The galaxy is dark and full of Terrors

Indie Tyran Robert Epps. Semi-selective, mutuals only. (Mun is 18+ NSFW is present)

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She pulls sounds of ecstasy from him with each gentle touch. She is exploring, he can tell, the way she contemplates each steady glide of her servos over skin. He feels anxious, the anticipation of whats to greet him building in his chest. He finds himself at a loss, even after they re-position. He’s done this before, yet with her it is breathtakingly different. It should be familiar to him, since it’s the same type of dance, but alas he’s left awestruck. Epps wants to remember this, every detail and every moment. He wants to lock it away and keep it hidden and safe. Safe from any who would take it from him..--from any who would try and take her from him.

He makes a strangled sound when servos brush his length, head lolling back as if the feeling in it was lost. He lets out a grunt, low in his throat. It sounds animalistic, and he’s almost embarrassed by the reaction his body gives. His hips roll forwards into the touch, straining for more than just the experimental touch offered. He is weak to this. The realization is startling in a way that would almost make him nervous, if he weren’t so distracted. It’s good he’s unable to focus on anything else but her soft attentions, for he’d be loathe to mess things up.

His hands come to rest upon her warm alloy, trembling as he contemplates what his move should be. This would be different, if she were human. He’d know what buttons to push and when. He’s in uncharted territory, as if he’d been reduced to the babbling virgin he once was. His brow furrows in concentration, mind trying to defog itself long enough to focus. His fingers move of their own accord, finding her audials once more and returning the light touches she’d offered. It’s minuscule compared to what she’s managed, but he supposes it’s a start.

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The ghosting touches make the hairs on his arm stand on end. It is exciting, being in this position with her. He is grossly unprepared for whatever she may offer, he knows this, but it doesn't do much to deter him. He's certain that he wants whatever she can offer him, but he can sense the hesitation even if it isn't 100% out in the open.

So, Epps thinks on it for a moment. He considers her, enjoying the subtle nips and licks she offers. He's not ignorant to cybertronian anatomy, however he is unversed. He's not certain as to what all she would like, and his ignorance causes him to pause. He doesn't want to make any mistakes. He doesn't want to fumble around like a virgin who has just discovered his first porno. No, Epps wants things to go right. He wants to be as far away from the norm as possible, and if that means taking risks he's down.

So, taking it slow is probably best. Even if what's between his legs would prefer to speed things up. He worries his lip between his teeth, trying to muster up the courage to answer her question. It shouldn't be as hard as it is, he's done this before, loads of times throughout his life. Of course, none of those times were with a cybertronian. That seemed to make things a bit more difficult for him.

"I think we should take our time, y'know learn each other." He winks, mouth stretching into a grin. The skin of his nipples has pebbled, even without much touch being given to them. He's not sure if it's anticipation or the cold of the room, but he welcomes the feeling nonetheless.

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Some days, some missions were harder than others. The Decepticon forces seemed endless while Autobot numbers were so few. Some days, Hummingbird just wanted to curl up in the dark and ignore the whole galaxy for centuries. So when Epps comes to find her after said mission in her little personal hangar, she pulls him into her lap so she can rest her helm on his shoulder, wordlessly hands him the controller to her game system, and wraps her arms around him while creating a player two in the game.

Epps isn’t great at people emotions. He struggles with consoling, and the basic things that most people would consider the ‘norm’. He was t always like this, in fact before he the war and before he became a member of N.E.S.T, he was pretty decent at making people feel good. He was the Casanova, if you would. He could charm the most conservative of ladies out of their underwear, and he was even pretty good with the fellas too. That was, before the war, though.

Nowadays, he finds himself too tired. It doesn’t matter if the battle is hard or as easy as breathing. Epps is tired. He’s often times so tired, that he lacks the ability to sleep, and when he finds it the sleep is never good. Not unless he’s with Hummingbird, at least. He is thankful for her, for she’s a kindness in a world that’s turned too bitter. She finds ways, even if they’re small, to make him feel at least a little bit human. Maybe it’s intentional, maybe not. It is remarkable the way she seems to just k n o w how to mend the emotional wounds of the day. Sometimes its actions, sometimes it’s words, it always helps immediately whatever she chooses. That's why he tries to do the same, even if he isn't as good at it as she is.

When she hands him the game controller, he’s taken aback for a moment. He’s tired, like usual, and his brain was more focused on rest than anything else. He is at first tempted to reject, to ask her if they could instead cuddle up and sleep the fatigue away. It would be a kindness, but he realizes it’s not what either of them needs. So, he offers a grin, taking up his usual stance of focus. He’ll indulge, if only to make her happy. He wants her to be happy.

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He's eager to help her rid him of his confining and itchy clothes. They're a nuisance in this moment that they share, and he'd be much comfortable out of them anyway. Especially his pants, they were starting to constrict. He couldn't lose something important due to loss of circulation. He tosses his shirt after he's wriggled free of it, sending it to take up residence of one blade of the inactive ceiling fan. In hindsight, Epps figures he probably should have switched it on. Things were getting a little heated, and he'd die of embarrassment if he started sweating before any real physical activity took place. He wasn't a rookie, after all.

He finds himself offering up a genuine smile, something that's rare for him in the now. He's been pulled by the hands of time to an age of confusion and darkness, and the most he can offer anyone on a good day is half-hearted grins and humor. It's a form of coping, one he's found works better than any other. It's one that's helped him survive.

Hummingbird was probably the first to be blessed with a real smile from Epps. She had that funny power over him, the one that caused his heart to skip beats and his cheeks to darken. It was weird being weak to primal urges you'd thought had long been reined in. Epps was finding out quick that he lacked even half the power he thought he had. It was unnerving, but in a good sorta way.

He grinned at her when she commented on his anatomy, though he wasn't sure how much truth her words held. He was almost positive he was vastly different than her, and it was a fact that caused both nervousness and excitement. It made him feel like a teenager again. He could remember feeling like this the first time a girl he liked smiled at him, like he was walking on air. Her question is a tough one, for truthfully his brain isn't really sure what it wants. It's being tugged in all sorts of directions.

"Surprise me?"

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Ah yes, victory.

This is very much the reaction he’s wanted, the one he’s played so patiently for. His grin is hardly contained, looking up at her with pure mischief in his eyes. He wouldn’t gloat, as she’d probably deny that he’d even won, but in his mind he has. He enjoys the view of her over him, it gets his adrenaline pumping, the familiar heat flooding into his stomach.  

His heart feels as though it’s going to pound right from his chest, the thrill of being wanted is one he’s deeply fond of. To be completely honest though, he liked seeing her all riled up. His snack lay scattered across the area, bits of it crunching between their shifting forms. That would be uncomfortable later.

Her words bring a shock of laughter from him, a look of joyous disbelief flooding his features momentarily before the pair is locked within a kiss. He’d be telling a lie if he denied the excitement that curled and throbbed through his veins. It is so loud in its coursing that the engines on the screen are drowned out by it. He doesn’t miss the revving or the faulty plot, it had gotten repetitive anyway.

He presses himself forward, pressing himself against the warm metal that shapes her. It is warm and full of life, and he wonders if she holds the same excitement as him. He knows she can probably hear his heart beating away at his chest, and for a moment he’s embarrassed. There is a part of him that would be aghast that anyone had that kind of control over him. He doesn’t let it distract him though, pressing his mouth against her own. He tries to focus the giddy energy into their new found activity, hoping that he wont do something too foolish. He’s like a teenager again, one that lacks experience and gets a hard on way too quickly. He’s certain he’ll never live getting so excited down.

If he gets more of what she’s offering, Epps will be alright with a little teasing.

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"If I kiss a prince, does that make me a princess?"

He squints at her, mouth pulling to one side to form a lopsided grin. It’s a cheesy pick up line, if it’s even considered a pick up line. He’s tempted to remind her that he’d be the last thing to be considered a prince, what with how he’d spent his life before the military and meeting her. He finds it endearing nonetheless, and he’d be quick to inform her that it’d probably be the other way around. After all, she was already his queen.

He leans into her, soft flesh pressing into the metal grooves that make her who she is. There used to be discomfort, but it seems now his body has fully adjusted to it, and welcomes the familiarity. Her frame is warm, and he welcomes its warmth. The colder months were beginning to rear their ugly heads, causing his body to take on a cold that would unfortunately be the norm for Robert until summer came to warm him once more. He was bundled up, despite not minding the cold. He thinks that this moment would be perfect if he had a piping hot mug of hot chocolate, the real kind made of real chocolate. It’s the little moments like these that make everything the pair has been through worth it. He’s glad everything that has happened, happened. He smiles at her, genuine.

“If I kiss a queen, does that make me a king?”

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He gazes at her for a moment, shocked.

He hadn’t pegged Hummingbird as the type of lady to do such, while she carried a certain flirtatiousness about her, it was usually only reserved for him. That, and she wasn’t always sure of herself when she flirted. Not that the touch was unwanted, Epps absolutely didn’t mind the occasional butt-rub. He preferred it, in fact. This could be a sign that the pair was crossing that ever familiar bridge of comfort. The one that meant they were finally adjusting to one another.

He grinned at her, reaching out a hand to tentatively caress her audials. He could have gone for the same target she’d chosen, but this always garnered a better response.

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She might be wearing too much armor for you to try and reciprocate her naughty gesture. But you’re always welcome to try~

Oh yes, she loves audial pets. Her engine thrums lowly in approval as she leans into his hand, gently nuzzling into it. 

But maybe it’s time to help her human along. Hummingbird reaches up and cups his fingers with her digits. Turning her helm, she helps reach his fingers to the sweet spot behind her audial fans, where the wiring is more sensitive and enjoyable.

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Her response inspires a smile of pure adoration to pull at his cheeks. He is smitten, for lack of a better term. She is far too much for him, and he wonders often how he’d stumbled so luckily into their current situation. His fingers press where she guides, soft smile of affection still on his face.

He finds it amusing, how she sounds like she purring. He wont voice it, if he did he’d probably lose the privilege of touch for a month. He does continue, however. He lives for these moments of affection, the ones where no one is around to disturb them. He wonders just what this new found spot will bring him, there is a reason  she showed him, he’s certain. He has a few ideas, of course but he figures it best to see how everything plays out. He’s certain of one thing though, he’s glad he has her.

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If you ever did comment on her purring, she’d glare at you, and yes, you probably would lose touching privileges. She would claim it’s because she doesn’t purr; she’s a bird, she coos.

Instead, she lets out a strangled noise of pleasure. There’s the sweet spot. Her helm nuzzles into his chest, practically dropping in like a dead weight and she has to catch herself from simply swooning into his arms; he can’t support her frame.

One of the hardest things of courting a human is her current EM field is trying to mesh with him, telling him how much she’s enjoying the attention, but he most likely can’t feel a thing. She simply tries to keep her helm tilted to give him plenty of access to that sweet spot.

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She is still so strange to him, though it isn’t at all a bad thing. If anyone would have told him months ago that he’d be in this situation with her, he probably would have laughed at them. It would be too hard to believe back then. After all, their relationship had blossomed by surprise, especially for Epps.

He is glad they’re here now though, glad he can share these intimate moments with her. They are so special to him, these moments where it feels like there is no one else within the universe. Just the two of them together. It makes the heaviness that his world carries not feel so..---heavy.

He drops his head onto her helm, gently so not to embarrass himself. He continues his ministrations as the silence carries itself over. He suspects this would be so much better if he were like her. If their anatomy was the same they could probably experience so much more, but he’d never change her. He’d only ever seek to change himself, and if he could ever find a way he probably would. She meant so much to him, he just wished he had a way to show it.

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She was deeply mistaken if she believed he couldn’t last through all of these god awful car flicks. He’d done it before, quite a few times actually. There was nothing like being bored on base, with no way out other than watching some stupid movie someone picked. Albeit, this was not a ‘bored on base’ situation, of course. It didn’t matter though,  Epps had his training, and he’d prevail. 

It all came down to how bad the other wanted it, if he was being honest. This was all a part of a test, to see whether or not they were both on the same page after engulfing themselves in each other’s near constant company. Epps was still uncertain, despite all of the signs to give him confidence. After all, Hummingbird wasn’t a Terran female. She was not designed like the women Epps had been with before. He hadn’t even been very good at keeping them around, not that he really minded that.

This was different though. Epps wanted to keep her around, he wanted her to want to stay. He didn’t want to rush into things and make a fool of himself doing so. He wanted for this to work, and if it took him months to get to where he needed to get then so be it. This was as much resolve as he’d ever shown, and if he were being honest, it shocked him a little. 

He fiddled with his popcorn bag for a minute, zoning in on the man she thought looked like him. He watched the mannerisms, and the way the man joked with his comrades. He’d be lying if he said there weren’t similarities. Epps definitely had one thing over him, though.

“I’m definitely the better looking. I’ll be right back though, this popcorn needs chocolate syrup.”

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"You are beautiful like I've never seen."

He believes this is lightest he’s felt in years. He can’t find the words to describe just how exactly he feels, afraid that in his mind they’ll tarnish the moment by sounding too cheesy. Epps can feel his heart thudding within his ribs, not too fast and not too slow. Its rhythm is an easy one, one that thuds away like it has finally found the peace that every sentient being in the galaxy so craves. It is like the world around him has been shaken to its core. He feels like it is falling away, bit by violent bit, fading into nothingness until it’s just them. Just the pair of them, no war, no hiding, no strife.

He wishes to live within this moment forever, undisturbed. He would bring the known universe to its knees for her, despite him being significantly small. Humans are not so mighty, though they are able to persevere through even the most trying of situations. Still, he finds that, given the opportunity, he’d certainly do all that was within his power to do so. Just for her, no one else. Maybe it was selfish, and maybe he should feel guilty, but he’d be so content to allow the world to fade to nothing so long as he could keep her with him.

There is a smile that pulls at the corners of his mouth, it crinkles his nose and reaches his dark eyes. He is so at peace here, where they are. It is not as if they lay exhausted upon the remnants of a battle field. It is not as if death shrouds the area on both sides. He is just with her, and despite all the bad around them, they are at peace. That is all Robert has ever wanted.

He has only ever truly craved a few things in his life. He is one who indulges in so much so often that rarely does he crave or desire anything. He is certain of one thing now, however. He desires this. He desires to be with her, and he desires to be at peace. He would bring the universe to its knees if it tried to take this from him, despite how seemingly insignificant he is within the world. He would find a way, like humans always did. He’d find some way to keep them at peace. Whatever it took.

“Nothing in the galaxy is more beautiful than you, my lovebird.”

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three word starters pt. 2

“don’t you dare.”

“look at me.”

“just forget it.”

“i’m not mad.”

“you’re being mean.”

“what a mess.”

“you are perfect.”

“jesus fucking christ.”

“you’ll be okay.”

“take a seat.”

“don’t let go.”

“oh my god.”

“you’re the worst.”

“you’re my favorite.”

“i ruined everything.”

“you ruined everything.”

“just trust me.”

“i’m not drunk.”

“i feel lost.”

“i’m so alone.”

“you’re not alone.”

“hold onto me.”

“just come here.”

“stay the night.”

“please just go.”

“please don’t go.”

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“I’ll go anywhere you want.”

“I want to love you but I don’t know how.”

“I convinced myself that I would never find you.”

“We were full of life.”

“I only want what’s right.“

“Maybe I’m too sensitive…”

“I don’t want to fight,”

“You are beautiful like I’ve never seen.”

“We promised we’d be safe.”

”Go ahead and laugh.“

“Start again from the beginning.”

“What if we could risk everything we have?”

“I don’t know who I am, but now I know who I am not.”

“I’m only honest when it rains.”

“Somehow I’ve fallen in love.”

“I want to tell you but I don’t know how.”

“It all makes perfect sense to me…”

“I’ve been worried all my life.”

“It’s fight or flight.”

“You are enough.”

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L I G H T

‘  at night i dream of you.  ’ ‘  don’t give up yet.  you still have time to fix things.  ’ ‘  falling in love with someone else is not a personal attack.  ’ ‘  i am still so weak when it comes to you.  ’ ‘  i can’t believe i let myself let you down.  ’ ‘  i don’t care where we go when we die,  as long as i’m with you.  ’ ‘  i dream of saying to you all the words i held inside until it was too late.  ’ ‘  i feel so warm  &  safe when you talk to me.  maybe i could love you if you’d let me.  ’ ‘  i finally let the right people in  &  i have never felt so loved.  ’ ‘  i like the way your nails paint red stripes along my spine days after you’re gone.  ’ ‘  i lived in your permafrost for twenty years  &  then you looked at me  &  i felt the warmth of spring.  ’ ‘  i once wished you’d leave me alone,  but i take it back.  ’ ‘  i want to be able to love someone else,  but you stretch your arms  &  spread your legs inside my heart so that there is no room for anyone or anything else.  ’ ‘  i want to believe that we got it right this time.  ’ ‘  i wonder how much longer i can cling to your light before it expires completely.  ’ ‘  i would travel across the world to be by your side,  because as long as you are with me,  anywhere is a perfect place to me.  ’ ‘  it took me awhile to realize it myself,  but you are not what other people say you are.  ’ ‘  it’s not that i really need you,  but life would be pretty boring without you around.  there’s no one i would rather be with.  ’ ‘  i’d like to stay like this for awhile.  ’ ‘  life  &  death don’t have to be so boring,  let’s make both an adventure.  ’ ‘  life imitates art,  they say.  i didn’t believe it until i started to notice the way your eyelashes look so much like tiny ink stroke.  ’ ‘  live your life so that when you die,  souls will come for miles just to hear your historic tales.  ’ ‘  make your exes jealous  &  your past self proud.  ’ ‘  maybe you’re what i needed to find in order to move on.  ’ ‘  never get caught falling harder.  they’ll never let you back up.  ’ ‘  please don’t go.  ’ ‘  some days it’s easier to just stop fighting it  &  succumb.  ’ ‘  sometimes,  you’ll find it hard to keep going,  but you always will.  ’ ‘  the desire i feel for you is that same itching,  insidious hunger that an addict has for their addiction.  ’ ‘  the worst thing about you is that you weren’t all bad.  ’ ‘  there is absolutely nothing  &  no one who can stop me.  ’ ‘  there is no route of losing you that is without pain.  ’ ‘  there’s still room for adventure  &  there is no one i’d rather have by my side.  ’ ‘  things didn’t turn out the way i planned,  but i’m alright with that.  ’ ‘  we could be really incredible together,  you know?  ’ ‘  you are beautiful  &  vibrant  &  confident.  you are light  &  laughter incarnate  &  every fiber of your being screams freedom  &  joy.  when i am with you,  i am truly happy.  ’ ‘  you are starlight incarnate,  from the grand way you sway your hips to the wide mysterious way you think.  blessed are any to be loved by you.  ’ ‘  you are too afraid of the future to let go of a past that was never kind to you.  ’ ‘  you call me yours  &  i have no idea what that even means to you.  ’ ‘  you remind me of bubblegum  &  sweets;  soft  &  pink  &  warm.  you are strong in the gentlest way.  you are so stubbornly kind.  i wish i could be like that.  ’ ‘  you still visit me while i sleep sometimes.  your fingers trace my spine  &  i listen to you breathe.  please stop haunting me.  ’ ‘  ‘morbid curiosity’ is a wonderful way to describe how i feel about you.  ’

D A R K

‘  a thousand empty bottles  &  fist fights will never return to us what we lost that day.  ’ ‘  everyone else has moved on,  but i am still here.  ’ ‘  everything about you screams danger.  ’ ‘  everything is worthless to you  &  you,  in turn,  became worthless.  ’ ‘  for once in my life i want to be surrounded by people that i don’t feel like i need to impress.  ’ ‘  freedom is really hard to get used to.  ’ ‘  how could you do this to me?  how fucking could you?  ’ ‘  i am becoming everything we always dreamed of  &  i am leaving you behind.  ’ ‘  i buried you so well that you might as well have died.  ’ ‘  i can rest easy knowing that the person i love is dead  &  not the monster you became.  ’ ‘  i can’t look at you.  not now,  not ever.  ’ ‘  i don’t ask how you’ve been.  what’s the point?  you’d lie anyways.  ’ ‘  i dream of hearing the words i so desperately needed to lay your memory to rest.  ’ ‘  i haunted this house first.  there is no room for you here.  ’ ‘  i have a right to be upset.  i loved them too, you know.  ’ ‘  i just want it to end.  i want it to all go away.  i want to go away.  ’ ‘  i may be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,  but a snake hiding in the skin of a mouse is far more dangerous.  ’ ‘  i saw your face today  &  didn’t feel anything.  i am free.  ’ ‘  i tried to save you,  but you didn’t want to be saved.  you just wanted someone to suffer with you.  ’ ‘  it’s almost as if you were never here.  ’ ‘  it’s unhealthy to do these things,  you tell me.  you say it’s time to stop smoking,  time to stop gambling,  &  dammit,  i f you don’t stop drinking it’ll kill you.  i sure hope you’re right,  darling.  ’ ‘  i’m always pleasantly surprised by how easy it is to kill you in my mind  ’ ‘  i’m not really scared to die.  i’m more afraid that no one will miss me when i’m gone.  ’ ‘  i’m not the person you left behind anymore.  there’s no one here to miss.  ’ ‘  i’ve been dead far longer than i’ve been alive.  ’ ‘  i’ve eaten nothing but flower petals  &  ivy for weeks because i want to be beautiful inside like you.  ’ ‘  i’ve never been completely satisfied.  i most likely will still be unsatisfied long after my death.  ’ ‘  no motive other than pleasure,  my dear.  ’ ‘  one day i’ll go or you will.  either way,  it will be as if i’m losing a piece of myself.  ’ ‘  our dreams  &  promises decay along with you.  ’ ‘  the leaves change,  but nothing else does.  ’ ‘  the only difference between avoiding  &  leaving is that now i’m not waiting up for you.  ’ ‘  there is no such thing as a person who is required to love you.  ’ ‘  there’s only so much that can be done to repair old damage.  ’ ‘  things aren’t going as i hoped.  maybe if i die,  i can start over again?  better luck next time.  ’ ‘  this is not something to be proud of.  this is a tragedy.  ’ ‘  trying to get rid of me?  oh honey,  you’ll have to try much harder than that.  ’ ‘  trying to get under my skin?  you’re nothing more than a pesky itch.  ’ ‘  unlike you,  i can’t hide my identity when it becomes an inconvenience or a danger.  ’ ‘  weeping is for gods  &  martyrs,  we cannot afford such luxuries.  ’ ‘  would you even miss me?  ’ ‘  you are not important enough to earn an eternal place in my heart.  ’ ‘  you complain nonstop about being unloved  &  alone,  i can’t imagine what you’d be like if that were actually true.  ’ ‘  you don’t know what it’s like.  ’ ‘  you made this so fucking easy for me.  ’ ‘  you should see me as a threat.  i will tear down everything you know until there is nothing left of you.  i am a walking threat.  ’ ‘  you think i’m already gone,  but i’m still fighting.  ’ ‘  you think i’m dead,  but i’m just dying.  ’ ‘  you were never an addiction,  you were a fucking disease.  ’ ‘  you wouldn’t dare cross me.  i am god  &  you are the soil beneath my feet.  ’ ‘  your existence takes up so much more space in mine that we might as well be one entity.  ’ ‘  your fingers are so cold  &  bruised,  but you’re still slamming your fists again the barricade as if it makes a difference.  ’ ‘  your hair is tied in a noose  &  your fingernails are razor blades,  your lips are poison  &  i will gratefully kiss them.  ’ ‘  your hatred has a body count  &  we will not forget.  ’ ‘  your loss,  not mine.  ’ ‘  you’re a sick fuck.  you know that?  ’ ‘  you’re not gentle with me  &  i would never ask you to be.  ’ ‘  you’ve trapped yourself so thoroughly in your own mind that it’s not even a rut anymore,  it’s a pit.   ’

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"Death from above!"

He hadn’t thought she’d be as into this game as she was. It was a grave miscalculation on his part, and he’d admit he should have done better. He had hoped this would be one of those things where she’d flat out deny him, but she hadn’t and now he felt gravely outmatched. Water balloon fights were supposed to be his niche. He’d never lost one a day in his life, dating back to when he was knee high with a gap in his teeth and a lot of anger. Now he was almost certain he’d met his match.

This was it, this was the end of the line. The day he died a watery death. Her skills were unmatched, and Epps was 100% positive she was cheating. He hadn’t hit her once! Not once! He was completely soaked, as if he’d been subject to a a massive attack by multiple targets. It was just one target though, and she’d been out for his blood the moment this started.

He hurled another water balloon, unaware of where it was headed. He was trying to focus on bolting to the next place he could take cover. It was like she was everywhere! Everywhere and nowhere at once. He felt like this was a personal attack on his person, as if he’d done something so terribly terrible that it’d only be settled by his blood.

He heard her triumphant shout far too late. He turned just in time to see, possibly the biggest water balloon in existence, coming straight for his face. There was no time to dodge. This was the end. He’d had a good run.

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Caress BUTT

He gazes at her for a moment, shocked.

He hadn’t pegged Hummingbird as the type of lady to do such, while she carried a certain flirtatiousness about her, it was usually only reserved for him. That, and she wasn’t always sure of herself when she flirted. Not that the touch was unwanted, Epps absolutely didn’t mind the occasional butt-rub. He preferred it, in fact. This could be a sign that the pair was crossing that ever familiar bridge of comfort. The one that meant they were finally adjusting to one another.

He grinned at her, reaching out a hand to tentatively caress her audials. He could have gone for the same target she’d chosen, but this always garnered a better response.

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She might be wearing too much armor for you to try and reciprocate her naughty gesture. But you’re always welcome to try~

Oh yes, she loves audial pets. Her engine thrums lowly in approval as she leans into his hand, gently nuzzling into it. 

But maybe it’s time to help her human along. Hummingbird reaches up and cups his fingers with her digits. Turning her helm, she helps reach his fingers to the sweet spot behind her audial fans, where the wiring is more sensitive and enjoyable.

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Her response inspires a smile of pure adoration to pull at his cheeks. He is smitten, for lack of a better term. She is far too much for him, and he wonders often how he’d stumbled so luckily into their current situation. His fingers press where she guides, soft smile of affection still on his face.

He finds it amusing, how she sounds like she purring. He wont voice it, if he did he’d probably lose the privilege of touch for a month. He does continue, however. He lives for these moments of affection, the ones where no one is around to disturb them. He wonders just what this new found spot will bring him, there is a reason  she showed him, he’s certain. He has a few ideas, of course but he figures it best to see how everything plays out. He’s certain of one thing though, he’s glad he has her.

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If you ever did comment on her purring, she’d glare at you, and yes, you probably would lose touching privileges. She would claim it’s because she doesn’t purr; she’s a bird, she coos.

Instead, she lets out a strangled noise of pleasure. There’s the sweet spot. Her helm nuzzles into his chest, practically dropping in like a dead weight and she has to catch herself from simply swooning into his arms; he can’t support her frame.

One of the hardest things of courting a human is her current EM field is trying to mesh with him, telling him how much she’s enjoying the attention, but he most likely can’t feel a thing. She simply tries to keep her helm tilted to give him plenty of access to that sweet spot.

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He can’t help but chuckle, the noise she emits is too much.

Had he would have known about that sweet spot, he’d have gone for it much sooner. This was a whole new playing field, and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a little excited about it.

He pressed his fingers against the sweet spot, gently rubbing in a circular motion. He liked the sounds she made, they were melodic in their own exotic way. He continues his ministrations for a moment more, before a teasing thought crosses his mind.

He removes his fingers, placing his hand behind his back. He just wants to see how she’ll react, considering she’d been enjoying it so much. He smiles at her, head tilted to one side with a sweet shine to his eyes. He wonders if she knows just how much he’s glad to have her in his life.

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"Robert. I have learned of this concept called Netflix and chill. Would you like to try it with me?"

He squints.

Surely, this has to be some sort of prank. He tilts his head to the side, mouth opening and closing as he tries to figure out a response. The most simple response would be ‘Yes, lets pick a movie and hangout!’ but he’s not sure if she actually means “hangout”. He wiggles his chopsticks around in the takeout container, trying to get his brain and vocal box to come to some sort of agreement with what to say. This must have been payback for that one time during the briefing. He finally settles with this being one of those situations, and decides, rather firmly, that he’s not going to lose.

“Sure, lovebird. I’m picking the movie though.”

He seals it with a wink.

[songbirdoftyran]

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songbirdoftyran:

She questions at first if her human is aware of the double meaning of “Netflix and chill.” How could any human not, though? They were the ones that invented it.

Maybe she just finally feels comfortable enough with Epps to try and attempt this. Maybe she’s eager to have him all to herself, to try out this concept, to get her servos on him, on more of his skin-

Her thoughts are already running away from her, and Robert’s flirtings aren’t helping her. They never do. She shutters and offlines her optics, focusing internally to stop her spark from its skipping and spinning that the human makes it do.

She can do this. Robert thinks he can win. He probably can. But she has a few tricks up her sleeve, as the humans say.

“Fine. But no romance movies. You don’t need any more ideas.”

“Uh huh, that’s-” 

There is a sudden, wicked idea that crosses his mind. It causes him to pause mid sentence, eyes slanting towards her. He knows he should throw it out, that he shouldn’t play with fire. He can’t help it though, he’s never been one to shy from a challenge. He wants to try something new, they have been around each other for long enough for this to be considered, right? He hopes so, if not he’ll have made a complete ass of himself and he’ll never be able to live it down.

He quickly types something into his phone, powering on the television in the room. It doesn’t take long for his cheeks to get sore with how much he’s grinning, the thought of engaging in some mischief too much for him. He chooses the movie with the most cars and revving engines he can find, plopping down on the couch. He pats the space next to him, grin still in place.

“Come on, darlin’.”

She leaves the room briefly while Epps makes a decision. It’s so odd to be a Cybertronian and get to have these domestic experiences. Some new woman in charge says that bots aren’t allowed to leave without high levels of clearance. Hummingbird would love to see this human stop her from doing whatever she wants. Hummingbird is 200 kg of metal whoop ass. Try and stop her.

She removes and stores some of her extra kibble. The femme may not transform into a car, but she still needs a lot of armor for her drone alt mode. Some of it can come off, other parts not so much. But it’ll make it easier to sit with her human and play this game and not hurt him as bad.

She hears the sound of revving engines as she stores the last of her kibble and her spinal strut straightens slowly, optics narrowing in suspicion. She reenters the room, feeling a bit…what’s the word? Naked. More protoform and biolights are visible than she’s used to showing, although she doesn’t fear the human understands the implications.

Hummingbird’s tempted to just ignore the movie entirely and just straddle his lap. But that’s not how this game is played. She sinks into the offered spot by his side and side eyes him.

“What did you do?” She asks, optics indicating the television screen where gorgeous racing cars are being pushed to the limit.

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He smiles at her, all innocent. He is feigning ignorance, of course. If he were to flat out admit  that he planned this. It’d be too easy. He sinks into the couch, chewing his popcorn as if there weren’t a care in the world, as if he weren’t plotting and scheming.

He was going to play it cool, watch his favorite movie like nothing was out of place. After all, nothing really was out of place. He had his ladybot sitting by his side, and a bowl of extra buttery, extra salty, popcorn in his lap. 

He glanced at her occasionally, watching her reaction to having all that machinery revving on the screen. He lets the room be weighed down by relaxed silence, laughing at an occasional car pun that rolls off the tongue of one of the actors. He’s enjoying this much more than he should be, and for a moment it almost appears as though he’s forgotten whatever else he was plotting to do.

Buut of course, Epps never forgets. He wants to see how far they get into the movie before Hummingbird gets too frustrated. If she even does, he could of course be underestimating her. He’s only ever seen the mechs get all hot in bothered when watching something like this. She could be completely immune to it. No matter, he’d find out soon enough