Hello! Can I Request Blackwatch Genji Going On A Mission And Sees His Female S/o That He Was With Before

Some more gijinkas cause I got 'em on the brain

Hi, can I get Genji Shimada for the SFW alphabet ask? Not sure if you do all the letters in one ask, but if not, just pick your favorites. Thanks in advance <3

Fun fact about me, I used to be a Genji main back when I first started playing Overwatch :P

A-Z SFW Alphabet (Genji)

A (Affection) - How affectionate are they? How affectionate are you? When do you guys show affection mainly? His PDA in public is similar to his brother you two don’t need to show affection for other people to know you’re together. They just know. You two are fiercely loyal to each other. Sometimes it scares people how dedicated you two are to each other. But when you two are alone OH BOY.

B (Breakups) - If they were to break up with you how would they do it? What would their reasons be? He’s a ride-or-die kind of person with everybody he’s involved with, but if he had to break up with you he’d pull you aside and tell you. He’d ask to remain friends, but if you didn’t want too that’d be fine. His reasons depend. It could be because he thought he was ready for something this intimate but he wasn’t, or it could be something more simple; like you two not being compatible.

C (Cooking) - Who does the cooking? Who's the worse cook? Surprisingly, Genji is a good cook. The downside is that he makes a mess of the kitchen whenever he’s in it. However, he’s very good with a knife. He’s a cyborg, so all of the vegetables or meats he cuts are exactly the same, no matter what arm he uses. He learned how to cook while he was on the run after Blackwatch, and when he went to the Shambali Temple to find peace within himself because he was one of the few people who learned how to cook. You can cook as well, and often you two cook together. You do have to make up for Genji’s dullness of taste, so you have to make two separate pots of stew or whatever you're making. One that is overloaded with spices and seasonings, and another for yourself.

D (Driver) - Who's the best driver? The getaway driver? Just like his brother, Genji doesn’t drive. He knows how too, but he’s a ninja so he doesn’t really need a car to get anywhere. He does a majority of the driving however if you two don’t feel like racing each other to wherever you’re going.

E (Encounter) - How did you two first meet? You two first met at the Shimbali Temple in the Himalayas. You two were just as angry at the world and constantly butted heads. But you two went to therapy (basically) and calmed down.

F (First Kiss) - When was their first kiss? What was it like? Where was it? It was more of a ‘shut the fuck up or I’ll make you' kiss than anything else. It was angry at first but soon dissolved to the point where you two had to pull away cause you couldn’t breathe. Twas the night before Genji left for Overwatch that you two kissed for the first time

G (Giggle) - How do they laugh? How do you laugh? How do you make each other laugh? Genji’s laugh is very quiet, doesn’t matter how funny he finds something. Sometimes you can’t tell he’s laughing, but you see his shoulders shaking. Most of the time he throws his head back and crosses his arms. You make him laugh by pointing at objects and saying ‘Hey, it’s you’ or ‘Hey, it’s me.’. Said objects usually end up being pieces of gum, or trash cans.

H (Hobbies) - What kind of hobbies do you two do together? You two enjoy exploring abandoned places the most. You get to test your skills, you like to say stupid things in hallways that echo, and Genji (like his brother) is technically classified as ‘otherworldly' so no ghosts or poltergeists would dare to attack you.

I (I Love You) - How often do they say 'ILY'? When was the first time they said it? He says it verbally...A LOT. And I’m saying a lot. It’s a running joke between you two at this point, counting how many times you two have said you love each other. The first time he said it was under his breath actually.

J (Jokester) - Do you pull pranks on each other? How many inside jokes do you two have? How playful is your relationship? You know how I said pranks happen quite often while doing Lucio’s ask? Well, imagine that but 10x worse. You two have prank WARS. Nobody is safe either, including Hanzo. He fears for his sanity and reputation because of you two. As you can tell you two are very playful, and as stated before the ‘inside joke’ you two have is how many times you two have said ‘I love you' to each other in a day.

K (Kiss) - How do you two kiss? Most of your kisses tend to be light and soft. Not on the lips though, mainly on the tops of your heads, foreheads, backs of your hands, and cheeks.

L (Little Ones) - How are they around children? Do they want children? How many? Names? Genji is great around children because they remind him of when he was younger and because he’s an awesome cyborg. Not so surprisingly, he doesn't want children. He can’t have children sadly, but even when he was younger he didn’t want them.

M (Mornings) - How are they in the morning? Genji is almost like a lazy cat in the morning. You can tell he’s awake because he’ll start groaning and moving around. If he sees that you’re just waking up, he’ll wrap his arms around you and probably sleep for another half hour.

N (Nights) How are they at night? At first, Genji wasn’t sure if you two could sleep in the same bed, as whenever he sleeps he has a bunch of wires and such so none of his systems shut down or overheat while he’s sleeping. It also charges said systems so there’s a lot of wires. He misses sleeping on his back, but he can sleep on his stomach or side depending on where the wires are set up.

O (Oh The Names) - Any nicknames? Pet names? Most of your nicknames tend to be shorter versions of your names. You often call him ‘Gen’. He calls you ハニー (‘Honey’). One time he even called you 夫 (Husband). You weren’t sure if he was joking or not, he’ll never tell.

Q (Query) How much do they remember about you? Is it the little things, like your favorite flavor of ice cream? Or is it big things like important holidays for you or dates? Genji remembers important dates and such. He does remember your favorite tea flavor, however, which you’re not surprised by.

R (Remember Me) - What's their favorite memory of you? Seeing you leave the Shambali Temple. To him, it meant you were in the same state of mind that he was. He remembers how angry and how pent up that anger was. It was refreshing seeing that someone he regarded as a close friend was able to achieve the same peace of mind he achieved.

S (Strengths) - What's the strongest part of your relationship? Your trust in each other. You two have seen each other at your very worst, so it's rare for anything to be held from one another.

T (Tall) - How tall are they compared to you, or how short are they compared to you? You two are about the same height. You’re 5’’8, whereas Genji is 5’’7.

U (Unity) How do they feel about PDA? What is their main type of love language? What's yours? PDA is a must for Genji when in private. He’s all over you, sitting in your lap, playing with your hair, holding your hand, cuddling, ALL THE TIME. Obviously, his main love language would be words of affirmation, but physical touch is another one on the down low. Yours are gift-giving and quality time.

V (Vanity) - How concerned are they about their looks? How concerned are they about yours? Despite finding peace of mind, Genji still gets self-conscious about his looks sometimes. He wears masks a lot, but you convince him to take them off every now and then. He doesn’t care about what you wear, as long as he can steal your socks or shoes is all that matters

W (Weaknesses) - What is the weakest point in your relationship? Your insecurities. The two had the same teachings of peace, but you two do tend to get self-conscious at times. This causes you two to shut each other out.

X (Xtra) - An extra headcanon. You two have a safeword for when the two of you are uncomfortable with a situation and want to leave. This word is ‘pineapple’.

Y (Yucky) - What is the one thing they don't like about you? It’s that you’re so invested in your work that you sometimes spend the entire night fixing or making something. You remind him of Angela, who he was codependent on for a small while whenever you do that. He also doesn’t like sleeping alone.

Z (Zaney) - How do they act when they're drunk around you? Genji is very easy to get drunk. He doesn’t have a strong liver, so two shot glasses of alcohol are enough to get him drunk. He also doesn’t drink alcohol for that reason, and pure liquids don’t do the best in his systems anyways. But he’s known to be a blackout drunk, however.

“ Be their hero… Be their monument, be their angel, be anything they need you to be. Or be none of it. You don’t owe this world a thing. You never did. “

           - Martha Kent form Batman v Superman: Dawn of Justice

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Greetings! I know youve done genji, but have you done smooches from blackwatch!genji?

HI ANON! God, blackwatch genji is so girlfriend and sad, so this is perfect for smooches! Thanks a ton anon, sorry this took so long lol

"You look tired," you said, cupping Genji's face.

"I am tired." he said back, not once looking at you.

"Come to bed with me."

"I can't do that. I'm busy."

You huffed and laid your chin on his desk. Genji was always working and it wasn't even for the better. His eyes were so dark and overall, he looked like he needed a fifty year nap.

You tilted Genji's chin over so he could look at you and his gaze immediately softened.

"What?" he whispered.

"I'm tired."

"Then go to bed."

"Not without you." You sat up and moved the mask away from Genji's mouth. He hated the way his scars looked so much that he his his face even around you.

He tried to put it back on, but you grabbed his hands.

"Genji. We're both tired. Come to bed with me."

He thought about it for a minute looking between you and his computer screen. Finally, he sighed. "Okay." he said, shutting his computer.

You held Genji's hands and nearly dragged him up the stairs feeling just how tired he was due to how he was moving.

You both threw on something comfortable to sleep in and immediately wrapped each other in your arms.

"I love you, Genji." you said before bringing your lips to his.

You pulled away and noticed the huge smile across his face and he held you down on the bed and you both nearly attacked each other with kisses and giggles.

It didn't take long before you passed out in each other's arms.

<3

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FLORENCE CASTLE’S HEROES OF CYBERTRON - EP. 06: NEMESIS PRIME

Dopo la pausa estiva, e ironia della sorte nel ponte di Halloween, riprendo la mia rubrica Heroes of Cybertron, e come al solito alternando gli Autobot con i Decepticon. Anche se questo qui non si può definirlo tale... insomma, è complicato!

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 6: NEMESIS PRIME, quando il tuo vero nemico è te stesso

Immaginate di essere un Autobot e di trovarvi in strada mentre state tornando alla base. È sera, fuori piove, la visibilità è scarsa. Talmente scarsa che non vi accorgete che un camion familiare vi ha appena affiancato. Penserete: “Bene, è Optimus Prime. Sono al sicuro.”... quanto vi sbagliate! Infatti, in quel momento, lo sconosciuto comincia a speronarvi cercando di mandarvi fuori strada e, prima che possiate riprendere il controllo, scoprite con orrore che quello che sembrava Optimus in realtà non è Optimus: il camion è dipinto di nero, le sue cromature sono sbiadite e ossidate, i fari brillano di un azzurro freddo come il ghiaccio e i parabrezza sono opachi e di colore rosso sangue. Inoltre, ciò che lo rende ancora più inquietante sono gli occhi rossi da Decepticon del robot! Per quanto voi gli urliate di lasciarvi in pace, lui si avvicina imperterrito e con molta freddezza vi elimina senza alcuna pietà prima di tornare da dov’era venuto.

Sembra il classico racconto a tema Halloween con i Transformer, e forse in fondo lo è, ma quello che avete appena incontrato è il protagonista di questa nuova puntata... che paradossalmente non parteggia per nessuno se non per se stesso nonostante il simbolo Decepticon sulla spalla.

NEMESIS PRIME è un autentico abominio, uno scherzo della natura, il terrore sulle sei ruote. Se devo trovare un corrispettivo fumettistico, egli rappresenta ciò che Venom è per Spider-Man: un Bot molto più terrificante di Megatron in quanto oscuro riflesso di Optimus Prime, che instilla terrore nel cuore delle vittime mentre indossa la maschera del loro eroe. È dotato di alcune abilità del Comandante Autobot, ma privo di ogni restrizione morale, più che sufficiente per seminare terrore e distruzione dovunque egli vada, anche se la sua natura varia tra un universo all’altro. Giusto per dirne tre: un clone costruito dai Decepticon nella G1; una malvagia incarnazione del futuro creata da Unicron nella recentissima serie Netflix War for Cybertron; l’alter ego à la Dr. Jekyll/Mr. Hyde di Optimus Prime nel quinto film di Michael Bay TRANSFORMERS: L’Ultimo Cavaliere. E trattandosi di una creatura votata totalmente al Male e del tutto insensibile nei confronti della vita in generale, Nemesis è famoso anche per una più allegra e buffa caratteristica: odia a morte il Natale, come il vecchio Scrooge del Canto di Natale di Dickensiana memoria!

Tornando seri, non conosco alcuna origin story di Nemesis Prime univoca poiché in generale egli esiste solo come “un Optimus Prime ricolorato di nero” e niente più. Mancanza narrativa del tutto giustificabile, dal momento che non vedremo un personaggio con questo nome fino al 2002, nella serie Armada della Trilogia Unicron. In effetti il Latore del Caos ci mette davvero lo zampino, creando un suo docile schiavo perché compia la sua missione di araldo – o meglio, il suo “burattino”, che è anche il titolo della puntata d’esordio – e causalmente è identico a Optimus, a parte i colori scuri e l’inquietante potere di rimarginare ferite anche mortali (avete presente la scena in cui Nemesis perde letteralmente la faccia... ma che si rigenera pochi secondi dopo?). I più puristi del franchise, tra cui uno degli amministratori del nostro gruppo Facebook Autorobot.it, hanno segnalato che prima di Armada esiste già un “prototipo” di Nemesis Prime. Basterà, infatti, fare un leggero passo indietro, esattamente nella serie Robot in Disguise 2001, e troveremo Scourge, un mercenario/cacciatore di taglie col corpo di Optimus Prime e la personalità di Megatron... un personaggio talmente riuscito da essere considerato una vera spina nel fianco per gli Autobot e da meritarsi un posto nel cast del prossimo film live action TRANSFORMERS: Il Risveglio.

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La mia origin story di Nemesis Prime che io preferisco in assoluto, tuttavia, viene direttamente dai fumetti IDW di quel periodo, tra i brillanti Spotlight di Simon Furman e la parentesi G1-Azione. La storia riguarda un trisavolo dello stesso Optimus, Nova Prime, e traduce in salsa Cybertroniana il “folle volo di Ulisse” raccontato da Dante nella sua Divina Commedia; storia peraltro presente anche nel videogioco della premiata ditta Activision/High Moon Studios, TRANSFORMERS: Devastation. L’allora Comandante Autobot, proprio come l’eroe dantesco condannato nel girone dei fraudolenti, durante uno dei suoi viaggi di colonizzazione ha peccato di curiositas (come la chiamano i latini) e si è spinto ben oltre i confini dell’universo conosciuto, finendo intrappolato in un buco nero. Non è bastato il discorso in stile «Considerate le vostre radici: non siete nati per vivere come barbari, ma per seguire virtù e conoscenza» per rincuorare il suo recalcitrante equipaggio, e lo sfortunato Bot viene dato per morto. Una morte apparente, in verità, perché si è salvato dopo essere entrato in simbiosi con una malevola reliquia familiare a chi ha giocato almeno una volta a TRANSFORMERS: The Dark Spark. La IDW la chiama semplicemente “Oscurità” ma il parallelismo alla Spark Oscura videoludica è palese, così come il cosiddetto Necro-universo (il nuovo regno di Nova Prime) somiglia in modo preoccupante all’Ade, all’Oltretomba, al “Dead Space” videoludico... insomma, un regno in cui il concetto di vita in sé non è il benvenuto. E, di conseguenza, come una versione in miniatura di Unicron, la sua prossima missione è distruggere proprio quella luce... indovinate chi? Esatto, Optimus Prime e la sua Matrice del Comando.

Anche se dovessi spingermi oltre nell’alludere all’ordine delle Lanterne Nere della DC Comics (perché gli schiavi del detentore dell’Oscurità sono praticamente degli zombi!) o addirittura a quel Titano Pazzo di Thanos della Marvel, il Nemesis Prime cartaceo è molto più accattivante e tridimensionale delle deludenti versioni del personaggio qui di seguito. La migliore delle due viene dalla Continuità Allineata, apparsa una tantum nella seconda stagione di TRANSFORMERS: Prime. Tornando al bad trip che vi ho proposto all’inizio, ironicamente è la stessa situazione in cui il povero Agente Fowler si è ritrovato suo malgrado nella puntata d’esordio del nemico: «Ti è forse andata di volta la marmitta?!?», esclama, durante il suo incontro con quello che si rivelerà un costrutto artificiale della MECH, organizzazione paramilitare che ricorda troppo il gruppo Cerberusdi Mass Effect o la KSI di TRANSFORMERS: L’Era dell’Estinzione. E come tale, questo nuovo supersoldato robotico (che, guarda caso, Miko ribattezza Nemesis Prime) è frutto dell’attento studio della tecnologia Cybertroniana da parte di Silas e la sua squadra, il quale lo comanda a distanza. Sarà l’intervento di Optimus a distruggere il suo “gemello” e a porre fine – momentanea – alla vita di questa efferata organizzazione, che fino a allora era riuscita a dare filo da torcere ai Transformer.

Saltiamo ora al 2017, dieci anni dopo l’uscita del primo film live action dedicato ai Transformer, e anno di nascita del Nemesis Prime che mi ha lasciato di più l’amaro in bocca. Durante la campagna pubblicitaria della futura ultima opera TF di Michael Bay, il pubblico e i fan erano rimasti scioccati nel vedere nelle prime immagini e locandine un Optimus Prime con gli occhi viola e una “strisciata di sangue” su un lato del volto. Un errore? Una svista? Un depistaggio? No, semplicemente la verità: in L’Ultimo Cavaliere, infatti, il nostro torna inaspettatamente su Cybertron durante la sua ricerca dei fantomatici Creatori e viene letteralmente incatenato in stile La Caduta di Cybertron da un’antichissima e potentissima strega di nome Quintessa. Quest’ultima gli rivela che presto Unicron si sta ridestando e la Terra è destinata a morire in quanto Latore del Caos sotto mentite spoglie; di conseguenza, il sacrificio del pianeta riporterebbe Cybertron al suo antico splendore, o almeno in linea teorica: «Il tuo mondo è distrutto. – dice infine la strega – È redenzione che cerchi?». Optimus, con le mani legate, è costretto ad accettare e diventa di lì a poco succube di Quintessa, che lo spoglia della sua famosa purezza e lo trasforma nel riflesso oscuro di sé stesso... in pratica, da Dr. Jekyll a Mr. Hyde.

Avevo detto che tra tutte le sue incarnazioni questo è il Nemesis Prime mi ha lasciato di più l’amaro in bocca, e per questo motivo ho deciso di spendere qualche riga in più. Semplicemente, mi ha deluso sia per la poca attenzione riservata al personaggio sia per la scelta estetica di modificare solo il volto e non l’intero corpo per distinguere l’Optimus “buono” da quello “malvagio”. Confesso, però, che mi ha rabbrividito molto quel primo piano in cui chiede alla coprotagonista umana di consegnargli il Bastone di Merlino con quel modo poco gentile – il gioco di luci e ombre della scena, infatti, rendono i tipici colori di Optimus più scuri e richiamano così lo Scourge di Armada... oppure la livrea nera da sempre caratteristica del personaggio di Nemesis nella mitologia dei Transformer. La magra consolazione è che almeno le famigerate minacce «Ti uccido!» di qua e «Ti uccido!» di là hanno più senso pronunciate da questa versione del personaggio che non dal suo più mite e eroico alter ego. Dunque, ironicamente, questo Nemesis Prime è il fantasma dell’Op-timus che da La Vendetta del Caduto in avanti predica bene ma razzola male, strappando facce e minacciando di morte chi non riscuote le sue simpatie.

Di recente, visto il “successo” della controparte cinematografica, Nemesis si è ritagliato un posto anche nella Trilogia War for Cybertron di Netflix. Per non scendere troppo nel banale, quest’incarnazione altro non è che un Optimus Prime alternativo, in cui in un futuro remoto ha accettato di essere schiavo di Unicron al punto che da quel momento in poi lo vediamo al fianco dell’alter ego futuro di Megatron alias Galvatron: dunque sono loro gli antagonisti di tutta la vicenda, capaci di portare lo scontro tra le loro corrispettive controparti del presente non tanto sul piano fisico quanto su quello psicologico. Questo Nemesis Prime, quindi, rappresenta un Optimus Prime caduto nell’oscurità, non un suo clone malvagio!

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Menzione d’onore: Optimus Prime “Shattered Glass”

Non esattamente un’incarnazione di Nemesis Prime, ma credo sia doverosa fare una speciale menzione alla versione Shattered Glass di Optimus Prime, universo narrativo varato per la BotCon 2008 con l’idea di rovesciare i tipici canoni Bene/Male degli Autobot e dei Decepticon. In quest’ottica, il profilo psicologico dello storico Commander viene ribaltato completamente e ci troviamo di fronte a un dispotico leader, quindi a uno pseudo-Nemesis Prime: un Bot sadico, tirannico, crudele e ambizioso... in poche parole il Megatron di quella dimensione speculare!

Si narra che, in passato, egli fosse un archivista – in linea con quanto si vedrà nella Continuità Allineata – fatta eccezione per il nome pre-Prime. Non più “Orion Pax”, come vuole la tradizione, ma Optronix, nome citato spesso nella continuità fumettista G1 della Dreamwave. In seguito, dopo aver riunito un manipolo di cittadini guerrafondai sotto lo stendardo degli Autobot, in un momento cruciale ma non documentato Optimus Prime (nuovo nome adottato dopo aver potenziato il proprio corpo) perse la testa... per fortuna non in senso letterale! Fu infatti allora che egli impazzì e sviluppò il macabro hobby di sospendere alle pareti i cadaveri dei suoi nemici sconfitti e di rivolgere loro la parola come se fossero ancora vivi. È completamente insensibile, capace di sfoggiare severe punizioni, minacce di morte e terribili scatti di ira persino nei confronti dei suoi più fedeli sottoposti. Un personaggio che non poteva mancare nella scheda del “Prime corrotto” per antonomasia!

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Sfortunatamente essere Nemesis Prime significa relegare la propria vita come action figure a un mero “Optimus Prime ricolorato di nero” a quasi ogni uscita del suo alter ego buono. Il capostipite di questa poco felice stirpe è un Basic della linea Robot in Disguise 2001 chiamato Spy Changer Scourge, che in seguito verrà riproposto proprio come G1 Nemesis Prime qualche anno più tardi. Da qui in poi, però, è una vera e propria parata degli Optimus in nero: un Alternator, un Classic/Universe 2.0, e persino un paio di Masterpiece. Il tutto senza dimenticare l’esistenza di due versioni del personaggio apparse nella recente Trilogia War for Cybertron, entrambe ristampe del Siege Optimus Prime: la prima è un’esclusiva giapponese della Takara, la seconda fa parte dell’ondata promozionale di Earthrise venduta come “Spoiler Pack”. Particolarità di quest’ultima è la presenza di accessori familiari e ripescati dalla vetusta linea Power of the Prime e un blocco di plastilina nera in cui sono sepolti tre piccoli cubi di Energon simili a quelli presenti nel set di Ultra Magnus.

Nulla da dire anche per i modellini delle altre incarnazioni come Armada, Prime (che esiste solo come recolor della versione Arms Micron giapponese di Optimus Prime) e il Bayverse... o quasi. In quest’ultimo caso, a parte un Power Battler e gli ennesimi recolor di un Optimus Prime (il famoso “Evasion Mode” con l’altmode simil-G1 e il “cavaliere nero” esclusivo dei Toys-R-Us giapponesi) de L’Era dell’Estinzione, non esiste un Nemesis Prime giocattolo degno di questo nome. Guardando meglio, però, per la linea parallela Movie the Best del 2017 viene rilasciato un Leader ancora una volta esclusivo della Takaracon una livrea più scura, occhi viola e l’iconica “strisciata di sangue” di Quintessa. In quel periodo esce anche la linea dedicata a L’Ultimo Cavaliere e inevitabilmente anche il Voyager Optimus Prime subisce il trattamento Nemesis Prime, sottoforma di un’esclusiva Omni7 ribattezzata (con non molta fantasia) Optimus Prime oscuro. Infine, per il film spin-off di Bumblebee ritroviamo l’Evasion Mode del quarto film, anche quello ricolorato di nero ed è l’ennesima action figure a tiratura limitata – la “Legendary” giapponese, nello specifico.

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CONCLUSIONE

Nonostante tutte queste “buone qualità” narrative e la penuria di action figure degne di riscattare il personaggio, è relativamente raro incontrare una versione negativa di Optimus, perché ormai sappiamo tutti che la sua vera nemesi è e sarà sempre Megatron. Eppure, un possibile incontro-scontro tra i due Prime potrebbe essere articolato perlopiù sul piano psicologico: ci troviamo, infatti, di fronte a due distinte facce di quello che è considerato l’Eroe per antonomasia dei Transformer, e fa specie accorgerci che anche il pio Optimus possieda un lato oscuro, facendolo avvicinare sempre più a una persona in carne e ossa! Allo stesso tempo, dà l’illusione di mettere a confronto la figura bonaria e compassionevole a cui siamo ormai abituati dalla G1 in poi (quindi un Bot riluttante all’uso della forza e invece disposto a trovare la pace attraverso il dialogo) con quella controversa e violenta della saga Live Action.

Io spero solo in un nuovo modellino del personaggio una spanna sopra i suoi predecessori, purché abbia un design originale e che non sia solo l’ennesimo “Optimus in nero”!

Arrivederci alla prossima puntata! 😘

We had the songs that we sang along to

You had the moves to make me dance with you

I always saw you reaching and catching stars

I needed some self indulgent positive art.

Song: Follow your fire - Kadoline

I felt like writing something for Genji. I went with Blackwatch Genji for this one. It’s not much but eh, I like this idea. -Knight

Genji Shimada

He scared you when you first met. All fury, pain, and intense sadness. Genji was a complicated man with a past so horrific you cried the first time you heard about it.

Genji always kept to himself but you were drawn to him. You couldn’t understand why you always seemed to gravitate to him, you just always found yourself seeking his company. Genji wasn’t exactly friendly though, he wouldn’t even glance your way but you sat there and spoke to him anyways day after day. You would talk about stupid things like how Tracer had gotten stuck in a tree during your last mission or how you wanted to steal McCree’s hat just to see if he was hiding a bald spot, just casual one sided conversations. Genji would never interrupt you or tell you to stop, he would sit there unfazed, like you didn’t exist, but you knew he was listening.

You were late seeing Genji today, detained by the medical staff, but you plopped down on the bench next to him as usual. You had just launched yourself into a story about Reinhardt when Genji interrupted you.

“Why are you injured?” Genji’s voice surprised you. You hadn’t expected him to speak so it took you a moment to get the answer out of your mouth.

“Huh? Oh! I got captured during my last mission. I made a stupid mistake and ended up being taken hostage and interrogated. It’s not nearly as bad as it looks.” Both arms were wrapped in bandages, bandaids covering all the gashes on your face and hands, and a black eye to top it off, you looked a mess but it truly wasn’t as bad as it seemed. “Soon as Angela is back, I won’t look like a half-wrapped mummy.” You said looking Genji in the face. You were suddenly taken aback. Genji looked absolutely furious.

“You should quit Overwatch.” Genji hissed out before standing up and marching off soundlessly leaving you to absorb his words and the anger he’d directed at you.

Sitting alone in your usual spot, you pressed your injured hands to your face and cried.

You didn’t know what to do now. You’d pissed off Genji and felt the best course of action was to just leave him alone. You quit looking for him when you went to report to Commander Reyes, you didn’t visit the spot Genji always rested at, and you didn’t dare look his direction during work. It hurt, to you, he was a friend and the brightest part of your day. Adjusting was hard.

Angela arrived back on base a few days later and got you healed up. You felt a ton better physically but emotionally you felt awful and Angela could tell. You told her about your interaction with Genji when she asked.

“It sounds like he’s just worried about you.” Angela said wisely.

“If you could’ve seen the anger in his eyes, I don’t think you’d say that.” You sighed. “He was probably extremely angry because I was captured, I could have given critical information to our enemies and he more than likely sees that as a huge issue.”

“I suppose. Either way, try not to let it bother you too much. And get some rest, no offense, but you look pretty terrible.” Angela said noticing how exhausted you looked.

“Sure thing, doc.” You said with a smile.

Taking Angela’s advice you headed off to your quarters. The only issue was you had to pass Genji’s usual hang out. This area was always deserted during the day which is why he always hung out there. Your only hope was to pray he wasn’t there just this once.

Turning the corner your fears were realized as Genji sat on the same bench as always staring out the window. You knew he was aware you were there. He didn’t have to look at you to know.

Gathering yourself up you pushed on down the hall, acting as if Genji himself didn’t exist. You were half a step past him when his hand shot out and stopped you. You slowly turned to look at him. He didn’t seem angry or if he was he was hiding it well.

“D-did you need something?” You asked, tripping over your words slightly.

“You look better.” His words were clipped but polite, his hand letting go of your arm.

“Ah, thanks. Angela really is a miracle worker.” You replied. Genji’s eyes slid from you back out the window. You took this as an end to your conversation and turned to leave.

“Tell me something stupid.” Genji’s voice was soft, the softest you’d ever heard it and for some reason it made your heart squeeze slightly. With a small smile, you sat lightly on the bench beside Genji and launched into another dumb story.

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.

In regards to your Ask Box post, I'm curious as to what you think of Bayverse Optimus Prime. The man's not exactly well-loved on tumblr.

the short answer…

Who I pair/hate them with: Elita-1 (OTP)

Why I like/hate them: truthfully, the stunning realistic CGI work of the movies. I really do like Optimus’s bayverse design. And of course he’s just kick-ass :P but still holds the ideals of his original G1 self

Favourite physical feature: preeeeetty much everything, except his nose and his feet

Least favourite quality in the character: not particularly fond of his “We will kill them all” line, amongst a few other violent activities. but more on that below

3 Headcanons: 1) Jazz is NOT DEAD, and remains Optimus’s SIC and bestest best friend; 2) There exists a TFA-style Sentinel Prime character, ie. an Autobot who was once Optimus’s comrade and rival on Cybertron. When they meet up again, “Sentinel” is still a jealous asshole; 3) Elita-1 is anything but a ‘trophy wife.’ She’s a tough warrior herself who supports and works with Optimus a lot - she’s esentially like another one of his lieutenants. When in public, they are both serious and focused on work, and they never let their relationship interfere with missions. If you’re extremely lucky, you might catch them in a rare public display of affection (usually just arm-around-the-shoulder or shared smiles/laughter).

My OTP for said character: you guessed it, Elita1 x OP

and then, as if that wasn’t long enough, I ended up going on a long rant about Bayformers and Optimus…

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