can we get some soft helex please, i’m starved for helex content !!
Sure!
Soft AU- After Pt 2
Helex x reader
• Servos flexing on your upper arms as you hang there halfway through the order window, he’s tempted to drag you the rest of the way into the kitchen with him. Especially when you puff out your cheeks at him, flushed and embarrassed. “Babe,” you groan, a soft hand braced on his chassis to keep from sliding headfirst into the kitchen. ‘You best not be looking at that aft,’ you snarls belatedly remembering that there’s a customer out there. ‘That’s mine,’ he adds louder as you glare at him. “You’re awful,” you hiss, distracting him as you push at his plating and try to wiggle backwards through the window. Lips twitching as you struggle, he grunts. Imagining you stuck facing the other way as he chuckles. Because that could be fun. Especially if you’re in nothing but that stupid apron emblazoned with the shop’s logo.
• Sliding out and then almost turning your ankle, you stumble and awkwardly fix your shirt and apron. Before turning around with a bright smile that wavers when you see the customer lowering their phone. Did they just record your ass in the air while you’d struggled? Probably. Helex is going to murder them if he finds out. Literally. Bodies in the backyard murder. Inhaling slowly and pretending to not notice, you know Cybertronians are popular targets for influencers trying to make a name for themselves. And interspecies couples? You might as well have a damn target painted on the side of the pizza shop. Ignoring as they mess with their phone, thumbs flying as they try to get a peek at your massive alien spouse in the back working on their order, you pretend to clean up the counter. “You two. You’re a thing, right?” They ask, trying to sound casual and failing.
• Rumbling as he removes and boxes the last pizza, he slides it onto the window counter and rings the bell on his side. And he doesn’t try to grab you when you reappear to grab the pizza, your expression putting him on edge. “We’re married, yes,” you’re saying, voice tight. Leaning slightly so he can see who you’re talking to, his upper lip lifts when the human immediately lifts their phone. Recording him? Recording you? And he hears them ask you what the sex is like. ‘Run,’ he growls, moving to the door as you swear. “Here. You need to leave,” he hears you blurt as he grabs the knob and you grab the other side. Optics narrowing, he growls a warning. “Thank you for your business, please leave,” you add as he pulls on the knob and you resist even though you know you can’t hold the door closed if he wants it open. That stupid, little squishy was recording you, asking about you and him, and he’s going to have that fragging phone. Maybe force-feed it to the fleshbag. “Helex, no maiming!” You demand.
• Sneakers squeaking as he slowly pulls the door open and drags you with it as you strain to hold it closed, you glare over your shoulder at the customer. Who apparently has zero survival instincts whatsoever. “I’m taking that fragging phone and I’m going to shove it into one of your orifices without lube,” he threatens, inexorably pulling the door open and catching you with his secondary hands before you can smack your face into the door or fall on your butt. That threat has the desired result even if they’re still recording. Or maybe it’s the size of your alien husband, because even mass displaced, he’s massive. And he’s snarling as they grab their pizza and run. ‘Leave a good review on Yelp and you get 10% off the next order,’ you call out weakly before hiding your face in your hands. ‘That’s going straight on the internet. You know that, right?’ You grumble, head falling back against him as he locks the door and flips the open sign over to closed. “Just means more customers,” he growls as you snort. Because no, that only means more stupid influencers showing up to try and provoke him on video for views.
• “Helex,” you groan and his lips twitch at how dramatic you’re being even as his optics flick to the security camera in the corner. Wondering if he got a good enough image of the human to hunt him down. Palming your ass in one of his hands, he smirks when you push at him, trying to squirm your way out of his arms and only managing to wiggle against him. Plating heating, his denta graze your earlobe in a soft nip. ‘I’ll deal with it. Frag you until you can’t walk first and then I’ll hunt that little fleshy down. Shove that phone up their ass,’ he purrs as you stare at him before you smack his chassis. “You’re not shoving anything in anyone,” you snap and he smiles lazily. ‘That so?’ He asks, voice roughening in amusement. “If they post it, I can do damage control. But not if you murder the idiot.” You’re too fragging cute when you’re indignant. Chuckling, he starts closing the blinds and carries you into the kitchen in no real hurry. Yeah, that window is just about the right height to have some fun and he always keeps his promises. You first, then he’ll deal with that squishy bastard with the phone.
Regular colored versions of the pride edits. Done to figure out what colors I want to use for them in the future (and also to mess around with a new lineart method I've been trying)
We had Tarn for the soft au could we maybe have helex the giant toaster oven?
Toaster oven it is
Soft AU- After
Helex x Reader
• “Babe, can I get a Unicron’s Puckered Afthole, please?” You call out with a smile as you ring up the customer and hand over a receipt. Pushing back from the counter, you lean against the window to the back kitchen, watching your mass displaced husband’s four sets of hands working to ladle garlic butter sauce, then your speciality pizza sauce on the dough while chopping peppers, onion, and garlic.
• Feeling your eyes on him, his head lifts. Smirking as he adds bacon and sausage to the pizza, he picks up the pizza and its baking stone, opening his chassis to slide it inside and firing up his heating elements. “If anyone’s staring at that aft of yours, I’m going to cook them alive. Chop them up and serve them as a speciality topping,” he growls loudly and you wrinkle your nose at him, leaning in the order window and he knows your butt is in the air. And that’s his.
• “We need repeat customers. If you threaten to maim them all, we’re not going to make it,” you remind him and he just keeps smirking. ‘That wasn’t a threat. That was a promise,’ he growls, optics narrowing and his stare shifts past you. And he rumbles a warning to make you wrinkle your nose, pushing off the ledge and turning to smile at the next customer. “Hi, there!”
• Clearing his vents as he listens to your friendly chatter, he pops his chassis to slide the cooked pizza out and into a box. Before prepping the next one when you call it out. Doesn’t really understand your strange human food or weirdly specific ingredients, but you’re happy. And since the human officials had vetoed his application to work as an executioner, he’d had to find something else. And you like feeding other humans for some reason. Doesn’t really understand that either, but likes when you’re happy.
• Taking the pizza when he slides it through the window for you, you call out the number and pass it over to the customer. “You’re going to want some milk with that. Or ice cream,” you say as you rock back and you’re drifting back to the window to check on Helex. Hopping up on tiptoe to lean into the back, you startle because he’s right there waiting on you. Grabbing and dragging you halfway into the back with him as his mouth crashes against yours. ‘We’re closing after this order,’ he growls against your lips and you heat. “Sure. Hey, sir, your order is to go, right?” You call out as Helex chuckles.
