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Like I said, preganinant

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Like I said, preganinant

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Ain't no way. Bro is so unserious

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พลั่วน้องD

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ass up face down optimus fucking me from behind

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PAPI

I want him to hold me and I wanna hold his slutty lil waist

LOOK AT THIS MAN'S HANDS GOD DAYUM

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Warnings : harem, human reader left GN!, autobots, in a meeting no less, belly bulge

🔞MDNI 18+ only🔞

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Imagine being the darling of the autobots.

You practically live at their base, help them in their respective works, maybe even giving them ideas they hadn't thought of in the heat of the moment. They adore you, but it's common knowledge between them at least, that they all want you.

You don't notice that Optimus has you smelling like a truck, his scent pouring off of you in waves, confusing some if they don't see you first, thinking it's their boss, but no it's little ol' you.

Or how Sidesipe and Sunstreaker team up to get you away from Prowl, ho has no problem chasing them down to get you back.

Or that Bee follows you around, or carries you around, like an excited puppy, he just wants to be around you at all times and gets huffy if your time is taken up by another.

But it doesn't take too long for someone to cave and confess their love to you, and just when Jazz does so, so does everyone else, arguing that they love you more and just want to spoil and protect you.

So why not share?

Surprisingly everyone agreed and came up with a schedule so everyone could have time with you.

Maybe that's how you ended seated on Optimus's spike in the middle of a meeting, just keeping him warm in front of everyone. You can feel so many optics on you, staring at your trembling body, watching you struggle to stay still on the massive spike stretching you out.

You're not even half way down Optimus's shaft, but even so there is so much transfluid leaking from where you two connect. You can't even hear what the boss bot is talking about, your mind is fried and your stomach bulging from the intrusion.

And all while being watched? You know most of the bots in the room aren't even listening, just captivated by the sight of you.

The knowledge makes you clench around Optimus, making him tremble and fumble is words midspeech.

You don't want to disturb or interrupt them, but you're so close to cumming-!!

You bite down on your hand, trying so hard to muffle your squeal. Your juices coat the spike inside you, sliding down the rest of his shaft. Your climax has Optimus overloading, covering your insides with his transfluid, but it's so much and gushing out from around him.

By the time you two are done, he carefully lifts you off him, giving the top of your head a tender kiss, before passing you off to Prowl so he could continue what he was saying.

And given such a chance in front of everyone? Oh, of course he's going to use it to prove he's the best at pleasing you.

It becomes increasingly harder to listen to Optimus when you're sobbing and shrieking over his words, pleading 's-slow down! I can't- fuuuck!'

Drooling and crying as your hole gets stuffed with Prowl's thick spike.

Faintly you can hear Bee and Hot Rod whining, probably begging to go next with you, or trying not to touch themselves at the sight of your fucked out expression.

You're just going to be passed around after he overloads, just to let everyone have a taste of you.

So what's a few more climaxes when you'll get the best aftercare?

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this is what good pussy sounds like [EXTREMELY LOUD TRUCK HORN]

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How they act with a passenger princess reader.

Optimus, Ratchet, Bulkhead, Bumblebee (no Arcee because she has no passenger seat) /Megatron, Knockout, shockwave, Starscream (Except Soundwave because unfortunately you would not fit)

Cw: Slight spicy talk? Suggestive? (Barely) I know I didn't get all the characters. This came to me like an hour ago and my dumbass fingers make it hard to type so I apologize.

Optimus doesn't at all mind. So long as his interior stays clean and you're not laying on his horn every five minutes, he hasn't run into any troubles with you in his cabin. He rather enjoys when you relax and kick your feet up on the dash, getting all comfy.

"Are you comfortable?" He'd ask while his tires rumble down the road. You melt into the heated seat and glide your hand over the dividing dash between yourself and the driver's seat. "Couldn't be comfier, Prime."

This makes Optimus incredibly happy. He enjoys knowing you like to relax in his cabin. He enjoys knowing you'd rather sit back and let him take full reign. Not like he wouldn't have it anyway.

Occasionally he'd even treat you. "You may eat, but refrain from getting anything in my flooring. It's... Uncomfortable."

Oh happy little you, that little smile while you eagerly shoved fries in his mouth while careful of his dash and other sensitive areas which you wouldn't desire fast food residue to reside.

And what's a little teasing? Without an eye on the wheel or the instincts to boot, you could easily mess around with him. Whether it's a hand placed firmly on a well oriented joystick or brushing over the fans of his dash. All the little ways that made the cabin rumble and shake briefly.

So silent, but ever so telling. He enjoys his little passenger princess. His only passenger princess.

You're wrong to assume you have any other choice but to be a passenger princess. Ratchet doesn't let anybody sit in the driver's seat. No grimy human hands on his steering wheel.

He forbids any fast food in his cabin, even if he feels like treating you. The most he's ever let you get away with was your water bottle or a well concealed smoothie.

He constantly is reminding you not to mess with the buttons inside the ambulance. And you always tease him, rubbing your foot against the underside of the glove compartment. "Aw, what's wrong doc, a girl can't have a little fun??"

He'd huff, warm air flaring out of his vents across the span of the cabin. "You'd do well to sit back and be quiet. We're almost there."

You'd pout, curling up in the cabin. "Ratchet..." Dragging your finger along the divider of the two seats. Ratchet would remain quiet, although the brief flare in the rumble of his engine spoke volumes. Damn you little human.

"Just sit still. All I ask."

"Yes sir, doctor."

He will never admit the amount of hot air that briefly left his fans. The rest of the drive he kept the heated seat on for you, making sure to ease you into sitting still for him while he brought you home.

Does the occasional fry or sauce packet get lost in his cabin and joints? Yep. Does he care? Nah! Eat as much as you want in his cabin and he won't stop you. As long as you're having fun.

The only thing he's slightly sensitive about is the radio. Once you're besties though he has no problem with you curling up your feet and taking over the tunes.

He'd be lying if he didn't enjoy the little wiggle you did in the seat when a good song came on. He'd remember it. He'd remember the way you moved to each song. It's something he can't help but notice.

He'd always beep quietly, almost a drawn out sigh he couldn't help when he heard you sing along without a care to watch the road, knowing he had the wheels. (Literally)

He would sometimes beep along and enjoy the way it encouraged you. Your hand gliding over his glove compartment and made his spark throb and pound. His enjoy roaring against the road in delight to be spending such time with you.

"Having fun 'Bee??" You smiled softly, hearing him chirp and whir back. "Yeah, I am too."

He is always willing to kill time on the road for you. For... One reason or another. That isn't important, his only desire is to be out there with you.

He literally drives Miko to and from all over Nevada. I don't think he's the least bit worried about you.

But unlike how Miko sits in the back.. you sit in the front. It feels so, in a way, intimate. You're in his dash, you're in his space. You recline the seat and relax knowing you're surrounded by a thick metal powerhouse.

Your hand wanders the dash or the seat. Sometimes spending extra time fiddling with the little nodes of his around you like the window or the throttle stick.

It grinds his gears in the best way. You're constantly laying it on thick with the praise for some reason, and Bulkhead isn't in the season to change that.

"You wanting something to eat?"

"Whatever you say goes, big guy." You pat the dash with an extra roughness than usual, making him tense a little. "Right... Right."

You know he likes it. He likes having you so close, feeling you so close to him. And in a way, that's your seat. He's sold in his mind, you belong there. Take your seat princess, it's all yours.

Now, technically your first time as his passenger princess you happened to be duct taped but who's really counting right?? You didn't feel very princess in the moment. Unfortunately, despite their intimidation tactics you've made yourself right at home now.

I'm assuming his cabin may have 2 seats. He doesn't let you sit in the front. One because he gets that seat and two because you don't get to see the view because fuck you.

He would rather you be a comfortable and safe princess than a dead one. Because what's a dead human to him, right? Pretty fucking useless.

Just.. don't mess with the buttons. Oh Primus don't mess with the buttons.

"Hey Megs?"

"What??" He grumbled, annoyed with answering all your idiotic questions. "What's this for?" You brushed your fingers over the switch, feeling his jets almost stop working. "Do not touch. Hands to yourself."

You pouted, slumping back in his seat. "I don't like flying... There's nothing to do."

Megatron grumbled in annoyance. Of all the little fleshies he had to deal with, Primus had to give him this one. Granted there's probably worse. "Hands to yourself, touch anything more and I'll cut your little hand off."

"Sounds like someone's sensitive~" You smirk. It grinds Megatron's gears, but alas, you aren't wrong... And for some odd, blasted reason, he doesn't mind. Do whatever you damn well please, really.

Don't scratch the interior and get comfortable for the ride princess. He thinks he's coined the term but really he's just a good 'con turned 'bot that loves to show the human some style.

Get your feet off his dash. Like now. No more.

He will let you do whatever you want but do not muck up, mess up or any other 'up' in his cabin. He will gut you and then throw you in the sewer. But that's only after a few warnings... Right??

"Knockout... I gotta stretch, we've been driving for hours." You huff and whine, the cramped little car getting to you.

"Alright alright, let me pull over." He would sigh, feeling how you tense up and stretch in the chair as best you could. Until you make it to the side of the road and you can get out and stretch.

"Being a princess is so hard, isn't it, love?" He teases you in mock concern.

"Sorry I have muscles, unlike you big boy." He huffed when you kicked his tire, and then went rather quiet the rest of the drive.

Big tank! Big tank! Big tank!!

You are the luckiest, even if Shockwave doesn't reciprocate your feelings.

"Illogical..." He'd grumbled as you relaxed inside the nice space. Kicking your legs up and leaning back, knowing you're in a fortified Decepticon bunker. Nothing can get you in here, no sir.

"So Shockwave, what's it like being absolutely massive??" You asked, patting the side of the interior.

Shockwave would only huff. "Do not move from your seat."

"We've got a long way to go and this thing isn't exactly F1... So, wanna talk about Cybertron?"

"No. Be quiet. You are comfortable, that is enough for humans to shut up."

"Who told you that? I could get bored?"

Shockwave is quiet. Granted those humans he experimented on may have only been loud because they were uncomfortable... And being experimented on.

"Nevermind. Sit down, and be quiet."

"Fine... Whatever you say, chief."

You'd honestly rather fly with Megatron. Or hanging onto Soundwaves fins as you flap in the wind at full speed. He's so bitchy. He only ever wants to talk about Megatron. He doesn't care that you sit in his front seat, just don't touch anything and sit still.

You'd listen to him ramble on and on like you're besties. You'd slump back, definitely not taking a well deserved nap as he trauma dumps his entire Cybertronian life onto your little innocent ears.

"Very interesting Starscream..." You mutter, dragging your finger along the dash panels. That makes him stop. "What are you doing??"

"What? I'm listening." Am not.

"No. Stop that. Put your arms down."

You huff, feeling the throttle of his jets increase, so you continue the motion. "I don't think I will. After all... I am the passenger."

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I was FINALLY able to do it!

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BACK ON MY BULLSHIT

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someone in the server gave the idea, and i live to serve so fdghfdkjh

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may i humbly request some TFP Optimus + Ratchet in a poly relationship with reader? sfw or nsfw headcanons idc i’ll gobble it up anyway <33

I kinda got carried away, sooo no bullet point headcanons for this one, it’s paragraphs.

Poly Optimus x Ratchet x Reader Headcanons

Warnings: Breeding kink, cum inflation, double penetration, mutual masturbation, pet play

Word Count: 1.5k

SFW

Optimus is more quiet than the average bot, so while he may not tell you how much he cares for you all the time, he is sure to show you. He’s very observant and tends to express his affections through acts of service. Little things like bringing back a gift that reminded him of you while he was off on a mission, or watching a movie with you. One he knows you like even if he doesn’t find it funny. When he does speak though, you take his words to heart. Whether it’s wise advice or a thoughtful compliment. 

In contrast, Ratchet is very vocal with his affection when he’s with both of you. He just never does it in public. He feels embarrassed and like it’s an invasion of privacy for others to hear what he has to say. Behind closed doors though? Ratchet is a softie, constantly throwing out “I love you” and “I’m so lucky to have you”. It’s partially because he can become so focused on his work, he doesn’t take the time to process his feelings in the moment. So when he’s brought out of that trance and is alone with you and/or Optimus, it hits him all at once.

While Ratchet is well intentioned, he’s not the most active listener and can sometimes give advice that isn’t considerate of anyone else involved in a certain situation, so you don’t often go to him to vent. Instead, you go to Optimus when you just need someone to complain to. He’s an excellent listener and you appreciate his insight on many things. He does have a habit of giving unsolicited advice though. If you have problems, he can’t help but want to fix them.

Since Ratchet is very attached to his work, you’ll go sit with him while he gets things done. At first you asked a lot of questions, which annoyed him because it took so much time explaining things that seem obvious to him. He finally just started offering information up to you unprompted, and as a result you asked fewer questions. He got very good at guessing what you’d ask and realized he’d save time by preemptively answering those questions. Over time though, he came to appreciate your curiosity and genuine appreciation for what he was saying and now it’s less about “saving time” and more about sharing his passion with you.

Ratchet typically doesn’t have the best bedside manner, but if he’s caring for you, his demeanor changes entirely. He’s sweet and doting, but he still doesn’t take any pushback from his patients. You do as he says until you’re better, because who knows best? Him, of course, and there’s no arguing. This is sometimes easier said than done though, especially with Optimus. There’s been more than one incident where the Prime was injured but determined to push himself for the sake of the team. You and Ratchet had to talk Optimus out of leaving, convincing him that he’s doing more for the team by recovering. It unfortunately didn’t always work since Optimus can be very stubborn.

In truth, both of them can be. Sometimes it’s frustrating having to work with their rigidity. There are some habits that are just too well worn into them. Some things will not change, no matter what, and you just have to accept that. Thankfully those habits are at times less frustrating and more endearing. For example: Optimus’ tendency to misunderstand sarcasm. You don’t laugh at him for it, but it absolutely melts your heart and it can be incredibly funny when he doesn’t get a joke. This is complimented by Ratchet’s tendency to be sarcastic, especially when aggravated. It can be kinda passive aggressive, but that is not a problem if Optimus doesn’t realize that’s what it’s supposed to be. It makes resolving conflict much easier, and Optimus is an expert at calming Ratchet down, always being very straightforward and genuine.

One possible downside to being with them is they’re incredibly protective of you. You don’t just have one mech paranoid about your safety, you have two. If they decide a mission is too dangerous, not even Miko could sneak you into that situation. It’s not the worst, since usually no human got to go on those missions, but you still hate not being able to help. The longer you’re together though, the more trust they put in you and more responsibilities you’re given on the team. You become a reliable human back at base who knows ways to help them out in the field. It’s also nice that Ratchet was usually there with you, so you felt less like you were missing out. He secretly feels the same way, happy to have you share his experience back at base.

Ratchet slowly comes to appreciate Earth humor being around you and the kids. He pretends like he doesn’t care, but you try to make jokes knowing he’ll have to stifle a laugh. Optimus doesn’t really get it, but he tries, and you attempt to figure out aspects of Cybertronian humor in return. He’ll send you both memes he thinks you’ll think are funny. Even if the joke isn’t good, the fact that it’s so out of context makes you giggle, and the gesture is very much appreciated. He tries so hard for you two and it really does make you both feel special.

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Even mass displaced they’re still fucking huge, and while Ratchet is terrified of hurting you, Optimus surprisingly is not. While he was a little hesitant at first, he trusted you when you said you could take more, that he could be rougher, and now knowing your limits he goes wild. His reserved demeanor goes out the window when interfacing. All that tension and pent up emotion goes into fucking you until he can’t anymore. He has a breeding kink, infatuated with the idea of sparking up you or Ratchet. Sometimes he likes the idea of being a carrier, but for now it’s just a fantasy considering it’s not a good time for a sparkling.

He goes absolutely feral, pounding into you while you're face down in the berth. He also adores having you on your back, legs pressed back as far as they’ll go so he can rut into you as deep as possible. Filling you with transfluid until your stomach’s bulging is just irresistible. Ratchet has a hard time disagreeing, enamored by the sight of his lovers in such a heated entanglement. He’d absolutely love having a turn with you, since there’s really nothing better than seeing you dripping with their transfluid. 

They love the idea of having you at the same time but they know that, unfortunately, your human body could absolutely not handle double penetration with them. They won’t cave no matter how much you may try to convince them they’re wrong. Instead, they happily make do with spit roasting you, taking turns with your holes. To your delight, this often results in the mechs putting on a show, kissing passionately above you. You suggest that if you can’t take them both, maybe they’d like using toys on you instead. Of course they love that idea, eagerly using human sized dildos on you while they self service. Sometimes you’d use them on yourself and they watch while fragging each other.

You’re a little surprised to learn Ratchet likes pet play, considering he’s not fond of most organics. You thought you’d be the pet for both of them, but no. It was you and Optimus. The experience of watching Optimus turn into an obedient pet for Ratchet was a little shocking. It was surreal and enticing witnessing the mighty Prime adorned with a collar and happily letting his engine purr for Ratchet. He’s always the one in charge, bearing the weight of leading the team, so it makes sense he’d find comfort and pleasure putting his trust in Ratchet to care for him this way. Especially considering Ratchet’s an excellent Owner, rewarding his precious kittens well for being so adoring and obedient. While not as aggressive as Optimus, he’s generally more dominant. His pace is often lazy, soft and slow. His punishments are stern but fair, and his approval is an addicting thing to earn. 

Sometimes when Ratchet refuses to rest, you and Optimus will team up. Deciding to employ less conventional methods to force him into recharge. Your scheming involves subtly flirting and teasing him to get his attention. Depending on his mood, that can be enough to get him to follow you into the berthroom, but if it’s not, Optimus comes along to give that extra push he needs. Ratchet finds himself going down on you while taking Optimus’ spike until he’s exhausted. He’s totally spent and falls into recharge pretty quickly if you’ve done your job well. Ratchet can get very cuddly as he’s drifting off, so you like to snuggle up next to him, letting him run a servo up and down your back until he’s asleep. It’s comforting when you get to have a little cuddle pile with both of them to fall asleep. The only downside is they snore. Hope you don’t mind the sound of very rumbly engines.

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!Spoiler alert for Transformers: Rise of the Beasts!

One Hundred follower special!!!

This was the winner of This poll! The screen shotted results are the ones I locked in once I hit 100 followers. The next piece I post will be WaveWave as determined by it as well! Thank you to everyone who voted. And thank you to those that got me to 100 followers (almost 150 now) in such a short time! My first 100 followers on any blog is a big deal to me. And I'm so grateful for the support shown for me and my writing.

This is technically part 4 of my Noah x Reader x Mirage series. But this also makes part 3 not really canon if it happens after it. Or it could happen before part 3. It's up to you. As always you don't have to read the previous parts for this one to make sense. But here's the links anyway if you'd like.

Long Days

Minors DNI, 18+ only 🔞

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Tags: 3some, sub/top gn!reader, dom/top Noah, sub/bottom Mirage, oral sex, face riding, fingering, hole/bundle of nerves inside used to describe readers genitalia, sub/dom undertones, honestly this is pretty vanilla for a 3some. But as always, if I missed something let me know.

Summary: The reader gets spicy with both of their boyfriends after a long day.

Story begins after the break

Did my best for this to read as gender neutral.

"Sit still, Mirage," You chastise as you're working on trying to buff out the final bit of rust off of the old parts you and Noah had to use to fix him. He never really complained about his paint job, but then again, you were almost always working on restoring it, so it didn't give him room to complain. "I can't do this right with you wiggling everywhere."

"What? I can't help it, it tickles!" Mirage whines as you click off the sander you were using.

"I know, you tell me every time," You respond, but with no real bite to it as you smile a bit.

You set the sander on the rolling table next to you before running your fingers over the portion you were sanding. It was mostly smooth, so your hopes were lifting, until your smile drops into a frown at feeling a large rough patch that you swore you buffed out already. You sigh softly and decide to take a step back.

"I missed a spot," You huff, annoyed at yourself for missing it.

You run one of your hands through your sweaty hair, exasperated as you step away from Mirage who turns to look at you. Concern is written on his faceplates as he transforms into his smaller, more human-sized form to scramble after you. He nearly trips, and usually that would make you laugh, but not at the moment.

"Hey, Hey, sugar," Mirage tries to get your attention as he walks after you until you collapse in one of the chairs next to the berth in the garage Mirage stays in.

You're mostly frustrated because you've been working as much as you can to get all of the rust off of Mirage, spending hours each night after work, and several days just working on buffing out the rust and repainting Mirage. And yet, at every turn, it seems there's just more setbacks. Mirage doesn't complain about it, but it doesn't make you feel like any less of a failure for taking so long to restore him to what he was before that awful battle that you and Noah nearly lost him in. It's been months since then, and you and Noah have been part of G.I. Joe for part of it now, but the trauma of losing Mirage even for a short time still weighs heavy on you.

"(Y/n)," Mirage says, finally getting your attention as you snap out of your self-deprecating spiral. Mirage almost never uses just your name anymore. It's almost always been sugar ever since the three of you officially got together. So it startles you a bit. "Look at me please."

You slowly look over and up at him. Even in his more manageable human size, he still towers over you and Noah. Being well above 6ft tall (~183cm).

"It's okay that ya weren't able to finish it today. We still have time, and you're doin' an amazing job, 'kay? I haven't felt this good in centuries!" Mirage says, trying to comfort you a bit.

He stretches and moves his arms around a bit to show you how smooth the movement is and sounds now that you've gotten most of the rust off. And it helps brighten your mood a little, but not by much.

"I should have been done weeks ago," You mutter, shifting to rest your head in your hands. You sit like that for a moment before yelping in surprise as Mirage wraps his arms around you and hefts you up as if you weigh nothing.

"Sugar, I understand it's frustratin'," Mirage begins, "But ya can't keep puttin' yourself down over little setbacks. D'ya think just anyone can work on and even fix Cybertronian's like you do?"

"Noah can," You respond, crossing your arms as you pout down at Mirage, ignoring his warm metal that's causing you to want to relax into him and take a nap. Even if you're sweaty, his warmth is always welcome. It's unlike anything else on Earth.

Mirage rolls his optics at you before fixing them on your eyes again. "Aside from Noah, you smartass."

You can't help the giggle that comes from you at hearing Mirage using human lingo. It's always something that catches you off guard as he just picks them up randomly.

"That's better," Mirage says, smiling at you now before shifting you down so you're face to face with him now. "Come here."

You're still laughing a bit at Mirage leans in and steals a kiss from your lips. You do your best to calm down and melt into the kiss, but it takes a moment. Mirage is patient, however, and only makes the kiss deeper when you calm down and properly kiss him back. Vaguely, you hear a door open, and know it's Noah getting off of work. However, you can't pay much attention to it as Mirage reaches up to hold the back of your head and teases his glossa across your lips.

"Hey, Mirage, no fair man!" Noah blurts out causing you to pull away from the kiss and smile down sheepishly at your other boyfriend.

"You said you'd wait until I got back," Noah continues, as he comes to a stop next to both of you. "Put them down." His voice has shifted, and it causes both you and Mirage to glance at each other. Both of you know that voice… it's the voice Noah uses in bed to gain full control over both of you. And it works.

Mirage slowly sets you down and you shift a little on your feet, suddenly feeling small as Noah walks the last couple of strides over to you to run a finger under your chin. He makes you look up at him, and he's smiling gently at you, making you calm down and melt into his hold.

"It's not your fault, mi amor," Noah says softly to you. "You're always so good for me."

You beam at him, moaning softly when Noah briefly kisses you. When he pulls away, he turns to Mirage and glares at him.

"You, on the other hand," He begins, stepping towards Mirage and grabbing a bit of the plating on his chest before dragging him down to be face to face with the robot. Mirage yelps a bit at the action, always surprised when Noah drags him around as easily as he does. "Are a brat as always."

"It was just to cheer them up, baby," Mirage says with a nervous smile, even as he feels like he's about to pop his panel right then. "I promise."

"Is that right?" Noah asks, glancing over at you.

"He's actually telling the truth this time," You say, walking over to Noah and wrapping your arms around him in a back hug. You take in his scent for a moment to relax yourself. "I got frustrated over my lack of progress with getting the rust off, and he was just trying to help."

"Well, in that case." Noah turns back to Mirage, still holding onto a bit of plating, and drags the robot into a deep kiss.

Mirage moans as his optics flutter shut and he melts into the kiss. You rest your head on Noah's shoulder and watch fondly as Noah's tongue darts out and Mirage opens his mouth easily for him. Feeling a little devious, you shift and begin to press teasing kisses up Noah's neck. You smile against his jaw line as you hear him sigh softly and kiss Mirage a little rougher. You continue to kiss Noah's neck, enjoying his soft, quiet noises mingling with Mirage's louder, unashamed ones as the three of you begin to get a little frisky.

Noah finally pulls away from kissing Mirage. His saliva and Mirage's oral fluid mingling together as a small strand connects them before it breaks. It's hot, and you can't help it when you turn Noah's head to kiss him deeply, arousal making you a bit more demanding and rough. You can feel Noah smirking against your lips and he nips at your bottom lip before pulling away. The three of you are breathing a bit heavier than before and Noah is still smirking a bit.

"Berth, now," He says and the three of you stumble the final few steps to the side.

Mirage collapses on the berth first as you and Noah climb on after him. The three of you collapse in a tangle of limbs as you giggle and try to shift into something comfortable for the three of you. Eventually you settle on sitting on top of Mirage –just above his interface panel– legs spread on either side of him as Noah kneels behind you between Mirage's legs.

"Open up for me, baby," Noah says, he sounds sure of himself and proud now.

You find yourself smirking as Mirage blushes under you. He whines softly as his lower panel clicks open, exposing his valve to Noah. Always stunned by the beauty of Mirage, Noah takes just a moment to admire his beautiful mesh folds before dragging his thumb through the folds to gather lubricant on it to make the slide over Mirage's anterior node easier. Mirage whimpers as his optics roll back and he closes them. You take that as your cue, and you lean forward on Mirage to kiss his neck plating and cables. You feel him shudder under you as Noah speeds up his motions so, not one to be out done, you grab wherever you can get leverage on Mirage's helm and drag him into a kiss. You feel and hear him moan against your lips as you push your tongue into his mouth. It muffles him slightly, but you don't care, it always feels nice to be in control of Mirage.

Mirage squirms under you as you pull away from the kiss. When you glance behind you, you see Mirage's spike out and jumping with each thrust of Noah's fingers into his valve. A small bead of pink pre decorates the tip, and you almost want to suck him down. Almost. But you have other plans. You slip off of him briefly to yank off your bottoms and underwear. Now sufficiently half naked, you straddle Mirage once more, but instead of his stomach, your legs land on either side of his helm. Mirage looks up at you with wide optics. However, he doesn't need any encouragement as he wraps his arms around your thighs and closes his optics again as he presses his glossa against your hole. You and him moan in sync as he licks up your hole.

It doesn't take him long to find a rhythm. He eats you out as if it's the last thing he'll ever do. Eager glossa exploring everything around your hole before diving in. The ridges feel amazing inside you as you throw your head back and brace your hands on Mirage's chest. Unable to stop yourself you grind your hips down against his face plates, and it doesn't deter him in the slightest. He doesn't have to breathe just through the intakes on his face, so he dives in without hesitation. Moaning against you as you hear the wet squelch of Noah continuing to finger him. You're moaning as well, unable to hold back as Mirage's glossa moves expertly and he alternates between fucking it into you and sucking on you. It's dizzying, and you're getting close already. And as much as you'd like to cum on Mirage's glossa, you lift your hips up as you get close. Mirage leans up with a whimper, trying to get back to sucking you, but you push his helm back to the berth.

"Calm down, love," You chastise gently, breathing hard as you get off Mirage's face and shuffle down the berth. "I want to cum on your spike tonight."

You hear Noah chuckle lowly behind you, and when you glance back, you see him finally pulling his fingers out of Mirage. Somewhere in between, Noah also yanked off his pants and underwear, leaving him in only a tight fitting shirt.

"Something funny, baby?" You tease at Noah who is running his hands up Mirage's thighs, dipping into gaps of the plating. It makes Mirage squirm and whimper, reminding you of your fading orgasm and your aching need to be filled.

"Not funny," Noah says, settling himself between Mirage's legs again, his hard cock brushing over Mirage's leaking mesh folds. Now closer to you as you settle yourself over Mirage's spike. He wraps his arms around you, one sneaking down to your hole to spread you open a bit as Mirage's tip catches on your hole.

"I just like hearing you talk dirty and act like you're in control," Noah murmurs into your ear before using his leverage on you to begin to push you down onto Mirage's spike.

You gasp and whimper at the sharp pain of the stretch, and Noah knows you well enough by now to stop pushing you down until you adjust a bit more. He spreads your hole further and pushes you down a little more. Once the largest part of Mirage's spike is inside you and you've adjusted, Noah pushes you down flush against Mirage's hips as you choke on a moan. You almost collapse forward on Mirage if it wasn't for Noah's hold on you, his lips brush against your ear as his hot breath fans against your cheek.

"Think you can handle riding Mirage's spike?" He whispers to you as you're focused on Mirage watching both of you with pleading optics. "Or does he have to do all the work again?"

"I-I can do it," You answer, a soft whimper following as Mirage's spike twitches inside you.

"Good choice," Noah whispers to you before leaning back again. "Ready Mirage?"

"Y-Yes, baby," Mirage answers eagerly before throwing his helm back and crying out in pleasure as Noah begins to push his cock inside Mirage's valve. The pleasure from both parts of him feels like too much already, but he desperately wants to please both of you.

You take a deep breath before beginning to bounce yourself on Mirage's spike. It's slow at first, trying to get used to his size and the feeling of him being inside you again. But Mirage still moans and whimpers as if it's the best feeling in the universe. As your speed picks up you feel more than see Noah begin to thrust into Mirage. The robot's noises pitch higher and his hips jerk up, thrusting into you haphazardly, and not in time with you at all. He doesn't know if he's searching for more pleasure or trying to squirm away with it by the action.

Noah is groaning into your ear as his thrusts pick up, and as this goes on your legs begin to burn with the effort it takes to bounce yourself on Mirage's spike. The ridges and nodes on Mirage's spike send pleasure arching through your body like electricity, and you're losing yourself as you're also losing your consistency with thrusts.

"M-Mirage, l-little help," You moan before gasping when Mirage's hands grab your waist, the smooth metal digging into your skin as he begins to bounce you on his spike like you're nothing more than a sex toy for him.

It's humiliating, especially when Noah chuckles lowly behind you. "I even asked if you could do it this time, mi corazón, and you still needed his help."

"Sh-shut u-uah!~" You cry out as Mirage manages to slam you down onto his spike in the exact way that causes him to slam into your bundle of nerves inside you. Mirage is so out of it, he's trying so hard not to hold you too hard, but his digits are sure to leave bruises as he digs them further into your plush skin and he bounces you faster.

He's getting close, you can tell, and so are you. You're unsure of Noah, who is still fucking into Mirage's valve with reckless abandon. He even grabs one of Mirage's legs and brings it up over his shoulder to change the angle. Pleasure burns in your stomach as your orgasm creeps up on you. Each time Mirage slides you up and down on his spike, the tension grows higher and higher.

With a loud cry of Mirage's name, the tension snaps and you see white as you cum hard on his spike. Your hole clamps down on his spike and he follows soon after you, whimpering and crying out your name as he pushes you as far down on his spike as you'll go. You feel the tip of it deep inside you, creating a pleasurable pressure as he overloads deep inside you. His transfluid gushing out in hot ropes, making you feel pleasantly warm. It slowly leaks out of you as Mirage continues to overload with weak whimpers and moans.

You're breathing hard as you collapse forward onto Mirage. You hear Noah still groaning and the wet slap of his hips against Mirage's valve, but you can tell by the way he sounds that he's close too. When Noah finally moans loudly and slams his hips against Mirage's as he cums –his hips jerking erratically as he tries to push deeper– you feel a few more spurts of transfluid inside you as Mirage lets out a long drawn out moan. You whimper slightly at the feeling and from exhaustion as Mirage wraps his arms around you to soothe himself. Noah slowly pulls out of Mirage and gently puts the robot's leg back down against the berth before shuffling over to cuddle up against Mirage's side.

"You both did so well," He says with a fond smile as he rubs your back and Mirage's shoulder strut. "So good for me."

"Th-thank you," Mirage slurs, smiling a bit, nearly out of it.

You just give Noah a weak and tired smile as he leans in to kiss you. It's brief, and you kiss back just before he pulls away. He shifts a little higher up on the berth and kisses Mirage.

"Mmph," Mirage moans softly, and you feel his spike retracting out of you slowly as it depressurizes and slides back into his interface panel before it clicks shut. Without Mirage's spike in you, you grimace as his transfluid begins to leak out of you faster and in larger quantities. It's still warm, almost hot inside you, but the feeling is always so weird.

Mirage fumbles for the wet wipes nearby and manages to hand them to you as Noah pulls away from the kiss and settles down himself. You open them up and grab one that you hand to Noah before grabbing one for yourself. You and Noah quietly clean yourselves before you sigh, content, and lay fully on Mirage again.

"Was nice," You mutter, weakly smiling at your boyfriends again before rolling off of Mirage and onto the berth on his other side.

"Y-yeah," Mirage answers, humming softly as he nuzzles against the top of your head before turning to do the same to Noah. "Was a lot… but felt really good… we should do it again sometime."

"It was fun," Noah agrees and reaches over Mirage to hold your hand. You gratefully take it and close your eyes, feeling sleep trying to claim you. It's been a long day.

You're the first asleep with Mirage following soon after. Noah smiles at both of you before getting comfortable himself, and slowly drifts to sleep not too long after the both of you. None of you understand how you got so lucky with each other, but –even with all its challenges– none of you would trade it for the universe.

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Opportunity

[Mirage x Fem!Reader x Noah]

Summary: Given the opportunity, you'd definitely find out what it's like to be with a Cybertronian. Luckily for you, your crush happens to know a really cool one.

Warnings: SMUT! 18+! MINORS DNI! Being suspended in air, oral (fem receiving), Mirage standing there ominously as you make out with Noah, basically PWP

Word Count: 2k

A/N: This is written with she/her pronouns. I promise, I will post more than Mirage my brain is rotting right now it's horrendous. If y'all like this, I can definitely post a way, way spicier one later! Noah/Mirage is so phenomenal and I want to sandwich myself between them!! -Rot

You lied on your bed, eyes wide open and breathing heavily. You needed to calm down but Mirage plagued your mind. You were unsure on what his and Noah’s relationship was, just because of how flirty Mirage had been with you. He was also flirty with Noah. And Noah was… Noah.

Your eyes shut tight and the only thing you could think of was Mirage winking at you the day before. He winked at everyone, but… The way he winked at you specifically had you weak in the knees.

“C’mon,” You whispered to no one but yourself. You were at war with your own mind. You did have the biggest crush on Noah, then Mirage came barreling into your life. You were sure you liked the both of them, but Mirage just happened to give you more attention than your friend.

You could hear your phone ringing and you groaned. You were pulled from your woes and stood up grumbling. You hurried to the kitchen and picked up the phone. Your fingers played with the phone cord.

“Hello?”

“Hey,” Noah answered. Your heart jumped. “Can you come to the garage?”

Your eyes narrowed, looking dead ahead at the wall, “Why?”

“Just come on!” Mirage’s voice rang over the phone.

“Okay.”

They line clicked, he had hung up. You scrunched your face, wondering if that enthusiasm was going to come back to bite you in the ass. You ignored that feeling and hurriedly got dressed. It was close to midnight and you weren’t even questioning why your friend and his potential boyfriend had invited you to a garage.

You had never walked so fast in your life. But once you reached the garage, you grew anxious. You raised your hand to knock and the door swung open. “Come in!” Mirage’s head was poking out. You hurried in when you heard Noah yell for Mirage to get his ass back inside.

“Do you mind locking that?” Mirage asked nonchalantly. You looked at him with wide eyes, prey caught in headlights. “Oh! Not in a weird way. We don't need anyone walking in and seeing me!”

You nodded slowly, turned and locked the door. When you turned back around Noah leaned against a toolbox and Mirage stood close to him. Mirage looked excited, chomping at the bit. You couldn’t tell if it made you more or less comfortable.

“Noah…” You swallowed hard, taking a small step further into the garage. “It’s kinda late, I’m assuming what you needed was important?”

“Oh,” Mirage smirked, “now you’re worried if it’s important. You seemed awfully excited to come down here when I asked you~”

“Mirage.” Noah nudged him. He looked back at you and his facial features softened, “Look, Mirage-”

“And Noah-”

“And me…” Noah looked ready to fight the Autobot. “We were wondering-” Noah suddenly seemed at a loss for words. Mirage nudged him and Noah looked up at him with an anger that was palpable.

“Buddy,” Mirage grew tired of the waiting, “Just ask-”

“I don’t want this to be weird!” If looks could kill, Mirage's spark would have stopped.

“Fine,” Mirage stepped away from Noah, and towards you. Noah’s face dropped and he was sent into overdrive, short circuiting it would seem. Mirage kneeled down once he reached you and smiled widely, “Noah and I wanna know how you feel about us?”

The sound of you gulping could be heard across the garage. “I don’t know- I mean, I don’t know what you two are, but I’m not judging. In fact,” You put your hands up, and you looked at Noah “I, too, would jump at the chance to have a Cybertronian, uh, significant other…” You ended it as a question. You did not want to assume what they were doing, but you needed to get the point across.

“That’s not what he meant-”

“Oh! You would?!” Mirage lit up, “How about two ‘significant others’?” He put air quotes around the end of the sentence. You could feel Noah cringing. “A Cybertronian and a human?” One his optic ridges rose and he inched closer to you.

“Mirage, what happened to being subtle?” Noah sighed.

“Like, you two?” You pointed at Noah and Mirage. “Because I’m assuming you don’t mean Bee-”

“No!” Mirage almost yelled. “No. Not Bee. Me! And him.” He pointed at Noah. You nodded and took everything in.

“You don’t have to.” Noah jumped in. “I don’t wanna ruin our friendship. And this is getting weird thanks to my car.” Noah did everything but roll his eyes. Mirage looked upset by Noah saying that. But looked back at you when you started to talk.

“Okay.”

Noah froze. Mirage threw his fist up and almost hit the ceiling. You snorted at the reaction. Noah stepped forward and gave you a confused and baffled look.

“Okay?” He cocked his head, “You’re okay with this?”

Your enthusiastic nod helped calm him, but he was still visibly confused. “Yeah!” You nodded again, a little faster, “I mean, I’ve liked you for awhile now, but never said anything because Mirage seemed to like you- And I couldn’t really tell if you liked me back-”

“You humans are so cute!” Mirage laughed at the sight before him, “Noah doesn’t shut up about you. Even if he has been inside of me, he still thinks about being inside-”

Noah almost screamed. “Mirage, shut it!” Mirage snorted and focused back on you. They were both focused on you. “What now?”

“We just see where it goes!” You smiled at the two of them, shrugging nonchalantly. “Do you mind if I stay here with the two of you, though? I don’t feel like sleeping now.”

“Of course,” Noah nodded, “I mean, I don’t mind. Please, feel free to stay.”

Noah, being your friend, already knew a good bit about you, but Mirage didn’t. So, you sat with them and told Mirage about yourself. Just the littlest of things seemed to intrigue him. He and Noah both looked at you with such fascination.

You locked eyes with Noah, and words stopped forming. Your heart fluttered and you blinked at him. You were going to ask him what he was doing but you didn’t get the chance. Noah pressed his lips to yours, his left hand gently cupping your face. Noah, without thinking, pulled back fast. You were stunned.

“Why’d you stop?” Your voice was soft, as if you were afraid of being caught. As if Mirage literally was not sitting there watching.

Noah’s eyes widened. He didn’t think this far ahead. Mirage grew antsy. “Kiss her again, or I’ll kiss her for you.”

Noah almost launched himself at you. Both of his hands cupped your face and his lips were on yours in seconds. You were almost knocked off the table you were sitting on. Noah’s lips were soft, and while he was excited to finally be kissing you, he wasn’t sloppy about it. You were eager for more, so your lips parted, letting his tongue slip in.

Without thinking, you opened your legs, and Noah scooted himself between your thighs. Your arms wrapped around his neck and the both of you were as close to each other as you could possibly be.

“I want to kiss (Y/N) too!” Mirage was bursting at the seams.

You remembered he was there as Noah pulled away from you. You looked at Mirage and back at Noah. “Are you both sure this is okay? I don’t wanna overstep-”

“Yes!” They both smiled. Mirage, crouching down in front of you, kept talking, “If you’re alright with it of course.”

You nodded at him. Mirage was inches from you now, your eyes half lidded and his optics watching you intently. “You can kiss me.” The words left your mouth and Mirage’s lips met yours. He was focused, his kiss was not as fervent as Noah’s, and was a lot more gentle. He knew he could not get reckless. He did not want to hurt you.

Your hands cupped the mech’s cool face and you ran your tongue across his bottom lip, effectively deepening the kiss. Mirage was making out with you and it was Noah’s turn to watch. He was growing impatient.

“Mirage, you aren’t even that gentle with me!”

Mirage pulled away from you and your hands fell to your sides, resting on the table. Noah looked at Mirage with furrowed brows and you smiled. Mirage rolled his optics and sighed, “I don’t want to hurt her…” Noah looked like he was about to argue, “Look, buddy,” Mirage started in on him, “You’ve been inside of me! We know each other! (Y/N) has yet to experience that, we are still getting to know each other-”

“Whatever-”

“Stop arguing, I’m not going anywhere, both of you have ample time to do whatever you want.”

That got their attention. “Whatever we want?”

“Well, yeah. I’ve liked Noah for a while, and I’ve never been with a Cybertronian before… So, really, I’m up for whatever. I’m curious as to… How this works.”

That was exactly everything they wanted to hear. The night was about to get better, for everyone involved.

-_-_-_-_-

Mirage had you in his servos, dangling above the ground. His grip was strong, you were not going anywhere without him being aware of it. His lips pressed to yours and you were a moaning mess.

Noah’s lips were pressed to your inner thigh giving gentle kisses up towards the heat between your legs. He was using Mirage holding you up to his advantage. His teeth scraped the soft skin and you whimpered.

You were naked in Mirage’s servos. Completely bare and vulnerable. And excited. Your breathing was ragged and your body was limp, letting both Noah and Mirage do whatever they wanted. You trusted them. Noah and Mirage both seemed very capable of whatever it was they were achieving. Your brain was too foggy to fully comprehend their plan. You were just along for the ride.

Noah’s lips met your folds and his tongue was quick to lick a stripe up your pussy. Your hips jerked slightly and you felt Noah smile against you. His hands were holding your hips, his fingers potentially bruising you. Mirage however, was not bruising you. He was being gentle and you almost wanted him to be a little more rough.

“So good,” Mirage pulled back and your head fell back, a soft moan falling from slightly parted lips. “So good for us,” Mirage praised you, causing you to squirm.

“Please,” You started to beg, “Noah,” Your hands grabbed for whatever they could hold and that was Mirage. “I wanna cum-”

Noah did not respond with any words, instead he smiled again and you felt a finger push inside of you as his tongue circled your clit. Mirage’s mouth collided with your neck and lied there, the feeling of being held in the air still a weird one to you. Your legs dangled, but only slightly, as Noah held on to them like a lifeline.

Once another finger pushed inside of you, your eyes were rolling. Noah knew what he was doing. You wished you had come to him sooner. The sound of him eating you out like his life depended on it was heard throughout the garage. You really, really hoped Reek was not coming back for the night.

Your body tensed, a knot forming in your stomach and your toes started to curl. A loud cry for Noah left your lips and your hips bucked. Noah kept on going. As you rode the wave of pleasure Noah started to slow down.

Once he pulled back from you, you were left a mess in Mirage’s grasp. He looked down at you, examining you closely. You looked up at Mirage through half lidded eyes and smiled, “What?”

“I need you to moan my name like that.”

“Hm,” You bit the inside of your lip, “you two aren’t done yet, are you? I have plenty of time to moan your name.” Your brows furrowed and you gave him a serious look.

“Not after that look we’re not.”

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I think this is the third post I promised in the poll lmao, I've been all over the place recently. Yall better get ready though cause I'm planning something big for my birthday in two weeks. 🫢

Also my dumbass did not proofread so if anything is off I am sorry

Wanna Ride?

Mirage x Fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT, MINORS DNI, fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v sex, no protection cause he's a car, using a vibrator, mirage is babygirl and I love him, PRAISE, spelling mistakes,

Slipping on your thin sweatshirt, you giggle to yourself as you grab your keys and head out of your apartment.

Rushing down the stairs, not even bothering with the elevator, you jog out to the back parking lot where you see a gray and blue striped Porsche waiting in your spot.

Hearing the big metal door close behind you, Mirage honks at you, revving his engine and opening the passenger side door for you. You skip happily and slide into the car, the seat warm against your practically bare thighs.

"Hi, baby, I missed you," You laugh, tossing your purse into the backseat. Mirage revs the engine again, his voice coming out of the radio.

"Not as much as I missed you," He pulled your seat belt on and pulled out of the parking lot, taking you deep into the quiet dark that was New York.

"So, what're we doing tonight? Your message was quite vague," You tease, watching the lights flash by, you loved late night drives.

"Well, Prime said I had patrol tonight so obviously I invited you along,"

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, leaning back in the chair and crossing your legs. "Of course, you'd do that, even though last time-"

"What was that?" He interrupts, his driving not slowing down or faltering.

You squint your eyes, looking out the windows, hoping something wasn't about to fall out of the sky towards you. "What was what?"

"Your dress," He states, you bite your lip, hands gripping the edges of your sundress, trying to hide your blush.

"It's...just an outfit," You smooth out the fabric against your thighs, folding your hands in your lap, looking out the window, hoping he wouldn't mention how red your face was.

"hmm," He hums, then cranks up the AC blowing cold air on you, making your skirt flip up, exposing your lower half.

"Mirage!"

He gasped, making your blush crawl down your neck. "You're not wearing underwear!" He laughed, the sound reverberating through the leather seats. "You dirty girl, you wanna get laid,"

"I didn't think you'd be on a mission from Optimus! I thought it was just gonna be a fun drive," You try to fight the blush and heat racing through your body but you can't.

"We can still have a fun ride," He speaks quietly, still driving down the dark streets. "Show me,"

You gawk, stuttering, feeling your hands start to shake. Biting your lip, your hands travel down your thighs, taking the edge of your dress and pulling it up to your waist. You roll your hips forward, readjusting to present yourself to him.

It felt so daring to do this, but with the rising threat to the Autobots, Mirage had his windows tinted. Thankfully, even though you were still on a main road with other cars, no one could see how far down you were slouched in your seat.

"Shit, baby, you shaved for me?" You loved how he always made you laugh, it helped lighten the mood and ease any tension you had, in all situations with him, not just sexual.

"We haven't seen each other in a few weeks, I wanted to surprise you," You mumble.

"Oh, I'm surprised alright," the glove box pops open, showing a small cardboard box and a few loose papers. "Open the box, baby,"

Leaning forward, you pull out the little box, flicking open the lid and feeling yourself get even redder.

Your vibrator sat wrapped in tissues. Taking it out, you slam the glove box shut, making him groan then laugh.

"I was looking everywhere for this!"

"Well, now you have it...why don't you show me how much you missed me?" He revs the engine, making your seat vibrate against your legs.

You smile, spreading your legs and setting the toy against your slit. Rubbing it up and down to coat the silicone tip before pressing it to your clit and turning it on.

You gasped, biting your lip to keep your noises down, gripping the seats with your other hand. Your nails digging into the leather and making Mirage groan softly.

"That's it, baby, just like that," He praised, taking a left down a side road that didn't have nearly as much traffic.

His praise and compliments always made you feel so incredibly sexy. You knew even though you couldn't see his eyes that he was watching you. It was such a strange and surreal feeling: one that was truly addicting.

Feeling yourself grow wetter and more turned on, you slipped the toy down your folds and to your entrance, feeling it pulse beneath the toy.

"Shit, baby," He swore, sounding winded.

"You like the view?" You tease, gaining a bit of confidence.

"I can feel you leaking against the seats," peering down, you see a small puddle forming between your thighs. Fuck that's hot.

"I feel like I should apologize,"

"Don't you dare," He speeds up, turning down another few winding roads, you had no idea where he was going.

You pushed the toy in about an inch inside you, mewling softly, rotating your hips on the seat. "I wish you were touching me," You sigh.

"As you wish," the glove box whirs softly, then from under the door, you see Mirage's arm emerge, his cools finger stracing your knee.

You gasp, laughing softly. "I didn't know you could do that,"

"It's a bit of a twist, but damn is it worth it," He says breathlessly. His fingers are cold and soft, the metal tickling your skin as he drags them up the inside of your legs.

Putting his hand over yours, his palm engulfing your hand and toy easily, he shuts it off and places it in the cup holder.

With his knuckle, he rubs it up and down your folds, making you moan softly, both hands gripping his seats.

"Fuck, you're soaked," He moans, his thumb pressing and rubbing small quick circles on your clit.

Taking his middle finger, he runs in down your folds before pressing it at your weeping entrance. Pushing in at a slow pace to not overwhelm you.

One of his fingers was as thick as two of yours. You moaned loudly, feeling sweat form at your temple and shoulders.

You lean forward, taking off your sweatshirt and pulling the top of your dress down, pulling your sleeves to the side to expose your blue bra.

"You like the color?" You run a hand over the lace, teasing your nipple through the fabric.

"That's my blue," He whispers in a daze.

To get back at you, he starts moving his finger, a strong even pace that has you clawing at the seat and door, trying to not scream out in the open road.

"Fuck, Mirage," You can hear the wet squelch as his finger moves in and out of your core, it's turning you on even more.

"You like this, baby?" You nod, moaning and panting. "You're doing so well, you want another one?"

"Yes,"

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I'd like another finger in me," You're too close to cumming to care how desperate you sound.

Pulling his finger out almost all the way, he lines up his ring finger, pushing against your slit and letting your wetness drip down onto his fingers. Then he pushed forward, being slow and careful, but still making sure it felt good.

When you hissed in pain at the second knuckle, his thumb pressed and rubbed your clit. You threw your head back, feeling your stomach tighten, a band pulling in your core.

"Please, Mirage," You moan.

"Please what, baby?" He pulls out onto a dirt road, going along a quiet neighborhood.

"Please let me come," You beg.

"Oh. You're gonna cum?" He teases, moving his fingers and clit in a maddening rhythm. "You gonna cum all over my seats? Squirt and stain the leather?"

Fuck, you loved it when he talked like this. You moaned loudly, feeling the band grow taught, his fingers squelched as he finger-fucked you hard.

He curled his fingers, pressing them against your g-spot and pressing his thumb against your clit, rubbing harshly.

"Mirage!" You scream, feeling the band snap and your vision go black. Sound faded out, nothing mattered except the amazing feeling of cumming around his fingers.

Your back arches before setting against the leather, panting heavily. Opening your eyes, you see that he's stopped.

You're in a garage, you're not where but it looks abandoned, it was dim and dusty.

"You alright, baby?" He removed his fingers, rubbing the back of his hand against the expanse of your thighs.

"Yeah, that was just a big one," You laugh, unbuckling and opening the door. On shaking legs, you roll your shoulders hearing the classic mechanical whirring of Mirage transforming.

As you turn around, he's already coming at you. One hand cups the side of your face, and the other wraps around your waist, pulling you up and pushing you against his chest.

He kisses you hungrily, moaning and groaning into your mouth. Even with metallic lips, they were smooth and warm, not in a way you understood, but appreciated nonetheless.

He lifts your feet off the ground, swallows your gasp, and pushes you against a wide support pillar.

"Do you know who's garage this is?" You pant in between kisses.

"Nope," He smiles against your lips, moving down and nipping at your neck.

He doesn't have normal saliva, but his mouth does produce some spit like substance. It doesn't have a taste but leaves little tingles on your lips and skin.

"Mirage, I need you," You pant, your arms clawing down the smooth metal.

"Shit, hold on," He moans, his arms dropping your your waist, then suddenly he's on his knees and lifting your body up the pillar.

"Mirage!" You gasp, your hands holding onto his large metallic head.

He leans in, running his tongue along your folds, moaning loudly, his hands moving from your waist to under your thighs, keeping you fully supported above him.

You feel the strange layers of metal that make up his tongue, you don't have time to think about it more when you feel it pressing at your entrance.

He puts just the tip in, then licks up to your clit, giving it a little suck, then going back down, over and over again.

"Baby, baby," you pant, your hips rolling against his face. "I'm gonna cum," You whine.

He sucks your clit one last time, not hard enough for you to cum, then stands up, hauling you up and bending you over one of the old cars.

It had a thick layer of dust and looked like it hadn't been driven in decades.

Mirage pulls your dress up, keeping a hand on your lower back to keep you bent. You hear more shifting and whirring before feeling something hot and smooth rub against your thighs.

You moan, arching your back. He chuckles quietly from behind you. "You want this spike, baby?"

Oh, he must be just as desperate as you, he normally uses the "human" version of body parts as you called it. Spike was one that honestly fit.

He pumps himself, then slaps his tip against your folds, making you jump and squirm.

"Mirage, please," he eases himself inside, moaning loud as you. God, he's huge, in all sense of the word.

He pushes in until his cool hips are flush to yours, then leans over your shaking body. One hand gripping your hip and the other just above your head.

"Can....can I move?" He pants, you feel his legs shaking behind you.

"Yes, baby, fuck me,"

He pulls almost all the way out just to slam back in, strong hard snaps of his hips that have you moaning and crying in this random person's garage.

With your face pressed against the dirty car, you reach an arm up toward his hand. Your fingers curling around his, he lifts his hand and engulfs yours, squeezing firmly.

"F...frag," Mirage grits out, his hips moving faster. You'd laugh at the Cybertroian swear if you weren't on the verge of another orgasm.

"I'm gonna cum," You cry, lifting your hips up slightly. His fingers are digging into your hips, you can feel little pin pricks and know they'll be bruised in the morning.

"Yes, yes, please overload with me," He leans down, pressing his face into your neck, hips moving at an erratic fast pace. "Overload....with....me!" He slips his hand from your hip to your clit, rubbing with the same pace as his thrusts.

You buck and moan and cum around him, feeling his hand grip yours tighter, feeling him fill you, his hips bucking into you deeply. He raises up on his tiptoes, curling in further around you, pumping until he was spent.

He sighs, stopping his hips and lowering back onto flat feet. He kisses and nips at your neck.

"You alright, baby?" He rubs his nose on your cheek.

"Yeah," You giggle. "Yeah, I'm alright,"

He straightens up, rubbing your hips and back in soothing circles. "Sorry, I didn't ask before overloading in you,"

"It's alright, baby, it's not like you can get me pregnant," You both laugh softly.

He pulls out and pulls the edge of your dress down, helping you stand on shaking legs. You stand on shaking legs, looking up into his beautiful blue eyes, hands on his chest you lean up into a kiss.

"I love you, baby," You whisper.

"Love you, too," He mumbles against your lips, holding you close to his spark.