd been online for frankly too damn long, and he'd never felt like this before. (And that only made it freak him out even more.) Yeah, he'd loved and crushed and fantasized, but whatever you were doing to his systems was something else. The blasted amount of feelings you were giving Ironhide was a pain in his aft on a good day. On his bad days, he couldn't focus on anything else, but his processor conjured charged fantasies- like he was a fragging youngling who'd just learned what interfacing was.

Ironhide sure wasn't about to let that stop him from doing his job, though. He was gonna drag you out and put you on chore duty for a week for this- You failing to stifle a groan that only turned muffled halfway which made Ironhide focus back on you through the gap and Ironhide swallowed hard. You had your digits shoved into your own mouth, thrusting them in again every time you thrust your spike into your other servo. You moaned against your own digits, your own desperate servo sending a bit of oral lubricant down your chin.

Arousel spiked in Ironhides frame so damn fast he didn't even have a chance to deny the HUD prompt before his array snapped back of its own accord. Ironhide bit his glossia, glaring at his now suddenly very fully ready to go spike. Ironhide cursed hard in his proccessor at his own frames utter betrayal. You whined around your digits, and Ironhides will shattered like glass. His servo cupped and immediately started stroking his own spike. Fine- fine! Ironhide would let you have this harmless dirty little secret. Even if he shared it a little bit with you-

Ironhide took the sight of you in- Optics bright, mouth making a mess all over yourself with your own digits, Spike hard and probably aching- Ironhides spike throbbed and he made sure to match the pace on his spike with your own servos speed. Ironhide pressed slightly against the wall, imagining it was you. Instead, he could press into the ground. Pit- Ironhide could take two the last two steps and do it right now- (He wouldn't- he couldn't.) Just two easy steps, and he'd scold you for being a pervert. (With his own spike already dripping-) Ironhide could punish you for it- he should punish you for it.

Ironhide would make you get on your knees and he'd have you swallow his spike. Put something better in there than your own desperate digits- you groaned on your own digits, and it was scarily easy to imagine you on his spike instead. Ironhide overloads to the sound of your own overload- he has to set his jaw tight, so the heavy groan that wanted to roll out of it wouldn't give him away.

Ironhide then realizes he's made a mess on the wall with his own transfluid and quickly grabs the rag he keeps in his subspace for oil. He wipes his mess up as quickly as he can before turning and making his way back to the main hallway. Ironhide might not get you for self servicing- but he can definitely scold you for slacking when you're supposed to be on the job. So Ironhide waits around the corner for you to come out on your own accord. 

... Ironhide realizes he can't deny this much longer before some other part of him breaks.

-

Jazz is naturally light on his pedes after vorns of making sure he stays that way. He doesn't even have to stop before he's leaning up against the wall instinctively when he hears another soft set of sounds trying and failing to stay quiet. So Jazz does what he does and sneaks over to find out what's what. He half wonders what he's gonna interrupt so he leans to peak between a gap to see a peak of whatevers being hidden from him- and Jazz almost immediately gives himself away like some kind of rookie at the sight of you with your interface array popped open.

Jazzs spark stutters and arousal starts pumping through his system like it was his function. As soon as he realizes it's you- You self servicing- a delighted smile curls on his face, and he leans farther against his little gap to get a better view. Oh, Jazz is lucky! he's so lucky-

Jazz had long accepted the admittedly almost obsessive hold you had on his spark and processor. After a few internal debates, he'd elected his feelings for you while wild were also genuine. So Jazz just needed to squash down the more- intense urges, and he should be fine. Jazz was never the type of mech to shy away from vices. Whether it was a harmless perversion or the unsavory things he needed to be or do as the head of special operations. Jazz had no objections in indulging in his romantic desire for you. (He just needed to make sure it didn't consume him whole while he tried to woo you properly.)

Jazz could interrupt and scold you teasingly and offer a servo, but Jazz knew you wouldn't be likely to want to keep going after being interrupted doing what you thought was private...

So he decides he'll take the harmless- (what you didn't need to know wouldn't hurt you.)  opportunity and activate the record function setting on his visor. He didn't want to miss this- Your servo stroking along your twitching spike, other servo running along your frame touching and grasping at the gasps in your plating. Giving Jazz a proper show of you tentatively touching yourself. Jazz wonders what your spike would feel like in his valve when you buck your hips against your own hold. Jazz then has to bite down on his bottom derma so he wouldn't groan at the sight of you spreading your legs unknowingly, giving him an optic full of your obscenely dripping valve.

Jazz reigns in the wild urge to jump you- to offer to help because he knows the act would ruin any process he'd made getting closer to you even just as a friend-Jazz leaned even closer, focusing on your digits teasingly brushing against your own mesh and anterior node. Jazz found himself wanting to bury two digits down to the knuckle in your valve and hear what sound you'd make. Would you manage to stay quiet like you were now, or would you moan for him? You panted out quick vents and noises that were still so restrained due to where you were. Your servo jerked your twitching spike quicker, causing more soft and barely audible sounds.

Jazzs own digits started to dig into the gap of his inner thigh armor. Moving to run along there against the dips of his own array panel. He'd pop his aching spike out, but Jazz didn't want to even chance ruining any little sound you might make with his own noises. Or the sound of his own lubricant- this was all you, baby. All for him-

Jazz has to dig his digit pads into his own thigh- scratching the paint right off when he watches you overload. You looked so good- So perfect. So sultry. So perfect for him-

Jazz has to force himself to hit end on the recording when you start to rise and move to quickly clean up. You'd be coming his way in a moment, after all. So Jazz casually stalks his way back to the common hallway he'd started at and moves to finish that report he'd originally been filing. He's definitely just going through the motions, though. His processor replaying his new prized recording over and over for him behind his visor.

He's self servicing to it as soon as he tucks into his habsuite for scheduled recharge. Jazz is already making notes about how you touched yourself and how he could keep that little information tucked away for later. Jazz, let's himself imagine spiking you in your little area and giving you a proper valve overload, making your optics bright and your vents shaky. Jazz then imagines riding your spike and filling him up like he'd filled you up. He imagines sucking your spike- tasting your valve. Jazz had already accepted that he wanted you in every way you'd let him, so he has no problem indulging further and further.

Jazz overloads hard watching you overload a second time. And Jazz has to bite down on his own knuckles to not set Red alerts hallway sensors off. Maybe... Jazz could adjust your work schedule and give you just slightly more free time than you have right now. Would be a shame if your little hiding spot went... underutilized.

Jazz just hoped he'd be quick enough to catch you next time, too.

[apas-95]

Really, watching The Wandering Earth makes Interstellar seem pretty ridiculous in comparison.

In no particular order:

In Interstellar, we are only ever shown the US perspective, and the only time another nation is even mentioned is when the protagonists down a long-abandoned, autonomous Indian Air Force¹ drone - even at the end, when humanity leaves Earth, the space habitats are purely USAmerican, complete with small-town baseball field. In The Wandering Earth, however, a multitude of nations are represented - China is most prominent, but Indian, Kazakh, Russian, Indonesian, Korean, etc. crews are also shown, and are instrumental to the climax of the movie, where only the cooperation of all nations pushing together solves the issue.

While both movies feature the plotpoint of a cynical backup plan to re-seed humanity from frozen embryonic cells, in Interstellar, the best-case plan is evacuating a necessarily small number of people off of Earth, abandoning the planet to its fate. Solving the problem on Earth is impossible. Here, the solution is Noah's Ark. In The Wandering Earth, the best-case plan is to save the Earth, preserving as much of humanity as possible. Most resources are spent on constructing safe cities for humanity that can weather the storm, and on the infrastructure necessary for the Moving Mountains² project. Here, the solution is Great Yu Controls the Waters.

In Interstellar, the result of the crisis in society is a massive reduction in organisation. Governments basically cease to exist, armies are dissolved, and humanity turns to rural, agricultural production. Despite this, they are able to construct and launch complex interplanetary space missions, with secrecy even. In The Wandering Earth, the result of the crisis in society is a massive increase in organisation. A world government is formed to unite as many forces as possible, and a massive project of industrialisation occurs, in order to carry out the work needed to save the Earth. The construction of the Earth Engines is shown to have taken decades, with long periods of difficult experimentation.

In Interstellar, the focus is on the immediate family, on the protagonist's children. It is a tragedy that the protagonist spends thirty years in space, but the mission to leave Earth happens quickly enough that he can still see his daughter again, on the spaceship full of cornfields and single-family houses. In The Wandering Earth, the focus is on all generations to follow. The project being undertaken will not bear fruit for centuries, and in those centuries the people working for it will face extreme difficulties and struggle. But, many, many years from now, it will provide a good life for the children of a future Earth.

¹Originally, this was to be a Russian drone, operated by the Chinese military. The movie's plot originally included a conflict against secretive Chinese space forces who attack the protagonists.

²The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains is a Chinese fable, about an elderly man who begins carving out a path in the mountainside - when asked why, even though he'd never quarry through the mountain in his lifetime, he answers that others will follow his work, and one day the pass will be complete. It was referenced by Mao Zedong as a metaphor for the long construction of socialism in China, estimated at the time to take a hundred years or more to achieve a developed and prosperous society.

[cosmicviolencce]

what we're fighting for. bellamy blake.

summary: where bellamy sees you by the river, and you realize he needs a reminder of how good the earth can be.

warnings: smut, violence, fluffy, nsfw, swearing, breasts worship, unprotected sex, bellamy x fem!reader.

notes: just read the books and that made me inspired so theres a lot of descriptions of the earth and stuff at the beginning, hope you don't mind... word count: 3.7k

inspired by forest nymph by sophie woodhouse.

since you landed with the prisioners, your perception changed completely.

things were so different from the space, the air would actually smell like things, like trees and grass and dirt and... water.

you had your list of favorite things in the planet, including the sunset and flowers and the amazing feeling of laying on grass and watching the leaves waggling upon you, but the water would surely be on top of that list. it would taste infinitely better than how it did in the ark, but what you really loved was how it felt against your warm skin when you stepped into a river, or how calming the water would sound with the singing birds and the blowing wind against the trees.

there was a river a few kilometers away from the camp. everything was new for you, for a hundred teenagers on their first time in a new planet, though you weren't the first ones after the cataclysm, neither the only ones living there — and you discovered that in the worst possible way. but that didn't matter for you, because you already lived your whole life locked up in a cell, and you were already born in a box in the space, which didn't make things better.

the simple acknowledgment that you could actually see things you didn't even dare to imagine before was already worth the danger that came with the exploration; hostile grounders sneaked behind the trees and the next victim could be you, but you didn't care.

so you'd always find a way to sneak out the camp discreetly, and after insisting on helping with tasks on the camp that involved taking buckets of drinkable water to the camp or washing supplies, you had the path memorized in your brain, recognizing every curve and every hill.

your curious eyes wandered everywhere, and they still weren't used to how absurdly green your surroundings would be, so distant from the void you stared from the ark windows before you got arrested. and in that river, that beautiful place where trees were so close to eachother they created arcs of leaves upon the flowing water, you felt safe like in a fortress. at first you felt constantly watched, afraid a grounder would jump on you with a fatal stab from their spares.

now it didn't matter. as long as you could listen to the sound of the water flow crashing against the large rocks at the margin, feeling the cold sensation embrace your body, you'd die at peace.

so you made that a ritual, your secret little ritual. oh, swimming felt even better than floating on the gravity simulator. you took off all your clothes, disappearing into the water that mirrored dark green leaves. sat there, you could watch still as animals passed by to refresh themselves, and they didn't fear you. you felt like a mystical creature with superpowers, like you were born in the earth and belonged there.

at first, that was the first impression from the man that got surprised with the image of a young woman swimming so freely. when reality hit him, he wondered if it could be a grounder, but it didn't make sense, a grounder wouldn't be so near a river the teenagers used so often. not alone.

such a beautiful woman, wet long hair falling in waves on her bare back. slender and soft, stopping next to the edge of the river and hugging her knees like a fragile creature, covering all her nudity. he felt a pull, a primal urge to approach something so different from his roughness, from all the violence that planet offered. something pure and untouched.

bellamy watched from afar, hidden behind large leaves. then, when he realized it could be one from his own people, he approached. even if you were naked, even if you seemed so peaceful and free in your solitude. he couldn't let one of his own people in danger, so he stepped foward. your trained ears were so used to the quietude that it was easy to detect any changes on your surroundings. your eyes quickly looked for a sign and your hands instinctively went to your breasts, even though your knees were already pressed against them.

so, when he realized that, he stepped out from the darkness behind the tree and stopped by the marge, trying not to scare you. even though you weren't aware of how long he watched you, a hint of admiration still made his eyes shine. he was amazed, and tried to cover it with his toughness.

"you shouldn't be here," he said. a dead rabbit was hanging on his left hand, a bow positioned across his chest. he was hunting.

"i know," was all you answered, trying to look back at the water with nonchalance while you hugged your knees tightly.

"so you're rather stupid or suicide," he murmured with a hoarse voice, trying to intimidate you with his commanding tone as he did to everyone else in the camp. you didn't answer, which made him sigh in frustration.

then, he removed the bow from his chest and placed it upon a rock before approaching the river with a knife on his other hand. you watched it attentively as he started to clean the dead animal that would probably feel most of you later./p>

he was almost able to act as if you weren't naked so next to him, as if you didn't know he was trying hard not to stare too much at your hypnotizing form. he just couldn't leave you alone, so he made an excuse to not to leave. to be close. — to protect you, like the internal urge he felt when he saw you there, so sweet and innocent.

so while he pretended to be focused on removing the thin skin from the animal, you dived back on the deepest part of the river so that the water would cover your bare skin. you pretended to do something, to clean your hair or your to remove some leaves that the river would eventually bring from it's flow.

but bellamy couldn't stop watching.

your back, turned at him, moved gracefully. he admired your curves, the way the water only covered your hips. teasingly. your hair seemed even longer when it was soaked, and covered you like a blanket. but when you pushed your hair to the side to softly rinse your shoulder, his eyes fell to the curve of your back, imagining how his hands would feel against you. the sight of your exposed neck was driving him crazy.

he sighed, quickly focusing back on his task. even if all he did was for not leaving you alone, he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt for making you feel vulnerable. at least he imagined you did, and he wouldn't blame you for that.

he cleared his throat. "it's getting late. it'll be dark soon."

"i know the way back," you said.

"i know you do." he said with slight irritation, what made you chuckle and turn your body to face him. but, when he took you in, water would be at your collarbone height.

"you act as if we weren't in the fucking earth."

his eyes went from the rabbit to you. "do you realize how many we've lost?"

you frowned, pressing your crossed arms upon your chest.

"that doesn't make the earth less amazing. just look around. it deserves our admiration... even if for a single moment."

he looked around quickly, "moment's over."

he swallowed, trying not to let your words annoy him like they would annoy the leader and responsible version of himself. being in charge of a camp meant having to carry on your shoulders the weight of every tragedy, and you could imagine how fucked up that was. but bellamy needed to understand your point of view too; and maybe it wasn't as easy for him to admire your freedom because he wasn't a prisioner like the rest of you.

but who in the ark would ever imagine any of you would be able to see the earth again?

"just look around, bellamy," you tried to step on his direction but remembered you were naked, and his eyes lowered quickly to your arms pressed tightly upon your breasts. you stopped there, because every step closer would take you to the surface and reveal more of your body. "there's trees, and animals, and... goddamnit, everything's so amazing. makes me feel like it's worth it," you said, "any of us who died got to see that, and the rest of us got the chance to make life possible again."

he seemed to think about the depth of your words for a long moment. they were beautiful, but not enough to get trough his tough facade.

"i don't have time for this. maybe i'm too busy keeping us alive,"

you sighed, frustrated.

"come here," you murmured in a soft invitation.

it was tempting. you standed so pretty, your frame shining among the water, your rounded eyes begging him for a chance to show him the beauty of the earth when you were the definition of it, a magical creature asking him to approach.

but he couldn't.

"listen, i don't have time for your-"

"please," you insisted with a soft smile, "i'm coming back to the camp with you, i promise. just come here..."

he sighed in frustration. though he tried to keep his word, he was still bellamy blake afterall, and the sight of a beautiful girl calling him that way would have it's effects on him

he put the rabbit down, cleaning his bloody hands on his jeans befote kicking his boots and removing his shirt. and at this point, it was already normal to stare, so you did. watched as his bronzed chest rose and fell repeatedly in a slightly quickened breath, his strong arms falling at the sides of his body while he approached you.

you smiled in satisfaction, now covering both of your breasts with one hand while the other took his own, bringing him even closer.

"look up, bell," you told him, your eyes following his to the trees that towered you, and for a second his eyes shined in admiration. leaves danced upon you with the wind, creating a calming sound that mixed with the flowing water. then, birds began to sing and you smiled.

you looked back at him, his pretty lips slightly parted as he began to relax, to appreciate the beauty that surrounded you two. then, when he realized, he'd lost you. he looked around to he surprised by your hands on his eyes, blinding him. from where you standed, so close behind him, he could feel your nipples brushing against his bare back, what made him sigh and swallow nervously.

"now listen," you murmured in a low and soft voice, guiding him. your breath so close to his ear made him shiver, "does anything you've heard up there in the ark sounds like this?"

you used one hand to cover his eyes while the other lowered to his heart, and you felt his incredibly fast heartbeat.

"maybe you need a break from the fight to just remind yourself what we're fighting for," you whispered and his breath got caught in his throat. "we're in the earth, bell. that's amazing for itself, just... think about that."

he sighed deeply, as if trying to take in the combination of your words and all the natural sounds around you. then he started to feel what you feel, what he felt himself when the dropship came down before the feeling got lost with the responsibilities. but it was easy with you, with your body so close to his, so intimately.

he felt as if the world silenced around him, and he could hear only his heartbeat.

your touch lowered from his chest to his abdomen, letting your nails tease the skin above the hem of his pants. he arched his back against you with a gasp.

then, your hand fell from his eyes and when he turned his body to see you - almost desperately -, he found that smile of yours, as he always did. and it was for him. your hands didn't cover your body anymore, they rested calmly at your sides, and your long hair served as a veil to your beautiful breasts.

and he had to see you.

he had to unwrap that gift the woods offered him, to feel you and claim you. every primal instinct shouted him to do so, because your ability to calm him trough a war got him simply amazed. hypnotized. so he gently put your hair behind your shoulders, now revealing your form completely. so pretty. his eyes shined, his hands ached in anticipation and the tenderness of his touch made you shiver. but you didn't move. you stayed there looking at him, seeing what else he wanted to do to you.

because you were at your favorite place in the universe, and his presence was the only one that didn't made you apprehensive in this world full of death and tragedies, and he did nothing but to touch you like a hidden pearl. his fingertips trailed down from your collarbone to the base of your breasts, feeling how heavy they were before squeezing both. you moaned, reaching for his curls at the back of his head and grasping it in response.

he swallowed hard, his jaw tensing with the burden of a hard decision.

"i should take you back to the camp," he said, yet not able to let go of you, his hands lowering to the curve of your back and brought your body closer to his as the water embraced both of your bodies.

"not now," you said firmly, and yet, it was one of the softest things he's ever heard.

"it's not safe for you here. you're vulnerable."

"i'm not," you murmured in a whisper, looking deep inside his eyes, "i have you." he blinked a few times, waiting for his heart to take in your words before continuing. "and i trust you," you said calmly, and he was almost flabbergasted. did you not understand the weight of these words upon him?

"you can't just say things like that," he murmured in frustration. his breath was hitched, ghosting over your face.

"come closer," you murmured, gentle fingers still stroking his scalp. he obeyed, gluing your body on his with your chest pressed further against his, and the growing bulge in his pants met the warmth of your thighs. he groaned at the realization; his clothes were the only thing between you, you were fully naked. and sometimes that was hard to take in when half of you body was covered by the water.

"i need you," was all he had the strength to mumble under his breath with his lips already ghosting over yours. in another situation, he'd simply take your lips with his the second you gave him the opportunity for it, but he felt in your arms the comfort he'd never felt in his whole life while all the responsibilities took over, and he was able to accept whatever you were willing to offer. like a lost boy in a fairy's arms.

you lips rubbed against his neck caressing the soft skin there, and you could feel his scent; something like woods and sweat. you needed it to fill your lungs, and you inhaled deeply. he held you tightly against him, lifting your body until your legs encircled his hips. felt like everything he's ever dreamed of, and suddenly he understood what you tried to explain.

the feeling of freedom.

and he needed more from you, to take all you was willing to allow him to feel; he kissed you deeply while guiding your bodies deeper into the water. you moaned against his mouth when he squeezed your waist, almost as if trying to bring you impossibly closer. you parted your lips for him and he groaned, tasting you desperately while you used your grip on his hair to bring him even closer and allow him to sink inside your mouth.

water seemed to dance around you, comforting and embracing your bodies. you didn't realize he was moving until he positioned your body gently in a large rock and pulled back to simply admire you there; droplets of water all over your skin while you layed there so sweetly, waiting for him.

he wanted to be inside you so bad, but the way you looked at him made him lean foward to kiss you again.

"just wanna make you feel good, bell," you murmured against your lips, and he kissed you again.

"you will."

you could feel him unzipping his pants, but you were too busy planting soft kisses on his jawline to do something about it. then, bellamy was hovering your body now, pants and boxers at the height pf his heels. you barely had time to admire his thick cock, to touch him and feel how his pulsating flesh would feel against your palm because he was already parting your thighs and forcing himself inside you.

you could feel every inch of him easily sliding inside your wet cunt. he groaned, burying his face in your neck. you sobbed, your delicate hands still on his hair, caressing and pulling at the dark locks.

your back arched against the tough surface, scratching your pretty skin. he pulled back and sank further agaisnt your warmth, needing more and more of the comfort you provided him, as if his heavy clouds filled his mind to the point he could no longer think about his duties and responsibilities, just the tight warmth of you sweet cunt encircling his throbbing cock.

and his only obligation was to drag more of those tiny sweet sounds from your lips.

he rolled his hips against yours, trying to feel all the extension of your insides, to know how deep he could reach before pulling back again, and again, and again.

"i need you so much," he breathed out, like fucking you this deep wasn't enough. his shoulder's muscles contracted so beautifully upon you, and your lips parted to let out a silent gasp. he was hitting you so deep you could almost roll your eyes if it wasn't for his torturously slow pace.

your hands lowered to his back in a sort of comforting touch, and you felt his burning skin; rays of sun mistreated his skin as he shelted you under his large frame. it would burn later, but you'd make sure to provide a more comfortable place for him to fuck you next time.

"faster," you pleaded in a whisper. he wanted to savour you, but he definitely wasn't against the suggestion; he'd have time to fuck you slowly over and over again, but right now, your pulsating walls brought him closer and closer to a no return point.

he pushed himself inside you harder and harder, one hand supporting his weight on the hard surface of the rock to allow the other hand to explore your body, cupping your breasts before using his hand to steady your trembling hips against the floor, allowing him to hit a sweet point inside you that made you moan in a quite satisfactory loud sound.

"holy fuck, bell," he looked down at you to meet your pleasured expression, half lidded eyes and the blush in your cheeks that came with the approaching release. he smiled trough his parted lips, parting your legs to sink even deeper inside you in a new angle, "fuck, just like that..."

he followed your words, despite fighting the internal urge to tease you further. his cock already throbbed fastly and not much different from your convulsing spongy walls, orgasm would reach him and he was desperate for it just like you were.

"hmmm..." he hits you even faster, "so. fucking. good."

"bell," you cry out, cheeks burning with the growing heat, legs tight around him, "bell..."

he reached for your swollen clit, his thumb brushing against your sweet spot while he lowered his mouth to suck at your breasts, pulling at the flesh between his lips and caging your nipple between his teeth making you scream pityfully. his cock pulsed harder at every response.

you pressed his face against your breasts and he submitted willingly, burying his face until he was lost between your soft skin, leaving marks there while he tried to distract himself from the growing urge — he had to feel you coming first, to listen to your sweet sounds.

so when his stimulation at you clit mixed with he burning pain as his canines stucked into your thin skin, your body couldn't handle it anymore, your pussy dripping slick and bathing his cock as it moved even quicker inside you.

"fuck, fuck-" you gasped, panting as your body contorted around him, "come with me," was all you whispered, making him nod repeatedly between your breasts.

your pussy clenched around him, your tiny sounds announcing your release for him and for all the trees around you, nature surrounding your intimacy while the world semeed to spin around you.

orgasm hit you two like a thunder, reverberating in your bones and making you tremble in a weakness that made your hips stutter against his. the accumulated tensin in your tummy spreaded all over your tired body.

bellamy moaned under his breath, pulling back and stroking his cock as it spilled all his release in your stomack in sweet threads of thick and warm cum, making you moan one last time before trying to bring fresh air to your lungs again.

he pulled back, putting back his jeans to kneel between your spread thighs again and take a deep breath, eyes closed. then, he did it again. focused on the sound of the wind, the flowing water and all the nature around you. and his body still felt the final effects, the ecstasy from release.

he felt like floating, for the first time in a while. thanks to you.

then he opened his eyes to meet you there, smiling so sweet at him and only for him. and he smiled too. leaned forward to cage you and kiss your neck tenderly.

"gotta get back now, princess," he mumbled, look deep inside your eyes,"but i have to say; i owe you for this. and i intend to return you the favor."

you smirk, supporting your weight in your elbows to face him. you touched his back softly, and the simple contact made him wince as the sudden absence of adrenaline made his skin burn painfully.

"i think you were wrong," he looked up, blinded by the sun, "not everything here is that good."

you giggled, pulling him closer to press your lips against his.

"'s okay. i have time to convince you again,"

[allbuthuman]

Ever think about how it makes so much sense for Vash to have even more dissociative symptoms than those we see?

Like. His body was handled extremely violently against his will in a situation heavily mimicking assault twice. After one incident he had severe memory loss and constant nightmares and flashbacks, and after the other he was so gone from himself that he could do nothing but wander around in what could easily be described as a fugue state (and for all we know wasn't even responsive when Lina found him). He was kept in a tiny space for fucking months on the ark, that can't not fuck somebody up.

And Vash is full of heart. He bears to have space to witness and remember and be affected by the people that he meets even after 150 years, even after this much hurt. And he does so decidedly. For someone like him, having to constantly put his emotions aside in order to handle whatever dire situation at hand, having to put his grief on hold 'cause he just has to jump into the next fight, must take a whole lot of compartmentalisation.

The thing is, he seems okay with closeness most of the time, even initiating it, and in that context it's so easy to imagine all this trauma hitting him when he least expects it. Someone happens to touch him in a way that mimics an Incident a little too much and he just goes Blank. Or his body refuses to listen to him, refuses to move at all or moves on autopilot against his will, or he feels numb when he should be feeling so much, when he's used to feeling so much, and he's unable to tell anyone what's wrong when asked, or so scared 'cause Fuck, what if his body or mind that he already has no regard for betrays him when people need him the most?

And I bet he'd hate it even more than the average guy, 'cause he loves being around people, both by nature at this point and deliberately, and he wouldn't care about himself nearly enough to try to figure out his own triggers, not when he'd have to decidedly relive everything in the process just to learn how to be kinder to himself, but being unable to predict when your mind's gonna do you in is Terrifying. man.

[tinydefector]

Mirage Rut cycle

Gen 1 Mirage x human reader

Rut cycle masterlist

Fanfic masterlist

Word count:1.6k

Warnings: smut, Nsfw, Valveplug, oral, thigh fucking.

Woooo finally finished!!!

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Mirage couldn't help but smirk to himself as he ghosted after the oblivious human. Their sweet scent had beckoned him like a siren's song since he had re-entered the base, and his stealth systems ensured they remained none the wiser. A little fun couldn't hurt during such a tense ceasefire, could it? He synched softly as they wandered the halls, taking inventory of damages while he admired.

When a turn brought them to a dead end of the ark, he shimmered back into view, blocking their path with a predatory gleam in his optics. "Well little mouse got you" Mirage purred.

"All alone at last. Whatever shall we do?" His field pulsed with not so subtle heat, but the smile gracing his face has them smiling back at the mech. They laugh loudly as Mirage scoops them up Into his arms. "Omg you menace you could have given me a heart attack!" They shake their head before resting it against his plating.

Mirage snorted softly in amusement at their reaction. " It's not my fault if you organics are so jumpy," he replied loftily, a soft buzz leaving his frame. He gazed down at them comfortably cradled in his arms.

Their hands pressed to his plating left oily smudges, and he ‘tsk’ in mock disapproval. "Such a messy little thing. Perhaps you require...a thorough cleaning," he purred, plating heating as his optics flicker down the halls wondering how quickly he could have them back at his room.

Not waiting for a reply he sauntered off to his suite, plans already forming to enjoy his time with his little lover during his cycle, and Mirage always did so enjoy "deep cleaning".

They chuckle and lean into his touch. "Getting all worked up, are you handsome?" they tease softly, pressing a kiss to faceplate. The sweet scent of their hormones have his plating clamming up. He desperately wanted them.

Mirage chuckled, nuzzling the human with care. "This ceasefire has put us all on edge, but… I seem to have the best little distraction," he murmured. Gently lifting them onto the berth once the door shuts.

"Mmm, need a little release?" They hum while smooching him again, he can feel their scent rubbing onto his plating as they tease him. Mirage's engine revved eagerly at the playful teasing. "Minx," he chuckled, nuzzling them gently in return. "You know exactly how to get me going.”

Sliding a finger under their chin, Mirage gazed upon their smiling face with care, the playful banter between them bringing a sense of lightness to the moment. "You're trouble, you know that?"

"You like that I'm trouble, you flaunt me around in front of Smokescreen all the time, playing with fire. now that your in rut and cons are at base, be a shame if one of these seekers got their claws on your little human " they teased, knowing they had him hook line and sinker. He wouldn't let anyone else touch or have them and even less now that he was rutting.

"Ah, always stirring the pot, aren't you?" Mirage quipped, a playful smirk dancing on his lips. The human's words hit a nerve, a mix of amusement and a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone. "Maybe I might just let Smokie have you, or Sunstreaker " he retorted, his optics glinting mischievously as he played along with the banter.

The sweet intoxicating scent of his little lover has Mirage nearly growling in want. "Ohhh possessive?" They tease him while pulling his faceplate towards them so they can kiss him, they drag their fingers down the side of his faceplate playing with the different plates.

"Better hurry if you don't want others to come crawling looking for me because they can smell me," they playfully urged, knowing the effect their scent had on him. "I think I can handle a little competition," he quipped, Despite the teasing, Mirage couldn't deny the possessive streak that ran through him.

The idea of others vying for his lover's attention only fueled his determination to keep them close, "Christ Raj I can literally smell the Ozone seeping off your plating, I didn't realise you were that horny" they state. Mirage's optics darkened with desire as he gazed at his lover, their scent intoxicating him beyond reason. "You have no idea how much I'm holding back" he growled, his voice laced with need and longing.

Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a fierce, possessive kiss. They let out a surprised squeal as his lips and glossa trace over their throat and shoulder, their hands shooting out to cup his face as he crawls onto his berth above them. "Think I have a pretty good idea, can feel your spike pressed against me, horny bot" they coo as Mirage grinds against them.

"Oh, you think you have a pretty good idea just from that, do you?" he teased. They whine loudly while trying to hook a leg over his hip. "Raj.. you going to keep rutting against me Or actually fuck me?" They inquire, nails digging into his plating lightly scratching his paint.

"Oh, you're in quite the mood today, aren't you?. Frag you smell like you're in heat" he teased, the hunger in his optics unmatched as he stares down at them. With a low growl of need, Mirage leaned in, capturing their lips in a searing kiss.

"Mm my sweet little thing all wound up for me" he whispered huskily, his voice dripping with desire. A breathless moan leaves them as Mirage's servos move to begin undressing them, their skin prickles under his touch as goose bumps littler their body. They yelp when his cold servos grip their hips. "God your hands are cold!" His lips curled into a smirk as he leaned in closer, his voice laced with amusement and desire. "Just trying to cool you down a bit, can't have you overheating on me" he quipped, his touch sending shivers down their spine

His lips trace down their chest, glossa leaving a trail of lubricant in its wake as he tastes the hormones and pheromones. It has him leaning down closer to them, spike gliding against their stomach and thighs. Each moan and gasp from them only spurred Mirage on. With them guiding his every movement, Mirage couldn't help but let out a series of teasing whispers, his voice dripping with desire.

"Well, aren't you a delicious treat," Mirage purred, "Guiding me along, are we? I must say, you have quite the talent for leading me astray," he continued, his tone light and playful. They laugh only to moan again as he makes his way further down their body, lifting their hips as he cups his mouth around them teasing his glossa between their thighs.

Mirage's voice was a velvet whisper against their skin, mischief flicking in his optics as he smirks against their thigh. "Well, well, what do we have here?" His tone playful, his gaze meeting theirs as he slowly presses his glossa into them. "I do believe you're enjoying this, aren't you?" he teased.

They arch into each thrust of his glossa. With one servo firmly gripping their hips, Mirage's other servo ventured down to stroke his spike, the transfluid leaking from him leaves a light pink trail across their skin and the berth. a wave of pleasure washed over them, their moans mingling with Mirage's hungry growls.

With each stroke and caress, Mirage manorvers their body to press his face closer between their legs. "Fuck Mirage, please stop teasing" they huff out only to moan again as the mech thrust him glossa back into them, making them squirm against his hold as their hips arch and buck into each movement.

Mirage's smirk widened at their plea, " someone's getting impatient, I do love it when you beg," he teased, his glossa expertly gliding against their sensitive skin, tracing over their sex making them buck against him again. another whimper leaves them as he sucks a mark into their skin.

He slowly drags himself away from them, licking his lips as he trails his digits down their body, chuckling to himself before he cages them in. His other servo continues to work his spike, transfluid leaking out onto their nude body as he kisses up their chest. The trail of his digits down their body sent shivers of anticipation through them, their thighs spreading wider for him.

"You taste so good," Mirage's tone was filled with hunger and need. They whine again, arms grabbing his helm as they guide him. The slick sensation of his transfluid leaves a tingling sensation in its wake as he presses his spike between their thighs.

Mirage presses down against them, doing his best not to put too much weight on them as he picks up his pace. The sensation of their skin has him venting heavily, face pressed into their sweaty skin as he inhales their scent. It's enough to make Mirage choke out a cry when he finally overloads.

Mirage's engine hitched as they whined, their arms grabbing his helm in a desperate plea for more. He coating them in a bright pink fluid As he continues to move against them. Pressing kisses to their skin as he comes down from his high of an overcharged build up due to his rut.

they both gasped for breath, the air thick with the scent of their body and frame, sweat and coolant mixing together. They both lay there before they started to giggle. Only to squirm and fight back as Mirage's digits ran across their transfluid covered body. Taking what he could and slowly pressing it between their thighs. "Mirage!" They shout while wiggling trying to get away.

"Such a feisty one, aren't you?" He hums while continuing to press his digits into them. “That's its sweetspark. Primus you look good like this. Might have to lock us in for a bit because your working my systems up again” he rumbles while pulling them to rest against his chassis.

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[im-so-normal-iswear]

Shadow x reader (platonic) where reader is a failed prototype of project Shadow? And was scrapped by the scientists at the arc, due to be being abandoned early on, the reader has powers similar to Shadow but they’re weaker and doesn’t last for more than a couple second, they have a larger lifespan but they’re not immortal like Shadow. Shadow finds them and wonders why the reader kind of looks like him (same red highlights) and Shadow takes them in and they basically become found family and Shadow is protective of reader, sorry if this is long I’ve just had this idea for a while （＾∇＾）You’re one of my sonic comfort blogs, take your time!

Shadow x failed prototype reader

Platonic

You had been discarded before you even had the chance to live.

A failed prototype of Project Shadow, deemed unworthy, unfinished, weak. The scientists aboard the ARK had left you to rot, your incomplete body a testament to their mistakes.

Unlike Shadow, you weren't immortal. Your abilities flickered and died after mere seconds of use, a dim light compared to the living superweapon they had perfected.

Yet, despite your flaws, you had survived.

You didn't remember how you got off the ARK, nor did you know why you were still alive after all these years. Your body aged slower than ang other mobians, but time still weighed on you. You had wandered, hidden, avoided those who might see you as an anomaly to be studied or destroyed. You had long since accepted that you were alone.

Then, you met him.

Shadow had been the one to find you. His sharp crimson gaze locked onto yours the moment he saw you, his usual air of indifference wavering for just a moment. He stared, his brows furrowing as he took in your features, your red-highlighted hair, the streaks along your arms that resembled his own markings. You looked like him. Not exactly, but close enough that confusion crossed his face.

"Who are you?"

You hesitated. No one had asked you that in years. You didn't even know how to answer.

"A mistake"

Shadows expression darkened. He didn't speak right away, but something in his stance shifted. You expected him to leave you, to walk away like so many others had before. But he didn’t.

Instead, he stayed.

He learned your story piece by piece, though you never had much to tell. When you told him what the scientists had done, how they had abandoned you before you were even complete, his hands clenched into fists. You weren’t just a discarded experiment to him. You were proof of their cruelty, another victim of the same people who had taken everything from him.

That was the day you became his responsibility.

Shadow never said it outright, but you could feel it in the way he lingered whenever you pushed yourself too hard. Your powers weren't strong, and they drained you quickly, leaving you exhausted after even the smallest burst of speed or chaos energy. Shadow didn't let you overdo it. He trained you, yes, but only within your limits. He scolded you when you pushed past them.

You weren't a weapon. You weren't going to be used and discarded. Not anymore.

The first time someone tried to hurt you, Shadow made sure they regretted it. He was always protective, but that night solidified it. You weren’t like him, you weren't immortal, you weren't as strong. The idea of losing you, of watching another part of his past be erased, wasn't something he would allow.

"I won't let them take you," he had said, voice quiet but resolute.

And you believed him.

You were not a "mistake". You were his family

[revelboo]

Your Hound and Trailbreaker fics are making me smile so much! It’s always a delight to see them! I wonder if any of the humans on the Ark have tried to make a break for it? Only to get into trouble out in the wilderness and have to be rescued for real 😂

Hound and Teeb’s humans are making an escape attempt

Too Tired To Wink Pt 3

Trailbreaker x Reader

• Is he sleeping? Do giant, alien robot monsters sleep? His visor had gone dim about an hour or so ago, cheek on his outstretched arm and mouth hanging open. Looks asleep. Back pressed to the wall, you creep along it. Most of his bulk is sprawled out on the floor where he’d trapped you under his berth and trying to coax you out. Moving slowly past his servos, you’re afraid to even breathe in case you wake him up. No real plan aside from reaching the vent set into the wall that’s low enough to be accessible. The slots in it big enough to squeeze through. Hopefully.

• Vents clearing noisily at a soft rustling, his head lifts and for a moment he can’t figure out why he’s lying on the floor of his habsuite. Then he does remember when he hears you break into a run. Because you’re not under the berth anymore, you’re sprinting like your life depends on it and he lunges after you. “Wait!” You don’t even look back, throwing yourself at the grate covering a vent and wiggling through the slots as his spark constricts. Trying to hook his servos against the edges and pry the thing loose as he hears you running deeper inside. “That’s dangerous!” And he yanks the grate loose and lays flat to see inside, but you’re out of sight already.

• Running headlong, you round a bend and shriek when the floor just slopes sharply and you fall to go sliding. Coming to a stop when you hit something that falls on you and yelps at the bottom. Frantically clawing to get away, because you can’t see anything and someone kicks you in the gut. And when you hear the terrified swearing, you start laughing. “Great minds think alike,” you manage as you struggle to fend off your idiot coworker before they try to punch you in the face in their panic.

• Venting tiredly, he mass shifts and still has to bend low to fit through the gap. Wishes he knew the layout of the ventilation system or had time to pull it up, but you’re likely to get yourself hurt while he’s researching. And he’s always been more of an action over planning type. Wonders how well humans can see in the dark as he hears an echoing shriek. Not very well, he bets. Plating scraping the top of the vent, he makes his way forward in an awkward shuffle.

• Finding out your work bestie has been in the vents wandering aimlessly for hours according to their estimate isn’t exactly reassuring. It’s pitch inside, though occasionally there’s a tiny amount of light from a grate and they linger long enough to try and check if anyone is around. Because if they can get out of the vents and into whatever alien central is, they can try to find an open door and run outside. Hopefully. You know that’s a long shot as you trail after your buddy and stop short at a faint cry. Your friend turning to urgently wave you over, a finger pressed to their lips as you join them in peering through the slots. Realizing this vent is much higher up than yours had been and there’s a smaller blue and red alien. And a human. And they’re-oh. Clapping a hand over your mouth as the bot groans, hips pumping and his human begins urging him on. And you can’t breathe as you fight the urge to just start cackling and give yourself away. Because what the hell? At least with yours he’s too big to have nabbed you for that. Though that person seems to be having a hell of a time from the sound of it.

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[penny-anna]

one time Spike was wandering around the Ark and walked in on Wheeljack and Ratchet with a bunch of cables all plugged into each other. he was like 'oh what are you guys doing' and they were like '.......exchanging data' and he's like 'oh that's cool can I watch' and they were like 'no. close the door on your way out.' he's like OK. kinda weird but whatever.

5 years later he's sitting around one day and suddenly goes 'they weren't exchanging data ):<'

[bueckersbitch]

Earthbound - paige bueckers x oc

✴︎ chapter one : welcome home

✴︎ based off of : the 100

✴︎ characters : paige bueckers x oc (vada rivers)

✴︎ warnings : violence, mention of abuse

✴︎ word count : 1k

✴︎ authors note : hi hi hi! moving forward each season will be a chapter, i just think this is a really good way to start off before going into longer chapters, you’ll see that clarke is not in this au. neither is finn, as paige is the main character instead of clarke. no vada in this one but trust she’s otw ;) enjoy!

✴︎ taglist : @sierrale8ne @thaatdigitaldiary @pboogerswbb @lupinqs @vamptizm @rosemariiaa @d3arapril @bueckersfive @lovegalor333 @xxloveralways14 @mrsarnold @janaelalfysblunt @tndaqlwifwy

The smell of smoke lingered in the air after the dropship crashed onto earth. Another chance. With resources scarce on the ark, the leaders had run out of solutions, only one: send 100 juvenile prisoners to the ground to see whether Earth is survivable or not. Considering the fact that Paige wasn’t melting from radiation, she’d put good money on the fact that it is.

The dropship door opened, and Bellamy Blake urged his younger sister to do the honors. Paige had heard stories about her, the girl under the floor. The ark had strict rules; resources thinning throughout the years meant each family was only allowed to have one child, so when Octavia was born, her mother had no choice but to hide the girl in her stateroom, in the small space under the floor. When the council found out, Bellamy and Octavia’s mom was floated, in other words, ejected into space.

Paige unbuckled herself, standing up and grabbing her backpack. She made her way towards the dropship door.

Octavia stepped out of the dropship, taking a deep breath, opening her eyes, and shouting “We’re back, bitches!” Hollers come from those around them as everyone leaps into their new home. Leaving their past behind.

Paige diverges from the group, finding an opening and pulling out her map. Mount Weather, their source of supply, was a good 20 miles straight ahead, on the other mountain peak. “Why so serious, P?” Lillie questioned. Paige’s best friend since first grade, Lillie was like the sister Paige never had. “You see that mountain over there, Lils?” Paige pointed. Lillie nodded, “That’s Mount Weather, meaning there’s a radiation-soaked forest in between us and our next meal.” Lillie groaned in frustration, dragging her hand over her face in disbelief while muttering, “They dropped us on the wrong damn mountain.”

Paige scouts for volunteers to take the hike with her and Lillie. She can hear bickering coming from behind her: Bellamy and Octavia, no doubt. Something about Octavia not wanting to be controlled anymore. Lillie approaches Paige with two guys, thrown in jail for stealing weed. Monty Green and Jasper Jordan smiled and waved to Paige. Paige felt empathetic for the boys. Their crime was nothing like some people down here, including her. Granted, it was justified. Paige was charged with attempted murder, defending Lillie against her abusive, now (ex) boyfriend. 

“Have room for one more?” Octavia tapped Paige’s shoulder. Paige’s braided half-up-half-down hitting Octavia’s face as she whipped herself around. Octavia backed up in retaliation. “I’m sorry about that,” Paige said, smoothing her hand over her own hair. Octavia forced a smile, stepping closer. “Okay then, let's get moving.” They wandered off into the forest. Paige glanced at Lillie, nodding before following Octavia.

Paige and Lillie walked side by side, taking in all the greenery they were stripped of on the ark. The vibrant colors provided a fresh and comforting feeling compared to the dull greys of their past home in the sky.

“Soooo what’s gonna happen with you and Ivy?” Lillie broke the silence. Ivy. A girl that Paige had been seeing on the ark before she got arrested, a casual friends-with-benefits type of ordeal. Paige scoffed, holding her backpack straps as she jumped over a log. “I don’t know. We got the whole sky separating us now.” Lillie shrugged. “The sky’s the limit, I guess.” Paige rolled her eyes at her friend’s attempt at a joke.

Monty quickly shushed the girls, ushering them over. “Look.” The group watched carefully. A deer. The first sign of life they had found since crashing from the sky. They all smiled with excitement. They’d never seen an animal in real life before, let alone so close. Jasper took a step closer. A branch broke in the result, gasping, he looks up. The deer was alarmed, thrashing its head to locate the source of the noise.

Everyone stumbles backwards at the sight that's revealed to them. A second head.

-

“A result of the radiation, definitely,” Monty reasons, still shaken up by the distorted animal. Continuing to follow the map, the sound of water floods their senses before they can see it. Emerging from the forest, they see that a river separates the two forests. “Something’s wrong, there’s not supposed to be a river here.” Paige states, eyebrows furrowing. “Well, I’m not trying to find out what could be in the water, are you guys?” Lillie asks. “Yeah, I’m cool off that.” Paige says, looking around for something to use to get across.

A perfect vine, long enough to get everybody across, one by one. Paige climbs the rock, dry hands pulling the vine to check its durability. “Seems good enough to me.” Paige gets herself ready, anchoring herself to the vine, an inch away from pushing off the rock, when Jasper yells, “Wait! Let me.” Paige is puzzled, looking to Lillie for answers; Lillie nods her head to Octavia. Paige had been completely oblivious to Jasper's growing crush on the girl.

“A’ight then, try not to fall in the water.”  Paige hands off the vine to the boy, bug-eyed goggles sat on his forehead, fingers fidgeting with nervousness in his fingerless gloves. Eager to impress Octavia, he takes a deep breath, then swings.

Cheers exclaim from the group, excitement overtaking their senses. Jasper lands safely on the other side, the vine bouncing back to Paige. Once again, she grips the vine, ready. Jasper lifts something above his head, “Guys! We made it!” Paige’s eyes move faster than she can register, reading the beat-up sign, somehow having survived three generations, it read: Mount Weather. The middle area was unreadable, but the bottom clearly said: Keep Out. Paige was about to cut through Jasper's yelling, wanting to tell him about the clear warning on the sign, when something cut him off before she could. A large spear, thrown with unimaginable accuracy, right through his chest, throwing him into the tree behind him. The group called out his name in disbelief. Paige removed her hands from covering her mouth, opting to quiet everyone down. 

One thing was for sure,

they weren’t alone.

[petertingle-yipyip]

LAST NIGHT - BELLAMY BLAKE

Pairing: Bellamy Blake x Reader

Word Count: 2,355

Summary: (requested) A drinking game with Monty and Co goes a bit too far. Intending to get back to your own tent, you stumble upon Bellamy and some shock revelations.

You hadn’t been on the Ground long yet it seemed like you never left the Ark. You had convinced Raven to let you stowaway with her in her rebuilt pod and now, you were among friends.

Mostly.

The only caveat - other than the alleged war with the Grounders - was Bellamy Blake.

Not quite friends, not quite enemies, but frenemies didn’t work either. It seemed like you two just couldn’t go a day without arguing or damn near punching each other in the mouth. There wasn’t really any reason to it either. He liked to instigate you and your temper had you engaging in the bickering everytime. It had been that way since you had first met, but you had to admit, it was fun for you too.

Once the flares went up and hope was in the air, liquor was being poured into cups across camp. You took a spot with Monty, Jasper, and Harper, and Jasper did not hesitate to fill your little tin cup as much as he could.

Your group started some nonsense drinking game, and you lost count of the drinks or rounds after about four. If anyone asked, you didn’t know who was winning or losing or even the premise of the game anymore. All you knew was that you had drunk way too much way too fast. When the entire forest was spinning around you, you used the bit of logical thought you had left and decided to make your way to your tent.

Harper offered to help you, but the slurring of her words told you that she was about as lucid as you were. You waved her off and reasoned that you could make it on your own since there were walls around camp now. If there was the potential of you wandering into the empty woods, then you would’ve taken her up on the offer, but you’d be fine.

As you were wandering back, you saw Octavia sneaking out. Curious, you tried to follow. You had gotten all of four steps before you tripped over your own feet and landed on your side. You laughed at yourself and rolled to your back, hands flat on your stomach. Maybe you’d just sleep there.

“What are you doing?” Bellamy asked, suddenly standing over you.

“Sleeping.” You answered.

“Oh, shit.” He sighed and you grinned. “Are you drunk?”

“Are you?” You tried to point a finger at him but ended up gesturing to nothing, which made you giggle.

His hand closed around your wrist and he hauled you to your feet, bringing on another round of laughter. He kept a grip on your arm and guided you through camp, despite your dragging feet and nonsense blabbering. He brought you to your tent but you refused to go in.

Surely he had you turned around. Or maybe that was the liquor buzzing in your head. Regardless. you stomped your foot and told him he was wrong. You pointed to a tent three over and said that one was yours. You could see he was trying to stay patient with you but he didn’t sign up to babysit you as a drunk.

“That’s not yours.” He complained and you squinted in suspicion. “That’s Atom’s.”

“I have an innate sense of di-rec-tion.” You pointed out, holding up a finger. “I know where I’m supposed to be.”

“Alright, Magellan.” He laughed slightly and offered you his hand. “Come with me.”

“Oh no you don’t.” You wagged your finger and hiccuped. “I know how that goes. You bring me to your tent, you play the hero, and you think I’ll sleep with you.”

“No, Y/N, I’m not trying to sleep with you.” He sighed.

“Well why not?” You stomped, now offended. “I’ll have you know I’m spectacular.”

“I’m sure you are.” He rolled his eyes slightly and grabbed your wrist. “But I’m not gonna sleep with you when you’re wasted like this, so come with me… Please.”

You gasped dramatically. “Bellamy Blake knows the word ‘please’? I have to-“ Hiccup. “-tell everyone.”

He sighed slightly before he leaned down and looped his other arm around the back of your leg. You made a face to yourself but before you could say anything, he threw you over his shoulders. You squealed and kicked your feet, banging your fists weakly against him.

“Put me down!” You laughed. “Damn you, Bellamy!”

“Yeah, yeah.” He muttered, but there was amusement in his voice. He carried you to a tent and dropped you on your feet.

You stumbled when your feet hit the floor and you let yourself drop to the floor. You giggled when you landed and looked up at him. His arms were crossed and his eyebrows were raised, as if he expected you to say something. You huffed and crossed your arms the same way.

“You have, like, the biggest tent.” You looked around his space.

“What’s your point?” He sighed.

You threw your hands to the side which made you wobble slightly. Your eyes went big as you regained your balance before you laughed again. You looked back to Bellamy and he was already looking at you.

“You wanna know something?” You said loudly and crawled over to sit across from him.

“You’re gonna tell me anyway.” He crossed his arms again.

“I like your curly hair.” You said simply and he couldn’t hide the surprise on his face. “You always had it like slicked back on the Ark.”

“Thanks?”

“Yeah.” You nodded. “You thank people for compliments.”

“You’re not usually the compliment type.” He rolled his eyes. “Usually you’re the ‘kicking me in the shin’ type.”

“I could do that too.” You nodded. “But! I will not.”

“Lucky me.”

“Don’t you be mean to me again!” You thrust a finger forward and the sudden movement made you dizzy for a moment. “You’re always mean.”

“Coming from the girl who has a comment everytime I say anything to her?” He commented with a small laugh.

“Because you’re mean.” You glared. “But you’re pretty, so it’s a give and take I guess.” You shrugged.

“Jesus, Y/N.” He sighed, rubbing a hand down his face. “How much did you drink tonight?”

“I don’t like your tone, Blake!”

“And I don’t really care.”

“You don’t like me very much, do you?” You changed the subject. You couldn’t quite remember how much you had.

“What do you mean?” He cocked his head.

“You’re mean to me.” You frowned and counted off your statements. “You don’t laugh at my jokes. You never let me do things. You used to make fun of me on the Ark and that’s why I kick your stupid shins. You always give me that look.”

“What look?”

“That look! Like you’re trying to make me spontaneously combust.”

He shook his head with a disbelieving laugh. “Y/N, I never said I didn’t like you.”

“But you’re mean.” You pouted.

He knelt down in front of you and you pursed your bottom lip.

“I’m gonna tell you this now, because you probably won’t remember it in the morning.” He said quietly, like it was a secret.

You leaned in, reaching for him to keep your steady. He caught your hands and you felt a sobering heat on your cheeks.

“I do like you, Y/N.” He said, wide eyes and a small smile. “It started as a crush when we were kids and now… Now I can’t stop thinking about you, looking for you in the crowds and trying to find an excuse to talk to you.”

“No way.” You whispered.

“I know.” His smile drew a little wider. “I never meant to be mean.”

“You’re not that mean.” You shrugged. “Let’s just say it was banter.”

“Banter.” He repeated with a laugh. “Yeah, alright.”

“Like in those books!” You announced. “Where they act like they hate each other but they’re actually madly in love.”

“Let’s go with that then.” He nodded, that small smile still playing on his lips. “Do you want me to walk you to your tent?”

“I don’t think I could make it back to my tent.” You confessed before a fit of giggles. “I feel like I’m gonna fall over as soon as I get up.”

“What happened to that innate sense of direction?” He asked as he helped you to your feet.

You shrugged. “It seems to have left me.”

“Or you never had it.”

“I still have a foot and you still have shins.” You warned, though the slurring of your words left them without any threat. “Just cause I like you doesn’t mean I won’t kick the hell outta you. It’s called duality.”

He shook his head and helped you shuffle across the tent. Carefully, you two laid down and you felt the world shift as you did so. You made a noise, something like the joking sound of a ghost, and slammed a hand to the blankets. Bellamy’s hand closed over yours and you looked over at him. You broke into a grin and he returned the smile, not as wide as yours but an honest smile.

You shifted over and put your head against his shoulder. He adjusted his arm so it was draped over your chest and you two just laid there for a while. You continued to talk, about anything and everything. A butterfly you saw earlier that day. A conversation you had with Octavia. What you remembered from your earlier drinking game. Before you knew it, you were drifting off to sleep.

And for the first time since you stepped foot on the ground, you truly felt safe.

When you woke up, you had no idea how late into the day it was. Bellamy was still beside you, so you doubted it was that late. Your head pounded as you pushed yourself to sit up and glanced around.

Your brows furrowed as you realized you weren’t in your own tent.

You slapped a hand over your mouth when you realized. You peeked over your shoulder again and it sunk in that you weren’t in your tent. You were in Bellamy’s.

You muttered to yourself in panic as you got up quickly. Your clothes were which both left you relieved and oddly disappointed. At least he didn’t try to hook up with you when you were drunk, but being drunk might’ve been the only way you’d be confident enough to sleep with him.

You snuck a glance outside the tent and saw there weren’t many people around. With a sigh of relief, you stepped out and immediately winced at the brightness of the sun.

“Hello Sleeping Beauty!” Jasper yelled from basically across camp and you cringed as more heads turned in your direction.

You hurried over and whacked him on the arm.

“Ow! What was that for?” He complained.

“For making people stare at me!” You hissed.

“What difference does it make?” He laughed. “Oh, I see. You don’t want people to see you coming out of Bellamy’s tent.”

“Shut up!”

“Why? You didn’t have any problems going into Bellamy’s tent last night.”

“Jasper, I swear I will kill you!”

He laughed and threw his arm over your shoulders. “But seriously, Y/N/N. Yesterday you were ready to tear his head off, now you’re tearing his clothes off.”

You elbowed him in the ribs.

“Lay off, Jasper.” Bellamy said, suddenly at your side.

You stiffened for a moment before you hid your face in your hands. You complained to yourself, ignoring whatever the boys were saying around you, and wished to disappear. You peeked between your fingers and saw Jasper leave. Hoping Bellamy left too, you dropped your hands.

You were wrong.

“You feel okay?” Bellamy asked.

“Mortified, actually.” You answered. “But I didn’t kill my liver last night, just a headache. I’m fine, thanks…”

He gestured for you to follow and hesitantly, you did.

“You were pretty drunk last night.” He began as you fell into stride with him.

“Well aware, thank you.” You rolled your eyes. “I do appreciate you not leaving me on the ground. Can’t say I would’ve done the same for you, but…” You shrugged.

Bellamy laughed slightly.

“What?” You asked quickly.

“You don’t remember what you said last night, do you?” He smiled at you.

You were so taken aback by it, the true delight and shine of his smile, that you tripped over your own feet. You landed on your back and groaned, more in embarrassment than anything. Bellamy knelt beside you with an amused smirk and you threw your arms over your face.

“Kill me now.” You groaned. “What did I say last night?”

You wished you could melt into the floor.

“That you’re madly in love with me.”

You could hear the smile he still wore. You sat up quickly and nearly collided with him.

“I did not say that.” You defended quickly. You may not remember much of the night before but you sure as hell would’ve remembered saying that.

“I know, I was shocked. And then you said you just had to have me. You were pretty persistent.”

You squinted in suspicion but he feigned innocence.

“It’s true.” He shrugged.

You kicked his arm since you couldn’t reach his shins, but he just laughed.

“It’s alright, though. Wanna know why?” He smirked.

“Go on and enlighten me.” You rolled your eyes.

“Cause I might be madly in love with you too.”

“Might?” You raised your eyebrows. “So you just let any girl you might be in love with sleep with you?”

“Hey now. You tell people we slept together, they might get the wrong idea.” He offered you a hand to help you to your feet.

“Oh, please.” You scoffed. “It’s gonna take more than a few drinks and those pretty curls to get me in bed with you.”

His hands were suddenly on your waist and he pulled you flush against him.

“Worked last night.” He shrugged.

“Beginner’s luck.” You rolled your eyes. “Bet it won’t happen again.”

“You’re on.”

“And when I win?”

“When I win, you’ll be in my bed. If you win, I’ll be in yours.”

[rabotimagines]

"Erogenous zone" GN BOT Reader x Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack

Summary: They make you overload through heavy petting while they're playing with your erogenous zone. + a little revenge

G1 Characters: Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack.

Warnings: Smut 🔞 MDNI

Notes: Erogenous zone used for reader is kept vague! Since bots can have so many. you can imagine what you'd like (wings, sensor panels, finials, tires, headlights, buttons, ETC). Bluestreak calls reader both "pretty" and "handsome" in his section. I know Trailbreaker doesn't have visible tires in g1 cartoon but he does on his G1 toy/official art!

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Optimus's servos are wandering, and he can't exactly help how he instinctively moves to where he knows your frame is extra sensitive to his touches. Optimus doesn't realize he's gotten too- enthralled with every continued reaction he can get out of you, until you arch harsh against him. A groan manages out of you, and your servos are clenching on his frame. And Primus- you're dripping through the gaps of your modesty panel. Optimus tears his gaze away from the rather tantalizing sight when you apologize for overloading early.

Optimus moves away from where you're sensitive so he can cup your faceplate. "It's quite alright. Are you okay with continuing?" You are and thankfully want another overload. Optimus definitely would have had to self-service after seeing you like this. No cold solvent rinse would have been able to lower his now higher frame temperature.

Without waiting, you lean forward, and Optimus jolts and groans when you start assaulting one of his finials with your glossia. Your glossia is hot and dragging so slow along it- oh Primus. His vocalizor catches on itself when your servo traces his other finial. A gasping vent escapes Optimus when you tease both at the same time. The heat is steadily climbing higher with every delicate touch you give him. Optimus's servos find your frame again, and he grasps on as you continue to tease him.

Oh dear- maybe you'd both end up having an overload before either of your panels were removed.

-

Jazz wants to play, and his servos are wandering as soon as you start kissing. Jazz doesn't have any restraint right now (why would he with you?) So he goes to exactly where he knows you'll start squirming quick under his touch. Jazz can't get enough of you, every little sweet noise, every twitch of your plating, your em field flexing in growing want. He doesn't realize he gets maybe a little carried away until you jerk against him hard. And Jazz pulls away to see you panting and gasping, and your array panel leaking- Oh, hello Primus. Did he just make you overload from that?

Jazz grins and leans forward. "Oh baby, did you feel that good from some petting?" Jazz wouldn't usually tease you like this, but he can't help it right now. Especially when you're glaring at him, even when your optics are so bright and you're dripping through your modesty panel. You just look so darling, and Jazz was so gonna be saving this memory.

Your own servos are grabbing onto his hood, and Jazz does jolt when your digits are suddenly sliding along the outer shell of his headlights. Jazz watches as you slowly dragged your glossia along the trim of Jazz's autobot insignia. Jazz can not look away from your glossia following the line of the art. Your digits swipe over his headlights, and he huffs a breathy vent from your touch. Jazz can only smirk when he feels his own arousal spike.

Now, who was Jazz to deny you what you wanted? Especially if it was making him overload?

-

Trailbreaker and you weren't even planning on going further. You were just- making out in one of the empty ark hallways. And things got hot and heavy a lot faster than he'd thought it would. Trailbreaker can't help his servos wandering where he knows he'll get the best reactions out of you. He also can't help getting caught up in how you start rolling your hips against him and how you're sighing and moaning into his mouth. Then you jerk hard against him, and he breaks away to find you panting. Your optics are bright, and your thighs pitching inward- You're leaking right through your modesty panel! Oh-

Trailbreaker resets his vocalizor after his shock passes through him. "Slag- didn't mean to do that. Well... at least Red Alert got a nice show? Haha-" Trailbreaker feels a bit awkward making you overload here. But the fact that he got you to overload on accident of all things? it's doing something for him. And that some things got his frame temperature spiking quick.

A look passes over your faceplate, and Trailbreaker feels like he should apologize, but you don't give him the chance. Your servos latch out and go right for his sides and directly on where his tires were. Trailbreaker jumps and fails to stifle the noise that comes out of him when your digits drag along the inner rim of both tires. You're muttering how he should be quiet, and Trailbreaker bites his glossia to avoid the groan that wants to sound out of him.

Okay, Trailbreaker could do this- He deserved it after all- making you overload on accident out here. He was a defense specialist for a reason. Trailbreaker could take your punishment!

-

Blaster knows you don't have a lot of time at the moment for each other with your current week schedule on the ark. So he can't exactly say he didn't try to hold back- he did. Just turned out it wasn't nearly enough as he should have. Your glossia is in his mouth, and Blasters practically swallowing every sound he gets out of you. And his servos are instinctively wandering where he knows you'll make the sweetest sounds. Can you really blame him for getting carried away? Blasters optics snap back online when you grind hard against him and your servos clench tight on his frame.

Blaster pulls away to see the mess now leaking through your modesty panel, and Blaster laughs- it's not a full frame laugh, but it's a chassis deep chuckle. He isn't making fun of you. He just really, really finds it satisfying. "Oops... Well that's a sweet sight now, isn't it?"

Blaster sees your expression before you basically pounce on him. Your servo find his buttons, and Blaster grunts when you start working his buttons in the way that you know gets him hot and bothered fast. You needed to work his buttons a certain way for Blaster to get hot and bothered in the first place. And you knew every single method to do just that. Blaster can only sigh thickly when your digits drag along the edge of his buttons. The fever in his frame steadily bumping higher with every little teasing drag you gave him.

Blaster wishes he had more time to make some proper music with you. But he'd take a short but sweet melody over nothing.

-

Bluestreaks kissing you harder and softly moaning against your derma. You hadn't managed to steal any kisses from each other today, and he can't help being a bit desperate when you actually get a few minutes to each other. Bluestreak didn't mean to honestly- He just really likes how you sound when he touches you there. His digits lightly teasing you turns into his servos grabbing, and you get louder and louder in the kiss. You finally jerk against Bluestreak, which makes him break the kiss to ask if you're okay only to see your bright optics and leaking modesty panel-

Bluestreak doesn't know what to say for a solid klick before compliments practically burst out of his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you overload like that, but you look so good- pretty- handsome- you always look good, yeah, but you look really really good now? Sorry-"

You yanked Bluestreak back into another kiss, and he can only moan against your derma when your servos find his door wings. His spinal strut arches when you lightly squeeze the base of them both between your digits. Bluestreak whines against the kiss, and his servos end up returning back to where they were. You lightly jolted when Bluestreak began to continue touching you back. Your pelvis finds his, and he's stuck trying to keep coherent enough to return the favor under your touch.

Bluestreak hoped you'd be fine with him making you overload twice so soon. Because he didn't think he'd be able to stop at just the one.

-

Wheeljack is not sorry even if it was totally and completely an accident (He swears!). Wheeljack might have dragged you onto one of his work benches under a half badly joke flirt attempt of "examining your prime example of a frame" with a waggling optic ridge. You still played along with him, and he started to exaggeratedly touch your frame- and well, somewhere along the line, the touches went from joking to genuine to eager. And you're eventually panting and getting louder and louder- And Wheeljack only stops when you're suddenly overloading on his work bench. Wheeljack has to cycle his optics at the sight of you dripping through your modesty panel.

"Oh-" Wheeljack resets his vocalizor "Well that's... definitely a great way to conclude a scientific examination." Wheeljack laughs lightly only to stop short when he sees your expression.

Wheeljack practically shouts when you lunge forward, and your glossia drags right along the seam of where one of his helm panels touches his helm. Oh no no no he's sorry! He's so sorry! Wheeljack tries to mutter out, but he can only moan and grasp onto your frame with tight servos. Your glossia dragged along the indents of the very sensitive to soft touch frame accessory, and Wheeljack is reduced to a panting mess. Wheeljack can't even feel embarrassed about the whine that slips out of him when your servo comes up to grab his other helm panel.

Wheeljack really was sorry he swears! Oh slag- He guesses he could let you get him back for it. It was the least he could do!

[sealestialangel]

  

　  𓏲　bive（ regretavator ） npts　｡　　📁 　 ₊ ˚⊹

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bive，bivey，biv，vibe，static，crack，crackle，fuzz，fuzzball，eye╱eyes，eyeball，teeth，fang，bite，chomp，chomper，glass，glasses，shard，noia，paranoia，nerve，nerves，caution，skep╱skept，skeptic，dec╱deck，tect，detect，tive，detective，clue，myst，mystie╱mysty，mystery，con╱cons，connie╱conny，conspiracy，theo，theory，theodore，theodosia，expi，peri╱perri，experiment，axie，accident，mis╱mist，mistake，lemon，demon，tele，telephone，phone，cabinet，eight，eighth，wonder，lifetime，achieve，achievement，ward，award，reward，noir，jet╱jett，nyx，onyx，tour，tourmal，mallie╱mally，maline，tourmaline，obb，obbie╱obby，obsidian，nycto，blaque，sher，sherrie╱sherry，lock，sherlock，hol╱holm，hollie╱holly，holmes，nan，nancy，ark，arkady，nero，seeley，vel，velma ｡

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the self–proclaimed detective，the paranoid detective，the jittery detective，the conspiracy theorist，the believer，the rambler，(prn) who rambles on，the seeker of truth，(prn) who knows the truth，the (noun) that knows the truth，(prn) who sees the red cracks in reality，the (noun) that will not be brainwashed，(prn) who is immune to brainwashing，the lab accident，(prn) who was made in a lab by accident，the hair monster，the monstrous hairball，(prn) who is made of hair，the funny maze dweller，(prn) who lives in╱at the funny maze，(prn) who wanders the funny maze，the red ball establishment employee，the red ball establishment dweller，(prn) who wanders the red ball establishment，the clown militia❜s enemy，(prn) who is weary of the clown militia，(prn) who is on the run from the clown militia ｡