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constantfragmentation · 2 months

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Would you mind dropping some thoughts about yandere!Silco?

Oh dear, Silco the Conundrum.

I honestly think this fits Silco perfectly.

Silco has always been loved starved. Orphan. He's had to claw his way through shit for everything. He doesn't trust easily if at all.

I think he might have become obsessed with Vander in a way. I can see him as being bisexual. Now, whether he's fully acted on his desires, that can be debated.

In one way, I think Silco saw Vander as the kind of man he wanted to be. Big, braun, respected, lethal, etc. They become brothers and while Vander kept the top spot, everything was okay in this relationship. But, sooner or later, Silco gets tired of playing second fiddle OR start questioning the man he looked up to. You put someone on a pedestal so high, they're going to fall.

Silco was willing to sacrifice himself for the cause and expected others around him to be the same. Willing to do anything to attain that goal.

Post drowning, Silco still loves his friend and maybe hopes he'll see the light but he will sacrifice Vander or anyone else if he as to. He still loves Vander in a way that he believes he can still 'change' him. If not, he'll use him because he can't let it go.

Letting shit go, in not in Silco's wheelhouse. Even though he tells Jinx to do that, he obviously has never gotten over his own betrayal. Everything he's become has stemmed from that.

On the romantic partner side of things, he can be very much the same.

Silco is the opitome of possessive and jealous over someone he cares about.

He's more than happy to kill Jinx's only sister to keep his daughter.

If he cares about you? Yup, same.

It will have taken some time and effort on your part to get close to him. If you managed that, then you should know him by now and that if you're still game, you must know how he operates.

He doesn't show affection often. It might be something very little like a glance or a touch. A super soft drag of his finger along your arm.

Praising a job well done (chances are you work for him or in league with him in some way). He appreciates hardwork, dedication and honesty. However, your honesty better be in line with his views. He can accept your opinion as long as it's not in contrast to who and what he is.

He won't say "I love you", rather saying "I need or want you" instead. But don't mistake those words for lacking emotion. He means it.

Will he kill everyone and everything to keep you? Yes. Will he sacrifice himself to save you? Yes, but he will do everything in his power to not have to do that if possible. He will also let you know that if you do anything stupid to put him at risk, you're in big trouble. Plus, he will remind you constantly that he saved your sorry ass.

You're in debted to him forever. He doesn't take that shit lightly.

Silco has a great capacity to love but it is toxic. He is broken emotionally and pyschologically. He can go from one extreme to the other.

He might surprise you when he's very tender. Then he can be straight up violent in his passion and own needs. He has so much built up stress and emotion and unfortunately it comes out when it feels like it and it could be you or any other poor soul on the receiving end.

That could be in the form of an argument over something very trivial or seriously rough sex that he won't apologize for afterwards, even if he feels he went too far.

He could softly caress you while you're sleeping, letting his tender and vulnerable side open up when no one is watching. He cares but he tries so hard not to show it. If he cares, that could be seen as a weakness.

God forbid someone tries to hurt you. They are dead. No one touches someone he cares about. He won't leave it to Sevika or someone else to carry out. Nope. He will be very hands on and not with a gun. He will take his damn time.

You go after him or something/one he cares about, he will take out everything in return. He will burn you, your family, business, everything to the ground.

Very posssessive and jealous. Silco has always felt inferior in some way. He was always in Vander's shadow and in some ways he covers it up by being ice cold.

So, if you are tender with him he might reject it at first. He's not used to it, can't comprehend someone would be like that with him, could love him for him. Touched starved is an understatement.

Don't be flippant or coy with him. He doesn't want to play those games. Don't flirt with others. Once he decides you're his, you belong to him whether you know it or not.

Don't give him any reason to mistrust you. Once you've earned his trust and respect, it's even harder to keep.

He might hurt you first to prevent from him being hurt (ever again). Don't give him reason to suspect anything.

He might lock you in your room for your own protection/good...and who knows what that might mean and why.

Ultimately, he is in control at all times. He might lose it in a moment of lust or tenderness but it is only for a moment.

#frags answers #silco #silco headcanon #yandere silco

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primus-why · 1 year

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I really love the headcanon that, to tfa warbuilds, challenging an authority figure can also be seen as flirting.

I especially love to imagine Optimus' crew having to temporarily team up with Megatron to take down a threat, and as the leaders continue to butt heads over tactics/protocol, all the 'Bots are like "omg so scary poor Optimus 😣" while the 'Cons are like "omg get a room already 🙄"

#megop #tfa #like i wanna see Megs confront OP in a hallway and they get into a verbal spat #Ratchet is looking on warily until Strika comes up and says something like ''heh. young love amiright?''#which prompts a convo about Decepticon culture #later Ratch is talking to OP privately like ''there's no right or wrong answere here... but...... do you uh. have an Interest in someone?''#''possibly someone on this very ship?''#and OP is like ''??? um??? not any serious interest if that's what you mean??? why???''#and Ratch is like ''oh no reason! but that's good! yup its all good. dont worry about it.''#but then another argument ensues and Ratch watches closely and he finally comes to the conclusion that Megs Definitely wants to frag #and OP.......... doesn't seem all that aware of that fact.#so he has to lay it out for him the next night #cue Op panicking because ''holy shit me??? the Leader of the cons wants to frag ME????? why??''#''we've been nothing but antagonistic this whole time! i would have thought he hated me!''#ratch: ''according to strika if he'd hated you he would have squashed you like a beetle by now if that's of any help.''#''not really but thanks ratchet''

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smokee78 · 6 months

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I stumbled on a post of yours from a couple months ago and was wondering if you'd still be ok answering a question I/we (DID system) have about fusion?

We were told initially that fusion is always an intentional decision made by the alters who will be fusing with each other, and that it feels like both/all of them become one with each other, not like a death.

But we've seen a few people talk about experiencing what they say was accidental, unwanted fusion, that they very much did experience as the death of one of the alters instead of as becoming one, so now we're really confused and scared. Some of us are open to the idea of fusing/becoming one with each other someday, but we don't want to feel like we don't have control over it or will be losing anybody.

Was your experience that fusion had to be an intentional decision and that everyone is "still there" just as one person? Or no? If you don't mind my asking of course.

some parts/fragments/alters are temporary. this happens more often in polyfrag systems, a part splits to do a task/hold an event/emotion, and once it is over, they dissipate. this can be longer term events, like living somewhere for a few months, or very specific, like dealing with the news of a bad phone call.

alter death is not real as I'm sure you know, a part of your brain cannot simply die. however, processing changes can be met with grief and experienced as similar to death and loss in perception. It's like how the inner world, and pseudomemories aren't real, but their representations have real impact and representation.

fusions of this manner are not the same thing as fusing to heal. healing fusions are done deliberately, with direct OR indirect permission.

in the case of nearly all my fusions, they were indirectly consented to. as a whole, we agreed to work towards fusing the system down to a smaller size and pursuing final fusion as a goal. however, as we healed from trauma, many alters we didn't expect to fuse simply disappeared into the system at large, or fused with another part we didn't expect to fuse with.

it did cause mass long term blurriness, with very few periods of clear fronters until we were down to around 12 parts. (started at 90+,)

I will say if you went into therapy with a different mindset, one of needing to have that control and work deliberately on fusing specific parts, that is likely how you would experience that. we didn't need that control, and so our healing process was largely blurry instead of meticulous.

does that make any sense? (genuinely) I really do believe so much of the healing process is mindset. I 100% believe if I went into the healing process with doubts or concerns about fusion, the walls I put up would have prevented me from fusing, at least as much as I did in the way I did.

our last alter to fuse, stem, was not ready to do so until the day of her final fusion. she stayed dominant, even as smaller parts latched onto her, until it was just us left.

the only reason she was able to commit to the last act of fusion was because leafy acknowledged her, acknowledged her struggles, the hard work she did, and her individuality as a part. and that recognition and gratefulness was enough to let her feel safe so that we could fuse. she didn't have to hurt and hold that struggle alone anymore, we could be together.

#final fusion #leafy answers #please lmk if theres any followup questions #from anyone!#did #osdd #actually did #actually poly frag #polyfragmented #actually plural #pluralgang

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image-thot · 9 months

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Have you done a Blitzwing (TFA) measurements yet?? I just discovered your blog and last night I was RACING TO JOT DOWN SOME OF YOUR STUFF ON MY NOTES APP (iykyk) You’re so cool

Yes, I have 😊 here's the link to the original post.

I do have a new spreadsheet on the way to make it easier for people to access and look for their fav characters 😃

But here's Tfa Blitzwings Spike Stats:

Length: 65.4 cmDiameter: 16.0 cmCircumference: 50.3 cm Transfluid Count: 1257.1 ml (That's 1.25 litres) Will you Survive? Sadly your body won't make it 😭 But you almost reach your daily fluid intake from his load alone 👀 So that's a plus

I'm glad you enjoy my blog and my work 💜

#transformers #valveplug #tfa #tfa blitzwing #transformers blitzwing #maccadams #answered #yes this information is going to be used in degenerate ways #robot spikes #You can Frag it if you want I can't stop you #idk how to tag this

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skeletalheartattack · 5 months

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If you were a chulip character how would players kiss you?

find and present to me a working copy of Dragon Ball Z Budokai 1 for the PlayStation 2 and you can kiss my stupid ass

#ask #anon #for a more serious and personal answer. idk i imagine you'd have to see and accept me at my weirdest. otherwise NO kisses. NO love.#you cannot 100% the game if you cannot accept me for the weird fucked slop i am #i also deal 98 hearts of damage if you fuck it up. and i wont appear for 30 ingame days. need time to recover.#best hope you didnt leave me as one of the last citizens you had to kiss #you could savescum i guess to bypass the wait time #but deep down id know #the only character in chulip to have a mr resetti mechanic #another silly answer would be that youd have to find a working beta of tf2 with grenades still intact. but thats impossible im afraid.#but even then i dont think i feel that attatched to the beta. its just the researcher in me who wants to see how the viewmodels look #like we know what the dynamite packs viewmodel looks like. but not really anything else im afraid.#we have an idea of what some viewmodels wouldve included with their model #like the bear trap has an unused portion of its UV sheet that displays what wouldve likely been meant to be a chain #so i wonder how a chain wouldve been adapted with the beartraps viewmodel #like is it a cluster of them on the end of the chain and the scouts spinning it.#or is the viewmodel of one with a chain wrapped around the jaws to help its viewmodel have a more solid silhouette #the frag grenade has what i assume to be the uv portion of a pin #im just fascinated by scrapped content i think.#anyway thank you for the ask anon #i kinda wish i had a game i couldve listed with a funnier title but. dbz budokai is the one that sticks out in my mind

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foxilayde · 1 year

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I know we’ve talked a lot about what the OI boys smell like, but what are the scents they’re attracted to? Like what perfume are they smelling at a bar or a club or the grocery store and are like “damn I need to ask them out” - if that makes sense 💜

Santiago I think is most susceptible of all the boys to getting lured in by a sexy perfume. And he loves Black Opium by YSL. and Good Girl by Carolina Herrera.

Steven likes Vanillary by Lush and Egyptian Musk by Kuumba Made

I don't really see Marc being into scents. He might appreciate something light and natural like Aesop's Tacit, but its not turning his head.

Jake. Good Girl Gone Bad by Kilian. All the Kilian perfumes honestly. Angel's Share, Love Don't Be Shy, etc. Like catnip to him.

Nathan probably doesn't like anything that smells too strongly. I think he appreciates a close to the skin scent like Ghost In The Shell by ELDO, 11 11 by Lake and Skye, Not A Perfume by Juliet Has A Gun, or North Bondi by Ouai and only small small doses on the wrist.

Poe is a sucker for the caramel pistachio-y Bum Bum cream scent, Brazilian Crush Cheirosa 62 by Sol De Janerio.

Blue is a freak. the 1970's formulation of Shalimar by Guerlain or Chanel no 5.

Leto has a great appreciation for MFK scents, he can sniff out Baccarat Rouge 540 and will inhale your neck like the bouquet of a fine wine. He's also partial to MFK's Amyris Femme.

Jonathan- he likes sentimental, uncomplicated scents. Clinique Happy or CK One.

Jack from Mojave - Angel by Mugler. or just eau Naturale, brother.

#im sorry this took me months to answer #I've been thinking about this a LOT #frag HCs #Oscar Isaac Characters

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ask-the-toy-box · 1 year

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OH WISE SARAH OF THE TOY BOX! GIVE US YOUR WISDOM!

Sarah with an H is a different Spartan, this is Sara Frag, more commonly referred to as Sara the Pink Spartan.

#sara the pink spartan #sara frag #but only on official documents #question #answer #ask

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dodgebolts · 10 months

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Where did you go? Are you okay? :(

HI ANON sorry for disappearing D: I've been busy getting ready to head back to school/moving across the country again so I've pulled back on being online bc I need to focus on that more but hopefully I'll be around more when vidcon/la velada/twitchcon start up!! I'm definitely still around just not so much on tumblr ykyk

#I've been a lot more focused on vct with masters goin on now so I've just been mostly keeping to myself on my privtwt #and annoying the shit out of my friends with my vct posting #also I got val the other day and have been getting pity carried by friends so shoutout to the gang for letting me agent steal/bottom frag #also Well unfortunately the weird vibes started getting to me and I just didn't feel like subjecting myself to that energy so I took a brea #and that just got a little longer as my procrastinating ass finally got caught up with LOL #I miss u guys though!! <333 appreciate u reaching out :>#lyss answers #anon tag

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blitzwingz · 1 year

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TAG DUMP !

#the wise ;; ic icewave #the fighter ;; ic firestarter #the fool ;; acidrain #aesthetics ;; icewave #aesthetics ;; firestarter #aesthetics ;; acidrain #musings ;; icewave #musings ;; firestarter #musings ;; acidrain #queries ;; answered asks #what the frag ;; crack #follow the leader ;; memes #you are being deceived ;; ask memes #cha cha cha ;; psa #i am zim! ;; ooc #status report ;; ic status #queue are you ;;#informational report ;; headcanons

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leona-florianova · 2 years

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Its really making me mad, that the few precious moments of resurfacing from nauseating brain fog, into the sea of crisp clarity, happen only whenever I accidentally walk into something and bonk my head enough.

Looks like the fool really needs to be hit with a big wooden mallet to function properly, huh?

#clown behaviours and actions #google google when i search headaches stop after i hit my head its really what i mean and want.. i #also want a whole medical study but im not getting that #wenting #personal #but seriously googling variations on this is not giving me many answers #anyone else here also feels way better after just mild head trauma?#dont try it at home btw #also i dont make this a habit because head injuries can cause some serious problems #but i really feel ok now >:V #so what the frag #under pressure tun tu du dun tu tun du #text post

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constantfragmentation · 2 months

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In real life, do you think Id be difficult to have a serious relationship with Silco? I'm curious

Oh hell yes.

That man is nothing BUT difficult. My psychologist would have a field day dissecting him.

Even before the drowning, he has serious issues.

He's intelligent (self-taught more than anything) and knows it. That man has some serious rage and inferiority complexes to deal with. He doesn't like to be second. Vander taught him that. And that I'm in the mindset that Silco has always been the brains of the smuggling/revolution outfit.

Post drowning. My man has the biggest trust issues on the planet. You wrong him and you might as well just die because he'll kill you. He might mame first or find something that is worse than death, so yeah, don't cross him.

Silco values intelligence, patience, loyalty and yes, passion. He is very passionate about his core beliefs and I'm betting that passion is very much alive elsewhere. When he's in the mood, you better be too.

He can be a very generous lover. The skinny boys always packing the meat, and he also knows it. In the beginning it might be all about his pleasure but once he starts to give two shits, he will find ways to tease and please. Silco is also a bit of a sadist. He will draw that shit out until you're begging him.

Don't play coy or the tease with him. He doesn't have time for that bs.

He might play with you at first. See if you're worth more than some quick shags. Then he'll test you. Just how loyal are you? Little by little and this could take some time before he has the TINIEST bit of trust in you.

At this point, you're probably the sidechick but more than a quickie.

If your patience and dealing with his constant bs and mood swings have paid off, he just might consider you partner material. He still doesn't share everything and keeps one foot firmly planted on the ground, keeping his emotions in check (as always), but he's allowed you just enough and if you're not ok with that, your ass is getting kicked back down to sidechick or he's decided he's done. Again, trust.

If you're looking for romance, chances are that isn't happening. He might do it to fuck with you. A game. He might offer small gestures to let you know he sees you, shows a bit of tenderness when no one is watching. Granted that 'tenderness' might be him giving you a warning before surprising you with anal sex tonight.

Jinx better love you. If not, it's all over. She is #1 so you better be okay with that.

If he has put Sevika or one of his goons to guard you, you know you know mean something. Unfortunately, if that's the case, Silco knows others will see you as a liability and possible weakness, so now you're a target. I hope you're ok with that.

Granted, if anyone does come for you (and misses), you'll know by now that Silco will Fucking.Go.To.TOWN on their ass. Silco, I believe will burn the world for the person he cares about.

#frags answers #silco #silco headcanon

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julianbrandtrelated · 1 year

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Die Kommentare unter dem Tiktok. Schnell weg hier 🏃‍♀️

Stellt euch vor, die Fans kommen "Schau mal, ich hab mir deinen Namen (und warum auch immer das Geburtsdatum???) tätowieren lassen 🥰" und Julian "Ach cool. 😨"

Ich frag mich, macht man sich davor gar keine Gedanken oder redet da mal mit jemand außerhalb des eigenen Fandoms drüber? Also no front, aber man kann das ja selber an sich wunderbar beobachten, wie schnell man andere Interessen entwickelt: Vor 2 Jahren oder so, wusste ich gefühlt alles von ihm und war richtig investiert. Heute weiß ich nicht mal mehr wann er Geburtstag hat. 🙃

Bitte Freunde, bevor ihr euch sowas tätowieren lasst, versetzt euch mal in eurer Zukunfts-Ich und denkt logisch über sowas nach.

#answer #julian brandt #frag mich auch wie man sowas dem Partner erklärt 😂#ich würde mich in Grund und Boden schämen 😂😂

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kagscore · 3 months

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𝜗𝜚 playing games with the boys

feat. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi rin note. this is self indulgent because i wanna play league with nagi i fear ૮꒰⸝⸝> <⸝⸝꒱ა i hope you enjoy ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing rocket league with 𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 looks like . . .

the two of you sitting in his bedroom, you curled up in his lap as you hold the controller. he holds your hands with his, moving the controller and pressing the buttons for you so you can get a grasp of the movements you need to know. slowly but surely, he lets you take full control and quietly cheers for you as you score goals and block them in his favorite game—car soccer. he's almost brimming with excitement at the idea of teaching you all sorts of tricks—flip resets, [insert other terminology]—anything so that eventually the two of you can play duos together and dominate the game. shows you how to decorate your car, the types of cars you can get and laughing when you ask if you could just drive a vw beetle instead. gets himself a second remote to play on his xbox when he thinks you’re finally starting to get the game and trying to cheer you up when you lose your first game duo’d together.

“you sure you wanna keep playing? i know it isn’t the easiest thing in the world…” “i think it’s so cute you wanna get good at this game baby, of course we can play when you come over again.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing league of legends with 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 looks like . . .

nagi absolutely tossing you in headfirst into aram, knowing that you won’t get kills or assists and will die a lot but absolutely sweating his balls off so that he can still carry you to a win. you ask a lot of questions about who you’re playing, who you’re playing against, your abilities and ultimates and just generally what to do and him answering every single question you ask with patience and a soft explanation. sometimes you do questionable things in game, but he just laughs and says it’s okay. congratulates when you finally figure out who you want to main, celebrates when you get your first kill, and even buys you that skin you want as a gift for taking the time to play a game with him and spend time with him. always rerolls his character in aram, trying to find someone you like and getting a bit teary eyed when you recognize his favorite character to play once.

“it’s your favorite character, babe, swap me for them.” “i know you’re new, but please stop dying to tower. i’ll even take us out for dinner, i’m begging.”

⊹˚. ᡣ𐭩.𖥔 ݁ ˖ playing valorant with 𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍 looks like . . .

rin trying his hardest every game you play together to be the top frag to impress you subtly, and him avenging you every time you die because how could he let his person die without killing the person that killed you? drops you his gun skins and even switches them when you guys wait in queue to skins you prefer—if he doesn’t have the skin you like, he always gives it to you when he finds and kills the person with it in a game. goes into deathmatches to one v. one you to try and help you learn the mechanics of the game and the shooting. if anyone is rude to you in a game, he’s immediately cursing and hexing their family and generational lineage in his head/in chat. he doesn’t like talking in game, but will if it means defending you against everyone else being mean because you’re bottom fragging. buys you your first skin after you get your first kill and periodically logging into your account to buy you more and surprise you sometimes.

“you should try a duelist if you want to get more kills, my love.” “now we just need to get you an ace, and we can do something special.”

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bugboioli23 · 3 months

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Swerve x Human!Reader

Disclaimer: I haven't written fic for a few years so my skills are gonna be a bit shit to be honest, any criticism is welcome and id love to hear what you guys think 💚

THIS IS 18+ - size difference, valveplug, oral sex, fingerfucking, doggy style, riding - 2911 words - AFAB reader but no pronouns are used

You and Swerve had been friends since you stepped foot on the Lost Light. Something about his chatterbox personality and sitcom-like humor had you beaming whenever you were around him. The best nights were spent perched on the edge of the bar counter, rambling for hours on end with Swerve. Tonight was one of those nights. It was after the doors had closed, the bar empty and silent aside from the laughter ricocheting from the both of you.

“Really?!” You yelped, eyes wide in surprise as you stared at the grinning minibot.

“I'm telling you! You wouldn't believe the amount of mechs who come by here asking for you!” Swerve replied with a chuckle, shaking his helm in shared disbelief. “Not only that but they actually think they could frag you! I'm probably one of the few bots on here who could frag you full sized.” Swerve paused, face freezing for a second as he quickly backtracked on his statement. “I mean- not that we would- NOT THAT I WOULDN'T WANT TO- I'm sure you’d make a lovely frag- NOT LIKE THAT- I JUST MEANT- im sorry- ” Swerve seemed to shrink in on himself as he continued to mumble to himself anxiously.

Your face burned red at the idea. The thought of a bot being stuffed between your folds, trembling at the foreign sensation of the wet flesh of your cunt. You wondered about the anatomy that laid hidden under the panels of your metallic friends. How similar are you compared to them? Just how compatible are your species? You already had gotten an enlightening talk from Brainstorm about Cybertronian anatomy after you explained human anatomy to him. (For his holoforms of course. No other reason.) You knew what you could take, but the fresh reality that this could happen left blood rushing south.

“Uhm�� ____? You good? I hope I didn’t make you uncomfortable or anything. I should’ve kept my mouth shut, I’m sorry.” Swerve looked at you apologetically. His light pout and the puppy eyes you could barely see behind his visor brought forth images that made warmth surge through your body once more. How would Swerve act if you asked him to fuck you? He seemed like the type of Cybertronian who wouldn’t mind a little experimenting with humans. He seemed like the type to whimper; the type to beg.

Heat flushed through your face as reality caught back up to you. You flashed him a bright smile and waved your hand dismissively.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m alright. Just thinking.” You glanced at Swerve, who looked unconvinced. “Hey, weren’t you and Blurr going to open a bar before you came here?” You asked out of nowhere, hoping to turn his attention onto something else. It seemed to work because he was already telling you about how Blurr was secretly his best friend. While the bartender was distracted, you let your thoughts turn back to the ideas at hand. You found Swerve to be adorable, the way he seemed to always work with a smile despite people talking poorly about him. His fascination with your species’ tv and music and how he would light up when you offered another film for movie nights. After tonight’s conversation, you decided it’s now or never to shoot your shot with him.

“Swerve?” You looked him up and down with a smile, interjecting his speech on Blurr’s latest record break. “Do you think fragging a human would be possible?” You spoke sweetly, letting your voice fall an octave to emphasize your intentions.

“Uhm, wouldn't Ratchet be better at answering that than I would?” Swerve thought he was hearing things. In his mind there was no possible way that you just asked what you had asked. His head must've made that up. It had to be some kind of self inflicted auditory hallucination. The way you smiled softly and rested a hand on his arm before leaning closer must also be a trick of the optics.

“Swerve, darling. I asked you for a reason.” You replied coyly, glancing up at him with an endearing grin. He felt his intake hitch and a sliver of charge run down his frame.

“Oh.” He choked out, face tinted with the rush of energon. His cooling fans kicked on with just the mere suggestion of what tonight could entail. “I- I suppose we could- figure it out…” He grinned shyly.

“That’s a good mech.” You purred, wide grin never faltering as you hopped down from the counter. You sauntered out of the bar with a new sense of confidence, only pausing to gesture to him to follow before the doors closed behind you. Swerve had to take a minute to collect his thoughts before practically sprinting after you.

Your habsuite was uniquely modified for your species. Instead of a hard metal berth, you had a cushy soft bed adorned with a mass of plushies, pillows and blankets. Soft lighting glowed from lower points in the room instead of one harsh light from above. It had your special charm to it, and Swerve wanted to spend every moment he could in there with you.

“So,” You started plopping yourself down on the edge of your bed, patting the spot next to you, “I’m going to skip all the pleasantries here, I want you to fuck me.”

Swerve let out a whine, feeling a surge of arousal flooding through his systems. His spike pressurized quickly, becoming heavy behind his panels with an embarrassingly loud thud. “Did you have to be so bold about it?” He hissed through clenched dentae as you gazed at him with desire.

“I think it’s more fun to watch your reactions.” You hummed contentedly before climbing into his lap, “Can I kiss you? Would that be okay?” You spoke softly, but your eyes never left his face. Swerve nodded hastily, servos hovering above your body anxiously. His intake opened to start a flood of questions but you cut him off with a kiss, exploring the foreign texture of his pliable metallic face. The strange rubbery feeling of his glossa felt wonderfly new against the soft muscle of your tongue. You let out a soft noise of pleasure against his mouth before you were interrupted by a snap of panels retracting and an enticing pressure laying heavy on your thigh.

“Oh- Slag, sorry I- you’re so- I wasn’t able to-,” Swerve began, but you pressed a finger to his lips as you looked down to study the new part of him. It was about 8 inches long, the red tip of it already leaking prefluids. It was mostly white, with a stripe of red along the underside decorated with biolights which pulsed needily. You trailed your hand lightly along the length, your fingers barely unable to touch around the girth of it. You looked back up at Swerve who was hiding behind his servos, face tinted pink with energon.

“Listen… I know I’m not as big as other bots but please… don’t stop whatever you were planning to do.” Swerve mumbled shyly, peeking at you between his digits.

“Oh, hun. You don’t have to worry about anything. You’ve got more than enough for me to enjoy.” You smiled, sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. “May I?” You asked, wanting to explore his anatomy further.

He let out a shaky exvent with a nod and you ran your fingers along the grooves and panels of the Cybertronian anatomy. It wasn’t until you had gotten eye level with his spike that you had noticed his valve. It was dripping with transfluid and the hooded node was glowing a beautiful blue. You looked up at him from your position, eyes full of lust.

“Change of plans. Lean back for me, I’ve gotta taste you.” You purred, firmly pushing against his midsection lightly as he rested his back against the wall of pillows. You gently pushed his thighs open and trailed two fingers against the slick folds of his valve, coating your fingers in the sticky substance. You studied your digits before popping them into your mouth. The pink fluid was metallic and sour, but addicting in a strange way. You wanted more. Spreading his folds with one hand, you delved into his valve. Swerve watched, entranced by the way you slid the flat of your tongue against him. The sensation made him let out soft groans, which encouraged you more. You took your other hand and gently circled his anterior node, ghosting the edges of it teasingly. Your tongue dove into his entrance and you felt the inner calipers twitch and throb with need.

“Oh frag… you’re good a-at this. I’m- hnghh… I don’t have enough stamina for t-this!” Swerve whined as you moved the hand separating his folds and you backed away from his plush valve.

“Don’t worry, you are doing so good. Just lie back and let me take care of you, okay?” You cooed and went back to lapping at the transfluid that fell from his folds. One hand finally gave his anterior node pressure while your other hand went up to stroke at his spike lazily. The result of your combined actions had Swerve clawing at the sheets, his intake falling open as he gasped and mewled out so many words you couldn’t tell what he was saying until it was too late.

Warm fluid gushed over your face as he overloaded while you were still tongue deep in his valve. His spike throbbed in your hand as you felt more transfluid land in your hair and shoulder.

“FRAG- Ah- hah…!” Swerve whined as his frame trembled through the aftershocks. “Oh slag im so sorry!” His visor came back online just in time to witness your mouth and jaw covered in dripping pink fluids.

You licked your lips and wiped your face with your shirt before taking it off and tossing it aside. “Hey.. hey no worries. It’s okay. You’re okay.” You kissed his cheek, patting his thigh softly. “You did amazing. I’m so glad I could make you feel good.”

Swerve let out another high whine, seeing your chest bare before him. He slowly raised his servos to graze the flesh around your nipples. You sighed softly and raised your hands to press his servos more firmly to your skin. Swerve was still panting from his previous overload but he leaned in to press his lips gently against your sternum. His servos wandered up to press and massage at your nipples, circling them like you did to his node earlier. Your back arched, pushing your chest further into his servos as your mouth fell open softly. Swerve looked up at you, visor glowing with excitement and awe. “You’re stunning. I mean- frag, look at you, coated with my overload. Mine…” He breathed out, eyes trailing down your body to rest at your pants. He seemed to swallow before shakily continuing. “D-Do you still want me t-to..you know.. t-”

“I still want you to fuck me, Swerve.” You finished for him, moving your hands to swiftly undo the buttons of your pants, pulling off your undergarments at the same time and tossing them behind you. You grabbed onto his wrist and guided his fingers up towards your wet folds. Swerve got the hint and gently worked one finger into the tight heat of your cunt. He could feel the gentle pulse and pull of your walls around his digit, and he could barely imagine what it would feel like around his spike. After he felt you loosen up a bit, he slid in a second digit. You let out a gasp and a soft groan at the stretch, knowing that this was just the beginning if you wanted to be prepared to take his spike.

Swerve gently curled and flexed his digits, exploring your sex thoroughly as his processor worked overtime to memorize which movements felt the best for you. His audials turned to max sensitivity to be sure he could hear every whine and murmur of praise that fell from your lips. He could feel the second rush of energon repressurising his spike the more he pumped his digits into you. You glanced down between the both of you to smirk at his array before leaning in and pressing another kiss to his jaw.

“Awh, look at you,” You cooed, lifting your hips up to grind the tip of his spike against your clit. Swerve let out a strained whine as his hips bucked up involuntarily. Your smirk only grew. “You’re such a pretty mech for me.”

“Hnf s-stop…” Swerve whispered bashfully, turning his helm away as energon rushed to his faceplates once more.

“I mean it.” You continued, slowly easing yourself down on his spike as you guided his gaze to meet yours. Swerve’s intake fell open and his spinal struts arched as your body enveloped his length. His servos flew to your hips when he finally bottomed out inside you. The heat of your cunt pressed upon every sensor and node on his spike with such certainty that he could barely concentrate on your words.

“Hhoh fraggghh, how are you s-so- so-ooHHFRAG-” Swerve had started to speak but you decided that now was the time to lift your hips and slam yourself back down. You started to ride the mech like an animal, your hips popping up halfway only to quickly push him back inside. Swerve let out a chorus of moans and yelps as his servos twitched against the soft plush of your thighs, squeezing every now and then to ground himself. It wasn’t until your legs started to burn that you were reminded of something. You quickly stopped your movements and grinned down at Swerve as he abruptly gasped and looked at you with a beautiful expression of desperation.

“Wh-why- why’dya stop?” Swerve asked, his speech slurred from the sudden absence of pleasure.

“Sorry, but I just remembered that you’re the one who’s supposed to be fucking me.” You pulled yourself off of his spike and he let out a pathetic mewl at the loss of your body. His pout was quickly wiped from his face when he witnessed you getting down on all fours and slyly shaking your hips at him. You turned to smirk over your shoulder at him as he gawked at you. Not another second had passed before Swerve was on top of you, his spike easily finding its way back into your slick folds. He started pounding into you, the weight of his body pressing down nicely on your back as he mounted you.

“Mnh, there you go, good boy Swerve.” You moaned out as his spike pistoned in and out of you, shoving your body into the mattress. Swerve was brought to a mindless ramble as your pussy sucked him in deeper and tightened around him.

“Ahfraggingprimusyouretight-“ Swerve whimpered as you clenched around him harder. Your body trembled as you felt his spike throb inside you. Swerve hovered over you, intertwining his servos over your fingers as he thrust into you rapidly. “F-Frag, ____ I’m not gonna l-last much longer-“

“Good, keep going. I want you to fill me with your transfluid. Overload in me like the good mech you are.” You grinned against the mattress, turning to look at him smugly, reaching down between your legs to rub at your clit. Swerve leaned down to mewl and whine against the back of your neck as he chased his own pleasure, pushing your hips further up with every pump of his hips.

“Fuck, Swerve- I’m-!“ You felt your eyes roll back at the drag of his thickness against your walls and you let out a filthy moan as you hit your climax. You felt the slick of your cum coat his panels as your sex tightened around him. The whimper that left his vocalizer was angelic as he let his spike empty itself within you. Thick ropes of transfluid coated your insides, the warm sensation of sheer fullness bringing you back down from your high. Your body continued to pulse around his spike, milking him of the last of his overload as he gave a few final lazy thrusts.

The two of you lay there panting for a while before he slowly pulled out of you, watching in awe as his cum started to slide down your thighs. You slowly turned and sat up, feeling your combined fluids seeping out of you and onto the sheets.

“Ah… that was… let me get you a towel.” Swerve gasped, stepping to the closet to grab a towel to wipe you down with, wetting it with warm water before gently cleaning you. He lifted and placed you on the other side of the bed, putting the used towel over the wet spot after cleaning and closing his panels.

You stared at the red and white mech with unveiled adoration as he finally sat next to you again. You leaned in and peppered his face with kisses as he gently rubbed your thigh.

“Swerve, you do know how to keep your mouth shut about some things, right?” You murmured sleepily, hoping the bartender could keep his mouth shut for at least a week or two before word got out that the human is a mechfucker.

“Uhuh, yeah. Definitely.” Swerve nodded with determination. You sighed with a small smile, already accepting that your next appearance in the bar would not be the same after this.

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Just wanted to drop you a note to say that I just found you and I am loving the fact I am not the only Price lover here. When I can think straight after all the sexiness....I may think of something to ask you for... Like Female Reader and Price reconnecting after years apart or somesuch Meg xoxo

Thank you so much! You are definitely not alone. If you ever need a Price fix, you know where I'm at 😅 over here! obsessing. lol.

Hope this is sort of what you envisioned!! A million thanks for the ask!

Origami Tigers

It had been a long time since you had crossed his mind. But, as he gingerly plucked the intricately folded origami tiger from his desk, he knew you were there. You were on his base, somewhere.

Part of him wanted to rush off to find you. He let his thumb slide over the shining golden paper, thin as tissue, folded and folded and folded in on itself to make this tiny, stalking beast. It was soft, and so carefully made, and it reminded John of those same qualities that he had found in you.

Why had you left?

It had been out of your control. Your career and his career and the bombs and the guns… it was all a blur. But, ten years had passed since he had held evidence of your paper menagerie in his fingers, and even the thought of your return made his body tingle with the numbness of his shock.

The tiger fit in his chest pocket, right over his heart, and he went on the hunt.

He stalked through the main rooms, searching faces, looking in office windows, waiting for that shock of hair to catch his eye, that shallow sloping shoulder, those tiny frag scars on your left hand…

Just when he thought he had lost you again, he spotted you. You were sitting on top of the hood of his TAC-V, flipping through pages on your datapad, lost in your work. He couldn’t help but sigh at the sight of you. Ten years had been good to you. A woman’s wide hips, a body full of hard work and muscles to show for it, that same glowing skin. He felt like a starving man who had just been fed. He was a machine that had just been plugged back in, a paint pot ready for a brush. Alive.

“Sparrow?” His voice cracked, low and dark in the quiet of the warehouse.

You turned to him and took him in. He had deep smile lines at the corners of his eyes, and his beard had grown out in full. But, that voice. He was your John.

“Hey, tiger,” you grinned, “You found me.”

You jumped down from the vehicle, not knowing how this first meeting would go. Would he be distant? Had he moved on? Did he string a golden ring through his neck chain every morning, or was he single? Did he even want you anymore?

Your questions were all answered at once.

He scooped you up in his arms, big and heavy, crushing you to his chest. You cried out in relief, saying his name, muffled, your face pressed into his broad chest,

“John…”

“Little bird.”

He pulled you away from him, cupping your cheeks in his hands, and you saw those bright blue irises gleam with fresh, unshed tears. Worry and concern were at war with hope and certainty all over his face, and without so much as a breath of hesitation, he crashed into you with a kiss.

The softness of his lips was so familiar, so comfortingly known, your body responded on instinct, remembering all of the rewards that came with this feeling of his skin on your skin. You celebrated in each other, tasting the inside of your mouths, licking each others’ tongues, trying to scent the other’s past.

It was as if each kiss and suck and nip at each other was asking: Where have you been?

Another kiss answered back: Away from you, my love.

A deep caress with his tongue begged for clarity: Away? Come back to me.

You convinced him with a chaste kiss on his shaven chin: I’m here.

And here was all that mattered.

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