FLORENCE CASTLE’S HEROES OF CYBERTRON - EP. 09: OPTIMUS PRIME (3)

following the river

summary: almost a frame-by-frame fanfic of river's scene in-game, but better :3 ish!! an- guys i am so fucking sorry i haven't posted in fucking AGES i've been absolutely dogged with work n shit and i'm depressed as fuck. anyway. here's to my loyal river fans (all twelve of us) hashtag justice for river ward ive literally spent months on this for no reason warnings- smut (18+ mdni), cowgirl, first time, you're both nervous as fuck, multiple positions, switch!v, switch!river, fucking the police, johnny ment, oral (f receiving and very brief lol), missionary, mild angst with cavity-inducing sweetness at the end, river and v are very much in love, cuddles

wc: 9.2k

If you had told yourself you’d be spending the night with an NCPD badge a month ago, you woulda’ laughed in your very own fuckin’ face. But between those heated kisses and those soft, hushed whispers, River Ward leads you by the hand into the silence of his bedroom— and it all feels far too unreal. 

But the truth is, reality is a bitch. And now here you are, tangled in a contradiction of your own making. Guess you misunderstood the whole “FUCK THE POLICE” thing. 

He oughtta be chasing you down, not holding you close. But fuck, this whole situation with River is just so thrilling, and it’s absolutely undeniable that he’s more than just some badge. 

There’s kindness, there’s goodness in him that transcends that old, dumbass uniform he used to wear. Night City may be bleeding, and Johnny Silverhand may be a relentless presence in your head, but River offers something more—a promise of a future beyond the consistent chaos as he leads you into the quietness of the trailer. 

To be honest, you’re not sure if you’re entirely in love with River— sure, you’re attracted, and sure, your heart beats a million times faster when he’s around, and sure, you think about him all the fucking time, but shit, you don’t know love. But fuck, whether you deserve it or not, there’s just something about him, you don’t know what feels… safe. 

River represents something you’ve never really had: hope. The hope for a promise of an actual future— a real-ass life. Not just surviving but living— happily, at that. 

And for tonight, that’s enough.

Never before have you encountered someone as gentle, as fucking sweet as River. His kindness, his sincerity, it's like a lifeline amid chaos. But with each tender moment, each stolen kiss, you can't shake the gnawing feeling of guilt eating away at you. Oh, how you don’t want to feel this way, but here you are regardless, falling and falling for River, and allowing yourself to embrace the sensation of being vulnerable in more ways than one. And oh— is it such a bad time to catch feelings; your time on this earth is limited. 

You’re a merc, one with a ticking timebomb of a narcissistic rockerboy lodged into your head, just waiting to take over your body, waiting for you to finally kick the bucket so he can take control. You’re not exactly girlfriend material. You’re neither beautiful nor are you admirable. You are tired. You are bruised.

You're a mercenary, a killer by trade, and here you are, falling for a cop—a man dedicated to upholding the law you so often break.  

You know you should push River away, distance yourself before it's too late. But goddamn it, you can't bring yourself to do it. 

It’s almost funny, you think. Funny to have found a love oh-so-precious—oh-so beautiful, only to have it ripped away from you by a little piece of plastic nestled in your skull. River’s warmth, his unwavering support, it's all both a blessing and a curse. You desperately want to hold onto this love, to cherish every moment you have left, but the knowledge that your time is running out gnaws at your very soul. 

You sigh. Fuck, you know you can’t think about this now— you know it’s best to enjoy the moment rather than to trouble yourself with the moral implications of it all right now. You’ll destroy yourself otherwise. 

And little do you know, but River’s thoughts are mirroring your own. He's fucking scared, terrified of the way you've woven yourself into the fabric of his life. As a detective, he's seen the darkest corners of Night City, the horrors that lurk in the shadows. But when it comes to you, he's lost, unsure of how to navigate the maze of emotions that swirl within him.

You're the very embodiment of everything he's sworn to protect the city against. And yet, he can't help but fall for you. Behind the walls you've erected to shield yourself from the world, he sees the vulnerability, the genuine warmth that draws him to you like a moth to a flame. But there's a part of him that fears the truth, that fears what he might discover if he delves too deep into your world. And as you stand together in the silence of the night, wrapped in each other's arms, you can't help but wonder if this fragile bubble of happiness is destined to burst, leaving nothing but broken pieces in its wake.

The linoleum floor creaks beneath your steps as River leads you further, navigating the narrow hallway. Anxiety continues to brew within him—shit, he just hopes you like him back.

He hopes his choice is right. He hopes he made the right choice by bringing you around.

But all of the chaos, all the fear building within, completely evaporates away when his eyes finally meet yours, his anxiety dissipating into nothingness. Tonight, all he wants is for the two of you to be one, where nothing in the world matters. It makes everything else seem so distant and minuscule, and that, oh, it’s the closest thing to heaven that he’s ever known.

Nothin’ else matters—except for the moment.

River pauses at one of the entryways, silently gesturing to his niece and nephew, sleeping peacefully. You understand what he’s communicating to you immediately.

You two need to be quiet tonight.

Tonight is the perfect time to forget that you’re a mercenary and he’s a cop. No badges, no guns, no uniforms—and no parasitic rockstar in your head, either. Just you and him.

So you nod your head in acknowledgment as you ease past the kids and follow him into the silence of his bedroom. Your stomach flutters in your chest; oh, fuck, you feel like a couple of giddy-ass teenagers. 

You’re relentless, in all the right ways. Your desperation to feel River, to kiss him— it’s intoxicating. Once the door clicks shut, you immediately rise up on your tippy-toes with zero hesitation to press your lips against his; you could do nothing else. 

Fucking finally. 

One kiss, and you know you’re addicted to the taste of his lips on your own. You know then, that nothing else could give you such a natural high. You must confess, that your thoughts are impure, and the fire is burning within your bones. Shit, it excites you so much, just the idea of riding him absolutely senseless— you’re gonna fuck away his entire moral compass by the end of the night. 

It’s as your lips press together, with all the desire arousal, and heat you have to offer, a wave of cruel exhaustion washes over you as River embraces you, finally making its way to the forefront of your mind. His warmth almost feels like a blanket, of sorts, soft and comforting.

A soft pleased hum escapes River’s lips as he presses himself against you, moving his hands to grip the back of your head tightly, returning your kiss with the same raw passion. His arms are wrapped around your waist, his body pressing against yours— fuck, it feels so nice to be held by a body that feels like home. 

And for once, it's not Johnny who takes over your thoughts, but River. You need him—now. The heat of his lips on yours is fucking intense. It's like everything else in the city fades away, and for once, even Johnny’s presence is just a distant buzz in your mind.

And all there is, that's all that matters—River, you, and the rest warmth of his lips pressed against yours.

Your fingers claw at the fabric of his tank top, holding onto him tightly as you kiss him with every ounce of passion that’s been building up within you for entirely too long. You’ve wanted this—you’ve fucking needed this, needed to feel the warmth of another in a world so dauntingly cold. 

Every breath feels new, every sensation is amplified, and all you can focus on is River. River, River, River. He’s real, and you feel him like never before. He’s yours, and you’re his. 

Your breath is getting shorter, and your thoughts are being consumed with just one word: more. More, more, more. You need to feel his love. 

How good it feels to have something real. And fuck, is it nice to have something else on your mind except for your impending and unavoidable death. No Johnny, no Arasaka, no Relic. Just you. Just him. Just two desperate people wanting desperately to cling to the idea of feeling alive for just one night.

You practically moan into his mouth as you lean back, letting his strong, secure arms wrap around your body. You press your body up into his, craving his warmth, craving his presence, craving him. It’s like you’re slipping into a deep trance-like state, one where all that matters in this very instant is River, this one fucking detective, this one stupid badge. 

“River,” you whine quietly. “I need you.”

The words slip out before you even have time to stop them, the sound of them leaving your ears ringing. 

Fuck, does he feel like the luckiest person alive when you utter those little words, the sound of them barely audible against the city’s distant hum? For such a tough merc, you sound so cute—so needy, that it makes his heart jump in his chest. It’s such an unexpected, quick change for you, and you swear you catch his mechanical eye shining a little brighter as his rough hands graze against your hips. His body presses tightly against yours, lowering his voice to a whisper that makes your tummy flutter.  

“Shhh… I know ya do, V…” 

The words feel so foreign slipping from his lips, but god, he can’t help it.  River leans even closer to you until you can feel the warm breath of his body tingling inside your ear—his lips press up against your neck softly, trailing little wet kisses up and down the sensitive skin there. 

“Just let go…” 

River whispers again, moving his hand down your back and caressing the skin that he can feel through the thin fabric of your shirt. His lips flutter up and down along your neck, nibbling gently on your skin. Rough, calloused hands trace down your body, before pulling your hips to his so there’s no space between you. 

River’s voice turns deep; husky. 

“Just let go of everything but me…” 

After all, he’s done for the city, for the world, no one has ever wanted him in such a way that they wanted him, not just his title, his body, but the person behind the piercing glow of his mechanical eye. 

River’s ganic hand trails gingerly up and down your torso, his fingers playing gently with the fabric of your shirt as his lips press against your neck. The delicate sensation sends ripples of pleasure through your core— fuck— you’re getting wet. 

His words trigger an immediate response from you. Excitedly, you push back against him as you moan quietly in his ear, fingers digging into the fabric of his red tank top— breath halting in your chest, growing shorter and more agitated. You raise on your tippy toes, attempting to return the favor by kissing his neck. 

As you push yourself forward, pressing yourself against him, pushing a hand behind his neck, your fingers grip tight along the back of his neck. Slowly, you brace one hand on his chest, your thumb rubbing along the hard muscle that hides below his shirt, your other hand falling to fidget with the neckline of his tank.  

You can feel it— he’s muscular; he’s strong and hard. He’s aboutta be all yours, and the thought alone makes you feel weak, weak in the knees with how hot he is.

When you’re slipping your hands below his shirt to feel the skin beneath, River’s steadiness finally falters. Unknowingly, he backs up into his desk, causing an empty beer bottle to topple over— crashing to the floor in the silence of the trailer.

Fuck. 

For a brief moment, panic seizes over your entire being. Shit. Your heart pounds in your chest, shit, shit, shit— what if you woke everyone up with the crash? What if he’s upset with you for pulling such a gonk move, fuckin’ shoving him into his desk? What about the mess? 

You swear you’re doomed. 

But to your surprise, River's expression softens, a hint of amusement dancing in his mechanical stare. Was his amn fault for being so clumsy, anyway. 

When the warmth of his lips caress yours, you feel a deep wave of relief. Thank fuck— you think to yourself as you realize that your actions didn’t cause all hell to break loose. 

Instead, he’s too amused by your excitement, and that only serves to turn you on all the more. Hell— River finds it adorable how badly you want him. He can deal with the mess later. He’s too lost in you, too lost in the tide of passion to give a shit. Instead, his focus is entirely on you, and all rational thought is overshadowed. 

His hands find their way to either side of your face, his touch gentle yet possessive, as if he's determined to memorize every curve and contour of your face. River stops, an urgent whisper, his voice barely above a breathy murmur. 

“You've got me. Don't let go. Don't let this moment, this feeling—this feeling of you and me, don't let it end.”  

But before you can even process the full weight of River’s words, his lips crash into yours with a fervor that leaves you breathless. It’s like a tidal wave, consuming you with its intensity, and you find yourself melting into his embrace without hesitation. You’re safe. 

In turn, you respond eagerly, matching his passion with your own, hands roaming freely across his back, pulling him closer with every passing moment. River hums to himself when your smooth lips part upon the brush of his tongue against you— feeling just right. You feel a surge of electricity coursing through your veins, fueling that consuming lust that just keeps on burning brighter and hotter in your lower tummy. 

You guide his strong hands, urging him to explore every inch of your being, to revel in the depths of your desire as you surrender yourself completely to the intoxicating bliss of the moment. You need him. The feeling of his sends shivers down your spine, you realize that this—this connection, this unspoken bond—is what you've been searching for all along. In River's arms, you find solace. In his kiss, you find passion. And in that little bit of love between you, you find home.

Like you, River’s mind has started to go hazy, his body filled with heat as he pulls you in tighter, desperate to feel everything at once. 

The embrace of your lips turns heated, desperate, his teeth brushing against your bottom lip. Shit, he can’t believe you’re allowing him to touch you like this— he feels like the luckiest fucker in the world. The heat rising in his body is nothing short of intense, it feels so right. 

But he needs more. 

River pulls away to break the kiss, his gaze slides across your body, admiring you silently, taking note of every little curve, burning through you, silently admitting how lucky he is. Oh, how he never realized desire could be so engulfing until this moment, with you staring right up into his eyes with a vulnerability he cannot ignore. It makes him feel fuckin’ stupid— like he could live in this moment forever. 

His movements are slow and deliberate. It's enough to send your heart pumping, your chest heaving, your breath coming in short gasps. When you meet his steely gaze, it feels like his mechanical eye is bearing into your soul. 

River moves a palm up to cup your cheek lovingly, before nodding his head in the direction of his bed— a silent command. You immediately know what he’s attempting to communicate. You know what comes next. 

And you’re just dying to see it through. 

A little rush of pure excitement overtakes you as you rush to the bed, while River turns around for a brief moment. Without a second thought, without any semblance of hesitation, you’re immediately beginning to fumble with the straps of your gear, allowing it to fall all to the ground. Every movement of yours feels like a wave of electric pulsing through your body, a rush of adrenaline that leaves you panting— leaving your mind blurry with need. 

While he’s got his back turned, you rip off your sweats, letting them fall to the ground. Immediately after, you’re ripping off the thin tank you’re wearing, slipping your bra right off with it, fully exposing your bare chest to the coolness of the night air. A little excited shiver runs down your spine, your nipples perking up and stiffening as a result of the temperature drop. 

And before you know it, you’re almost naked— wearing nothing but a soaked, think pair of panties, wanting him, needing to have him—not Johnny, but River, just River…

You catch the soft mechanical glow of his eye in the mirror on the closet door. For a brief moment, your breath catches in your throat. 

The glow in the reflection dims as he stares. Your heart beats so fast you feel dizzy from the rush. You know he’s watching you just as you’re watching him. And without saying a word, you both know what you want— he finally turns around. 

Fuck—you, the most dangerous mercenary in the whole fuckin’ city, is laying before this dumbass detective, wearing nothing but your panties. And oh, you’re so helplessly wet over some cop to the point where you can already feel the moisture soaking through them. You can’t control yourself, you can’t control the way your fingers keep on trailing lower, beginning to push away the dampened strip of fabric in between your legs. 

A breath breaks from your mouth as you toss your panties aside. It’s sudden, a bit of a surprise even. But you’re done wasting time. The air feels cold on your exposed cunt, but fuck, you don’t care—besides, the heat he’s making you feel is enough to keep ya’ warm. 

Gently, your lips tremble with each passing moment... your body is fuckin’ craving him more and more with every moment that passes with him staring directly at your messy pussy. You can’t take it. You allow yourself to be completely vulnerable, your arms trailing behind you as he draws near. Your eyes flutter as you anticipate him being near, letting him take you completely... letting him take you in.

River’s eyes are locked onto your body— he’s in shock. Fuck. Jesus Christ, every second you’re up looking at him with pathetic, needy eyes makes his cock tremble in his pants. Both of River’s eyes, amber and mechanical pierce through you, just craving you in ways he's never craved fuckin’ anyone. And oh, you love the euphoric burning feeling that rises in your tummy when you feel him stare. A little blush settles across your face, you feel some wetness slide down from your aching cunt. You arch your back a little as River approaches you. 

Fuck. You can’t wait. You reach out, pulling your fingers tight around his hips as you pull him down to the bed with you. You can't wait another second to be with him and you pull him down with you on the bed. Before he can even process what’s happening, you’re beginning to lift his tanktop, and by Christ, you’re not disappointed when you finally reveal what’s underneath. 

You’re not religious, but in the darkness of his bedroom, you’ve found something holy. Immediately, your eyes trail down, taking note of every little freckle and scar that litters his tan skin. Fuck— he’s perfect. You press your lips against his chest, trailing little wet kisses down his body... each kiss burning into both of you, each kiss driving you both that much closer to desperation. You’re unaware of the self-restraint he's exercising to keep himself from pushing you onto the bed and just fucking you right then and there. River’s working every ounce of self-control he has as you trail your lips down his chest, letting each kiss linger just enough to tease him. 

In the dark room, you worship him with your touch, with a love that’s so undoubtedly wrong. 

Your eyes drift up to his, and it’s over for you both. Gently, you slide your hands slooowly down River’s torso, making him squirm as your hand trails lower and lower, fingers beginning to move to slowly undo his pants. And fuck, It takes him every little bit of lasting resistance and strength he has to let you touch without intervening. 

But shit— you aren’t gonna let River off that easy, no fucking way. You’re gonna fuckin’ savor this—every second of it all. Your lips trail down his clothed thigh with a subtle grin, wrapping your fingers around the waistband of his boxers, slowly pulling them down inch by inch. He wants you to pull them off immediately but you're going slow, savoring every little cute expression he’s pulling, savoring the way he bites into his lip, hard. 

 River’s getting more and more frustrated by the second but damn you're just enjoying the thrill of it all, watching your most favorite detective bend to your whims like an obedient, well-trained dog. You're teasing him and savoring each and every second of it, every little moment of him letting out pathetic heavy sighs, every moment of his cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. 

But you’re growing impatient. 

You begin to tug at his waistband, attempting to pull his jeans down his thighs with a not-so-secret smug-ass grin. You’ve got him wrapped around your fuckin’ finger, you feel confident—you’re gonna fuck the badge outta him— you’re gonna ride him till the goddamn sun rises. 

But when his cock springs free from the confines of his pants, your ego is absolutely fucking wiped. He’s fucking huge. 

Prominent veins run up the side of the thick shaft throbbing with pure anticipation. Your eyes trail up to the leaky, swollen tip where little beads of precum threaten to spill. Pure perfection. Everything about your actions up until now has been so confident and so sure, so controlled and so certain you could handle anything. But now that he's here— that he's out, free, and soooo clearly ready for you — you feel an intense wave of doubt. 

You're the best, most badass fuckin’ merc in all of Night City—and yet here you are, with his dick in front of your face and you're speechless. River’s enjoying how you're staring at him, your eyes fixated on his shaft. Secretly, he loves the brief sense of control this is giving him, even with you on top. Fuck, it does good for his ego. 

By Christ— he finds your reaction to his size nothing short of fucking adorable. River gives a sharp inhale through his teeth and his lips curve into a mischievous smile, his ego swelling with the realization that he's a lot more than you expected...and he loves it. He knows all the right words to say, all the right tones to take, and he knows exactly how to play with you, right down to the way you're staring at him. 

Nonetheless, you set your thoughts aside as you mount the detective’s strong bronze thighs, his eyes locking onto yours.

You briefly question your safety as you tenderly wrap your fingers around the base of his thick shaft, feeling him jolt beneath you. 

But it's okay. You've got this. You can do this. You take a deep breath and try to ignore the size, your hands still stroking him gently, your touch sending shivers of anticipation up and down his body…

His hand wraps around your thigh in silent reassurance, a giant grasp that feels like it was molded entirely for you to fit perfectly into it; and the other falls to your hip, slowly tracing a path across your bare skin. The little gesture sends you fucking wild. River needs you to be comfortable. 

You press the tip of his cock against your dripping entrance, a little shiver runs through you when River stifles a groan underneath. 

This all feels so right, this all feels so real, and River wants you to know that. He wants to take all of your fears and worries away, to show you that he's got you, and he's here for you. And when you take your first tentative slide onto him, the tip entering you, River’s jaw hangs agape, a little squeak leaving your lips as the thick head enters you. 

You both recognize the need to be silent, and so for now the only sounds in the room are the soft moans and subtle whimpers coming from River's mouth as he's pressed against you...as you're pressed against him, two bodies entwined, one in the other. Nothing else exists at this very moment but this feeling... the intense, overwhelming feeling of his heavy cock throbbing inside of your tight walls. And oh, does the thought of making this dumbass detective whimper and struggle beneath you motivate you all the more. 

When you finally sink down, filling yourself to the brim, a cute little gasp! is forced from your parted saliva-coated lips. River’s stretching you out so so nicely— it’s a sweet type of burn. You dig your teeth into your bottom lip hard, biting back a pathetic moan as your eyes scrunch shut.

 A low growl escapes River’s lips as you suddenly take him whole in one go. 

Your wet walls constrict and clench around him, your achy, needy clit pressing against his groin. Oh fuck, it’s hard for him not to start moving his hips, to just start thrusting into your pathetic mess of a pussy without mercy. But no, he’s waiting for you, waiting for you to guide the speed. This is your night, it’s River’s chance to show how much he fuckin’ adores you. 

He's big— and you know you need to take it slow at first. But fuck, you’re not gonna stop, not now, not ever, not when he’s looking up at you like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever laid eyes upon— it’s sending little waves of euphoric bliss throughout your entire body.  

River watches you take another deep breath before you begin to raise your hips again, pumping yourself full despite the stretch. 

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. You continue this rhythm slowly, taking your own sweet time to thoroughly feel each inch of his sweet cock rubbing against your soaked walls. 

In, out. In, out. You continue this rhythm. 

You work through that burn— you work through the pain of the stretch. Take your own sweet time, inhaling, exhaling, breathing in between each movement, each wave of pleasure that ripples through your body with each bounce. Soon, you no longer feel the pain that comes with each slide down; you’ve melded to the shape of his cock. 

Shit, he underestimated you. 

River’s breathing heavily now, huffing and biting into his lip—as he takes his time, taking care of you. And the moment he finds your rhythm, he won't be letting up even for a second, he’s gonna make you suffer just the damn same. 

But when you begin to speed up your pace, suddenly slamming your hips down into him, you’ve got him locked. 

Then and there, River swears he’s in fucking heaven.

You’re so tight— so fucking soft… so fucking heavenly, that he can’t do anything except look up at you and purely just admire as you struggle to take him—as he himself struggles to keep up with the pace of your hips. 

River’s pussywhipped already, turning his head to the side to hide the adorable little faces he’s pulling. 

But fuck, you’re not gonna let that happen. 

“Look at me,” you whisper into the silence of the night. You force his jaw upwards, wrapping your hands around his throat. “Only me, Riv.”

River’s caught off guard by your sudden display of dominance; but oh, how he loves it regardless. ‘Looks like his little mercenary finally gained the courage to take control,’ he thinks to himself. 

You catch a little mischievous glimmer in his mechanical eye, shining into the darkness. He’s enjoying this, you can tell. 

You stare into his gaze for just a brief moment; almost mesmerized, before suddenly pulling his face to yours and kissing him fiercely, your tongue slipping into his mouth. 

River’s strong grip on your thigh releases as his body begins to tremble underneath you; it all just feels too fucking good. It’s all too too much, the intensity of your hips rocking back and forth, the way you’re squeezing him and bouncing on his dick like it’s nothing compared to before. 

He knows you’re a merc, knows you’re a tough girl. You’re V— you don’t take shit from anyone, you take the reigns no matter what; he shoulda’ expected this from you. But oh, how he loves being bested by his lil’ merc. 

River’s eyes roll back as he holds you tightly to him, his hands moving up to your lower back and supporting you, he’s lost all self-control, and can’t stop what's about to happen as his breath grows heavier, lips parting. You’re fucking wet, clenching so so tight around him—he can’t help the groan that juuusst barely escapes his lips…

But luckily for you, you cover his mouth just in time, your body still moving with such intensity.  You're taking total control here, not letting him make a sound. You cover his mouth before he has the chance to protest, silencing him in an almost aggressive, dominating way, your breath hot against his lips.

At this moment, the detective is yours. Every muscle in his body belongs to you and every beat of his heart is for you. River is yours, he needs you, and when you cover his mouth, you can feel the rush going through his throat as it contracts with an effort to muffle any sound he might unintentionally let slip as your hips refuse to relent. 

The feeling of control that you've been so desperately seeking is finally yours, all yours, your hands are on the wheel— and you’re the one sending this poor fucker into a tailspin of pleasure and lust. River feels so much better than you possibly could’ve imagined, and shit, you’ve finally accomplished your goal to fuck him senseless, leaving him a complete and utter mess in your control — a mess that feels so good, as you keep pumping against him, feeling him inside you.

Every movement you make is met with his equally intense counter-response, his cock beginning to throb. Fuck. He’s close. 

But River’s not going to let you get ahead of him— nuh-fucking-uh. He’s had enough of your teasing; he can’t take it anymore— he’s not about to let himself cum before you, not when there’s so much fun still left to be had. He’ll drive himself to the edge— and he’ll take you with him. 

Strong hands take hold of your hips, hammering his hips into your sweet, messy cunt at the pace he desires. Just like that, all the control in your hands, all that dominance, and power beforehand, is gone in an instant. 

He wants to let you ride him, he really does. Wants to let you take control— but fuck, it’s not enough. He needs more, not just to ride, but to have you in his arms, and in return, you let him take control and show you exactly how he feels for you. 

And so you give up your control, giving up your dominance, allowing River to manhandle you into position, guiding you to the edge of the bed. Your breath catches in your chest as River trails his lips down to your collarbone and slowly reaches down to latch onto your nipple. You dig your teeth into your lip as he suckles at it tenderly, keeping your reaction a secret as you try to keep it together. Inside of you, you feel your tummy flutter with adrenaline as your heart rate picks up.

He knows you’re enjoying this, but oh, he’s got other plans for you. 

With strong yet gentle hands, he’s hoisting you up into his arms. His amber eye meets yours, and he’s gazing at you like you’re the most precious thing in the whole world. He lifts you, and you let yourself go limp in his hold— you know you’re safe, after all. 

You bury your head into his neck, pressing tight against him as you cling like your life depends on it. Everything feels so good when you’re in River’s arms when he loosens his grip to trail a path of wet kisses down the center of your chest. The way he feels so warm and safe makes you feel like the whole world isn’t crumbling down on you— instead, it feels like you can finally rest. 

Honestly, it’s just entirely him that makes you feel this way. He’s a stark contrast to any of your past lovers; a genuine shining light in a world so filled to the brim with darkness, a genuine positive change compared to the ways apparent in all of your exes.

Shit, you know Johnny’s gonna hate you even more for this, but you know you love this— you love River. 

Before you can think about it for any longer than you already have, he’s cutting your thoughts short to pull you to your feet, pinning you against the cool glass of his bedroom window. 

Fuck, you’re adorable to him. River just can’t help but slide his palms up against your soft skin, all the way up to cup at your titties, cupping them softly in each hand.

You let out a sharp gasp as he slips in, a deep inhale following quickly after— his hips pressing into your ass. You feel the heat of his breath against your neck as you cling to the cool glass of the window. You want him close, you want to feel him all against you. Your thoughts fill with nothing but him, and his cock begins to roll into you again, forcing a pathetic little squeak out of you. 

But there’s a sudden thought that pops into your head— shit, what if someone sees this, sees you, pressed against the window, getting your insides rearranged like there’s no tomorrow? Fuck.  

Shit, you feel more vulnerable than ever with River pressing himself into you, hands locked around your waist, his breath hot and heavy in your ear as he drives himself deeper into your sopping cunt. Him, the detective, fucking the brains outta’ a dangerous lil’ merc like you. Shit, it’s so thrilling that the thoughts in your head disappear entirely, and you're completely overcome with the sensation of his thick member moving in and out of you.

God damn. Your breath becomes shallow and your chest is rising and falling with every hard press of his hips into your ass. You're literally pressed against the glass with your face to the window, your eyes beginning to close. 

Even though your brain screams for common sense, your body craves otherwise. 

Oh god, you love this. Fuck your common sense. Fuck whatever Johnny has to say about it— you’ll deal with him later. 

You feel like you're falling into a trance, drowning in pleasure. Every thrust fills you with more and more heat and waves of pleasure, overwhelming your body and leaving you feeling like you're drifting away into nothingness.

Your vision blurs and the sounds slowly fade into the background. River is everything, your entire world, and right now the only thing you can concentrate on is his body and how good he makes you feel— he’s stretching out your cunt fucking delightfully. It feels like you're drowning in pleasure and you love it, absolutely love this feeling of complete submission to him. Normally, you’d fucking never let somebody, anybody, do this to you. 

But River Ward is the exception. 

You love the feeling of his breath on your neck, the soft, warm comfort it gives you, like a blanket wrapping itself against you. Your body relaxes as he gently moves his hands along your ribs, his gentle touch sending a shiver of excitement down your body. Then you hear his voice, a whisper that makes your toes curl with the touch. 

River’s attention is set on suppressing his little groans of pleasure by lowering his head to your shoulder, biting down gently. Shit, you’re almost too much to handle, he notes your breathlessness and sense of being soo overwhelmed- he can tell you’re ready for anything and everything from this moment on. Your walls constrict tightly around him, arousal fluids spilling from your hole with each mean thrust. 

Your breath is heavy and unfocused. River’s touch is perfectly balanced between soft and rough, squeezing your waist as his other hand digs into your breast, hips still deliciously rolling into you, still deliciously fucking you. 

You can't even remember the last time you've felt this.. good. 

Despite the burn of the stretch of his cock, you steady your legs back, rocking your ass back against him to match the pace of his thrusts. 

River’s eyes shoot open when he feels your tight cunt starting to move up and down his length again, this time without his influence. Both his intimidating gaze and his large hands immediately fall to the fat of your ass as a groan rips out from his throat. 

He’s just enjoying the show as his pretty needy little merc attempts to get herself off. It’s cute— pathetic, the way you take him whole, the way you’re desperate for more.  

You feel the cool press of his metal hand against the back of your neck, using you as leverage to pump his hot cock in and out.  

Your lips curl against the force of your teeth, the heat of your breath fogging against the glass, legs beginning to violently shake under the weight of his thrusts. 

Both hands move to grab your plush thighs with a tight grip, your breathless sighs and tight cunt squeezing around him let him know just how much you really need him. 

You wanna moan. You wanna whine out his name, you wanna beg for more— but you can't. Not this time. So, you bite into your lip hard, your open palms set on the glass of the window briefly curling into fists. Instead of submitting to yourself, you focus on the brightness of neon lights and towering buildings right before your eyes, you focus on the way his hands dig into the soft flesh of your hips, driving deep inside. 

But it’s all too much for you. 

"Fuck, V, you're good…” His voice is hot as it trails down your neck and along your jawline. Gentle hands begin to trail down your thighs, fingers tracing along your skin. Oh, it’s heavenly. 

River’s eyes open when he doesn’t hear you respond past weak, breathy little sighs. A teasing remark sits on his tongue, his lips curling into a smirk, but his throat goes parched the moment his eyes trail all the way down to where his large, swollen cock disappeared in and out of you, just stretching you oh-so-well. 

You look utterly and completely debauched in the reflection of the glass, eyes closed, cheek pressed up against the window, your mouth slightly agape, lips reddened and bruised from rough kisses. River finds the way your chest heaves and the way you let out broken whines oh-so-adorable, as his eyes trail down to the plethora of lovebites and hickies left strewn across your chest. At this point, you’re far too fucked-out to think. 

Before you can even process what’s going on, River’s slipping himself out of you, making you let out a soft, yet audible little defeated whine. “Hey, hey…” Big arms lock around your waist, pulling you gently down onto the soft mattress below.  “Stay with me, V…” 

His voice is hot and hoarse right now— but fuck, you’d be damned if you didn’t find him to be so fuckin’ sweet— so fuckin’ adorable in the way he talks dirty to you— so damn possessive, yet so soft and tender at the same time. The sweet burn of lust ignites deeper within your stomach as you refuse to lose sight of his gaze. You nod your head; you follow his orders obediently. The feeling of being vulnerable like this for him feels so... right, so natural. 

When your glassy eyes flicker up to meet his stare, his heart flutters a little in his chest. You look so so desperate, it’s beautiful. 

River swears he’s truly gone feral. It’s all too much— your cute little face, your quiet whimpers, wet pathetic pussy so in need of being fucking destroyed… god. He can’t handle it anymore. 

He drops to his knees on the bed— it feels natural, it feels right. Your breath halts a little in your chest, your pulse quickening when the detective begins to lower his head in between your thighs. 

The world around you spins as your cunt squeezes around nothing. His rough fingertips grace over your clit, and you can’t hold back the little moan that escapes your lips. But he’s focused on something different— his cybernetic eyes are locked onto your cunt— your folds are soaked, your arousal coating your inner thighs in little tendrils.

“Wan’it?” 

You nod again. Like an obedient dog. 

River grins, mechanical eye gleaming in the darkness mischievously as his metal hand helps his cock press against your entrance. Something about his gravelly words made your cunt clench around nothing, making you drip onto his sheets below. His tip brushes against your sensitive sloppy folds, before he nudges your clit with his cockhead, drawing out the cutest little gasp from your lips. River chuckles at your reaction— fuck, you’re goddamn adorable. He uses his free ganic hand to caress your cheek, looking down at you like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever seen. 

The feeling of his palm pressed against you is soothing, comforting even. You nuzzle into his touch instinctively. 

It’s all a sweet, tender moment before River begins folding your legs up to your shoulders. You don’t have a second to think back on it before his thighs spread wider beneath you, the girth of his large cock sliding in deep, pressing thickly against your fluttering walls. 

Fuck. You almost lose yourself, then— lips falling agape, nails biting into the curvature of his bicep as his hips press flush with your own. You want to moan. You wanna cry out— so so fucking bad. 

But you know you can’t. 

Shit, River swears he could bust on the spot from the way you pathetically look at him, pupils blown and watery, eyes halfway shut. “Awh,” he whispers near silently before he braces himself and pulling your hips up to his waist, leaving your back arched gorgeously. You feel completely full again. 

His hips are finally still, giving you both a moment to recuperate. This time around, your cunt clenches down extra tight, your body seeming extra sensitive. He can read your reactions like a book— and he’s enjoying every little cute reaction he’s pulling out of you. 

River hums to himself, before straightening back again. He pulls out all the way— till just his aching tip is left throbbing inside of you. 

And all you can do is watch when he rocks back in and out again and again as if testing how deep he’s claimed his pretty little killer.  

But with a muddled mind and blurry eyes, you’re more focused on how he’s moving, the way his body moves back and forth inside you, claiming you. Your instincts kick in as this strong man overpowers you and takes control of you most dangerously, but you accept it all. Just the feeling of his hands on your hips, his touch all over you as you look at him...fuck, you feel complete. You’re a dangerous merc in her prime, and yet here you are, fucked absolutely dumb by River Ward. Fuck, old man’s got some goddamn stamina, it’s impressive. 

But secretly, he’s not sure if he can take it anymore— the pace of his hips falter for a second. Fuckkkkk. He grasps onto the meat of your thighs, his hips beginning to falter, slow down; his thighs beginning to tremble.

The overstimulation that comes with dragging his cock in and out of your tight pussy might just be the catalyst for him. He uses his remaining strength to hold himself deep inside of his lil’ merc, relishing the way you dig your nails into the curve of his bicep as he fucks into you steadfastly. 

Now, it's you who's not sure if you can take it anymore. You can feel his hips slowing down, his grip on you faltering as he struggles to pull himself together. Your nails dig into his arms, digging deeper each time you feel that familiar feeling building up within you. Your thighs start trembling as your entire body is quaking underneath his...it's about to be all over for you.

You squeeze your eyes shut, trying to control yourself like he had when you were trying to lure him deeper into you, but the build-up of pressure inside of you is too much to contain...it's beginning to spill over as the tension between you two builds up even higher. Your eyes continue to flutter with each slide in, and you’re panting at the burning euphoric release beginning to bubble in your chest. It’s all too much for you— far too much. 

River’s dick knocks against your plushy walls over and over again, making your breaths ragged and short, making you spew out little high-pitched hoarse sighs as he claims you as his own after waiting for sooo long. 

Every thrust inside of you has you trembling, panting, trembling again—your body can't take this anymore, the build-up is beginning to turn into a burst within you. You close your eyes, squeezing them shut tightly as this burning euphoric release inside of you is simply too much....too much for you to handle. Your entire body feels like it's boiling over, the pressure inside of you reaching an all-time high. 

The pressure building up in your tummy is too much to handle. You’ve resisted your orgasm, you’ve fought it, but suddenly the need for release becomes too difficult to hold back. Your body jolts up and you press your chest against him as you release, panting and whimpering as the pressure inside you is finally releasing. Finally, you cum, coating River’s cock in a ring of opaque white liquid. 

The feeling of relief spreads through your entire body as you release, feeling your body tense and shudder with your inner pleasure flowing out of you as you moan out his name and you feel his grip tightening the harder that you bite into his arm, holding back from saying anymore even though you know you can’t keep it in anymore. Your lips quiver with anticipation as you feel the build-up of pleasure rise inside of you, and it’s so hard not to just explode but you hold back as he thrusts faster inside you.

His hands are shaky under the weight of your trembling thighs, underneath the weight of your explosive climax. His thrusts slow down to a halt, both his mechanical and ganic hands gripping your waist tight. 

Deliberately, he slides himself all the way out, making you feel every inch of his cock down to the last vein, before slamming himself back inside one last time. 

No longer can he stand the feeling of holding back— he needs to cum. 

Every pump of his hips is accompanied by a short shudder and an exhale of your name as he’s losing himself to you, to the grip and clutch of your nails digging deeper into his arms. You know he’s close. And oh, is every little sign of his oncoming orgasm so so heavenly— the way his cock noticeably throbs within your constricting, gummy, tight walls—  the way he’s allowing the occasional whimper to slip from his parted lips.

Your entire body’s trembling and quaking as he pulls away from you, both in the act of withdrawal and the satisfaction of fulfilling what he’s sought after for so long now. You’re breathless from his touch, quivering in your body, your eyes unable to focus on anything but the sight of him biting his lip…he's so so close to cumming— it’s all so damn delicious. 

His mechanical hand presses into your thigh, the heat of his grip burning deep against your skin as he strokes his length, his breath shallow as he looks down at you, his eyes focused. River’s metal hand grips meanly into your thigh as his ganic’ one strokes his length, biting down hard into his lip to suppress himself.  

Instead of gazing back into his eyes, you’re gazing down at his glistening dick as he finally cums— the liquid is thick, warm, and milky, all splattering onto your lower stomach. 

The feel of his release all over you leaves you gasping as reality sets in. Once the heat disappears and the sensation finally dies down, you’re left with a whole new wave of emotions that you haven’t ever experienced before. Your body is still shaking from the release, and his breath is heavy as he looks down at you. You two are a mess. 

River lays down there next to you, panting heavily as he stares over at you. His breathing is quick and heavy, and he's completely out of breath from the entire night, but he's smiling slightly, a look in his eyes that seems almost...relieved and content. You can’t help but to just admire how fuckin’ adorable he is before he reaches over to brush your hair aside, wiping the sweat from your forehead. 

River’s soft with you— in your line of work, there’s no room for this much tenderness. You melt underneath his touch, a satisfied little sigh escaping you as your eyes flutter shut. You’re finally feeling comfortable enough to relax with him, to let your guard down and allow yourself to be a little soft with him. You feel at ease with him— finally at peace with not having to constantly be on high alert. You can relax.

But River’s all too aware of the mess he’s left you with. Gently, he lowers himself to you, softly murmuring in your ear. 

 “Just one sec, V… gotta get you cleaned up.”

As he stands, you're left helpless and vulnerable. The warmth of his touch is gone, replaced by a chill that leaves you feeling a little empty. Rivers' footsteps echo in the silent space between you as you lie there, alone in your thoughts.

The intimacy between the two of you may have faded, but the lingering after-effects remain. Your body is still trembling from the release, and your mind is clouded with the remnants of ecstasy. You’re left feeling vulnerable and exposed. A mess. 

As River's footsteps echo through the room, you feel helpless and weak. Your body has been taken by him, and you’re left behind. To be cleaned up. You're his.

When he returns, he has a soft, warm towel in one hand, and one of his tanktops in the other. He places the tank top down on the bed right next to you. River's hand reaches out and starts to gently wipe down your body with the cloth, working to clean up the mess left behind. His touch is gentle, tender, and caring. You appreciate his efforts to clean up the mess he's left you with.

You feel like a mess, his mess. His hands are gentle and meticulous as he cleans you up, his touch different from the rough grip you felt during the night. His soft touch is comforting, reassuring, and so at odds with the intensity of the night. Yet, at the same time, it shows the other side of the intense man you know so well. The delicate one, hidden from the world.

He’s not squeezing or gripping tightly— just gently wiping you down, making sure not to squeeze too hard as he does his best to get you clean. His touch is tender he begins wiping you down, making sure to avoid the more sensitive areas like your inner thighs, and before making his way up with the soft cloth. 

You feel yourself close to slipping away into a deep sleep, only for his warm voice to pull you back into the present.

“Hey…V,” River murmurs softly. “Got a shirt for you…” He’s grinning as he holds up a crumpled-up tank top he had set aside earlier— a small grin forming around your lips as you see the words “FUCK THE POLICE” printed across the front.

”Figured you’d like it…” he chuckles faintly, holding it up for you to take.

Despite your exhaustion, a little giggle leaves your lips at the sight of the printing on the front. Fuck, he’s adorable. River’s smile is contagious, filling you with a type of fondness you haven’t experienced in a long goddamn time. You graciously accept the shirt, sliding it over your head, a soft sigh escaping you as it settles over your frame. The fabric is soft, and it keeps you covered from the coolness of the night air. It’s a little big on you, but you like it that way— it’s comfy, and you’re beyond grateful for the little gesture. 

River slides into bed next to you, remaining silent as he watches settle. His eyes wander up and down your body, appreciating the way the fabric of his shirt hangs loosely around your frame. He likes the look, and it’s cute. It’s not something he’s used to, but the sight of you like this— it’s endearing to him.

You can feel the exhaustion creeping in, settling into your bones after the long day's events. As he watches you settle in, you can sense his silent appreciation and affection, his gaze tracing the lines of your body with a softness you haven't often encountered.

"Thanks for tonight," River murmurs, his voice filled with gratitude and a hint of weariness as a yawn interrupts his words. He briefly presses a little kiss to your forehead, before rolling over. "Goodnight, V."

His words linger in the air, carrying a sense of appreciation and tenderness that touches your heart. With a soft smile, you reply, "Goodnight, River…" before snuggling closer to him, seeking his warmth as the chill of the night settles in around you.

The two of you lay there, entangled in the silence of your first night together. All you can hear is the sound of his breath against your throat, the silent rustle of his sheets, and the faint thrum of his heart. You feel so safe, so warm, so loved in his arms. River radiates a sense of peace within you, one that you hadn't felt on your own. And with him comes a feeling of protection, a feeling of belonging.

Shooting Star Lover! A short SonAmy Oneshot 💖💙⭐️

Alternative Cover!

Dance with me?

I did a post on my other blog about slow dancing, and I loved writing it, so I decided to write something like that here too. It turned more into a comfort thing though. It’s a holoform thing also, because I just felt like writing him as a human, so I’ll be tagging this as humanformers. I’m so glad I wrote something other than requests, it’s been a while since I did something like this. I’m gonna get back to the requests later this week though, so no worries

•You’d invited Optimus to your place for the night, because you just felt like you could both use some time together

•You ate dinner together, and had some wine, and he was pretty quiet the whole evening

•He doesn’t talk very much in the first place, but now even less for some reason

•When you had eaten, he collected all the dishes and piled them in the sink, but you noticed he sort of hovered next to the sink, like he didn’t know what to do

•You grabbed his hand and he turned to face you, he looked exhausted and so very stressed it made your heart ache

•You just ask him “Dance with me?” and he just nods

•You had had some melodic music playing very quietly in the background, so you pulled him closer and guided his hands to your waist

•Optimus is very tall, even in his holoform, so you’re about shoulder height to him

•You wrap your hand together behind his lower back  and just hold him close, while starting to sway lightly

•You can feel his body being really tense, before he finally relaxes and exhales very deeply

•Optimus is resting his chin on top of your head and he has his eyes closed

•You know how stressed he is and you’re honestly surprised he hasn’t broken down in a while

•Now he’s just holding you like his life depends on it, he’s so scared for you every day, he knows the decepticons know about you and he knows how vindictive Megatron is

•You start to feel him shuddering while you hold each other, and you can hear him crying very quietly

• You try to pull back a bit to see his face, but he embraces you tighter and asks you not to pull away

•You just hug him back and stay in his arms, you’re not swaying to the music anymore, you’re just standing there, holding each other

•After a while he apologizes if he ruined your evening by crying, but you just place your hands on his cheeks gently and tell him that he never needs to apologize to you for something like that

•Optimus embraces you again, this time lifting your feet off the floor and just whispers a teary “thank you” into your ear

•You’re so very dear to him, you’re his light in all the darkness that is his life in the middle of the war he’s fighting

•He treasures moments like this with you so much, he would love it if he could spend his life with you, no war, no fear of you getting hurt by someone who hates him so much they’d relish in the pain your death would bring him

•Just him, with you, forever

“Hey – is that a picture of Jazz?”

“Yeah, he left it with me his last visit.”

“Hahaha! Who’s the nerd getting noogied?”

“That’s me, Sideswipe.”

“…oh. You uh, look good. Who’s the guy doing it?”

“His name’s Cliffjumper …  another good friend of mine.

Been a long time since I last saw him. A real long time.”

I’ve boarded the feels train to hell and I’m taking you all with me.

Thought on being Genji's first love after his accident.

After coming to terms with his new body under Zenyatta's guide, he still never really put himself put there. Back before Genji always had someone to spend time with, he never was as alone as he was now. He always had a girlfriend or many people he spoke to, but now it's just him and a body he still didn't really like to look at. He more focused on training, meditation and any missions overwatch sent him on.

That was until the new overwatch recruit came along, they were friendly and treated him like a human. He enjoyed talking to them, either training alongside them or a quick wave when they passed by. He felt his heart quicken a little bit when they were near but he pushed those feelings down, nobody could love something like him right?

Soon enough him and that new recruit would spend time outside of overwatch, getting lunch together or him walking them home. With enough convincing, he would eventually show his face to them. Removing the helmet willingly for once, his face was so pretty you couldn't help but admire it. Genji felt embarrassed, scars were everywhere and he didn't like to think about them.

He reached for his mask again but you caught his hand, stopping him from covering his face again. He relented and let you touch his face, his cheeks were dusted a soft pink and he averted your gaze.

"I don't know why you cover your face, it's very handsome."

His blush deepened, he tried to reply but he couldn't think of any words. You realized what you said but before you could apologize he spoke.

"Thank you.. I. I never expected to hear that.."

He smiled softly, he took your hand in his.

"Especially not from someone as beautiful as you."

Genji never thought he would be called handsome again, but maybe this was the beginning of something new.

Cayde-6 fanfic request incoming beep beep

Y/N (female) comes back to Cayde-6 after running like 4 raids in a day, absolutely tired, and Cayde just scoops her up, gives her something to eat and takes her somewhere to sleep (possibly dragging Cayde along. He is not escaping the cuddles)

Thank you in advance :)

Thank you so much for the request, anon!!!

Hopefully this is what you had in mind, I had a lot of fun with this one. <3

I Know Places

Cayde-6 x fem!Reader

One Shot.

Description: Okay so this is set in post Red War era before everything goes to shit. Just fluffy stuff. Also you’re a hunter, so, sorry titans/warlocks.

Today wasn’t even supposed to be that bad.

A raid, maybe a round of Gambit if you felt like it.

And of course, after all the shit you’ve been through in the last few months, it was anything but.

One raid turned into four, which were chock full of all kinds of fallen, hive, and cabal that were particularly hell-bent on putting you in the dirt.

Every inch of your body is sore as you exit your ship, grunting as each step you take sends painful shocks running up your legs.

You pull the hood of your cloak off, tugging your helmet off and running your hands through your messy hair.

Your plans for the night consist of eating something as fast as you can and then crashing into bed. That’s before you hear a familiar, very chipper voice behind you.

It’s not that you don’t like him. Quite the opposite. Cayde’s your vanguard, your boss, in simpler terms. Which is exactly why being around him is so hard when you like him as much as you do.

Too much.

You turn around, too tired to force the small off your face that appears when you see him.

“Hey, darlin’!” He calls out to you, jogging to catch up with you. That’s the other issue you have with Cayde-6.

It’s getting difficult to pretend you don’t like it when he flirts with you. Which he does.

A lot.

“Hey, six.” You try to sound at least half awake when you respond, clearly failing when a small laugh bubbles up from his chest.

“Long day?” He asks, toning his voice down a bit. If he was being honest, he was excited to see you.

He always is.

What might seem like some playful flirting to you is so much more to him. He’s just too damn scared to take it further.

Plus, you’re the best guardian this tower’s got. Not the type to date your vanguard.

Cayde curses that fact everyday.

You snap him out of his self-pitying thoughts with an exhausted response.

“You’ve got no idea.” You groan, rubbing the back of your neck.

What he’s thinking right now is how much he misses feeling like you do right now. Exhausted yet satisfied after a long day out there, defending the city, doing what feels like a real job.

Although, he doesn’t say that. He figures it’d probably just piss you off at this point.

Besides, you’ve helped sneak him out of the tower enough times to exempt you from listening to his whining about being cooped up all day.

He still remembers what he always used to do after days like this, it was nice. Relaxing.

Something he thinks you’d like.

He’s taking your hand in his before you can protest, dragging you off to God knows where.

You sigh, trying your best to ignore the shock that runs up your arm when his hand grasps yours.

It feels right.

And yet, you know you can’t let yourself think like this. Think about him like this.

You can’t be more than what you already are. Zavala still scolds the two of you with a less than subtle reminder of your difference in ranking every time he catches the Cayde flirting with you in the hangar.

And you doing it right back.

You used to try to maintain some professionalism at first.

That ended pretty quick.

Since the second you walked into the tower after being revived, you and Cayde have been playing a long lasting game of cat and mouse.

At first it was simple attraction. You’re gorgeous, he noticed, and in his usual fashion, he pursued.

That also ended pretty quick.

It morphed into something different. A sort of comfort you found in eachother. For him, you were everything he missed about being a guardian in a person.

Spontaneous, witty, brave, wild, quick on your feet and quicker with your words.

And for you?

Cayde was a break. A break from feeling like the entirety of the Last City rests on your shoulders.

Since your first day as a guardian, everybody acted like you were supposed to know what you were doing.

Everybody but Cayde.

It was even worse because you’re as good as you are. Once the Vanguard realized they could rely on you, you’ve been their personal work-horse. Any job, any threat, anything at all. You’re the one to call.

But when you’re with Cayde, in the moments like these, you feel like a normal person. At least for a little while.

Whether it’s sneaking out of the tower in the middle of the night or just spending time with him in the hangar, he’s a solace.

He looks at you like more than just a means to an end. The quickest way to get a job done.

He likes you for who you are, not just what you’re capable of.

More than likes you, although, you don’t know that yet.

He quickly leads you through the tower, through some hallways, and onto a high ledge overlooking the courtyard.

And God, it’s beautiful.

The sky is painted a million different shades of orange as the sun sets, casting shadows over the thousands of pine trees that lay under the tower.

You’ve never seen it from this high up, and you follow readily when Cayde beckons you to sit next to him, feet dangling over the edge of the concrete.

You slowly sit down, wincing as your body burns with the movement.

It’s quiet for a little while, a rarity when it comes to Cayde.

He lifts his arm a bit hesitantly, laying it over your shoulders. He rubs your arm slowly, dissipating any chill from the crisp fall air.

“Hell of a view, huh?” His voice is lower than normal as he interrupts the silence.

It might just be your favorite sound.

You slowly loosen up, leaning your head against his shoulder.

“Yeah, it is…thank you.” You whisper back, trying to soak up the moment as much as you can.

Nobody around to watch and point. Gossip about the Vanguard and his favorite hunter.

It’s one of the few times you don’t have to pretend this is nothing.

That all the flirting, the midnight escapades, the dirty jokes he whispers to you during meetings just to see you blush.

It’s all more than what it seems.

And you…

You mean more to him than you could ever really know.

“Course, sweetheart” The petname slips from his mouth so casually, like it’s the most normal thing on the planet.

And really, it is.

The two of you know you love each other. You don’t need to say a word.

“Y’know, you should give yourself a break every once in a while.” He suggests lightly, already knowing what you’ll say in response.

You laugh a bit, shaking your weary head. “I can’t.”

Bingo.

He knows you a little too well.

“What if I order you to?” Cayde nudges you lightly, forcing himself not to close the gap between the two of you when you look up at him.

Your head still rests on his shoulder, and your eyes are illuminated by the moonlight casting down on the two of you.

“I’ll ignore you.” You quip back, a small smirk on your lips.

The sight of you knocks the wind out of him.

You’re beautiful in a way he’s not nearly artful enough to describe.

“I’ll fire you.” He threatens with sarcasm lacing his words.

You really laugh at that one, leaning into his body further. He’s warm, and comfortable, and you’re exhausted.

Plus, you’ll take the excuse to be close to him.

“I’m you’re favorite and we both know it. You could never fire me.” You answer cockily.

You’re right. He already hates being stuck in the tower enough. If you weren’t there to keep him company he’d probably have gone awol by now.

“Yeah…yeah, you are.” He laughs as he speaks, and he means for it to sound like a joke. But, there’s a sincerity there.

One you both know the meaning of.

One you catch even as you drift off to sleep, practically laying on his chest at this point.

And yet, you don’t need to say anything about it. Not now.

Not quite yet.

For now, you can stay like this.

Together, with your wordless agreement that neither of you have to acknowledge that this is more than friendship.

More than a mutual crush, too.

And instead of the entire universe and all it’s problems, you can be his for the night.

A/N: Okay so, I got a little carried away (obviously), but I still hope y’all enjoyed. And thank you once again for the request, anon! After my last series, writing some super fluffy fluffiness is a nice break.

If you guys have any more requests for any characters I write for (you can find the list in my ask box) please drop them in! I really love doing these <3

- di

Eyes are a gateway to the soul

Shadows eyes where filled with so much joy and love when he is with his sister Maria

I mean look how happy he was with her. She was his world.

When you love something more then you love yourself, that’s when you experience true loss. And shadow loved his sister, he still does. But that spark… the spark she gave him, will never be the same

but that’s the thing about grief and loss. You change.

but that love, that pure love only this brother and sister can have was beautiful. Maria and Shadows love for each other.. is one of the best things in the sonic franchise. Because they just wanted to be a family. They just wanted to have each other, they just wanted to live a life together. Cause that’s the greatest treasure anyone can have is to spend a life with the people you love. But Maria and shadow never get that chance. And that’s why it’s so heart breaking.

You hold the cloth down onto your side, trying to stop the blood from pouring out. It has passed the point of pain, an eerie numbness spreading throughout your body. No longer able to stand, you feel your shoulder impact the wall and slide down, a smeared trail of red following the motion. You don’t have a medkit and, even if you did, the bullet is still lodged inside your flesh. You gasp out. It’s like trying to keep your head above the waves as you drift off at sea.

You almost feel as if you are ready to let the waves overtake you. To succumb to the water.

He comes to you, the man who is half machine. You hear him shouting your name in the distance, a hazy and echoing feeling. Your eyes are so heavy now, it’s hard to keep them open. You hear him call for backup as he races towards you, kneeling at your side.

“Hey Genji,” you murmur weakly, trying to manage a smile. The lights in the distance blur your eyes but you see the familiar metal mask looking at you, then back to your wound. “I was… a little careless.”

“We will get you help. Stay with me.”

“I guess… all that fancy sword stuff… really does help to not get shot.” You try to chuckle but it ends in a light cough. You want to close your eyes so badly.

“Wake up! Please. You need to fight this.”

You feel his hands taking off your helmet. Cold to the touch. You realize your face is burning up as he pushes back the hair from your face.

“’M okay. I’m just… so tired.”

You let your eyes rest for a moment as he covers your hand with his, applying pressure with the cloth. It’s uncomfortable, stinging slightly before fading back to a dull pulse.

“Was it this bad… for you?”

He’s quiet for a moment. “I do not recall. After… very much so. But I do not remember the pain.”

“What do you remember?” A weak question, barely more than a whisper.

Another pause. “Flowers. A field of flowers. From my childhood. A cabin in the countryside. Flowers of all colors. It was warm there. The sun was warm. It was… nice.”

“Is that where… where we go, you think?”

“You are not going anywhere.” A firm response before the break in his voice. “I need you here.”

The heaviness in your body makes you dizzy and your head lulls back to rest against the wall. You smile weakly. “Okay.”

You can’t recall what happens next. It’s like viewing the world through the wave that keeps crashing down on you, over and over. A peaceful moment of calm before a surge of dizziness and pain. The world spins around you, lights flashing behind your closed eyes and hurried voices shouting directions at one another.

You feel a soft, warm sensation on your forehead. Lips, gently placed. Delicate and protective, like the petals of a flower. The feeling spreads throughout your body, each inch of your body springing to life with another. Red, yellow, pink. The flowers bloom inside of you. Your body is the field from which they spring forth.

A beautiful place. But only to visit.

The darkness takes you.

When you stir, you hear the faint sounds of machinery beeping beside you. The fluorescent lights above are dull. The sheets tucked around you are stiff and pressed. You are stiff and pressed, too. Heavy and weak.

You open your eyes slowly. He’s there, sitting just feet from you. Hunched over, head in his hands. Maskless, the carbon fiber flesh that crawls up his throat visible.

Your voice is hoarse, dry. But you manage a small “Hey.”

He looks over to you, stunned. There are dark circles under his eyes. He rushes to your side before cautiously kneeling before you.

“Hey.”

You smile, despite the aching pain. Your shaky hand reaches out to the side of his scarred face, still in a state of shock. He looks at you with such an incredulous expression. With all of the reassurance you can muster behind your voice, you say, “I came back.”

Soft eyes meet yours as he leans into your touch, placing a hand over yours as a weak smile breaks out on his face.

“Welcome back.”

Florence Castle's HEROES OF CYBERTRON - Ep. 03: DRIFT

NOTA: Alcune immagini non sono mie, ma vengono dal sito DeviantArt. Articolo scritto da me, con l'approvazione di @jazzluca.

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PUNTATA 3: DRIFT, uno stoico samurai robot

I fan di primo pelo dei Transformers, quando sentono nominare un certo Autobot spadaccino dai tratti orientaleggianti e dal rigido codice d’onore, certamente si domanderanno: ma chi è ‘sto tizio? Ebbene, questo personaggio è stato creato dalla mente di Shane McCarthy e dalla matita dell’italiano Guido Guidi, mossi dall’idea di sapere cosa accadrebbe se un ex Decepticon diventasse un Autobot; nasce così DRIFT, uno spadaccino dall’apparente aspetto angelico per via della prevalenza del bianco nella livrea.

Dal punto di vista etimologico, il suo nome è basato sul “drifting” (cioè “derapare”),tecnica di guida giapponese che molti automobilisti professionisti usano spesso per superare le curve più strette del circuito senza perdere velocità: questo è il motivo per cui il personaggio in esame ha assunto l’altmode terrestre di un’auto sportiva, figlia di un bolide di Fast and Furious e una NASCAR. Nome e altmode a parte, sono le origini da Decepticon a renderlo unico e “stoico”. Infatti, prima di essere il Bot che noi tutti conosciamo e amiamo, Drift si chiamava Deadlock; dapprima uno sfortunato senzatetto che viveva in strada a rubacchiare Energon per sopravvivere, poi fedele guerriero al soldo di Megatron che “combatte contro gli Autobot con una coppia di potenti fucili”, prima di “raggiungere l’illuminazione” grazie ad un pugno di Cybertroniani neutrali del cosiddetto “Circolo della Luce”.

L’esordio del personaggio risale al 2008 tra le pagine IDW, anche se in quel caso (All Hail Megatron #5) era solo una mera comparsa; per la prima vera apparizione in cartaceo dobbiamo aspettare l’anno seguente, per lo Spotlight: Drift, ma le aspettative sono state tutt’altro che rosee: ciò che leggiamo in queste tavole sembra la bozza di una sceneggiatura scritta troppo in fretta, con situazioni stereotipate scopiazzate a destra e manca e ributtate assieme alla rinfusa. L’effetto pathos e la voglia di leggerne ancora che l’autore, forse, si illude di creare non rivelando tutti gli elementi della storia di Drift non nasce nel lettore. Peccato, però, che non tutti la pensavano in questo modo, tanto che nel 2010 la IDW ha addirittura pubblicato una miniserie dedicata a Drift e sempre scritta da McCarthy. Il tiro è lievemente migliorato, perché questa volta leggiamo le origini del personaggio da rude Decepticon braccato da un feroce cacciatore di taglie, fino a ricevere finalmente l’aspetto che abbiamo imparato a conoscere. Negli anni Dieci del Duemila, nel frattempo, Drift diventa a tutti gli effetti l’Autobot preferito della IDW al punto da ritrovarlo come protagonista nella saga Empire of Stone e poi tra gli Autobot protagonisti di More than Meets the Eye prima e Lost Light poi. Da allora, sfortunatamente, Drift non è più comparso in altri media in quanto personaggio esclusivamente dei fumetti... fino al 2014.

Quell’anno, infatti, segna il suo ritorno in chiave moderna col debutto sul grande schermo negli ultimi capitoli della saga Transformers live action diretta da MichaelBay, ovvero L’Era dell’Estinzione e L’Ultimo Cavaliere! In questo caso, se l’originale omonimo “cartaceo” ricordava in parte un samurai, il Drift bayformer appesantisce il concetto tanto nel look quanto nella parlata: una caricatura di MTMTE ed è pure un Triple Changer, poiché oltre alla modalità di Bugatti Veyron sfoggia anche quella di elicottero. In effetti, Drift è il primo “Tripla Azione” del Movie-verso, considerando i due altmode completamente diversi e non uno ibrido dell’altro. E sebbene sia un’altra caratteristica fondamentale del Drift originale e che sia menzionata nelle Bio dei personaggi, il fatto di essere un ex-Decepticon non viene mai detto nel film. Magari gli sceneggiatori sono partiti da Springer (famoso Autobot nel brand armato di spada e con due altmode proprio di auto ed elicottero) per creare il personaggio che poi è divenuto Drift. Guerriero giapponese a tutti gli effetti, seppur stereotipato fino al midollo, e con una nuova livrea nera e blu con tocchi dorati... per poi diventare rosso e nero e con l’altmode di Mercedes AMG GT R nel successivo capitolo della saga di Bay.

Ovviamente non possiamo non menzionare delle brevi particine in altri universi TF. Ad esempio, per la serie Animated, c’è un Drift nel volume The Complete AllSpark Almanac del 2010, sebbene il suo design somigliante a Blurr/Cheetor non piacesse al padre della serie in persona, Derrick J.Wyatt. Due anni dopo, riappare nell’universo speculare Shattered Glass nei panni di un guerriero sempre pronto a “spazzare via quegli invasori che osano varcare la soglia del suo universo”. Quest’ultima versione, inoltre, nasconde una piccola, divertente curiosità: Drift è stato per la prima volta descritto dalla Fun Publications (cioè la casa proprietaria dell’officiale Club dei Collezionisti Transformers e della Convention ad essa dedicata) come “il Bot chiacchierone”. Infatti, se il G1Drift è un “oscuro ninja” cauto, silenzioso e prudente, lo Shattered Glass è letteralmente il suo esatto opposto; un folle mercenario, appunto, che è solito rompere la quarta parete spesso e volentieri esattamente come l’(anti)eroe più pazzo e degenerato della Marvel, Deadpool!

Nella primavera del 2015, in occasione dell’arrivo della nuova serie animata successiva a Prime, Drift esordisce anche in TV in Robots in Disguise, più precisamente nel dodicesimo episodio della Stagione 1, intitolato La Stagione di Caccia: qui la squadra di Bumblebee si ritrova ad affrontare il noto robot-samurai e la sua nemesi, il Decepticon Fracture, impegnati ad aggiudicarsi la taglia che l’Alto Consiglio ha posto sulla testa di Bee dopo la sua irruzione in un certo museo su Cybertron. Solo cinque episodi dopo, Si è Perso un Minicon!, si assiste al suo ingresso permanente nel Bee Team, diventando uno degli Autobot principali del cast. Curiosamente, in questa serie, Drift ha mantenuto sì il look da samurai, ma più edulcorato e con un’inedita combinazione di arancione/nero/rosso che ironicamente era il primo schema cromatico usato nei primi concept art della sua controparte cinematografica. In realtà, troviamo diverse parti in comune tra i due Drift: in primo luogo, usano lo stesso codice d’onore personale in combattimento, quindi condividono quella magica aura stoica che rende entrambi i personaggi “mistici”; in secondo luogo, l’altmode del RiD Drift ricorda una Bugatti Veyron, appunto lo stesso veicolo nel quale si trasformava la sua controparte filmica; infine, il rapporto tra lui e Bumblebee è simile sia nel cartone che nel film, in quanto hanno pareri contrastanti su leadership, strategia e combattimento tali da far nascere in loro una lieve rivalità. Ciononostante, si comportano come dei buoni compagni di squadra tanto sul campo di battaglia quanto fuori.

Ben più innovativa è la controparte Cyberverse del 2018/19, in cui il personaggio intraprende un vero e proprio percorso di transizione: questa, infatti, è indubbiamente la prima versione di Drift a essere sempre stata un Decepticon, rompendo la tradizione dei suoi predecessori permanentemente radicati alla fazione degli Autobot. Esteticamente Deadlock appare come una versione modificata del G1 Springer di Guido Guidi – seppur con alcune differenze quali la posizione del simbolo Decepticon e la cabina dell’altmode sul petto – mentre Drift è identico in tutto e per tutto all’omonimo G1 salvo per licenze stilistiche minori (i piedi che assomigliano alle calzature tradizionali giapponesi simili alle nostre infradito, per esempio).

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Come promesso dai rumor susseguitisi durante la sua creazione e apparizione nei fumetti, anche Drift è stato riprodotto come modellino: il primo di una lunga serie ha inaugurato la linea Generations del 2010, quest’ultima allo scopo di proseguire idealmente lo stile delle precedenti Classics ed Universe 2.0. In altmode questo Deluxe si presenta come un ibrido tra una Nissan Silvia S15 e una Mitsubishi FTO e, nel complesso, è fedelissimo al design di Guidi, ogni dettaglio è riprodotto superbamente! Altmode dalla colorazione tamarra come poche, un robot che strizza l’occhio a tutti i Gundam dal ‘91 in poi, per tacer dello spadone à la Final Fantasy con tanto di kanji... due dei quali sono presenti anche sulle portiere del veicolo, tra l’altro! Di questo bestione sono susseguite altre ristampe e recolor: due Takara United (un Drift e un Blurr simili ai rispettivi Generations ma con una colorazione più fedele alle controparti cartacee), lo Shattered Glass Timeline in esclusiva per il Club dei Collezionisti, il Blurr dell’Hasbro Platinum Edition... e infine Deadlock, uscito per la linea Takara Legends.

Per il Drift bayformer, dobbiamo aspettare il 2014 per l’inedita linea del quarto film di Bay – linea che, ripetiamo, non è mai arrivata in Italia. Il Deluxe è squisitamente pregevole e ben articolato, nonostante la colorazione prevalentemente sul blu che con la controparte CG quasi non centra nulla; tuttavia, il Takara Movie Advance e l’Hasbro Platinum Edition compensano con una show accuracy migliore, mentre il modellino per la successiva linea The Last Knight è solo leggermente riscolpito e ricolorato per assomigliare al “nuovo” Drift vestito da Mercedes. Per la successiva linea celebrativa Studio Series (2019/20), viene ripresentato il modellino di cui sopra ma con una livrea molto più somigliante alla controparte cinematografica. Inoltre, abbiamo già detto che Drift è il primo effettivo Triple Changer, ma purtroppo gli addetti ai lavori non sono riusciti a replicare la cosa tra i modellini, nonostante ne esista uno a parte per la modalità di elicottero... che però è il remold di Dark of the Moon Skyhammer. Stesso discorso per il Drift elicottero della Studio Series, anch’esso remold pesante di Bumblebee (2018) Dropkick.

Anche nella linea Robots in Disguise (2015) Drift ha ricevuto millemila trattamenti. Dall’One-Step al Legion, fino al 3-Step Changers, passando poi a un Warrior da applausi e un interessante ma mediocre Deployer... sì, perché questa versione di Drift è accompagnata da Minicon, anch’essi con un look tra il samurai e il ninja: Jetstorm è quello in nero e armato di nunchuck, omonimo tanto del Generale dei Vehicon jet di Beast Machines quanto del gemello blu di Animated Jetfire. Slipstream è invece quello in rosso e armato di naginata, un omonimo questa volta del clone femminile di Animated Starscream (che solo nelle reincarnazioni più recenti è diventato un personaggio autonomo). Inoltre, il solo Warrior Drift ha ben quattro versioni (escludendo la canonica Hasbro), tra cui un Origins Drift della Takarae un Alpine Strike della Hasbro che raffigurano il personaggio con un look reminiscente alla controparte IDW G1.

Di tutt’altro stampo, invece, sono i Warrior della linea Cyberverse, che rappresentano rispettivamente l’incarnazione Decepticon e Autobot del personaggio. Nonostante i due modelli si somiglino per colore e scultura dell’altmode, i robot hanno una diversa morfologia e gimmik d’attacco, oltre al fatto che Drift è dotato di articolazioni ai polsi. Non saranno i modellini più belli della linea, ma di sicuro rendono giustizia a un Bot pesantemente sottovalutato dalla maggior parte delle masse!

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CONCLUSIONE

Drift passerà sicuramente alla storia non solo per il fascino del suo look ispirato al paese del Sol Levante tanto amato da noi occidentali, ma anche per il carisma del personaggio raffigurato che sfocia fra l’anonimo e il conosciuto. Certo, le incarnazioni avute con gli anni sono diversissime ma tutte sono state coerenti e rispettose nei confronti del capostipite IDW. Un caso più unico che raro, detto francamente, e mi fa piacere vederlo in uno dei miei (ennesimi!) Bot preferiti. 😅

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

My own Silver the Hedgehog headcanons! 🤍

Just Silver

• As a child, it was very difficult for him to take control of his physic powers and often caused unintentional messes; this led to his family cutting him off.

• Even if he learned to enhance his abilities as he grew older, occasional outbursts were still common. Luckily a tech friend built the bracelets to keep them intact.

• In the future, there are legends about an unstoppable hero who would always save the world with his speed and endless optimism (his name was lost through time) . Silver grew up with these stories and was inspired to be like a hero too.

• The Silver which has been seen since ‘Rivals’ isn’t the same Silver from 06; he can be more calmer and doesn’t go straight to killing his foes. However, his urge for justice is still somewhat there.

• Oddly enough, Silver has met some of his friends’ descendants before. How does he know this? Either with similar looks or the families praising their ancestors as old-time heroes.

• His favourite subject to study is history, which explains his fascination for what the past was like and how he stays there for some time after helping to save it.

Silver and Blaze

• Silver doesn’t usually talk about his troubles that much, not even to his friends, but Blaze is different. She’s mature for her age like him and is a good listener.

• He’s gotten to know both Cream and Marine pretty well thanks to Blaze; from the rabbit inviting them both for tea to Blaze allowing the raccoon to visit Sonic’s dimension once.

• Whenever Silver feels afraid to return back to his time due to possible resets (this doesn’t happen often) Blaze allows him to rest in her dimension for a short while. Another chance to meet Marine as well.

• Together with his psychokinesis and her pyrokinesis, they can be the most unstoppable duo together - possibly pass the ultimate lifeform himself.

• Despite them meeting for the first time in Sweet Mountain, they have his deep feeling of something familiar about each other. They’re confused about this, but they feel safe around one another, and work greatly in battle. Hopefully someday they’ll find the answer.