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rawmeknockout · 1 year

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i hate getaway with a passion. but i KNOW that dick is GOOD. there has to be a reason why he was one of the hottest mechs aboard (according to jro anyway) sooo uh. reader rly enjoying that nasty spike?

It’s hard doing clerical work all day. It’s a cushy job most of the time, the benefits are good enough, and your skill set is perfect for it. But the mechs are the most infuriating, frustrating, unpredictable part of it. The part that you can’t just push off until later or snap at. You would rather take your chances back sassing Ultra Magnus than any of the volatile mecha onboard the Lost Light.

The worst of them all: Getaway.

You can’t really put your digit on why he’s the worst. He’s charming and funny most of the time, he proclaims to hold Autobot values very close, and he’s well-liked. But in your experience, he can also be passive-aggressive and pushy. It’s not that he strong-arms you into anything, but… You’ve certainly learned he won’t take no for an answer. Even though you try to be as friendly and accommodating as possible, sometimes you just don’t have the solution crew members are looking for. No matter how many appeals they file.

You get the feeling Getaway thinks he can charm his way into anything if he tries hard enough. Maybe he thinks other mechs’ minds are just a lock that needs particular picking. Maybe he’s just not used to being told no. Either way, you don’t know how you gave him the impression you would want to sleep with him, but when he offers to bend you over your own desk for a hard frag…

It’s hard to say no when you’re forced to watch the most handsome mechs you’ve ever seen walk around the ship like their frames aren’t optic candy. So many handsome mechs and you’re so sure that your (unofficial) position as Magnus’ assistant makes all of them off limits. One bad decision in your tenure can’t be firing worthy.

Getaway’s thrusts shudder and jolt the precious silly novelty items on your desk, scattering your neat stack of datapads. If you had taken a moment to think through your decision, you would’ve put all your items away into your desk. That stupid Rodimus-shaped rubber duck (a present from the mech himself) topples to the floor with a mournful quack. You catch the barely stifled chuckle from Getaway, but you don’t think it’s very funny. You like that duck.

Offlining your optics, you focus on his spike inside you. It’s an agonizingly perfect fit, fucking into that soft spot inside your valve that’s somehow so difficult to find with digits alone. You meant to buy a false spike ages ago, but it slips your processor every time. It doesn’t help that your habsuite is smack dab in the middle of the hotspot for battles whenever there’s rogue Decepticons, or sparkeaters, or evil sentient plants that come out of a rift in reality that Brainstorm created. Using Getaway’s spike would be a much nicer, cheaper replacement for relief. Assuming he doesn’t make you buy him a drink first. Swerve’s prices haven’t gotten any cheaper.

Even though he’s clearly just as cocky about how he fucks as he is at his most renowned skill, Getaway certainly has a reason to be. Two of his slender digits press firm circles into your anterior node, completely neglecting your dripping spike, as he fills your valve. You’re entirely focused on humping his circling digits, the added pressure of having him inside you just pushes you closer to overload. His thrusts deep and rapid. It’s difficult to voice it, in fact you would rather die than say it, but you want him to keep fucking you through your overload. Into however many subsequent overloads he would deign to give you, toppling through them like dominos. The bite of your own desk against your hip plates, your servos clutching desperately at the edges, knowing a mech could walk in and see you, it’s a euphoria you want to clutch onto. You want Getaway to wear you down with the pleasure, use your valve until his transfluid drips down your thigh plating.

Clerical work is so thankless, all you want is one good night cycle to get you through it.

#asks #txt #transformers #reader insert #reader imagine #transformers idw #tf idw #transformers mtmte #tf mtmte #smut #valveplug #getaway #tf getaway #idw getaway #mtmte getaway

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hrishichaurasiya · 1 year

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lazygamer262 · 2 years

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shalz0606 · 6 months

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mondaymotivation Keep improving yourself, opportunity is coming your way.

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actual-changeling · 10 months

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"Oh, fuck, sorry."

The connector drops with a shattering clang loud enough to echo through their pod, the glass valve inside springing apart on impact and showering her feet in a rain of splinters. In hindsight, working with bare feet is an obvious health hazard, but the sun their current station is orbiting is bringing their cooling systems to their limits, and she'd rather risk a few cuts than overheat. Still, her hands are sweaty, and while this is not the only part that has slipped from her palms so far, it is the first to break.

Cee barely feels the sting of a dozen bloody pinpricks across her skin, too busy sucking in a much needed breath after the last one got stuck in her throat long enough to make her dizzy. She steadies herself against the wall, eyelids fluttering as panic crashes over her in waves, a feeling not as old as she would like it to be, and the internal mantra of not him, not him, not him fades in the light of a new situation. It's not that she is a clumsy person, the opposite, really, yet every small mistake, every slip of hand, every broken glass, or every smoking soldering point had been followed by a gut-wrenching sigh of deep-seated annoyance at best and a bone-chilling surge of words at worst.

Her mind is wandering before she can stop it, memories flickering by like stars, only more horrifying and less beautiful while burning just as bright, and with her vision darkening, the sudden weight of a hand on her shoulder makes her flinch. Glass crunches beneath her soles when her body sways in an attempt to move away, sending pain straight up her leg. The fall she was about to take was only stopped by the very same hand wrapping around her arm.

The collision with Ezra's chest knocks the air out of her as a bitter mixture of anxiety and relief fills her mouth, shame burrowing its way through her skin.

"Sorry, I- sorry."

Catching her breath, her head finds its way to its usual resting place, and she closes her eyes to bury her face fully in his neck.

"Sorry," she mumbles again, her words muffled by his skin, and she isn't even sure what exactly she is apologizing for - dropping the connector or once again flinching away from him.

His arm slips around her back with practiced ease, the pressure of his palm rubbing circles between her shoulder blades not only comforting but gently urging her lungs to relax.

"Nothing to be sorry for, little bird. I should have asked first, I simply meant to prevent you from further injury - not that I was very successful."

The pain fades as tears sting in her eyes instead, and she clamps her jaw shut and grits her teeth to keep them from falling, willing her brain to just shut up. Ezra, she reminds herself, Ezra, not him. Ezra, Ezra, Ezra, his name looping and bouncing around her head, erasing the panic obstructing its path, and she doesn't realize her fingers are clinging to the back of his shirt until her knuckles ache. Cee swallows another bout of tears when he presses a soft kiss to her temple, not loosening his hold but tugging her away from the mess on the floor.

"Come on, birdie, let me fix you up."

#alex writes prospect #prospect 2018 #cee and ezra #ezra and cee #cee prospect #ezra prospect #prospect movie #sharing smth i wrote on discord for my besties #cause they liked it and this fandom is small and we all need the crumbs #if you like tlou I SWEAR you will like prospect #pedro found family father daughter relationship #thats all you need to know #watch prospect and join us in the brainrot

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porkcracker · 8 months

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could you write a small fic about the reader spiking tfa sentinel (or optimus if you don’t feel like writing for sentinel)? hints of marking,,, overstim,,, a collar on him,,, a leash in the reader’s servos,,,

Hello hello, Sentinel is not my favourite, so I tend to get a little mean with him unless specifically requested otherwise, but I think it fits the theme as well. I hope you enjoy this and that it is what you had in mind. Thanks for requesting.

Sentinel Prime x Cyb!GN!Reader

High and mighty he may act when out on the field or really interacting with anyone, the moment the two of you were alone his behaviour changed completely. It was unfortunate no one else got to experience Sentinel like this, his submission truly something beautiful. But alas, a loss for them, a win for you, you mused as you watched your partner's bare equipment. It had been easy to sneak off with your lover and once in your berth room get him all dolled up for you.

Tugging at the leash in your servo, his helm was pulled backwards, so his gaze was directed forwards. "Come on, Sentinel, chin up. Be proud of your position.", you teased him, before striding the last steps forward, wrapping the leash around your servo as you went to keep it tight. Climbing on the berth behind him, you leaned over his back until your intake was right next to his audial, a smirk on your faceplate as you remind him. "Only good bots get to overload, and I don't feel like letting someone who isn't proud of his position overload.".

Grinding your closed panel into his bare valve, you note with amusement and delight that already the dark blue folds were growing wet. "It's so cute how you blush and act all shy, but your valve is already begging me to fill it.", you tell him with a grin, before pressing a kiss to his cheek as you straighten out again, sitting back on your heels. "You're so quiet, turbofox got your glossa?", you grin as he tries to shake his helm, inly to find the collar holding it in place. Between gritted denta Sentinel pressed out his reply. "I'm just waiting for you to get on with it already. I'm a Prime, I got other things to do!" His short bound of back talk is quickly shut down as you push your thumb without preamble into his valve. The blue folds pulled open to reveal his pulsing golden node and his surprised, frantic cycling callipers.

Opening your own panel, your spike is quick to pressurize at the sight before you and once fully extended there is little hesitation as you push the full length of your spike in your lover's valve. His moan is music in your audials, and it only gets better as a pleading whimper leaves the Prime as you pull out again. On the next push in, your name leaves his derma, and it motivates you only further to build up a hard quick pace, each thrust in pushing the Prime's hips forward even with his helm still pulled back by his collar. It is when Sentinel's valve starts to clench irregular that a smirk takes over your pleasure twisted faceplate again and just as the Prime was about to overload you stop, your spike buried deep inside him, but unmoving.

"No- ah please N/A let me overload.", a breathless plead, reaches your audials, and you pat his aft as you start to move again. "There there Sentinel, I'll give you what you need in due time." And with these words you start thrusting again quickly, building the same pace again. And stopping right as he was about to overload again. And starts thrusting again, only to stop once more. It's only when Sentinel is so far gone that he can't even plead for it any more and the most cohesive word out of his intake is your name that you finally relent.

Building a punishing pace of quick and hard, thrusts, you bring him right to the edge and over it. And then keep going. His pleading for an overload, having turned into relief, quickly turns into another kind of desperation. Another overload quickly follows and not long after another, his valve making a wet noise with each thrust and his callipers lose with the repeated overloads, tears gathering in his optics. When you finally overload yourself and bury your spike deep inside as you do so, you lean over his back and bury your denta in his neck cables, leaving visible dents in his cables that he will complain about once he is no longer a strutless pile of well-fragged Prime.

#request #transformers #transformers animated #tfa sentinel prime #sentinel prime #sentinel prime x reader #gender neutral reader #cybertronian reader #valveplug

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mychlapci · 6 months

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Optimus anon

When he does get sparked up again 100% it's not entirely planned, I mean sure his husband plowed into his valve but it wasn't entirely planned

However he isn't complaining, dude does still try to get some work in while he can before he's too big to do anything but lay in bed, although 100% one day he is working his waste tank is overfill, and when realizing what it is he's probably going to the wash racks, to which there full, and before he can go he's forced into a scolding from Ratchet because wtf? Why haven't you refueled yet Optimus?

Optimus can't get a word in before he's dragged to med bay, he refueled, and eventually winds up taken to the back of the med bay and his valve pounded into, he can't warn the medic before his waste tank gives and he winds up passing himself in overload, the more he tries to stop the more piss and lubricant comes out of him

Ratchet is scolding but it's in a teasing manner, and Optimus is a mess before being pounded back into

mhmmm it's not their first kid, they definitely know the drill already, though this time it had been accidental, unplanned, but they can handle spontaneous.

i think Ratchet can tell well when Optimus is ignoring his needs, no scans needed, he sees him shifting his weight from one leg to the other, watches him struggle between focusing on his work and on the pressure below his growing baby-bump. Ratchet purposefully doesn't let him go to the washracks, only makes him drink his energon and before Optimus knows it, he's getting fucked from behind, baby-bump pressing into the soft foam sheets. when his waste tank starts leaking, he doesn't notice at first, attributing the strange feeling below his waist to the pleasure of getting lovingly pounded into... but Ratchet notices, engine revving as a puddle of their shared lubricate and waste builds up below them, staining the sheets. when Optimus overloads and the dam breaks, Ratchet's probably not surprised when he sees piss streaming down the Prime's thighs- it's not the first time this has happened, and even Optimus' bashfulness is feigned at this point. the relief is just too great for him to really care, and he can tell what it does to his husband

#yeah i made it all about the piss stuff. i like the piss stuff what can i say. you dont go to the piss guy and expect something else #valveplug #omo #unsanitary #pregnancy mention #ive been keeping this one for difficult days.

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raaorqtpbpdy · 1 year

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Don't Crack Under Pressure

Written for the Phic Phight Prompt: (Not phantom planet compliant) Danny's finally an astronaut! He's somehow got through college, after barely managing to pull through high school. But after he manages to make it into a NASA rocket and travel to the final frontier, his helmet cracks. So how does he explain how he got through the entire day to the rest of the crew with a cracked helmet? (from @shadowpixel)

Chapter 2: There Isn't Much Air or Gravity There (but the stars will make your heart race)

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[Warnings for space and swearing]

Danny had been stunned by taking an unexpected metal hook to the face. He'd passed out from the sudden pressure change. But he hadn't died. A few minutes later, his body adjusted and he woke up again. Danny blinked, pushed himself to his feet, and looked around. Unable to see clearly through the massive crack like a glass web hanging in front of his face, Danny removed his helmet to detach the visor completely before putting it back on again. The helmet was basically useless now, but he was an astronaut, and he wanted to look the part.

With clear eyes, he looked around again and saw barren metal plains as far as the eye could see. The surface area of the asteroid 16 Psyche, which he was currently stranded on, was approximately sixty-four thousand square miles. He would never be able to find his way back to the ship on his own before the mission ended, if it hadn't already. He had no idea how long he'd been out for.

Danny checked the time indicator on the screen in his suit's left sleeve. About an hour had passed, meaning he'd gotten himself a nice little nap, and Denali would be very nearly back at the ship. Somehow, Danny had to get there on his own.

Luckily, aside from the shattered visor, everything else in Danny's suit seemed the be working just fine. Oxygen was rapidly leaking out of the open face of his helmet, so he closed the valve. No need to waste it like that. He tried contacting the rest of the crew, but the surrounding vacuum swallowed up his words before they reached his mic. He could hear them, but they couldn't hear him.

The rest of his instruments were all working too, thankfully, so he could see the direction and proximity of the ship, which was a massive relief. With the low gravity hampering his speed, though, it was too far to travel on foot. Of course, Danny didn't necessarily have to travel on foot. Danny hovered above the asteroid's surface and took off flying in the direction of the Eros. He had to let his crew know he was okay.

Once the ship was in sight in the distance, Danny took stock of what he could see. It looked like Denali had made it back safe with the probe. Thank the Ancients she hadn't been hurt. Danny was going to fly right up to them before he remembered that they thought he was human, and humans couldn't fly. Instead, once he was close enough for them to see, he landed, and started to skip towards them, since it was faster and easier than trying to walk in low gravity.

One by one, each of his crew mates looked his way. The tinted class of their visors made it impossible to read their expressions, but Danny could only assume they were happy to see him, alive and well.

'Hey guys!' he tried to say, though the words didn't reach his microphone, let alone his crew mates ears. He waved and smiled cheerfully, aiming for casual. It was then that all hell broke loose on his eardrums. He'd totally forgotten that humans also couldn't survive in space with a gaping hole in their helmet.

"Danny what the fuck!?" Denali's voice screeched.

"You're alive?!" Ivy Grace said, her voice hysterical. "How are you alive? How the fuck are you alive? Your visor is fully gone!"

"What the hell are you, and what have you done with Danny?" Simon demanded, pointing an accusatory finger. "Stay back! What the hell is going on?"

"Are you an alien?!" Denali asked. "Are you a zombie?"

'Woah! Calm down!' Danny tried, though the words didn't get to them. He waved his hands defensively in front of himself. 'It's me! I'm okay!'

The rest of the Eros crew continued to freak out. Obviously they weren't getting it. Time for charades! It looked like all those party games Simon made them play were about to pay off. Danny held up two fingers, waved them a bit, hoping the others would get it.

"What is he...?" Denali started to say, but Simon caught on quicker than she did.

"I think he's doing charades," they said. "Two words?"

Danny tapped his nose and nodded. He held up one finger, then tapped it against his arm.

"First word, one syllable." Danny made an 'X' with his arms. "X? No?"

"Not?" Ivy Grace suggested, and Danny pointed to her with one hand and tapped a finger to his nose with the other. Two fingers, one against his arm. "Second word, one syllable."

This one was easy. Danny ran a finger across his throat, and then stuck his tongue out and let his head loll.

"Not dead," Denali said, and Danny pointed at her, nodding fervently. "You're not dead. How are you not dead? You should be suffocating, and freezing to death, and bloating until you choke on your organs all at once right now." Danny grimaced with disgust and shook his head.

"So how are you alive, then?" Simon asked. Danny held up two fingers, then one, then tapped it against his head. "Two words. First word, one syllable." He made the 'X' with his arms again and they got it right away. "Not." Two fingers, he tapped both against his arm. "Second word, two syllables." He gestured to the three of them, and they looked at each other, clearly confused.

"Not... like us?" Denali suggested. "Oh wait, that's three words."

"Astronaut is three syllables," Ivy Grace mumbled.

"Not... uh—no, audible is three syllables too," Simon said thoughtfully. Danny rolled his eyes again and gestured once more. They still didn't get it.

'Alright, I guess I have to spell it out for you,' Danny said uselessly. He held out his hands, palms facing each other, with one index finger bent to it looked like an 'H'. Once they'd all seen, he switched to putting his thumbs out so his hands took the shape of a 'U'.

"Spelling words out is cheating," Simon complained, but Denali and Ivy Grace immediately shushed them.

"This isn't actual charades!" Denali hissed. "This is just the only non-verbal communication we have." Danny continued, making a 'W' with his thumbs and forefingers and turning it upside-down to form an 'M'.

"H-U-M," Ivy Grace said. "Uh, humid? Hummus? Humbug?" Danny shook his head, struggling to form an 'A'. Eventually, he figured it out, steepling his fingers, with one forefinger down to form the line in the center.

"H-U-M-A," Denali said, and hummed in thought.

"Human," Simon guessed, and Danny pointed at them, tapping a finger to his nose with the other hand to indicate that they'd gotten it right. "You're not human.... How are you not human?"

Danny pointed to the ship. 'Can we go back to where there's air so I can actually talk to you guys?' he asked, unheard.

"I think maybe we should get back on the ship," Ivy Grace suggested. "That way we can maybe, you know, hear him?"

"No," Simon said. "Sorry Danny, but as the captain, I have to protect the crew, and that means not letting someone who says they're not human onto the Eros until I know what's what. Denali, go grab a spare helmet of the ship for him. Once there's air in his suit again, we can communicate through our headsets. Is that an acceptable solution?"

Danny nodded, and Denali went to do as Simon told her to. She came back a minute or so later and held out the helmet to Danny, who took the broken one off and let it fall very slowly to the ground before he took the new one. Once the new helmet was firmly in place, he opened the oxygen valve back up again, and waited a minute for the air to be pumped back into his suit.

"Well that's much better," Danny said once his suit was once more intact. "Anyway, sorry for scaring you guys; I didn't really mean to. I thought you should know that I didn't suffocate and die when my helmet was breached."

"What did you mean when you said you aren't human?" Simon asked. Clearly they were wearing their metaphorical captain hat, judging by the seriousness in their tone.

"Right to the nitty-gritty, huh?" Danny said with a sigh. He knew this was going to happen, but he still didn't want it to. "I could give you a really long, complicated explanation, but the short version is, when I was fourteen, my parents built a device that could pierce the barrier between our dimension, and another one. I was involved in a lab accident with that device which... changed me. It turned me into what the people of the other dimension call a halfa, which may or may not be a slur; I'm still unclear on that."

"So what, you're... half alien?" Simon asked, struggling to understand.

"Sort of?" Danny said, see-sawing one of his hands in an ambiguous gesture. "The inhabitants of the other dimension call themselves ghosts, and some of them are the spirits of the dead given new life, and other's are just dimensional aliens formed of ectoplasm. It's really complicated if you get into it."

"So... you're half ghost?" Ivy Grace reiterated, and she swallowed audibly. "You're half dead?"

"Well... yeah, I am," Danny said. "I can switch between this form and a more spooky, ghostly form. Wanna see?" None of them answered, so Danny took that as a 'yes' and transformed into Phantom. Immediately the sensors in his suit whined, warning him that his heart had stopped, but he ignored them. "What do you think?"

"Jesus fuck why do you sound like that?!" Ivy Grace shrieked. "Why's your mic all staticky and freaky all of the sudden?!" Looking down, Danny realized that even though he'd transformed, his suit hadn't. At most, the others had seen the rings. Danny turned back, a little sheepish.

"I guess you couldn't really see, what with the suit," Danny said apologetically. "Ghosts mess with recording devices, which is probably where the static came from. Sorry about that. The point is, I'm fine. I've been like this the whole time, so I'm the same Danny you've always known, you just–" he shrugged uncomfortably–"know a little more about me now." He only noticed how tense his muscles were when his back started to ache from it. "So, are we cool?"

There was silence on the radio again, and even though their faces were obscured by their tinted helmets, Danny could imagine their expressions. Confused. Aghast. Disgusted. Afraid.

"Yeah," Simon said at length. "Yeah, Danny, we're cool."

"I'm just glad we're not going home three instead of four," Denali added.

"Definitely," agreed Ivy Grace, already returning to the samples she'd been collecting when Danny got back.

"I'm gonna go let mission control know that reports of your death were greatly exaggerated," Simon said. "You get started on the Psyche probe diagnostic."

"Aye aye, Captain," Danny gave a mock salute and made a beeline for the probe.

"It's good to have you back," the captain told him, and he smiled.

"Yeah, if you really were dead we were gonna have to fix that hunk of junk ourselves," Ivy Grace added. "And Lord knows I am no engineer."

"Oh, God, same," Denali agreed with a snort.

"Don't talk about Psyche like that," whined Danny, pouting as he lovingly stroked the probes solar panels. "She's not a hunk of junk! She's a lovely lady, aren't you girl." The others laughed. "Now let's see why you've been playing hard to get."

After the reveal, the crew of the Eros was a lot less anxious around Danny that he would have expected them to be. It took some time for them to really internalize the idea, and he did eventually end up having to give them the long version of what he was and how it had happened, as well as telling them all about the Ghost Zone and Amity Park. But once they finally wrapped their heads around it, they were totally chill. Things went back to how they were before.

Danny found the problem they'd been sent to find, and they fixed the probe, downloaded the data and transmitted it back to Earth as instructed. With their mission completed, the crew of the Eros started their return trip right on schedule.

The voyage home was slightly different from the trip to 16 Psyche. Danny let loose a little more, opened up a little more. Instead of simply staring out the window, Danny actually phased through the wall and flew alongside the ship, out in open space. It only freaked his crew mates out the first two times before they got used to it.

He got to show off, too. His crew mates were all incredibly jealous of his ghostly ability to mimic the effects of gravitational pull. "God, I miss gravity," Ivy Grace moaned as she watched Danny walk across the floor like he was standing in a normal room back on earth, and not a spaceship on its way past Mars.

The four of them formed a very close bond on that mission. It was a relief that his fellow astronauts accepted him. Danny truly felt like one of them, now that he could be open with them. Once they got back to Earth, they stayed in touch. Simon sent them all pictures of their baby niece, Mae. Danny invited them all to come to a tech expo where he was going to give a presentation on ecto-energy. Ivy Grace deigned to let them attend the launch party for her book when she finally published it. Or rather, her books.

It wasn't erotica. She'd written a science fiction trilogy starring characters based on the four of them. The cheerful captain who always came through in a pinch; the loyal and kind-hearted navigator with a passion for art; the supportive, but soft-spoken scientist with a quick wit; and the talented, lovable engineer with mysterious, hidden powers from an alien source. They each got signed copies of all three books, and congratulated her profusely when they became a success.

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#phic phight #phic phight 2023 #Danny fenton #danny phantom #dp #astronaut danny #fic #things i wrote

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hungerpunch · 8 months

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a lot of grief/mourning content i've seen or engaged with since my dad died really emphasizes this sense of not knowing what to do with the love that you had for that person. like it's a tangible thing they don't know where to put or place. like it's physically bottling up in them and its presence and the pressure of it is painful. i completely understand that. but at the same time, it's just... not been my physical or mental experience. no love is building up inside of me. there is no pressure. there is no compulsion to funnel a preexisting energy into something else. because when my dad died it felt like something got ripped out of me instead. when my dad died it was a hollowing of me, not like a cap over a valve. when my dad died it was like a huge and grotesque creature's claw gored into my body and stole all the life and love in me. when my dad died i wasn't left with the sense of what do i do with this, i was left with the sense of what do i do without this. and maybe, in part, that's because my entire identity and my entire life had been wrapped up in keeping him alive. so maybe that's what was different.

but the only thing that built up was excruciating pain and agony, as if i'd been physically involved in a collision with a semi-truck, and then finally, with relief, a great and gaping numbness. then new pain as i began to process. then more pain as i started having one emotion turn back on at a time, which all felt like plugging in fresh, raw, exposed nerves. i sort of wish i felt this overflow of love that i was struggling to put somewhere. or maybe i did, or am, but i haven't developed the meta-process to understand it for what it is. but i just wanted to give a shout to the people who stopped being people in grief. who had no function or purpose or mind or soul at all for a while. who feel robbed, or emptied, or cored, or carved rather than full. there is no standard way to grieve, there is no right or wrong way, you can't anticipate how it will feel for you or what you will do. but i want to say it just in case anyone else felt or feels that way. that there was or is no love left in any cell of their body. that in the aftermath, it takes a herculean effort of intentional labor to start stitching any type of love back into yourself.

#grief diaries #driveby post #parent death

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uselessmicrowave · 8 months

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kinktober day ten

tfa sentinel x optimus

tws/content- stress relief, collage au (?), cuddling, cuddle sex, sleepy sex, riding, cockwarming

Seeing Sentinel hunched over a desk was a completely new sight for Optimus. Sentinel never studied for anything. He rests a servo on the blue bot’s shoulder plating, looking over it to see what in the pits he was so concentrated on.

“Optimus? What are you-” he’s interrupted by a yawn, “what are you doing awake?”

“Sentinel, the test is two solar cycles from now. Are you really that concerned about studying?”

“I uh, wasn’t paying attention to the lessons.” of course he wasn’t. “You should go recharge.”

“We are gonna go recharge.”

“Optimus…” he whines, not making any effort to stop the red bot from turning the chair around and lifting him. Optimus half throws him over his shoulder, holding his aft to keep the blue bot steady. Sentinel blushes and sighs, letting the red bot lay him on his own berth.

“Stay.” he whines again, but Optimus cuts him off. “You’re gonna stay here and get some recharge.” Sentinel reaches for him with grabby-hands, Optimus laughs. “You want me to join you?” Sentinel nods enthusiastically, smiling as the other bot lays close next to him. He turns on his side to face his partner, kissing his face and hugging onto him.

“You know,” Sentinel starts, “if you really wanted me to recharge you could, I dunno, tire me out?” he smiles hopefully.

“I think you’re already tired, Sentinel.” Optimus kisses the side of his faceplates, rubbing the blue bot’s side.

“You’re no fun.” he pouts, mock frowning and looking away from Optimus. Sentinel turns back towards him after a klik.

“I’m not supposed to be fun, sweetspark.” Optimus says softly, kissing his faceplates again.

“C’mon,” Sentinel whines, “Not even one round…?”

The red bot giggles, considering the possibility and deciding to make an offer. “Only if you top.” Sentinel sighs obnoxiously at his response, begrudgingly climbing on top of Optimus.

“I hate you…” he whines again, half laying on Optimus and kissing his neck cables. The red bot chuckles, putting his servos on Sentinel’s waist and popping his panels open. His half pressurized spike rubs against the blue bot’s valve panel.

“Love you too.” he sighs, rubbing Sentinel’s sides. The blue bot smiles, gently talking Optimus’ spike in his servo, letting his plating slip back. Sentinel hovers over his spike, he looks tired. “Sweetspark…?”

“Huh?” he blushes, his attention snapping back to Optimus. He blinks with an “oh,” before going back to what he was doing, he rubs the red bot’s spike against his exterior node, making him gasp.

“Too tired?”

“No, I could go for-” Sentinel grunts with effort, bouncing on his partner’s spike, “go for cycles…” Optimus smiles, sitting up to kiss the blue bot’s collar guard and chassis.

“I don’t believe you.” Sentinel groans at the response, dropping and grinding down onto the red bot’s spike and squeezing on him from the feeling. His movements start to become jagged, he shakes as his frame turns more and more unwilling to move. Optimus has an amused look on his faceplates. “Tired yet?”

“No,” Sentinel whines, putting a servo on his lover’s chassis and pushing him back down onto the berth, “I… I wanna-”

“Hey,” he cups Sentinel’s face, making him look down at Optimus, “You don’t need to. So get back down here. And recharge with me.”

The blue bot looks adverse to the idea, slowly giving into it and lowering himself to lay chassis to chassis with Optimus. He sighs, wraps his arms around the other bot’s waist and puts his faceplates against Optimus’ neck cables.

“Sentinel…?” the red bot puts a servo on his back strut, gently rubbing him.

“Mmph.” Sentinel huffs, rocking his hips shakily on top of the other bot, giving up after a klik. Optimus coos, petting his spinal strut and kissing the top of his shoulder. He sighs, wishing that Sentinel would get off of his spike before falling into recharge, but his light snoring is enough to make him alright with it.

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