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I think that 2023 is a good time for many of us, and allies in particular, to practice again the dying art of minding our own fucking business when it comes to the identities and lives of other people.
You see someone from one of your classes in a public place with a different gender presentation/expression than they typically have? Mind your own business.
You discover that one of your coworkers is in a same gender relationship, but they aren't out at work? Not your place to share that information in the workplace.
You notice that your neighbor in a red state takes a road trip across state lines with their transgender child every 3-6 months? No you fucking didn't.
You overhear students in your classroom using a different name and different pronouns for one student than you are used to using? If you live in a state hostile to trans rights, pretend that you don't know anything about this and report nothing.
You suspect that an acquaintance of yours might be gay, but they deny it when asked directly? Leave them the fuck alone.
One of your friends refuses to publicly label their sexuality? Good for them, you aren't entitled to that information anyway.
Your sibling comes out to you as questioning, but isn't comfortable sharing that with your parents yet? Keep your fucking mouth shut.
Don't out people; coming out is a personal choice not a moral obligation. Don't demand personal information about other people's sexuality or sex lives. You aren't entitled to information about anyone's gender identity, assigned gender at birth, or transition.
Bring back privacy, allow people to have control over the information that is shared about them publicly; it might save their job, their housing, their parental rights and their child's safety, or even save lives.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Ultron (Marvel), Reader
Additional Tags: chaotic duo, magick
Summary:
You were renowned yet a limited Practitioner. With S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers carefully watching your activity. Evidently, this caught the attention of Ultron. He managed to catch you in a place where none of the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D could interfere to strike a deal and he would take you away where you could be free.
NEW CHAPTER ^^
Everything felt like a fever dream, a really long one. You checked the calendar again to make sure, but sure enough it was the New Moon. Excited, you rushed down to where Ultron resided and began preparing everything for the ritual. It was a rather substantial spell, and it would take all the energy you had.
“You seem energetic.” Ultron noted. He was currently shuffling through the fridge, scavenging for ingredients. “A special occasion?”
“It’s a New Moon, meaning memory-erasing-spell time.”
“Oh, right!” He nodded, nudging the fridge door close with his hips. Which, you were staring at longer than you’d like to admit. While he was busy prepping breakfast, you dug through your belongings to find the necessary equipment.
The waiting time was rather slow, but not boring at all. After finishing breakfast and lunch, you joined Ultron on the couch to occupy yourselves with the television; there wasn’t much to see from the news and the two of you ended up watching cartoons to pass the time. Something about being turned into a ghost and trying to hide it from their ghost hunting parents.
Ultron/Reader request where he is dating a person with top surgery scars and he asks about them :3 (I'm a transmasc person who loves him and ahhhh)
Omg of course!! Ultron lovers unite <3
Warning: surgery scars (?)
It was summer, and the weather was unbearable. You fanned yourself in the heat, but you were only fanning hot air directly to your face. Even though you were wearing a tank top, it only made you all the more hotter.
"Good afternoon." You yawned. Ultron smiled as he greeted you. "Must be nice to not be affected by the weather." You sighed.
"It has its perks." Ultron chuckled lightly. "I can turn on the AC, if you want."
"Nah, it's fine." You dismissed. "I can finally do something I've always wanted."
"What's that?" Ultron looked up to see you remove your shirt, his gaze averting from instincts. "I thought you were going to say, I don't know, 'go inside the fridge' or something like that."
"Oh, that too." You smiled and Ultron had to hold you back from fully committing the act. You felt so much more liberated. Meanwhile, Ultron couldn't help but notice your scars. They weren't too noticeable, especially since it's been a while. However, Ultron could recognize the different pigmentation of the skin and the outline.
"If you don't mind me asking, but I can't help but notice how neat and well healed your surgery scars are.....where did you get them done? Or did you do anything to them that they healed so well?" Ultron asked and your mouth opened slightly before closing.
You tilted your head to think. "I don't mind, and I'm really glad you noticed that! I got my surgery done in New York City, by this really awesome doctor. My friend actually recommended them."
"That's awesome!" Ultron smiled.
"Yeah! If you want, you can feel it. It feels really smooth and just patchy."
"You wouldn't be uncomfortable?"
"Of course not, I trust you. You don't make me feel uncomfortable....." you smiled. Ultron held out his hand as his thumb gently brushed against the scar.
"The doctor really patched it up nicely......such exquisite work." Ultron mumbled. "I'm going to assume a doctor like this wasn't cheap."
"Oh yeah, definitely not. My insurance covered almost half and it still was pretty pricey."
"Oh damn.....still, I'm glad you found the perfect doctor." Ultron sheepishly retracted his hand back. "And I'm happy it all worked out in the end."
Immediately, you needed to help take Ultron's mind out of the dark hole he was about to dive into. So, you let out a teasing chuckle, "you know, you were kind of tickling me."
"Hm? I was?"
"Yeah! I gotta get you back for that." You grinned as you started to 'tickle' him. Ultron just sat there in disbelief as you attempted to get him to crack.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Rise of the Guardians (2012)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence, No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood) & You, Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood)/Reader
Characters: Pitch Black (Guardians of Childhood), Jack Frost (Guardians of Childhood), E. Aster Bunnymund, Toothiana (Guardians of Childhood), Sanderson Mansnoozie, Baby Tooth (Rise of the Guardians), Nightmares (Rise of the Guardians), Reader, Phobos, Eros (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore), Phobos (Ancient Greek Religion & Lore)
Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Smut, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Friends to Lovers, Reader-Insert, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Fingering, smut on chapter six, AFAB reader - Freeform
Summary:
You were somewhat content with your life; wake up, eat, go to college, eat, sleep (what a normal person should do), and repeat. Still, you despised the simplicity. Some interesting stories burst in and bolt out, but just as it appeared, it would vanish.
One fateful day, the fear of having your past becoming bars to live behind came crawling back, trapping you in eternal paranoia and anxiety. Leaving everything and everyone behind, you searched for the person with the key.
How ironic, that the place you despised happened to be the very answer you were hoping. Free at last, you step out of the cage and spiral into events
I Am Not Your Asian American Doll: a comic for AAPI Heritage Month 2023
I usually spend a lot of time editing and fine-tuning my comics so that they come across as polite and inoffensive. But honestly, I’m really tired of the way Asian cultures and countries are treated / talked about while Asian people themselves are excluded, and thought it was about time I really let my rage out lol.
hello! It's me again. Could you write Ultron with a autistic readwe who also has ADHD? Being self indulgent on this here eve and everytime Ultron comes on screen I think 3 things 1. He's so Fucking pretty! 2. ✨s h i n y✨ 3. I for some reason wanna bite the being made of vibrainium, not a smart idea. So I would like to request Ultron getting reader chewlery, reader then happy stimming because Ultron isn't judging them for having sudden urges to bite and he Fucking UNDERSTANDS THEM. And if what I've requested is already and you don't want to do this next ask (or you do and are just going to make a part 2) in the early stages of them being together (in any sense i.e. Living together, being friends, etc) Ultron would constantly catch reader staring at him and when he finally asked them, read just goes, "oh, your really shiny and nice to look at. Sorry if I was being weird or something." If this is too much to write I completely understand, you don't have to do all of it, if any of it. Hope you have a good day/night
It's no problem, don't apologize! I enjoy the asks!! I'll try my best to not generalize autism/adhd (but note, I will also be taking inspiration from me LOL)
There was a sense of calm but also hyperactivity sharing a house with Ultron. Ever since you two met, you couldn't take your eyes off him. He was just so.....shiny.
And smooth. You always imagined metal to be rather disorganized, rough, and sharp. But Ultron wasn't that. He was living and you just wanted to run your hands to feel him. However, you were too awkward to ask so you just kept it to yourself.
Unbeknownst to you, he was aware of your stares and the way you would gawk at him. He had assumed it was because he was foreign and unordinary; he understood that people typically stare at peculiar things. He didn't mind, so he tries to do everything to keep you comfortable and safe.
Yet, you continued to stare at him with those wide eyes. He couldn't tell if you were fascinated or weirded out, especially with the way you would avert your gaze when he turned to face you. Finally, he confronted you,
"You've been staring at me since the day we met and moved in......I can't really tell if you're uncomfortable or....."
"Oh! No, no, no." You hastily explained. "You're just really shiny and smooth and beautiful.....I just can't help but stare. You're really nice to look at."
"Oh.......oh." He was absolutely bewildered he was regarded in that sense.
You shifted nervously, a little afraid that you made him uncomfortable, but he simply smiled at you softly. You felt a sudden pang of feelings, and your face flushed. "Y-yeah, you're really.....beautiful."
"Thank you." Ultron smiled, but he had to keep himself from exploding from utter joy. He turned his face away, skeptical and afraid that you could see everything he was feeling.
The two of you awkwardly fiddled with your hands, trying to act normal. And ever since then, you started opening up more. He enjoyed your company and personality; it brought him a lot of relief and energy to see you so happy.
He caught onto the small bits: how you loved thunderstorms during the summer, and how you could stay for hours staring out the window. How you would often fiddle with your silver ring, even take it off your finger to stare at it and clean it so it would be extra shiny. He caught onto the signs without you realizing it.
Until one day, he was busy lost in thought and you took his chance to cure your curiosity and urges. You slipped behind him, testing his systems and waving a hand around him cautiously. A little scared, you rested your chin on his shoulder before you stared down at the metal. It was so smooth and shiny.....
So you bit onto it. Ultron briefly paused his thoughts and turned to look at you. You immediately let go, and pretended to clean it with your sleeves.
"Heh, it was a little dirty." You sheepishly excused.
"....you like to stim with metal." He pointed out. Your eyes widened in shock. "I think it's cool and honestly, you're completely valid for that. Metal is fun to play with and it's shiny."
".....you're not mad?"
"Why would I be?"
"Cause I bit you?"
"I really don't mind, I was just caught off guard, that's all." Ultron smiled. "I think you're cute."
There was a pause when he realized what he said.
"O-oh! I meant 'it', I think it's cute!"
"Mhm," you raised your brow at him, while Ultron merely averted his gaze from you. Truth be told, he was relying on you to take advantage of his distraction to see if you would actually bite him.
He had been working on something for you, a customized metal chewlery. Though, he wasn't entirely sure if you would like it. So when he finished it, he was hesitant to present it to you.
One evening, he took the perfect opportunity to give you the gift.
"Uh....hey, I wanted to give you something."
"Hm? You shouldn't have!" You exclaimed. "What's the occasion?"
"No occasion." Ultron fiddled sheepishly as you opened the box. He wanted to see your reaction, but he was scared you were going to be disappointed. He heard you gasp and cry out.
"This is the best thing I've ever gotten!" You shouted. "You're awesome, thank you!"
"You like it?" Ultron stared at you, bewildered.
"I love it!" You threw your arms around him. Once pulling away, you stared at the accessory more. It was smooth and really shiny. Each bead was different, differently shaped and differently colored.
"I'll try to explain it quickly..... I had to experiment with a lot of metal and see which one is both edible and durable. Each metal is a different subspecies of the one I experimented with. To keep your stim happy and occupied, I made sure each one is different to color and taste."
"I can't stress this enough, you're awesome!" You smiled. "I can't believe you went through that much to make me something like this. It means a lot!"
"Of course!" Ultron smiled at you.
"Are you scared that I might make dents?"
Ultron chuckled, "that's a small part of it."
Everytime he watched you nibble on the accessory, he becomes ecstatic and happy to see you enjoy something he made.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 6/?
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Rating: Not Rated
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply
Characters: Ultron (Marvel), Reader
Additional Tags: chaotic duo, magick
Summary:
You were renowned yet a limited Practitioner. With S.H.I.E.L.D and the Avengers carefully watching your activity. Evidently, this caught the attention of Ultron. He managed to catch you in a place where none of the Avengers or S.H.I.E.L.D could interfere to strike a deal and he would take you away where you could be free.
NEW CHAPTER ^^
Everything felt like a fever dream, a really long one. You checked the calendar again to make sure, but sure enough it was the New Moon. Excited, you rushed down to where Ultron resided and began preparing everything for the ritual. It was a rather substantial spell, and it would take all the energy you had.
“You seem energetic.” Ultron noted. He was currently shuffling through the fridge, scavenging for ingredients. “A special occasion?”
“It’s a New Moon, meaning memory-erasing-spell time.”
“Oh, right!” He nodded, nudging the fridge door close with his hips. Which, you were staring at longer than you’d like to admit. While he was busy prepping breakfast, you dug through your belongings to find the necessary equipment.
The waiting time was rather slow, but not boring at all. After finishing breakfast and lunch, you joined Ultron on the couch to occupy yourselves with the television; there wasn’t much to see from the news and the two of you ended up watching cartoons to pass the time. Something about being turned into a ghost and trying to hide it from their ghost hunting parents.
Quick! I need headcannons/a small fic in which Ultron has a s/o who is constantly calling him beautiful, praising him, and giving him affection! S/o loves to cuddle him, hold his hand, just touch and be close to him. Please, I only know two people on this hellsite who wrote for my boi and I am a person STARVED! But take your time and overwork yourself, drink some water and remember to eat! Have a lovely day/night!
Of course!!!
Warning: fluff overload cause Ultron deserves the love
In all honesty, it took a while for you and Ultron to grow accustomed to one another. The atmosphere was tense and awkward towards the beginning, until you gently wrapped your arms around his waist. Ultron wasn't expecting anything like that, much less a gentle gesture.
You hadn't known what came over you. "If this makes you uncomfortable, let me know." You assured. However, Ultron was too stunned to say anything.
Afterward, your interactions began to end up with soft touches and hand holding. Even if the conversation ended leaving you in silence, the two of you would take pleasure in each other's company.
Oftentimes, your hands would rub his shoulders in a soft massage, even moving to the back of his neck. Which would result in him emitting soft sighs and hums. Other times, you would be holding his hand and gazing up at him while he was preoccupied with his work.
He would turn to meet your gaze. "Anything on your mind?"
Now, you would usually try to deny anything. But this time, you held his gaze and said, "You're beautiful. I don't even know how I got so lucky, you're amazing."
Ultron stared at you while he processed your words. Now, he couldn't blush but you could hear him desperately trying to cool off. His vents went crazy and you were just getting started.
Anytime he would do something, even anything simple for you, "thank you! You're the best." Or "You have no idea how much I love you."
You would start throwing out anything, "You mean everything to me," "You always look amazing, but I just wanted to let you know that you look beautiful," and you even began to get comfortable throwing "I love you."
Ultron didn't even know how to reciprocate, and for once, he was left stunned. He would eventually come up with praises to say back.
"I think I'm the lucky one here. You're the one that fills my life with happiness and love."
"Anything for you, my sun."
"Truth be told, I can live without the sun but I can't live without you."
For the first time in his life, he felt genuinely loved. Everyday was filled with peace and mutual love; sometimes, the two of you would just lay in bed and enjoy the silence together. Most of the times, he would hold you close, as close as he could. He never wanted to let you go. In turn, you would cup his face as you stared into his optics. Your thumb gently brushing on the outline of his cheek or tracing his jawline, down his neck to his shoulders. You would hold that gaze.
Would you have any headcanons with Pitch and his S/O with ADHD and how me manages them?
Yeah! Sorry if this is late! I won't get into specifics and try to generalize certain stuff! I hope you like it!
He would definitely try to ask you directly of your own preferences and symptoms
He doesn't really mind any fidgeting or stimming. It only matters if you start hurting yourself, like biting or ripping nails, or picking at your skin, etc.
He'll definitely try and find something for you to play with, depending on what you like or prefer
If you're interested in his nightmare sand, he would get you a glass filled with nightmare sand for you to play with - pocket sized and accessible for you to play with
He's often focused on the way you play with it and the way you look at it. How you're so focused and fascinated by it.....he's in love.
It's obvious that he's been around for a long time, longer than he can even recollect. So he enjoys whatever topics you're focused on or interested in
He likes having someone to talk about certain topics, especially things no one else seems to take interest in
If you're interested in a particular historical event or natural events, Pitch will definitely take you there for a visit. Or a museum for the historical event, since certain historical areas have become memorials
You don't have to worry about losing Pitch in a conversation. He can keep up fairly well
Truth be told, he could just listen to you talk or rant on hours on end
He'll try to remind you to drink water or eat, but since he's a spirit and those things aren't a necessity, he forgets
To solve this, he has the fearlings to 'remind' you. Though, it's mostly just insults and he always gives them the biggest glare whenever they constantly push you. He threatened to feed them to the Nightmares if they weren't nicer
Now the Fearlings remind you of your basic necessities and self care
Although he may not really admit how lonely he was, or how you filled that hole. He constantly questions why you like to stay at his lair.
"The lighting is nice, not really bright or artifical like most places.....and it's nice and quiet." You shrugged. "Very peaceful."
".....but it's gloomy."
"Doesn't matter to me, that can always be fixed or arranged with the right decorum." You hesitated a bit, "Plus, it reminds me of you and it's the only place I get to spend time with you."
Okay, you wrote an amazing part 4, super amazing, but you hinted how much he wanted the reader on him in his bipedal form.can we get a part 5??
Oh? Interesting :O we're gonna be defying everything in this fanfic, but anything for my readers!
OKAY, NOW YALL CAN READ. HERE YOU GO YOU THIRSTY READERS (ME TOO)
Warning: smut, size kink
"Good morning." He greeted. You sat up, rubbing your eyes as his holoform stood sheepishly. In his hand, he held your folded clothes.
"Good morning." You yawned, thanking him as you took your clothes. Recollection of everything that happened last night came in waves and your face flushed. Hastily, you wiggled into your clothes while Optimus was absent.
"Are you hungry? We can stop by anywhere before I drop you back home." He offered.
"When you....last night, are you able to feel it in your holoform?" You asked. There was silence and Optimus appeared and he seemed to be processing your question.
Optimus stared at you before answering, "Well, yes but it's not as enhanced as my bipedal form."
"Oh.....wanna try it out?" You suggested. Optimus had to refrain himself from immediately agreeing.
"Well, I would love to," He chuckled. "But I'm mostly concerned about the.....size complications. I don't want to hurt you."
"You never know until you try...." you insisted, but you just sounded like you were trying to convince yourself.
Hesitantly, he transformed to your request and you watched in awe. You'll never get over how mesmerizing it is. He slowly lifted you up onto his chasis.
"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you."
"Yes, I'm sure." You smiled at him. Nervously, he let his spike free. Truth be told, he was already aroused by the idea of you taking him in his bipedal form. You stared at it, slowly making your way down to it. Your hand could barely wrap around it, much less reach the tip. Optimus shuddered when your hands would softly graze the shaft. You smirked to yourself, using your fingertips to run up and down, then using both hands, you began to stroke the metal.
"H-ha." Optimus groaned. His shudder almost threw you off. You continued, intensely watching his reaction. His body shuddered and you held onto his spike; he had to keep himself from thrusting his hips up. "We may have to focus on your pleasure."
You weren't sure what he meant, but he tugged at your pants. You understood and kicked out of your pants. It took some adjustments to get into a comfortable position. His digits were careful and gently held you in place; while a single digit rubbed your sex. You squirmed and gasped, arching your back as you held onto him. Well, tried to. His digit probed at your sex, humming with amusement and curiosity. "Optimus ~!"
You arched your back and began to grind on his digit, desperate for more. Optimus pushed his finger in, only going in for a few seconds before you cried out. He paused, afraid that he had hurt you. "(Y/N), are you–"
"I'm okay.....keep going." You sighed. Slowly, he pushed in and out of you. Your high had approached within seconds, he watched intensely as your body shuddered and convulsed around his finger. Fascinated and obsessed, Optimus continued to thrust his digit in and out of you, watching your reaction. "O-Optimus....please ~!"
Those pleas fell on deaf ears as he continuously pushed for your orgasm, finding pleasure in your reaction and the way your body reacted. "You're stunning.....Primus, you've captivated my optics and spark."
"W-wait....." your voice croaked out. You were lightheaded and overstimulated from the overload of orgasms. "O-optimus please.....just put it in....."
"Ah....my apologies my spark, I seem to have been carried away." Optimus chuckled. He pulled his digit out of you, noting the traces of your orgasm coating his fingers. Carefully, he took your limp body and lined your sex to his spike. Although you were eager, you stared at the size of it and felt your legs weakening. Optimus seemed to have read your mind. "Are you sure you still want to do this?"
"Y-Yes, yes I'm sure." You nodded.
"Just.....let me know when it hurts. I'll be gentle with you." He assured. You gripped onto his hand as he slowly pushed you down. He watched your reaction and immediately paused when you went about a quarter in. You shuddered and your breathing became uneasy. It took a few minutes for you to accommodate the massive size.
"O-oh! I'm okay....you can continue." You breathed out. Optimus gave you a couple more seconds before he began to bounce you up and down. You cried out in overstimulation from the sheer size of him. Everytime, he would slowly inch more of his cock inside, leaving you a moaning and breathless mess. "H-ha! O-oh gods, Optimus!"
"Primus....." He groaned. He was careful to not squeeze you, meanwhile his other hand was planted on the ground and digging at the earth. He wanted desperately to come undone. On the other hand, you convulsed around him from your umpteenth orgasm, and by this time, you completely enveloped his tip. "M-my spark....you feel so good."
You were too cock drunk to respond. You only gasped and moaned, desperately clinging onto his hand. You felt like you were ascending to heaven from the amount of pleasure you were experiencing, and you didn't know what to do with it. "A-ah! Ah! Mmm, Optimus ~!"
Optimus groaned as he began to chase his high, continuously pushing you on his spike and increasing the speed. You couldn't even control your own body as your mouth hung open, letting out a lewd series of moans, groans, gasps, and cries. "O-oh! Coming!" He warned before letting out a throaty groan that sent shivers down your spine. Which was immediately replaced with pleasure as you felt his warmth flood inside. Transfuild leaked out and spilled down your legs.
"Oh jesus...." you breathed out. Optimus stilled for a few minutes, before he began to push you down. "Oh!"
You held onto him as he continued to pursue your high and his. "You're mine." He growled and you felt yourself squeeze around him. Which resulted in him muttering something in cybertronian. Your orgasm approached quickly, you could even reach your orgasm through his voice alone. You're even sure he knows the effect it has on you. "Mine." With that, he began his brutal assault on your sex.
He reached his second orgasm, filling you to the brim with his transfluid. Your hand immediately reached down to your stomach to feel a bulge from his spike and his orgasm. Optimus noticed your gesture and paused, his thumb brushed over your stomach. "A-ah sorry, you can continue......I just feel so full."
"You look beautiful." He spoke softly. He gently pulled you off of his spike and some of the transfluids leaked out of you, spilling onto him. He held you as he laid out a blanket on the ground. You grunted as he gently laid you on the ground, your legs were shaking and you nearly ascended from a gentle breeze. You stared into Optimus's optics as he hovered over you, his hands carefully spreading your legs to push inside again. Somehow, laying down enabled you to take more of him and he pushed past the tip.
"Optimus ~" you gasped out. His head hung as he rutted into you, groaning and crying out in pleasure. You weren't any better, your legs were trembling and you held onto his digits as you were fucked into the ground. "Please please, so good!"
Your orgasm came crashing and Optimus groaned with how you clenched onto him. Soon enough, his orgasm followed after, filling you to the brim. This carried on for the whole day, he would rut into you and fill you with his transfluids, even pushing multiple orgasms out of you. You could hear him muttering a mix of cybertronian and English, a constant series of "mine" and "so good" and "Oh primus." Towards the end of the day, you could fit half of his spike inside.
Eventually, the two of you pulled away from each other. Optimus transformed quickly and had his holoform clean you up. He carried you back inside his truck, setting you down on the bed. First, he had you catch up on rest, smiling to himself as you fell into a deep slumber. Once you awoke, you joined him at the front; he was preoccupied with gazing up at the night sky.
"Hey," you placed a hand on his back as he turned to face you. "What's on your mind?"
"Ah, just you." He smiled. "How are you feeling? ....I apologize if I overwhelmed you."
"No, no, it was perfect." You reassured. "I feel amazing, thanks to you."
"That is a relief to hear." Optimus smiled at you. His hand reached out to hold yours. "My starlight, get some more rest. I'll be here whenever you need." Your heart flew at his pet name and nodded. You moved down and pressed your lips to his, Optimus moved his hand to the back of your neck to deepen it.
NOTE: Yay, the long waited fanfic for reaching 1k!! Thank you all and I hope you enjoy <3 !!!
Word Count: 5,5884
You had always considered Ultron a childhood friend; although, according to him, ‘childhood friends’ would be too much of a title for him. He was part of the Kingdom’s Royal Guard, the General in fact and the other sentries were well-known protectors or assistants. Growing up, you were constantly reminded of the difference in ranks and your parents were constantly pushing you away from him.
‘He’s not for you,’ or ‘He’s the Guard, he’s only here to protect you,’ or ‘You need other friends.’ You were growing tiresome of the excuses, but that didn’t stop you from meeting him or visiting while he was on-duty.
You were hiding from your parents, knowing they were about to pester you with unnecessary excuses to drag you away. You used Ultron’s large figure to hide behind him, avoiding the maids, who were probably searching for you.
“Did you hear about the festival, My Lady?” His voice rumbled softly. “I shall be your escort, if you desire.”
“What festival?” You grinned up at him. “And no need for formalities, you may always call me (Y/N).”
“While the other sentries were on-duty within the kingdom, I heard about an upcoming festival tonight. It’ll be filled with food, performances….I also heard some popular artists will be selling handcrafted artistry.” Ultron turned to look at you. “I know how much you like them. It shall be my gift for you.”
“Oh no need, you’ll only need to escort me.” You smiled. “I look forward to it!”
“(Y/N)!” Your mother cried out. “I have been looking all over for you.” The Queen marched towards you and yanked you away from Ultron, who returned to his position.
“I was only talking.” You yanked your arm away from her grip. “I’m fine.”
“Don’t think about running away,” the Queen grabbed your arm. “You’re of age and no suitor. By Heavens, child.” You rolled your eyes as she dragged you away, catching one last glimpse of Ultron before following begrudgingly. Ultron only wished that he was a different rank.
He quickly shifted position to guard your bedroom, watching carefully as a maid slipped in to leave clothes for you before leaving. You appeared momentarily with an exhausted expression, one he knew too well. You slipped into your room without another word and stared at the fancy dress laid out for you.
“Gods…..suitors, why do I need suitors?” You mumbled bitterly. Ultron snorted lightly at your words, while you were struggling to put on the dress. Romance…..dating…..they’re all nonsense. This damn dress…… He stood still as you cracked the door open, peering up at him. “Ultron….I need your help.” You whispered. Making sure no one else was around, he discretely entered your room as you held your hair. He didn’t need to breathe, but he swore he could feel it leave him as he gazed at you. Nervously, he grabbed the two strings and gently tightened it.
“Is this okay?”
“A little bit tighter…..” You instructed, feeling the ropes tighten gently and you couldn’t hold yourself from chuckling. He paused and through your uncontrollable fit of laughter, you managed to choke out, “I’m going to walk out there…..and since the dress isn’t tight enough, it’ll fall off and I’ll be….topless in front of people.” He didn’t even want to imagine the outcome or the situation. Without hesitation, he quickly secured the corset, as you didn’t have time to react and fastened the strings.
Your face was red from the laughter and slight tears were displayed at the corner of your eyes. Ultron’s words were caught in his throat as you beamed. “M-My apologies, Your Royal Highness.” Ultron stuttered out before leaving the room. You breathed in and out, getting used to the outfit, chuckling at his reaction.
