Would you be down to do a continuation of the Impactor X Reader piece you did a while back? Maybe in some timeskip where Impactor sees the con again but they had defected, and man he wants to get his rocks off 🥴And so does reader but they play a little bit of "will they won't they" or dance around to avoid Impactor out of embarrassment and humiliation :^D
Thank you! And hope you've been doing well ✨️
[IDW] ♡ "WRECK 'N RULE" Impactor 02 NSFW
I AM DOING GREAT!!! that one was hardcore fic! blushed at my own writing... very self indulgent fic you all seem to LOVE. also 'rocks off'... that's a new phrase for me XD the english language is funny... not sure if i got that 'will they, won't they' part right though. this one is a bit more story oriented. smut is still there tho ofc
scenario: you meet him... again and complicated emotions arise.
setting: last stand, aftermath of overlord. canon divergent, impactor doesn't immediately leave after G-9
prev: part 1
WARNINGS: this is impactor, non-con touching, semi-public(?), oral, mech handling, canon-typical violence
MDNI 18+ ‼️NSFW under the cut‼️
You shuffle your pedes as you walk around the ship, it felt.. odd to be here. On an Autobot ship. A Wrecker ship, no less. You can feel optics on you, some of them aren't happy to have you here and to be honest? You don't want to be here either but unfortunately, you... really don't have anywhere else to go. Working on their repairs for a free ride was a sweet deal anyway.
After your first encounter with the Wreckers, they had you imprisoned. Yes, Impactor said he'd let you go and he actually did let you but your luck... Primus, your luck... You got reassigned to another crew after a Decepticon ship finally got the distress signal from your old one. You served on that ship for a while, much better crewmates but it seems you just have a penchant for running into the opposing faction's authority figures because Ultra Magnus was up there in your 'Bots to Avoid' list, sending you straight to the nearest prison in the star system...
Which just so happened to be Garrus-9. Regardless, G-9 is still better than say, Grindcore... Its where you would've been if your Decepticons ever found out how you... interacted with a Wrecker. A memory that's etched into your processor at this point. They'd have probably sentenced you to be a K-Class if they'd known. Or maybe hunted by the DJD. But thankfully, Garrus-9 is well fortified. Its the largest Autobot prison and it houses bots with a threat level of 9, probably the safest place to be if you wanted to be away from any form of Decepticon 'disciplining'. Or the DJD.
But then came Overlord.
It all went downhill so quick.
You weren't strong enough to be taken for Overlord's 'entertainment ring' and neither were you weak enough to be turned into someone's fuel. Thankfully, you went unnoticed, invisible. You've never felt so glad for being irrelevant in your entire life. But... They were running out of bots to feed on and soon, they'd come for you. It was inevitable— The depravity of this prison planet was inescapable and grotesque, all sentiments seems to have died in here. There is no hope in this hellscape...
But you've heard that there was an inmate in here, mostly as whispers amongst inmates and even the guards, an Autobot. "The Autobot who went too far", they'd say. Not really sure who it is given the prison doesn't exactly let you catch up with what's going on outside but whoever that was, might be your only hope here. You may have been a Decepticon but this...? Whatever Overlord was doing? It wasn't what you signed up for at all. In fact, you might as well throw away that badge at this point because nothing you seemed to believe in remains within this now blood lusted and savage movement.
So you went a few floors deep, its where all the dangerous ones are kept. All the way down at the lower levels; real threats like Grimlock and even Arcee at some point, its no place for mechanics and engineers like yourself, that was made abundantly clear with how it took forever to navigate this place. Its a whole planet with just prisoners after all. Locating this mech's cell itself must've taken you forever, you remember the joy you felt when you finally found this bot... But as you approached the cell of this mysterious Autobot, your spark sank.
Not him.
There he was, Impactor. In the metal. Caged behind a dark cell. Even from this distance, he was as intimidating as ever. The darkness making him all the more terrifying, maybe even scarier than when you ran right into him during that botched escape attempt-
But, of course it was Impactor. Which other Autobot would possibly fit the criteria? Ruthless, merciless and domineering— Qualities you would prefer in a wildly different context but you regret coming here almost instantly as images of your previous encounter with him flashes in your processor, immediately trying to shake those thoughts away. He's sitting, you could see the golden-yellow gleam of his optics through the cell. He seemed to have noticed you with how he rises, alert but trying to get a closer look at you. The lights were out in this sector of the prison, not surprising considering the structural damage and lack of maintenance after Overlord took control.
You struggle to think of what to say, a part of you want to just leave and forget it but-
"I know you." He mumbles out, and a part of you sincerely wished he hadn't recognized you at all. You frown as he approaches near the edge of his cell, you take a deep vent and take a step further as he watches you like a hawk, mustering up the courage to spit out what's on your processor— A bit hard given the imagery popping up when you look into his optics, looking at anywhere else.
"I'm going to get you out of here. Not because I want to free you but because I want Overlord gone," You start talking, trying not to stutter over any of your words. You'd practiced this so many times- You know that the Autobots in these cells are probably as psychotic as most of the Decepticons out of their cells but right now, you don't have much of a choice. Best thing you can do is somehow make yourself look friendly.
Impactor raises an optical ridge, slightly amused as you continue speaking. Listening with keen interest. He can see how you're trying so hard not to look into his optics, focusing on his nasal ridge instead.
"The Decepticon Movement I decided to volunteer for is dead." You admit, it.. it wasn't easy but long years in prison (out of which five were under the rule of Overlord) changes a bot. The words surprise him in a way, he can tell you're being sincere but he's never had a Decepticon admit that without a blaster pointed at their helm.
"I am not affiliated with them." You tried to put emphasis onto your words. Remaining as stern as ever and not allowing this bot to intimidate you.
"Which means that I'm not here to fight you, here to help, so..." You know your next words will sound pathetic but you move to the keypad that's holding him in, your skills as an engineer came in handy for once.
"Don't kill me." You mumble out, there's fear in your tone and an alarm blares as you override the security protocols, the energy barrier dissipating and bars lowering. He just huffs, taking a step outside and stretching, the mechanisms of his heavy-weight frame creaking. His hydraulics hiss as his servos stretch up. Those alarms had alerted the spineless cowards who bent over for Overlord's whims and they'll definitely storm in here. You can tell he's getting prepared to wreck.
"I can't promise you anything, sweetspark." He says gruffly as he gets his balled up fists to a fighting stance, you ignore the name he called you. Purging those butterflies as soon as they they came. You'd brought a blaster gun but he didn't seem to interested in. He was really going to use his bare servos...
And the rest was history.
That's how you now you're on the ship, under Springer's supervision. Considering you'd assisted the Wreckers and even thrown away your purple badge, you had become one of them... in a way. If it weren't for you, they wouldn't have managed to alter the security overrides. You certainly don't want to join the Autobots and you made that very clear to Springer whenever he tried to bring up the offer, you'd help repair whatever damages the events of G-9 had brought upon their ship if they'd drop you off to some remote backwater planet in the furthest corner of the galaxy. After toiling away most of your life for the miserable Decepticon cause, you really needed a break.
"Report?" Springer approaches you, trying to be somewhat friendly, you look back at him without a smile or anything.
"Most of the repair work is done. Thrusters should be able to operate in maximum velocity again." You reply, your face blank as you try to ignore Impactor's heavy stare on you. Ever since you got on board really. There is a frown on your face and Springer can sense your discomfort even if you tried to hide it.
"He's just... Been through a lot." He mutters out as he eyes Impactor, who just sneers and walks away. Impactor remains to be a touchy topic for the green mech, he'd understand why anyone would be weary around him... or them, in general. "They all have." The green bot speaks for the rest of the Wreckers, some of them definitely wanting you gone for good for your previous association with the Decepticons and a part of you doesn't really blame them. But at the same time... Why did they have to be so intimidating?
"I know, its why you don't see me whine about it." You mumble out with a sigh as you walk away, Springer frowns a bit. You can tell he wanted you to join— Not necessarily the Wreckers but the Autobots. He seems to see some sort of goodness within you or something, least of your concerns. But to be honest, you're done with associating yourself with any cause and slaving away for it. Even if Springer is surprisingly nice...
The war is over.
You're going to live by your own terms now. Frag anyone's cause. its none of your business. You don't really give a damn if the Wreckers need a mechanic. Springer doesn't know a thing about how his team basically killed your co-workers before, only Impactor saw you that day. It makes sense why he doesn't recognize you at all, which is good. Hard to pretend like you didn't see him slash right through your Commanding Officer though. That fool of a CO should've just surrendered like Impactor asked...
Springer watches you walk away with a sigh, he can't really blame you for shooting down the offer considering they weren't exactly the friendliest bunch but they really, really need a mechanic around. He knows its not really sustainable to keep moving from ship to ship even if his team typically do not stay on the same ship for too long. This one handles like a charm though... You're competent, quick, above all, resourceful. But most importantly, you're not very keen on keeping old grudges. Very co-operative if anything, which was good. Most ex-Cons do not mix well with the Wreckers, they keep their old resentments— Something Springer has learnt from experience. But you seemed to be taking it better.
Though, something does surprise him about you— The fact that you freed Impactor, stuck next to the guy as he drilled himself through Overlord's hordes, almost have an encounter with Overlord yourself and still came out alive. He was sure Impactor would've done something to you, maybe not directly but maybe use you as a shield or a launchpad, especially considering your affiliation. You were a staunch Decepticon, firm on the ideals the movement used to embodies. It took Overlord himself for you to see what you believed in truly was because you stayed in prison true to your old badge.
"You know, I could convince 'em." Impactor suddenly approached Springer, who was deep in thought, snapping him out of it. Springer was... still not on good good terms yet. The young commander looks at Impactor's scarred face with heavy doubt. Impactor's method of convincing was something he's seen before and is certain would only drive you further away.
"I want to believe it, I do but I highly doubt your methods." Springer replies, studying Impactor carefully. Hard to read through that poker face though. Why would he want to convince you? Impactor isn't exactly the type to really talk it out; negotiation was not his strong point. Impactor lets out a sharp ex-vent, like he's almost offended at that.
"Trust me, I know how to make a mech reconsider without a blaster."
"Just stay away from 'em." Springer sighs, he's got a meet with Prowl and the team after a while, he won't be around to supervise Impactor which.. is a slight worry of his but what could possibly happen within that time? Its not like Impactor would actually try talking it out with you?... Right?
As you continue to walk down the hallway, you see Impactor walking towards you. You panic a little, the two of you didn't really get a lot of time to talk during the whole jailbreak and taking Overlord down. More focused on blasting through the Phase Sixer's cronies and trying to run for your life while Impactor pulled of stunts you wouldn't dare to perform even if even Primus himself was there to take the wheel. He was... something. That much you'll say.
And there is always a chance he's just heading for the same direction as you? Right?
While you're sure that moment, that day probably meant nothing to him, it... left an impression on you, unfortunately. Along with a lot of new discoveries about yourself. It was humiliating, embarrassing and, probably the lowest thing you've ever done to save yourself; it was also the most vulnerable you've ever been before any bot. You've never been so exposed— Your fake confidence broken down, pride thrown away— That exterior you flaunt off eroded entirely in that moment. Having someone tell you what to do and how to do it, it felt... you can't put it to words. But treated like that, wrecked and then spoiled, you can never compare it to any of your other experiences.
You try to walk faster, to get to the end of this corridor, you'll see Springer or someone there but unfortunately for you, Impactor's longer stride made it easy to catch up to you if he sped up.
He huffs as he stands right next to you. There's a small gap between your frames as you two walk together side-by-side. You sincerely hope he cannot see your nervousness as you try not to look at him, pretend to be unaffected and keep yourself composed. Looking right ahead.
"We need to talk." He leans down, you freeze for a moment. Stopping in your tracks as you decide to try and make a stand for yourself.
"No, we don't." You reply quickly, too quickly, looking right into his optics. Trying to stand firm. His face is as hardened as ever, you can't tell what he's thinking at all and it.. worries you. Its not easy to meet his gaze, or keep it.
"How cute." He snickers, tilting his helm to the side. Mocking you? Teasing you? You're not so sure. He can see the confusion and it only seems to make him more into... whatever he's trying to.
"You've got spine now." He leans in, making you step back right against the wall. Those words sting but you try not to let it get to you. He looks victorious, almost. He enjoys watching the realization that you're compromised with your back against the wall and Impactor in front of you. His servos immediately caging you in as they slam against the wall near your shoulder plating, you can't escape from the side either. His bigger frame does you no favours. You frown deeply as you look into his optics, trying to strike down those images from your intense experience with him, those images only serve to make you feel somewhat vulnerable and he can see that.
"What do you want from me?" You reply, the war is over. He's got no reason at all to be bothering you like this. Impactor just snickers.
"More like what we want." He mumbles out, the tone of voice is enough to make you somewhat flustered. Your frame starting to get warmer, you shake away any thoughts you have.
His optics are sharp, boring into yours almost and you can't look away even if you tried. You just hope no one comes through this hallway right now. You know what he's talking about, he can tell.
"I did it cause I didn't want to be captured." You defend yourself, memories of that night on the ship with him crashing into your processor. You look uneasy, reluctant. A part of you really, really wants to give in. There were days where you were so needy and you just hoped he'd show up again, lonely nights in prison... You can't even self-service in there with how many cameras and bots there are. You are pent up. Not like you'd... ever say that to his face. That admission goes down with you to your grave.
"Really?" Impactor murmurs, his tone making you question your resolve as he leans in closer to your audials.
"If all that sweet, sweet noises weren't real then you're one hell of an actor, doll." He growls out. He'd gotten a bit attached to you that night. Impactor remembers how he kept debating with himself right after he had you into a hot, panting mess beneath him— Keep you for himself or keep up his promise as you heaved with your helm on his lap, his servo caressing the top of your helm as you looked up to him with that... that tired, needy look. That sense of Autobot pride was still in him and thank Primus for that because he kept his end. But there were days he needed to hear all of that all over again, have you beneath him like that once more and he couldn't help but regret letting you go. And once he got to Garrus-9? Prison gave him all the similar struggles you had.
You can't help but feel a bit flustered at what he insinuates but he is right. That moment was very real, there is no denying that but the way he's acting like it.. it actually means something to him is-
"It was a one time thing." You mumble out, voice going quiet as you refuse to back down. Impactor doesn't really feel frustrated like he would've felt because he can see that mask slipping off your pretty face, its a process he wants to savour rather than rush.
"A 'thing' we enjoyed." He murmurs out, there's a snarky look to him as he kisses your audial fin and it had your frame beginning to charge up from that alone. He's caged you in and you can feel the hot vents of his frame hit you, his pedes right between your stabilizing servos slowing getting closer inch-by-inch to wedge them away from what he yearns for.
Your processor is going a mile a minute, your systems heating up just a notching and here, he can see the bot he had beneath him once more. You can barely look at him in the optics anymore, so utterly flustered. How you chose to be a Decepticon is beyond him but at least you don't have that purple stain on your chassis anymore.
"I know you think about it.." He can see the way you look at him when you think he isn't looking,
"So? I doubt you do." You blurt out without thinking. That... was an honest response. Too honest and you almost regret saying that but before you can say another word-
"And who the frag told you that?"
You should've seen the look on your face. Priceless. Your optics all wide, his face is basically inches away and he can feel the heat from your systems. You shouldn't be surprised, he's been staring at you since the mission ended; all sorts of explicit thoughts running through his mind.
You haven't really seem him smile a lot but right now, he has a wide, scrap-eating grin and you can practically see the lust in his golden optics, his EM field easily enveloping you and you can feel it. You can feel his need, his desire and its filthy. A small gasp leaves your vocalizer from the sheer intensity of what he feels. You can almost imagine the thing he wants to do, thankfully he doesn't have a way of putting that in your helm but it leaves you with anticipation, a knot in your tanks at the possibilities running through your processor. He needed you badly and it was getting to you, your array coming to life beneath your panels and your stabilizers feel weak.
"You feel that, sweetspark?" He hums, his helm kissing the connection between your jaw and neck, you're not sure if you should feel worried or turned on from the sheer intensity of his need.
Thankfully, Impactor knows it better to show than tell.
"That's vorns worth of want right there." His gruff voice going lower as he takes his servo off the wall and he almost, almost reverently places it on your chassis, right above where your old Decepticon insignia would've been. He seems content with your lack of a brand, digits circling around there as you remain silent. Unsure on what to say or what you should even say to something like this. To Impactor, right now, you look like a snack waiting to be devoured with how you're looking up to meet his gaze all embarrassed. Your own, poorly hidden EM field radiating a similar kind of need, it serves to make him want this even more.
The servo on your chassis begins to trail down you sides, giving your hip struts a light squeeze, a digits caressing the metal plating. It slides further down to your crotch, massaging the panel there.
"Missed me, didn't ya?" He murmurs into your audials as you moan, his servos roughly sliding up and down your modesty panel, his harpoon-servo holding you tight against him, your back pressed against his front as his helm leans behind yours.
"...don't let it get to your head" You mumble out a weak admission but it was the truth. You don't bother trying to fight back because you're practically melting into his touch. Impactor chuckles, nipping a wire by your neck supports.
"I'll shut you up soon enough." He mutters out into your audios and you can feel the charge surging down, beneath your crotch panels. His pede slides completely between your stabilizers. He's bigger than you though, even with most of his weapons systems and some of his bulkier armour was taken away before he was taken to custody but that doesn't make him any less intimidating.
"Wait... in-in the hallway?" Your voice goes all high-pitch and he finds it absolutely adorable how flustered you look, your optics going all wide again. The subtle heat from your faceplates, the way your dermas falter. You haven't changed much but he has, for the worse perhaps but he's going to be more selfish.
"If you think I can wait any longer, you're insane." He says with a rough tone, his strong frame lifting both your stabilizers and hooking them over his shoulder plating, his helm pressed right against your modesty and your fans come to life. You struggle to balance yourself, your servos immediately moving to grip his helm. His face nuzzling into your modesty, his nasal ridge pressing against it, stimulating your mesh beneath which sparks a soft moan from your end. His optics gleam at the sound, its like music to his audios... You sound just like you used to.
"Y-You're crazy!" You protest from above, looking down at him with the most concerned expression on his face. Again, you did... yearn for a mech like him so maybe you're the crazy one but—
"What if someone walks in here!?" You say quickly in a hushed tone, biting down on your bottom derma to block that whine from escaping your vocalizer as he kisses against the panel. He looks like he's soaking in the warmth... Speaking of warm, your face might be heated enough to use as a stove with how flustered you are. The mere thought of being seen like this by anyone has your spark hammering against its casing. Your modesty panel heats up even more.
"How the hell did you become a Decepticon...?" He mumbles against your panel, dismissing your protests as chatter. You look appalled for a second, he catches that and smirks. Proud that he's managed to invoke such a reaction from you.
"I have no idea what you think Decepticons do but from my very personal experience, I can tell you that they do not inter-"
You slap your servo around your intake as he bites down on the seam of your inner thigh, suppress the moan at nearly left you. Other servo holding onto his helm for life. Throwing your helm back as the tip of his glossa pokes a sensor by the seam of your panel. Its been far too long since you've been touched by another, you haven't been able to touch yourself either... Not wanting to give the surveillance bots a show back at Garrus-9.
"Must've been a while..." He taunts, knowing damn well what your frustrated state must've been like. Impactor can guess.
"...you have no idea." You groan as his glossa presses against the warm panel, leaving wet, open mouthed kisses. Your frame gives in soon enough and your panels hiss open. His optics are glued upward, watching your face. You're so worried about getting caught, its almost amusing— Optics darting from one side to another. A part of him wants to tell you that Springer is busy with some official matters alongside the other Wreckers but you're too cute like this.
His golden optics dart down to your push valve in front of him, its just like he remembers. Though, the lighting here is much better than that ship he had you in. Your mesh glistens with lubricant and charge, your biolights pulsing softly and Impactor thinks its almost hypnotic. He meant it when he said you had a pretty array. All worked up because of him. Its making him want, no, need this even more...
"Pretty.." He coos as he kisses your valve lips, making out with it as if it were your own lips. He hums as the taste of you as he continues to slowly torture you, sucking on those mesh folds whenever he pulls his helm back a bit and oh, Primus... Your face... You think the others are around, servo slapped across your intake trying to muffle those sweet whines. Your stabilizers have his helm on a death hold at this point with how they're clamped around his helm, your servo gripping onto him as if you're afraid you'd fall on to the floor.
"...be nicer this time." You manage to choke out as he kisses your valve.
"You know I don't make promises..." He pants out, going rougher at your array. His intake moving away from your greedy valve and onto your sensitive node, sucking onto the nub and making your valve cycle down on nothing. A loud whine leaves you and you bite down on your dermas.
Its like a game to him now, trying to see just how much you can hold back your noises— Even if it technically doesn't matter. Its fun to torment you like this, to make you fall apart into nothing...
His face presses in further against your array, your vents heating up even more, your fans pick up a notch to compensate.
"S-Someone's.. Someone's gonna see us!" You whine out, stifling the cry that almost broke through as his thick digits moves to your valve entrance, roughly breaching through. You can't even thrash around with how risky this position is.
"Imagine that," Impactor swirls his glossa around your node, "Someone just walking to see how much you're enjoying this..." Your vents sputter, his digits roughly coaxing callipers open with every attempt to go deeper, curling them and making your fans go even higher, plush mesh pull him in further with how your valve cycles around his digits.
"...you're j-just a pervert-" A loud moan leaves your vocalizer as his digits start pumping in your valve without any warning, drawing them in and out in a rough pace as he sucks on your node harder, using more force. That pervert comment didn't seem to resonate well with Impactor, even if it is a fantasy of his.
"You need to talk nicer to the mech with his intake on yer array, sweetspark..." He huffs out gruffly. Wanting more to taste and seeing that you've been reprimanded, his digits move out of your valve and leave you empty, making you whimper. Your digits digging into his helm, Impactor could care less about a couple of dents.
He leans in fully against your array, going against your valve like a starved mech running on exhaust fumes for vorns. You cry out, unable to hold back your noises as both your servos hold onto Impactor's helm. His oral lubricant smothering you mesh as he leaves sloppy kisses all over with ravenous intent. His nasal ridge stimulates your node, his rough movements making it rub against it in a needy manner. Lubricant was beginning to drip from your array down, onto his chassis.
His glossa thrusts into your valve and you moan out, back straightening against the wall, his digits prepared you well— Impactor groans as he gets a taste of you, thrusting his glossa in and out in a more frantic pace. You valve being generous enough to give him more charge, it cackles in the back of his intake as he greedily pleasures you. Your noises, sweet noises, almost as desperate as the ones from the night he used to reminiscence: whines, moans, whimpers, groans— The whole deal. Not to mention the metallic tang of your lubricant, he never had the chance to gorge upon you that time... Something on his bucket list he won't leave unchecked and its something he now regrets not doing because you're stunning like this.
Optics all hazy and half-lidded, looking down at him with a desperation that only he can absolve you of, the heat of your frame, pants and vents— He can see the steam puff out. The coolant swelling in your optics, its cute how terrified you are of being seen like this, you look like you might actually cry.
Oh, he... he needs to know what your transfluid tastes like.
Impactor goes even rougher, his glossa going deep— You knew he was a bigger size bracket but this was ridiculous! His glossa grazes against sensors and nodes as he collects more charge and lubricant into his intake. Your noises get louder, more desperate and he finds a part of him wishing the others were actually around to hear you. Your cries are beautiful, they probably sound that desperate with how you think the other's are still on board. Not like it would ever make him regret choosing not to correct you when you assumed the others were still on board. You're cute like this, he'd keep you like this forever if he could.
He brings his digits to your node, you're so close... He can tell with the rapid flutters and the increasing high pitch whines, Impactor can make you fall over the edge so easily— You're lucky he's been craving for a taste of you. His digits attack your node and your back struts arch against the wall he's planted you against from below, you haven't overloaded in so long, you swear you see white as a loud moan leaves your vocalizer. Valve overloading hard against his glossa, velvety walls clamping down on those taste receptors, the taste of your transfluids overflowing through his systems. It makes him groan, his spike straining hopelessly against his own panels.
You pant hard from above, needed a moment to recover and Impactor brings you down, in his servos bridal-style.
You were right about one thing... There was no way he could comfortably spike you down like you need to be in this hallway... Not to mention the small puddle of transfluids beneath. Hopefully, someone cleans that up because Impactor's spike demands your attention.
Good thing he has his own ship. Impactor carries you in his servos down the hall as you lay there, dazed, coming down from a strong high.
Impactor holds onto you tightly. You're not slipping away from him again. Not this time. This time, he's keeping you.
BONUS: (stupid idea i had that doesn't tie into this at all)
"Now what's all the-" Your spark sinks as you freeze in Impactor's grasp. Kup opens the door in on you two and you look like a deer in the headlights.
Kup looks... surprised? Shocked? Disgusted? His cygar nearly fell out of his intake as he registers what's happening and Impactor himself is frozen, his helm snapping to the door the moment it creaked open.
"Look at ya two," He mumbles with disgust, his optics narrowing on Impactor specifically, severely disappointed. How much more humiliation must you face in your life? Your embarrassment heightens and your basically covering your faceplates behind your servos. "Candoodling like.. like academy cadets!"
"Get out." Impactor practically growls at Kup, he... actually looks somewhat embarrassed himself but he can keep his cool unlike you. In fact his servo remains firmly by your crotch, no intention to pull away.
"Should've picked another room then if you had'ta spike down the ex-Con. Supply closets' always the worst choice." The old mech mumbles as he enters to get whatever it was that he came for and your embarrassment only gets worse, Impactor can feel it through your EM field. Your face plates heated up as you're basically melting into a puddle of shame.
He huffs, its cute, almost. Makes him less mad at Kup who walks out after grabbing whatever it was he needed, slamming the door shut behind him.
"And at least have the decency to lock a sparkdamn door!" Kup barks out as he walks away, loud enough for the two of you to hear. "Fought in a war for four million years and for what? Can't even lock a damn door..." Kup mumbles out as he storms away, wanting to delete the sight from his memory banks.
"...he's gone." Impactor mutters, moving his servo away from your modest panel to pull your servos away from your face. You look upset, Impactor can guess why but he's not sorry and never will be.
"...he has a point about the door, you know?" You mutter as you look at the door and then back to him. He doesn't look happy at all, with a heavy huff he marches towards the door and locks it.
"That fragging old mech..."
you guys are so real for putting me back on my impactor train because whoooo boy is he hot.. i need to re-read the wreckers saga because mgkmkhgmmhgmhmymk he's such a sexy ass mech omg megatron proving himself to be fumbletron again because THIS HUNK OF A MECH would NOT be just 'my best friend'...
it just occured to me that i have not (probably) blessed y'all's eyes with the shitty doodles i have as my wallpaper. so. feast ur eyes on my scribbles
