#mech x mech

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Hot Delight | IDW Rodimus x m!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1400+

Warnings: Smut ( oral, spike in valve and size difference ) and paying for service. NSFW 18+.

Notes: I don't write m x m often but I really should. Thanks for sending in your request this was a nice change, and I hope it's to your liking. 🥰

☕ Coffee

You were his favourite, and you silently admitted that he was your favourite too. Being a pleasure bot you weren't allowed to fall for any of your paying customers, but Rodimus made it so damn difficult to not fall for that preposterous cute face and behaviour of his.

Also, you were a mech, and a shuttle, your size doubled more than an average bot, but many still craved your service. Tonight though it was Rodimus' time yet again and you're pretty damn excited.

Perhaps you might've gone a little overboard when you are preparing your room and making sure you've got engex set aside, fresh silks covering your berth, lights dimmed and soft erotic music playing. You just wanted the evening to be nice for him.

"All this just for me?" Rodimus can't help but tease as he looks around the beautifully set up room with satisfied smile. "You shouldn't have."

"You've paying for the best, I wanted to give you the best." You respond elegantly with profession, knowing you weren't allowed to express much more than that without giving him any hints of your true feelings.

"The best indeed." Rodimus sits on the berth as he stares at you, a heavy lascivious stare and lazily keeping his legs spread to tease you.

"Same service as before, Rodimus?" You keep yourself composed as best you can while stepping closer. Despite your size difference, he doesn't at all seem bothered by it, but rather turned on.

"Always." You watch as he drowns the rest of his engex, sets the empty cube aside and retracts his panel, revealing his always soaked valve and throbbing spike emerging from its housing.

He's always ready for you.

Coming closer, you kneel down in front of the berth and spread his legs more as he lays back, optics gazing down curiously at you, before you drag your thick glossa across his valve and against his sensitive node.

He moans, a greedy sound that lingers as you do the same motion a numerous times, before moving onto his spike and taking him into your mouth, fully swallowing his throbbing length and moving a digit to invade his valve, curling it softly against his inner channel.

"Fragging pit, that feels good." Rodimus speaks through a low groan, spreading his legs as much as possible for you to devour him, wrapping his arms behind his helm as he enjoys the pleasure blooming through him.

While fingering his valve you continue to bob your helm slowly over his spike, running your glossa against the ridges and letting out a hum that vibrates through his spike, earning you a sharp intake and a jerked thrust from his waist against your mouth.

Feeling him throb more intensely against you glossa you slowly move away, a wet pop sounding followed by his childish whimpers.

"I was getting close..." He complains, though he knows why you stopped, and you're doing everything he wants.

"I know, but we're not finished quite yet." You whisper as you pump three digits within the valve now, stretching him wide for you knowing it's needed for him to take your spike.

"I sure hope not. Want this to last for as long as possible." He wiggles his hips as you continue to pump your servos, clenching around them as you smile at him fondly.

Usually it's the other way around, but Rodimus likes to be the one who is fragged, and you have no problems with that. You've got a rather large spike, but he always takes you so damn well.

Once feeling enough fluids was soaking your digits you're remove them and suck each of them clean right in his view, a pink hue formed against Rodimus' cheek plating as he watches you eagerly.

On the last digit you offer it to him, which he accepts just as eagerly, sucking and moaning in delight as you let out heated vents at the sight of him tasting his fluids.

"Please, I need your thick spike in me." Rodimus begs after slipping your digit out of his mouth. "My valve throbs for you."

Hearing this makes you moan lowly yourself, but you cut it out quickly, and put on your profession again. "Anything you want, Rodimus. I'm all yours."

Retracting your own panel you watch your own enormous spike merge out, throbbing like man as small drops of trans fluid trickle down along the long base. You pump yourself slowly a few times, rubbing your digit across the top and moistening your length, before you lay across Rodimus and position yourself against his twitch valve, teasing him by rubbing yourself against his wet lips.

Gently, you push in, watching as your tip enters past his valve and you slowly inch forward, focusing on the growing lump that forms the more you fill him. You're very large, and Rodimus always takes you so well. His increasing moans is always music to your audios, feeling his valve flutter and clench around you intensely while you grip your servos against his waist.

"Frag...so big!" Rodimus praises through a deep groan as he spreads his thighs wider for you. "Oh I love the feel of you inside me!"

You through heated vents. "Taking me so well, Rodimus, such a good bot you are. You love my thick spike stretching you, don't you? Want me buried deep in your always, fragging you senseless. You're so greedy for me, ain't you?" Talking, it's all talking, and what Rodimus likes.

To be praised, spoken to, dirty talk, he enjoys it while you're fragging him senseless. You enjoy it too, as it brings a lot of excitement and pleasure you two have, nothing was ever dull or boring.

"Yes, yes!" He moans through a greedy hunger. You watch as he moves his servo down to rub at the bulging bump formed and lets out an aroused giggle. "Oh yeah...feel so stuffed, fragging love it."

Your waist slowly rocks into him over again, watching your spike invade his valve repeatedly. Leaning over you continue your thrusts, watching his beautiful face, pleasure that lingers and grows with each thrust over again.

"Go ahead, frag me harder, I can take it." He says between heated vents, frame rocking against the berth under your strong movements.

"Your wish is my command."

Holding a firmer grip around his waist, you set a firm pace, bumping inside through his channel and against his chamber, so far deep, burying yourself over again, while watching him stroke his spike and toss his helm back against the berth, moans increasing rapidly.

"Yes! Yes!" He cries louder, clenching around you more, and you feel yourself approaching closer, about to have an overload.

"Rodimus, I'm about to fill you deeply. Do I have your permission?" You always ask, but you already know the answer.

"Do it, fragging fill me! I crave your fluids! Need it all!" Oh frag!" Rodimus curses out and that's all you need.

It happens. Your mistake, and you don't even realise this right away as your fragging Rodimus senseless, optics closed as the berth creaks with noises as your movements grow intense, right before your throbbing spike erupts with fluids, filling Rodimus deeply through his chamber and channel, bump increasing in size as his own spike leaves long streaks of fluids, and you lean down quickly, kissing him.

You never kiss your clients, that's the worst possible thing to do, it's unprofessional. Moving away from the kiss you stare at him through your flooded overload, and you've just realised your mistake. You kissed him.

"Is kissing part of the service now?" Rodimus asks through a teasing tone, clenching around your spike that's buried deep in him still.

"I apologise, that's not meant to happen." You vent softly. "It won't happen again." However, you suddenly feel his lips on your own again, kissing you back and deepening it by coiling his glossa with your own.

You should stop this before things get out of hand but you're unable to bring yourself to do this, because the kiss is perfect, better than you imagined. Becoming lost in the moment you feel his servos running against your shoulders and up behind your helm, keeping your close against his mouth as you feel his leg come up to wrap against your waist, spike shifting within making both you and him moan lowly. The kiss is broken and you both stare at one another through a lustful gaze, his servo coming up to caress your cheek plating.

"Can we include kissing from now on?" He sounds like a begging sparkling, whimpering for more. He's too cute.

The right answer should've been no, and keep everything professional, but that's not what came out. "We can."

Rule number one, don't fall in love with your customers. You've well beyond broken this rule, but you don't care anymore. It's all for pleasure and credits, but with Rodimus it'll always be something more.

#transformers #valveplug #rodimus #hot rod #idw #mtmte #lost light #rodimus x reader #reader insert #mech x mech #smut #writing #fanfiction #sugarrusheag

[cosmiccolours-art]

Hold on, i'm cookin' more STEM girls content! This time some Purah and Mineru goodness~

(my delusions have taken over me and I can't stop thinking about them. I need more Mineru/Purah content!)

line art:

I actually like how it looks with just the line art so I'm sharing it too~

#tears of the kingdom #totk #legend of zelda #loz #purah #mineru #zelda #the legend of zelda #tloz #fan art #purah x mineru #mineru x purah #do they have a ship name yet? or do I need to make one #i love my stem girlies #josha is a stem baby so I might draw her too in the future #i'm not brave enough to draw mineru's mech body

[mitoad]

everyone always talks about ‘medic reader’ this and ‘teammate reader’ that but what abt weapons engineer/mechanic reader ?

just a silly little fella who helps out the 141 with their weapons when they go out of whack, who works very closely with the team to coordinate certain weapons for specific missions .

they’d probably have a really close bond with soap , both having fun with testing demolitions together . who’s able to add in ideas and carry conversations with you when you ramble on about weapons . johnny pulls you close to him when they get startled from the loud noise of an explosion , laughing a little at how they excuse their sudden vulnerability with ‘not expecting it to be that loud’.

price who seeks them out when he’s having issues with his cm901, having to endure your age-long lectures about not accidentally slamming the barrel to hard. he subconsciously makes sure the brush his hand over yours when he finally retrieves his now-fixed weapon.

yeah nyways weapon mech! reader has my heart

#ill add gaz nd ghost later i just got an insane creative block so i stopped there #but yayaya weapons mech reader reminds me of my friend who’s a weapons engineer for the caf !! so proud of her fr #🍵 mito's writings °｡ ⋆⸜ #cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mw3 #cod x reader #cod x you #cod x y/n #john price #captian price #john price x reader #price x reader #price x you #price cod #john soap mactavish #john mactavish #soap x reader #johnny mctavish x reader #soap cod #cod fanfic #call of duty #cod drabble #gn reader #fem reader #male reader #trans fem reader #trans masc reader

[thatmoththoth]

I should draw a picture of gunpowder tim, but he’s holding a detonator and is in a circus with a mannequin running towards him with the text “woops wrong Tim.”

Edit: check reblogs for progress updates

#the magnus archives #the mechanisms #i apologise in advance #tma #the mechs #gunpowder tim #Timothy stoker #tma x the mechs #the magnus archives x the mechanisms

[ghouljams]

Thoughts. Koenig's mech holding you up while he ruins you 😔 like bruh I was just coming to check if you needed a coffee or smthn smh

König's mech with its huge metal fingers gripping you around the middle, holding you up in the air while König makes himself comfortable between your legs. You put so much work into keeping both of them running perfectly that they worry you're not giving yourself the same treatment. Why don't you relax and let them take car of you? Let the mech hold you up with one hand while the other spreads your legs and holds them open, it's fingers solid and unyielding where they press against your thighs. You're not too far off the ground and yet you feel impossibly high up, high enough that König doesn't even need to crouch to inspect your dripping cunt.

He holds you open with warm thick fingers, his hood obscuring his expression. You try to struggle against the mech's hold, try to close your legs to no avail. It's embarrassing to be inspected so closely. König's thumb rolls over your cunt, swipes up and down your slit to gather slick. "You're dripping Schatz," he mumbles, pushing his hood up to his nose, "need to be cleaned up so you can focus on your work."

He presses his mouth to your cunt, tongue big and insistent as it licks over you. Compared to the cool metal of the mech holding you König is a furnace, his mouth is boiling where it sucks your clit, his lips soft next to the harsh lines of the bot. You try to press your hips closer to his mouth, encouraged by the low growns, the way his hands slide to grip your ass and hold you close. As if you could go anywhere. You're trapped between the biggest man in the unit and the biggest mech, the two things you know best both working to take you apart.

König presses his tongue into your clenching cunt and you shudder. He presses one of his hands against the metal fingers holding your legs apart and some command must pass wordlessly through the connection. The mech tips you back and you scramble to hold onto something as the mech gives its pilot a better angle on you. Your cunt pulses around his tongue, his thumb circling your clit to keep pleasure zipping up your spine, everything tight and hot in the pit of your stomach.

"König," you whimper, fingers tight on the steel plates of the mech's hand. The man makes a pleased noise, another satisfied groan against your drooling cunt. The mech beeps, it's grip tightening a fraction of a centimeter, there's something almost appreciative in the way it holds you. It's thumb moves against you, rubs at the skin where your army green tee rides up before it thinks better of it. You shudder, the chill only adding to the shivers the wrack your body as König eases you towards orgasm.

"So good for us engel," he growls, slurping at your cunt. His broad tongue laps up slick, rolls expertly against your clit, each stroke a new burst of pleasure that coils tighter and tighter. You tip your head back to gasp and moan, and your eyes land on the mech's faceplate. It's head tips to the side, watching you. You wonder what it sees. Then you don't wonder much of anything as your orgasm crashes into you and you cum on König's insistent tongue. Your legs shake and you arch against the mech's grip, feeling König lick you through the rolling pleasure that pulses through you.

You go lax against the mech's grip and König steps back, pat's the bot's arm. You're turned again, lowered so König can kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. The mech releases your legs and you feel your hips ache from being forcefully held open as your legs drop to hang. Then you feel one of the mech's fingers press against your cunt, the blunt tip of it teasing your dripping entrance. You suppose König isn't the only one that wants a piece of you.

#cod x reader #x reader #könig fanfiction #könig smut #könig call of duty #könig #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #cyberpunk au #mech pilot!könig #mechanic!reader #hehehehe mech sex... #mdni #f!reader

[mechformers]

Reypaytun

[Reypaytun [ˈɾɛj.paj.tun] - Blood red (color) ]

6.7k words | Masterpost |

Tsu'tey x Human Reader

Summary: Tsu'tey wakes up after a night of vigorous lovemaking to blood smeared between your thighs. He does not take it well, panicking hard as he "flees the scene", effectively leaving you behind. Eventually, he learns what really happened and once he does, Tsu'tey is not afraid anymore.

Content warning: Period blood, Period, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Period Sex, Period Cunnilingus, Period Fingering, Squirting, Stomach/Belly Bulge, Size Difference, Na'vi/Human. Idk I feel like "Tsu'tey is not afraid anymore" should be a tag of its own lol

Authors Note: So this was supposed to be pure, filthy porking and nothing more. BUT(!) as with most things that I do, it caught a case of the feels and it became both angsty and filthy, and way out of hand... Sorry? lol Also, I stared too long at that manip and now it just looks stupid and wrong all over lol Might add it on a later date though, if I can find a way to make it look okay, and most definitely to Ao3 when that day comes lol Sorry, I know it won the poll T.T

Tsu'tey didn’t know how he managed to end up where he currently was, curled up behind you, a sky demon, after a long night of intense lovemaking. For months, he had battled with his own emotions, punished himself for the sheer betrayal his heart was pushing on him once he realized what the speeding of his heart actually meant. At first, he had thought it was a side effect of surviving the war with the sky demons - after falling from such a great height. But in the end, he had to be honest with himself that the speeding of his heart had happened long before the war officially came to a head.

No, Jakesully was to blame for this, and no one else. He had brought you with him when he convinced Eytukan and Mo’at to welcome Grace Augustine back into the clan. Along this Normspellman person, you had walked in beside them, a tiny little creature, speeding as fast as you could with your ridiculously small legs to keep up. You had been so helpless and pathetic that the sheer sight of you had made Tsu’tey angry at Jakesully to have allowed you to even join them. Had you been present with Jakesully and Grace Augustine when his betrayal was revealed, however, Tsu’tey knew that he would not have dealt with the situation as reasonably as he had. As it was, however, he ended up falling from the metallic flying machine, littered with bullet holes. Crashing through the forest to the ground, the sky demons greeted him with even more horror. When he came to again, it was your small hands that tended to him until Jakesully and Neytiri could bring him to Mo’at.

After losing his kuru, Tsu’tey had not been kind to anyone, but especially not to you in particular. The words he had said, the strength with which he had grabbed or shoved you, were beneath him, but the fact that it had happened, he could never hide from. And nor did he. Once he got his feet under himself again, once his mind cleared enough for him to realize a thing or two about this new life of his - he had nothing but the wellbeing of the clan and you on his mind. Convincing you to forgive him, to give him a chance, however, had not been easy. In fact, it had demanded all of Tsu’tey’s spare time to prove himself worthy of your affection.

In the end, you reluctantly agreed to date him - a sky people invention where two or more people become mates on a trial basis, to see if you’re compatible. It pained Tsu’tey to no extent to know that this was all you were willing to give him, that you trusted him just about as far as you could throw him. But he had done this, had caused this situation, he needed to stand steady in it or leave you be. Now, Tsu’tey was a lot of things, but a quitter, he had never been.

The courting process - the dating - had been long and difficult, but eventually, you had agreed to live with him in the kelku he had made specifically with you in mind. it had everything you needed within it and although you had been skeptical at first, after seeing all the hard work he had laid down with you in mind, something seemed to click right for once. It made Tsu’tey relax a little, made his anxiousness calm down enough for him to noticeably lighten up again. The first time he had cracked a joke or two, laughing joyfully, Jakesully had choked with surprise. It had been a very good feeling indeed.

With you in his life, everything just seemed easier. Laughter came easier to him, his normally stressed and harsh demeanor mellowed out and despite the fact that you are a sky person, Tsu’tey has never been happier in his life. It’s probably why he lets himself lose control while making love to you. The sounds you make beneath him, the gasped whispers of endearment as you cling to him only fuels his need for you further. For hours, he plows into you, driving you over the edge time and time again until you’re a sweaty mess beneath him, your skin slick and salty, and warm. As his cock presses as far as it can go into you, bulging your stomach enough that he can feel himself, Tsu’tey knows that there is nowhere he would rather be than right here in your arms.

Releasing one last time inside of you, Tsu’tey kisses your lips so softly, it makes you whine. Smiling down at you, he notices how your eyes glitter as you stare up at him. The right thing to do would be to clean you up, to bathe your sore muscles, but at that moment, Tsu’tey loses against the voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to let his scent seep into the very pores of your skin. You fall asleep in each other's arms like that, with loving words and soft kisses on your lips. It is the best few hours of sleep Tsu’tey has had in ages, the best sleep he has had in the month you have lived in their kelku.

But when Tsu'tey awakens early the next morning there's something wrong. Distantly, he registers an iron scent on the air that he knows all too well, but as his mind is slowly waking up, he doesn't pay it much mind. Instead, he runs his large hand over your small body, grabbing your small breast in his large hands as he kisses your shoulder, smiling into your skin as you too awake with a positively satisfied sigh. Tsu’tey runs his hand down your body, over your waist, squeezing your curved and soft hip appreciatively before continuing down to your subtle thighs, pulling a breathy moan from your lips that has his own skin erupt in a million small goosebumps. Continuing on his joyous morning journey, Tsu’tey presses his hand between your legs to find your core already wet and waiting for him. Pressing a finger into you, he lets out a rumble from deep within his chest at how ready you are for him.

Pulling back, Tsu’tey guides you over to lay on your back before slotting himself between your thighs, your hot, moist core smearing slick over his breastbone where it presses into you. Grinning up, he bends his head down, kissing your shoulder, your breasts, giving each nipple a good suck, before continuing down to your molten core, never breaking eye contact with you as he starts his breakfast. Your beautiful eyes are probably why he doesn’t notice the distinct coppery iron scent or the blood that is smeared on the inside of your thighs. Your breathy gasp as his thumb circles your pearl is probably why he doesn’t notice the bloody trail that has seeped from your puffed and raw cunt before he’s there. It takes him back with such shock that he's on his knees between your widespread thighs before either one of you can register what has happened. Lifting his hand to reach out to the blood, he's met with the bloody picture of his own digits between your bloody thighs and core.

"I have hurt you, yawne," Tsu’tey mumbles low, his voice small, even to his own ears. Getting up on your elbows to see what's going on, you look at the blood on his hands and on his chest before you look down at yourself, noticing the blood smeared between your thighs.

"Shit," you swear, clapping your thighs together, hiding your core from Tsu'tey's eyes in apparent shame. "It's alright, Tsu'tey. This happens."

It is alright?

This happens?

Tsu'tey can't believe what he's hearing. His careless mating has hurt you, has caused you to bleed from one of your most sacred places. The immense pain you must have been in while he took his pleasures from you… Shame floods through him and before you're able to say anything more, he gets up to his feet, grabs his tweng and bow, and flees your kelku. Running as fast as his legs can take him, Tsu’tey doesn’t stop until he’s crashing to his knees by the river. Vigorously, he scrubs his hand and chest until his skin feels raw. He can’t get the image of your bloodied cunt out of his head, nor the vulnerable way you had looked up at him. With great shame and stones weighing heavy in his heart, he gets up to meet the hunting party he was to be a part of that morning, only for the hunters to stare weirdly at him.

“Where is your battle band, brother? Your blade?” Atan asks as he steps up to him, Takuk closely following behind.

Patting the bottom of his ribs, he finds the skin bare from its usual protective layer. However, Tsu’tey could not go back to their kelku, even though you might not be there anymore. The sheer thought of crossing your path makes his ears bend painfully low against his skull with shame. Closing his eyes he takes a deep breath before opening them again to stare at his old friend.

“I will go without,” He growls too harshly, making Atan look at him with concern.

“Brother, I do not think that is wise,” Atan starts, but Tsu’tey cuts him off.

“It will be fine,” Tsu’tey bites back at his friend.

“Go back home to get it, we will wait,” Takuk presses, his gentle voice making Tsu’tey sigh deeply.

“Let us go before the hunt will be in vain,” He doesn’t miss the way Atan and Takuk look at each other with worried expressions.

The hunt is not successful. Or at least, not on his part. Tsu’tey is unfocused and stressed, resulting in him missing each and every shot before he’s even able to let the arrows go. When they return, it is without honor for Tsu’tey. Without bidding his friends farewell, Tsu’tey leaves the party to stew alone. Unfortunately, it doesn’t take long before Jakesully finds him and somehow that is even worse.

“What’s wrong, brother? Trouble in paradise?” Jakesully ask, immediately souring Tsu’tey’s already sour mood.

“Go away, demon,” Tsu’tey growls, noticing how harsh the words are spoken, making him involuntarily wince.

“Demon, huh? That bad?” Jakesully hums thoughtfully, falling into silence beside Tsu’tey. It takes hours of the two of them just sitting in silence together, Jakesully waiting him out, letting Tsu’tey wallow in his own shame and misery until finally, Tsu’tey breaks his silence.

“I hurt Y/n during our mating,” Tsu’tey admits, the words all but a whisper of shame, but of course, Jakesully hears them.

“Good hurt or bad hurt?” He asks as if there is a difference.

“There is no such thing as good hurt, Jakesully,” Tsu’tey growls angrily at his stupid friend.

“Trust me, brother there definitely is and I can assure you, with your size difference, there absolutely is,” The cheeky grin on Jakesully’s face is beyond infuriating to Tsu’tey.

“I made her bleed from her core, tell me where the good hurt is in that, demon,” Tsu’tey hisses before his shoulders slump, and the anger at Jakesully bleeds back into shame at his own actions.

“Oh…” Jakesully hums, his brother finally understanding Tsu’tey’s distress.

“And do you know what she said to me?” Tsu’tey huffs a humorless chuckle, “It is alright. This happens. Which means that it is not the first time I have hurt her like this, without noticing it - without her telling me. I have let her suffer because of my own greed,”

“Are you sure it isn’t just her period?” Jakesully hums, “I mean, she said this happens, right? The Na’vi don’t have them, but humans do. And it’s not as if she’s stopped your mating, right?”

“What is this period you are talking about?” Tsu’tey asks, because no, you haven't stopped their mating before. If anything, you have been overly eager for it.

“It’s uh… well, Y/n could probably explain it better, but each month human females bleed from their… you know,” Jakesully gestures between his legs, as if the word were somehow shameful.

“From the cunt?” Tsu’tey deadpans, watching as Jakesully’s ears flatten and his cheeks darken with heat.

“So crude,” Jakesully sighs before grinning, “But yeah. It's their reproductive organs, their uh… uterus? The womb. Shredding itself to prep-”

“Shredding itself?” Tsu’tey interrupts, his eyes huge as worry overcomes him.

“It’s uh, it’s her body’s way of preparing a new egg to be fertilized so that she can become pregnant - uh with child, after the current egg didn’t take,” Jakesully hastily continues, his discomfort so clear on his face and in his voice.

“So she is laying an egg?” Tsu’tey fills in, feeling bad for not having succeeded in fertilizing the egg you had worked so hard to prepare for him - for them.

“What? Fuck, no,” Jakesully barks, wiping his hands over his face, “Shit… uh, female humans carry a child in their stomachs, in their womb. It’s a… aw hell, I don’t know what it is, alright. There’s an egg, you jizz in her, she might become pregnant and the egg will develop into a child. If she doesn’t become pregnant, the egg will get washed out with the blood before being replaced with a new one.”

“I see,” Tsu’tey hums, but in reality, he does not see anything. Whatever Jakesully is talking about sounds weird and alien to his ears.

“Some women are in really great pain because of it, while others… - brother, where are you going?” Jakesully shouts after him, but all Tsu’tey can focus on is getting to your kelku as fast as possible.

He had left you alone in your kelku while you possibly were in great pain. He had left you there, too caught up in his own shame and emotions to hear you out when you had tried to explain it to him. Passing his people, he takes no care of them as he rushes as fast as his long legs can take him. Eventually, he’s crashing through the doorway of your kelku making you gasp with surprise where you’re preparing a yovo fruit for yourself.

“Yawne,” He pants, entirely out of breath.

“Are you alright, Tsu’tey?” Your worried words greet him as you put the knife down to greet him.

“Am I… Yawne, I did not know,” Tsu’tey falls to his knees before you, pressing his forehead to your stomach as he bends in on himself. Your hands immediately come up to hold him, your tiny hands gently caressing the base of what remains of his kuru, as you hold him close.

“Are you in pain?” He continues after lifting his head when his worries start to soothe, “Is the egg causing you pain?”

“Ah, you’ve talked with Jake I take it?” You hum with a soft chuckle, your beautiful eyes glittering as you look up at him in amusement.

“I have,” Tsu’tey confirms, bending his head down to look at you. “I do not fully understand, Jakesully mentioned that you might be in great pain, and I… Yawne, I left you,”

“It’s alright, yawntu, this is new for you. I would have warned you, but I didn’t expect it to come so soon,” You look down at him with your gentle eyes as if he hung the stars in the sky.

“I thought that I had hurt you,” He mumbles shamefully, “That I had caused you to bleed,”

“So your first cause of action at seeing me bleed would be to run away, got it,” You grinned up at him, teasing him as if this was somehow funny to you.

“Yawne! I…-” He starts, the protest and shame flaring up inside of him. How could he have acted this disgracefully to his mate?

“I’m just kidding, I’m just kidding, Tsu’tey,” You laugh openly as you push his head down into your stomach again, your weak arms holding him close as you chuckle.

“I have disgraced our bond, Y/n,” Tsu’tey starts, his heart breaking in his chest.

“Hey, no, Tsu’tey,” You urge, pushing his head up so that he’s kneeling before you at eye level instead. “Listen to me closely, alright?”

You don’t continue before Tsu’tey reluctantly nods his head, your small hands still on his face, comforting him through what must be a quite distressing time for you.

“Reacting as you did to seeing blood is alright. Especially for someone who has experienced violence as you have,” You pause until Tsu’tey realizes that you’re waiting for him to nod his head in understanding, “We mate with such passion that your conclusion wasn’t farfetched,”

“I do not know this word; farfetched,” Tsu’tey looks into your eyes, reveling in your patience with him.

“It means that it was not a foolish conclusion to come to, that it was within your right to think of it,” You smile again as if he has hung the stars in the sky while your thumbs caress his cheekbones comfortingly. “I’m small compared to you, and you are certainly huge in all aspects of the word,”

Tsu’tey can’t keep his chest from puffing up with pride, no more than he can keep his lips from forming a smug smile. Huffing up at him, your fingers take hold of the base on his ears, making them twitch.

“Behave, yawntu,” You grin up at him, letting him know that it is all in fond fun. “You have never and will never hurt me while mating, Tsu’tey. I don’t know if you’re even capable of doing such a thing,”

You stare up at him while he lets your words sink in, coming to the conclusion that you know best and that Tsu’tey has to trust your judgment. Sighing with the release of his stress and worry, Tsu’tey bends his head down to rest his forehead against yours. It’s comforting the way you’re still holding onto him, grounding him as if you somehow already knew what he needed despite your young bond.

“This period, this blood, can you tell me more about it? I wish to understand it so that I can better help you when it comes,” Tsu’tey hums, opening his eyes to look into yours.

“Of course, yawntu,” You smile beautifully up at him before slowly pulling away.

Taking his hand in yours, you lead him over to your nest, waiting for him to sit down before you bend your small legs to sit between his bigger ones. Taking both of his hands in yours, you look up at him as you start to explain what a period is, chuckling softly at his horrified expressions while explaining about your uterus shredding and how that causes the blood to dribble out. You walk him through everything, about how to contain it, about how you usually manage the pain, and how there are different methods.

“How else may I help you ease the pain, yawne?” Tsu’tey presses on when he notices you’re holding something back.

“It’s uh…” You stutter, your beautiful face darkening with an embarrassment Tsu’tey doesn’t understand. “There’s the act of mating, of - of reaching completion,”

“Mating?” Tsu’tey parrots, his eyes growing huge as his ears rotate forward with undivided attention.

“The act of mating reduces the cramping and reaching completion eases the pain,” You mumble, not able to meet his eyes head-on, “But it’s not something you have to do. I’ve got my heating pads, warm blankets, and excellent pain meds,”

At the mention of medication, Tsu’tey wrinkles his nose with distaste. He had never been fond of the sky people medicine, and to hear that you regularly take them to control a pain he could be helping you with, makes his anger flare. Slicking his ears back with annoyance, Tsu’tey huffs loudly.

“It is no bother for me to mate with you, yawne,” He starts, noting how your cheeks darken even further, “A little blood has never scared me before and it will not start now. Please, let me help you,”

“You really don’t have to, Tsu’tey,” You try again, your embarrassed little face looking up at him full of love and wonder.

“I want to,” Tsu’tey whispers, bending down to rest his forehead to yours again.

“Are you sure, yawntu?” Your eyes portray it all, your uncertainty, your need for him.

“I am, yawne,” Tsu’tey rumbles as he crawls over you, forcing your small body to bend backward to lay back in your nest.

It brings him straight to your hot core, the coppery iron scent strong and warm when he takes a deep breath. He isn’t afraid anymore though. This period had personally insulted him, but now, Tsu’tey would show you what a man truly was. Growling, he plops down on you, the entirety of his weight pressing the air from your small lungs, just how you liked it. The warm heat from your core wraps around Tsu’tey’s lower chest, lulling him to grind his hips into the soft nest beneath your bodies.

“You take my breath away, yawne,” Tsu’tey breathes as he lets the bridge of his nose run up the side of your neck, smirking childishly when it makes your breath stutter in your chest.

“Tsu’tey…” You gasp as he reaches your lips, kissing you long and deep.

The way your small hands clutch at his shoulders to hold on makes something inside of him snap. It’s ridiculous how every touch from you sends him over the edge, breaking the hard-set control he has over himself. You’re simply intoxicating to him. Running his hand down your flank, Tsu’tey lets his fingers flutter over every dip and roll of your soft skin, taking pleasure in the way the contact makes you moan. It never ceased to amaze him just how soft your skin was. The very first time you had allowed him to touch, to feel you, he had lost himself in your body, emerging only when the sun rose once more. His eyes had been blown wide the following day, much to everyone’s amusement.

Now, it was no different. The very scent of you stoked the fire within him, edging him closer to the point of no return, to the point where there was no one but you and him in this life that Eywa had graced them with. Giving you parting butterfly kisses, Tsu’tey dips his head lower, letting his lips trace an incoherent trail until he reaches the top of your chest. He’ll have to part with your thighs around his chest if he is to continue. A part of him doesn’t want to, but the needier part of him claws at his insides for Tsu’tey to present him with the sweetest nectar of your core. It’s the part of him that wins, in the end. Wrapping his hands around your thighs, Tsu’tey gently parts them from around his chest, pushing them back, opening you up like the most precious of flowers.

He’s presented with the same sight as he was that morning, your cunt puffy and red, needy and ready for his ministrations. The blood that slowly comes from your parted lips doesn’t scare him anymore. It’s so… little? Yet, that very morning, it had seemed almost too immense for him to comprehend. Curiously, Tsu’tey runs the pad of his thumb through the red liquid, marveling at the way it colors the blue skin of his thumb. Wiping it away from your entrance, however, only produces more as he forces your lips to part. Smiling to himself, Tsu’tey bends down to kiss the inside of your knees before starting his journey to the core of his desire. He takes a moment to marvel at your own stripes, the silvery, pink, brown, and purple smooth grooves that paint your skin in some places. Never would he have believed sky people worthy of such beauty, but yet again, you had proved him wrong. Your stripes are so different from his own, more like the lightning that crosses over the beautiful Pandora skies. Running his fingers over the stripes on your lower stomach, Tsu’tey marveled at your beauty for a moment before getting to his stomach between your spread thighs.

This close to your cunt, Tsu’tey can see everything. Hears your heart beating frantically in your chest as your blood courses through your veins. Tsu’tey can smell everything. And it makes something wild within him roar to life. His mind zeroes in on one thing and one thing only. Distantly, he registers that you’re talking to him, that your small hands find their way into his braids, but he’s lost in the spell you have over him. Running the pads of his thumbs along the outer lips of your cunt, Tsu’tey is helpless but to lick his lips as your red speckled slick coats his journey. Pressing gently on the silky smooth skin, he watches as your cunt opens up for him, watches as the impossibly small slit stretches the further he pushes.

Repeating the motion, Tsu’tey growls desperately when a fresh dollop of slick emerges from your cunt, the red speckles in it almost beautiful as it slides downward. Unable to hold back anymore, Tsu’tey leans forward, bumping his nose into your swollen pearl as kisses the warm, slick core of your cunt. The sound is almost rudely loud in your otherwise quiet kelku. The slick sticks to his lips in thin strings when he pulls away just far enough to meet your eyes over the swell of your stomach and breasts. Licking his lips, his nostrils flare as the taste hits his tongue, effectively sending his brain into a frenzy. Almost immediately, Tsu’tey dives back in, this time plunging his tongue straight into your core, lapping eagerly at your soft, warm walls. His nose keeps hitting your precious pearl, the hot air from his lungs blowing over it in rapid succession as he dines on a taste he’s never had before.

The taste of your coppery blood combined with the impossibly sweet and heady taste of your natural slick had Tsu’tey all but whining between your thighs, his digits tightening around the plump of your thighs as he held on for dear life. Driving his tongue as far as he’s able to reach inside of you, Tsu’tey breathes heavily as he makes a seal around your cunt, sucking while he licks at your insides. The taste of you explodes on his taste buds with each lick, making him push further and further to get more. He feels almost desperate when your small hands pull hard at his braids, trying your best to lift his head from your molten core.

“T-t..” You stutter, your breath coming harder than his, “T’ey,”

“Yawne,” Tsu’tey answers your call, his voice husky and raw, even to his own ears.

But you’re too far gone. With the little break that you obtained, your head falls back, hitting their nest while you continue to breathe heavily, your small chest lifting and sinking rapidly. It fuels something so primal inside of Tsu’tey that he physically had to clutch onto the bedding to keep himself from pouncing on you. He doubts the stretch would have truly hurt you, had he not been able to hold himself back. The amount of slickness and the plump readiness of your cunt told him as much, but even though you had told him how much you loved the stretch, Tsu’tey was acutely aware of your size difference.

So instead, Tsu’tey eases two digits inside of you, grinning proudly when he meets no resistance, just the slick, plump heat of your hole. Spreading his fingers, Tsu’tey watches as your head bends further back, a moan escaping your gorgeous red-bitten lips as he adds another finger. Like this, you’ve told him, he’s bigger than any human male known to history. It makes his chest puff ridiculously with pride. Add his own cock to the mix and you were a pampered little mate.

“What are you thinking about, yawntu?” You huff a chuckle as you look down at him.

“Nothing, yawne,” Tsu’tey smiles as he leans up to kiss your lips.

Pulling back, there’s red smeared on your face. The realization that he’s wearing you on his own face has his tail whipping painfully behind him with excitement. There’s something so intimate about this, an experience a Na’vi mate could never give him. For a moment, Tsu’tey thanks whatever power Eywa had in changing his mind, whatever made him turn on his opinion and pursue you. Staring down at you, there was no doubt in Tsu’ey’s mind that no atokirina could ever compare to your beauty. Try as she might, the Great Mother could not create anything even comparable to the beauty you held in his eyes. Grinning smugly, Tsu’tey spread your legs even wider with his knees, huffing proudly when your breath hitches.

The way his chest breathes deeply makes his heavy cock glide through the slick of your cunt, your size difference enough for there to be enough motion between you. The sheer heat of your cunt never ceases to amaze him, and try as he might, he’s unable to keep his hips from thrusting, to keep himself from seeking out your tight, slick heat. Pulling back, Tsu’tey meets your eyes as the head of his cock catches on the slick, hot “O” of your cunt. Swallowing audibly, he watches as your body shivers, your cunt spasming, kissing his cock head with an excited greeting. Wetting his lips, Tsu’tey presses forward, feeling his cock crown the tight circle of your cunt before you clench, sending his cock sliding through your slick to end under your navel.

“Tsakem rä'ä si, txopu rä'ä si, yawne,” Tsu’tey growls, his accent heavy, “Do not do that. Do not be scared, yawne,”

“I could never, yawntu,” Lifting your small arms, Tsu’tey bends down for you to grab onto the back of his neck, letting your weak arms press him down into a gentle kiss that touches his very soul.

Leaning his forehead to yours, Tsu’tey tries pushing forward again. The angle is weird like this, making it difficult to line up, but he wants to be close to you, wants to watch the exact moment he breaches your body, just so that he can see your pupils dilate to nothing but black. His cock catches on the ripe, slick circle of your molten core, but this time, when he presses forward, you don’t clench beneath him, denying him access. Instead, your body grows boneless beneath him as you relax, allowing him passage to the innermost sacred place of your body. It’s the easiest, most difficult glide Tsu’tey has had in his entire life. Never before has your body felt like this, clutching onto him as if the very thought of him leaving sent panic through your slick walls.

Groaning, Tsu’tey stills, letting the stretch of his size cement for just a moment before he pulls his hips back, tutting at your distressed whining before he slams into you, this time guided by the slick from his first slide. It fills you up to the limit, the head of his cock hitting that gloriously smooth and plush thing deep inside of you. It caresses the shaft of his cock, just behind his sensitive head while le butts into your wall. Distantly, he knows that he can go no further, but he still tries, pressing until his hips finally meet the plush meat of the crook of your thighs. You’re spread so wide beneath him that for just a moment, he wonders how you haven’t broken yet. Instead, you’re clutching onto him as if your very life depended on it, and when he pushes up on his hands, pressing the full weight of his body on your connection, he can see why.

Beneath your navel, there’s the clear indentation of his own cock beneath your skin. It isn’t the first time Tsu’tey has seen it, but there’s something about it this time that sends him over the edge. Involuntarily, his hips thrust hard, sending your body upward with the sheer force behind it. Your small shoulders meet his wrists, stopping your journey as his cock presses further into you from beneath. It’s a surreal thing to see. One moment, you’re gasping, eyes wide in shock, and the next, there’s something hot spraying from your cunt against his abdomen as your cunt ripples harder around him than ever before while you scream. Your orgasm lasts longer this time, squeezing Tsu’tey’s cock hard as your cunt tries its hardest to milk the juices that it so longs for. But it’s not the orgasm that has Tsu’tey perplexed.

“What was that, yawne?” Tsu’tey asks, his voice unrecognizable to his own ears.

But all you respond with is a series of ‘oh god, oh god, oh god’ while you covered your face from his eyes. Now, Tsu’tey was no fool, he knew your rambled string of words meant that you were in incomprehensible pleasure. It had happened the first time he ate from your core, the first time his fingers had entered your cunt, and especially the very first time his cock had stretched you around his size. So with that knowledge, Tsu’tey set out to get the same reaction again, if only for his own pleasure at seeing it.

With the same eye for detail, Tsu’tey repeats his motions, pulling back before entering you halfway once again. It sends your head back with a long wet moan, your puffy lips parted as you grab a hold of his wrists, preparing yourself for what you so obviously have anticipated to come. Grinning, Tsu’tey slams into you a little harder than he had meant to, but it’s all the same to you. Your loud moans fill your kelku as Tsu’tey presses further, testing the limit. It doesn’t happen immediately, like the first time, but Tsu’tey isn’t deterred. He is a man on a mission, a mission he is hellbent to succeed. And sure enough, after a while, your mouth starts forming that series of ‘no no no no no’ that always comes before something mesmerizing. It spurs Tsu’tey on, his mind chasing that burst of excitement, so pure, from your body’s core.

Thrusting faster, harder, Tsu’tey is not disappointed when he looks down just in time to see that same clear spray emerge from your core, coating his abdomen not just once as before, not twice, but four times. In time with your cunt contracting around him, Tsu’tey was helpless but to give into your core’s demand. With a final thrust, he sheats himself as deep as he’s able to while his body pumps you full of his seed. He’s breathing hard as he lays down on top of you, holding you captive beneath him while you breathe.

“You are,” Tsu’tey pants, taking deep breaths before continuing, “Amazing, yawne,”

Kissing your forehead, your cheeks, your gasping lips, Tsu’tey takes pity on you for a second, balancing most of his weight on his elbows, only for you to whine in annoyance. Huffing a chuckle, Tsu’tey slides down carefully once more, watching you closely as his full weight is on you again. Never would he have imagined his weight to be such a comfort to you, but as you hide your face between his pecs, Tsu’tey is left to drift on the sensation of your combined bodies while you land. He doesn’t know how long it takes, but by the time you emerge from his chest, the chill of the setting sun has started to creep into your dark kelku.

“Welcome back to Pandora, yawne,” Tsu’tey teases, only for you to clench your cunt around his sensitive cock, making him hiss.

“You are a cruel man, yawntu,” You huff, but the poorly hidden amused smile lets him know that your words have no bite to them.

“I am,” Tsu’tey agrees, grinning widely as he kisses your lips. “What does that make you, ma muntxate?”

“An innocent bystander?” You try, your sheepish grin mesmerizing Tsu’tey’s heart.

“You, ma yawne,” Tsu’tey starts, leaning down to hover over your lips, “Have never been innocent a day in your life,”

It brings the most beautiful laughter from your lips, a laughter that doesn’t immediately die down, but instead continues on until it gradually fizzles out. At this moment, Tsu’tey wishes that he could make tsaheylu with you, that he could show you the love that blossoms in his heart, a love that is so strong he’s not certain he could stay true to Eywa if challenged. But you do not have a kuru and he… he does not have his kuru anymore. Still, with everything that you are, you try your best to fill the gap he’s missing, letting him know how much he’s loved without actually having said the words before.

“I love you, Tsu’tey,” Because, of course, you would read him so easily. The notion is no less meaningless to Tsu’tey’s ears though.

“I love you, yawne,” He hums, kissing your lips slowly before hovering above them again, catching your eyes in his, “I have for a very long time,”

It’s an intimate moment, one heavy with emotions, with trust, and honor. You’re both from different worlds, but somehow, together, you have made it work, supporting each other with everything that you were. Tsu’tey knows that there will be nothing in this life or the next that can keep him apart from you. Beneath him, you reach a hand out to brush two of his braids beneath his ear, your small fingers gently rubbing his ear on your way back. Smiling, Tsu’tey gets up to his knees, watching his cock move inside of your small cunt. Pulling out, he watches as your red-speckled slick and his luminescent seed stick to his cock. There’s a mixed string connecting the head of his cock to the puffy mouth of your cunt for a moment before it breaks in the chill evening air. A moment later, however, his seed runs out of your wide-stretched, red hole. It’s beautiful.

Leaning forward, Tsu’tey attaches his mouth to your open cunt once more, sucking his seed and your slick from your abused and tired hole. If possible, your cunt is even hotter, even softer than before as he digs his tongue inside, slurping loudly even to his own ears. The plush of your thighs has collapsed shut on each side of his head, your cute weakness trying to push his head away, but Tsu’tey will drink his fill of you. Not even your gasped whines from above stop him in his ministrations before, as you desperately ramble, something sweet hits his tongue and face once, twice before your thighs fall dead from his head.

It takes him a moment to realize what has happened, but when he does, his cock twitches with interest. You, however, lay completely boneless above him, your breathing coming hard and fast, your eyes closed. Taking pity on you, Tsu’tey licks his lips before gathering you up in his arms. A bath would do you both good before some food and sleep. In the morning, Tsu’tey would quench his thirst for knowledge and you would let him, one way or the other. Grabbing a blanket, Tsu’tey wraps it around you, covering your modesty as he learned the hard way how sky people valued that sort of thing. Walking out of your kelku, Tsu’tey headed toward the river.

“Brother,” Jakesully shouted from the entrance of the communal meal, “Dinner was served a while ago,”

“We will eat at home, Jakesully,” Tsu’tey turns to his… friend, only for the man in question to holler loudly.

“Yo, Tsu’tey got his wings, alright!” Jakesully announces loudly, pulling the curious stares of Atan and Takuk.

Tsu’tey pays them no mind, however, as he continues his walk down to the river. He has a mate to take care of, one who brings him such joy he hardly believed he was still alive some days. To know that you felt the same as he - Tsu’tey could ask nothing more of the Great Mother.

That pesky egg of yours, however…

#Please read the tag warings! #tsu'tey x human reader #tsu'tey x h!reader #tsutey x human reader #tsutey x h!reader #na'vi x human reader #na'vi x human #na'vi x reader #tsu'tey #tsu'tey te rongloa ateyitan #avatar x human reader #avatar 2009 #avatar 2009 x reader #mech writes #Reypaytun #tsu'tey x reader #tsutey x reader

[saym0-0]

tma x mechs college band aus are SO funny because all i can imagine are basira and jon awkwardly not making eye contact and pretending not to know each other the whole entire time they're working together, but sometimes one of them will offhandedly reference a song and the other one will laugh at this seemingly entirely random sentence leaving everyone around them like ?????

#the mechanisms #the mechs #tma #the magnus archives #tma x mechs #mechs x tma #idk if either of those tags exist but whatever #saymbles #mechs x tma au #editing this post ages later bc i remembered the tag i used for my first crossover au post

[autisticalastor]

Broke: Mechs canon implies all the Mechs look like we do, save for their mechanized bits (as Jonny refers to them pre-mechanization being "human").

Woke: The definition of "human" has changed over time, and by the point of Mechs canon, it can include things like pointed ears or wonky organs and such, provided someone looks close enough to what would otherwise have been considered human.

Bespoke: "Human" in Mechs canon refers to the dominant species of any planet, provided said species is bipedal, fully cognizant, and able to communicate with other civilizations throughout space, so it doesn't matter what they look like otherwise.

#thoughts I have had due to all the jonnys with tails and asgardians with paws #~Spencer #the mechanisms #the mechs #x

[knockout-stan]

NSFW, size k!nk, fem human, no-named mech bc i'm a slut for too many of em but i had certain autobots in mind | minors dni

Imagine u and ur fav mech fucking for the first time, they're trying so hard to go slow but struggling because of how good your walls feels, squeezing and stretching all around him. He's trying to make sure you're not hurt while you're whining for more. He wants so badly to give in and give you instant gratification but he's putting your comfort above all else, his huge spike being swallowed by your body.

He can hardly find the strength to pull himself out to push back in. So his thrusts become a little quick, pushing in deep and slow, pulling out quick so he can feel more of you. He runs a cool metallic servo up your back, making you shiver from the contact. His voice calls out to you, with that small digital tone in it, "You doing okay?"

You nod, small tears of pleasure in your eyes. This was finally it. No more barely adequate thighfucking. You called out his designation, and added, "please keep going..." In a quiet yet frantic tone. It took all this mech's strength not to use you like a fleshlight then and there. He kissed your hand, dwarfed in size by his, to satiate the urge to use you. He knows you'd like to be used, but he likes having you safe and out of medbay. His hips are careful, but they find a rhythm. He holds your hip in one hand and the other clenching the corner of the berth underneath.

Being inside a human felt like pure heaven. Your juices coating his spike to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and let out a soft grunt of satisfaction. He leaned back, looking at your nude body laying on his berth. This was unprecedented. Completely new territory between human and autobot. But it was already so addicting. His digits squeezed at your thigh, and felt the skin squish and slightly twitch in his grasp. He couldn't hold back the small smile forming on his face.

You whined, bringing him back out of thoughts, and reached your hands out to him. He knew you wanted him over you again. You enjoyed the feeling of being safe underneath him. And he enjoyed he made you feel safe. His hips find a steady rhythm fucking you, and he listens to your breathy noises underneath him. Neither of you had climaxed yet, but he knew he was gonna want to do this again soon.

#valveplug #my writing #size difference #fem human #mechs in mind: #Prowl #Sideswipe #Optimus Prime #bluestreak #sunstreaker #transformers #transformers G1 #transformers g1 x reader #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Do you think Cybertronians would make funky little collars to put on their humans to show the human is theirs

Like imagine the mech stylizing the collar so their human fits their color scheme or they decorate it with little lights or bells or even add specific gadgets like a walkie-talkie so they can talk to their little one even when they’re separated, or maybe some sort of system that will defend the human if they’re in danger.

Whether the human likes this or not doesn’t matter, they’re wearing that collar no matter what.

Rodimus, putting the ugliest fucking red-and-orange collar on his human: “Look Little Buddy, now we match!”

The human: “I want to kill myself.”

#gator bites #transformers #transformers g/t #transformers x human reader #transformers first contact #first contact au #I’d let a mech put a collar on me #I’d wanna match with Drift #not so much with Rodimus though

[breakitoutwildbreak]

Pretending to stay angry only makes Breakdown want him more. Hopefully he doesn’t scratch Knock Out’s finish.

Old art

#maccadam #knockout #knock out #breakdown #Breakdown x Knock Out #kobd #tfp #transformers prime #I don’t remember being this good at drawing mechs…

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Downtime | Bayverse Crosshairs x Drift | NSFW 18+

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: Smut ( touching and spike in valve ) mech x mech and mentions of violent past. NSFW 18+.

Notes: My first m x m, first cc x cc, and first bayverse! Honestly, I do enjoy the bayverse and knightverse movies. I love them all. Animations just have more meanining to me. Anyway, here it is, and I hope it's what you imagined it to be. Sorry for the delay. Enjoy. 🥰

Amica Endura - Long term best friend.

Conjux Endura - Significant other.

Drift would often awake from recharge through a sharp vent, spark pulsing and optics brightly lit, only to calm himself once he realises that he wasn't where he thought he was, but at peace, at least that's what he thinks. It's more peaceful than the troubled past he came from.

He felt all he could offer the universe was death. That was no way to live.

Not many knew of his past, but those few that did kept his secret. The less that knew the better, and most that knew before were offline anyway. Less whispers and ghosts to follow him.

Drift used to be a decepticon at the start of their war. His name was Deadlock, a devoted fighter, cunning, respected, and had a special skill for violence. Fighting for Megatron was an honour at first, but he got carried away with dominance and power, becoming obsessed to destroy not just the autobots but the whole universe. To him, the meaning to fight for decepticons no longer had meaning.

He started to doubt, and that's when he started hearing every horrified scream and remembering every face of all the lives he ever took. He needed an escape, and that happened when he met Crosshairs. Originally the autobot was captured and he was in charge of extracting information. He always did without hesitation.

Crosshairs was annoying, never shut up, and was a horrible flirt towards him while being his prisoner, and he couldn't help but fall in love with that stupid face. He couldn't do it. He let him loose and they made their escape together, but it almost cost him his own life. Crosshairs saved him and brought him back to the autobots where he was given a second chance. He proved himself and he became an autobot.

But the damage was already done.

During his time with the autobots it's Crosshairs that pretty much watched over him, teamed up on missions, and pretty much acted so smug and annoying towards him, which he liked. Eventually Crosshairs became his amica, and at some point along the way, he became his conjux.

Enemies to lovers.

For thousands of years they are together, as soldiers and lovers, and over this time Drift's past seems to always follow. No matter how much he wanted to redeem himself, he'll never forget the choices he made.

Now on earth they are forced into hiding, ordered by Optimus Prime to stay hidden and have no contact with the humans. Turns out humans were hunting them, and deep down Drift didn't blame them. Crosshairs called them greedy buggers, saying humans were only thinking of themselves and he was right.

It's their kind that have invaded their home, their world, rained chaos in their long war. The humans didn't want them around anymore and Drift understood, but they had no other home and no way to leave earth, so staying put is the only thing to do.

In these moments Crosshairs could read Drift so easily and knew what to do to bring any form of peace to his lover. One thing Drift loves about earth is the nature, the green lush forests, there is a calming aura that he embraces whenever possible.

When it happens, Crosshairs knows what to do.

"We don't need to be out here." Drift tries to tell him as he's pulled by his servo through the thicket of the jungle forest. "It was one bad dream, it happens sometimes to everyone."

"Yeah, it happens, and I'm not going to ignore it. I'll drag your pretty ass out here a thousand times more if I have." Crosshairs only cared about Drift and keeping his processor as calm as possible.

"And after a thousand times? Then what?" Drift is only answered with Crosshairs sending him a wicked smile.

"No one keeps count darling."

Drift finds himself laying on the cool forest ground, optics gazing up through the thick tree leafs that hang over him and float against the light breeze blowing through and the sun rays shining through the open areas. Peaceful.

"There we go, nice and calm, yeah?" Crosshairs lets out a tame whisper while laying beside his lover to join him.

"Thank you, my love. You always know how to take care of me. I do apologise that my dreams affect you as well, I wish they didn't."

"Enough of that sap. You're my conjux, and it's part of my duty to take care of you."

"I just wish my past would stop at some point..." It's something Drift does say often.

"Drift, you can't change the past. What you have, that shit is going to follow you always. There's no escaping." His words weren't harsh, but real. "That's why I'm here for you, to help you however I can and love you and your beautiful ass."

"Charming." Drift shroffs through a light chuckle.

Crosshairs shifts closer to nuzzling into his soft neck cables making Drift's optics shutter close from the tenderness, venting softly as his systems went with the calmness that surrounded him.

This went on for a while, welcoming Crosshairs touches and light kisses, before feeling his servo cascade towards his panel cover, earning a minor moan from Drift. Of course this is what his conjux had in mind for them while out here. Better than a dark cave Drift thought to himself.

"Why am I not surprised?" Drift can't help but say softly before shifting a moan feeling the touches press between his thighs at his panel.

"Interfacing can help distract, and release stress." His answer wasn't wrong but Drift wasn't going to agree with him, knowing he'll just brag about it.

Crosshairs always does this, thinking he was a king to make Drift overload so easily in his calm mood, which he always does anyway and Drift wasn't going to complain. He likes it when Crosshairs gives himself so easily in any given moment.

Retracting his panel Drift lets a gentle moan leave him as his vents hitch and kick into a bit of speed feeling his systems already warm up just from his simple touches. His spike emerges from its housing and Crosshairs doesn't hesitate to take hold of his already throbbing length, digits ghosting across his sensitive tip.

Drift feels his shadow and onlines his optics only to be greeted with his lips across his own in a tender smooth, gently his glossa invades and coils around his own while he continues to mildly pump Drift's spike. It's moments like these that have a different kind of calmness, peace, that Crosshairs knew all too well has helped him in the past. He knew exactly what he was doing.

The kiss stays tender between them, warmth clouding their lips as they keep the slow pace together, lingering moans devoured by one another in the slowly growing passionate moment.

Crosshairs straddles himself over Drift while keeping the kiss firm, his own panel already retracted and valve eager to be filled. He grinds himself against Drift's spike, valve lips running along his ridged length and flickering against his delicate node.

"Oh baby...already get me so lubricated and ready just from the sight of you." Crosshairs purrs against Drift's parted lips as his lover drags his glossa across his metal plated chin.

"I thought it was us sparing that gets you most excited." Drift can't help but hint a playful tone through his voice.

"I'm allowed multiple turn ons."

"Everything about me turns you on."

Crosshairs grins against his cheek plating. "You're not wrong there, sweet spark."

Drift lets out a stuttered moan as his throbbing spike is suddenly wrapped around the tight warmth of Crosshairs valve, sinking down directly onto his length before he brings his servos up to rest them against his mate's green armoured waist before feeling him fully sink down on him.

"You like that?" Crosshairs murmurs against his audio, teasing him by rocking his hips down slow and hard against him. "Like me humping you good?"

"I wish for this to be a beautiful moment to remember, not a quick rut." Drift would ask for this sometimes.

"Fine, I'll shut up, make it all pretty and poetic just for you." Crosshairs lets out a snicker and shares a kiss with him, still keeping his hips steady and slow against him.

Drift's servos roam up and down his waist, holding back his sounds and admiring his mate on him with that beautiful flirtatious face of his hanging over his vision.

"Don't shut up, love."

"Anything for you, baby."

Crosshairs starts to rock himself more firmly, grinding the throbbing spike buried deep in his valve before moving his hand to his own twitching spike to stroke himself in sync with his movements, adding to the growing arousal.

Drift lets out soft curses in cybertronian, optics flickering as his plating all over his frame heats up, and manages to move his hips up against Crosshairs movements. He kissed his mate again before allowing him to sit up and use his strength to pick up the fierceness movement, grunting growing longer.

His spike twitched even more with every passing second and neared his overload, but wanted to hold back, though Crosshairs wasn't making that easy.

"Nah ah, don't hold back. I want to feel you, all of you, everything you can give. Come one, baby, give me the juice."

That was all it takes for Drift to overload, moaning loudly through a choked grunt and fill his trans fluids deep within his mate while he continues to ride his cable, clenching and pumping himself like mad before he finally came undone, spraying his own fluids against Drift's front armour.

"Beautiful artwork." He comments through heated vents, grinning through that silly overload grin of his that Drift loves so much.

Drift holds him down a little long, keeping him there before leaning up to kiss him. Eventually Crosshairs dows slide off him and they lay together, frames in contact and servos gently soothing over one another.

"I love you, my beautiful conjux." Drift whispers while nuzzling closer against his side, embracing his mate and the nature surrounding them.

"I know." Crosshairs will never change, and Drift never wanted him to change. "I love you as well."

#transformers #valveplug #bayverse #crosshairs #drift #deadlock #crosshairs x drift #canon x canon #mech x mech #writing #fanfiction #smut #sugarrusheag #I wrote this way too late

[kiaerinnn]

New pfp y'all🥰😍🖤❤️

#ninjago #ninjago cole #ninjago kai #hello tumblr #fandoms i'm in #recommend #fyp #ninjago lavashipping #lavashipping #ninjago lava #cole brookstone #ninjago kai smith #kai smith #cole x kai #gay uncles #gay legos #gay ships #gay for the homies literally??? #homo🤪 #ninjago mech series #can wait for the 3rd episode😭 #cant wait for the third episode in english #ep2 #i love them sm #i love them

[frosty-tian]

Free-handed a comic for my mental health before trying to sleep again.

Bonus.:

#rescue bots #transformers rescue bots #transformers #maccadam #kade burns #rb kade #graham burns #rb graham #rb boulder #tfrb boulder #mech preg #m preg #mpreg #(implied) #boulgram #human x alien #couple #my art #my doodle #traditional #comic art #sorry for those who still need replying to I’ll try to do it once I’m up

[hobiebrownismygod]

VENOM - Part 1

Venom!Hobie Brown/Spider-Punk x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: The Venom Symbiote is a canon event for every Spider-man, so Hobie Brown must have one of his own, right?

TW: Cursing

WC: ~2.7k

A/N: Based off of @fiepige's Venom!Hobie post!! Check them out, their page is really cool and they have concept art!!

Taglist: @therealloopylupin2099 @spiderrinn @l0starl @daydreaming-en-pointe @itsparis-07 @vileviale @puff-hugs @s6onder

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Hobie repeated the numbers in his head over and over again as he crawled towards the entrance of the facility, terrified of setting off one of the alarms. It'd taken weeks of research and spying for you to get him the code, and he knew that if he messed it up, he wouldn't get another chance like this.

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Hobie lowered himself from the ceiling, hanging upside down in front of the keypad as he slowly inputted the numbers, being careful not to get one wrong. He felt his heart stop as silence fell.

The door made a quiet whirring noise, before unlocking and opening itself for him. He breathed out a soft sigh, taking a deep breath before silently entering.

Why was he breaking and entering into a multi-million dollar science lab that was heavily guarded by some of the greatest security systems in the nation? Because you'd told him to.

Just a month ago, you and the rest of his gang had received intel regarding the V.E.N.O.M soldier that Osborne used to wreak havoc on the city. Although you'd all already known that whatever powered them wasn't exactly...from this world...you still had no idea how to stop them.

That's where this heist came in.

Hobie believed that if he was able to steal the data situated in the lab, he'd be able to learn more about the V.E.N.O.M. soldiers...and hopefully figure out how to defeat them. It was a smart plan, but one that would prove difficult to carry out.

That's how he ended up here. Crawling along the length of the ceiling while examining the inside of the room that, according to his blueprints, would contain the data he needed. He dropped himself down onto the ground, crouching slightly as he approached what looked like a large glass cell.

It reminded him of a terrarium almost, something that was meant to cage those that could easily escape. In this case, 'those' stood for whatever was powering those soldiers. What was it? He wasn't sure.

All he knew was that this was the original. Where Osborne took his inspiration from, the thing that paved the way for the V.E.N.O.M. technology he used to terrorize the city today. See, Osborne's super-soldiers didn't actually use the original power source. They used a synthetic version of it, created by some of Oscorp's finest scientists, forced to perform a nearly impossible feat with a tight deadline.

But they'd done it. They'd duplicated whatever was in that cell. And now...it was Hobie's turn to find out what exactly this power source was.

As Hobie approached the glass, he could hear a slight squelching sound, so quiet that it was barely audible. Where was it coming from? He peered into the cage, hand pressed flat against the cold exterior. He couldn't see anything.

For a moment, he wanted to open the cage, maybe take a look inside, but he thought against it. There was nothing there. Could they have moved it? He cursed under his breath. Their intel wasn't exactly up-to-date...there was a chance that the power source had been moved.

Biting back his frustration, he turned his attention towards the large computer sitting on the desk next to the cell, pulling up the keyboard and glancing down at the messy scribbles on his wrist. The prewritten bypass codes, in permanent black ink, stood out against his dark skin, just legible enough for him to input them without making a mistake.

He began to scroll through the contents of the computer, pulling out a flash drive from his pocket and stabbing it into the side, the upload beginning almost immediately. While he waited for the files to load, he walked back towards the cell, hands in his pockets.

The small screen on the side of the door had begun to flash, little red warning signs appearing. He clicked past them and a page with graphs and charts opened up with a beep. He squinted slightly as he attempted to read the writing.

Beep

No Host Detected

Host?

Beep

Symbiote Pheromone Levels Spiking

Symbiote?

Hobie furrowed his brows in confusion, trying to click on the page again to make it larger. Instead, his finger accidentally brushed against the open button.

Beep

Are you sure?

The warning message popped up. Hobie hesitated for a moment, glancing back into the cell. He pressed 'yes'.

The door to the cage made a quiet whirring noise before it slowly opened, allowing Hobie to cautiously step onto the white tile inside. He could feel his spider-sense acting up, but he couldn't see anything. He entered the cell fully, hands up defensively as he looked around. And then he saw it.

Beep

Host detected.

On the floor in front of him was what looked like...a glob? It was jet black, and he could make out some slight ripples on the surface of it's skin (skin??) that shined when the light from the bright bulbs on the ceiling hit them in just the right place. It was slowly approaching him, not slithering or crawling like an animal, but extending itself out and pulling itself forward.

Hobie was taken aback by the sight, in such shock that he barely even noticed how much his spider sense was flaring up. He stared at it and it stared back up at him. When he tilted his head to the right slightly, it tilted its body the same way, as if it was mimicking him.

Hobie didn't know whether to laugh or run away.

"Unauthorized entrance"

He snapped his head back as he heard the robotic voice sound over the speakers, alerting the entirety of the building of his presence. His heart dropped. "Fuck" He muttered under his breath, shooting one last glance at the glob before walking back towards the door of the cell. He almost didn't notice it latch onto his boot.

"Wot the-" He let out a small yelp as he saw it crawling up his boot. He attempted to kick it off, and it fell to the ground, but instead of trying to crawl towards him again, it pushed itself back slightly. Hobie looked at it amusedly for a moment before a chill ran up his spine in realization. It was acting like an animal. An animal about to strike.

It pounced towards him, faster than he could react. He tried to dodge out of the way, but it extended itself out, something Hobie'd never seen before, and it latched onto him, forcing him to stumble and fall onto his back. He sat up quickly, eyes wide with fear as it began to climb up his chest.

He tried to pull it off, grunting with exertion, but it was too late. Hobie watched in horror as the symbiote sunk into him.

"He's in there!"

He didn't have time for this.

Ignoring the fact that the so-called symbiote had disappeared, Hobie jumped up onto the ceiling, sticking onto the rough surface and heading towards the vents he came through earlier. The guards entered and aimed their guns at the ceiling, but he was already gone, having climbed through the vent without a trace.

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"A symbiote?" You asked, folding your arms over your chest as you leaned back in your chair. He nodded in response, fidgeting with his fingers nervously. "What the hell is a symbiote?"

"I don't know. It's probably where the tech came from. 's the original V.E.N.O.M. mech. Or at leas', it looked like V.E.N.O.M. mech." He replied, bouncing his leg up and down.

The two of your were sitting in the living room of his canal boat, going over the contents of the flash drive that he'd just barely escaped with. He'd been able to download most of the files, but they needed an encryption code to access, which neither of you knew. The whole heist had ended up being a waste...except for the fact that he said he saw the original mech.

"What do you mean it looked like the V.E.N.O.M. mech?" You asked confusedly, tilting your head at him. "Was it not the same?"

"No." He shook his head and put his hand against his face, nibbling on his fingernails. "It was this weird...gooey...stuff." He said awkwardly.

You pushed his hand away from his mouth. "Don't do that. Are you okay? You seem nervous." He looked up at your concerned face and his expression softened slightly. "I'm fine. Jus' still on edge." he said quickly, shoving his hands in the pockets of his vest.

"Look, tha' symbiote thing did something. It kind of-" he cringed, knowing that your response wasn't going to be positive, "-latched onto me."

You froze. "What."

"It melted. It melted on top of me, an' then it jus' disappeared. Like I absorbed it or somethin'" he said quietly, his fingers moving back towards his mouth.

"Why would you go near it?" You asked, shock spreading through your body. "Are you insane?"

"I didn't know it would do tha'!" He voice turned defensive as he leaned back slightly, eyebrows furrowed in frustration. "I didn't even know it was there! It just appeared out o' nowhere!"

"Okay, okay" you put your hands up to calm him down, or more to calm yourself down. "How do you feel? Did it...change anything?"

He stayed silent for a moment, thinking it over. "I feel great actually."

You raised your eyebrows. "Really?" You asked curiously.

"Yeah. I mean, I'm a bit nervous but that's just 'cause I almost got caught." He stood up, stretching his arms out, a smile appearing on his face as he realized that he was in fact feeling much better. "I feel amazin'"

"Amazing?"

He ignored you and jumped up, sticking his hand to the ceiling. "Huh. I didn't even realize 'til now."

"Okay, let's not jump ahead. We still need to figure out where that thing went." You said, gesturing for him to sit back down. "Did you really just...absorb it?"

He wasn't paying attention to you. He was looking down at his hands weirdly, inspecting them as he stayed sticking to the ceiling. "Hobie!" He looked back at you. "Yea?"

"Can you sit back down?"

"Yes ma'am." He unlatched himself from the ceiling and plopped back down onto the couch. He looked down at himself curiously before glancing back towards you. "You don' think that thing attaching itself t' me is gonna change my powers, do you?"

"Why do you think that?" you asked, eyes widening slightly as you thought about that idea. What if?

"Well, if it's the original V.E.N.O.M. tech, it should act like the tech Ozzy's groupies use, right? Maybe I could use that-"

"No."

"Wot?" He looked at you confusedly. "What do you mean, no?"

"We are not planning another riot when you haven't even figured out what that thing's done to you, Hobes." You said with an eye roll. "You're taking this too easy."

He gave you one of those starboy grins of his. "Come off it, I'm Spider-Man, remember? I'll be fine. Might as well put this t' good use." He said with a wink.

"Put what to use? You don't even know what that thing's doing to you-"

"I'll figure it out along the way." he interrupted, leaning back with a smile. You smacked your forehead in annoyance while he gave you an amused look. "'s cute that you care about me so much-"

"Don't. Even. Start."

"Alright, alright" he put his hands up defensively. "I'm jus' messing with ya."

You gave him another glance. "Are you sure you feel okay?" You tried one last time.

"Peachy."

"Fine." You grumbled, standing up and heading towards the kitchen. "You want something to eat?" You asked, opening the fridge and peering inside.

He followed you, leaning against the counter as he watched from behind. "I'll have a yogurt or something."

You squinted. "I don't think we have yogurt."

"It's right there." he said, vaguely gesturing towards the contents of the fridge.

"Where?"

"Here, jus' let me-" He pointed his hand to towards you, attempting to shoot a web towards the fridge. Suddenly, instead of a web coming out of his wrist like usual, something else appeared.

You watched in horror as his arm turned black and extended towards the fridge, grabbing onto the yogurt before pulling it back. You looked at Hobie and he looked equally as confused, staring down at the container in his hand in shock.

"What the fuck was that?!" You exclaimed, taking a step back.

"I-I don't know!" He replied back, his voice just as high-pitched and nervous as yours was. He held his hand in from of him like it was a weapon, pointing it out. "Tha's new..."

"NO SHIT?!"

"Don't yell at me!" He said, eyes wide.

"What was that thing?!"

"I don't know! Maybe it came from-" his jaw dropped. "You don't think-"

"The symbiote." You both whispered together. "I don't remember V.E.N.O.M. soldiers being able to do that" You said nervously. "Well, it is the original...it probably has some different abilities?" He asked, obviously trying to play it off.

You stared at each other in silence. "You know wot? It's fine." he said, opening up the yogurt container. You watched him in shock. "Are you mental?" You asked, approaching him, throwing your hands up in the air. "How are you okay with this?"

"Well what else am I supposed to do? I don't know how t' get this thing out!" he said defensively, mouth full of yogurt. "I'll figure it out later. I'm hungry." He mumbled, shoveling another spoonful into his mouth as he looked away.

What the hell?

Why was he acting so weird? You'd have never expected him to be okay with some weird gooey alien controlling his body. And since when did he like yogurt?!?

"You're hungry?"

He nodded in response, tossing the empty container into the trash and sifting through the items in the fridge as he searched for another item to attack. His eyes landed on a bag of...frozen shrimp.

He pulled it out curiously, putting it near his face. "What is this?" He asked, looking at it as though he was on the brink of starvation. "...frozen shrimp?" you replied cautiously. "Don't tell me you're gonna ea-"

It was too late. He'd already opened the bag and was crunching on the pieces as if they were chips. "Hobie!" You exclaimed, jaw dropping as you watched him. "What are you-" You stopped yourself, barely able to process what you were seeing.

He just shrugged in response. "I'm hungry."

"FOR FROZEN SHRIMP?!?"

"It smells good!"

His ears perked up and he put the bag down, as if he'd heard something. "Do you hear tha'?" He asked, walking towards the window near the two of you.

"Hear what?"

He pressed his ear to the glass of the window. "Someone needs my help."

"How-"

"I gotta go. Spider-man duties." he interrupted, taking another handful of shrimp in his hand before he grabbed his mask off the couch.

"What are you-"

"See you later, love!"

"Hobie-!"

And just like that, he was gone without another word, swinging off into the distance, faster that he usually did.

Strange.

You stared into the distance, still trying to process what'd just happened. You couldn't help but feel as though something was off. I mean...obviously something was off, but there was this feeling in the pit of your stomach that made it seem as though something far, far worse was going to happen.

It was best not to dwell on it. The best thing for you to do right now was to figure out the encryption code for that damn flash drive. Only then would you be able to figure out what that symbiote really was. And what it could be doing.

End of Part 1.

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#across the spiderverse #atsv #hobie brown #spiderman atsv #miles morales #spiderman #beyond the spiderverse #atsv hobie #across the spider verse #hobie brown headcanons #astv hobie #hobie my beloved #hobie spiderverse #hobie x reader #spiderverse hobie #venom!hobie #venom symbiote #venom #venom x reader #venom mech #venom tech #hobie brown x y/n #atsv brainrot #spider punk #hobart brown #hobie x y/n #hobie x you #hobie brown x fem!reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you

[ghouljams]

Can we also have Mech Pilot!König? Please!!

König always looks so focused when he's checking his flight suit, tightening the cuffs on his jumpsuit, and making sure the belts are all in the right positions. Whatever he needs to make sure he can properly interface with the mech. You've gotten in a habit of running checks nearby. Swiping through your tech pad you run through the vitals and mechanics, you type in a few code updates as you inspect fuel intake reads. A shadow hovers over you, König leaning over to check your screen. You tip your head back to look at him, his mech hums from its garage.

"Yes colonel?" You ask, his fingers hover near your neck, his mask hanging so you can just see the curve of his smile. His gloved fingers bypass your neck to tap your tech.

"How's everything running?" He asks, his eyes scanning the screen before returning to your face. Somehow the shadows of his mask never seem to touch the blue in his eyes, the darkness in them is always his own. You hold his gaze, remembering the heat of his mouth, the unyeilding metal of his mech holding your legs open. He raises a brow and you hustle to put your eyes back on your screen.

"Perfectly," you mumble, "all systems operational." You fix your eyes more clearly on the screen, actually read the numbers to make sure you aren't lying to your colonel. You squint at the neuro logs, skimming over the spikes and slips. "There's just a little blip in your neural handshake that I want to-"

König shuts off your display, the mech across from your twitches it's fingers. The lights on its face plate glow, it's motors purring, you get the distinct impression that it's watching you the same way König is. "Nothing to worry over," König tells you.

"But I-"

"That's an order," König's voice is harder where he leans over you. Your breath quickens, your eyes locked on the mech as it's head turns to look at you, moving even without its pilot. It's not supposed to do that. "Ignore it," König leans closer, his mask grazes your cheek and your head twitches away from it, "unless you want to lose your commission."

"Roger," you breathe, fingers already moving to delete the neural log. Mech pilots are always a little off, but König seemed to take to it like water. You wonder now if that was such a good thing.

#cod x reader #x reader #cyberpunk au #mech pilot!könig #könig fanfiction #könig x reader #könig cod #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #konig x reader #hes a spooky boy and i think thats neat #you dont want to jeopardize your job do you? no? then shut the fuck up #the power imbalance is power imbalancing