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My cutie patooties!!!!!!!!
This was supposed to be a small thing for future references but I just like to draw them so much ヾ(＠＾▽＾＠)ﾉ
Bye! Bye!
#myart#mspaint#ms paint#myocs#oc: nettie#oc: miso#It may just look like a simple “swap” thing but this is a thing that happens in my silly story#It was supposed to be just a drawing and it get out of control（；^ω^）
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Steve wakes up to a beeping noise- a heart monitor. He struggles to open his eyes, turning to squint around the hospital room. Something about it feels off, though he can’t tell what.
A woman stumbles in, almost spilling her coffee. She looks familiar.
“Hey,” Steve tries, only to end up coughing. His throat is painfully dry.
“Steve!” She exclaims. She hurries over, swapping the coffee for a plastic cup of water. She carefully holds it to his mouth for him to drink. “You have no idea how happy I am to see you awake! I know we can’t talk here but… fuck, man, you really had us scared for a minute. Promise me you won’t do anything like that again!”
“I promise?”
“Oh! Eddie finally woke up too! Just the other week. He keeps asking about you, I should go-”
Steve is only more confused. There’s only one Eddie he knows and that Eddie wouldn’t be caught dead worrying about someone like Steve. Not unless...
“Munson?”
“Duh. Oh! Nancy! I was supposed to- you’re ok, right? I’ll just be a minute!”
“Yeah, sure.”
She throws him a thumbs up, darting out the room, calling for Nancy.
His head throbs. He’s not sure what is going on, what happened… maybe that thing in the Byers house did get him after all? Maybe this is just a dream.
"Ah, Mr Harrington," a nurse greets with a warm smile. "It's good to see you awake. I'm just going to check your vitals and all of that stuff, then we'll need to go over some questions. Does that sound alright?"
"Questions?"
"You've been asleep for a few weeks. We need to make sure that everything up there is ok." She lightly raps her knuckles on the side of her head.
Despite how light she's trying to be, Steve feels a sinking in his stomach.
"Is that possible? What- what could be wrong?"
"Nothing too serious. You're speech is clear and legible, you're conscious and cognitive." She lifts the clipboard off the end of the hospital bed. "You remember your name?"
"Yeah," he says. After a moment, he realizes; "oh! Right, sorry. Steve Harrington."
"Date of birth?"
"April 29th, 1967."
"Do you know what todays date is?"
"Um... how long have I been out? You said a few weeks, right?"
"Almost three weeks, yes."
"Three weeks, so that would make today... December 4th?"
She doesn't respond for a moment. The way she keeps her eyes on the clipboard feels too calculated.
"The year?"
"Uh... 1983?"
She only pauses for a moment, before continuing to ask simple questions about current events, how he's feeling, where he feels any pain or discomfort.
He lies when she asks if he remembers what caused him to be hospitalized. He's not sure what the story Nancy and Byers will give. He can't imagine people... involved, would want the truth out. And he's not willing to risk whatever consequences will come with that.
"I'm going to talk with your doctor," she finally says. "I'll be one minute."
"Wait! What- am I ok?"
"Your doctor will explain everything, don't worry."
Amnesia, his doctor explains.
Three years of his life, gone. They try to reassure him, say that it's still early days and he could completely regain his memory, no problem.
But they don't know. Not really. It's all 'possibly's, and 'maybe's. No guarentee. There's still a chance that he may never remember.
The woman who ran in when he woke up, sat by his bedside and holding his hand in a death grip, doesn't look anymore reassured by their optimism than he is.
"We're... close?" He asks her.
"Yeah," she says, forcing a smile. "Platonic soulmates. It's, um... Robin, by the way. Robin Buckley."
"Do we have that... Mrs Click, you sit behind me, right?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I did." She looks stunned, almost dazed. "I didn't think you remembered, or even noticed me."
"How could I not? You're hilarious!"
"What? We never-"
"Oh, uh, you're muttering. Behind me. It wasn't exactly, um... quiet."
"Oh my god," she slaps a hand to her mouth, eyes wide. "You heard me talk about you!"
"Yeah, like I said; you're funny."
Luckily, someone else bursts into the room, interrupting whatever epiphany Robin is having.
"Steve!" He yells.
The guy looks like a kid, barely out of middle school. But he rushes to Steve, eyeing him up like he's Steves babysitter.
"Uh, hi?"
"Oh no," is the kids response. He turns to Robin. "How much does he remember?"
"He is right here, you know."
"I think some time in 83?" Robin replies, ignoring him.
"Before or after the whole... uh..." He glances at Steve with suspicion, then pointedly to the door.
"Jesus," Steve mutters, rubbing at the crease between his brows. "Did Nancy and Jonathan tell you, or what?"
"Tell us about... what?"
He rolls his eyes at them, pointing to the kid. "Whatever has short stack paranoid. The thing with the-" he flops one hand around, raised towards the ceiling, "the lights."
"Do you remember anything that happened after that?" The kid quickly asks. "At the hospital, and Will?"
"You mean the Byers kid? Isn't he, like... dead?"
"So you... don't remember me."
"Sorry?"
"It's fine," he lies.
Steve hates how sad the kid sounds. He glances between the two of them, both seemingly wallowing quietly about the situation.
"Which room is Munson in?" He asks, breaking the silence.
"What?" The kid frowns. "Eddie? Why?"
"Which room?"
"He's two doors down to the left," Robin answers. "Why- woah! Don't get up! You're still-"
"I'm fine," Steve gently pushes her away, ignoring both of them trying to plead for him to get back into bed.
Despite the bandages, bruises and sick look to him, Munson somehow looks better than Steve remembers him looking. The longer hair definitely suits him.
"Steve?" He frowns. He tries to sit up but, grimacing, he soon stops. "What the hell are you doing up? You're gonna freak Dustin out."
"Dustin? That the kid?" He asks, grunting as he sits on the edge of his bed.
"What do-" he pauses, expressions slowly twisting with the horror and realization. "Yeah. Yeah, man, Dustin is the kid."
"Right. So... um... we're friends now?"
Eddie winces. "We haven't exactly had time to talk about... that."
"What? It's been years!"
"It's not that simple."
"Are you saying that because it's true or because you don't-"
"Because it's true," Eddie rolls his eyes. "A lot has happened since then, Steve. You fell in love with Wheeler."
"What?" Steve can't hide his confusion. "Nancy?"
"Yes, Nancy. You made sure everyone fucking knew about that."
Steve snorts, having to grab at his side with a wince. He bites the inside of his cheek to keep himself from laughing.
"So you're still easy to rile up?" He asks, smirking.
"Wh- you-" Eddie gasps. He tries to sit up again, grunting when he flops back down. "You were trying to make me jealous?!"
He's looking at Steve with disbelief, but he's also smiling.
"Are we friends now?" Steve asks.
"Yeah, Stevie. We're friends."
"Just friends?"
"I don't... Steve, how bad is your amnesia?"
Steve quickly looks away, wincing. "Not... that bad? I remember that- the first time. This, um... monster shit. Falling out with Tommy. And the doctors are optimistic- they're pretty sure I'm going to remember."
"Alright... maybe it'd be better if we talk then, instead of rushing into it now."
"Jesus," Steve frowns. "I really have missed a lot. When did you get mature?"
"Hey-"
#stranger things#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#robin buckley#platonic with a capital p#steddie fic#ficlet#hurtcomfort
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Assurance
male reader x Ahn Yujin
Though it was a bad decision to earn a rival's trust, you still tried despite the consequences you may face.
It was a perfect time to bring her car for a downhill mountain ride as the sun sets down into the thick clouds, the majestic sight of Seoul down from the mountain hoping if only the people down there could hear her Lancer IX roar in each pull she makes. A woman like her driving such an iconic JDM car is any guy’s dream woman, but remembering she’s one of Chaewon’s rivals is a reason not to be attached with her too much. Despite her teammates like Wonyoung, who drives a violet Rx8 or Rei who owns a R34 skyline, Yujin’s vibe is entirely a different yet unexplainable level of coolness from theirs.
She would sometimes land a glance at you amid the trip while you enjoy your moment sitting in the passenger seat -inside joke of you being called a Passenger Princess without the double ‘S’. Even with the amount of urge to look back at her wild, yet attractive visuals, you decide to ignore and pretend as if you didn’t care.
“You know you’re too dumb to think you’re safe enough to ride into someone’s car knowing the person right next to you . . . “ she pauses to give you a slow look of disappointment. “Is someone who pointed a gun at you a while ago?”
You find yourself chuckling in her words. She’s indeed a threat, a look of someone who wouldn’t spare you nor who’d kill you with a barbecue stick possible. But for what? You think that killing you is definitely a waste of time as you don’t even serve any special purpose rather than being a male guy who beats a racer like her.
“You’ll just waste a bullet at me I guess, plus I really imagined myself sitting inside your car. A Lancer Evo is something that would crumble my heart to be honest.”
Your words are enough to make her look away, speechless as you sight a small curve forming into the corner of her lips afterwards. You never expect such a small compliment could make a tigress passive once again -or maybe you are just assuming too much.
“Chaewon must have put enough steroids on your car just to beat me didn’t she?” Yujin says in a plain tone as if it was a regular thing to her. “Your car is the most bullshit thing to see in a Hakone, yet you manage to beat me with it.” After passing several curved roads, she looks at you and takes guesses of what Chaewon had inserted into your GTO. She manages to guess almost everything right -weight reduction? Right she had made a wide and long light as her Evo V, swapped engine? Yes, she made your car scream like a Skyline. Much as you want to agree, you keep yourself shut; you still don’t trust Yujin that much.
“But still, I like your car more.” You say, and she meets your eyes. You feel the car slow down, the engine gets quieter as Yujin pulls the car beside a metal railing where the view of Seoul is clearly seen. Though it may be dangerous to stop a car in the middle of a road, it’s Yujin, she never cares for the rules.
A smile forms into her lips after she chuckles, and it’s way more visible than before. It’s common to see her resting bitch face every time when it turns out that she looks prettier when she brightens up. With the gothic styled shorthair, and a ‘Tomboy’ vibe attitude, who would even expect her to achieve such a smile. You who’s lucky enough to see it, you’re here to keep it
“I never expect that the person whom I wanted to put down, is the first person who would admire my work.” Afterwhile, she hides the smile again. “Most guys would choose my teammate's car, why would you even choose mine who’s evidently plain and boring?”
“Guys have different tastes” You answer confidently. “One likes the ricers one, one likes the simple ones. I could tell that the car design reflects the driver’s personality. For me, the people who're minimalist with their design just simply love racing and keeping up with fellow racers like them while ignoring the attention of the crowd. Someone that never pretends to be a new one just for attention, and rather who’d be herself despite the criticism she may face.”
She keeps her eyes at you, finally the first moment you see her face you for a long time. And with that, a short silence fills the atmosphere before she looks down, and moves herself to face at the front. She rests both of her hands against the top of the steering wheel while she leans herself into it.
“You okay?” You concern, even with the high urge of placing a tap on her back, you flee it away. Maybe it was your words that made her quiet for a moment, but perhaps it was not. She doesn’t seem to be the type of person who’d feel down for some sweetly dramatic words.
She murmurs a “mhm” while her face is rested against her arms. You didn’t ask for more, you didn’t want to be the type of person who’d throw more questions because the answer wasn’t enough. Though you weren’t satisfied, her head starts to face you with tired eyes.
“Why are you so kind to me?” she says with a hint of worry. “You must be doing this on purpose. You want me to be with your team? The answer is obvious, kid, you just wasted your time”
Shaking your head in disagreement seems to confuse her more, along with the chuckle you let out.
“Then why?”
“Because I know you’re different from your team. You’re the only rival I faced who played fairly against me . . . . someone who wouldn't try to cross the line just to beat me.”
When a smile once again forms into her lips, your unnecessary thoughts get clear out again; the thought of her playing easy on you because she may know you’re just a one piece of a waste of time.
“Who in their right mind would even be so confident to stay around me?” She pulls the key out from the starter knob, then opens the door. Her eyes glances at you as soon as she steps outside. “I bet you will choose to smell fresh air here rather than staying there.” and she closes the door.
No choice, not really but she hits the right point. You follow her outside where she sits over the metal railing despite her ass getting beyond the space which she didn’t seem to care about. Her eyes widened when you left a meter of space between you and her after you sat, even with the little hint of ‘sit beside me’ you decided to act like you don’t care. Though playing hard to get didn’t last that long when she motions her head at you to sit right next to her.
“You know Wonyoung would kill you if she sees you with me.” You remind as you rest your hands against the railing. She starts to jiggle her keys on her index finger, and in surprise she never shows any reaction to your question.
“She wouldn’t, she’s just a brat who doesn't even have the courage to pull the trigger once you’re there.” She answers while she maintains eyes at the spinning keys. “Yeji made a really bad decision when she gave Wonyoung the control of our group.”
“Why didn’t she pick you?”
She forces a frown while she shrugs at your question. “I don’t know, I’m not even worthy to be the leader of the group. I mean Gaeul is there, she’s the eldest among us. Rei can be because she knows more about Japanese cars. There’s nothing special about me, kid. Don’t force it.”
“I’m not forcing it. I’m asking because that’s what I see about you.” You argue in a calm demeanor. You manage to catch her attention with your answer, looking at you with eyes of curiosity while it maintains the non-friendly vibe.
“I know you’re the type of person who listens carefully, someone who’s understanding deep inside. I don’t know, I can’t explain but that’s what I see about you. I mean you had the opportunity to shoot me back at your tavern, but you decided to listen to me even if I’m part of the rivalry team.”
“How can you be so confident about it?” Yujin raises an eyebrow at you, for what she assume you can’t answer until you smile and point a finger at her.
“You just listened to my words right now. You understood every word I said.”
You manage to form a pretty smile on her lips afterwards, wider and brighter that seeing it was enough to brighten you as well. She pushes your shoulder, then closes her eyes to make a deep breath.
“You’re really ridiculous, kid.” She sighs.
“Believe it or not it’s fine . . .” You give out your courage to place your hand over her shoulder that immediately catches her eyes. Her eyes widens for a second, but shortly accepts it. “Just remember that there’s a person who would understand you.”
The sun has settled down and the sky has begun to turn orange which Yujin watched upon. She turns around to enjoy the beautiful skylines of Seoul a few miles below the mountain, and you accompany her as well. It feels like this was a date, yet it feels illegal as well.
When the skies turned dark, it was time to leave. Even if you wished that moment should’ve been longer, you had to accept that everything comes to an end. You stand up together as she walks first closer to her car, she suddenly turns around and throws you the car’s key which you luckily catch.
“You like my car, right?” She chuckles and motions her head. “Show me how you can handle it.”
How lucky you are, it was a dream come true. For countless times sitting on the passenger seat, wishing your hands to be on that wheel, finally she gives you the chance to feel it. You didn’t hesitate to accept it. You rush into the driver’s door until you see multiple headlights appear from the distance that seem to head your way. Yujin notices it, and she steps outside the car right away, standing beside you.
“It’s Wonyoung.” she hisses
“Fuck, we need to leave.” Your answer didn’t seem to satisfy her. When you are about to open the door, she pulls your forearm
“That wouldn’t save you from the eyes of my team.” She faces you, and swallows, taking a deep sigh before meeting your eyes. “Make out with me.”
“What?”
It was too late for assurance and questions when she crashes her lips into yours. Your arm that was lately in the door’s handle, is now in Yujin's grasp. She pushes you hard, the hardness of the window’s visor wasn’t enough to hurt you as you only feel Yujin’s mouth that’s dominating yours. No hesitation, no what and if’s, you accept that this is happening. She dives her tongue inside yours, her hands guiding yours into her hips where you enjoy the curvature she had. And when the approaching cars seem to get louder and closer, she starts to moan between make outs.
Now that the car has stopped right at both of you, she starts to slow down. The sound of the door opening was the cue for her to stop, looking at your lips for a while before she turns around to face them. It was indeed Wonyoung along with the other members in each car.
“Yah, am I supposed to believe what I’m seeing?” Wonyoung scoffs, a tone of disbelief can be heard in her words. Yujin places her hand against your chest.
“It wasn’t hard to convince this asshole though.” Yujin answers, glancing at you then returning at hers. “Told you everything can be handled if you do what men really wishes for”
“Assholes” Gaeul adds while she slowly starts to lean against her Fairlady Z32’s fender. “They never changed.”
Yujin gives her a smirk. Wonyoung makes a quick peek at you -in a look of disappointment that seems to criticize your whole soul within that second- then returns her eyes to Yujin. You feel your heartbeat racing when you see the gang silent all at once, there is nowhere to escape from them especially from Wonyoung who seemed displeased.
Wonyoung rests her arm over the hood of her Rx8. “Then I’m expecting good news from you, better not waste my time.”
“Chaewon is up for nothing. But she seemed to make more cars to beat the hella out of us.” Yujin answers confidently while Wonyoung returns a loud yet cute giggle.
“Right Chaewon, that girl would do anything just to prove she’s better than everyone else.” Wonyoung rolls her eyes, and starts to open her door. “I don’t care if she’s the Seoul Tempest or what, I’m pretty sure her car would die out in the amount of curves Hanseong pass has.” Just before she enters back into her car, Wonyoung gives you another look. “Hey Y/n, once I knew you snitched on us. Remember that I know where you live, you seem to have a great family with you, hopefully you don’t disappoint them.”
Everything ends with Wonyoung giving a threat to you, and somehow it was the second time of her talking to you again. Her friends start to take their cars as the Rx8 takes the lead, roaring off into the empty road as you watch the group leave the spot- though it may seem a perfect time to finally breathe in relief, not until you realize the words Wonyoung left you before she flew off.
Yujin keeps her back at you, sighing and slowly turning around to face you when she sees her team’s presence is finally gone. From that emotionless woman you had stayed with several hours ago, now seems to disappear from this world when she turns to you with slight worry in her face.
“Sorry.” She speaks out in a mixture of disappointment and relief. “I couldn’t think of any way to save you from them.”
“It’s fine’ You force a smile, and give her a light nod. “At least it worked anyways”
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Wavell’s Curiosity (Poll 4)
Currently working on a new story for you all to enjoy but in the meantime I thought I’d post another fun poll to get your thoughts on. Feel free to leave comments explaining your choice!
1) If you chose to steal his clothes then you will be able to transform into him whenever you like. You can steal multiple articles of clothing but you won’t need to be wearing all of them to transform. As long as you are just wearing one, you’ll become him. For example if you steal his shorts, sneakers and socks, you’d only need to wear the socks the transform into him. Same goes for the sneakers or shorts. As long as you’re wearing at least one article of the stolen clothes, you can wear anything else you want and you’ll still become him. But as soon as you take it all off you’ll return to normal. Perfect for someone who just wants to have fun as a gym hunk once in awhile without disturbing their own life too much.
2) Possession is self explanatory for the most part. It can be either physically pushing your body inside his or doing so as a ghost/spirit of sorts. He might fight back a little and there may be some mild convulsions as you take over so best not to do this in a public space. Unless that’s your thing of course. Once complete you’ll have full control of his actual body for as long as you like. He’ll still be conscious throughout this and may try to protest but ultimately he’ll be powerless to stop you from having your way with his body and accessing his memories if need be. Only a passenger until you decide to leave. If you do at all.
3) Whether it be via a pill slipped into his protein shake or an injection you’ve stuck him with when he least expects it, turning him into a bodysuit is permanent. No take backs. That in mind you’ll have one of two choices. One, you hide his body suit and only wear it in private or sparingly if you are to go out any time soon. After all people will be looking for him after suddenly disappearing and if they see you wearing him out and about there’s no doubt going to be a storm of questions coming your way. Best to be careful. Unless of course you choose option two. As soon as you turn him into a bodysuit, slip inside him right away. Make sure you’re comfortably slotted in before permanently sealing up the suit and prepare to say goodbye to your old life. I’m unsure if sealing up a bodysuit will allow you access to the memories it once had so I guess you’d have to find out yourself.
4) Switch bodies via a kiss. It’s as simple as it sounds. You’ll use some kind of spell to enchant your lips making it so whomever you kiss next will be forced to switch with you. All you have to do is sneak up to him in the gym locker room or something and when he least expects it, smash your lips against his. He might try to pull away but he won’t be able to and before you know it you’ll feel dizzy for a moment and next thing you know you’ll be standing in his hunky body! He’ll of course be in yours and probably freaking the fuck out as your check out your new body. If I were you, I’d trick him into telling you everything about his life with the promise that you’ll switch back in a week or so if he does. Of course he doesn’t need to know that it’s actually a one time only kind of deal hahah.
5) A potion that’ll that transform you into across multiple days is also very self explanatory. Though for this you’ll need some of his DNA for the potion. This could be something as simple as some of his hair or maybe some sweat from a stolen tank top. Or if you’re feeling really risky you try breaking into his house and finding a cum sample. Maybe a crusty sock or shirt he’s jizzed onto or if you’re lucky perhaps even a discarded condom he’s recently used. Whatever you find, as soon as add it to the potion you’ll be ready to go. Just toss it back and be patient. You might not feel anything at first but as the days go by you’ll start to notice changes. If you’re someone with a bit more fat on their frame, you might start to notice yourself trimming down and vice versa if you’re rather skinny you might notice yourself beginning to look and feel a little bigger. Your skin tone will gradually change. Your facial features will slowly rearrange. Your muscles will steadily grow and shape themselves. Every last detail of your body slowly but surely changing until after about a week you’ll have become him completely. Its also worth noting that he’ll be experiencing the opposite as he gradually transforms into you. It’s likely you’ll also gain some of his memories during this process but not all so you’ll have to do some research to find out everything you can.
6) The next one is for my folks who love a little bit of intimate stuff. Being able to possess him clothing. It’s as simple as it sounds. You’ll have to ability to possess any article or his clothing you like. His shirts and tank tops. His pants and shorts. His socks and sneakers. Even his underwear! You can possess it all. And whenever he puts something on that you’re possessing, you can immediately take control of his body any transferring your mind into him. However this is optional. If you wish to remain as say his tank top for example as he works out, even after he puts you on, then you can! But when you do decide to take over he’ll have no memory of being controlled and will believe everything you did while in his body was his choice. The only drawback to this however is that you’ll never be able to return to normal. You’re forever going to be stuck as either this stud’s clothes or inside him body. But if you chose this option then I assume you’d be okay with that.
7) Head swapping. Such a rare thing to see yet so intriguing. It’s like a niche form of pseudo bodyswapping. Instead of fully switching bodies with another person you are simply removing your head and placing it on top of another body. This would of course mean you’d still have the same face you’re used to seeing in the mirror every day, only now you’d have the body of meathead from the neck down. It might look a little strange at first but your head will slowly adapt to the new body it’s been matched with. The skin tone of your head will quickly begin to match that of your new body and your facial features may change ever so slightly to vaguely resemble the hunk who’s body you now have but not too much. Perhaps just things like your beard growing more like his or your eyes changing colour. But other than that your head will remain more or less the same. However this method is know to sometimes cause minor disconnects between your mind and your new body. For example you may find one of your limbs moving seemingly on their own due to some kind of phantom muscle memory from time to time. Or you may find yourself absentmindedly slipping your hand into your shorts to cradle your cock and balls if that’s something this stud body was used to doing. On that note, sleepwalking is also a common side effect.
8) Now this one is for those body swapping enthusiasts who just love a good ol swapping machine! Something huge and chunky that was probably made in a lab by a mad scientist obsessed with stealing the perfect body. It’ll do the trick alright. But the hard part is gonna be getting him hooked up to the machine. Chances are he’d not just gonna walk up and do it so you’ll have to figure that out. Best bet will be finding some way to lure him back to your place, spike his drink and drag his unconscious body down to the machine. Put that chunky metal helmet on his head before putting one on yourself and as soon as he wakes up, flip that switch! The machine will blare to life and before you know it your consciousness is being transferred out via the helmet, through the machine, and stuffed into that hot jock body. Then you’ll be able to toss that helmet off your new hunky body and if you’ve gone through all this effort to steal it, I have no doubt you’ll end up breaking the machine as soon as possible to ensure there’s no going back.
Can’t wait to see the results of this one! 😈
#curiosity polls#magic#male body theft#male body swap#identity theft#male transformation#jock#permanent#male muscle growth#male possession#male body suit#male tf#muscle theft#musclegrowth#jockification#head swap#technology#potion#inanimate#inanimate tf#hunk#clothing
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Dealer's Choice
Plot: You and the guys are enjoying some downtime in between missions, and one night you all decide to kill some time by playing a game. Things quickly take a bawdy turn.
Author's Notes:
Many thanks to @zoeykallus and her wonderful “Truth or Dare” story as the inspiration for me to finally craft a poly Batch tale.
Unlike my other works, there's a general description of the reader as someone that's into body modifications (piercings and tattoos). Additionally, assume the reader has a contraceptive implant. No other description of the reader is implied, nor should it be inferred. This story also assumes that the interest is there between the reader and the boys, but they're not yet in a relationship.
Sit back and set aside some time to read this one, for it comes in with a word count of 14,009.
Important Notes:
This content is strictly for audiences 18+. The roles in this story assume female readers and all members of the Bad Batch. Concepts introduced include: creampie, cum eating, cum swapping, dirty talk, female ejaculation, M & F masturbation, M & F oral (giving & receiving), PiV, toys
A collective sigh of relief comes from you and the men you've spent the past year working with, the specialist troopers of Clone Force 99. After bouncing endlessly between missions, the word is finally given that all of you are to take a standard Galactic month off for much-needed R & R, and to spend time overhauling the Marauder. You look forward to going home to your countryside villa on Naboo, and extend the offer for the guys to stay with you instead of spending their nights on the ship.
“This is some place you've got here, Y/N,” Wrecker says, his head swiveling around to look at the large vestibule into which everyone is gathered.
“This is nothing,” you reply, groaning as you let your heavy backpack slide off your shoulders. “You should see some of the villas out in Lake Country. This place? It's modest, by Naboo standards. I did the best I could hoarding credits away for years during my time as a bounty hunter in order to be able to afford it.”
“Bounty hunter? I suppose that explains how you ended up with us,” Tech chimes in as he pushes his lenses back in place. “Mercenary work is a natural extension of bounty hunting, in terms of a general skill set.”
“You're not wrong about that, Tech. I may not have enhanced tracking abilities like Hunter, but I more than make up for it elsewhere. All right, since all of you are going to be crashing here for the next month, you're more than welcome to occupy any of the spare bedrooms on the second or third floors. It looks like the housekeeper was here just recently, so everything should be cleaned and in full working order. I don't know about the rest of you, but I've been dying for a real shower ever since we were holed up in that dump on Tatooine!”
“Don't remind me,” Crosshair remarks. “I think I still have the stench of bantha on me.”
“I thought it was obvious it was their breeding season,” Tech slyly adds, never missing the opportunity to get digs in on Crosshair whenever possible.
“Enough, you two,” Hunter interrupts. “Grab your gear and head upstairs. Y/N's been gracious enough to let us stay here instead of being miserable in the Marauder every night, so let's at least try and act somewhat civil.”
You let out a cackle and painstakingly re-shoulder your backpack. “All right, you guys. Go upstairs and get settled. How about we reconvene in a few hours for something to eat, and maybe start unwinding with a game or two?” You start walking off to your bedroom, stopping to turn around when you hear Echo.
“Where are you going, Y/N?”
“Oh, my quarters are down here. I don't think there's enough room in there for all of us,” you tease.
You disappear down the hall toward your bedroom as the guys start making their way to the second floor, completely out of earshot as Crosshair casually says, “you want to make a bet?”
*****
“All right, guys, the rules are simple. All you have to do is spin the bottle, and whoever it points at is the one who will be asked “truth or dare.” If you pick truth, just answer the question honestly. We're all adults here, so there's no need to be embarrassed about anything. Same goes for dare. The only rule about dares is that you don't have to do them if it violates your personal ethics, or is a violation of whatever you consider to be your hard limits. You can rescind consent at any time and ask for a pass, or change it to truth. I just have a hard time believing you guys have never played this game before...I think almost every culture in this galaxy plays some version!”
“Remember, Y/N, we're from Kamino. “Fun” and “games” are two words that are not in the Kaminoans' language,” Hunter offers. “We did our best to amuse ourselves when we were boys as a means of escape from our harsh reality...but not with anything like this.”
“She doesn't need a trip down your memory lane, Hunter,” Crosshair sighs irritably, shifting his ubiquitous toothpick from one side of his mouth to the other. “Are we doing this, or what?”
You roll your eyes and set an empty wine bottle on the floor. “Since you are my guests, one of you can spin the bottle first. Mmm, Wrecker, you want to do it?”
“Absolutely! Let me at it,” he says cheerily.
“Wrecker, mind your strength,” Tech warns. “We do not need you launching the bottle into the wall, or one of us.”
Wrecker's huge hand closes around the wine bottle and he gives it a deft spin. It slows and comes to a stop, the neck pointing at Crosshair. He chuckles and narrows his good eye as he looks at his brother's seemingly constant sour expression. “Oi, Cross...truth or dare?”
There's an audible crunch as Crosshair snaps the toothpick, hastily plucking the broken pieces out of his mouth. “Do I have to?” he grumbles.
“Do you have to be so disagreeable all the time, Crosshair?” you reply, half jokingly. Quiet laughter from the others ceases when you hold up your hand. “It's a harmless game. Just relax and play along. You might just have fun.”
“All right, fine. Truth,” he says churlishly.
Wrecker's face breaks out into a huge grin, and you have the feeling he's up to something. “Yes or no – do you have a crush on Y/N?”
Crosshair's eyes widen, heat stealing its way up the back of his neck and into his ears. You look around at the others, surprised that Wrecker would lead off with a very revealing question. Hunter is trying not to smile, and Echo and Tech share a knowing glance. You won't be surprised if Crosshair answers yes; it wouldn't be the first time someone admitted they had feelings for you while working closely together. The reactions of the others suggest your prediction is correct.
“Well? Do you?” Wrecker asks again, grinning madly.
Crosshair digs his fingertips into the arms of the chair in which he's sitting, his face slightly reddened. “Yes! Yes, all right? For fuck's sake, Wrecker, did you have to do that?” He turns his head away, not able to look at anyone, especially you.
Uproarious laughter fills the room as everyone finds it hysterical their normally unflappable brother is quite humiliated. The only one not laughing is you, because while you find it fitting that Crosshair is temporarily subdued, you're empathetic. You've always known Crosshair is a very private person, and admitting something like this represents a serious loss of control.
“Guys, please. Crosshair, it's your turn. Spin the bottle,” you say gently.
He sighs softly and turns to look at you, his cheeks tinged red. His dark eyes bore into yours and don't break your gaze as he leans down and forward, speedily grabbing it and setting it in motion. The bottle wobbles for a moment before it stops and points at you. You can hear Tech muttering something to Echo under his breath and for a split second, you have a feeling of apprehension. Crosshair's pride is hurt, and now that means he's unpredictable.
“Truth or dare, Y/N?” he sneers, completely evaporating whatever embarrassment he just felt.
Everyone's eyes are on you, keen to see if you'll accept a challenge from him. You look around and grin, chuckling softly. “Well, I hate to disappoint you, boys, but for the first round, I'm going to have to go with truth.”
One look at Crosshair's expression tells you exactly what he plans on doing; he's going to try and retaliate in an effort to fluster you. “Have you ever fantasized about any of us in a sexual way?”
You feel your heart start to race a little and you do your best to stay calm. Heat flows into your cheeks and as your expression softens, a little grin is riddled upon your lips. Ever since you became part of the squad, you've done your best to try and maintain an air of professionalism, but you're only human, and with five handsome men always in close contact with you, you certainly entertained thoughts of what it would be like to be with any one of them.
“Hey, are you in there?” Wrecker asks.
“I'm...thinking,” you reply slowly, the grin becoming a big smile. Finally you end up laughing, rolling your eyes as you speak. “Of course I have. Anyone with eyes would end up fantasizing about a group of incredibly attractive guys like you. There. Are you happy, Crosshair?”
He smirks at you, sitting back in his chair as he taps his cheek idly with his finger. “Not just yet, but give it some time. I think I will be.”
*****
“Are you ever going to accept a dare?” Crosshair complains. “I think you're playing coy on purpose.”
The game has been going on for awhile now, and it's been highly entertaining. The bulk of the racy questions have all been directed at you, and the only reason you've hesitated opting for a dare is because you know the minute you say yes, someone is going to get really creative, which will result in you losing an article of clothing. You're no stranger to being in various states of undress around men out in the field, and the guys are no exception, but you've never been completely naked around them.
“All right, all right! Fine! If you're that keen on it, I'll take a dare. Just make it a good one, Crosshair,” you say, feeling your heart starting to beat a little faster.
Crosshair grins and runs his hand through his hair, pausing briefly before speaking. “I think we've all learned quite a bit of...shall I say...interesting things about you tonight, Kitten.”
“Cross, don't call me that. You know I don't like it,” you sigh, rubbing your forehead. “Where are you going with this?”
“You wanted a good dare? I've been thinking about this all night, and it's something I think we're all going to like,” he says, a disconcerting grin emerging. “As long as you consent, of course.”
It doesn't escape your notice that Hunter flashes him a questioning look, and both Tech and Echo moved forward to the edge of one of the couches they're sitting on, clearly interested as to what could possibly be this good. Wrecker glances over at you, puzzled as to what Crosshair's about to do, and as you look over at him, you shrug. As you look back at Crosshair, he leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees, a very hungry look in his eyes.
“I've consented to everything you boys have thrown at me tonight. I can handle whatever you come up with.”
“That's good to know, because you're going to strip down to nothing and stay that way the rest of the night.”
You flash him a look of defiance, momentarily catching him off guard. “Fine by me! I've got nothing to hide, and besides...” You pause and look around at the guys, all of whom have the tiniest of grins on their faces. “The likelihood of all of you not wanting to see me naked is precisely zero.”
Tech clears his throat a little nervously. “I do believe she's got us, there. Statistically speaking...”
“Tech, shut up for a moment, will you?” Crosshair snaps. “Y/N, you accepted the dare, so follow through with it.”
You slowly rise and roll your shoulders as you stretch. Sighing softly, you pull the tie for the lower back of your top, letting the ribbons flutter loosely around your hips. The guys have all gone quiet, watching with you with rapt interest. Closing your eyes, you let your head fall back a little as you reach up to loosen the ribbon at your neck, pulling away your top and letting it fall to the floor. You can hear someone's breath hitch in his throat as your chest is on full display. Heavy tattooing spans the area over your breasts and down your sternum, prominent steel rings in your nipples.
You open your eyes and Hunter, Crosshair, and Wrecker are looking at you completely awestruck. Glancing over your shoulder at Tech and Echo, you wink and flash them a sexy grin, chuckling as you see color beginning to creep into both their faces. “You won't be left out, boys. Just be patient.”
Might as well give them a little show, as long as I'm doing this, you think. Really give them something to get off on, later...
Sliding your thumbs under the waistband of your soft, loose pants, you start to roll your hips in an enticing manner, purposely making eye contact with Crosshair. You slowly begin to slide the material down, the silky shimmer of your black panties coming into view. He stares, completely enamored, shifting uncomfortably in his seat in an effort to disguise the fact he's starting to grow hard. Despite the fact that Tech and Echo are sitting behind you, they're getting as much of a show as the other three, and the moment your muscular ass comes into view, one of them accidentally lets slip a tiny groan. You grin and step out of your pants, casting them aside to join your top.
“Mm, someone's enjoying the view, am I right?” you say, your voice lowering seductively as you turn to look over at Wrecker, who's got his hands in his lap, trying to cover up his growing arousal. “Please, big guy, I'm not stupid. If anything, it's pretty fucking hot.”
You bring a hand to your chest, letting it linger between your breasts, as the other slides down your stomach and lightly grazes your pubic mound. Letting out a content sigh, you hook your index fingers in the band of your panties and begin to lower them almost agonizingly slow, stepping out of them carefully as you drop them with the rest of your clothes. You're careful not to reveal too much of yourself, but you can't help but part your legs just a little so that the ring in the hood of your clit is plainly visible.
“By the Maker...” you hear Tech utter quietly.
You raise your hands above your head and lazily turn yourself around in a full circle so everyone gets a full look at you, coming to a stop in front of Tech and Echo. The two of them can't stop themselves from looking you over head to toe, with Tech's attention turning to your hood piercing. A broad grin crosses your face as you take your index finger and let it rest under his chin, tipping his head up so his golden brown eyes meet yours.
“My eyes are up here, honey,” you laugh. “It's all right. You like what you see. There's no shame in that.” You look at Echo, his normally pale skin now flushed pink with arousal. “I think the same goes for you, too, dear.” You turn around to face Crosshair, a look of smug superiority on your face. “Well? I did it, and I managed to render you speechless. I consider that a rare victory...and I do believe it's my turn to spin the bottle.”
You sit down on the floor, keeping your legs closed and to the side. Giving the bottle a hefty spin, it eventually stops and points to Wrecker. “Truth or dare?” you ask, a little smile on your face. He looks over at you, blinking slowly as he makes up his mind. Heat floods his cheeks as he feels his cock twitch heavily under his hands. “Which one, Wrecker?”
“Truth,” he says hesitantly.
“Hm. If you could have one thing right now, what would it be?”
His mind immediately goes blank trying to think of something plausible, because he's embarrassed to tell you the truth. “A giant bowl of Mantell Mix would hit the spot,” he mumbles.
Crosshair bursts out in derisive laughter. “Wrecker, you're the worst fucking liar. Really? Mantell Mix? You're going to have to do better than that!”
Hunter rolls his eyes and crosses his arms, turning to look at Wrecker. “Just tell her the real truth, vod. The smell of it rolling off you is getting to be a bit much.”
Wrecker groans and closes his eyes. “All right, fine. Honestly? I'd love to have you sitting in my lap with my cock buried in you, while I play with your clit.”
You raise an eyebrow at him, a mixture of amusement and intrigue on your face. “Well...I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that out of you.” The idea of having him splitting you in half with what is probably quite a thick cock is tantalizing. You feel the stone of arousal forming in the pit of your chest, along with a tiny pulse in your clit.
This gets a rise out of the rest of the guys; they're all laughing quietly and Echo gently pokes Wrecker in the arm playfully with his scomp-link.
“Come on, everyone. If Wrecker is brave enough to say that, then I'm betting the rest of you are having some pretty sexually charged thoughts, too,” you gently chide.
Wrecker takes the bottle from you and a brief look of appreciation passes between the two of you. It spins wildly before ultimately pointing to Hunter. “Truth or dare?” he rumbles.
Hunter's dark eyes lock on yours before he speaks. “Truth.”
“I wanna ask you the same thing Y/N just did. What's the one thing you want most right now?”
“I really want Y/N perched between my knees, letting me fuck those perfect tits of hers,” Hunter replies quietly, shifting just a little so you can see the bulge forming under his blacks.
Now it is abundantly clear to you where the rest of the game is headed. The heat building between your legs is growing stronger, wetness beginning to seep from you. The pulsing in your clit becomes constant as the sensitive flesh begins to swell. There's absolutely no hiding from Hunter that you're fully aroused now, and the look he gives you is one of sheer desire. You wonder if the rest of them are all sporting massive erections by now, but you don't dare to move your head to look around to check, lest you give away your intentions.
“I think you like my idea, Y/N, don't you?” Hunter asks with palpable amusement in his voice.
“She's turned on?” Crosshair murmurs, idly scratching his chin with a fingertip.
“Without a doubt, she is,” Hunter replies, giving the bottle a quick spin. It lands back on you, and your heart starts to race again. “Truth or dare, ad'íka?”
Your mouth goes dry and you manage to keep your voice from quivering with apprehension. “Dare.”
“I'm willing to bet that you've got an absolutely gorgeous little cunt. It's a shame you've kept it hidden away from us for so long. Spread your legs so we can all see.”
You feel your cheeks go hot, but not from shame. Hunter's never used language like this with you before and all it's doing is casting more kindling into the roaring inferno of your arousal. More wetness seeps from you as you carefully unfold your legs and rearrange yourself into a position on the floor where everyone can see you from the front. Slowly, you comply, leaning back on a hand to balance yourself as you part your legs. With your other hand, you take your index and middle fingers, spreading them into a V shape as you spread your outer lips, showing the guys the slickness between your cleft.
“You look so fucking tasty, Kitten...” Crosshair rasps as he slowly starts touching himself through his blacks, already soaked through with pre-cum.
Ignoring Crosshair's use of the epithet, you look at the others to see them all nodding in agreement, their eyes all seemingly darkened with lust. Tech leans over to whisper something to Echo, and the two of them chuckle softly, Echo biting his lower lip for a brief moment. You steal a quick glance at them, and like the others, they're concealing prominent bulges under their blacks. Tech looks over at you with a gentle smile on his face.
“If you are willing, Y/N, would you consider letting us all have a taste?”
It takes you a moment to figure out what Tech means by having a taste, and you realize it goes much further than wanting to eat your pussy. You choose your words carefully, making sure there's no room for any misunderstandings that could end in regret. “I know it's been a really long time since any of us have gotten what we want, or need. If we're going to do this, I want you to know that I trust all of you explicitly, and yes...you may all share me. Let's just have fun, and enjoy each other.”
“Then I believe a modification of the way this game is played is necessary,” Tech declares, pushing his lenses back into place. “Instead of asking truth or dare, we will tell Y/N what we would like to do with her, and she can choose to accept or decline. This way, there will be favorable outcomes for us all. Y/N, is this agreeable?”
You smile at him winningly and nod. “Works for me, everyone.” You exhale forcefully and send the bottle spinning. As it stops on Wrecker, you look and see him grinning like he's won the best prize in the galaxy.
“Can we do that thing I said earlier?” he asks a little shyly. “And will you let me have a little taste of your pussy, too?”
“Absolutely, big guy,” you chuckle as you get to your feet and stop in front of him. Even though you're roughly at his eye level when he's sitting, it still feels like he's towering above you. “How do you want to do this?”
“Climb on my lap, sweetie, and let me do the rest. I'll be gentle, I promise.”
As you straddle his massive lap, one of his huge hands rests on your back and the other comes under the back of your leg, suddenly pulling you off your feet so your legs are slung over his shoulders, your pussy so close to his face you can feel the heat of his breath. You let out a yelp and try to figure out where to put your arms so you're comfortable. Balancing your forearms on his thighs as his hands close on top of your knees, you look up at him, catching him wink at you with his good eye. You've watched people eat you out before, but never from this vantage point.
“Just relax, mésh'la. It's all right,” he reassures you.
You let out a surprised, quiet moan as he lightly kisses your clit and then your outer lips. His warm tongue delicately trails its way through your folds, gathering up all your juices as it makes its way up to your now swollen clit. When he closes his lips over it, you groan and let your head fall back, shutting your eyes as he alternates between suckling lightly and flicking the tip of his tongue along the underside of it, and over your piercing. When your legs start twitching involuntarily with each stroke of his tongue, Wrecker lets out a deep, rumbling moan of his own against you, the vibrations tickling every nerve ending.
His cock twitches against your back and you moan his name softly, thinking about what it's going to be like to have him inside you. Wrecker turns his attention from massaging your clit to slipping his tongue through your outer lips all the way to your entrance. His strong tongue probes deeply as he tastes another flow of your juices, and his grip on your knees tightens.
He starts to gently rock his hips up into your back, silently telling you that he's just about ready for the next step. As he pulls his mouth away, one hand comes back under your back to support you as the other brings one of your legs down. Once you're back in an upright position, you climb off his lap, your legs visibly trembling.
“I hope that was all right, Y/N,” Wrecker says. “Been a long time since I've done that with anyone.”
“All right? I think that was more than just a little all right,” you reply breathlessly, feeling like your legs are going to give out.
He laughs and takes your hand, placing it right over his thick, meaty cock, straining to be let out of his blacks. “That's all for you, mésh'la. Why don't you show everyone how beautiful you look when I've got my cock stuffed inside you?” His hands slip under the waist of his pants, easing them down to his ankles. His cock lies long and straight against his stomach, and as your eyes fall upon it, he flexes it for you, a little bit of pre-cum clinging to the tip. “Come sit and keep it warm, Y/N,” Wrecker coaxes.
You turn around and see the wanton expressions on the others' faces as they patiently wait their turns. Wrecker takes his cock in his hand and starts stroking it gently as he waits for you. As you back up and straddle his lap once more, you let out a loud gasp as you feel the head of his cock slip through your outer lips, positioning right at your entrance. Resting your hands on his thighs for balance, you start to carefully ease yourself down on him, exhaling slowly as you feel him start to stretch you out.
Wrecker wraps an arm loosely around you, resting a hand on one of your breasts, gently thumbing your nipple. “Take all the time you need, Y/N. I know this is an awful lot,” he murmurs.
“Y-yeah, it is,” you reply shakily. “You feel incredible, already...”
You lower yourself down onto him, inch by inch, moaning continually as his girth stretches you to what feels like your absolute maximum. Wrecker buries his face in your hair, groaning loudly the farther you sink. As he bottoms out in you, his strong hands slide under your legs and lift you up just a little so that instead of your hands on his thighs, now your feet rest there. He takes you by the ankles and you take a hold of his forearms as he starts to slowly rock up into you.
“How's it feel, Wrecker?” Hunter asks as he strokes his cock idly through his blacks. “Usually women are scared to death of that thing,” he chuckles.
“So tight...hot...wet,” Wrecker groans through his clenched teeth. “Ride me, mésh'la, please...”
You oblige, and start bouncing on his cock, deep lusty moans springing from you with each successive stroke. He starts bucking up into you a little harder, passing over your sweet spot repeatedly, sending white hot bolts of pleasure through your pussy. One hand leaves your ankle and works its way between your legs, where the flat of his thumb falls upon your rosy pink pearl, swirling in tight little circles. Wrecker is notably dexterous, switching with ease from rubbing your clit to flicking his thumb over it, loving how you're responding to his touch.
Riding him faster, you feel yourself getting closer to your peak, unable to combat the fiery combination of Wrecker's cock ravaging your pussy and the determined stroking of his thumb. Your clit buzzes pleasantly, tiny little contractions starting to multiply, and a deep growl rolls out of Wrecker as he now lays into you, feeling his own orgasm on its ascent. His cock begins to tighten even more with each upward stroke, and the electricity in your clit becomes more concentrated.
“Don't stop, Wreck...I'm so fucking close,” you gasp.
“So 'm I, mésh'la...come for me,” he moans.
A few more well-timed strokes of his thumb against your engorged clit is all it takes before he hears your breath hitch in your throat, his name falling from your lips in tiny gasps. The lightning in your clit spreads quickly through your core, sharp cries of unrestrained bliss spilling from your throat as your walls constrict around him. Wrecker's thrusting becomes erratic as his cock swells to maximum within you. He lets go of your other ankle and you lift yourself off, sinking to the floor on your knees with your back to him, chest heaving wildly.
Closing his hand around his cock soaked with your juices, he strokes himself hard. It's only a few moments before he lets out a choked gasp followed by a deep moan as he comes, painting your back with thick, ropy strands of his seed. He sinks back in his seat, covering his face with a hand, panting heavily. Utterly spent and basking in the afterglow of his long overdue orgasm, Wrecker slowly gets his pants back on. He looks down at you, sitting back on your feet, admiring his handiwork as his spend trickles its way down your back.
“Go clean her up, dí'kut,” Crosshair hisses. “She doesn't deserve to be left a mess.”
Wrecker gets up and heads to the kitchen, returning a short while later with a warm, damp towel. He attentively wipes down your entire back, then takes his hand and ruffles your hair affectionately. “Sorry about that, Y/N...I didn't ask if I could do that,” he says apologetically. “Are you okay?”
You get to your feet and reach for his chin, standing on tiptoe as he bows his head. Your lips meet his for a soft, loving kiss. “I'm fine, big guy. Might be walking funny for the next day or so, but...” The entire room erupts into laughter as Wrecker returns to his seat, blushing slightly. You wait for everyone to calm down before picking up the wine bottle. “All right! Who's next?” you say playfully, giving the bottle a spin. This time the bottle comes to a stop in front of Tech and Echo, pointing at neither. “Hm, well, this is a conundrum, indeed,” you muse.
“If I may, Y/N,” Tech interrupts, “there is a perfectly reasonable solution to what you perceive as a problem. Let us both gratify you, thus eliminating your need to choose. Echo, why don't you show Y/N the modifications to your scomp-link that we made? Perhaps we can also show her that new attachment I created. I am most eager to see it in action.”
“I'm not surprised you two have been up to clandestine operations,” you say, rolling your eyes. “But you've piqued my curiosity, and...I very much want to have both of you.”
“Excellent. I will return shortly, Y/N. Echo, help her get more comfortable on the floor; we will need the extra space,” Tech says as he rises from the couch, purposely readjusting himself so you can get a better sense of what he's got hidden under his blacks. “This will be worth your while, cyar'íka...I promise.”
As Tech heads upstairs to gather all the necessary equipment, Echo takes all the pillows off the couch and lays them on the floor. You walk over and sit next to him, his good arm wrapping around you. Slipping your hand down between his legs, you run your fingers gently over his fully primed cock, loving the little moan that escapes from him. His lips seek out yours as he lightly pushes himself into your hand, moaning once more when your tongue collides with his for an impassioned kiss.
“Oh, mésh'la, if you only knew how long I've dreamed of doing something like this with you...” he whispers hotly against your neck, planting a few open mouthed kisses there.
You let out a soft sigh at the touch of his lips, his kisses working their way down your neck to your collarbone. He lowers you just a little so he has easy access to a breast, his tongue gently licking a nipple, sending shivers down your spine. Echo grins as he closes his mouth around it, sucking lightly, relishing the sounds of your moans. You squeeze his cock firmly in return, his eyes tightly shut as he groans deeply.
“You want me to suck your cock, Echo? I can't wait to see what you have for me,” you purr, feeling the material of his blacks dampen under your fingertips.
“I do not think he wants to wait any longer to show you what he has in store for you,” Tech calls from the entrance to the living room. He's carrying a case and a small drawstring pouch with him. “Y/N, if you please, spread your legs for Echo so he can begin.” He pauses, and you see his brow furrow for a moment. “I...know we already have your consent, but I feel it prudent to ask you regardless...” He stops again and you see one of his hands tremble slightly.
Crosshair snickers as you get up and walk over to Tech. “What, now you lose your nerve, Professor Highbrow? She already said you can take her, so what the hell's your problem? Got limp dick syndrome, or something? You should forfeit your turn and let me –”
You whirl around, fury written all over your face as you approach Crosshair, who looks supremely amused with himself. As you stop in front of him, you grab the collar of his blacks and yank him up until he's a hair's breadth away from you, eyes locked on his. His eyes widen in genuine shock; he's never seen you this angry before. Hunter is about to spring into action to pull the two of you apart, but Wrecker puts a hand on his shoulder, curious to see how this is going to play out.
“Crosshair, shut your fucking mouth! I am so sick of you constantly ripping on Tech, trying to tear him down. Is it really necessary to try and destroy your brother's self-esteem?! You dare...in MY house?!,” you seethe. “Just for that, when it's your turn...I've already decided what you're going to do with me...and you'd better fucking follow through!”
You shove Crosshair back into his seat hard, letting go of his shirt. You look at the others, and they're all staring at you in disbelief, especially Tech, who remains rooted to the spot. Walking back over to him, you reach your hand up to gently cup his face, his eyes seeming larger than ever. “Now, what were you going to ask me?” you ask softly.
“Cyar'íka...” he starts, trying to regain composure and find his voice. “I would very much like it if you would orally pleasure me while Echo takes care of you. Would you also let me take you from behind?”
“For you, Tech, anything. You know...you didn't need to ask me for permission, but I'm happy you did. I just want to enjoy both you and Echo in every way possible.”
You retake your seat on the floor next to Echo, with Tech coming to sit beside you, putting the case and the pouch off to the side. “Spread yourself for me, Y/N, and relax. I think that beautiful pearl of yours needs some more loving,” Echo says as he positions himself between your legs. “This might feel a little strange at first. I'll start with this, then switch over to the new attachment.”
Tech leans down and rests a hand on the back of your neck as his lips graze across your cheek and down to your mouth where your lips meet his for a delicate kiss. Echo lightly rests his scomp-link on the hood of your clit, then activates it. You gasp as you feel gentle vibrations emitting from it, and Echo smiles, glancing up at Tech. “I'm glad you suggested we rewire this thing...I think she likes it!”
Echo swirls the scomp-link around your clit attentively, listening to you moan deeply as he touches every part of it. He can see you beginning to swell and grow harder for him with each pass, the sides of your clit especially sensitive. You lift your hips up into him, craving more stimulation and he obliges, upping the level of vibration. With his good hand, he pulls his blacks down enough to free his cock – thick, hard as durasteel, and craving your attention.
“Please, Y/N,” Echo softly moans. “Touch me...let me come for you,” he pleads.
He shifts a little so you can slip your hand down between his legs, taking his cock to slowly stroke it in an underhanded position. Echo sighs in pleasurable relief as your hand glides over the hot, turgid flesh, taking time to swirl your thumb over the head as more pre-cum steadily seeps from him. Tech, not wanting to be left out, takes your unoccupied hand and you look up at him, his eyes glazed over with arousal. He guides you down between his legs, and as your hand covers the conspicuous bulge, you squeeze gently, making him shut his eyes and let out a shaky breath.
“Are you ready for me, cyar'íka?” Tech asks as he takes your hand, kissing your palm as he frees himself from his blacks, revealing the sublime and statuesque curvature of his lengthy cock. “I will let you set the pace,” he reassures you as he lets your hand go, shifting close to your mouth.
Closing your hand around his cock, the tip of your tongue gently trails its way underneath the head, earning you a stifled moan. Slowly, your tongue swirls around its entirety, getting a taste of pre-cum as you slip him into your mouth, letting your tongue glide along his shaft. You expertly corkscrew your hand around him as you find your rhythm, sucking and stroking him with vigor. “If you only knew how many times I imagined doing this with you...” Tech murmurs as he lets his hand rest gently on the back of your head.
The grasp on Echo's cock tightens as you stroke him a little faster, feeling the pulsing in your clit intensify with each pass of the scomp-link. The constant low moaning coming from Echo sends a fresh wave of arousal coursing through you, and you feel your juices seeping out, dampening the pillow you're sitting on. You moan heavily around Tech's cock, the vibrations rewarding you with a hard flex and the sound of him choking back a deep-seated moan of his own. He rests a hand on your cheek, then pulls his cock out of your mouth, leaving you feeling strangely empty.
“You're too good at this, cyar'íka...I am already getting closer than I would like,” he pants as he sits back down, blinking heavily as he tries to recompose himself.
Echo's hand covers yours as he pulls himself back from your grasp, breathing hard. “I'm close, too, mésh'la...still want to...show you the best part...”
He takes the scomp-link away from your throbbing clit, taking the case lying next to Tech and opens it, revealing an instrument with two distinct curved parts to it – the larger part is considerably longer and thick, the smaller one much shorter and thin. Echo nimbly unscrews the scomp-link and replaces it with this new creation, holding his arm up so the others can see.
“The larger part goes inside you, and the smaller part stays outside and rests on your clit,” he explains once he catches his breath. “Both parts vibrate, and they also have a small range of movement to them, so they can simultaneously work your sweet spot and clit at the same time.”
Tech picks up the small drawstring pouch and opens it, taking out a bottle. “You may want to use this,” he advises, handing it to Echo. “It will make Y/N's entire experience that much more pleasurable.”
Echo applies a few drops of the lube to the attachment, spreading it evenly. He drips a little bit more onto your clit, letting it run down between your outer lips before he takes a finger and traces it around your entrance. As his fingertip makes its way just inside, a content moan rises from you, and Echo smiles. Satisfied you're ready to accept this new toy, he withdraws his finger and smears the residual wetness on his cock. He carefully nudges the head of the large end up against your entrance and eases it fully inside you. As promised, the head of the smaller end is flush with the underside of your clit – a perfect fit.
“I really want to see you come before Tech fucks you, mésh'la, but if it gets to be too much, tell me and I'll stop immediately.”
“Oh, fuck!” you gasp loudly as Echo activates the toy. “This isn't going to take me long!”
Echo keeps the level of vibration on its lowest to get you used to the feeling, the tip of each segment moving in tiny circles, alternating with a gentle upward massaging movement, perfectly mimicking someone's fingers and tongue. Involuntarily, your walls clench around the toy as it teases your sweet spot. You let out a lusty moan as the outer piece flicks gently under your clit, sending waves of fresh heat through your core.
Your eyes close as Tech's brilliant new toy works its magic, biting your lower lip as your hands come to your breasts, cupping them as you gently pull on your piercings. Echo increases the speed just a little more, a sharp cry coming from you as the pressure increases in your cleft and the buzzing in your clit becomes stronger, drawing you close to your peak. Tech smiles proudly, knowing his little invention works perfectly and is driving you wild.
Echo's hand strays between his legs once more to close around his cock, his arousal at a hair-trigger. He finds his rhythm quickly, his eyes locked on yours as he strokes himself hard, bucking his hips as he goes. Your head drops back against the couch cushion, arching your back and suppressing a small scream as Echo increases the intensity a third time. Tech takes one of your hands in his and squeezes it as your other hand remains on a breast, rolling and pinching your nipple.
Your clit becomes the epicenter of searing heat and electricity as the manipulation of your sweet spot triggers your inner walls to contract around the toy. Your legs begin to tremble, toes curling as you're nearing your climax with everyone watching you in fascination, waiting to see you come. Breath catching in your throat, you manage to utter, “So fucking close, Echo...you're going to make me come...”
“That's it, mésh'la, let it all go,” Echo groans as his cock pulses in his hand. “Come for me, Y/N...”
As your orgasm breaks, his name cascades from your lips in a heaving sob, a riptide of pleasure crashing violently through your body. The walls of your pussy constrict forcefully around the toy as you bear down. Rolling your hips madly, you cover your face with your hands as you keep riding the waves of your high. “No more, Echo, pull out...pull out...pull out!” you wail.
Echo shuts the toy off and removes it, a lewd wet sound following in its wake as a spring of your juices ejects all over his hand and cock. “By the Maker, Y/N,” he says, looking down in disbelief. Using the newfound wetness to his advantage, he strokes himself hard, moaning your name. You watch his balls tighten as he starts to come, spilling a considerable amount of his seed all over your stomach and pubic mound. Chest heaving with exertion, he sits back and gets himself tucked back into his blacks.
“It appears the toy did exactly what I designed it to do,” Tech says with a satisfied grin on his face. “You performed flawlessly, Y/N...how do you feel?”
“I'm...not sure I have the words, Tech. It's been a long time since I've come like that,” you admit sheepishly.
Wrecker passes the damp towel to Echo, who lovingly wipes you clean. His parting gift to you is a gentle kiss between your legs just above your clit, then he leans in to plant another kiss at the corner of your mouth as he lightly strokes your hair. “Thank you for everything, mésh'la...that was extraordinary,” he says, his voice laden with adoration. “I can't wait to watch you with Tech...you're in for a real treat,” he chuckles as he returns to your other side. “She's all yours, ner vod...”
Tech smiles and takes your chin in his hand, turning your head and leaning in to kiss you tenderly. You bring your hands up behind his neck, enticing him to leave a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your throat, all the way to your breasts. One of his hands reaches for a breast, closing over it as he traces his finger over your firm nipple, taking hold of your piercing. You let out a breathy moan as his eager tongue snakes out and flicks quickly over the other, holding the ring in his teeth. As Tech begins to gently pull on your piercings, your arousal renews with strong pulsing in your clit and an insistent fluttering deep in your pussy.
“You are hungry for all our attention tonight, aren't you, cyar'íka?” Tech says as he lets go of you, his silken voice low and sultry. “Get on all fours for me, and I'll share something else with you that is in desperate need of attention.”
As your rise to your knees, Tech pulls away the pillow soaked with your juices and replaces it with a larger one, wanting to maximize your comfort. You get into position for him and he reaches out, tracing his fingers down your spine, making you shiver and lift yourself up toward him as his hand reaches your ass. Taking both cheeks in his strong hands, he kneads them firmly, letting his fingers roam down a little until his thumbs are on either side of your outer lips. He gently parts your folds, looking down upon your entrance, moist with fresh wetness.
“Both Wrecker and Echo did an excellent job preparing you for me,” Tech states casually as he draws his index finger between your glistening lips. “Now we've learned that even something simple as playing with your nipples leaves you a soaking...” He slides his finger into you slowly, grinning as you let out a tiny moan. “...wet mess.”
Tech finds your sweet spot easily, teasing it in short strokes with his fingertip. Your eyes close and you let out a quiet sigh, a hand straying down between your legs to gently touch your clit, still partially swollen and sensitive from the last orgasm . Tech feels your pussy gently contract around his finger and he lets out a small groan as his cock stirs heavily. He pulls his finger out of you and slips it into his mouth, sucking it clean and marveling at the delicate balance of sweetness, salt, and acidity.
“Are you ready for me, Y/N? Will you come as violently for me as you did for Echo?”
You push your ass back toward him and he meets you halfway, letting you rub yourself along the front of his blacks, dampening them with your juices. Tech slides his pants past his knees, guiding his cock through your folds and over your clit, holding back a moan as your hand passes along the underside, your fingertips deftly caressing the tip, feeling a small amount of pre-cum emerge. He withdraws and then aligns himself with your entrance, taking your hips in his hands as he slowly pushes his way in. He's nearly as thick as Wrecker, and as he sinks himself deep into your succulent heat, Tech lets out the moan he's been trying to suppress.
“Fuck me, Tech,” you mewl, swirling your hips around him once he's fully seated within you. “You feel so fucking good...”
Tech feels pleasant heat rush to his face from your praise and he smiles, proud of himself for being able to please you like this. Now he starts to slowly rock his hips fore and aft, watching his cock effortlessly slip in and out of you, listening to your fervid cries growing steadily louder. You reach down to start rubbing your clit in time with his thrusts, fingertips dancing lightly over it, making your legs twitch uncontrollably again. A shuddering groan comes from Tech as he feels your walls quiver around him, feeling like tiny kisses all along his cock.
You softly moan as Tech leans over you, propping himself up on one hand as the other comes up from underneath to cup one of your breasts. His long fingers easily manipulate your nipple and piercing, gently rolling and pulling the hardened flesh and its adornment. You feel another strong pulse in your clit and Tech groans quietly in your ear as the contraction that follows makes your walls squeeze against him tightly.
“Cyar'íka, move with me,” he whispers as he begins to sit up, pulling you with him. “Let me show you what you and I have done together in my dreams.”
As the two of you rise, Tech carefully shifts himself back onto his feet, not wanting to slip out of you. One of his arms is slung loosely around your hips with the other around your torso, his hand resting between your breasts. Resting on your knees, you straddle his lap with your hands on his thighs as he pulls you flush against him, the hand on your chest sliding up to gently close around your throat. His mouth comes to your ear and plants a tiny kiss, followed by more along your jaw. A deep moan emanates from your parted lips as Tech's other hand comes down between your legs, his graceful fingers brushing over your hot, swollen clit.
“I always wondered what it would feel like to fuck you while you sit in my lap,” Tech mumbles into your hair as he starts to buck his hips up into you once more. “Granted, I wanted to do this with you while in the cockpit of the Marauder...but this will suffice.”
You start to ride him, timing your descent perfectly with each hard upward thrust. Tech lets go of your throat and lets his hand gravitate down to your chest, cupping a breast as he begins to play with your nipple and piercing again. His fingers skillfully swirl over your clit at the same time, stoking the fires of arousal once more. Tech lets out a muffled moan against your neck as his cock is greeted with renewed wetness.
Your hands dig into his thighs as you bounce on his cock a little faster, the fingers working your clit keeping time. Luscious, tingling heat pools in that tiny singularity, begging for release. Tech turns his attention to your neck, hungrily nibbling and kissing the soft flesh, sending shivers down your spine. You gyrate your hips when he's nestled fully in you and he moans unabashedly as his cock begins to swell.
“That's the way, cyar'íka...such a good girl, letting us fuck you,” Tech says, his voice pouring into your ear like liquid silk.
He lets go of your breast and trails his fingertips up your chest before wrapping his hand lightly around your throat once more, holding your head steady as his hips snap up into you briskly. As you match his pace, you feel him getting tighter as he stretches your insides to their limit. He rubs your clit in tight circles, your moaning constant as he starts to shorten his thrusts, the head of his cock perfectly massaging your sweet spot. Tech squeezes the sides of your neck slowly and you shut your eyes as your breath hitches in your throat, every nerve ending in your clit ready for the ultimate liberation.
“So close, Tech...make me come,” you gasp.
“I thought you'd never ask,” Tech replies flippantly.
He buries himself all the way in you and holds still, his fingers flicking over your clit as you near your peak. His thighs tremble against you as he feels your pussy clutching his cock like a vise, requiring every ounce of his restraint to not release before you do. Tech takes your clit between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the flesh of your hood over it as he strokes firmly, drawing out a few last gasps from you.
As he loosens his grip on your throat, an intense cry bursts from you as the floodgates open and he tips you over the edge, your nails digging into his thighs as the nectar of euphoria flows through you. Writhing your hips madly, Tech wraps his arm around your waist to hold you steady, unable to hold himself back any longer. He swiftly withdraws, then cants his hips up into you, relishing at the obscene wet sounds his cock is making as he drives himself in deeply. Mouth at your ear, Tech's low moaning sends shivers down your spine, knowing he's just about to come.
“May I...” he grunts, and you feel his cock swell and stiffen.
You bring a hand up around the back of his neck and turn your head towards his, pulling him down for an ardent kiss. “Do it,” you command. “Be my good boy and fill my pussy...”
Tech hides his face in your hair as he thrusts hard for a final time, letting his breath out forcefully as his orgasm overtakes him, moaning your name repeatedly. His cock flexes heavily in your cleft, and you whimper as you feel the sudden heat of his seed coating your walls. At long last, Tech releases you. Falling forward onto your hands, he backs out of you, juices steadily dripping between your legs onto the pillow underneath.
“Y/N, are you all right?” Echo asks, reaching out to take you by the shoulder and help you upright.
“Better than fine,” you reply breathlessly as you shift around to face the others. “Here's a little something extra for you, boys. Consider it an encore...”
You part your legs enough so they can clearly see between them, your outer lips swollen and spread wide. Biting your lip as you bear down, everyone watches transfixed as Tech's thick, creamy load slips out of you. You look over at Tech, now sitting back on the couch as he recovers from his high. Unsteadily, you get to your feet and go to him, taking his chin in your hand as you look into his beautiful golden brown eyes. He reaches up to touch your cheek with his finger, a relieved smile on his face.
“That was...extraordinary, cyar'íka. Thank you for letting me –”
You cut him off with a gentle kiss. “No need to thank me, Tech. If anything, I should be thanking you.” You pause for a moment, a grin creeping across your face. “However, I think you and I need to have a chat about an escapade in the Marauder's cockpit sometime...”
Wrecker snorts and bursts out laughing, causing Tech to immediately start blushing. Everyone else joins in as you sigh and shake your head, reaching for the towel to wipe yourself down. You look around for the wine bottle, stopping as your eyes meet Hunter's. He's sitting calmly in his seat, watching your eyes as they travel down toward his groin. As if he's read your mind, he spreads his legs apart for you a little, resting his hand on the mouthwatering bulge under his blacks.
“There's no need, ad'íka. It's my turn,” he says, pulling the waist of his blacks down just a little so the head of his cock is visible. “I'm serious about wanting to have those exquisite tits of yours squeezed around my cock. But first, be a love and let me have your mouth for awhile. Seems to me your pussy needs a break,” he chuckles.
Hunter swings his legs up onto the generous couch on which he's sitting, stretching out as he lies down, sliding a thumb under the waistband of his blacks. Looking over at you, he smiles and starts stroking himself through the material, closing his eyes as he starts thinking about sliding his cock into your mouth, watching your tongue swirl around the tip. You make your way over to him, wedging yourself between his muscular thighs. Curling your hands into his pants, you start sliding them down his hips, your lips curled into a seductive grin.
“Show me what you've got for me, Hunter,” you say as you get his blacks down to his thighs, holding back a moan as his lengthy cock is unveiled, thick with a gentle upward curve. Once you get his blacks off, you lay your palms on his thighs, running them up toward his groin as you lean forward to gently kiss his tip. “Just as beautiful as your brothers,” you murmur.
Starting at the base, your tongue draws its way up his shaft, tenderly swirling along the underside of the head. Hunter moans softly and rests a hand on the back of your head as he spreads his legs wider for you, resting one foot on the floor. Taking his cock in one hand, you bring him to your lips, kissing the tip once more before you guide him into your mouth, sucking lightly on the head. You ease him farther into your mouth as your free hand cups his balls, palming the firm, swollen orbs carefully.
You pull him out of your mouth with a slight pop, licking your lips. “Mm, look how full you are, honey. I bet you want to blow a huge load all over my tits, don't you?” Now you squeeze his balls just a little, a deep groan rolling out of him. “Gotta say, Hunter, I figured you would have wanted my pussy, but your creativity is fucking hot...”
Sliding him back into your mouth, your tongue flattens out along the underside, letting you inch him in slowly. Your eyes meet his, pupils fully dilated and shining brightly with fascination and arousal as he watches his cock disappear around your lips. Taking in as much of him as you can, one hand closes around him again to start stroking, twisting its way along as you hollow out your cheeks, sucking on him hard.
Hunter groans and lifts his hips up into you as you pull away, a long strand of saliva connecting your tongue to the tip. You close your index finger and thumb firmly around his cock, swirling up and over him, taking time to massage the head as your tongue lavishes attention upon his length, flicking over the small slit as a bead of pre-cum oozes its way out. Back into the hot confines of your mouth he goes, this time picking up the pace to stroke him a little faster while you give most of your attention to the heated, swollen flesh.
“Fuck,” he moans softly. “I thought you'd never do this for me, Y/N...”
One of his hands comes to rest on the back of your head once more, and now he begins to gently buck his hips as you let him fuck your mouth, pushing in deeper as you close your hand fully around him. Your other hand returns to give his balls attention, rolling and squeezing them while your index finger strokes the fine, soft flesh of his perineum, evoking a gasp and a choked breath from Hunter.
You can feel his leg starting to tremble against you a little as you draw him closer to his climax, and you chuckle with him in your mouth. The vibrations travel along his shaft, causing him to flex in your hand, and when the head tightens and swells, you exhale sharply through your nose, pulling him out. You're slavering all over his cock, curling the tip of your tongue as you withdraw, showing Hunter just exactly how much you love giving sloppy blowjobs.
You shift yourself back a little, placing a hand on Hunter's thigh as your head dips down, your tongue lovingly passing over his balls. Your other hand comes to rest on his other thigh, and reflexively, Hunter encircles his fingers around yours, while his other hand reaches to take a hold of your hair. Slowly your lips close around one of his balls, sucking a little to pull it into your mouth. Hunter closes his eyes and grits his teeth as he tries to restrain a deep-seated moan of pleasure.
He's so full that you almost can't fit it in your mouth, but as you engulf him completely, you suck on him tenderly, filled with anticipation over how much he's going to come for you. Hunter lets go of your hand and takes his cock, still wet with your saliva. He starts stroking himself, watching you intently as you let him go with a wet smack of your lips. As you take his other testicle in, he comes undone, moaning deeply as you sensually tease him. You can feel him beginning to tighten up in your mouth, and you release him, sitting back on your feet, flashing a sassy grin as you wipe your lips with a finger.
Hunter pulls himself up and you hear a low growl building as he suddenly reaches for your shoulder, pushing you down onto your back. Quickly, he climbs on top of you, his cock pulsating as he gets himself into position. Your heart races with excitement over his powerful show of dominance, but also with curiosity over how it will feel to have him gliding between your breasts. Hunter takes a breast in each hand, massaging them softly as he takes in this new vantage point.
“Do you have any idea how fucking hot you are, Y/N? You're like something out of a wet dream,” he confesses as his thumbs trace over your nipples, mesmerized by the gleaming steel of your piercings. He looks up and over at Tech, holding out his hand. “Gonna need that lube, vod. Throw it over here.”
Tech pitches the small bottle of lube across to Hunter, who catches it easily. He flicks open the cap and drizzles the lube generously onto your sternum. You let him rub the lube between and all over your breasts, groaning happily as he massages your heated flesh. As he finishes, he takes his cock by the base, rapping it firmly on your chest, a wicked grin on his face. You start pushing your breasts together until they're just touching him, a little unsure of how close you should be.
“Always wondered what this would feel like,” he murmurs as he starts to rock his hips slowly, pushing his cock between the cleft, letting out a soft sigh as he easily glides through.
Hunter looks down at you, seeing the enthrallment on your face as he pushes his cock closer to your mouth. Briefly, he pulls himself out and holds himself within reach of your mouth, easing just the tip in a little as you suck on him gently. Back between your breasts he goes, and you push them much closer together this time to create more friction. He teases you, the head of his cock coming close to your chin and mouth, and you let your tongue hang out a little, trying to lick him.
“Tech's right, ad'íka...you're starving tonight...you want me to feed you?” he questions, voice smoky with passion.
“Give me everything you've got, Hunter,” you reply.
Hunter smiles and licks his lips as he continues driving his cock between your breasts, this time adjusting himself so he can push his way into your mouth easily. You take him in and he watches as your gaze meets his, an incredibly arousing sight to see you suck his cock so easily. His heart goes into overdrive as he feels you press yourself tightly around him, and he wonders if your pussy feels anywhere near as good as this.
Faster he begins to thrust, and low moaning progressively becomes heavy as Hunter feels himself rapidly approaching his edge. Your eyes are locked on his and again, you open your mouth to show him your eager tongue. Seeing you so willing and trusting turns him on even more, and he holds his breath when his balls begin to tighten, knowing his orgasm is imminent. You can see his thighs beginning to shake slightly as he comes close and you push your breasts against him as far as they'll go.
“M-mésh'la, hold still, I'm gonna come,” he gasps, surging forward a few more times before you feel his cock flex, watching as he starts to unload.
Hunter moans loudly as thick streams of his hot seed launch all over your chest, neck, and chin before he pulls his cock from between your breasts and strokes it a few more times, sending the rest into your mouth. You swallow every last bit, your tongue slightly tingling as you taste the salty, slightly bitter profile of his spend, momentarily grateful he chose not to come solely in your mouth. He carefully climbs off you and reaches for his pants, tugging them back on before he leans down and kisses you affectionately.
“Thank you, Y/N,” he says quietly, moving your hair out of your face, kissing your forehead. “That was incredible...I would love to do that with you again sometime.”
You take his face between your hands, bringing your lips to his for a few velvety kisses. “Any time, Hunter...never done anything like that before, but it's getting added to the “must do” list,” you laugh.
Hunter gives you one last kiss before excusing himself to the kitchen to get another clean towel. You're sitting propped up on your elbows when he returns, and you close your eyes, letting your head loll back as he cleans you up. The warm dampness of the towel and Hunter's tender ministrations leave you feeling relaxed and perfectly sated. You inhale deeply, collecting your thoughts before you finally finish this game and set Crosshair in his place.
Without opening your eyes, your voice takes on a startling edge. “Crosshair, be my good boy...come over here and kneel before me. Now.”
The chatter among the others stops and Hunter retakes his seat on the couch, his attention fixed on Crosshair, who's looking across the room at you. As you bring your head back up, your eyes slowly open and you turn to look at him, his normally bitter expression erased and replaced by one of uncertainty, his cheeks red with uncharacteristic embarrassment. He's rattled by the glacial look you're giving him, and he swallows hard, looking at his brothers one by one, especially Tech.
“I strongly suggest you comply, Crosshair. It would be unwise to arouse cyar'íka's anger once more,” Tech says with a vein of mirth in his voice, a sly grin on his face.
As you sit up, you move to the edge of the couch, spreading your legs so Crosshair can get a good look at what he's been coveting all night long. The roseate bloom of your pussy lay before him, his longing for you coming to its summit as he sees your glistening folds, his cock throbbing insistently. Resting a hand daintily upon your knee, you reach out and beckon to him, smiling sweetly. But Crosshair is no fool; he sees through your façade, knowing you're up to something.
He gets up out of his chair haltingly and does as he's told, stopping before you and sinking to the floor on his knees. You can see his breathing becoming shallower, his dark eyes shining brightly with deep yearning. You bring a hand under his chin and lift his head up as you lean in, your other hand running through his silver hair. Your lips brush softly over his, and he doesn't bother trying to hold back a small moan. Now your mouth seeks his, tongues sparring as you converge for a fiery kiss.
“That's my boy...” you whisper heatedly. “You're going to learn a little humility and accept the consequences of your earlier transgression...starting by licking my pussy until every trace of Tech is gone.”
A brief look of disgust flashes across his face at your choice of words, but the desire to please you and be praised for it is overwhelming. As you look down at him, your expression softens as his hands make their way up your legs slowly. Crosshair never takes his eyes off yours, his long fingers caressing your silky skin as they rise over your knees and over your inner thighs. The corner of his mouth turns upward into a tiny crooked grin, knowing you're enjoying this.
Crosshair gives pause as he reaches your pubic mound, suddenly not wanting to proceed lest you think of something else to deflate his ego. His eyes search yours pleadingly, looking for the sign that he should continue. He wants nothing more than to touch you, let his tongue work its magic on the tantalizing swell of your pearl, and draw you to another orgasm. Hesitantly, his fingertips stroke the soft flesh of your outer lips, and when you don't stop him, his thumb rests on your piercing before he retracts the hood of your clit.
You let out a pleasurable sigh as you watch him close his eyes and lean in, his mouth closing over your clit. He wastes no time in showing you how skilled he is, sucking firmly while his tongue teases and massages the hypersensitive underside. His index finger makes its way to your slick entrance and slides in with no resistance. It's quickly followed by the middle, and you let out a gasp as he carefully threads in his ring finger, your pussy feeling like it's about to split in two.
Crosshair opens his eyes and looks up at you for signs of discomfort, but sees none. He starts moving his fingers in and out, the wet sounds coming from you are almost profane. He knows exactly where to touch you, curling his fingertips upward to manipulate your sweet spot as he pulls his mouth away, letting his tongue flick expertly across your clit. The divine heat and pulsation start you anew on the path to your climax, and he feels your walls starting to close around him.
“I think someone's hungrier than I am tonight, boys!” you exclaim, exhaling sharply as your needling leads Crosshair to pull out his fingers, coated with both your juices and the remnants of Tech's. “You're desperate, Crosshair. Lick them clean,” you order.
Jeering laughter erupts from Wrecker, clearly enjoying watching his brother being put in his place. “She's got you there, eh, Cross?! About time someone taught you a lesson!”
Crosshair's eyes narrow as heat spreads like wildfire through his face, blushing furiously. He sticks his index finger in his mouth, sucking it clean, the commingling of salt and bitter acidity not as vile as he expected. He licks his middle and ring fingers, watching your face for the sign of approval he aches for. You smile and point down at your pussy, slick with fresh arousal. Choking on a groan, his hands fly to your thighs and grip hard as he buries his head between your legs once more.
He licks a wide path with the flat of his tongue through your slit, gathering up everything he can. You rest your hand on the back of his head, encouraging him to do it again. Moaning softly against your folds, he makes another pass before his lips close around your clit and piercing once more. This time he suckles gently, feeling his cock twitch hard underneath his blacks as you utter his name. He brings a hand down between his legs and feels how damp the material is, badly wanting to sink his cock into you in any way possible.
Crosshair gives your clit a loving kiss and looks to you once more. “Was...that all right?” he asks. You don't answer right away, instead moving in to taste yourself on him, licking at the corner of his mouth before lightly kissing his forehead. “C-cyaré, please...are you satisfied?” he implores.
His words from earlier in the night come back to haunt him as you chuckle softly. “Not just yet...but give it some time. On your feet, Crosshair...show me that cock of yours and let me make fantasy a reality.”
He rests his hands on your knees as he slowly rises, his lithe, muscular body seeming taller than ever as he looks down at you. Your eyes lock on his as your hands slide their way up his thighs, and you feel him tremble slightly in anticipation. You palm his cock through the fabric, feeling how hot and impatient he is as you lean forward, strategically planting ethereal kisses as your hands take the waistband of his blacks and ease them down. The graceful curve of his impressively thick length is unveiled, the head glossy with pre-cum.
Crosshair licks his lips as he watches you take him by the base, your tongue emerging to lightly trace its way over his frenulum before it swirls over the tip, drawing in his wetness. His breath catches in his throat as you take him in your mouth, his level of touch starvation evident as you feel him beginning to swell a little from the most basic attention you're giving him. You suck on him gently for a few moments before withdrawing, and he brings a hand to your face, cupping it tenderly. Closing your eyes, your hand comes up over his, letting out a sigh of contentment.
“Cyaré, tell me how to please you,” he begs, inwardly cursing himself for feeling so needy and vulnerable.
You let go of his hand and slip it between his legs, taking him by the balls and squeezing firmly. Crosshair groans and bites his lip, moving his hand to the back of your head as your other hand grasps his cock. “Begging is beneath you, Crosshair,” you coolly reply. “Here's the deal. You're going to blow your load on my face, and then you're going to lick it up.”
Hunter raises an eyebrow in surprise as he looks over at you, and you hear Echo mutter, “oh, Maker,” as Tech covers his face with his hand, desperately trying not to laugh. You look over at Wrecker and he's sitting there silent, mouth agape and eyes wide. Crosshair feels the heat of embarrassment crawling its way up his neck and into his ears and face. He didn't expect this from you, and now he finally regrets his egregious behavior.
“Just one more thing, love...don't swallow!”
With that, you release the grip on his balls, rolling them in your palm as the hand on his cock moves it way up his length, closing over the tip to gently massage it. Crosshair moans softly and his fingers wind around your hair as your lips close around him, slowly easing him in. Your hand slides up his shaft, joining your mouth as you move your head to and fro, sucking tenaciously. He can't tear his eyes away from you as more of his cock disappears, chills running down his spine as you moan deeply around him. Cautiously, he starts to thrust into your mouth, curious to see how much of him you can take.
You accommodate him easily at first, your hand controlling the depth of his progress, but he soon starts to push in more aggressively. Tears prick the corner of your eyes unbidden as he moves in too deeply, triggering your gag reflex. You pull back, salivating wildly all over the head of his cock and for a split second, you catch just a hint of smug satisfaction on his face. Squeezing his balls roughly in retaliation, he lets out a hiss as your hand picks up the extra wetness and grips around him tightly, stroking him hard. Crosshair's thighs tense up, his arousal mounting exponentially as he starts bucking his hips toward you, wishing it was your pussy he was fucking instead of your hand.
“That's the way, baby,” you croon gently. “Such a good, obedient boy, wanting to come hard all over his cyaré's face...”
Crosshair moans heatedly at your words, especially the Mando'a term of endearment. He pumps his cock through your skilled hand, groaning deeply as his tip pushes through the tight ring of your fingers. Visions of having you all to himself and feeling how tight your pussy is for him race through his mind, and it's not long before his other hand joins yours, grasping his cock as his thrusting intensifies. You slowly ease your hand off him until he's fully in control, stroking himself vigorously as he chases his climax.
Now with both hands free, you turn your attention to his balls, which are already starting to tighten. You take one in each hand, rolling your thumbs over them, massaging lightly as Crosshair's breathing becomes rapid and shallow. As you squeeze his balls again, this time with care, his free hand gravitates to the top of your head to hold you steady. A low groan builds deeply in his chest as he feels himself drawing close to his orgasm, cock swelling firmly in his hand. He closes his eyes and brings his hand up to start quickly stroking the first few inches, moaning your name ardently.
“So close, ner cyaré... Let me come... Please let me come,” he gasps, legs trembling as he forces himself to hold on until you grant him permission.
You shift back a little to give him space and close your eyes. “I release you, Crosshair!”
He deftly strokes his cock a few more times and feels the coil in his pelvic floor unwind, a deep moan pouring out of him as he begins to come. Hot streams of his seed eject all over your forehead, nose, lips and chin, covering your face like a spectral mask. Breathing hard, Crosshair pulls away from you, hastily pulling his blacks up and tucking himself back in. Not forgetting the other half of your directive, he gathers his courage and sets aside feelings of revulsion, leaning forward and taking you by the shoulders.
He's never tasted himself before now, but curiosity and the driving need to satisfy you get the better of him. His hot tongue starts at your lips, licking them clean with a single pass. Hunter chuckles quietly as he watches Crosshair grimace, the salty bitterness an unpleasant surprise. He returns to your chin, then quickly passes over your nose and forehead, lapping up the remnants of his spend. You open your eyes and see he's pulled away from you, a look of serious aversion on his face as he's fighting the urge to spit out his load.
“Have you learned your lesson, Crosshair?” you say with great merriment. “Judging by that sour face, I'd say you have. Am I correct?” He nods, and you get to your feet, wrapping one arm around his slim waist, the other around his shoulders. He looks down at you and you can see his eyes silently beseeching you to hurry. “Feed me, love...I want to know how you taste.”
You open your mouth, tongue resting on your bottom lip as Crosshair lowers his head, opening his mouth when he's within reach. A quiet moan emanates from you as his tongue touches yours, the creamy pool of his seed passing from him to you. Curling your tongue back into your mouth, you swallow all of it as Crosshair closes his eyes and sighs softly. Your hand trails its way up the back of his neck until you're cradling his head, and you moan faintly into his mouth as his lips connect with yours for an amatory kiss.
“Now...I'm satisfied. See, I knew you would bend to my will. All it took was the proper motivation. Well behaved boys will always be rewarded...miscreants will not. It's that simple.” Your fingertip traces its way along the lines of his tattoo, his eyes meeting yours. “Such a good boy you are, Crosshair. My good boy.”
Crosshair's hand passes down your spine until he reaches your ass, squeezing one of your cheeks firmly as he seeks out your mouth for a passionate kiss. You hold onto him tighter as his tongue and yours meet, his hunger for you not yet slaked as he takes your tongue between his teeth and gently nips at it. You groan softly as you start growing wet again, and you can feel Crosshair's cock stir once more. A soft cough behind you interrupts the moment, and you turn to see Hunter looking at you with a gentle smile of approval.
“Oh...right. Game's over, lads. Everybody wins,” you laugh.
“What, no second round, mésh'la?” Wrecker jokes as he stands up and stretches. “I think I'm ready for another go!”
“No way, big man. Not until I've had another shower and a little sleep...you've all worn me out. So if you'll excuse me, I'll –”
You let out a yelp as Crosshair reaches under your legs and picks you up. “Then let's get you cleaned up and in bed, cyaré...as far as we're concerned, the night is still young,” he says devilishly, turning to walk out of the living room with you.
“Crosshair, wait.” He stops as he gets into the main hallway, and you look over his shoulder. “I don't want to sleep alone tonight, boys. Come on.”
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As you exit your bathroom still combing out your hair, you see Crosshair and Tech already under the covers of your gargantuan bed, waiting for you to occupy the space between them. The other three are all sitting at the foot of it half undressed, their shirts slung over the back of a nearby chair. You stop and flash all of them a flirtatious grin, and all of them return it with carnal smiles of their own.
“You said there wasn't room for all of us in here, Y/N,” Echo remarks with amusement.
“I was being facetious, Echo. This bed can support half the Hutt family, and then some!”
“Then we are in no danger of having it collapse,” Tech interjects. “Come to bed, cyar'íka...we all very much would like to continue the bonding process with you.”
He holds up the covers for you, and you see that both he and Crosshair are fully naked and partially aroused. You slip between them, Crosshair pressing himself against your side as he nuzzles your neck contentedly. Tech slings his arm around your waist, kissing your cheek softly. Echo and Wrecker reach for Hunter as they all lie down, settling in the spaces between you and the twins.
Crosshair closes his eyes, laughing quietly. “You owe me 10 credits, Tech. I told you we'd all fit.”
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A • Apprehensive • How apprehensive are they to get into a relationship?
Extremely. Not because he doesn’t want too but because he is actually very satisfied with the life he has now. He has his great group of friends who he sees often outside of work and he really doesn’t need much more interaction outside of that. He doesn’t want the stress of worrying about you while he’s away.
B • Bad Habit • Bad Habit they have when it comes to relationships
This man will look for any reason- any reason at all to jump ship. Once again it not because he doesn’t want to be in a relationship, of course he wants to love someone and be loved, but he’s so scared of you getting hurt because of him that he will nitpick everything you do in the beginning to find an excuse to distance himself. Yet something about you keeps him coming back……..
C • Cuddling
Touching actually comes very naturally to him. It’s his emotions that are a total roadblock. He thinks it’s the easiest way to get his feelings out without having to find a way to get his brain to connect with his mouth. He’s not a fan of PDA but if you grab his hand in public it will make his legs shake. Loves spooning! He gets to wrap his whole body around yours, breath in your scent, and he has access to kiss your shoulders, neck, head. He wraps his whole arm around your waist while the other is placed under your head like a pillow. Please hold his hand in this position. He also likes casual cuddling. You throwing your feet over his lap while on the couch. He always sits with his arm draped over the back of the couch/any where he can, so take the opportunity to nuzzle on in there.
D • Dates
Dates with him are absolutely wonderful. He does an amazing job focusing all his attention on you, making you feel as if you are the only person he has ever laid eyes on. Dates with him are always pretty simple. Dinner, or maybe a movie, maybe a day trip to a museum or maybe just a walk around a park if the weathers nice.
E • Emotions • How do they handle your emotions?
When you’re happy- he’s happy. When you’re sad he does everything he can to make it stop. He’s extremely fix-it oriented and may not understand that you just want a shoulder to cry on. Anger is a hard one for him because he doesn’t get too angry often. He comes across like he does but it really takes a lot for him to get heated. Anger always makes him uncomfortable too. He’s worried that he’ll somehow become an outlet for you anger. Because of this he tries to dismiss it in hopes you’ll move on but a lot of times this just makes you feel invalidate. Once he realizes that you just want someone to vent to and tell you it’ll all work out he’s there for you 100%.
F • fun level • how fun are they as partners?
This completely depends on your personal idea of fun. If your idea of fun is going out and staying out till two in the morning then he’s not your guy. But if your idea of fun is sitting out on the patio with a drink swapping banter and people watching then he’s your guy. He unknowingly makes typically boring things like cleaning, or waiting in line enjoyable with out of pocket comments. He’s a city boy and has a pretty good idea of all the true gems hidden around.
G • Games • do they play games with your heart?
Absolutely not. He basically got into this relationship unwillingly so if he’s in it- he’s in it. Extremely loyal. He saw what his mom went through and would never ever put someone through that. He’s not the type to flirt with other people just to get you jealous. Trust is a huge thing with him. If he can’t trust you- or if he senses you don’t trust him, it’s not gonna work babe.
H • Hot damn • what are they attracted too physically?
He’s a total sucker for rosy cheeks. He adores a healthy red glow. He’s also incredibly observant. If something about you catches his eye he’s going to just stare at you with no shame to see if he can get an idea of who you are. Edward Cullen vibes. Do you hold your head up high? Do you make eye contact with others? Do you curl in on yourself? He finds loads of people attractive- but he really needs to get to know you before he is attracted to you.
I • indescribable • what do they have the hardest time opening up about?
He opens up about his childhood in a slow- but not excruciating pace. It seems like everyone has some sort of childhood trauma so he doesn’t feel too frowned upon. He will absolutely never open up to you about his work though. You will of course meet the people he works with outside of work, hear a few funny stories, but he will never tell you how good he actually is at his job. He probably won’t even mention Ghost to you unless someone slips up and calls him that. Even then he’s extremely vague. He doesn’t want you associated with that at all. He keeps all of his masks and uniforms locked up in storage unit until he gets deployed.
J • Jealousy
He’s a fairly confident guy, so no he doesn’t get jealous. If you are actively trying to make him jealous to get a rise out of him than that’s a major turn off to him. He thinks it’s childish and honestly downright mean to make your partner feel that way. It’s rare when you feel jealous. He’s a handsome hunk of man so he gets hit on every once in a while. He makes it very obvious he’s in a relationship though. Wether that be flashing his wedding band, gesturing to you, or just downright saying he’s not interested. He hopes that by doing all this it eases your mind while he’s away. He knows it hard not knowing what he’s up to for weeks at a time and it would be easy to let your mind wander, especially when his so flippant and vague about his time away from you. Like stated above he is very big on trust and he really never gives you a reason to not trust him.
K • Kids • Do they want kids?
This might be controversial, but no. He’s doesn’t want kids. Kids stress him out and honestly bring up a lot of trauma for him. He has a lot of good qualities for parenthood. He reliable, protective, understanding, but he also has a lot of emotional problems that he will be working through for the rest of his life. He is gone at least 5-6 months out of the year, and he doesn’t think it’s fair to leave the child rearing up to you. Why would he want to bring a life into this world when it’ll be so hard for him to be there for it? Plus when he’s home he wants to relax- he wants to be with you. He’s very open about this at the beginning of your relationship so you aren’t blindsided.
L • Love • How fast do they say ‘I Love You’?
When you are both old and white haired you’ll probably be able to count on one hand the amount of times he has said I Love You. He’s not big on words. Anyone can talk. He likes to show. Also when he does say those words it’s so special because you know that he is literally overflowing with the feeling.
M • Money
He makes great money (as he should) so he isn’t cheap. He’s a practical spender though. He would much rather spend his money on remodeling the kitchen than go on a vacation. He has absolutely no problem paying for your dates, but if you wanted to pay every now and then it wouldn’t hurt his ego. You could absolutely rely on him to help you out financially if you ever needed it. Your car broke down and you can’t afford to fix it? He’s got you. If you hate your job and decide you want to stay at home or switch careers, he’s got you there too. If you make more than him it honestly doesn’t bother him. Surprisingly his guilty pleasure is clothes. The man owns fifty different tops all in black. T shirts, hoodies, sweaters. The only color he has in his closet are his white button ups. He also has a soft spot for jeans. He’s very picky about his jeans but once he finds a pair he likes he gets ten pairs of them.
N • No • Biggest turn offs
He absolutely hates over sharing right off the bat. Like on your first date you tell him every horrible thing that has happened to you- he’s running. If there is something he absolutely needs to know then it’s okay (he thinks?). He also hates people who aren’t self aware. People who will judge others for something they themselves blatantly do.
O • Over and Out• How he’d break up with you
He’d do it right before he got shipped off. If you two had just started going together he probably would just ‘ghost��� you and you’d think he fell off the face of the earth. But if you two had been going for a while it would complicate things for him. He’s torn between leaving you a half assed phone call or breaking up with you to your face. While you’re at work/out of the house he’d pick up the things he had at your place leaving a very cliche ‘not you but me’ not on your kitchen counter. Maybe when he got back he’d answer you phone calls and meet you for coffee- but it’s very unlikely.
P • Protective vs Possessive
He’s a unhealthy mixture of both. Some of his protectiveness is quite sweet. He always makes sure to follow the sidewalk rule and walk a little bit behind you. He gives off scary guard dog energy and he makes sure to put it to good use. Someone’s making you uncomfortable. Glare so strong it’ll make your knees buckle. Other times it’s annoying, and it feels almost like he thinks of you as a child. “Careful around the oven.” Duh Simon. You’ll get random calls from his burner phone with him practically begging you to lock the doors and windows over the phone so he can hear it. He has minor OCD. Teaches you simple- yet uncommon self defense techniques and make sure you feel confident using a knife. His possessiveness comes from from his ego and is deeply intertwined with his protectiveness. He firmly believes that no one else can protect you like he can. Which is kinda true. You are his so it’s his job to protect you. This means he’ll probably put up a fight if you want to go somewhere without him, even if it’s just to go grab the mail. He’s no stranger to how horrible people can be- he’s guilty of it himself.
Q • Quick • How quick do they actually fall in love?
It happens at a normal pace. That doesn’t mean he knows it. It takes like five different people to point it out to him before he starts believing their right. All he knows is that he feels bad when he’s away from you and fucking fantastic when he’s with you. He finds that he works harder so mission goes by quicker. He finds that while he’s driving over to your place his cheeks start to burn, only then does he notice he’s been smiling since he’s started the engine. When he does finally admit it, it doesn’t cause him to rush into anything. The two of you may still be friends for a few months before he acts on it. He genuinely enjoys the foreign feeling of butterflies and warmth in his chest. Just let him soak in it.
R • Relationship history
He’s been in a few relationships, about five. He’s never been in love but he has loved someone. That person was there for him during a tough time in his life (his father leaving and his brother trying to get sober) and he was there for them too during their own rough patch. It lasted a little more than a year and they both mutually decided that they would make better friends. Neither of them ever kept in touch. The other relationships would always last about 3-5 months. Mostly something to take his mind off of work when he was home. He enjoyed being with them but it just never worked out.
S • Sentimental
He is sentimental. He still has a soft spot for the outfit you wore on their first date and no matter how old it is he insists that you keep it. He will frequently drive past important places to the two of you. He doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are always so soft as he remembers whatever it was that happened there. He’ll never admit it but if you ever decided to make him a scrapbook/photo album he’d probably cry.
T • Tidy • What’s it like living with him?
He’s honestly a pretty wonderful roommate. It’s been drilled into his head order and routine. He cleans for about 10 minutes every morning, simple things like wipe down the kitchen, dust the living room, throw a load of laundry in. He finds great calmness in repetitive tasks. Clutter makes it hard for him to focus and it seriously makes his skin itch. He does hate vacuuming though so hopefully you’ll take that over for him. He’s also a decent cook, nothing fancy, but they are very much comfort meals. Steak with potatoes, stews, spaghetti, things like that. It’ll take him a while to get use to living with you, but it makes him feel safe. His favorite time of day is when both of you are settling into bed, mumbling things you just remembered about your day, his chin resting on top of your head, just being completely absorbed in you. Moments like these are things he never thought he could- or really deserved to have.
U • Ultimate • the ultimate way to weasel your way into his heart
The quickest way to Simon’s heart is honestly just paying attention to him. You notice when he’s feeling upset and instead of brushing him off as grumpy you take time out of your day to make him feel better. You had a rough day and say the only way it could be better is by him making you a cup of his famous tea- he’s melted. He shows up to a gathering and you show genuine excitement about his presence- might marry you right there. You were out shopping and bought a little something for him because it reminded you of him- someone sedate him. He knows he’s a tough nut to crack so when someone actually puts in the effort to get to know him it always shakes him to his core. You- someone who could have almost anyone- want him?
V • Vacation
His favorite vacations are small two-three day ones. Maybe both of you book a hotel a few towns over and spend the weekend exploring the quaint little town? Traveling takes a lot out of him. It sounds a bit silly given his profession but he isn’t the biggest fan of planes. In his defense he’s know some pilots who should definitely have their license revoked. Since he’s legally dead there are a few hoops to jump through when flying international. (Thankfully Price is the paperwork master) He also isn’t a fan of all the plannnning. Ugh. If you wanted to get him on a real week long vacation the whole thing will have to be a guided tour and he wants to have a buzz for most of it.
W • Wait • how long will they wait to marry you?
About three- four years. Small wedding. He refuses to say vows out loud but will absolutely write some and let you read them after the ceremony. Fighting back tears. He is actually invested in the planning portion of it- especially the cake. Price officiates the wedding and would absolutely walk you down the aisle if you requested. Johnny is best man. Gaz is the flower girl and the DJ. Your reception is fucking amazing (thanks Johnny) and you have the best wedding album ever.
X • eXtra
If you want this man in a pile of mush please for the love of god skim your fingers over his jaw and chin. It’s a sensitive area for him because it’s covered half the time and it’s also a way he self soothes. When he’s stressed or nervous he’ll rub at it and it really does physically calm him. It’s also a great way to get him to sleep or back to sleep on nights he’s struggling.
Y • You • How often does he think about you while he’s away?
With his job he is easily distracted. Nights away from you are hell though. He literally sleeps with one of your shirts. He has it balled up and tucked under his chin and tries his best to imagine it’s your head.
Z • Zzzzz
He likes to go to bed early and wake up early. He naturally runs cold- despite his size- and he needs the room like a meat locker to sleep. Big fluffy comforters are something that he absolutely indulges in. The two do you are pressed together all night to keep warm. He wears socks to sleep- fight him. He also wears a pair of tight boxers (he likes to be compressed) and a loose t shirt. He loves skin to skin contact, if he has a chance of being pressed against you naked you could probably get him to turn the thermostat up to a normal temperature. He doesn’t snore often but when he does it’s growly like a grizzly bear. He is a light sleeper so anytime you move or a loud car goes by he will wake up. It’s never too difficult to fall back asleep though. He does suffer from night terrors. You can tell when his having one because his body heat will rise and he’ll start to twitch in his sleep. At first he was very snippy when you tried to soothe him but that’s just because he was embarrassed. Eventually he comes to crave some of your touches to bring him back down to earth.
Hope you all liked this. If you don’t agree with anything you see here that’s fine too! This took me a ridiculously long time but I throughly enjoyed it. I’m debating on whether I should do Soap or Price next.
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fwiw if you want to introduce more variety to how you draw faces I strongly suggest thinking really hard about noses
noses give you so much information about someone! they're usually one of the first things which define how we think of someone's face (after all - they're by far the feature that takes up most of it).
They change as we age - they take up more of our faces and move away from our mouths. babies almost all have round little tips of noses with no definable bridges, while depending on the type of nose an adult has they may get bonier and sharper or softer and flatter with age. nostrils widen, skin creases, eyes drop back from the bridge. I think often people try to age faces by putting wrinkles around an unchanged nose and it throws stuff off.
They're also a really racialised feature. like there is no one Black Nose or East Asian Nose or Desi Nose or White Nose, obviously, there's huge variation within and across ethnic groups, but there's a lot of overlapping trends in nose shape for different ethnicities and it's often a big contributing factor to people drawing characters of colour that kind of look like palette-swapped white people? like there are so many nose shapes that are super common but because they're relatively uncommon for white people, they're just not the noses people often learn to draw as standard.
but also a diversity of noses says so much about a character, the same way that their build or eye shape or face shape does. like. a long sharp narrow nose in a bony face? a round, slightly flat nose on a face full of smile lines? an upturned, softly rounded nose with freckles and no bridge? a long hooked nose with a curved tip? a crooked, broken nose? a bulbous, reddened nose? noses can imply strength, weakness, innocence, experience, childishness, wisdom, suffering, whatever you want to get out of a character design. don't neglect the nose!!!!
and like. obviously depending on how stylised the art is there's going to be information lost, but that's the thing - there's a real upper limit on how much variation you can put in eyes or mouths or face shape in simpler styles without making it overly realistic, but you can go really nuts on nose shapes! even with just one or two lines or one simple shape you can imply so many different noses by changing little things!
and yet really often I look at people who are trying to broaden variety on faces and they mix up everything except the noses, which stay like a circle or a triangle or a line or whatever their standard noise is, and as a result there's still this sameness to all the faces.
bc eyes and mouths and jawlines are all very well but noses are, in my opinion, the most varied part of the face. I can't think of any two people I know who have the same shape of nose except maybe me and my identical twin.
(and I'm not talking big Vs small, or hooked vs snub vs straight vs flat. really look at people's noses in real life cause there are so many variables)
(some leading questions under the cut)
how big is it? how long from the front? how far away from the face does it sit in profile?
does it have a rounded tip? how round? some people's noses have a profile that's basically a triangle point, some people's are basically a round tip with no visible cartilage above it, and everything in between.
What's going on at the bridge? in profile, is there a clear dip in between the brow and the bridge of the nose, or does the brow come straight down to meet it (or, if you have a kind of striking profile like Hangman Adam Page who looks like an early 2000s DreamWorks character, is your profile one line from brow to the top of your nose)? from the front, is there a clearly defined edge to the bridge of your nose or does it curve out? how much of the space between your eye sockets is nose, on a range from 100% to 0%?
What shape is the top of the nose in profile? Is it a straight line from bridge to tip? does it curve down? does it curve up like a ski slope? does it come to a sharp stop and angle out into a round tip?
does it have sharp edges? does it look bony, with a pronounced ridge? or is it all soft lines? Does it meet the cheek at an angle or at a curve?
does the tip come to a sharp point, or to a curve? does it angle up (so you can see the nostrils from the front), or down (so you can only see the line of the nose)?
how big is the base of the nose compared to the bridge? from the front, does it flare wide across the face at the bottom, or is it almost a straight line down? is it broader higher up the nose?
what are the nostrils doing? how big are they? are they round, or slit-shaped? do they sit behind the tip, with the noise all contained in a single pyramid shape, or do they sit to the sides? do they sit along the face, point forward towards the tip, or point up higher than the tip?
how does the nose interact with the other features? does it dominate the face? is it a tiny wee thing? does it sit over a very long upper lip with a pronounced philtrum, or is it almost touching the mouth? How much of the space between the eyes is taken up by the bridge of the nose? do the eyebrows curve towards the nose, or meet them at a hard angle? if they wear glasses, where on the nose do they sit?
colouration - is it all the same colour, or pinker at the tip or over the bridge? are the insides of the nostrils visible, and are they pale or dark pink? does the top of the nose get more sun - is it darker?
surface details - are there creases at the bridge or around the nostrils and cheeks? are they from scowling (vertical) or laughing (horizontal)? does their nose scrunch up when they smile, or flare when they're angry? is there hair? freckles? piercings? scars or breaks?
like the nose, jaw and brow are the structure around which the rest of the face is built. if you get to a place in your art style where you're comfortable playing around with that then you immediately add so much more diversity and life and verisimilitude to your characters!
also noses are just great. like they're so fun to draw and there are so many different gorgeous noses! I'm so into noses that usually the way I find how I want a character to look is to draw the eyes, draw the nose, then redraw the eyes and build the whole face around the nose.
(this advice is coming from the fact that the most common compliment I get on my art is the diversity and believability of characters and I would say that's like 50-60% in the nose/brow)
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Positive Reinforcement(18+ DRIFTROD)
Fic Tags: DRIFT/RODIMUS, background Dratchrod, pov swapping, Dubious consent(in a comedy of errors sort of way), plug n play, messing with code, miscommunications, accidental voyeurism, overstimulation, cumming yourself stupid, reconditioning in a sexy fun way, oral, shower sex, apology sex
WORD COUNT: 11,600~
Synopsis:
Rodimus isn't the worst captain, but he could certainly be better! Drift believes the solution is as simple as some positive reinforcement in the form of a novelty datapatch.
Non sexual positive reinforcement.
... at least he thinks its not sexual?
Excerpt:
Drift was certain that Rodimus wouldn’t need that big of an adjustment. He just needed a little positive reinforcement! Drift was great at positivity.
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Author's notes: I'm back on my driftrod bullshit. This fic was beta'd and conceptualized with the help of @/combjelli, who i highly recommend you check out for their incredible fics!!!!
THIS FIC IS A COMEDY OF ERRORS. IT HAS ELEMENTS OF DUBIOUS CONSENT BUT ITS MOSTLY JUST STUPID.
Drift knew Rodimus better than most people. He understood incredibly well that Rodimus was stubborn, and often abrasive. Some may have described him as annoying. Drift wouldn’t say anything like that about his amica, not in a million years… but he could understand where they were coming from.
It wasn’t as if Rodimus was unfixable!! He was just… Rodimus… y. He was frequently selfless- when he wasn’t demanding money or stroking his own ego. He was deeply kind- when he wasn’t annoyed or bored. He was incredibly brave- and exceptionally stupid. Every one of Rodimus’ best traits could always be balanced out by one of his worst, but hey, it wasn’t such a bad thing to be balanced! That was very sought after, as far as personality traits went, certainly.
…
Okay so MAYBE, just maybe, Rodimus could use an attitude adjustment. And Drift wasn’t just saying that because Rodimus had paid for something stupid for the Rodpod with his money again… without telling him. Drift was incredibly forgiving, something that small wouldn’t get to him at all.
Rodimus didn’t need a terribly drastic shove or anything, just a little bit of a nudge! Drift had needed an attitude adjustment once too, and it had made him a much better, happier, more even tempered mech. The fact that his attitude adjustment had come from hitting rock bottom and then clawing his way out was neither here nor there. Drift was certain that Rodimus wouldn’t need that big of an adjustment. He just needed a little positive reinforcement! Drift was great at positivity.
It just so happened that Drift had exactly the tool for the job: a topical code patch. He’d picked it up ages ago, from some open air market. He was originally looking for something to play a prank on Ratchet, something that’d make his vocalizer three pitches too high, or make it make animal sounds. He’d actually ended up leaving with a ‘reeducation’ patch, with a programmable code housed inside to offer encouragement for preferred behaviour and discouragement for the alternative.
And so, there it sat on his desk. It was a little square of green plastic with some unobtrusive little adhesive claws around its edge, printed with a crudely drawn happy face on its surface. He’d double(and triple) checked for viruses and found it was clean, and he’d already programmed it. He felt it was pretty user friendly, even. He’d just inputted [if- Make Choices (Type: Efficient, Considerate, Kind, Tactically Sound), Complete Ordered Tasks(in timely manner), Receive Verbal Compliment = Receive Reward] and [if- Make Choices (Type: Inefficient, Selfish, Rude, Unwise), Failure/Refusal to Complete Ordered Tasks(in timely manner), Receive Verbal Reprimand = Receive Punishment]. The little chip had blinked its indicator LEDs that the patch was primed.
Drift drummed his digits on the desk. Okay. Pros and cons. The cons were that the patch was almost certainly not EDA approved, he’d found it at a novelty topical patch stall alongside other such ill advised patches as ‘immediately lose control of your legs’ and ‘gives your optic field a pink flower themed filter’.
The Pros were that Drift was CERTAIN this was what Rodimus needed to change his outlook. Even just a little bit of positive reward for doing the right thing always made Rodimus happy, he just needed a nudge to understand that ‘doing the right thing’ didn’t always mean heroically saving an entire moon from destruction, and sometimes it meant handing in his datapads on time.
Sufficiently convinced of his idea, Drift carefully picked up the patch in its casing and tucked it away into his subspace. He took a deep, relaxing vent, and began to march towards the bridge.
*
It was unsurprising, if disappointing, to find Rodimus on the bridge, not in his seat, but instead fragging around with one of Tailgate’s confiscated hoverboards. All the usual suspects were working at their stations, save Ultra Magnus, who seemed to graciously relax as Drift entered to relieve him of duty.
“Drift! Heyyy, check it out!” Rodimus chirped jovially, waving at him as he steadied himself on the board and attempted a kickflip. Unsurprisingly, the board spun out from under him, catching his pede as he stumbled over himself. He didn’t fall over, surprisingly, but he did stumble a bit, awkwardly snatching up the board and tucking it under his arm. “I meant to do that- anyway! What’s up?”
Drift laughed softly, shaking his helm. Oh Roddy. It was really hard to stay mad at him, though Drift suspected he might be the only bot on board that thought that. “Oh nothing, just, y’know… showing up for my shift.”
“Cool.” Rodimus grinned at him, trotting up closer to him. “Oh, take care Mags!” He called, reaching a servo up to wave as Ultra Magnus vacated the bridge. Drift casually reached into his subspace while the other mech was distracted and popped the topical patch out of its case. By the time Rodimus had turned back to face him, he’d tucked the patch claw side up in his palm and hid his servo behind his back.
Drift smiled warmly at him. “Anything of note happen while I was off shift?” He asked.
Rodimus scratched at his jaw, brow furrowing a bit in thought. “Uhhhh…. Not that I can think of- Oh! Right, yeah, we’re approaching an asteroid field in a couple hours!” Rodimus lit up as he remembered, slinging an arm around Drift’s back. “So I was thinking…”
Drift brought his servo up carefully underneath Rodimus’ spoiler, waiting for the exact right moment. “Uhuh?”
“You… me… Meteor surfing.” Rodimus paused for effect, grin broadening out as if it were the best idea he’d ever had. “Whaddaya think!?”
Drift decisively pressed the topical patch down onto Rodimus’ plating, crossing the digits on his other servo in a silent prayer that it wasn’t a dud. “Hmmm…” Drift thought for a moment, a bloom of guilt in his chassis as he grimaced. “Don’t uh… don’t you think it's a bit dangerous?”
“What, meteor surfing?” Rodimus cocked his head in confusion. “We’ve done it before like a million times, what’s so dangerous about meteor surfing?”
Drift sighed. “For the ship?”
Rodimus rolled his optics, releasing Drift from his friendly side hug and waving a dismissive servo at him. “Pfft, whatever, it’s handled worse than a couple- Ah-!” Rodimus jolted suddenly, then froze.
Slag. Drift played it cool, folding his arms over his chassis casually and offering Rodimus an inquisitive, yet not knowing look.
“... What was that?” Rodimus mumbled, almost to himself before turning to look Driftin the optics. “Did you say something?”
Drift clamped down on his own field. “Hm?” He hummed in blithe concern.
“... Drift?” Rodimus urged, brow furrowing.
“What’s wrong?” Drift cocked his head at him and offered a patient smile. He watched Rodimus fumble for words, opening and closing his intake. He failed to surpass the wall of boring, conversational politeness Drift had thrown up at him, opting to shake his helm and sigh. Nice, crisis averted.
“... I’m gonna sit down now.” Rodimus decided, narrowing his eyes briefly at Drift before turning and doing exactly that.
“Good idea, Captain.” Drift smiled, shuffling a little closer to the captain’s chair. He noted Rodimus’ sudden shudder at his words, once again flicking his optics to stare confusedly at his SIC. Drift kept up his polite smile and stood jovially next to the chair, offering Rodimus a little nod as he finally settled into his seat.
Rodimus shook his head again, letting out a disappointed breath and settling in.
Drift allowed himself a pang of pride. He was sure in an hour or so, Rodimus would be happily agreeing to change the ship’s course out of harm’s way.
*
Rodimus was… mostly certain he wasn’t going crazy. It must have been Drift that was, though. He still couldn’t believe that his amica wasn’t up for meteor surfing. That was like Drift’s… fifth favourite thing! Right after Ratchet, and Him, and Swords, and Spiritualism. It was disappointing, sure, but Drift had been painfully responsible lately, so he guessed this had something to do with that.
Harder to rationalize in his processor was the fact he swore that Drift had shocked him a few klicks ago. He also swore Drift had said something like ‘So close! Try again, Rodimus’ when he’d done it too, which was really fragging weird. He hadn’t acknowledged it when pressed.
Weirder still was when he’d, first, complimented him on his idea to sit down, and then, apparently said ‘Nice Going! Keep it up!’. For some reason, him saying that had made Rodimus suddenly warm and fuzzy for a second. He’d, again, looked at drift, trying to show his confusion, and gotten nothing back.
So Rodimus wasn’t sure if it was him going insane, or if it was Drift. He settled into his seat, wriggling to get comfortable and leaning back against the back of the seat. The sea of stars and planets stretched ahead of them. The infinite beauty of open space was getting old to look at with no giant rocks flying past. He allowed himself a giddy smile at the thought of meteor surfing. Drift hadn’t been up for the idea, but Rodimus was sure he’d be able to convince him before they made it to the asteroid field.
He was beginning to zone out into his fantasies of meteor surfing when, again, he felt a sudden bolt of pain zap into his frame, lighting up his tactile sensors all at once for the briefest of moments. He glanced around when again, he heard Drift speak.
[A good captain pays attention!]
Rodimus blinked. He was certain that voice had come from Drift, but it sounded even more like it was inside of his processor. Had he really lost it? Was Drift astral projecting into his brain? No. That didn’t sound right. Rodimus chanced one more glance at Drift. His amica was apparently busy gazing out the observation window at the stars.
Rodimus sighed a bit and leaned back even more into his chair. He leaned his chin into his servo, pensively squinting out the observation window. If he REALLY looked he could just barely see the beginnings of the asteroid field coming into view, or at least, he could see the planet it was surrounding.
Rodimus bounced his leg impatiently. He checked his chronometer and cursed internally. He still had like 2 thirds of his shift left. He was sure even if Drift didn’t want to come, he wouldn’t mind… say… keeping an eye on things while he did some light meteor surfing. He usually didn’t have problems with that anyway.
He reset his vocalizer, turning casually to Drift to ask him. “Say, Drift-?” Rodimus only got 2 words deep into his request when he felt another buzz of electricity jolt through his frame. He grit his teeth, biting back a yelp of pain.
[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]
“Hm?” Drift hummed, turning to face his amica with a patient smile.
“... Uh…” Rodimus started, manually resetting his optics as he tried to process what the hell was going on. “... You um… You really didn’t feel like meteor surfing?” Rodimus tried, bracing himself for another shock.
Drift seemed to think for a moment, his brow ridges coming together sympathetically. “Oh… Listen, you know I love meteor surfing with you… but it’s just a little irresponsible to do it at the risk of damaging the ship, don’t you think?”
Rodimus couldn’t fully tell, but it seemed like Drift was taking a tone with him. It wasn’t exactly mean, but it sounded kind of… chiding. It reminded Rodimus of being taught something. The thought made his plating itch. “... Um… We could go under the field by a bit, and then you and I could-” Rodimus started. He tensed, his digits tightening around the arm of the captain’s chair as another shock hit.
[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]
Rodimus grit his dentas. “I mean, maybe… We could wait to go… meteor surfing… somewhere safer?” Rodimus ground out. His optics flickered a bit as a wash of tingling pleasure came over his frame. He covered up the weak sigh of enjoyment he gave with a cough.
[Very good! Keep it up!]
Drift beamed at him, tilting his head fondly. “I think that sounds like a great plan, Roddy.”
Rodimus’ body lit up again, a shudder running up from his pedes to the tips of his finials. He made an active effort to keep his vocalizer from producing any undignified noises, clamping his intake shut tightly and readjusting himself in his seat.
[Nice one! Good job, Rodimus!]
“Pff- yeah… ‘course it is. I’m chock full of great plans.” Rodimus scoffed, a confident smirk tugging at his dermas.
The two of them once again settled into comfortable quiet for a moment. It… did feel nice for Drift to agree with him on his plans. He wasn’t sure if his code was glitching and making him extra moral today or something, but he wasn’t about to mention it. It’d just mean he would get that concerned look from Drift that he always did and an undeniable demand to go see Ratchet in the medbay. As embarrassing and weird as it was, it wasn’t worth the trouble to deal with.
Drift cleared his vocalizer after a few klicks. “... So, the course change?” He prompted.
Oh yeah. Rodimus reset his vocalizer to catch the navigator’s attention. “Hey, can you adjust the ship’s course out of the asteroid field’s path?” Rodimus felt that shudder wash over him again, a little stronger this time, warming him from his tanks outwards. He, again, covered the little pleasured noise with a cough. Distantly, he worried if it was convincing enough.
[Great choice, Rodimus!]
“... Of course, captain.” The navigator said slowly, seeming a little bewildered by the request.
Rodimus nodded a little. His intake felt dry. Was it warmer on the bridge than usual? “Uhm- In fact, uh… Could you tell me the ship’s current heading again? I’d like to know if,” He glanced at Drift briefly, trying to note if there were any movements to indicate if he was responsible for these untoward feelings. “... if there are any other… obstacles we should be worried about…”
Not so much as a twitch from the other bot as another sizzling wave of pleasure came over his frame.
[Very good, Rodimus!]
Rodimus could feel his panels starting to heat up. He crossed his legs quickly.
“Absolutely, sir! So, from our current course, it looks like we should be relatively safe, aside from the asteroid field. If we adjust the trajectory by-”
Rodimus had zoned out, but nodded along pleasantly. He pawed around his processor. There had to be some code out of place, maybe he really should go see Ratchet.
Rodimus swallowed dryly. Well… it wasn’t so bad… It was weird and kind of embarrassing but…
“Alright then, yes, let's adjust our trajectory to take us…” Rodimus thought for a moment, before pointing at the star map display ahead of them. “Between those two planets there. You said they were uninhabited right?”
“That’s right, sir.”
“Okay, then through there it is.” Rodimus concluded. He bit down on his own glossa as another hot wave rolled over him. He dismissed the prompt to open his panels and leaned back, a little stiffer than usual.
[Great work, Rodimus!]
Drift laid a gentle servo on his shoulder pauldron. Rodimus absently reached up to brush his digits against it, blinking a bit before turning to look at his amica. The affectionate, proud smile on his face made Rodimus’ tanks feel funny.
Rodimus smiled back, trying to keep the strain out of his field as he did.
*
This had to be the best 15 shanix Drift had ever spent. He could count on both servos the amount of times Rodimus had been this work oriented! And with such wise choices. He didn’t want to seem braggy, but Drift believed he’d earned a pat on the back.
“And so- Uhuh… and no other transmissions?” Rodimus muttered, hanging over Blaster’s shoulder as he looked over the datapad he had provided.
Drift beamed to himself, readjusting his servos to rest on his sword’s scabbards. This was such a good idea. Rodimus nodded, patting Blaster on the shoulder and muttering a quick, “Keep up the good work!” before turning on his heel strut and awkwardly marching back towards the captain’s seat.
Drift opened his mouth to offer Rodimus a compliment as he passed, however- The expression on Rodimus’ face was… strained. Tense, but a little absent. His optics darted about his amica’s frame, taking in quick details as he approached. His plating was slick with coolant in places, his movement jerky and unfocused, and his optics flickering.
“Roddy-?” Drift began, cocking his head with concern as he shifted closer.
“Wuh?” Rodimus turned to look at him, leaning a little too heavily against the arm of the captain’s chair and casually crossing one leg over the other.
“... Are you feeling alright?” Drift asked. He was trying very hard not to let his processor run, which felt impossible considering the apparent distress Rodimus was under. He monitored his own venting, making sure they didn’t kick on too fiercely at the thought that Rodimus was unwell. He had to remain cool, especially in a situation where he might have to act.
Rodimus’ field clamped back. Not a good sign. He made a face, optics going a little wide and tracing along a very interesting bit of wall geometry conveniently over Drift’s shoulder. He chewed at the inside of his cheek for a moment before popping his intake open with a click. “... Yeah!” he said unconvincingly, straightening up stiffly and putting his servos on his hips. “Never better, why?”
“Oh- just asking.” Drift shrugged a bit, trying to seem unconcerned. It felt impossible. He cleared his vocalizer a bit, rocking on his heels. He could feel the anxious energy crackling in his frame. He tried for a compliment as Rodimus shifted to sit down. “You’ve been doing really great today by the way.” He offered a warm little smile.
Drift felt himself tense up as Rodimus’ optics dimmed at his words, jaw briefly going tight and frame quivering for a moment. He half slipped and half sat down into the captain’s chair, seemingly taking a second to compose himself. Drift could’ve sworn he heard Rodimus’ fans click on for a moment before being manually turned off. “Nnnmmh-! That’s nice of you to say!” Rodimus replied, voice choked in his throat as his digits gripped the arms of the chair.
Drift’s servo went tight on the edge of his scabbard. He fought for something to say. It was beginning to dawn on him that the correlation between Rodimus’ strange- if not unwelcome- change in behaviour and his odd twitching and sweating and vocal tics may become incredibly obvious to the rest of the bridge. It also was occurring to him that there were several steps in his plan that could have been more thorough, i.e. getting any more specific information on the patch from the seller before slapping it onto his best friend and partner.
Drift wracked his processor for anything he could remember about processor viruses being passed through patches. It was obviously common, painfully common, stupidly common, but nothing in Drift’s antivirals had pinged when he’d scanned the patch, nor had any malicious lines of code come back. Was he just not thorough enough?
His optics darted back to Rodimus. The look he had was familiar, but Drift couldn’t place it. He was leaning almost languidly back in the seat, one of his servos cupped pensively over his chin and lips. His pose portrayed a feigned pensiveness, but the knit of his brow was too light for that, the look in his optics too vacant. Strangest of all, Rodimus was entirely still.
Drift swallowed. “... Rodimus?”
“Mmmm?” Rodimus hummed, suddenly jolting again before sitting up fully and folding his hands in his lap. “What’s up?” He added.
Drift fought for the right words again. “... You’re sure you’re okay?”
Rodimus frowned, rolling his optics. “I’m peachy, Drift-” He began, almost imperceptibly tensing before cracking a jovial, but forced smile. “I uh- appreciate the concern but… I’m just feeling…” He seemed to be tiptoeing, staying careful as if he were talking down an armed combatant. “... very… helpful! Today!” He nodded, as if also convincing himself.
Drift’s brow furrowed deeper, grinding his dentas with stress. If that didn’t confirm it was the patch doing this, he didn’t know what could. He wished the floor would open up and swallow him for being such a careless friend, putting something so dangerous on his amica. Drift glanced around, surveying if anyone present was listening. He winced. Half the bridge were stealing glances at them, clearly befuddled by Rodimus’ sudden change in leadership style.
Drift leaned down a bit, trying not to feel awful when Rodimus flinched back a bit. He opened his intake, about to speak when Rodimus quickly held up a digit, optics going glassy as he seemingly read a ping in his processor.
He watched Rodimus bite down an annoyed groan. It was endearing to see his vocalizer rumble a little in his throat cabling. “Listen, Its-” Rodimus measured his words again, “It’s really… conscientious of you… to be so concerned… but! I promise I’m just fine. Now, Ultra Magnus left some datawork in my office that I have to go finish.” Rodimus said, voice soured with false pep.
“Oh- Yeah-!” Drift nodded, leaning back and clearing his vocalizer again. “Do you want me to keep an eye on things while you do that?”
Rodimus paused as he stood up, a look of panic briefly appearing before washing away under another wave of fake polite contentment. “Oh- uh- if you- If that’s not um-” He babbled, his frame tightening again. This time, a brief lick of excess charge arced between Rodimus’ lips. Drift felt his face flush a bit. “I- think. That would be… a really good idea.” He seemed to tense again, his smile looking more like bared teeth as he grit the words out.
Rodimus began to shuffle across the bridge, almost exaggerating his stride as he made his way to his office. Drift watched the door slide closed behind him and turned his attention back through the windshield of the ship. Anxiety was eating him alive at this point. He tried his absolute hardest not to let the guilt consume him before he found a solution, so he worried his lip between his dentas a bit and took a deep, calming vent, before composing his message.
[D: Hey, honey. So, hypothetically speaking, what are the chances of a topical datapatch having an as of yet unknown virus on it that can go undetected by an up to date antiviral scan?]
Drift fidgeted for a moment, before adding:
[D: And does the answer change if the datapatch cost 15 shanix?]
He let out a long sigh, attempting to cool his spiraling processor and offlining his optics. He assured himself that even though he’d made a mistake, there was nothing that Ratchet couldn’t fix, medically speaking. He allowed himself to settle into a bit of a meditative state, drawing in a calming vent.
[R: What the frag did you do?]
*
Okay, Rodimus was now PRETTY sure…. He knew what was going on. He wasn’t sure why, or exactly how, but somehow, Drift was behind this. He was just way more complimentary than normal, and considering that apparently, somehow, compliments from Drift- or anyone, so it seemed- made him feel aroused, he was pretty sure this was just some kinky sex thing Drift had wanted to try but been too shy to warn him about. Under most circumstances, Rodimus might have thought that was a bad thing, communication was important in a relationship, even if Drift could be cagier than a zoo sometimes.
Under the current circumstances, his lust-addled brain believed it was actually a very very good, very very sexy thing. He could probably do without his array being stimulated in response to doing his job, but he figured it was some part of an elaborate roleplay he would be let in on soon.
Rodimus let his mind wander, an indulgent smirk stretching across his face as he considered all the sexy ways Drift would likely be messing with him once he told him what was up.
Another shock jerked through his frame, stronger this time, making Rodimus’ leg kick up involuntarily. Rodimus hissed as he banged his knee on the underside of his desk, gripping the dented spot and putting his forehelm down on the desk for a moment to groan in anger.
[Don’t lose focus on your work, Rodimus!] Drift’s voice chirped jovially in his processor. Rodimus felt curse words bubbling up in his vocalizer, opening his intake to let some free when he received another shock before the first syllables escaped.
[A good captain is polite to his crew!]
“There’s no crew in here!!” Rodimus hissed out to himself, sitting back up and snatching the datapad he was working on off the table.
Okay, so there were some parts of this whole arrangement that were distinctly unsexy, but he figured when his shift was over he could bother Drift about how lame the premise of his fantasy was. For now, the win conditions seemed pretty simple: pretend to care about his job-
ZAP[So close! Try again, Rodimus!]
… Do his job well for a whole shift, get rewarded when he’s good, get zapped when he’s bad.
It was just difficult to judge what Drift- and by extension, the program that had wormed its way into his processor- considered good and bad behaviour. So far he had worked out that getting complimented was a guarantee at a reward, as was… sadly… doing his actual job in a more ‘responsible’ and ‘efficient’ way. Rodimus idly tapped at the datapad, doing his best(ish) to focus on the glyphs in front of him as he perused the form. He was pretty sure it was a request from Ultra Magnus that he’d slipped into his datawork, something about an added rule to the ship surrounding the proper conduct of bringing new scientific specimens on board. Rodimus was frankly disinterested. He could feel his array urging him to slack a bit and tend to it. Rodimus already knew what doing so would earn him though.
He signed off on the form, checking a solid ‘No’ for the approval of the rule before setting the datapad aside. Rodimus allowed himself an indulgent little moan at the tingling feeling that washed over his frame. His visual field went rimmed with static for a moment. The arousal clung to his frame, sticky and hot in his tanks as he swallowed the drool in his salivating intake.
[Great work, Rodimus! Reward strength increased by 20%! Let’s do another!]
Rodimus rocked himself in his seat. He could feel his valve attempt to cycle down, nothing there to squeeze as it helplessly lubricated itself further. Rodimus reached for another datapad and began to scroll through it. Ah, another beautiful form for… something. Release form? Rodimus squinted at it. Boy, it was getting hard to focus. He pressed his thighs together around his panels and rocked a little harder. His optics flickered. He could feel his mesh pressing up against the heated metal of his modesty panels, slick enough to offer little friction. It was maddening.
ZAP![Don’t lose focus on your work, Rodimus!]
Right, yes. Rodimus needed to work. He looked back at the datapad, grinding his dentas together as he swallowed the whimper of pain that came with the shock. His spoiler was quivering against his will, having spasmed from the jolt.
It looked like um…. Uh… it looked like it was supposed to be some… form for… time off? OH! A time off request! Rodimus scrolled through it to look for the designation of who had asked. He raised his brows in surprise when he realized it was Ultra Magnus again. He smirked to himself as he approved it and sent it off. How nice of him it was, to give the big guy a break-
[Great job, Rodimus!]
Rodimus huffed out steam, curling over the datapad and gritting his dentas as another shiver ran up his back strut. He was doing really great. Maybe this was the real reward for being selfless. He decided that probably wasn’t a very altruistic way of looking at things, but then also decided that in the context of whatever weird kink scene Drift was running for him, it didn’t really matter.
He leaned his cheek against the top of his desk and let his optics go offline. Rodimus tried to remember how many datapads he’d completed before getting distracted- he thought it was 7, which was a new record for him- and tried to weigh that number against how much he wanted to take a break to… take care of business. He nibbled at his lip quietly, letting one of his servos slip down between his thighs.
ZAP![That can wait until after your shift! Keep up the good work!]
Rodimus whimpered. It was an undignified little noise, one he couldn’t help as pain skittered over his plating. He shakily reached out to the pile of other datapads and began to scroll through. He could feel that almost ASMR like tingle of a code rooting around his processor. That probably wasn’t a good sign, but again, if this was Drift’s doing, as he suspected it was, he would be perfectly fine.
[More motivation needed?] [Accept] [Deny]
Rodimus considered the prompt, shivering again at the way they rang in Drift’s voice.
[Acceptance Confirmed!]
Rodimus choked down a groan as his sensors lit up again, to a low, thrumming degree. It wasn’t anything too terribly intense, but it was constant now, rather than the quick rolling pulses from before. He ground his dentas together, his vocalizer clicking and whining with static.
[Let’s do another datapad!]
Rodimus obeyed, returning his focus to the datapad and beginning to read. His processor felt slowed slightly by the sensation rolling over his frame, but he remained determined. It was uh… He thought it was another acquisition request. Primus, this was impossible. He swallowed again, trying to keep from drooling. He wasn’t about to ruin this feeling with a shock- though the shocks did feel less… annoying… than they used to. He managed to parse that it was an acquisition request for new parts for a replacement shuttle. He signed and accepted again.
[Very good, Rodimus! Increasing reward]
The feeling ratcheted up another level and Rodimus let out a delirious little laugh. He rolled his helm back to bump against the back of his chair, relaxing into the seat and letting his legs fall open. He pawed around for the next datapad.
“Hahh… Being helpful rules…” Rodimus mumbled out as he opened the datapad. A brief ripple of stronger sensation rolled over him, reminding him that, yes, being helpful was very good, and he was being a very good bot for being helpful. Rodimus chewed on his lip, trying to clear his vocalizer of the static.
A longer file this time. He tried not to feel too frustrated at it as he scrolled through. Oh, this was another one of those reminders Magnus prepared for him, something about the new intergalactic laws he’d have to remember that they’d picked up since entering this new dimension. Rodimus’ engine snarled a bit in annoyance as he skimmed the glyphs on screen disinterestedly. He found himself muttering aloud about the stupidity of it all before he could stop himself.
ZAP![Try again!]
A thin whine weasled it’s way out of his traitorous vocalizer. The mix of that pain and the continuing pleasure made him feel odd. He didn’t like how good that felt.
Rodimus was in the wrong of course, it was very nice of Ultra Magnus to put together a nice helpful document for him to remember! Everyone wanted the best for him after all, especially Mags. He’d have to thank him the next time he saw him.
Rodimus ground his dentas together. Those thoughts felt wrong in his head, but he needed to think them, he needed to because he was good and helpful and he deserved to feel good. Rodimus dutifully read through the document, reminding himself over and over that he wanted to be good when his attention began to wander. By the time he got to the checkbox to confirm it had been read, he could have cried with joy at a release from the maddening slog. He hit the checkbox and set the datapad aside.
[Good job, Rodimus! Increasing reward]
Rodimus groaned out. It felt like the increase was more intense than last time. He felt his spike attempt to pressurize, bumping against his panels as he held them shut through force of will. He was hanging on by a thread. He reached down between his legs to knead at the sensitive, overheated plating with his palm.
ZAP![You’re still on shift, Rodimus! Let’s finish another datapad!]
Rodimus keened out, pushing his servo harder against his panels. “P-Please-” He wheezed out, as if there were someone to hear him.
ZAP![You’re still on shift, Rodimus! Let’s finish another datapad!]
He could feel his mesh twitching and aching behind his panels. He pulled his hand back with a hiss, biting back a pathetic whine as it came back wet with transfluid. He felt delirious, his processor fogged with static and lust. He nabbed another three datapads and opened one.
It was supposed to be… He thought it was… Rodimus could hardly focus. The feeling had wracked up again briefly to encourage him to look at the datapad, and it had completely shattered whatever minute focus he had pulled together to even look at the pad in the first place. He let out another undignified groan, leaning back and letting his legs fall open wider as he scrolled through the near unintelligible pad. He let the other two rest on his belly and shakily gripped either side of the datapad. He brought it close to his face.
Words whipped past. New… Morale survey…. Less than…. Results… Rodimus fumbled for the approval mark, earning another shock as Drift’s voice curled around his processor. [Be sure to read thoroughly before making decisions!]
“U-uhuh-” Rodimus moaned out, “S-sorryy…” He scrolled back to the top. He managed to gather that it was a memo regarding the results of a crew morale survey and shakily hit the check mark to approve publicly revealing the results.
[Great idea, Rodimus! Keep up the good work! Increasing reward]
Rodimus cried out, unable to stifle his vocalizer as his hips jerked up against his will. His optics rebooted on their own, his visual field full of static and sparks. Embarrassingly, Rodimus felt a spurt of his own transfluid trickle out from under his panels as they quivered. He stared at the next datapad and drooled. It was blessedly short, just a brief memo informing him of the proposed time of their next refuel stop. He confirmed it and braced himself as he shakily went to place it on his desk.
[Very good, Rodimus! Increasing reward]
The datapad clattered to the ground. Rodimus hardly felt his body give out, going completely stiff as his pistons fritzed and tightened. “NNnn-uuhn-!!” Rodimus gasped out, gritting his dentas as hard as he could as his array bloomed in mind numbing pleasure. He opened his mouth again, spitting static as his sensory field was engulfed in intense pleasure.
He swore he almost rebooted when he overloaded then. His frame went tight and stiff, hips jerking and bucking as transfluid poured out around the edges of his panels. His mind felt melted, the pleasure comingling with the mild sting of another chiding shock.
[What a mess, Rodimus! You’ll have to clean that up!]
Rodimus went limp in his seat, engine purring unevenly and chassis shuddering with each vent. The voice was right, it was a mess, or rather he was a mess. He shivered.
[How are you feeling, Rodimus?] [Query: continue?] [accept] [deny]
Rodimus smiled dumbly, sinking to his knees and pawing around his subspace for a cloth.
…
[Accept]
“I-I feel… h-hah…. Helpful…” Rodimus murmured, dutifully beginning to wipe the transfluid off his floor. He felt another swell of pleasure as the strange code began its processes once again. Rodimus twitched, the feeling suddenly more intense than it probably should have been. He moaned, his oversensitive array beginning to swell again.
That was probably fine, right?
*
Drift had slipped away into a maintenance closet after assuring those working on the bridge had things well handled. It was at that point, with a guilty spark, that Drift finally returned the several pings Ratchet had sent him while demanding he call.
Drift cleared his vocalizer, attempting a chipper, confident tone, “Sweetspark! How’s your shift-” He started.
“What did you do, Drift?” Ratchet bit out in complete exasperation. Drift could hear the muffled sounds of the medbay at work outside of Ratchet’s office. He silently thanked whoever would hear him for his conjunx’ privacy, and silently cursed them for how good Ratchet had gotten at seeing through his acts.
“Well-” Drift began. It was like a dam broke. “I got this stupid topical datapatch from a flea market ages ago that said it was something about positive and negative reinforcement- and I figured that Rodimus had been kind of sliding into some bad habits-”
Ratchet snorted, “Sliding into them? Like they weren’t already there.” he quipped, sounding like he was half paying attention. Drift could hear shuffling, as if the medic were looking for something.
“Okay yeah, sure, this is a great time for that attitude, Ratty-” Drift hissed indignantly.
“What did you do with the patch?” Ratchet prompted, glossing over his partner’s offense.
“... I programmed it so Roddy would be rewarded for doing his job well, and punished for doing it badly-?” Drift choked out. He felt terrible, it sounded even worse when he said it out loud. Primus, he was such an idiot.
Ratchet’s beleaguered sigh didn’t help. “Alright, and what does it mean by ‘reward’ and ‘punish’.”
Drift drew a blank. He was a moron, a complete slag for brains. He hadn’t even thought to ask that. “... I don’t know- I figured it would-! I don’t know, set off a dopamine protocol or something, maybe shock him or pinch him or something if he messed up-! LOOK! I don’t know- I messed up- I think I messed up really really bad too-” He had begun to ramble, only cut off as Ratchet hushed him as gently as he possibly could manage.
“Hey, hey, now that’s not going to help anyone, there’s no need to panic. Can you describe what symptoms he’s displaying?” Ratchet asked. Were he not so panicked, Drift might have made a jab about how much better his bedside manner was when it came to him.
“I um… He seems kind of sweaty, maybe a little overheated, but nothing terrible like that… He’s kind of stiff, and he keeps shivering and jumping, like he’s skittish or something?” Drift explained. He worried his lip between his dentas and paced around the confined space restlessly.
Every moment of silence between them felt like hours as Ratchet seemed to be looking something up. “Okay… well that’s pretty… sort of general,” Ratchet mused unhelpfully. “That sounds like it could be a lot of things.”
Drift fought back a strangled, anxious whine. Clearly he hadn’t tried hard enough, considering Ratchet quickly added, “most of which are harmless or easy to fix!” In an attempt to soothe him.
“But- some are… fatal?” Drift mumbled out.
“Drift, it’s probably just a minor bug. If things get worse, you can wrangle him towards the medbay and we’ll get him looked at, alright?” Ratchet huffed out.
Drift let out a weary little sigh, stepping out of the maintenance closet. Rodimus had been in his office for almost two hours at this point. “... I’m just worried about anything powerful enough to convince Rodimus to complete his datawork.” Drift attempted the joke, knowing before it left his lips that it fell flat. Ratchet chuckled anyway.
“If you’re that scared you should check on him.” Ratchet offered.
Drift nodded to himself, despite knowing Ratchet wouldn’t pick the gesture up. “... Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that.” He sighed out, adjusting his posture and trying to casually walk towards Rodimus’ office.
“You know, you could do with doting on him less, Drift.” Ratchet continued, casually holding the conversation as he seemed to be sorting his datapads back in order. Drift opened his mouth to retort, but froze. His digits hovered over the keypad of the door, just shy of activating it.
He tipped his helm to the side, pressing his audial up against the metal as he tried to confirm what he’d thought he’d heard. A shiver ran up his backstrut to the tips of his finials as he caught the sound of a breathless moan from the other side of the door.
Rodimus’ voice was muffled and slurred, vocalizer raw as he babbled something. Drift strained his audials, muting his call with Ratchet to pick up the sounds he was hearing properly.
Drift’s tanks dropped.
“... I- ah… I love… h-helping… D-doing datawork is s-so-OH-Oh s-so helpful… I’m a h-helpful captainnnNNnhhh~!” Rodimus moaned, his noises accented by the sound of a creaking chair.
He dropped the call with Ratchet immediately, impatiently swatting the code into the control pad next to the door. His vents hitched as his odor sensors were bowled over by the scent of coolant and transfluid.
His amica was plastered against the top of the desk, kneeling in his chair as he rocked his hips back and forth. He was clutching a datapad in his shaky servos, a stylus pinched between two digits as he scrolled through it. Datapads littered the floor and desktop. It looked like more had been completed in a few hours than he’d done in the entire last decacycle.
Rodimus’ expression was vacantly content, his faceplate flushed deep with energon and slick with coolant. There was a puddle of oral solvent gathering under his chin where it laid on the desk. His optics were flickering between frighteningly dim and almost white with excess charge.
“Rodimus??” Drift spoke, his intake feeling dry.
Rodimus’ optics turned dimly to him, his smile suddenly faltering as he looked at him. “D-Drift!” He keened out weakly, forcing himself back into a smile. “D-didjou need somethin’?” he slurred out.
Drift slammed his palm on the door’s close button and rushed around the side of his desk. He could hear his energon rushing in his audials. It was worse than he thought. There was almost a puddle of transfluid under Rodimus’ desk, his panels popped lewdly open and drenched with excess fluid. Guilt roiled in Drift’s tanks. Of course it couldn’t have just been a simple overheating error. Of course it had to have completely fried Rodimus’ processor. Whenever it rained for Drift it poured, it would only make sense that the thing he’d tried to do to help his amica left him a steaming, drooling mess. He’d be lucky to get Rodimus back to the medbay before he melted, from the state of him, let alone get him properly fixed up.
“Roddy- Oh primus-!” Drift whimpered out, rushing to his side and gently taking his arm. Rodimus was hot to the touch, steam rising from his vents and lips as he clumsily reached a servo down between his legs to try and force his array back behind his panels. He jolted and twitched, letting out something that sounded dangerously close to a sob. “I am so sorry-!” Drift’s hands fumbled, slinging Rodimus’ arm over his shoulders and hauling him up off the chair.
Rodimus groaned in distress as the datapad he was working on tumbled out of his digits. “W-wait- H-hey-!” He panted out, weakly fighting against Drift’s hold. “‘M fine, I gotta- hahhnnn, f-frag- Drift, I got d-datapads to-” He felt Rodimus go tense, letting out a long, staticky whine.
Drift began to haul Rodimus towards the door, ignoring his protests as he shuffled him out into the hallway. He kept tensing and shivering, gritting his dentas as he tried to hold in those horribly undignified, horribly distracting noises. “I’m gonna get you to medbay, alright, just hold on for me, Roddy.” Drift ordered, allowing his guilt to wash off his back for a moment. He had a mission now.
“O-Okayyyy…” Rodimus huffed amenably, shakily wobbling over Drift’s side.
“Good mech, I’ll-” Drift started, cut off again as Rodimus’ knee joints gave out and he fell heavily against his side.
“A-ahah- ouuh f-frag-” Rodimus hissed, his free servo coming down to press against his now closed and oozing panels. A glob of transfluid drizzled off of his thigh and splattered on the floor.
Drift grit his dentas and reached down, deftly hauling Rodimus up into his arms. This would be faster anyway. He began to jog down the hallway, Rodimus dangling from his arms and shivering. He rolled his helm to lay against Drift’s chest, letting out a breathless whine against his plating. “Just hold on, just keep venting for me, okay?” Drift’s voice was a clipped order, not wanting to risk his words getting away from him as he ran down the hallways.
Rodimus’ chassis shook, his shoulder vents heaving and expelling steam with each breath. “O-oh primus- D-drift- This- ah- T-this is- nn-NNnGHAH!” He cried out, suddenly going tense in Drift’s arms.
“What is it-!?” Drift asked, not looking down. He couldn’t let anything distract him from getting Rodimus to the medbay before he had a full system meltdown. His question was answered when he felt a splatter of wetness hit his arm where he had cradled his amica’s thighs. Drift fought to keep his fuel pump from stopping as Rodimus moaned wantonly and gushed from his panels, leaving a splatter against the floor and Drift’s arm. Focus, focus, his partner was in distress, there was no time to think of anything else, least of all being horny over his sick amica.
He skidded around a corner, judging the quickest route to the medbay and nearly falling down a flight of stairs in his trek towards it. Rodimus couldn’t stop shaking, his vocalizer dissolved into weak clicking static and whines. He dug his digits into Drift’s plating, his hips bucking and rolling as he rode out his overload. His whole frame was sticky with coolant and transfluid, overheated so much that Drift was surprised all the fluids weren’t evaporating as quickly as they appeared.
Doors, decks, lifts, and hallways were a blur. He hardly gave any mind to the bots he passed, or the fact Rodimus was leaving a trail of transfluid through the decks. He knew when he was lucid, if he was ever lucid again, Rodimus would probably be mortified. It was easier not to think about it. He hoped he was going fast enough that the crew didn’t pay him much mind.
Drift skidded on his heel struts as he overshot the entrance of the medbay, scrambling in through the doorway. “RATCHET!” He shouted, rushing for his conjunx’ office.
Drift nearly bowled the other bot over as he shot into the room, disregarding Ratchet’s protests as he rolled Rodimus out of his arms and onto the rarely used medical slab.
“Slagging pit, Drift, what’s gotten into-” Ratchet started. He had already begun to approach the slab, his intake clamping shut as he surveyed Rodimus’ frame. The aforementioned mech seemed unaware of his own plight, his optics flickering blankly at the ceiling as he moved his intake as if to form words, even though nothing escaped his vocalizer but squealing static and unintelligible moans. Ratchet silently wheeled his desk chair over to the side of the slab and began to examine him.
Drift kept his own vents as even as he could, offlining his optics and attempting to relax himself. Things would be fine, Rodimus was in good hands, and it wouldn’t be long before everything was back to normal.
“Stop pacing, it’s distracting.” Ratchet chided, not even looking at him as he began to scan the indisposed captain. He was incredibly focused when he got working, regarding Rodimus with a look like he was a crossword puzzle he was trying to solve.
Drift ignored how handsome that look was on him. He went still, leaning back against Ratchet’s desk and eyeing Rodimus’ prone frame. He felt sick with guilt, now that his job was done and all he could do was wait, he felt the bitter cold of shame washing in. How could he have been so careless? How could he have been so cruel? To think he knew what was best for him-
Ratchet paused, going still for a moment before sighing and leaning back in his chair. Drift looked at him hopefully, then fearfully as he pinched the bridge of his nose and dragged his hand down his face. “Drift.”
“Is it worse than we thought?” Drift mumbled, half shell shocked at the very concept.
“... Can you recall… the name of the stall… you bought this patch from?” Ratchet said evenly. It was clearly an effort on his part to hold back a note of annoyance.
“I-I don’t know- It was just a novelty datapatch stand, somewhere in an open market in a port town I think?” Drift supplied readily. Would that really help? He certainly hoped so. He turned his attention back to Rodimus, watching him wriggle restlessly against the slab. “... He’s not fried, is he?”
“No, no he is not.” Ratchet laced his fingers, putting on a sarcastically pleasant look and turning to smile icily at his conjunx. “Tell me, Drift, what do you imagine the potential uses for a patch like this to be?”
Drift cocked his head, befuddled. He supposed he hadn’t really thought about it, beyond what he planned to use it for. He opened and closed his intake, searching for something to say. “I… I guess maybe to… teach… new recruits…?”
“To teach new recruits?” Ratchet repeated, his tone saccharine and condescending. “So it’s a military training patch, do you think?” He turned to Rodimus for a moment. “Mind rolling over for me, cap?”
Rodimus let out a weak, slow groan and did as he was told. His whole frame shuddered again, his joints tensing and twitching as another glob of transfluid squirted out from the seams in his panels. He drooled against the slab, mumbling a garbled “Y-y’r such a g-great doctor, Ratchhh~” before going back to panting and whimpering.
“Thanks, kid. Now, Drift.” Ratchet reached out, manhandling Rodimus’ spoiler and eliciting another animalistic moan from the prone mech. He lifted the spoiler out of the way, disregarding Rodimus’ babbling as he continued to paint the slab pink. Ratchet pointed at the patch. “Do you wanna tell me which species marks its military patches with a smiley face?”
Drift’s optic twitched a bit. He bristled, tilting his head at his conjunx. How could he be messing around at a time like this, Rodimus was in distress and he was- the nerve! “I-I don’t know- Clearly you’ve figured it out, can you just get to the point!?” Drift snapped.
“It’s a BDSM patch, slaghead!!” Ratchet barked back, dropping the pretenses of politeness as he threw his servos in the air. “It’s fragging clogged with interfacing codes and pleasure center triggers, and- AND- If I'm right, which I’m pretty sure I am, I think you bought this from the interfacing section of whatever patch store you got it from!”
Drift’s intake snapped shut. Heat rolled over his frame, mingling with the guilt in his spark in a sickening tango. He buried his face in his hands. It was already terrible when he thought he’d infected Rodimus with a virus, now he’d possibly infected Rodimus with a virus and made him horny while he did it.
“He’s fine, Drift, he’s just…” Ratchet threw a look over his shoulder at Rodimus, who at this point was rolling his hips against the medical slab as he gurgled his own drool. “... overheated a little. I don’t think I’ve seen anyone this cycled up in a while…” He trailed off, pausing for a moment before snorting out a laugh.
“What-! What’s funny about this- this is awful!” Drift wailed. Embarrassment had taken to the dancefloor in his spark too, now. His faceplate burned.
“He got off this much on doing his job… Primus…” Ratchet snickered, shaking his head before shifting around to fully face Rodimus again. “Alright, kid, I’m gonna get this patch off you, okay?” His index digit swiftly reformatted its tip into a fine scalpel.
“Mmmkayyyy….” Rodimus mumbled, turning his helm to gaze lovingly up at the doctor. “Y-y’do so much… for the ship, Ratty…” He supplied helpfully, shivering a bit as he reached out and rubbed at Ratchet’s thigh affectionately.
“Only Drift gets to call me that, Rodimus.” He chided gently, nudging the edge of the scalpel under the patch. “Usually these suckers pop right off after they run out of battery, but I don’t think we want to know how long that’ll take.” Ratchet informed the room.
Drift squinted at him, cocking his head. “You seem to know an awful lot about this sort of thing…”
“I’ll tell ya later.” With a flick of his digits the patch popped off, flipping in the air briefly before Ratchet caught it in his palm. “There.”
Rodimus let out a confused moan, glancing around blearily. “Wha…? Where’d da….-” He shook his helm, resetting his optics as he rolled over and wheezed out one last gush of steam. “Primus….”
“I’m so sorry, Roddy- I didn’t know-” Drift started, immediately coming to his side.
“Nnnhh… Frag… That was intense…” Rodimus huffed out, rolling his head to face Drift with a confident, content little smile. “Didn’t expect that kinda thing from you- Ouf!”
Drift plastered himself against Rodimus’ front, squeezing him tightly and letting out a relieved sigh. “I didn’t know it was a sex thing- I swear, I just thought that-” He started to explain.
“You- Wait-” Rodimus’ tone immediately shifted. “You didn’t know???”
Drift’s spark twisted. “I-I thought maybe I could teach you to be-” He winced at his own words, “More… considerate?”
Rodimus pushed Drift back, keeping a shaky hold on his shoulders. “YOU GAVE ME THE BEST OVERLOAD OF MY LIFE OVER DATA WORK BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT I SUCKED?!” Rodimus shouted, his vocalizer cracking in places from how raw it was.
Drift bit his lip, “Roddy-”
“DO– DO NOT Roddy me right now-!”
“I don’t think you suck- It’s just-” Drift floundered, turning to look at Ratchet helplessly. Ratchet just looked back, an amused smile playing on his dermas. “... I dunno, I was wrong- I thought maybe- you’d respond better if you got immediate rewards for… doing the right thing…”
Rodimus stammered incredulously for a moment, sitting up and shaking Drift’s shoulders. “I-! Wha- I- I’m not a newmake!!! You could’ve told me if you had a problem with me!”
Drift averted his gaze. Rodimus made a strangled, desperate noise. “YOU COULD HAVE!! I’m so approachable!!”
“Alright, alright, you’re both very approachable and very sorry.” Ratchet piped up, stepping between the two and prying Rodimus off of his conjunx. “You two can talk this elsewhere.” He looked pointedly at the puddle Rodimus had left on his medical slab. “... I have some cleaning to do. Go use the washracks or something.” He shooed the two of them out of the room, Rodimus’ legs quivering weakly as he wobbled out of the office.
An icy silence had come over the pair of them. Drift kept his gaze ahead, not acknowledging First Aid poking his head out of his office, nor Velocity looking up from her organization work. He almost wondered if it was more odd for them to be both- to varying degrees- covered in transfluid, or that they weren’t talking to one another.
He cautiously extended his field towards Rodimus, hoping his radiating guilt would clue him in on his apologeticness. Drift winced at the prickling embarrassment and disappointment he got back.
It was a blessing that the medbay had washracks in it, it was a curse that there weren’t stalls, only flimsy curtains to separate each block from the next. Rodimus stormed into one of the racks and swished his curtain shut. Drift sighed and walked into his own, turning on the taps and offlining his optics as warm solvent washed over his plating. He took the time to clear his mind and vent as slowly as he could. It was hard to shake the regret.
After a long moment of quiet between them, Rodimus spoke. “... I’m not a bad captain…” He asserted, but it felt more like a question.
“... No. Not at all, Roddy.” Drift sighed, lifting up his arm and watching the transfluid wick off of it. “I don’t think you are… I should have been more responsible, I’m sorry.”
“... ‘s okay.” Rodimus mumbled. “You should keep feeling bad about it, I think.” There was humour in his tone, but it was outweighed by the bitterness.
“Don’t worry, I will.” Drift quipped back, the levity in his tone doing little to hide the truth in his response.
“I mean it would’ve been cool if you’d told me!” Rodimus added, glossing over Drift’s words. Maybe he hadn’t heard him.
Drift rolled his optics, biting back a smile. He was supposed to be feeling bad about this, Rodimus was making it difficult. “Oh yeah?”
“I mean it was lame that you made me overload about doing my job but… I dunno- it felt good, that's all.” Rodimus continued, his voice a bit bashful. “M-most of it anyway, I could’ve done without the… y’know. The shocking. And if you wanted me to fix my act you could’ve just said so.”
“Would you have turned the ship out of the asteroid field if you didn’t get shocked? If I asked you nicely, no, when I asked you nicely?” Drift asked, trying not to sound too accusatory. He clamped his intake shut as soon as the words left his mouth. This wasn’t the time to be proving a point.
Rodimus stuck his helm around the edge of the shower curtain to fix Drift with his aghast expression. “Well-! Pff- Whatever… I totally would. I value your opinion.” He slunk back around under his washrack.
“Well then you didn’t need the patch in the first place, and I’m still sorry that I couldn’t see that.” Drift sighed out, trying not to sound too sarcastic.
“Yeah, I didn’t, thank you very much.” Rodimus sniped haughtily.
Drift snorted out a laugh. Rodimus returned it after a moment. “... But you liked it?” Drift prompted.
“... Maybe a little.” Rodimus admitted. “... Wish I could’ve asked Ratchet to leave it on so I could finish one more time. Fragger messed with my spoiler on purpose, I just know it.”
“Oh yeah, probably.” Drift chuckled, pausing for a moment. “... do you ever feel like Ratty knows too much about stuff like this?”
“What do you mean?” Rodimus asked, peeking around the edge of the curtain again. He was squinting through excess solvent, blowing it out of his intake before grunting in frustration. “Just- c’mere- I’m tired of shouting over the showers.”
Drift turned his taps off and shuffled awkwardly into Rodimus’ wash block with him. “I mean like- He knew kind of quickly what the patch was, don’t you think?”
“I think you’re just a bit dense sometimes.” Rodimus shrugged. He motioned to his aft. “Can you get that? I can feel gunk stuck in the cracks, I can’t reach.”
Drift raised a brow ridge. “Yeah? You can’t reach?”
“Which of us fragged up today, you or me?” Rodimus shot back.
Drift rolled his optics, reaching into his subspace for a scouring pad. He wet it under the solvent stream and got to work scrubbing Rodimus’ aft and thigh paneling. “I’m still sorry.”
“I should hope so.” Rodimus sniffed. “It’s fine though, I’m super forgiving, as any great captain would be.”
Drift smiled, kneeling down a bit to get a better angle on Rodimus’ sticky plating. “Aren’t I lucky then?” He teased, curling the edge of the pad around a sensitive bit of Rodimus’ thigh armour and scrubbing fiercely. The other mech twitched and jerked his leg back, pulling in a quick hiss. “I can’t get the gunk out if you're moving.” Drift singsonged, prodding the edge of the pad between a sensitive seam and running it down from his inner thigh to his knee joint.
“Figure it out then, I’m the victim here, accommodate me.” Rodimus nudged Drift with his opposing knee, as if preparing to kick him. Drift steadied his free hand against the offending leg.
“Oh, yes sir, I’m so so sorry for my insolence, oh great and righteous captain.” Drift moaned out dramatically, tugging the pad out of his seam and instead opting to rub it carefully over Rodimus’ modesty panels. He let out a pleased rumble from deep in his engine at this, his knees suddenly going a bit wobbly. Rodimus braced himself against the wall, trying to seem casual. Drift could feel his amica’s panels were still overheated, charge wicking off his frame in places still as he struggled to cycle down.
“Ugh… the one time you do something kinky and it’s an accident.” Rodimus muttered to himself, adjusting his hips a bit as Drift washed him. “... unbelievable.”
Drift sighed. He considered Rodimus’ words for a moment, wondering if maybe… in the future… after this whole stunt had simmered down, he might be able to convince him- Drift’s mind wandered to thoughts of the blissed out, vacantly obedient look on Rodimus’ face when he’d entered the office. He’d never seen it before, and now that he wasn’t panicking… it was a good look on him.
Drift shook his head quickly. There was no need to do any wishful thinking, he made his decision about that ages ago regarding his wants. He pulled his servo back with the pad still pinched in his digits. “All clean, boss.” He said, patting Rodimus’ thigh.
“I think you missed a spot.” Rodimus hummed cockily. Drift rolled his optics again.
“Did I? Wanna show me where it is?” He gasped out in feigned ignorance, giving his best approximation of a clueless ingenue. It seemed to please him, as he chuckled lowly and adjusted his stance, further sticking his aft out in that annoyingly charming, corny sort of way he liked to do. Rodimus’ panels popped open with a click. The sexy display was likely, in Rodimus’ mind at least, undercut by the pool of trapped transfluid that splattered onto the stall floor.
Drift found it probably too alluring how quickly Rodimus’ spike extended from its casing. He dropped the pad onto the tiles, abandoning all pretenses in favor of stroking a servo up over Rodimus’ spike. “Oh yeah, how could I have missed this?” He joked, using his free hand to pet fondly over his thigh.
Rodimus let out an indulgent sigh that tapered off into a whine. “Primus, you have no idea how bad I wanted to jerk it on shift…” He mumbled, rocking his hips into Drift’s hand.
“I think I have a bit of an inkling.” Drift chuckled, sliding his other hand up to tease at Rodimus’ drenched valve. The captain jerked then, only briefly, before widening his legs and leaning into Drift’s ministrations. “I suppose the patch um… made it a bit hard…”
“Do you think?” Rodimus gasped sarcastically, only to be shut up by a whimper as Drift’s digits ran along the edge of his spikehead. He brought his index digit up and over, smearing the pearl of prefluid at his slit over the tip and then down over its underside. “A-ah, frag…”
Drift swallowed thickly, his optics flickering for a moment. He hesitated, before leaning in and drawing his glossa luxuriantly up between Rodimus’ valve lips. He caught Rodimus quickly around the thigh before he collapsed, relishing his amica’s surprised moan and rewarding his spike with a few strokes. He caught his node between his lips and laved his glossa over it gently. Drift shuddered as he drew another pleased moan from his amica. Regret and apology mingled in his tanks with the lust that had gathered there. He’d have to remember to be extra nice to Rodimus for the next few cycles, if not for Roddy’s benefit, then at least for his own conscience.
Drift squeezed his amica’s spike and drew his servo up slowly. He shivered at the long moan that accompanied the movement, as well as the lewd drizzle of prefluid that hit the tile and swirled down the drain between them. He thought he was doing a pretty good job at apologizing already. He pulled back from Rodimus’ node, opting instead to greedily suck the excess fluid from his valveport. He swallowed gluttonously, trying and failing to suppress the growl his engine let out at the taste. He drew his tongue through the folds to press at the first few rings of calipers within, earning yet another groan from Rodimus.
“P-primus-” Rodimus breathed, rolling his hips back against Drift’s face. “Ah- S-slag… you should mess up more often… you’re great at apologies.” He chuckled hoarsely.
Drift flushed a bit, half shame, half embarrassment. He wanted to beg Rodimus to not bring it up, but then again, he knew from experience that covering up his mistakes didn’t lead to anything good. He instead opted to run his glossa around the edge of the hole in a careful circle, pausing to lap at his node when he passed it. Rodimus quivered, a staticky whine barely audible over the solvent’s spray escaping him. Drift redoubled his efforts, taking Rodimus’ spike in both hands and smothering it in attention. His right servo teased and rubbed at the sensitive head, gathering the prefluid there briefly before dragging down to the base, his left repeating the motion to give his amica constant, inescapable pleasure. Rodimus’ pistons went taught. Drift thought he heard the click of him locking his joints upright.
“G-guh- frag-” He panted out, bucking his hips between the sources of his undoing.
Drift eagerly flicked his tongue against Rodimus’ node again. He drank in the stilted, weak noises Rodimus was making like the finest high grade shanix could buy. He squeezed and stroked and sucked, chasing his amica’s edge ravenously.
“O-Ouh- D-drift-!” Rodimus huffed out, his digits grinding against the tile. “F-fuh- frag- I’m- ah- I’m close-” He wheezed helplessly.
Drift trembled with his own excess charge. It didn’t matter, he didn’t care. He drooled against Rodimus’ twitching, cycling valve, savouring the spurts of fluid that dribbled down his chin and chest. He held one servo around the base of Rodimus’ spike, milking the underside of it with his thumb while the other continued to pump.
He felt his amica go stiff and pressed his glossa flat and hard against his node. Rodimus screamed out raw static, hips bucking minutely and frame shivering. Transfluid splattered both against the washrack’s tile and Drift’s face. He gave an honest effort to swallow down what he could, but even then he relished the feeling of it spilling lewdly onto his chassis. He pulled back, panting, admiring the way Rodimus’ valve cycled and fluttered around nothing in aftershocks.
Rodimus slowly lowered himself onto his hands and knees, panting weakly as he recovered his faculties. Drift took the moment to reach up and grasp the washrack’s head and extend it to clean off the mess his amica had made, both off his own plating and Rodimus’. Once he was sufficiently pleased with their cleanliness, he switched the taps off. The cooling solvent slowed to a trickle and stopped as he sat down beside Rodimus. He rolled over off his knees and onto his aft, leaning back against the wall for a moment.
“... Thanks, Drifty.” Rodimus sighed affectionately.
“No problem, Roddy.” Drift’s voice was hoarser than he thought it would be. He flinched as Rodimus reached over and laid his servo against his thigh, thumbing fondly at the decorative red plating there.
“You feel a little heated, bud, need a hand with something?” Rodimus asked innocently. Drift didn’t need to reach out to his field to sense the poison in his words.
“... I got a bit worked up, is all-” Drift started, leaning into Rodimus’ touch.
“Hm! Interesting!” Rodimus smiled bitterly, though it was more playful than before. “You should get that figured out, pal. I’d hate for my favourite amica to be struggling like this.”
A sliver of guilt wormed deeper into Drift’s spark. He sighed and chuckled goodnaturedly, opening his mouth to speak. He was cut off as Rodimus stood up abruptly, dragging him up with him.
“I might be wrong, but I think I know someone who’s office needs cleaning.” Rodimus mused, tapping a digit on his chin in false thought. He turned his gaze back to Drift with an icy smirk. “Feeling helpful, Drift?”
Drift sighed again, offering a pleasant smile. He hoped it covered up how badly he wanted to reduce Rodimus back to a quaking, panting mess. “... Always, captain.”
#transformers#my art#mtmte#valveplug#/nsfw#/nsft#driftrod#dratchrod#smut#lemon#transformers smut#drift#rodimus#ratchet#my fic
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Y'know what I'll just say it. I feel like Dottore would make clones of his darling. Not even in the sense of replacing them, but solely so he can get out some of his darker urges without doing irreparable damage to their body/psyche.
Gonna put this below a cut again because jesus christ I cannot just write this man normally. It always turns into creepy shit I can't help it.
CW: Implied murder (of the clones, not of reader), torture, medical play. I guess pseudo reader-insert death should be a tag too because it IS a clone of the reader. Same creepy shit from the last post applies here. Yandere themes.
Also not gonna lie, Dottore gives me very "bluebeard's castle" vibes with the potential the ability to clone himself (and I totally assume others, as well) gives. And boy howdy have I been in the mood to write a bluebeard's castle type of fic. Originally it was going to be with Diluc, but Dottore fits much better.
So... Dottore would totally make a clone of you.
Just something that looks like you, something with the same blood type, heartbeat, hair color, eye color. Something that doesn't faint when he cuts it open, so he can cup his hands around your heart and feel it pulse, feel how it strains to keep beating when he starts to squeeze. And he doesn't have to worry about killing you, either. Because it isn't you.
He'd probably also use these clones as guinea pigs for certain things he'd like to try on you, certain drugs or treatments. Like, say he wants to extend your lifespan but doesn't want to lose you in the process. The answer is simple: make a clone of you. Sure, it's sentient, and sure, it screams and thrashes against the restraints, but it isn't you. He knows, because he knows you. Down to every atom of your being. And it may be a convincing replica, but it never compares to the real deal.
You're none the wiser, either. He's careful to keep it from you, because he's smart enough to recognize how scarring it would be to watch your captor lover cut a replica of you open and grab its heart.
But it helps the urges he gets, sometimes. Little things he thought long buried– the urge to pluck out your eyes, to keep your heart in a jar, to make a ring out of your sternum so he can wear it when he's not with you.
And some of these things he DOES do. The third clone's heart sits on his desk, preserved neatly in a jar. You looked unnerved, the first time you saw it, but you didn't ask whose it was, and he wouldn't have said, anyway.
In his lab, where you're prohibited, he keeps the eyes from the second clone, almost perfect in their imitation. Those too, are preserved.
And just last week you commented on his new ring, likely suspecting he'd swapped places with a clone again (he hadn't. You've been so good lately, he just doesn't see the point in testing you. At least not for a while.) That ring, made from the tibia of the fifth (the sternum was too thin and too difficult to work with).
He asked you if you liked it, and you said it was okay. It looks nice.
Het got you a matching one the next week, made from one of his own clones, this time. You never wear it, but he's sure you will, once he tells you. Once he's sure that you'll be just as charmed by the sentiment behind the little trinket as he is of his.
And you will be, he's sure. You've come so far already, so sharp and keen, and he knows it won't take too much of a push until you have the same urges, too.
#yandere#my writing#yandere genshin#dead dove do not eat#yandere genshin impact#genshin impact#genshin#dottore#il dottore#yandere dottore#yandere il dottore#il dottore/reader#il dottore x reader#yandere il dottore/reader#yandere dottore/reader#cw: torture#cw: gore#can someone please tell me if there's a specific tag for ''he keeps copies of your heart on his desk'' that's less words than that#idk if it should be added to the cw list but it's a mouthful and idk what to tag it as#the people saying scaramouche is the worst yandere are wrong it's definitely dottore JKGJKGJKGKJ
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out of curiosity, do you have a general idea of what Sidelined Leo's wheelchair look like?
I was just thinking about this today!
I wish I could do an artist's rendition of what I think it would look like but my attempt was so terrible I ended up erasing it all |'D So instead I will just describe it the best I can.
From googling around, it looks something like this:
Which can swap between manual power, electronic power, or transport by someone else. From my googling, this is 1, pretty expensive, 2, maybe not typically the most efficient setup, but Donnie makes it work for Leo.
Obviously it is blue, with silver accents, rather than black with red accents like in this picture. And the Genius Built logo is on the front of the seat, the back, and the wheel rims.
Leo's is also decked out with a bunch of mods, courtesy of Donnie:
the foot rests pop on and off with a pretty simple release; useful for days when Leo may be up and down more, or may want to power himself with his feet
the handles retract or expand with a button press, and also have a non-electronic release that pops them out if Leo's battery ever dies when he needs someone else to transport his chair. The retract feature is meant to keep people from grabbing his chair when he doesn't want them to, but Leo has them extended often because he has a habit of hanging things off them.
a cupholder and an easy access spot on the arms for his phone charger
the back has a small dock for Shelldon to rest in
the back also has some storage for snacks/other mobility aids/fidget toys/whatever he wants
there are speakers built into the chair that bluetooth to Leo's phone
Leo can also pull up holoscreens similar to Donnie's own wrist tech from the arms of his chair, which he uses often while helping the guys on missions
a panic button, which sends out a distress signal and puts the chair on Defense Mode (it basically shocks anyone who touches it)
Shelldon can interface with the chair directly and move it around himself, which is strictly an emergency feature (for example, if Leo were ever incapacitated and the others couldn't get to him, Shelldon could steer his chair to safety). Leo tends to abuse this feature and treat it like an autopilot, because he left the chair somewhere and wants it brought to him, or just because he wants to use his hands for something else in that moment. Also yes, the chair has a tracker, because this is Donnie so of course it does.
Also it has its own shopping cart protocol in case anyone ever tried to take off with it for some reason. This also puts it in Defense Mode.
Thanks for the ask!
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Bad Blood
Lucifer x fem reader
Summary: You’re a demon from Hell who has always tormented the ruler of Hell. You were once close until you betrayed them by helping Dream enter Hell without being detected resulting in the defeat they had with Dream. Since then you both have a love hate relationship.
Warnings: love hate relationship, feeling of abandonment, banishment
Requests open
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You were once close with the Ruler of Hell. There was a time where the two of you were inseparable however the tables have turned since then. You may ask what caused two close beings to end up despising each other? Well let me tell you…
It was a normal day in the depths of hell and you and Lucifer were up to your usual mischief. Well as much as they possibly could considering they had a whole kingdom to rule. The two of you loved to play pranks on one another. Some of them were really simple and some were really complex. The one you love playing the most on Lucifer is saying that you have hidden three things of theirs when in reality you had only hidden two.
Lucifer’s favourite pranks were always replacing certain objects with something else. For example they really enjoyed swapping the salt and the sugar as well as swapping toothpaste for mayonnaise. Harmless but always so annoying and what was even more annoying is they got you everytime. It was so funny yet frustrating.
Well it was until you took it too far. Lucifer was tending to their many duties which meant that you had the afternoon to yourself to do whatever you pleased. You decided to take a stroll around Hell and you ended up taking yourself up to the gates of Hell. You have always enjoyed watching the many new faces enter Hell for the rest of eternity.
Some people look absolutely terrified to be arriving in Hell but some look completely unfazed as if they knew that they would be arriving in Hell. That afternoon you were sitting on one of the nearby rocks watching all these new faces enter Hell. After a short while you heard that gates shut before watching one of the guards leave their post for a short period of time. They must be done for the day.
Just as you were about to leave you heard a loud bang on the door as if someone was trying to get in. Your curiosity got the better of you as you made your way to the gate to see who was there. On the other side of the door you could see Morepheus standing there with a raven. “What are you doing here Dream?” you asked through the iron gates. “I need to speak with Lucifer so please let me in,” he responded.
You had a quick think to yourself. It would be harmless and to find out you let him in later on would be priceless. “Fine Dream. Just don’t cause too much chaos” you laughed knowing that it could happen in Hell. You opened the gate and let him in before closing it behind you. It would be as if no one would ever know. With nothing else happening at the gates of Hell you decided to continue on your walk just letting your legs guide you in any possible direction as you had nowhere in particular you needed to be.
After a while of walking around you finally decided to go back to the palace to see if Lucifer was done with whatever they were doing. As you made your way into the palace you could see everyone inside was acting quite strange compared to what they normally do. Something had obviously happened otherwise no one would be acting like this. You quickly made your way through the palace to find Lucifer.
You entered the throne room to see Lucifer sat on their throne with a permanently annoyed expression plastered on their face. “Are you alright Lucifer? What happened?” You asked them as you made your way closer. “What happened! I will tell you what happened. I was absolutely humiliated” they shouted at you. What could have happened to cause this kind of reaction from the devil themselves.
“What exactly happened Lucifer” you asked them. “Morpheus. That is what happened. Someone let him through the gates of Hell and he just destroyed me in a battle. There was no possible way he could’ve won yet he did. I’ve used all my strength and I still lost” they complained.
You instantly knew that you were in deep trouble. “I tell you what. As soon as I find out who betrayed me will regret even existing” Lucifer stated. You didn’t know what to do. You really wanted to tell them that it was all your fault but you knew deep down that the friendship you had between the two of you would disappear instantly. You did betray them. It wasn’t deliberate but at the end of the day it was the truth.
“Lucifer, I need to tell you something” you told the beast in front of you. “What is it? Please don’t say you had something to do with this” they said with a saddened look on their face. “It was an accident, Lucifer. I never meant for this to happen. I was bored and he was at the gates so I let him in. My intentions were harmless. I thought he had just come to annoy you and that it would be a good prank. I didn’t realise that he had come to battle. I’m so sorry Lucifer. I really meant no bad intentions” you told them trying your best to explain yourself.
You weren’t expecting anything positive to come out of this and you knew deep down you fucked up big time. “Get out! I don’t want to see your face ever again!” Lucifer shouted. You quickly turned around on your feet and made your way out of the throne room as quickly as possible. You felt tears start to fall down your face. You and Lucifer have never had anything like this happen before and you weren’t expecting it to impact you as much as it did.
You expected after a few days that Lucifer would come around. It was space they needed and after a while you were convinced they would come back to you and the two of you would be up to your mischief in no time. But that wasn’t the case. It was actually far from it. The two of you haven’t really spoken since and it has not been well over a year since the incident with Dream.
You do your best to be around Lucifer as you still cared for them but they did everything in their power to put you down again. It is a vicious cycle yet you couldn’t help but keep repeating it. If you had any common sense you would have left this ‘friendship’ when it originally ended but you couldn’t help but keep fighting for it. You knew deep down Lucifer still cared for you and you were still trying your best to prove that to them.
There were many times where you would try and wiggle your way into Lucifer’s life. You even kept up with your pranks expecting that maybe one day they would return to the prank war that you started many years ago. At one point you even believed that you were getting through to them. You would find yourselves having the odd conversations with one another like nothing had ever happened. It was small progress but it was still progress.
You finally believed that the two of you were on the right track and your friendship would be stronger than ever. How wrong were you about to be? Lucifer asked you to come up to the throne room one afternoon and you were hoping to apologise for about the 100th time and you could only hope that this time around they would accept your apology. As you got to the door of the throne room you knocked your secret knock that you only use with Lucifer. “Enter!” you heard Lucifer shout from the otherside of the door.
You quickly made your way into the throne room excited to finally see Lucifer again. “Before you say anything there is something I need to tell you. I have thought long and hard about your many apologies and I have decided that unfortunately I cannot accept your apology. What you did to me was a complete betrayal of trust so I am banishing you to the depth of Hell and you may never return to the palace” they told you with a stern look in their eyes but deep down even you could see the hurt in their eyes.
“Please Lucifer! Don’t do this to me. You know deep down that I never had bad intentions about what happened with Dream. It was a horrible accident and if I knew what the outcome would be then I wouldn’t have let him in. Please Lucifer, I need you in my life. I can’t lose you. I will go insane out there!” you pleaded with them hoping that maybe they would feel bad and change their mind.
“I’m sorry but my mind is set. If I were you I would get moving. Some right horrible creatures come out when it gets dark” they told you before turning around and leaving the throne room entirely. How could they do this to you? After everything the two of you have been through, they just cast you aside as if you are some toy they have got done playing with. You left straight away as you couldn’t bear to be around this place anymore. After you left you realised how much you still missed them.
You knew they still somewhat cared for you as on rare occasions you would receive letters from Lucifer themself asking how you have been. Of course you didn’t respond. You definitely were not going to give them the satisfaction of even letting them know how you were getting on and they have no one else to blame except themself.
#gwendoline christie#gwendolineuniverse#fanfics#lucifer morningstar#lucifer morningstar x reader#lucifer x y/n#lucifer x reader#lucifer x you#lucifer#lucifer the sandman#the sandman#love hate relationship#banished#abandoned
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Have you heard the audio of Gwendoline saying “I like when you talk like that. It makes me want to destroy you.” ?
If possible could we get a Larissa x reader featuring this delicious quote? (I’m so gay for her)
If not feel no pressure to write it :) i <3 ur work sm
Talk dirty to me 18+
*Authors note ~ don't we all love this quote? And I'm so in love with this idea so I'm glad I had the opportunity to write it*
Trigger warnings~ mommy kink, dirty talk, dom l sub r toys oral fingering binding humiliation if you squint
Prompt~see ask^^^
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tumblr anon~ Hello :) i love your work!! I have a larissa x reader request, it's nothing specific, just that reader can cum just by eating larissa out or the other way around, whatever is more comfortable with you Have a great day!
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You'd been teasing Larissa all morning, you love your wife and with her looking so beautiful all the damn time made it hard to focus on your job. Luckily, you were just Nevermore's librarian which meant you were able to be on your phone more often than your wife. Most of the time you could be found curled up with a book, your ability of being a seer was particularly useful but incredibly stressful, you always found comfort in the stories the books provide.
Your phone vibrated next to you and you couldn't help the smirk that took hold of your lips. "I like when you talk like that. Makes me want to destroy you. Mommy is gonna make sure her dirty girl won't be able to do anything but plead with me to stop" holy fuck she was going to kill you. You quickly sent off another flirty message goading her into what was looking to be an enjoyable evening for you both.
You were getting to your favourite part of your book when you saw Larissa seemingly swapping and changing her course of action, seemingly that she wanted to keep you guessing, a small sigh left you, you're wife knew just how to get around your ability but you knew whatever's happened next you were safe.
"Hey you" Larissa murmured gaining your attention and a beautiful blush spreading across your cheeks. "Hi baby" you murmured marking your page and closing the book. A sweet kiss was shared as Larissa brought her hands to your hips to tug you closer to her body. "God I've missed you all day and those texts, you know you can't leave me all needy for the rest of the day right?" She murmured kissing your neck, sucking the pulse point into her ruby red lips. "Mmm Ris, room?" You murmured happily leaning into the older woman. "We may, but only if you say my name" she teased her hands now moving to palm your breasts through the clothing there. "Ris?" A nip to your collarbone indicated the wrong answer was given. "Mommy" you whined causing the shapeshifter to scoop you up bridal style and carry you to the bedroom.
It was rare you and your wife snuck off during work hours but when you did there was always a good reason and you were never found out. And even if you were, your wife is the boss so what would anyone be able to do? Nothing was the simple answer. You were immediately placed on the centre of the bed as your clothing began to be torn off your body. Your hands began pawing at your wife's clothing in a blind need to feel her soft silky skin.
You lay bare in front of your wife while she remained in her underwear happily laying kisses all over you. "Mommy" you whined squirming underneath her as teased you, spewing dirty words and thoughts of all the things she could be doing to destroy her princess. "Mommy has a good mind to go find her box of toys and pull out mommy's favourite one and then devour you till you're begging me to stop. Bet your whorish cunt would squirt all over the sheets just for mommy" she purred before doing exactly that.
After securing what she truly wanted she headed back to the bed and immediately began to bind your arms and legs to the bed frame. "Colour?" She murmured as you tested the bonds. "Green" you whimpered watching your wife now inserting her favourite dildo that would vibrate to stimulate her clit while letting her feel full. "Oh god so hot" you whimpered watching her set the pattern she wanted before throwing the phone else where. At least you wouldn't have to worry about finding a remote later.
The moment her mouth latched onto your clit you swore you were in heaven. Larissa knew just how much you enjoyed her mouth's attention, so any time she could she would put her mouth to work for your own pleasure. She knew that you could cum with just this simple act and that your orgasms were more intense this way. You always tasted delicious and she would happily lap up your slick and live between your beautiful thighs. Hell, Larissa never wanted to leave from her position.
You lost count how many times she threw you over the edge with her skilled tongue, all you could do is whine and mewl for her. A string of "fuck" "god" and "mommy" was looped around in between moans. You could feel the older woman's grin against your sensitive folds. "Mommy no more" you panted struggling against the restraints, "oh god mommy I'm gonna pee" you whined. Only then were you given your wife's long slender fingers into your tight fluttering walls. "Pretty baby you won't pee I promise, trust me baby, let go for mommy" she murmured not even bothering to wipe her chin free of your arousal.
You did just that, the sensations overwhelming you as white hot pleasure cursed through your veins. You squirted for the blonde, drenching the sheets before passing out. A first for you but Larissa helped your body back from the unimaginable high, then she undid the restraints to come and hold your sweat soaked body to hers. "You did so so good for me, so proud princess" she murmured stroking your cheek watching as you began to rouse again, "so good for me princess, mommys so proud of you." "What happened " you mumbled seemingly out of it. "You squirted baby then knocked out for a little, it's okay you're safe and I'm gonna look after you princess" she murmured kissing your head, "mommy you didn't?" "Oh you poor princess, mommy came dont you worry, how about a bath?" To which you nodded and allowed Larissa to run it and carry you into the warm water.
Word count~ 1131
#anon answered#v3nusxsky answers#fanfic#principal larissa weems x reader#larissa x you#larissa weems#larissa x reader#larissa weems smut#larissa weems x reader#principal larissa weems#principle weems#principal weems#weems x reader#weems#weems smut#anon requested
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hi! would it be possible to get headcanons about what kind of gifts they'd give or what they would do for their relationship anniversary? gender neutral reader for geno, error and if possible, fatal error as well.
(i've never sent an ask before so hopefully this is alright, its ok to refuse. love your writing!! :D)
📎 What They Do for Their Relationship Anniversary ★
Featuring: Geno!Sans, Error!Sans, Fatal_Error!Sans
#Notes: u gave me my top favs tysm *kisses you* srry this took like seven thousand years to make lolol but here u goooo
pronouns used: they/them
Geno Sans
Putting it in simple words, they have no idea what to do for the anniversary.
Definitely goes to Sans for advice and probably rambles about the situation to him. To which Sans just replies ‘get them something memorable, or take them somewhere, like per se, the spot where you met. maybe a vacation?’ and it just all starts to click in Geno’s head.
Alright, so. Their plan is to 1. Take you to the very top of the mountain where they first saw the surface and have a peaceful picnic with you. 2. Buy some of your favorite snacks and a movie you like and eat some popcorn up in their room, and 3. Cuddle and fall asleep together. Perfect anniversary plan.
Still super nervous about how it will go, and isn’t the best at speaking to others. Papyrus and Sans may or may not tag along and make it slightly less peaceful and a little less like alone time between the two of you.
If that does happen, it makes the atmosphere somewhat excitable. Geno isn’t the happiest about it, mainly because they really just want to be alone with you and just bathe in each others company, but if you’re enjoying it, they’re enjoying it.
Logically, some things end up backfiring during the anniversary, but it’s the thought that really counts. And for you two, is all that really mattered in the first place.
Error Sans
I don’t see them really caring about anniversaries. But if you’re super into it, they’ll go along with it.
Not really for taking you anywhere? I think they prefer staying in their anti-void and sharing their bean bag with you while watching undernovela (tbh you should’ve seen this coming. come on, it’s error.)
Afterwards, they’ll open a portal to Outertale and you guys can just hang out and watch the stars. Will point out constellations for you and everything. Ink likes to follow you and Error around mostly because he’s genuinely surprised Error managed to get into a relationship with somebody and for this long too! You better bet Ink’s going to make ship art for you guys on your anniversary. Outertale paintings are his specialty., so expect to find a few art pieces near your date spot in Outertale.
Error is mildly embarrassed and flustered when they do find these drawings though.
The kind of monster to make you a tapestry or a plushie of themselves. Not used to giving people gifts so they’ll just throw them out you and scurry away like the rat bastard they are.
The anniversary isn’t remotely well put together but it’s a nice spending it with Error, so it cancels the flaws out.
Fatal Error Sans
He has a vague idea on what an anniversary is supposed to look like. After being in the save screen for so long and then having Error brutally mangle his code, you can imagine just what that shit does to your memory.
You’ll have to bring up the topic of a relationship anniversary for them to even remember that those things exist.
Very busy a lot of the time (killing Papyruses and multiple versions of Swap and piecing their code together to try to make themselves a new brother, yknow the drill) so might not actually even have an anniversary with you.
But you mean the world to him, so if you practically beg him to do something for your anniversary, he will eventually give in.
Again you’re probably gonna have to do a lot of the work. He’ll just go along with whatever you have in mind. He doesn’t mind.
The most they’ll do is steal get some snacks for you.
Might attempt to crochet or knit something for you with his red strings but he’s not that experienced. He’ll definitely learn for you, though.
Most definitely not experienced in the art of romance so be patient with them.
#undertale aus x reader#underverse x reader#undertale x reader#geno sans x reader#geno x reader#error sans x reader#error x reader#fatal error sans x reader#fatal error x reader#qstea’s works
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Procreate Dreams
I've been playing around in Procreate Dreams for about a week or so now, and I think I've got enough of a handle on the software to offer a fair review! If you're interested in hearing my thoughts, click the read-more below.
A little context before we get started; I have two degrees in animation, but they're both in 3D. My personal specialty is tech and articulation/rigging, but I think my background puts me in a unique position with Procreate Dreams; I know all of the theory behind animation, but I'm not going into Procreate Dreams and comparing it to a professional-grade software I generally prefer to use (like Toon Boom Harmony, for example).
So, let's get into it!
First Impressions
I hated it. I opened the software, it crashed. I couldn't figure out how to enable onion skins. I couldn't increase or decrease the exposure of my frames. I couldn't figure out how to swap to the eraser. I was confused, I was frustrated, and then I realized that I was expecting to jump in and animate without taking the time to learn the software first.
Once I stopped trying to strong-arm it and started looking up documentation, things got a little easier.
Re-Thinking My Approach
Procreate Dreams isn't comparable to any other animation software I've used before. The UI is different, there's a focus on gesture over buttons, and everything about it is meant to be minimalistic. None of this reflects poorly on the program, in my opinion. It's different. You can't go to Procreate Dreams and get mad at it for not being like the other software out there in terms of how it's used. In fact, I think one area of Dreams that should be applauded is the sheer ambition on display. It's a hybrid of traditional frame-by-frame animation and offers a slimmed down version of some of After Effects' most useful compositing & motion graphics tools. That's just plain cool.
The Good
For those of you who've used Procreate Dreams, you may find it's a little... difficult to see all the good it has to offer through the muddied waters it's launch-day bugs kicked up, but under all the grime, there's a little bit of gold.
Dreams is a one time, $20 USD purchase. That's huge in terms of affordability and accessibility in the software market right now.
The "Perform" option is great, and I think we'll see the longer that it's out, the more creative people are going to get in using it. I've already seen people create gorgeous parallax on their illustrations.
Simple compatibility with Procreate is a huge win. I'm finding my pipeline uses both software together.
The UI is a mixed bag overall, but I find the ability to move between flipnote mode and timeline mode to be great. It keeps the screen free, but I can still access the features I need while doing frame-by-frame.
The move/filters option is a great way to add a little compositing magic to your work.
The Bad
The "bad" here exclusively covers issues with the software as intended. Bugs will be covered under "The Ugly" below.
The lack of a lasso tool is a huge setback. I've seen people saying that it doesn't make sense not to have that feature at launch, especially when it's part of Procreate, but I understand why it may have been difficult to implement in conjunction with the move/perform/warp options. If you save a warp on top of an illustration, then cut and move part of the drawing, how is the warp/local translation data applied to that image? Does the pixel remember it's movement, or is it applied on top of the drawing? There's a lot to consider.
Similarly, the "reference" tool in Procreate would be an excellent tool to add color to layers beneath current layers. "Add Reference Track" would be great! That said, I think this conflicts with the move/warp tools like the above.
The timeline is a time sink. I should be able to adjust the exposure of my frames easily and consistently. As of right now, I have an 80-20 shot of selecting my layer or grabbing the handle for exposure. A small button on the edge of each frame (like a dot) would improve this considerably.
As far as I can tell, you can't mask a group onto another group.
No double-tap on the Apple Pencil 2 to swap to the eraser. This one I'm not sure about; it runs in Procreate, it seems simple to implement here... though it'd be great to see it customizable.
The Ugly
This includes bugs and other issues that are separate from the features (or lack thereof) of Procreate Dreams.
Crashes are frequent. I haven't used the software reliably during any of my sessions so far, but Dreams' autosave feature is extremely strong and very forgiving, so I have lost no work.
My pen pressure become erratic at times, necessitating a restart of the software.
Sometimes my pen will stop working, though other features in the app will continue to run.
The good news is, I think that Dreams is overall a huge win for artists and animators worldwide. Everything that's not working about Dreams will hopefully be resolved in future updates. I'd encourage anyone who wants to try animating for the first time to pick it up-- with the understanding it might take some time to get used to/master.
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Jotting down my UTMV AU Ideas because of this guy
@idkhowtoread-ink you’ve inspired me now pay the price
No clue if ANY OF THESE can make canon sense but does it look like I care? Lemme have my fun.
AMV!Ink / AMV-VERSE (AMVV?)
The idea is simple. At least, I hoped it was. Rather than the artistic AUs, fanart, and creative writing side of the community, there was an Ink made for the musical side of the community, like the AMVs, themes, vocaloid covers and what not. I’m sure Ink probably looks over ALL of that junk already but let’s be honest when was the last time you saw him doing it? Yeah I didn’t think so. Ink could be an unfinished animation meme or a vocaloid AMV like that Spring Storm one and eventually find a way to leave it and probably protect YouTube or inspire creators or something, gaining access to all the other things and people on the platform. Error could even tag along as some sort of flawed copyrighting system using Error’s body as a means of moving around rather that being confined to STRINGS of text. (Don’t ask me how he does that I don’t know) He would recognize everything as copyrighted or plagiarism or something and try to destroy it without seeing the creativity and originality in the work. Their designs could be based off the AMVs or covers they came from with Ink being from whatever the hell and Error being from…idk, probably ECHO. I wonder if Inks outfit would depend on which videos and content he delves into almost like Hatsune Miku or other Vocaloid.
LONLEY GUARDIAN
This one is just sad. A Dreamtale AU where, during a fight between Dream and Nightmare, Dream reaches out and gets a hold of Nightmare’s SOUL trying to uncorrupt it, sacrificing himself to be able to restore a part of the original Nightmare. Dream dies and the world is cast into absolute darkness, leaving Nightmare stranded in the cold world with nobody to seek comfort from, nobody to help him. Not anymore.
INK <——> NIGHTMARE SWAP AU
Random idea that I came up with after jokingly writing Nightmare getting drunk off of Ink’s vials. Would that actually work?What if the two got into such a dangerous fight that eventually Ink tried to teleport away but Nightmare lunges at him and two get their “goop” mixed together because Ink teleports via INK. And nightmare is made of a INK like substance. If Ink doesn’t instantly die from lead poisoning or something this mixing could mess up his brain while Nightmare just kind of shrugs it off and steals Ink’s vials. Ink would no longer need the vials and rely off Nightmare’s “blood” to feel real negative emotions, slowly craving the stuff more and more than his vials while Nightmare probably gets drunk off the vials or something and takes on Ink’s role. Error and Dream may have to team up to get them back to normal or at least try to.
SHATTERED DREAM BUT SCARIER
So looking at this post made me consider something. What if Dream tried to eat the apples and yknow do what he did in the original AU, but due to the overwhelming and clashing natures of his apple and the dark ones he just…MELTED AND DIED IN FRONT OF NIGHTMARE. He doesn’t even corrupt or anything (well sort of) he just DISSOLVES ALIVE RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. Imagine trying to prove a point and failing THIS BADLY. Anyways, rather than Nightmare being haunted by his now corrupted brother, he’s just ACTUALLY HAUNTED. I was thinking this could be like Phantom Papyrus and Dust Sans and that this new “Dream” (going by Shattered) is just a horrible manifestation of this traumatic event. It’s design and personality wouldn’t be the EXACT same especially not the design (would look so much scarier) but it constantly make Nighty feel like garbage and all that. People like Swap and Ink would have to find and help Nightmare get past this trauma, where only then can he and his “brother” finally move on.
EVIL INK AU BECAUSE YES
I know, we literally JUST went over an Evil Ink AU but hear me out. Wouldn’t he WANT a soul again? Idk if it’s possible for him to reabsorb and claim a soul, he probably can’t, but what if he COULD? He’d probably go nuts over Error’s or something. Just ANYTHING to fill that void other than his vials.
wow most of these ideas involve characters getting traumatized or turning evil. I ain’t sorry though!
#sans au#dreamtale#utmv#undertale au#nightmare sans#dream sans#ink sans#error sans#undertale au ideas#UTMV ideas#AU idea#shattered dream
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Tartan and the Bowtie
Let's get some visuals down first. Here are two copies of the same tartan design Aziraphale wears, just in purple instead of his normal brown:
See the blue markings? On the top image, it's showing in order a wide gap, a thin stripe, a narrow gap, a thick set of stripes, and a wide gap. I mark that as "thin/thick". Horizontal orientation for this is thin on top and thick on bottom.
On the bottom image, it's the same parts marked, just in a different stripe order: wide gap, thick stripes, narrow gap, thin stripes, wide gap. That's thick/thin. Horizontal orientation for this is thick on top and thin on bottom.
The bowtie always reads the same way when you start from one side and go to the other. I'm going left to right.
Throughout the show, the order of the lines changes, as does the colors in the bowtie. It even changes orientation sometimes, with the tartan going horizontal vs vertical. Sometimes the actual colors and lines don't change but what's prominent does change: lines get darker or more saturated as opposed to very light/faded.
The order of the stripes changes with respect to "who's first", who's being served:
(1) thick/thin: Aziraphale is protecting others (usually Crowley), aka "others first"
or
(2) thin/thick: Aziraphale is being or needs protected, allows someone else to lead, or is being selfish, aka "Aziraphale first": this is thin/thick
This applies more broadly too, as whether the wearer is doing these things, like when Crowley wearing Aziraphale's face is concerned with protecting Aziraphale: it looks the same way it does when Aziraphale protects Crowley, ie thick/thin.
Thick lines first mean Aziraphale is doing the protecting, putting others first; thin line first means he's putting himself first or someone else is protecting him. Mostly we see the bowtie and tartan in a vertical orientation, but we do see it horizontal a few times. The normal vertical means they are equal, standing side by side on their own side; the horizontal means Aziraphale is putting "sides" first, and they're not partners. They can show up in conjunction, which I think means sides is in conflict with their relationship: this happened in s1 in 1967 with the thermos and cravat, which kept changing how it was situated on his neck between cuts.
Here is all my data for s1:
Previously I had thought it was just lighting that changed its apparent colors, but no, it actually does change colors. And design. Here is one of the s2 ones, you can see the thin and thick vertical lines around the wide gaps:
Here's s1e1 in the park, well lit, it's nearly completely red and brown, no blue, and it's turned 90deg, you can see the thin/thick lines horizontally:
This is the same tartan design in different colors, but turned 90degrees. Look:
There's the vertical lines and gaps.
Same scene, same light, but this one is right after Crowley gets up off the bench, it looks way darker, still red and brown, perhaps black lines:
You can see in the horizontal thick lines that they're darker. The top one barely shows up, but the bottom is obvious. Those are different colors. Pretty sure they may even be tied differently, because the top one looks like a simple singular piece, whereas the bottom one has multiple pieces in its bow. Not a bow expert so idk if that's just the angle. The bows might be partially CGI because as you watch this scene, you can see the darker lines fade in on the cut right before this one.
From there, they go walk to the Bentley, and that's when it turns to the vertical orientation we see in the rest of the show, only switching back for the time in the Ritz in e1:
You can see the blue isn't very prominent in this like it is in the later s1 and s2. This is as they're walking up the steps to the Bentley. This scene is right after Crowley tells him they won't be together after the apocalypse, and that's when it "changes orientation" ie swaps to their own side aka I think that means he decides he's going to stop the apocalypse. It wasn't way later in the bookshop, that was just when he verbally agreed after getting a justification he could float by heaven. He'd already agreed and wanted to do it here, right after he got off the bench, realizing he wouldn't have Crowley anymore.
And s1e6 in the Ritz:
THAT'S PURPLE! This is the design we see most of the season, we just can't see the colors too well. I think the thin line is dark red, possibly purple, but the thick set of lines is definitely purple. The horizontal lines are green, dark red, and a brown shadow stripe. The background is brown. Aziraphale is the thick line if we accept the meaning I've proposed for what the order of the lines means, and then that means he's the purple. Not Crowley. Aziraphale is the one with the power here, not Crowley. The line representing Crowley (usually, at least) could also be purple instead of red, but it's the thin line and only 1 vs 3, so I would take that to mean that's way less power than Aziraphale.
In other costume metas I've seen, people have said that the number of loopy bits in the angel necklines cooresponded to how many "wings" or "wheels" each rank had, so perhaps this means Aziraphale has 3 and Crowley has 1. I do not know how to read the shadow lines, which you can see accompanying both the thin line and I think the center of the set of three/the thick line.
In s2 during the final fifteen, the bowtie is always vertical, not horizontal--so I don't think he was actually saying "you are less than me and heaven is better than you". It is thin/thick during the chinwag with the Metatron as he refuses to go to heaven, which I would read as both Aziraphale was being selfish (because in the beginning he had no reason to say no except wanting to be with Crowley) but also by the end he was in danger. It's thick/thin delivering the news to Crowley, which it only does in protection/helping mode. Until they're directly in front of the elevator, where it's thin/thick until the end: Aziraphale's in danger.
If you go through the data in the chart above, and combine it with what colors are shown on the bowtie and the scene as a whole, you can figure out more of what's going on in each scene. You *can* interpret things many ways but I do think there's an intended meaning and that they have told us what that's supposed to be, we just need to do the grunt work to figure it out. You don't gotta like the intended interpretation, but you should know what it is so you can better blaspheme properly if that's what you're going to do.
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