ā Life on the Other Side ( status: ongoing in AO3 | 11 / ? ]
If your life was a show, it would be a slice-of-life one. You know, the one that gets cancelled right after one season because of low ratings? You died, arguing on forums about alien robots. Sad right? Except you didn't expect you'd wake up again, especially in a robot body and a game system having it out for you.
SCRAP & SALVAGE (Oneshots)
ā Don't Move ( Ratchet x Cybertronian Medic! Reader )
ā Ghost of the Past ( MTME/LL Megatron x Cybertronian Ghost! Reader )
ā Captain's Logs (MTME/LL Rodimus x Cybertronian! Reader)
ā Chain of Command (Elita-One x Cybertronian! Reader)
ā No I'm not a Robot! (Jazz x Plus-sized Female Human! Reader)
ā Yes I am a Robot! (Jazz x Plus-sized Female Human! Reader) S
RECHARGE (Headcanons, Drabbles)
ā LIFE ON THE OTHER SIDE
ā¢ LOG 1 > ORION04.1
ā¢ LOG 2 > ORION07.2
ā¢ JEPPY DESIGN AND DRABBLE
ā¢ ā¢ WHAT IF AIDE- #1 > SG! Orion
ā WARFRAME Orion and Sirius x Reader ( Unwanted Company )
DATA TRACKS (Story requests)
ā Nightmare Mode ( Life on the Other Side )
ā Restrictions ( Life on the Other Side )
ā 100% AFFECTION meter ( Life on the Other Side )
Im back chat! Got busy with reviewing for entrance exams, new chapter and rewrites coming soon anyways heres a redraw of Jeppy! I'm not good at drawing cybertronians bear w me
I've also been sort of busy doing piloting services.. š
oh hey yeah see about the possible warframe fics. So about the new jade shadows trailer. What if it's both Orion + Sirius x reader y'know. both of them is heads over heels for this random human that they stop fighting entirely-
(Reader is not the operator as we DID help stalker deliver the baby, that'd be weird)
A/N: WARFRAME GRAHHHH, will be rewritten when Jade shadows: Constellation comes out. I HATE railjacks.
Orion - Red
Sirius - Green
Eternalism was an odd concept. It dictated that time was not a singular line, but a branching prism wherein each choice dictated a different outcome. A concept where the past, present, and the future all converged into one box, happening at the same time.
Earth was not something that changed much after all these years, besides the Grineer camps and Cetus? You were well on your own, but thankfully you were.. In a much different area, a quieter one. No camps on sight. These Orokin ruins were your sanctuary, a semblance of peace away from the constant bustling market of Cetus, or the threat that the Grineer sometimes provoked in some of your tiny expedition. You were a scavenger, a dignified one at that! Surely! But you were no mythical Tenno, you had no.. What was it again? Warframe! You were just a scavenger with a penchant for the things left behind.
Today was supposed to be a lazy one. Not much finds and just you relaxing by the ruins catching some fish in hopes Night won't come as quick that Eidolons might come out.. Oh you hope not. You remember running from several Vomvalysts going back to Cetus. Despite not being much athletic then, that fear gave you the stamina to run faster than you ever had. But then again, it wasn't like you were anywhere near the Plain of Eidolons to worry.. Right?
You laid back, waiting for the fish to bite, none came. Only the sudden ripple of the water that scattered the fish away. What's happening? You furrowed your brows in confusion as the ground beneath you started to shake, an earthquake? Then, the sky tore open in ways that felt and looked like the universe was ending. You scrambled immediately, grasping your gear as you skittered somewhere to hide. Who wouldn't? There was a literal tear in the fabric of reality in front of you! Wasn't there a hotline for the Tenno? From the rift fell two figures, the force making your stuff almost fly out of your hands as you stumbled, the impact shattered centuries-old paving stones, throwing a wave of dust and a gust of wind that knocked you flat against the roots of a massive tree.
You coughed, rubbing your back as your ears were ringing. You scrambled backward into the hollow by the roots as you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your nervous breaths. What and who was that? You peered through the dust, seeing two beings, magnificent, attempting to rip each other apart. To the left seemed like a Warframe that looked more poised, its armor laced with green armor paired with the black, he was fluid and graceful in his own attacks, the polearm they both wielded clashed against one another. The one on the right, was more jagged and rough, each movement seemed to be fueled with a bloodlust you haven't felt before. The sheer force of their weapons meeting sent another shockwave through the clearing. You clamped a hand over your ears as the air blew against you.
You realized that if you stayed here, you were going to be vaporized. If a stray blast of jade light didn't turn you into ash, the concussive force of their polearms would pulp you against the tree! Which to be completely honest? Not one of those choices seemed good.
You hoisted your backpack on your shoulder and made a run for it. Scrap the equipment you left now, you could always buy new ones in Cetus! But could you buy a resurrection after being pulped by some beings that might potentially be far dangerous than the Tenno? No! You weren't risking it. You were careful. You were a scavenger! Used to avoiding the heavy Grineer patrols. You knew how to place your hands on the moss to avoid rustling the dead leaves, But you were, in the end, but a simple human.
As you shifted your weight to push off a broken slab of Orokin marble, the stone, weakened by their fighting, crumbled beneath your boot. Your codex scanner slipped from your grasp, bouncing against a piece of exposed rebar with a sharp, ringing sequence of metallic pings.
Everything seemed to still as you clumsily picked it up. Unaware of the two heads turning to your direction as you frantically tapped your codex scanner to stop the broken pings. One of them tilted it's head, approaching carefully and peeking over you, the other one, looking disrespected by the sudden change of attention, followed quick, shoving himself beside his counterpart.
You paused, slowly turning around as you felt yourself tremble as you saw the shadow fall over you. "I-I..I wasssā¦ justā¦ passing through!" You stammered, barely making it through your words. I mean, you don't know who else, beside the Tenno, used Warframes. Are they even Tenno? Or are they simply sentient warframes?
That would have been an interesting thought process!
If you cared about it right now!
The red one tilted his head and crossed his arms. His eyes seemingly narrowed as he stared at you, curiosity present in their gazes. You looked like a trembling rat caught with cheese in it's mouth.One of them kneeled down curiously, the green one looking closely at you. A human still made of flesh and not entirely Corpus or Warframe upgrades felt a little odd for them. A finger poked your cheek, causing your fear to disappear completely. To be replaced with absolute baffled confusion. It was as if the green-laced being was checking to see if you would shatter, or perhaps if you were merely a very detailed hologram?
The red one stepped into your personal space right after it's green counterpart. The two were clearly filled with curiosity towards your presence, sure they've seen their share of weaklings, but something about you felt off, in a good way. You held your breath, pressing your back hard against the dirt and stone behind you. An awkward silence between the three of you echoing, accompanied by the pings of your codex scanner.
The red one reached out, you closed your eyes shut, waiting for your end. But nothing came. Instead, you felt a slight tug on your shoulder. You cracked an eye open, seeing the red warframe grabbing your backpack. You flinched as he lifted it effortlessly, turning it over in his hands. He gave it a firm shake, the loose bolts, scavenged morphics, and your half-eaten lunch rattled inside. You winced internally, grabbing your backpack from the red warframe's hands. He paused, seemingly unimpressed by your stuff, the green..one? You know what, you didn't know their names!
Greenie, gave a hard look against Reddie. Reddie huffed, seemingly how a warframe looked to be rolling his eyes. He then pointed a finger at you, the dirt, then back at you.
Stay put. The gesture communicated clearly. It's not like you were gonna risk getting sliced at the moment. The green one, having recovered from being shoved, glided back to your side. Although they weren't fighting anymore, a silent standoff ensued between the two of them as they stared eachother down. . "Uh.." you whispered, your voice cracking. "I... I really need to get back to Cetus." Neither of them looked at you in response.
Greenie, looked around, pausing as he grabbed something from the rubble. An.. An Ayatan Star! You sat straight up, his eyes briefly glancing at you, then, throwing the trinket over to you, which you caught quickly. His helm bowed slightly. It was a gesture of peace, an offering.
You stared at the glowing star, this thing could feed you and pay a few housing fees for at least a few months! "T-thank you?" He seemed to resonate with a self-satisfied hum at your thanks. Reddie looked indignant, another huff leaving him as he stomped away to a distance and marched towards the pond you were previously fishing in. Unceremoniously he striked his spear into the water, despite this, you were surprised at the amount of fish that hung at the end of it. He seemed skilled in silence.
He slid the fishes off and threw them your way, letting out an oof sound as you felt your air get knocked out of your lungs. He paused for a second before speedwalking back to your direction. He then crossed his arms and stared down at the green one, his crimson visor pulsing with a triumphant glow.
I brought meat. Your Ayatan Star is inferior!
Probably what his body language said. You sat frozen, an Ayatan star in one hand and a giant, slippery fish thrashing wildly in your lap, covering your suit in slime. "This is..." You gently pushed the fish off your lap, letting it flop into the damp grass. "...very generous. Both of you." You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet. You grabbed your discarded backpack, hastily shoving the Ayatan star inside.
"I'm going to walk away now..!" you announced, taking a slow, measured step backward. You pointed toward the dense treeline that led back to the plains. "That way!.. Towards the market. Where normal people areā¦ not that you two aren't normal people! You are but like.. Ehhā¦" You sputtered, avoiding their gazes as you continued to sneak away.
Greenie immediately stepped to your right side.
Reddie immediately stepped to your left side.
You stopped. They stopped.
You took two steps forward. They matched your pace perfectly.
"You guys aren't going to just... go back into that portal?" you asked, pointing a trembling finger at the swirling tear in reality that was still spiraling in the center of the courtyard.
You probably needed to call a Tenno for that.
-------
A/N: Stalker's sons turned into glorified housecats bruh š Been farming for Quincy protoframe save me!! The Trade chat is HELLL
A few months after going on dates with your new companion, weird things start piling up.
Jazz x Plus-sized Female Human!Reader
Part 2 to this
WARNINGS: SMUT, pwp (barely), size difference, you get the holoform AND the bot, Body Insecurity.
WC: 4,211 words
It had been exactly two months since the blind date at the lounge. Two months of late-night drives and one of the best relationship you had ever experienced. Jas was a paradox? He was, undeniably the coolest guy in any room he walked into. Effortlessly charismatic, moving in a way that drew eyes wherever you two went. Yet, his attention was always laser-focused on you. The man would look at you like you were the only signal cutting through a world of white noise. He loved your curves, constantly finding excuses to rest his heavy hands on your hips or pull your softer frame flush against his dense one.
But.. There were odd times.
There was the fact that he never actually ate. Or at least you didn't he see him do so. Heād order a drink, never drink it, and somehow the glass would end up empty, but you never saw him swallow..? You played it off honestly. He had some odd quirks, but that didn't mean that he'd be- you know, alien.. Or some kind of creature. You sure hope not. And then there was the silver Porsche. You had never seen him put gas in it.. Despite the hours long drives you guys do sometimes. The radio always played exactly what you wanted to hear before you even thought of it. It was like he was telepathically connected to his car, which was stupid and insane!
Currently, you two were sort of ona tiny roadtrip. The porsche hugging the road of a cliffside road, it was quiet and calm, the faint sound of the ocean calmed you, almost lulling you to a sleep. Jas was driving with one hand on the wheel, his other hand resting comfortably on your thigh. His thumb traced lazy circles over it as you were leaning against the window. "Well aren't you quiet?" Jazz noted, a soft whistle escaping him. "Just thinking, about a few stuff." You answered honestly, leaning your head against the window. "You said you travel around.. A lot."
"Mhm..?"
"Are you gonna leave anytime soon?"
Your question hung through the air, a slight questioning tone in your voice. Everything felt.. Too good for you. You were waiting for him to decide that someone better, someone who took up less space, was a better fit for a guy who looked like he stepped out of a cyberpunk fashion magazine.
"I'm not going anywhere!" he said, turning his head to look at you, quite too fast. "In fact! I like my setup here, y'know?"You smiled, the warmth spreading through your chest.
"You really have a line for everything, Jas."
"Only 'cause itās the truth-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence as The Porscheās dashboard suddenly lit up with a blinding array of red warnings. Since when could a Porsche do that? "Hey Jas- What's going on?!" You yelped, feeling yourself grow panicked. "Scrap." he hissed. His voice sounded strange? It was metallic and buzzing, you don't had the time to notice when something was basically gunning you down. "Hold on!"
He whipped the steering wheel to the left. The Porsche spun, drifting sideways across the empty highway. The black SUV roared past, its tires smoking, before slamming on its brakes and turning to face you.
"Okay, change of plans!" Jas said.
You looked over at him and your brain completely stalled.
Jas wasā¦ flickering..?
The edges of his monochrome jacket, his silver visor, his perfect jawline, they were glitching like some.. corrupted video file.
"Get out!" the voice came not from the flickering man, but from the carās surround-sound speakers.
"What?" you gasped, frozen in shock and terror.
"Babe, I need you to trust me. Open the door and run to the guardrail. Do it now!"
Your survival instincts kicked in. You unbuckled your seatbelt, threw open the heavy door, and scrambled out onto the asphalt. You ran on shaking legs toward the guardrail at the edge of the cliff, diving behind it just as the black SUV drove forward towards him. You expected to see the beautiful silver Porsche crushed into a cube of scrap metal. And your best boyfriend ever, potentially gone forever. Where the car had been, a towering mechanical titan now crouched on the asphalt. What the hell?
āDid you really think you could take a joyride out of the city without us noticing, Autobot?ā The other robot..? Thing? Hissed. It raised an arm, the metal shifting to form a massive, glowing energy cannon. The silver robot, Jas, if he was Jas, groaned and tilted his head back.
"Man, you really don't know how to read the room, do you?" His voice sounded mechanical, I mean, of course it is, he's a robot! but the smooth, confident cadence was identical. "I was having a really nice day, was about to get to some nice place with my sweetspark, and you just had to ruin the vibe."
You.. Did not understand what the hell was happening but it did feel like you were about to faint on the cement. You stared, trembling like a leaf as the other robot was crackling and half broken in no time. Transforming quickly to escape as a car again and speeding off. Jazz let out a relieved whistle. "Well I'll be! Good thing this cliff didn't fall during the fight, right Babe?" He turned to you. You blinked, looking uo at him.
He crouched down, his joints hissing. Even crouching, he was the size of a two-story house. He rested his massive, silver hands on the asphalt on either side of you. "Hey." he called out softly, you looked up, eyes meeting his.. Robotic..ones. "I know.." Jas sighed, the sound a rush of warm exhaust. "Itās a lot, I'm sorry. I really didn't want you to find out like this."
He reached out, his massive index finger hovering inches from your shoulder. It was the size of your entire body. He stopped, realizing the sheer difference in scale, and pulled his hand back, resting it on his knee instead. The gesture was incredibly human. It was hesitant and vulnerable.
"You'reā¦ you're the car..!" you finally managed to choke out. "Technically, the car is me!" he corrected gently. "My name is Jazz. First Lieutenant of the Autobots, from the planet Cybertron."
"And Jas? The guy in the jacket?"
"A holographic projection. Hard-light," Jazz explained, tapping a small projector node on his shoulder armor. "Lets me walk around, blend in, interact. It feels real because it has mass, butā¦ this is the real me." He paused, his visor gleaming as he tilted his head. "I was curious about how humans formed.. Peculiar relationships. So I had your friend help me out." He explained honestly. "And let's just say it didn't disappoint." He said, an attempt to ease the mood.
You slowly stood up. Your legs felt like jelly, but you forced yourself to stand. He stayed perfectly still, terrified of startling you. You were so fragile compared to him, one wrong twitch of his servos could break you. "You don't eat.." you whispered, piecing the puzzle together. "Youāre heavy, your skin was so hot. Like fever hot, sometimes."
"And you liked that I wasā¦ plush." You crossed your arms over your stomach, the old insecurities flaring up in the face of this literal machine perfection. "Because I'm a good shock absorber for a robot?"
"No!" Jazz said sharply. He leaned closer, the heat of his chassis wrapping around you as you froze at the sheer size of him, despite it all, you didn't feel less attracted towards him. "I love your frame." Jazz said, his voice dropping into an intimate tone. "On my world, everything is armor. And it's not everyday I see something so.. Soft. I mean, for us all humans would be, but rarely are they.. You. You take up space in a world that tells you not to, and you do it beautifully." The profound honesty in his voice shattered the last of your panic. He was still Jas. The guy who loved music, who listened to your complaints about work, who made you feel beautiful. He was justā¦ bigger. A lot bigger.
The tears you hadn't realized you were holding back spilled over.
"Itās really you." you heaved out, wiping a tear from your cheek.
Jazz let out a shuddering vent of air, his optics dimming with overwhelming relief. "Yeah, babe. Itās me. Same beat, different speakers!.."
"Are they going to come back? The purple one?"
"Probably." Jazz admitted, his jaw setting. "The Decepticons don't like it when I have nice things." He grumbled.
"The car is a little banged up right now," Jazz said, a hint of his signature swagger returning to his voice. "And my boss is probably going to blow out my comms channel for blowing my cover. But if youāre still up for a rideā¦ I can get us out of here, you know, continue our little roadtrip?"
He transformed, and you didn't hesitate in getting in. You let out a long, shaky breath, resting your head against the cool glass of the window.
"You doing okay over there, babe?" He sounded a little worried but you nodded.
"I'm riding inside my boyfriend," you mumbled, a hysterical little laugh bubbling up in your chest. "Who is an alien, who just fought a giant purple robot. I think I'm doing surprisingly well, all things considered..!"
His chuckle echoed from the speakers. "That's my girl, unfazed! Just let the robot do it's thing, sink into the leather, and let me handle the road. We've still got a few hours until we hit the coast." To ease the lingering adrenaline spiking your heart rate, the radio came to life.
The road trip culminated on a stretch of coastline so secluded it didn't even appear on standard GPS maps, a hidden cove flanked by towering cliffs, accessible only by a winding, treacherous dirt road that the Porsche navigated with ease. By the time you arrived, the sun was beginning its descent, The Porsche rolled to a smooth stop right where the coarse beach grass met the fine, white sand. The passenger door swung open.
You stepped out, stretching your legs, the salty sea breeze instantly whipping through your hair. You turned around just in time to watch the sleek sports car unfold into a towering mechanical titan. He didn't speak immediately. He just looked at you, taking in the way the sun shone against you as it descended to twilight. Then, he crouched down, bringing his massive faceplate closer to your level. "View's almost as gorgeous as the company." Jazz rumbled.
"It's beautiful." you agreed, stepping a little closer to him. You reached out, hesitantly placing your hand against the massive, silver plating of his knee. "You're sure it's safe out here? The... Decepticons won't track us?"
"I've got the perimeter completely jammed. We're a ghost on the grid, sweetspark." Jazz assured you. He slowly, carefully reached out with one massive hand, bringing his index finger to rest gently against your side. "Tonight is just about us."
He tapped a node on his shoulder.
The air a few feet away from you shimmered, the familiar avatar shining to life beside you. "I promised you a proper beach date." Jazz said, his voice the one you were so used to. He reached out, wrapping his warm, solid arms around your waist, pulling your frame flush against his chest. "And I don't break my promises."
"You're a very dedicated boyfriend," you murmured, melting into the embrace.
"I aim to please.." Jazz grinned, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against the side of your neck. As his lips touched your skin, the air around you suddenly filled with music. "Dance with me." He whispered against your skin, his hands moving from your waist to grip your hips firmly.
You laughed softly, your hands coming up to rest on his broad shoulders. "On the sand? In these shoes?"
"Take 'em off then!"
You kicked off your shoes, sinking your bare feet into the cool sand. After that, he didn't hesitate in pulling himself closer. His hands mapped the curve of your hips, his thumbs pressing into the softness of your lower stomach with a reverence that made your head spin as you felt your cheeks flush a little.
"You feel incredible already." he murmured, nuzzling softly against you. He slid his hands up the sides of your body, feeling the beautiful width of your waist, the heavy curve of your breasts beneath your shirt. He squeezed gently, an appreciative touch that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core.
"Jazz!.." you gasped.
"Let me.." he purred, as he pulled you down onto the sand. As you fell down, he followed swiftly. His dense body pressing you into the ground. He slotted his thigh between your legs, the hard-light projection perfectly simulating the weight of a highly muscled human man. The friction of his thigh pressing intimately against your center made your breath catch in your throat. "You're so gorgeous." Jazz whispered right by your ear. He bracketed your head with his arms, looking down at you. The sunset was entirely gone now. Leaving you two alone beneath the stars.
"You're not so bad yourself," you managed to whisper back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his dark hair. He didn't waste another second. He crashed his lips down onto yours, His tongue sweeping into your mouth, earning a tiny gasp from you.You arched your back, pressing your chest up against the unyielding wall of his. He groaned into your mouth, his hands moving frantically over your body. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift, fluid motion, tossing it aside onto the sand.
The cool night air hit your bare skin, but it was instantly counteracted by the warmth of his palms.
Jazz looked down at you, his eyes tracking over the soft, heavy curves of your body beneath the visor of his. "Perfect.." he breathed, his thumbs tracing the underwire of your bra. "Absolutely perfect."
He leaned down, replacing his hands with his mouth. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the swell of your breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right above the lace of your bra. You let out a high-pitched gasp, your hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly.
"You like that, sweetspark?" The voice came from the avatar, but you swear you could hear an engine revv from the currently unused robot behind you. You crawled at a distance, touching the robot's inner thigh, earning a groan from Jazz.
"Primus-" The avatar cursed, "You have no idea what you do to my processors when you touch my actual frame while I'm touching you." He unhooked your bra with a flick of his fingers, casting it aside. He took the heavy, soft weight of your bare breasts into his hot hands, kneading the flesh with a desperate hunger. His thumbs dragged across your nipples, pulling a ragged moan from your throat as you squirmed.
He leaned down, laving the sensitive peaks with his slick tongue, sucking hard enough that had you questioning how an alien knew how to please a human so well. The friction of his body grinding against yours was driving you insane. He was so incredibly dense, his weight pressing you perfectly into the sand, making you feel entirely anchored. His knee shifted, pressing harder between your thighs, you let out a whine as you bucked your hips up involuntarily, chasing the pressure.
"Impatient." Jazz chuckled against your skin. "I like that."
He dragged your bottoms down, taking your underwear with them, leaving you completely exposed to the cool ocean air. He slipped his hand between your thighs, his fingers finding the soaked, aching heat of your center. You cried out, your head tossing back against the sand. He slid two thick fingers inside of you, striking your most sensitive cluster of nerves making you arch your back. "That's it, babe." You heard him purr, maybe it was the robot, you didn't care now, not when this felt so good.
"Let me hear you. Let me feel how good you sound on my systems." His thumb found your clit, pressing down hard and grinding in a tight, rapid circle. The friction was unbearable. He was relentless, his fingers working inside you with a mechanical stamina that was entirely inhuman, yet imbued with a deeply human passion.
"J-Jazz, please-.." you sobbed out, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers.
"I've got you." the avatar whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your screams. He increased the pace and one kiss that trailed down to your chest was your undoing as you came. You clamped your thick thighs tightly around his hand, your nails digging crescent moons into the shoulders of the avatar as you shattered completely. The avatar above you shuddered, his head dropping to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his simulated breathing coming in ragged gasps as he absorbed the sheer intensity of your climax through his sensory net.
Jazz slowly withdrew his hand, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your heavily pulsing pulse point on your neck. The two of you stayed in the quiet, before you spoke. "I want you." You heaved out.
"But sweetspark, you already hav-"
"The real you." you repeated, your voice dropping into a husky whisper. You pushed yourself up on one elbow, letting the cool ocean air wash over your bare breasts, no longer hiding the soft, heavy curves of your body. "The hard-light is amazing, Jazz.. But itās just a projection. I want to be held by you. All of you."
"Babe-" Jazz whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "My true frame... itās entirely metal. I weigh tons! My internal temperature could burn you. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't!" you assured him, sitting up fully. You reached out and placed your hands flat against the avatar's chest. "You are the most precise, careful being I have ever met. I trust you."
He smiled, a vulnerable one, as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your forehead. "Okay Sweetspark, your call." the hard-light avatar dissolved in front of you.
Jazz shifted his frame as he crawled forward, lifting you and placing you on his chassis. "Look at you.." Jazz rumbled as he stared you down from head to toe. "Absolutely flawless." He slowly lifted one of his massive hands. With agonizing care, he extended a single digit and brought the giant finger down, resting the broad, flat pad of it against the soft, yielding curve of your plush stomach.
You gasped as the hot metal made contact with your bare skin. "So soft." Jazz groaned, his optics dimming to a deep, twilight blue as he dragged the massive digit upward, tracing the deep curve of your waist, moving over the flare of your ribs, and finally resting against the underside of your heavy breasts.
You arched your back, pressing your plush curves upward into the hot metal of his finger. A frustrated, needy whine escaped your throat. "Jazz..."
"You want more?" Jazz asked. "You want to know exactly how a Cybertronian handles a masterpiece?"
"Yes." you breathed, your hands reaching up to press flat against the silver plating of his chest.
"Then let me show you." From the protected, heavily armored recess of his pelvic array, his interface equipment deployed.
You watched, your breath catching in your throat, as his phallus? Whatever it was called in cybertronian, extended. As his optical sensors scanned your smaller, human physiology, the nanomesh of his spike responded. The synthetic structure subtly downscaled, the segments compressing and adjusting until the girth and length were perfectly, safely proportioned to accommodate a human body.
It was still massive, dauntingly thick and impossibly long compared to a human man, but his adaptive biology ensured it was safe for you to take. "Primus, you're beautiful." Jazz rasped, his optics fixed entirely on the sight of your body.
"I know, you keep sayi-"
"Now don't get mad on me babe, you can't blame a broken radio repeating the good stuff." He hummed as he lifted you up easily. You were suspended in his grasp, your thighs falling open on either side of his massive wrist.
You reached down, your hands grasping the edge of his massive, glowing spike. "Please..!" you sobbed softly, the anticipation driving you mad. "Now- Jazz. Pleaseā¦-" He slowly, painstakingly guided his hips forward, aligning the glowing, slick tip of his spike with your wet folds. The first touch of the metal against your most sensitive flesh was electrifying.
You cried out, fingers digging into his digits. "Slow and steady. Let your frame adjust."
He pushed forward, just an inch.
The adaptive protoform slid inside of you, stretching you wide. It was incredibly thick, filling you more completely than anything you had ever experienced. You let out a loud, unabashed scream of pure bliss as you quivered.
"That's it..-" Jazz groaned, his massive engine revving louder as he felt the tight hot grip of your walls around his spike. "Primus, you are so tight- So incredibly soft. Your internal temperature is perfect.. Just perfect.. So perfect.." He started to talk nonstop. You couldn't understand properly.
"So perfect.. So perfect.." He repeated as he stopped himself from doing anything rash. He waited for you to adjust, his giant thumb rubbing soothing, hot circles into the plush flesh of your hip. When he felt your muscles relax and yield to his size, he pushed forward again. Inch by inch, the glowing Cybertronian spike filled you. You whimpered, your internal walls stretching perfectly to accommodate the metal.
When he finally bottomed out, his massive, heavily armored pelvis pressing gently against your inner thighs, you were completely full.
"Jazz-.." you gasped, your eyes rolling back.
"I'm right here Babe." He groaned out, a distorted moan escaping him. His first thrust was impossibly slow. He pulled you back up almost entirely, the slick, glowing spike dragging heavily against your sensitive walls, before driving upward again. You met his thrust eagerly, your body slapping wetly against the spike.
"Yeah, babe, give it back-.." Jazz praised, the tempo of his internal cooling fans whining louder. He established a rhythm, every time he thrust up, the glowing biolights on his spike flared brighter, sending a surge of localized vibrational energy straight into your clit and G-spot. "You take me so well-.." Jazz moaned, his control finally beginning to slip. He increased his pace, his massive hips driving upward with a harder, faster rhythm. "Your mass... your curves...- you cushion the metal perfectly. I have never felt anything like this-.." He groaned out.
He drove his spike to you relentlessly. The sheer friction of the metal sliding in and out of your slick, swollen center created a wet, slapping sound that mixed perfectly with the crashing of the ocean waves. "Oh g-god! J-Jazz! Don't stop! P-Please don't stop..!" you sobbed, your head thrashing side to side in the air, your thighs trembling violently.
He wanted to bury himself in you, he wanted to merge his sparks with the beautiful gravity of your form.You hit the breaking point, the intense pressure building in your core finally shattered.
You screamed his name, your entire body going rigid. The climax hit you with the force of a supernova. Your internal muscles clamped down ruthlessly on the glowing, vibrating metal spike inside of you, milking the metal with desperate waves of pure ecstasy.
Jazz threw his massive head back, the glowing biolights on his spike flashed blindingly bright. With one final, impossibly deep thrust, a massive, surging wave of hot, synthetic trans-fluid flooded your pussy. He pumped into you relentlessly, filling you to the absolute brim with his transfluid, his massive frame shuddering with the force of his climax.
For a long time, neither of you moved.
You laid on his chest, panting. You were gasping for air, your lungs burned, your mind entirely wiped blank by the sheer, unearthly intensity of what just happened. With agonizing care, Jazz slowly pulled his hips back. The slick, spike slid out of your body with a wet sound, leaving you feeling entirely hollow and aching in the best possible way. His plating shifted and clicked, seamlessly retracting the interface array back into his heavily armored chassis.
"Are you intact, sweetspark?" he rumbled, his voice gentle.
"I think so.." you panted, a weak, lazy smile spreading across your lips. You reached up, resting your small hand against his cheek. "That was... I don't even have words for that."
He gently scooped you up. You lay securely in the palm of his hand, clinging to the warm curve of his silver thumb. Jazz brought you up to his chest plate, holding you securely against the glowing red Autobot insignia. The heat radiating from his chassis soaked through the blanket, keeping you perfectly warm.
"You don't need words, I guess not all the time" the giant robot hummed, turning his massive head to look out at the dark ocean. "Your signal came through loud and clear."
------------
A/N: Um! So that was that LMAOOO, that was my first time writing detailed, long smut.. I'll be dropping updates, don't worry guys!!
You decided to go on a Blind Date! Unaware your date is secretly an Alien Robot.
Jazz x Plus-sized Female Human!Reader
Warnings: Slight Body Insecurity
Wc: At least 2k.. I didn't count
(This has been sitting in my drafts since december..)
"Heās a friend of a friend!" your best friend had promised when she was on a call with you as you were dressing up. "His name is Jaz... uh, Jas. Just Jas. Heās a music producer or a sound engineer, Something with audio, great vibe to himm!.. Youāll love him. He has style! And it's free drinks, are you really gonna miss out on that one?"
You were skeptical. Usually, "style" meant a guy who wore a fedora unironically, or someone who thought a graphic tee with a "funny" slogan counted as high fashion. But your friend had been relentless, and the promise of free drinks and a "guaranteed vibe" had eventually worn you down. But it was weird, your friend was usually busy with something, always had cars outside her house, colorful ones-.. But it's not like you'd question it, you know she had her special secret job after all.
So, here you were. The venue was a dimly lit lounge in the downtown district, it wasn't quiet, but it felt calming to be here instead of a date that usually happened at clubs and always had loud crap going on. You shifted in your seat, tugging self-consciously at the hem of your dress. Seriously, did you get messed by your friend? And possibly, worse, got stood up? You checked your phone. 8:05 PM. "Five minutes late," you muttered, swirling the ice in your glass. "Strike one, Jas."
"Technically," a smooth voice suddenly resounded near you. "I've been here for six minutes. I was just appreciating the track selection, and nice area for a date? Rare find for a Tuesday." You jumped, nearly knocking your drink over. Standing next to your booth wasā¦ well, your friend hadn't lied! You stared gaping at the man that stood before you. "Jas" was striking. That was the only word for it, he was dressed in a way that should have been ridiculous but somehow looked runway-ready, some high-collared monochrome jacket, some sleek cargo pants. But the kicker was the visor. He was wearing a sleek, silver band of sunglasses, shades?? Blue Visor? Whatever it was called, that wrapped around his eyes, completely obscuring them. Indoor? At night??.. Huh.
"Jas?" you asked, recovering your composure. "The one and only." he grinned. His smile was blinding, white and perfect, and for a second, you swore the light in the room seemed to reflect off his skin a little too brightly. "And you must be the 'vision' I was promised. Although, she didn't do the description justice. You've got a presence, and I quite like the presence." He slid into the booth opposite you.
For a guy who looked broad-shouldered and solid, he moved with zero wasted energy. "Nice glasses." you remarked, unable to help the dry tone. "Expecting a solar flare in here?" When he laughed, it was a sound that was enough to swoop you out of your pants if you weren't quite wary. "Light sensitivity." he explained, you weren't aware you'd meet someone who had that. "Plus, it helps me focus on the audio, eyes can be distracting, ears never lie. You mind?"
"Be my Guest." You murmured quietly. It was quiet between you two before you were the one who spoke up first. "Is Jas a nickname? Or is that your real name?" You couldn't help but ask. "Real name! Oughta be unique, ya know?" He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. He was big- not really in a bad way, but he was dense, like he'd be made of a brick wall if someone ever punched him.
He took up a lot of space in the booth, his knees brushing against yours under the table. You instinctively pulled back, trying to make yourself smaller, trying to tuck your legs away so you weren't encroaching on his space. Jas noticed this, tilting his head slightly towards your direction. His boot hooked gently around your ankle. "Relax," he murmured. "You're good. Take up space, I don't mind the contact." You looked at him, trying to find his eyes behind the visor, but all you saw was your own surprised expression.
"Okay," you breathed, letting your leg settle back against his. His leg was hard, like leaning against a warm radiator. "So, Jas. Sound Engineer.. What kind of.. Stuff do you do? You don't look like a guy who spends twelve hours a day hunched over a mixing board eating stale pretzels." You remarked, earning a laugh from him which had your stomach flipping.
"Fair point!" he chuckled. "I'm more of anā¦ operations guy. I handle special projects."
"What does that mean?"
"It means I work for a very demanding boss. A real idealist type.. Carries the weight of the world on his shoulders." Jas explained, leaning back and stretching his arms over the back of the booth.
"When the main act is under pressure, and everything is going sideways, they call me. I step in, improvise, handle the rough edges, and make sure everyone stays cool. I keep the show running." He said, making you purse your lips in slight surprise.
"Sounds stressful." you noted. "Can be."he admitted, his visor reflecting the dim lights of the lounge. "But you learn to ride the chaos. You gotta stay loose. If you freeze up when the pyrotechnics go off early, you're in the wrong business."
"Where are you from? My friend said out of town."
"Way out of town." Jas smiled.
"Detroit?"
He snorted, a delighted sound. "Sure. Let's go with Detroit."
His words made you raise a brow but you decidingly decided to shrug it off. He reached out, his hand hovering over your forearm which was resting on the table. "Can I?" It was a bold move for fifteen minutes in a date, but there was something so steady and grounding about him that you found yourself nodding.
His fingers brushed your skin. His hand was large, his fingers long and elegant, but his skin was exceptionally warm. Almost hot, running a fever temperature..? Was he actually having a fever?
"You're soā¦ soft." he murmured, his thumb brushing over the plush curve of your inner arm. Usually, when a guy called you 'soft', it was loaded with weird expectations and fetishes or passive-aggressive observations about your weight. But Jas didn't.. Seem to be like that at least, there was a certain warmth and fondness to his touch that didn't make you move away. "Everything where I'm from is sharp." he continued, his voice quiet, for your ears only. "Hard angles. Strict protocols.. Youāreā¦ you're comfortable. You're real. I like it."
You felt a flush rise up your neck that had nothing to do with the gin in your glass. He made it sound like the highest compliment in the universe, and it certainly was. "You're pretty smooth, Jas." you whispered, suddenly feeling very brave.
"I try my best-.." he grinned, not pulling his hand away. "Tell me about you. What do you do when you aren't looking skeptical at blind dates in jazz lounges?" The conversation flowed effortlessly after that. You found yourself talking about your job, your passions, the annoying quirks of your coworkers, Jas was an active listener. he engaged, his quick wit catching you off guard and making you laugh louder than you had in weeks. He was charismatic, effortlessly cool, and completely focused on you.
The DJ transitioned tracks, sliding from the upbeat house beat into something slower. "Oh, now this.." he said, his voice dropping into a purr that you felt vibrating in your own chest. "This is a classic, you can't just sit here for this one. Dance with me?" He asked, tilting his head. You hesitated, "I'm not much of a dancer..- I.. I usually just watch."
"I don't believe that for a second." he said smoothly, standing up and offering his hand. "Iāve been watching you tap your glass for the last twenty minutes. You've got the beat right in your pocket. Come on, I'll lead. Improvising on the floor is my specialty."
You took his hand and he pulled you up with zero effort, as if you weighed absolutely nothing. The sudden shift in momentum made you stumble slightly, and you crashed right into his chest.
It was like running into a brick wall.
No, not a brick wall. Brick had some give, some crumble. This was metal wrapped in some stylish jacket. "You okay?" he asked, his hands steadying you by your waist, his grip firm and reassuring. "You'reā¦ really sturdy.." you gasped, looking up at him, your hands resting flat against his chest.
"Dense bone structure!" he quipped without missing a beat. "Ate a lot of iron as a kid." Huh, so there's that. He guided you to the small dance floor, it wasn't crowded yet, just a few couples swaying in the dim light. He stepped into your space, eliminating the gap between you entirely.
Again, the anxiety flared. You were hyper-conscious of the softness of your stomach pressing against the hardness of his abdomen, the width of your hips under his hands. You tried to hold yourself in, to adjust your posture to seem smaller in front of him. His hands slid from your waist down to your hips, "..It's alright." He pressed his palms firmly against your sides, his fingers appreciating the plushness there. "I like your curves, if you were all hard angles, we wouldn't fit together right." He drawled out, listening to his voice somehow soothed you.
He pulled you tighter, until your thighs brushed his, and began to move. You had no choice but to follow. He was shockingly graceful for someone so heavy, he spun you, dipped you, and moved you through the rhythm of the song like you were an extension of himself. He made you feel light and completely the center of his universe.
Jas leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. "You look stunning." he said. "And I don't mean that as a line. Youāve got this quiet confidence that you try to hide, but when the music hits, it just pours out of you. You're gorgeous." You laughed, pulling back just enough to look at his visor. "You sure know how to romance a girl, Jas."
"I just call it like I see it," he said. He stopped moving as the song faded into the next track. The dance floor emptied out around you, but he didn't let go as you two walked. "Let's get out of here." he said, his smooth swagger returning in full force. "The acoustics in here are getting muddy, and I want to hear you talk without shouting over the bass."
"Your place or mine?" The words slipped out before you could check them, fueled by the adrenaline and the gin. Jas grinned, humming in thought. "Let's start with a drive, show you a little bit of my style. Then we'll see where the night takes us." He held your hand and took you to the exit, of course paying first. "So," you asked, swinging his hand as you walked. "Detroit, huh?"
"A suburb of it!" Jas replied smoothly, not missing a beat. "It has its moments. Lots of action," he said, checking the street with a hidden caution that betrayed his 'music producer' cover. "But the scenery down here? The company?" He squeezed your hand, looking down at you with a smile that made your stomach do a very pleasant flip. "A million times better."
You leaned into him, feeling the solid, heavy warmth of his side against yours, and decided that you didn't really care where he was from, or what kind of "special operations" he ran for his idealist boss. You just liked the way he made you feel like you belonged exactly where you were.
"Friend of a friend.." you mused aloud. "I owe her a very expensive drink."
"Make it two," Jas said, as you both approached a car. "Because I think I'm gonna be sticking around your orbit for a while." He stopped in front of a sleek, silver Porsche with a bold blue racing stripe that looked suspiciously coordinated with his outfit. As he opened the passenger door for you, the car's radio turned on by itself, tuning perfectly to the exact track you had just been dancing to earlier.
"Lucky guess?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at him over the roof of the car.
Jas just smiled, tapping the roof of the Porsche lovingly. "We just got the same rhythm, babe. Hop in."
A/N: Jazz.. drools.. I might make a freaky deaky second part, who knowz!!! Anyways, new chapter has been released for my fic!! Also, Jazz with a plus sized lover mwa mwa mwa, you can't convince me that robo isn't into ladies with the curves.. ALSO I'VE NEVER GONE ON A DATE/BLIND DATE BEFORE forgive me for the inaccuracies..
WARNING: CONTAINS MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 10 OF LIFE OM THE OTHER SIDE.
Megatron Pov is here...
Words: 1.1k
Despite the time that had passed since that meeting at the vents, Megatron stood perfectly still for a long cycle in his own personal area, the only sound being the distant hum of the underground machinery nearby. His cooling fans were running at near-maximum capacity, a solid testament to the fact that his internal temperature had spiked well beyond operational norms...
He reached up, dragging his scarred servo across his dermal components.
He could still taste them.
What have I done? What was it? It was a tactical calculation that returned a critical error, is what he should think. He was Megatron! Champion of the Pits of Kaon! The voice of those who did not have one, his entire existence was currently dedicated to tearing down the very spires that housed the bot he had just kissed! Kissed. A bot that was nowhere near of being a conjunx to him.
They were a creature born of privilege, designed to sit at a floating desk and dictate the misery of thousands with a flick of a digit. What would they, those of Iacon, know of what they experienced here? Orion did.. Orion was different. He was no Aide, he was a data clerk. Not someone sitting by the sides of the High Council.
Their voice echoed in his memory, the modulation failing to mask the desperation underneath. It was a familiar one, a plea for life. He'd always heard it from his opponents. Not from a High Council Aide.
When he had pulled them against his chassis, he had expected resistance, disgust maybe for the fact that a lower caste dare sully a Higher Caste's plating. Instead, they had melted against him. Had clung to his armor like a lifeline, like a bot drowning in a sea. Had even been the first one to initiate the..
He shook his helm, a servo on the top of his helm as he grumbled.
Why were such feelings arising?
He paused for a few moments, a servo flying to his own chassis as he felt his spark racing, venting heavily to calm himself down
[ BECAUSE YOU SEE THE TRUTH. ]
But that does not constitute such a feeling.
Emotions of this caliber were a liability, Affection was a chain, and he had sworn to break all chains. They are not like the others. his processor reasoned, the thought with undeniable certainty.
Megatron lowered his servo, his red optics narrowing under the dim light of his quarters.
Yes, that was it. It was not a weakness to recognize the value of such an anomaly. In a world governed by functionalism, where every frame was pre-determined to a singular purpose, the Aide had broken their own programming. They were a glitch in the High Council's 'flawless' System.
[ THEY BELONG TO THE CAUSE. ]
They belong to me. Megatron's processor corrected. The thought settled deep in his spark, solidifying into an immovable pillar of his ideology. They were surrounded by vipers in the upper spires of Iacon.
He walked over to a metal table, he looked at the crate of medical supplies they had secured. High-grade filters, neural stabilizers. Resources that cost more Shanix than an entire mining sector generated in a vorn.
They had risked punishment for this.
[ A VALUABLE ASSET! A RARE COMMODITY. ]
A rare spark. They were burning themselves out effectively to keep the lower castes of Kaon warm, and if they were left in those spires, the High Council would eventually snuff them out entirely.
I will not allow it.
The sudden chime of his secure terminal broke the silence in his quarters.
Only one other bot knew how to reach him here.
Megatron approached the console, tapping the interface to accept the incoming text-based transmission.
OP: The security patrols in the lower sectors have doubled in the past deca-cycle.
Megatron hummed quietly to himself
M: Let them prepare, a tightened grip only proves the hand is trembling.
Orion Pax was a fascinating contradiction. He possessed the mind of a philosopher, just like him, someone yet he remained shackled by his own inherent reverence for order.
OP: I do not believe all of them are trembling out of fear for their power, some of them fear the chaos that will follow if the system is dismantled too abruptly. Not everyone in the upper spires is blind to Kaon, most just choose not to take action.
Megatron's optics narrowed, his processor already flashing to the Aide his mind had only recently thought of.
M: And how many of these 'enlightened' Aristocrats are willing to dismantle their own thrones? Sympathy from a balcony is easy.
OP: It costs them everything if they are caught trying to change it from the inside. I have seen... I have witnessed acts of profound courage from those who have the most to lose.
Megatron paused as he stared at the screen. Was Orion speaking abstractly, or did the clerk have his own anomalous encounters in the halls of the Capitol? But then again, he often visited Kaon enough, even he was curious at the supplies that arrived often in Kaon, well, often accompanied by that.. Cultural Investigator friend of his.
[ HE DOES NOT UNDERSTAND! ]
The thought materialized in Megatron's processor. Orion still clung to the belief that the system could be reformed, that the Council could be reasoned with.
M: Courage within a cage is still captivity. There are no innocents in a system built on slavery. There are only the complicit, and the oppressed.
The cursor blinked steadily on the screen.
M: I have found more loyalty in the darkest depths of this planet than you will ever find in the Upper Caste.
Then, Megatron severed the connection. Orion Pax was a good mech, someone who could truly aide him when the day comes.
The System's influence pulsed through his neural net, seamless and undetected, weaving itself into the very fabric of his trauma and ambition. It took his genuine respect for your actions and twisted it into an iron-clad fixation.
[ THEY CHOSE YOU OVER THE SENATE. THEY KISSED YOU! ]
[ IS THAT NOT ENOUGH PROOF OF HOW THEY SEE YOU? ]
"Yes." Megatron huffed softly, leaning back against his own seat, turning away from the console.
[ PROTEUS WILL DESTROY THEM IF HE FINDS OUT, YOU ARE THE ONLY ONE WHO CAN PROTECT THEM, MEGATRON. ]
----
A/N: The system after punishing the Aide only to purposely boosts Megatron's feelings right after: ā( Ģ 3 Ģ)ā
Just re-read Exodus..mnhhhejeiejbgh..rrr... Gonna have to rewrite the old chapters a little erm.. I mostly skimmed through it in my first read because I was so adamant in a way to start the fic, I have a few errors and out of character moments um! Yeah! I forgot most of what had happened due to being busy for like.. MONTHS.
So, after Chapter 11 is released, I'll be rewriting the old parts, so they seem less cringe but still retaining that slightly comedic tone to it.
oh hey yeah see about the possible warframe fics. So about the new jade shadows trailer. What if it's both Orion + Sirius x reader y'know. both of them is heads over heels for this random human that they stop fighting entirely-
(Reader is not the operator as we DID help stalker deliver the baby, that'd be weird)
A/N: WARFRAME GRAHHHH, will be rewritten when Jade shadows: Constellation comes out. I HATE railjacks.
Orion - Red
Sirius - Green
Eternalism was an odd concept. It dictated that time was not a singular line, but a branching prism wherein each choice dictated a different outcome. A concept where the past, present, and the future all converged into one box, happening at the same time.
Earth was not something that changed much after all these years, besides the Grineer camps and Cetus? You were well on your own, but thankfully you were.. In a much different area, a quieter one. No camps on sight. These Orokin ruins were your sanctuary, a semblance of peace away from the constant bustling market of Cetus, or the threat that the Grineer sometimes provoked in some of your tiny expedition. You were a scavenger, a dignified one at that! Surely! But you were no mythical Tenno, you had no.. What was it again? Warframe! You were just a scavenger with a penchant for the things left behind.
Today was supposed to be a lazy one. Not much finds and just you relaxing by the ruins catching some fish in hopes Night won't come as quick that Eidolons might come out.. Oh you hope not. You remember running from several Vomvalysts going back to Cetus. Despite not being much athletic then, that fear gave you the stamina to run faster than you ever had. But then again, it wasn't like you were anywhere near the Plain of Eidolons to worry.. Right?
You laid back, waiting for the fish to bite, none came. Only the sudden ripple of the water that scattered the fish away. What's happening? You furrowed your brows in confusion as the ground beneath you started to shake, an earthquake? Then, the sky tore open in ways that felt and looked like the universe was ending. You scrambled immediately, grasping your gear as you skittered somewhere to hide. Who wouldn't? There was a literal tear in the fabric of reality in front of you! Wasn't there a hotline for the Tenno? From the rift fell two figures, the force making your stuff almost fly out of your hands as you stumbled, the impact shattered centuries-old paving stones, throwing a wave of dust and a gust of wind that knocked you flat against the roots of a massive tree.
You coughed, rubbing your back as your ears were ringing. You scrambled backward into the hollow by the roots as you pressed a hand over your mouth to stifle your nervous breaths. What and who was that? You peered through the dust, seeing two beings, magnificent, attempting to rip each other apart. To the left seemed like a Warframe that looked more poised, its armor laced with green armor paired with the black, he was fluid and graceful in his own attacks, the polearm they both wielded clashed against one another. The one on the right, was more jagged and rough, each movement seemed to be fueled with a bloodlust you haven't felt before. The sheer force of their weapons meeting sent another shockwave through the clearing. You clamped a hand over your ears as the air blew against you.
You realized that if you stayed here, you were going to be vaporized. If a stray blast of jade light didn't turn you into ash, the concussive force of their polearms would pulp you against the tree! Which to be completely honest? Not one of those choices seemed good.
You hoisted your backpack on your shoulder and made a run for it. Scrap the equipment you left now, you could always buy new ones in Cetus! But could you buy a resurrection after being pulped by some beings that might potentially be far dangerous than the Tenno? No! You weren't risking it. You were careful. You were a scavenger! Used to avoiding the heavy Grineer patrols. You knew how to place your hands on the moss to avoid rustling the dead leaves, But you were, in the end, but a simple human.
As you shifted your weight to push off a broken slab of Orokin marble, the stone, weakened by their fighting, crumbled beneath your boot. Your codex scanner slipped from your grasp, bouncing against a piece of exposed rebar with a sharp, ringing sequence of metallic pings.
Everything seemed to still as you clumsily picked it up. Unaware of the two heads turning to your direction as you frantically tapped your codex scanner to stop the broken pings. One of them tilted it's head, approaching carefully and peeking over you, the other one, looking disrespected by the sudden change of attention, followed quick, shoving himself beside his counterpart.
You paused, slowly turning around as you felt yourself tremble as you saw the shadow fall over you. "I-I..I wasssā¦ justā¦ passing through!" You stammered, barely making it through your words. I mean, you don't know who else, beside the Tenno, used Warframes. Are they even Tenno? Or are they simply sentient warframes?
That would have been an interesting thought process!
If you cared about it right now!
The red one tilted his head and crossed his arms. His eyes seemingly narrowed as he stared at you, curiosity present in their gazes. You looked like a trembling rat caught with cheese in it's mouth.One of them kneeled down curiously, the green one looking closely at you. A human still made of flesh and not entirely Corpus or Warframe upgrades felt a little odd for them. A finger poked your cheek, causing your fear to disappear completely. To be replaced with absolute baffled confusion. It was as if the green-laced being was checking to see if you would shatter, or perhaps if you were merely a very detailed hologram?
The red one stepped into your personal space right after it's green counterpart. The two were clearly filled with curiosity towards your presence, sure they've seen their share of weaklings, but something about you felt off, in a good way. You held your breath, pressing your back hard against the dirt and stone behind you. An awkward silence between the three of you echoing, accompanied by the pings of your codex scanner.
The red one reached out, you closed your eyes shut, waiting for your end. But nothing came. Instead, you felt a slight tug on your shoulder. You cracked an eye open, seeing the red warframe grabbing your backpack. You flinched as he lifted it effortlessly, turning it over in his hands. He gave it a firm shake, the loose bolts, scavenged morphics, and your half-eaten lunch rattled inside. You winced internally, grabbing your backpack from the red warframe's hands. He paused, seemingly unimpressed by your stuff, the green..one? You know what, you didn't know their names!
Greenie, gave a hard look against Reddie. Reddie huffed, seemingly how a warframe looked to be rolling his eyes. He then pointed a finger at you, the dirt, then back at you.
Stay put. The gesture communicated clearly. It's not like you were gonna risk getting sliced at the moment. The green one, having recovered from being shoved, glided back to your side. Although they weren't fighting anymore, a silent standoff ensued between the two of them as they stared eachother down. . "Uh.." you whispered, your voice cracking. "I... I really need to get back to Cetus." Neither of them looked at you in response.
Greenie, looked around, pausing as he grabbed something from the rubble. An.. An Ayatan Star! You sat straight up, his eyes briefly glancing at you, then, throwing the trinket over to you, which you caught quickly. His helm bowed slightly. It was a gesture of peace, an offering.
You stared at the glowing star, this thing could feed you and pay a few housing fees for at least a few months! "T-thank you?" He seemed to resonate with a self-satisfied hum at your thanks. Reddie looked indignant, another huff leaving him as he stomped away to a distance and marched towards the pond you were previously fishing in. Unceremoniously he striked his spear into the water, despite this, you were surprised at the amount of fish that hung at the end of it. He seemed skilled in silence.
He slid the fishes off and threw them your way, letting out an oof sound as you felt your air get knocked out of your lungs. He paused for a second before speedwalking back to your direction. He then crossed his arms and stared down at the green one, his crimson visor pulsing with a triumphant glow.
I brought meat. Your Ayatan Star is inferior!
Probably what his body language said. You sat frozen, an Ayatan star in one hand and a giant, slippery fish thrashing wildly in your lap, covering your suit in slime. "This is..." You gently pushed the fish off your lap, letting it flop into the damp grass. "...very generous. Both of you." You slowly pushed yourself up to your feet. You grabbed your discarded backpack, hastily shoving the Ayatan star inside.
"I'm going to walk away now..!" you announced, taking a slow, measured step backward. You pointed toward the dense treeline that led back to the plains. "That way!.. Towards the market. Where normal people areā¦ not that you two aren't normal people! You are but like.. Ehhā¦" You sputtered, avoiding their gazes as you continued to sneak away.
Greenie immediately stepped to your right side.
Reddie immediately stepped to your left side.
You stopped. They stopped.
You took two steps forward. They matched your pace perfectly.
"You guys aren't going to just... go back into that portal?" you asked, pointing a trembling finger at the swirling tear in reality that was still spiraling in the center of the courtyard.
You probably needed to call a Tenno for that.
-------
A/N: Stalker's sons turned into glorified housecats bruh š Been farming for Quincy protoframe save me!! The Trade chat is HELLL
A few months after going on dates with your new companion, weird things start piling up.
Jazz x Plus-sized Female Human!Reader
Part 2 to this
WARNINGS: SMUT, pwp (barely), size difference, you get the holoform AND the bot, Body Insecurity.
WC: 4,211 words
It had been exactly two months since the blind date at the lounge. Two months of late-night drives and one of the best relationship you had ever experienced. Jas was a paradox? He was, undeniably the coolest guy in any room he walked into. Effortlessly charismatic, moving in a way that drew eyes wherever you two went. Yet, his attention was always laser-focused on you. The man would look at you like you were the only signal cutting through a world of white noise. He loved your curves, constantly finding excuses to rest his heavy hands on your hips or pull your softer frame flush against his dense one.
But.. There were odd times.
There was the fact that he never actually ate. Or at least you didn't he see him do so. Heād order a drink, never drink it, and somehow the glass would end up empty, but you never saw him swallow..? You played it off honestly. He had some odd quirks, but that didn't mean that he'd be- you know, alien.. Or some kind of creature. You sure hope not. And then there was the silver Porsche. You had never seen him put gas in it.. Despite the hours long drives you guys do sometimes. The radio always played exactly what you wanted to hear before you even thought of it. It was like he was telepathically connected to his car, which was stupid and insane!
Currently, you two were sort of ona tiny roadtrip. The porsche hugging the road of a cliffside road, it was quiet and calm, the faint sound of the ocean calmed you, almost lulling you to a sleep. Jas was driving with one hand on the wheel, his other hand resting comfortably on your thigh. His thumb traced lazy circles over it as you were leaning against the window. "Well aren't you quiet?" Jazz noted, a soft whistle escaping him. "Just thinking, about a few stuff." You answered honestly, leaning your head against the window. "You said you travel around.. A lot."
"Mhm..?"
"Are you gonna leave anytime soon?"
Your question hung through the air, a slight questioning tone in your voice. Everything felt.. Too good for you. You were waiting for him to decide that someone better, someone who took up less space, was a better fit for a guy who looked like he stepped out of a cyberpunk fashion magazine.
"I'm not going anywhere!" he said, turning his head to look at you, quite too fast. "In fact! I like my setup here, y'know?"You smiled, the warmth spreading through your chest.
"You really have a line for everything, Jas."
"Only 'cause itās the truth-" He wasn't able to finish his sentence as The Porscheās dashboard suddenly lit up with a blinding array of red warnings. Since when could a Porsche do that? "Hey Jas- What's going on?!" You yelped, feeling yourself grow panicked. "Scrap." he hissed. His voice sounded strange? It was metallic and buzzing, you don't had the time to notice when something was basically gunning you down. "Hold on!"
He whipped the steering wheel to the left. The Porsche spun, drifting sideways across the empty highway. The black SUV roared past, its tires smoking, before slamming on its brakes and turning to face you.
"Okay, change of plans!" Jas said.
You looked over at him and your brain completely stalled.
Jas wasā¦ flickering..?
The edges of his monochrome jacket, his silver visor, his perfect jawline, they were glitching like some.. corrupted video file.
"Get out!" the voice came not from the flickering man, but from the carās surround-sound speakers.
"What?" you gasped, frozen in shock and terror.
"Babe, I need you to trust me. Open the door and run to the guardrail. Do it now!"
Your survival instincts kicked in. You unbuckled your seatbelt, threw open the heavy door, and scrambled out onto the asphalt. You ran on shaking legs toward the guardrail at the edge of the cliff, diving behind it just as the black SUV drove forward towards him. You expected to see the beautiful silver Porsche crushed into a cube of scrap metal. And your best boyfriend ever, potentially gone forever. Where the car had been, a towering mechanical titan now crouched on the asphalt. What the hell?
āDid you really think you could take a joyride out of the city without us noticing, Autobot?ā The other robot..? Thing? Hissed. It raised an arm, the metal shifting to form a massive, glowing energy cannon. The silver robot, Jas, if he was Jas, groaned and tilted his head back.
"Man, you really don't know how to read the room, do you?" His voice sounded mechanical, I mean, of course it is, he's a robot! but the smooth, confident cadence was identical. "I was having a really nice day, was about to get to some nice place with my sweetspark, and you just had to ruin the vibe."
You.. Did not understand what the hell was happening but it did feel like you were about to faint on the cement. You stared, trembling like a leaf as the other robot was crackling and half broken in no time. Transforming quickly to escape as a car again and speeding off. Jazz let out a relieved whistle. "Well I'll be! Good thing this cliff didn't fall during the fight, right Babe?" He turned to you. You blinked, looking uo at him.
He crouched down, his joints hissing. Even crouching, he was the size of a two-story house. He rested his massive, silver hands on the asphalt on either side of you. "Hey." he called out softly, you looked up, eyes meeting his.. Robotic..ones. "I know.." Jas sighed, the sound a rush of warm exhaust. "Itās a lot, I'm sorry. I really didn't want you to find out like this."
He reached out, his massive index finger hovering inches from your shoulder. It was the size of your entire body. He stopped, realizing the sheer difference in scale, and pulled his hand back, resting it on his knee instead. The gesture was incredibly human. It was hesitant and vulnerable.
"You'reā¦ you're the car..!" you finally managed to choke out. "Technically, the car is me!" he corrected gently. "My name is Jazz. First Lieutenant of the Autobots, from the planet Cybertron."
"And Jas? The guy in the jacket?"
"A holographic projection. Hard-light," Jazz explained, tapping a small projector node on his shoulder armor. "Lets me walk around, blend in, interact. It feels real because it has mass, butā¦ this is the real me." He paused, his visor gleaming as he tilted his head. "I was curious about how humans formed.. Peculiar relationships. So I had your friend help me out." He explained honestly. "And let's just say it didn't disappoint." He said, an attempt to ease the mood.
You slowly stood up. Your legs felt like jelly, but you forced yourself to stand. He stayed perfectly still, terrified of startling you. You were so fragile compared to him, one wrong twitch of his servos could break you. "You don't eat.." you whispered, piecing the puzzle together. "Youāre heavy, your skin was so hot. Like fever hot, sometimes."
"And you liked that I wasā¦ plush." You crossed your arms over your stomach, the old insecurities flaring up in the face of this literal machine perfection. "Because I'm a good shock absorber for a robot?"
"No!" Jazz said sharply. He leaned closer, the heat of his chassis wrapping around you as you froze at the sheer size of him, despite it all, you didn't feel less attracted towards him. "I love your frame." Jazz said, his voice dropping into an intimate tone. "On my world, everything is armor. And it's not everyday I see something so.. Soft. I mean, for us all humans would be, but rarely are they.. You. You take up space in a world that tells you not to, and you do it beautifully." The profound honesty in his voice shattered the last of your panic. He was still Jas. The guy who loved music, who listened to your complaints about work, who made you feel beautiful. He was justā¦ bigger. A lot bigger.
The tears you hadn't realized you were holding back spilled over.
"Itās really you." you heaved out, wiping a tear from your cheek.
Jazz let out a shuddering vent of air, his optics dimming with overwhelming relief. "Yeah, babe. Itās me. Same beat, different speakers!.."
"Are they going to come back? The purple one?"
"Probably." Jazz admitted, his jaw setting. "The Decepticons don't like it when I have nice things." He grumbled.
"The car is a little banged up right now," Jazz said, a hint of his signature swagger returning to his voice. "And my boss is probably going to blow out my comms channel for blowing my cover. But if youāre still up for a rideā¦ I can get us out of here, you know, continue our little roadtrip?"
He transformed, and you didn't hesitate in getting in. You let out a long, shaky breath, resting your head against the cool glass of the window.
"You doing okay over there, babe?" He sounded a little worried but you nodded.
"I'm riding inside my boyfriend," you mumbled, a hysterical little laugh bubbling up in your chest. "Who is an alien, who just fought a giant purple robot. I think I'm doing surprisingly well, all things considered..!"
His chuckle echoed from the speakers. "That's my girl, unfazed! Just let the robot do it's thing, sink into the leather, and let me handle the road. We've still got a few hours until we hit the coast." To ease the lingering adrenaline spiking your heart rate, the radio came to life.
The road trip culminated on a stretch of coastline so secluded it didn't even appear on standard GPS maps, a hidden cove flanked by towering cliffs, accessible only by a winding, treacherous dirt road that the Porsche navigated with ease. By the time you arrived, the sun was beginning its descent, The Porsche rolled to a smooth stop right where the coarse beach grass met the fine, white sand. The passenger door swung open.
You stepped out, stretching your legs, the salty sea breeze instantly whipping through your hair. You turned around just in time to watch the sleek sports car unfold into a towering mechanical titan. He didn't speak immediately. He just looked at you, taking in the way the sun shone against you as it descended to twilight. Then, he crouched down, bringing his massive faceplate closer to your level. "View's almost as gorgeous as the company." Jazz rumbled.
"It's beautiful." you agreed, stepping a little closer to him. You reached out, hesitantly placing your hand against the massive, silver plating of his knee. "You're sure it's safe out here? The... Decepticons won't track us?"
"I've got the perimeter completely jammed. We're a ghost on the grid, sweetspark." Jazz assured you. He slowly, carefully reached out with one massive hand, bringing his index finger to rest gently against your side. "Tonight is just about us."
He tapped a node on his shoulder.
The air a few feet away from you shimmered, the familiar avatar shining to life beside you. "I promised you a proper beach date." Jazz said, his voice the one you were so used to. He reached out, wrapping his warm, solid arms around your waist, pulling your frame flush against his chest. "And I don't break my promises."
"You're a very dedicated boyfriend," you murmured, melting into the embrace.
"I aim to please.." Jazz grinned, leaning down to press a soft, lingering kiss against the side of your neck. As his lips touched your skin, the air around you suddenly filled with music. "Dance with me." He whispered against your skin, his hands moving from your waist to grip your hips firmly.
You laughed softly, your hands coming up to rest on his broad shoulders. "On the sand? In these shoes?"
"Take 'em off then!"
You kicked off your shoes, sinking your bare feet into the cool sand. After that, he didn't hesitate in pulling himself closer. His hands mapped the curve of your hips, his thumbs pressing into the softness of your lower stomach with a reverence that made your head spin as you felt your cheeks flush a little.
"You feel incredible already." he murmured, nuzzling softly against you. He slid his hands up the sides of your body, feeling the beautiful width of your waist, the heavy curve of your breasts beneath your shirt. He squeezed gently, an appreciative touch that sent a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core.
"Jazz!.." you gasped.
"Let me.." he purred, as he pulled you down onto the sand. As you fell down, he followed swiftly. His dense body pressing you into the ground. He slotted his thigh between your legs, the hard-light projection perfectly simulating the weight of a highly muscled human man. The friction of his thigh pressing intimately against your center made your breath catch in your throat. "You're so gorgeous." Jazz whispered right by your ear. He bracketed your head with his arms, looking down at you. The sunset was entirely gone now. Leaving you two alone beneath the stars.
"You're not so bad yourself," you managed to whisper back, your hands reaching up to tangle in his dark hair. He didn't waste another second. He crashed his lips down onto yours, His tongue sweeping into your mouth, earning a tiny gasp from you.You arched your back, pressing your chest up against the unyielding wall of his. He groaned into your mouth, his hands moving frantically over your body. He grabbed the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head in one swift, fluid motion, tossing it aside onto the sand.
The cool night air hit your bare skin, but it was instantly counteracted by the warmth of his palms.
Jazz looked down at you, his eyes tracking over the soft, heavy curves of your body beneath the visor of his. "Perfect.." he breathed, his thumbs tracing the underwire of your bra. "Absolutely perfect."
He leaned down, replacing his hands with his mouth. He pressed open-mouthed kisses along the swell of your breasts, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin right above the lace of your bra. You let out a high-pitched gasp, your hands gripping his broad shoulders tightly.
"You like that, sweetspark?" The voice came from the avatar, but you swear you could hear an engine revv from the currently unused robot behind you. You crawled at a distance, touching the robot's inner thigh, earning a groan from Jazz.
"Primus-" The avatar cursed, "You have no idea what you do to my processors when you touch my actual frame while I'm touching you." He unhooked your bra with a flick of his fingers, casting it aside. He took the heavy, soft weight of your bare breasts into his hot hands, kneading the flesh with a desperate hunger. His thumbs dragged across your nipples, pulling a ragged moan from your throat as you squirmed.
He leaned down, laving the sensitive peaks with his slick tongue, sucking hard enough that had you questioning how an alien knew how to please a human so well. The friction of his body grinding against yours was driving you insane. He was so incredibly dense, his weight pressing you perfectly into the sand, making you feel entirely anchored. His knee shifted, pressing harder between your thighs, you let out a whine as you bucked your hips up involuntarily, chasing the pressure.
"Impatient." Jazz chuckled against your skin. "I like that."
He dragged your bottoms down, taking your underwear with them, leaving you completely exposed to the cool ocean air. He slipped his hand between your thighs, his fingers finding the soaked, aching heat of your center. You cried out, your head tossing back against the sand. He slid two thick fingers inside of you, striking your most sensitive cluster of nerves making you arch your back. "That's it, babe." You heard him purr, maybe it was the robot, you didn't care now, not when this felt so good.
"Let me hear you. Let me feel how good you sound on my systems." His thumb found your clit, pressing down hard and grinding in a tight, rapid circle. The friction was unbearable. He was relentless, his fingers working inside you with a mechanical stamina that was entirely inhuman, yet imbued with a deeply human passion.
"J-Jazz, please-.." you sobbed out, your walls clenching tightly around his fingers.
"I've got you." the avatar whispered, leaning down to capture your lips in a kiss, swallowing your screams. He increased the pace and one kiss that trailed down to your chest was your undoing as you came. You clamped your thick thighs tightly around his hand, your nails digging crescent moons into the shoulders of the avatar as you shattered completely. The avatar above you shuddered, his head dropping to bury his face in the crook of your neck, his simulated breathing coming in ragged gasps as he absorbed the sheer intensity of your climax through his sensory net.
Jazz slowly withdrew his hand, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your heavily pulsing pulse point on your neck. The two of you stayed in the quiet, before you spoke. "I want you." You heaved out.
"But sweetspark, you already hav-"
"The real you." you repeated, your voice dropping into a husky whisper. You pushed yourself up on one elbow, letting the cool ocean air wash over your bare breasts, no longer hiding the soft, heavy curves of your body. "The hard-light is amazing, Jazz.. But itās just a projection. I want to be held by you. All of you."
"Babe-" Jazz whispered, his voice trembling slightly. "My true frame... itās entirely metal. I weigh tons! My internal temperature could burn you. I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't!" you assured him, sitting up fully. You reached out and placed your hands flat against the avatar's chest. "You are the most precise, careful being I have ever met. I trust you."
He smiled, a vulnerable one, as he leaned forward and pressed a kiss against your forehead. "Okay Sweetspark, your call." the hard-light avatar dissolved in front of you.
Jazz shifted his frame as he crawled forward, lifting you and placing you on his chassis. "Look at you.." Jazz rumbled as he stared you down from head to toe. "Absolutely flawless." He slowly lifted one of his massive hands. With agonizing care, he extended a single digit and brought the giant finger down, resting the broad, flat pad of it against the soft, yielding curve of your plush stomach.
You gasped as the hot metal made contact with your bare skin. "So soft." Jazz groaned, his optics dimming to a deep, twilight blue as he dragged the massive digit upward, tracing the deep curve of your waist, moving over the flare of your ribs, and finally resting against the underside of your heavy breasts.
You arched your back, pressing your plush curves upward into the hot metal of his finger. A frustrated, needy whine escaped your throat. "Jazz..."
"You want more?" Jazz asked. "You want to know exactly how a Cybertronian handles a masterpiece?"
"Yes." you breathed, your hands reaching up to press flat against the silver plating of his chest.
"Then let me show you." From the protected, heavily armored recess of his pelvic array, his interface equipment deployed.
You watched, your breath catching in your throat, as his phallus? Whatever it was called in cybertronian, extended. As his optical sensors scanned your smaller, human physiology, the nanomesh of his spike responded. The synthetic structure subtly downscaled, the segments compressing and adjusting until the girth and length were perfectly, safely proportioned to accommodate a human body.
It was still massive, dauntingly thick and impossibly long compared to a human man, but his adaptive biology ensured it was safe for you to take. "Primus, you're beautiful." Jazz rasped, his optics fixed entirely on the sight of your body.
"I know, you keep sayi-"
"Now don't get mad on me babe, you can't blame a broken radio repeating the good stuff." He hummed as he lifted you up easily. You were suspended in his grasp, your thighs falling open on either side of his massive wrist.
You reached down, your hands grasping the edge of his massive, glowing spike. "Please..!" you sobbed softly, the anticipation driving you mad. "Now- Jazz. Pleaseā¦-" He slowly, painstakingly guided his hips forward, aligning the glowing, slick tip of his spike with your wet folds. The first touch of the metal against your most sensitive flesh was electrifying.
You cried out, fingers digging into his digits. "Slow and steady. Let your frame adjust."
He pushed forward, just an inch.
The adaptive protoform slid inside of you, stretching you wide. It was incredibly thick, filling you more completely than anything you had ever experienced. You let out a loud, unabashed scream of pure bliss as you quivered.
"That's it..-" Jazz groaned, his massive engine revving louder as he felt the tight hot grip of your walls around his spike. "Primus, you are so tight- So incredibly soft. Your internal temperature is perfect.. Just perfect.. So perfect.." He started to talk nonstop. You couldn't understand properly.
"So perfect.. So perfect.." He repeated as he stopped himself from doing anything rash. He waited for you to adjust, his giant thumb rubbing soothing, hot circles into the plush flesh of your hip. When he felt your muscles relax and yield to his size, he pushed forward again. Inch by inch, the glowing Cybertronian spike filled you. You whimpered, your internal walls stretching perfectly to accommodate the metal.
When he finally bottomed out, his massive, heavily armored pelvis pressing gently against your inner thighs, you were completely full.
"Jazz-.." you gasped, your eyes rolling back.
"I'm right here Babe." He groaned out, a distorted moan escaping him. His first thrust was impossibly slow. He pulled you back up almost entirely, the slick, glowing spike dragging heavily against your sensitive walls, before driving upward again. You met his thrust eagerly, your body slapping wetly against the spike.
"Yeah, babe, give it back-.." Jazz praised, the tempo of his internal cooling fans whining louder. He established a rhythm, every time he thrust up, the glowing biolights on his spike flared brighter, sending a surge of localized vibrational energy straight into your clit and G-spot. "You take me so well-.." Jazz moaned, his control finally beginning to slip. He increased his pace, his massive hips driving upward with a harder, faster rhythm. "Your mass... your curves...- you cushion the metal perfectly. I have never felt anything like this-.." He groaned out.
He drove his spike to you relentlessly. The sheer friction of the metal sliding in and out of your slick, swollen center created a wet, slapping sound that mixed perfectly with the crashing of the ocean waves. "Oh g-god! J-Jazz! Don't stop! P-Please don't stop..!" you sobbed, your head thrashing side to side in the air, your thighs trembling violently.
He wanted to bury himself in you, he wanted to merge his sparks with the beautiful gravity of your form.You hit the breaking point, the intense pressure building in your core finally shattered.
You screamed his name, your entire body going rigid. The climax hit you with the force of a supernova. Your internal muscles clamped down ruthlessly on the glowing, vibrating metal spike inside of you, milking the metal with desperate waves of pure ecstasy.
Jazz threw his massive head back, the glowing biolights on his spike flashed blindingly bright. With one final, impossibly deep thrust, a massive, surging wave of hot, synthetic trans-fluid flooded your pussy. He pumped into you relentlessly, filling you to the absolute brim with his transfluid, his massive frame shuddering with the force of his climax.
For a long time, neither of you moved.
You laid on his chest, panting. You were gasping for air, your lungs burned, your mind entirely wiped blank by the sheer, unearthly intensity of what just happened. With agonizing care, Jazz slowly pulled his hips back. The slick, spike slid out of your body with a wet sound, leaving you feeling entirely hollow and aching in the best possible way. His plating shifted and clicked, seamlessly retracting the interface array back into his heavily armored chassis.
"Are you intact, sweetspark?" he rumbled, his voice gentle.
"I think so.." you panted, a weak, lazy smile spreading across your lips. You reached up, resting your small hand against his cheek. "That was... I don't even have words for that."
He gently scooped you up. You lay securely in the palm of his hand, clinging to the warm curve of his silver thumb. Jazz brought you up to his chest plate, holding you securely against the glowing red Autobot insignia. The heat radiating from his chassis soaked through the blanket, keeping you perfectly warm.
"You don't need words, I guess not all the time" the giant robot hummed, turning his massive head to look out at the dark ocean. "Your signal came through loud and clear."
------------
A/N: Um! So that was that LMAOOO, that was my first time writing detailed, long smut.. I'll be dropping updates, don't worry guys!!
Alrighty, I'm still working on colors but since I'm probably gonna take a decade to get to it, I thought I might as well show you now, but here is my lil aide design, I'm not great at drawing robots yet but I gave it my best try! Tried to keep them relatively gender neutral, and when I finally get the colors down I hope you'll be alright with me bugging you again. Anyhoo, I hope you're doing alright over there!
THANK YOU FOR THE FANART, HOLLYYY
And yes, keep bothering me guys with your asks, it feeds me well enough to continue writing, I don't mind at all!! Although downside is, asks may rot in my inbox due to a busy schedule!!
With the Aid I honestly feel that someone besides Alpha Trion will notice. Most likely not guess an all powerful sadistic system but maybe their superiors or someone else is pulling the strings on the Aidās neural networks. (And lack of self-preserving protocols as you canāt go without recharge-) As they can act normal one day and robotic the next colder but their eyes, their eyes are a window to the spark and they are screaming- (Honestly the angstier approach being they think someone messed with theirs meta processor and vocal processor. That someone they donāt know is putting essentially slave coding into their kind Aid. As information can be found via Trapster knowing they were close with y/n spilling the beans of the end of chapter 10)
Yes yes! I feel like I want to dwell a little on this part in the next chapter, Aide is losing anatomy, literally. There will definitely be some.. Reactions to a few of the other characters in the next chapter but I'm not gonna spoil on that..heh...!
Also, System Lore will be shown, try to see it when it comes.. IT'S GONNA BE INCREDIBLY JUICY GUYS a lot is gonna happen the next few chapters.
