#transformers decepticons x reader smut

[smallestapplin]

Unhinged idea but the reverse harem autobot series has activated every single neuron in my brain

Imagine if the human was in a harem with the decepticons instead and the autobots want to save them, fearing you were being forced into the decepticon’s love (and totally denying the fact that seeing you naked on camera got their spikes painfully hard)

Giving you free reign other than that because my brain is full of the idea and empty as well AUDJSKDJDJDHF

Keep up the good work man, love your transformer fics !! :3 /pos

-Fae (if that isn’t already taken ofc)

I so need to write more of these

Warnings : GN!Reader, cybertronian language is used as it's mainly from their POV, exhibitionism, noncon voyeurism, noncon recording

Minors do NOT interact! 18+ only

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You were spotted by pure accident, in fact it was truly a miricale in the first place anyone outside of the decepticons had seen you, but it was Jazz who raised the alarm that the cons had kidnapped a human that left the autobots fuel lines freezing up.

Out on a casual drive Jazz had spotted Knockout not too far away, the con in a line up ready to street race it seemed, but something was different.

And that something was the cute human sitting in the driver's seat. He managed to radio Prowl, swiftly telling him the situation, but by the time the cop bot arrived you and the con were gone. Which left them arguing the whole way back to base.

informing the others was a whole different matter.

"Why didn't you stop him!?" Ironhide shouts, followed by Prowl agreeing with him.

So much yelling and for what?

"Alright that's enough! Jazz, you did the right thing, you could have put the human's life in danger interfering alone."

"But, Prime-"

"No, Ironhide, we need to save that human frm their clutches, but we can't do that if they are harmed or killed in the crossfires or because Megatron doesn't want to let his 'prize' go."

Ironhide growls under his breathe, angry that Prime is right, even if it means someone innocent is in the decepticons grasp. Your safety is their biggest concern, who knows what the cons are putting you through or even doing to you! Them rushing in head frsit will just put you, and subsequently them, in more danger.

They need to get on that ship and survey the area and situation, then they can go about the safest way of getting you out of there with little damage. Maybe thats how Mirage ended up on the Nemsis, invisible to the decepticons that he was careful to walk around as to not alert them.

He has a live feed right to base, so they can see everything he sees while he looks around, sneaking into room after room, peering in and looking for the little human. After the fifth room he forgets it and walks down the hallway, being sure to move out of the way for any con on patrol.

"This is pointless, if we storm them and take them by surprise we'd get that human out for sure!"

Optimus shakes his head, "Not nessecarily, if we do then one of the cons could grab the human a flee."

Bee huffs, though its a mask to hide the worry he feels watching the footage of Mirage walking through the hallways of the enemies ship, listening to their conversations of Knockout and Breakdown

"Seems lord Megatron isn't too happy."

"Yeah, I wonder whos fault that is."

"Our sweetspark wanted out to walk around, how is that my fault!?"

Our?

Sweetspark?

Optimus doesn't take his optics off the screen, even as the whispers and worried words fill the air behind him.

"Did they take a human for themselves?"

"Oh primus, they are using them as a stress toy! That poor person is probably being tortured!" Bumblebee screeches.

Prowl and Ironhide glare at the screen, muttering under theirs breathes, wanting to beat those decepticons helms in.

Ratchet keeps his optics on the screen, scowl on his face, though he can't lie about the worry eating at his spark. Are you okay? He doesn't know enough about human's fragile bodies, so could he ensure you lived long enough to get to a medic who knew what they were doing?

The room quickly falls silent as a sound grows louder and louder. Heads turn back to the screen, watching as Mirage follows quickly behind shockwave, thankfully still undetected, but the sight that greets them leaves their intakes dropped open.

Megatron, with a servo around you, thrusting his spike as deep as he could make it go.

You're sobbing, overloading, begging for him to slow down.

"Aren't you being a bit rough with them? Surely, humans are too squishy for such treatment." Shockwave spoke, merely walking towards where he left his data pad, as if this was completely normal.

"They like it. Isn't that right, pet?" Megatron grinds his spike into you, smirking as you cry out.

"Yes! Yes! M'sorry I should've asked-fuck! Megatron, please...!" You throw your head back, sobbing as it appears you've overloaded again.

Megatron vents, but his smirk never falters.

"So cute like this, taking my spike like you were meant to."

"I told you humans needed more enrichment, they would not have left with Knockout had you given them things to do while we are all busy."

Megatron's face plate twists into a scowl "Silence, Shockwave, as leader they are my Conjunx Endura first, the rest of the ship is just their...consorts."

Mirage is frozen in his spot, unable to look away from you taking such a massive spike in your little valve, and the other autobots are much the same.

So this is how they are using you? But what Megatron said, they couldn't possibly courted a human, they hate humans! Unless its...no, they'd never go that far, would they?

Hot Rod glances around the room, hoping to not be the only one finding the scene before them hot, but he can't read them.

Maybe it's just him, but seeing your soft body mold to the shape of the spike fragging you so good gets his engines purring.

He shouldn't, this is wrong on so many levels and a complete invasion of privacy. But to see your valve overflowing with transfluid like this, it gets him going.

You whimper, your optics look glazed over as you barely manage to look up at Megatron, who can't help but coo at you.

"Have you learned your lesson, dear?"

You fall limp once more in his hold, though you nearly cry once he pulls you off his spike, letting the transfluid pumped into you drop out.

"I did...I'll ask you next time, I promise."

Megatron chuckles, tenderly rubbing his thumb across your cheek, looking at you in such a loving way.

"Good. Now, I have things to attend to, but since you need so much attention, I'm sure Soundwave wouldn't mind keep you occupied."

The blue mech stands up straighter, moving away from his work station and swiftly goes right passed an unamused Shockwave.

Your gaze meets his red visor, which seems to glow. His servos shaking slightly as he takes you from Megatron, uncaring for his leader and Shockwave to make their exit, leaving him with you.

Mirage, despite his illusion feels as though he's exposed, perhaps now is his chance to leave-

Soundwave doesn't get long with you before Starscream barges in, loudly demanding his Conjunx Endura though Soundwave is not amused.

Just when he was getting his alone time too.

Optimus can't take this anymore, comming Mirage to get out of there now.

"Skyfire, go to the Nemesis and get Mirage."

The large mech jumps at his name being called, his face plate bright blue as he squeaks out a 'ok' and rushes out.

Ironhide is beyond appalled, how could those cons do that to you!? But...oh, oh Primus he wants to hold you down and let you take his spike.

The shared thought among the autobots was 'does their valve feel that good the decepticons are willing to share them?'

But oh they want to find out.

Their spikes are pressing against their modest plating, watching such a moment like that was too much for them-

"W-wait I'm-ohhh...fuck!" You squeal, body shaking from your used hole being filled again.

The room is filled with the sound of all their heads snapping to the screen, Mirage didn't seem to have moved, unable to look away or even turn the camera off.

Faintly they can hear Starscream arguing with Soundwave (though it's one sided) as Soundwave gently works his spike into your used valve.

"How dare you, it should be my turn to use their valve!"

"They were given to me, so silence." Soundwave doesn't entertain more of Starscream, focusing on you and pleasuring you.

The doors open once more, giving Mirage time to slide out unnoticed, but just enough to see Breakdown, Thundercracker, Skywarp, and the constructions following suit before the doors close.

Just how many spikes were you taking?

Just how many times a day?

"I uh, I need to go drive- Right, patrol!" Hot Rod and Bee jump up, rushing out of the room in seperate directions.

"Prime?"

Prowl looks to his leader as the larger bot holds his helm in his servos.

Optimus can't face him, he can't face anyone! Why did he like that so much? He should be ashamed, disgusted, but oh Primus above you were quite the addicting sight.

He needs you.

Frag, he shouldn't be thinking like that.

"Optimus, what is our game plan."

Jazz's stern voice cuts through his thoughts.

"I won't be easy, but we need to tread carefully."

Surely it shouldn't be too hard to obtain you, right? It's for your safety after all.

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Storm's Heat Part 2 | IDW Drift/Deadlock x f!robot reader | NSFW 18+

Word count: 4900+ ( 2400+ each scenario )

Warnings: Smut ( spike in valve, breeding kink and knotting ), some violence and attempted/mentions of non-con. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Finally, I've managed to get something done with writing. Sorry for the delay in posting anything. Was very busy over Christmas and than I caught a terrible bug that lasted weeks, and it's still lingering.

Even with the poll I still couldn't decide, so I did something with two scenarios. Am I crazy? Yeah, sure, why not? Normally the polls help but I just couldn't stop thinking about both outcomes. This is a two part story, one of each with a different scenario of events. Hope you all enjoy. 🥰

☕ Coffee

Becoming part of The Lost Light crew wasn't something you imagined yourself to be in, but you were really grateful and honoured to be offered such a position. Your job is to monitor and analyse data, simple enough for you, and you are eager to meet the crew.

Ratchet is the only one you've met before a number of times, and it's thanks to him that you got yourself on this crew. He was your first visit as you made your way towards the med bay, the only place you imagined the old medic to be lingering.

However, you managed to get yourself lost along the way down the endless halls, and as your helm was spinning you weren't paying attention and ran into someone, knocking your data pads onto the ground.

"Slag! I'm so sorry!" You hurry to gather the number of pads without looking up in your frazzled state.

"It's quite alright, it was an accident." They say before helping you gather what you dropped. The voice sounded strangely familiar, making you look at them finally.

They meet your gaze, confusion filling both his and your optics, before yours brisky widens. "Deadlock?"

He stares back at you, mute and bewildered that you're here, and calls him by his old name. He looks completely different, but you knew it was him, and his autobot badge even catches in your view.

Finally, he's able to find his voice in his startled state. "That's not my name anymore, darling. It's Drift now."

The way he called you darling makes you smile a little. It's been a while since you've last heard from him. In your last encounter you remember him as Deadlock, a decepticon you found yourself trapped within in your outpost, and decided to let yourself go and grasp into the unforgettable desire he provided.

Standing back up he offers back your data pads and you smile as you take them back. "Dead-Sorry, I mean Drift. What happened to you? You joined the autobots?"

Drift offers a tender smile. "A lot did happen, it's a very long story."

"Maybe we could catch up later?" You ask without hesitation. All you wanted was to talk with him, find out the story, if he wanted to speak about it that is.

For a moment he continues to stare before smiling more fondly. "That would be nice, of course we can. Where are you headed?"

"Medic bay, I wanted to speak with Ratchet, he's an old friend."

"Old friend? I'll need to hear that story." He smirks softly causing you to return the same. "Come, I'll walk you there."

It wasn't until much later that both you and Drift managed to find the time to meet and catch up. You were curious about his story, and just how he became an autobot. You end up meeting in his quarters just so you both had some privacy, his idea, and you sensed he had some things to say to you.

And a lot he said.

"Told you it was long. Banished Decepticon. Wreaker. Autobot. Interrogator. Public Relations Officer. And now, third in command aboard the Lost Light." Drift finishes with a light shrug as if it was all nothing.

"That's impressive. You've done and been through so much. You should be proud of yourself."

"I know, but not everything is perfect. I've done a lot of terrible things still, taken innocent lives, rained chaos as a decepticon. That's something I can never forget and I have to live with. That's what I've accepted."

"But how will you find peace then?" You ask for furrowing your optics slightly.

"Maybe I was never meant to find peace?"

"You've been given all these chances to become better, and you have. Punishing yourself won't change the past, but you can still find peace."

Drift listens and offers a soft smile. "Well, I found you again, so that might mean something?"

You can't help but blush a little. "Yeah, I believe so." He offers you more energon and you accept. It's quiet before he speaks again.

"You look well." Drift says to break the silence that lingered, and he looks as if he's nervous around you. You honestly thought it's cute.

"Thank you. You've changed a lot, but it's a good look on you."

He sits beside you on the sofa and fiddles with his servos, rolling his digits while staring at the floor, pondering over his thoughts. "I'm glad we bumped into one another. There is something I would like to say. What happened at the outpost, I'm sorry."

You furrow your optics a little. "Sorry? What do you mean?"

"I took advantage of you, it was wrong of me to do that. I've done a lot of terrible things in my life, many mistakes were made, a lot of innocent lives were taken by my servos, and that's something I'll live with forever. What I did to you, again, I'm sorry."

You continue to stare at him, still confused, and let your own thoughts ponder through your mind. "Do you seriously believe what we did was against my will?"

"Yes?" Now he sounds confused. "At least I pressured you, pushed you, didn't I?"

"I don't remember it like that." You shrug before thinking back to that moment. "I remember an autobot and a decepticon were trapped together in an outpost in the middle of a bad storm that lasted at least a month. In the moment, fractions didn't matter, and I wanted it to happen because I was so uptight about being cooped up. You showed me a pretty good time, and I never once held any regrets. Not once did I ever consider what happened was forced on me."

Drift listens as you speak, letting everything sink in through tender optics before letting out a long and quiet vent, as if relieved.

"Are you certain I didn't hurt you?"

"Not once did you hurt me. I promise." You touch his servo under your own, offering an assuring rub. "I'm...I'm glad we got to meet again, I was hoping we would cross paths."

"How so?" Drift is curious by what you mean.

You decide to not without holding back. Even if he rejects you, at least you could finally move on with him out of your thoughts, maybe. Leaning closer you meet his lips with your own and share a tender kiss.

You feel him tense, but it quickly departs, and then you feel him leaning into it, welcoming the delicate smooch. Tilting your helm you deepen it a little and coil your glossa with his own, which he softly eagerly accepts while moving his servos across your waist.

This entices you to straddle his lap and press yourself against his chassis, letting every moment of this last for as long as possible, because you didn't know if this will ever happen again or what Drift was even thinking at that moment. All that matters is he is kissing you back, and you are craving more from him.

Finally, the kiss is broken, but you remain close as you gaze into his optics, taking in the softness that swims in them. All you can do is offer a sheepish smile before speaking.

"Call me crazy, but I was hoping to find you again. You kind of left your mark, I couldn't stop thinking about you." The confession gets you all shy. "I don't know, just that...guess I like you. You might've changed your life, your name, but you're still you, and I feel drawn to you."

Drift listens, letting her words sink in before giving a tender smile, reaching up to caress her cheek plating. "It's not crazy. I'll admit, I thought about you from time to time, wondering where you were and what you were doing with yourself. I honestly didn't expect to run into you again, but I'm grateful I have."

You return with a smile, a weight lifted off your shoulders hearing him speak words you were hoping to hear. "So, what now?"

"Would you like to keep going?"

You nod, because you didn't trust your own voice to stutter through the elation growing through your system. He brings you closer and kisses you again, your servos moving behind his helm once again while deepening the kiss together.

His servos skillfully move over your hips and waist, holding you against him while his glossa coils playfully with your own, letting out soft moans together while the kiss plays on.

You decide to keep going for more and descend your servo down between you both, running your soft digits against his heated panel, earning a hitched vent from him against the kiss.

He doesn't hesitate though and retracts his panel, his semi hard spike emerging out, and there he still has his knot, making you giggle lightly.

"Well, guess not everything has changed."

Drift smirks through a light moan feeling your servo wrap around his throbbing spike. "Can I assume you missed not just me, but my spike as well?"

"Maybe." You tease, sharing another gentle kiss with him as you stroke him, right across the thick base of his knot and caressing around it with a gentle squeeze causing him to let out a stuttered vent.

"Well, I can happily say that I'm ready and eager for your lovely valve. Think you can handle that again?" Drift asks through his heated vents, waist wiggling a little against your stroking of him while you continue to pump him gently.

"I can handle it, all of you, always." You sound so confident, and you were, very much, and Drift's smile stretches more as you answer this.

Keeping your servo wrapped around him you lift your hips up to hover over his throbbing spike before sinking down, feeling him pulse through your channel, quickly meeting with his knot that settles against your valve lips. You missed him, so dearly much.

"Drift." You call him by his name, forgetting his decepticon name, gracefully wiggling your hips and grinding down on him, rubbing your node against him that creates an abnormal, yet sensual rolling moan from him. "Oh Drift...."

Your body rocks in motion against him while wrapping your servos around his neck, bringing yourself closer, and you can't help but smile through your heated moans as you hear his alluring purrs, silky sounds that swim around your audios. His servos hold securely against your waist while helping to guide you more down on him, though you were doing most of the work yourself.

His knot endlessly grinds against your valve, desperately seeking the velvet warmth that already surrounds his spike riding through you. You want it, all of him, so much, and you eagerly respond by pushing yourself down more firmly to try and get that knot in you.

Drift lets out a rowdy moan, feeling you grip all along him while attempting to bury yourself onto his knot that throbs rapidly, his spike increasing in size little by little, before he helps by pushing you more harshly down on him, and this is the help you needed before you feel his knot push past into your valve, locking you both together with his knot expanding, creating a elegant throbbing bump against your valve.

A sharp cry echoes from you feeling sudden stretch expand through your channel, every ridged pulse sending waves of electric shocks against your inner walls that boil through your frame, embracing him tightly with your face buried against his inner neck, letting out ravenous moans that join his growing purrs.

Within moments, you're rolling your waist skillfully and firmly against him, feeling his knot tugging at your valve at each grind you deliver against him. He meets with your movements in sync, harsh grunts hitting your lips before kissing him deeply and joining your glossa's together. It's you that overloads first, clamping down on him and letting out a buzzing mewl against his lips as the shocks rush through you. Then you feel him jerking against your frame before stilling, warm thick ropes of trans fluids soaking your depths while his knot expands more and prevents anything from leaving.

Resting against his chassis you let out heated vents as your fans kick in to cool yourself off. Drift doing the same while his servos wrap around your body, holding you close against him, his knot buried deep within your valve as you clench around him eagerly still. You missed feeling so stuffed by his spike and knot.

"So, would you like to go on a date?" He manages to ask and you answer through a beaming giggle.

"Yes, please. That would be nice."

Drift caresses your cheek plating and leans forward to share a kiss with you. It's so tender, gentle through your senses. "I look forward to it, darling."

It's a date.

AU where Decepticons win the war...

Its a living nightmare for all autobots. This wasn't meant to happen, least not how you imagined it would turn out, and now you find yourself a prisoner of war, captured with your group as you attempt an escape off the planet, only to fail.

Optimus Prime was offline. The decepticons have won the war. Cybertron was under Megatron's control. Autobots were spoils of war. All the worst and horrible things were happening so quickly.

Your group is led off a shuttle and shoved into a building, no one knowing what's to happen. The autobots were at the mercy of the cons.

You're trembling, lips quivering as your bound servos clench tightly to try and ease your nerves, but this doesn't help in the slightest. You're terrified about what your fate is to be, or just what might happen to you. After all, you're a femme, not a lot like you around, and that makes you stand out more.

Rough servos suddenly grab hold of you, tugging you out of your group, and you find yourself in the grasps of a decepticon who is staring at you with the most putrid smile.

"Well ain't you fine and dainty. You're coming with me, sweetspark. Me and the boys are going to have a lot of fun with you." Your optics widen as you're suddenly dragged away, the shouts and curses of the other autobots are heard but ignored. They couldn't help you.

"No, no! Please!" You plead as you try to dig your pedes into the ground to stop but fail as you're pretty much dragged across through the erupted crowds and into another rowdy building, music and cheers screaming out from it. They were celebrating, and you are their next taste of victory.

Upon entering, the catcalls and whistles cut through your audios that make you tremble more, trying to hold back your tears as the grip on your arm tugs you through into the center.

"Got us some entertainment! Let's show the auto-slut how we like to treat a femme!" The con announces before shoving you into a group, and chaos erupts.

Your screams and pleads were silent through the decepticons' own shouts and calls, each trying to grab and tug at you, before being yanked away again by another. Your helm is spinning, you're tired, and your vocals hurt, you just wanted this nightmare to end.

Things only got worse when the decepticons now start fighting over you and punches are thrown, one managing to knock the side of your helm and throwing you to the ground. Your audios start ringing from the impact as you try pushing yourself up off the floor. Escape. You needed an escape.

Another pair of servos grab you and you start struggling again, only to stop when you hear a familiar voice against your audio.

"I've got you, darling."

"Deadlock?"

"The one and only." You can feel his smirk as he lifts you into his arms and loops your cuffed servos over his helm.

You don't answer but you do act instantly by holding onto him, your saviour, as he attempts to take you away from the others that still try to grab you, though Deadlock wasn't going to let that happen. He'll tear them all apart if he must.

Grabbing his blaster he shoots one nearest to him in the shoulder, not killing them, but enough to send a message for the others.

"Get back!" Deadlock snarls at them all. "She's mine!"

Energon splattered across your face as the shots rang out but you didn't even flinch, you have much more to worry about in that moment.

Everyone knew who Deadlock was and just knew how dangerous he could be. Though the message was sent, it didn't mean they were stopping.

"You have no claim over her! She's nothing but war spoils!" The one who had dragged her here argues.

"What the fragging pit is going on?!"

A thundering voice cuts through the air and sends shivers through you, making you hold onto Deadlock more letting out a whimper as he offers quiet shushes against your audio. You peek your optics up, only to face an enormous con approaching Deadlock.

"Having fun with the spoils boss!" Another cackles which earns them some eager chants.

"Turmoil, do you really want this kind of greasy behaviour in your city? Your troops allowed rape anyone they please?" Deadlock knew his commander. As blunt and taciturn as he was, he wasn't one to approve of that kind of pointless behaviour.

"Whose brilliant idea was it to bring the femme here, to a bunch of riled up horny soldiers?!" Turmoil raised his cannon, swinging it around causing the others to duck for cover, but he wasn't interested in shooting anyone. " That's why we got brothels, to handle your needs! Stupid. The lot of you!"

That was it then. No further attempts were made to get you.

Turmoil fixes his optics on Deadlock. "Get her out of here. I don't care what you do with her." That answer is good for Deadlock, and carries you away from the scene.

It's over. You're safe.

"Thank you, thank you..." You feel yourself cry softly into his shoulder, a sickening weight is lifted off and you're now safe.

"I won't let anything happen to you."

Deadlock brings you back to his apartment, which is rather nice, and makes you wonder just how important he was. You sit on his berth, cuffs gone, and he offers you energon which you accept before he then starts to tend to a few minor injuries on you.

It's been so long since you last saw him when you were stationed at that outpost. After the storm had passed, you both parted ways, and that was it. Deep down you missed him, no matter how much you told yourself how wrong it was, you couldn't help but feel the need to see him again. Did you fall for a con? Yeah, you think you did. Now here you are, ruined again.

Seeing you again wasn't something Deadlock had expected to happen, but he was glad he came across you in your situation just in time before it could escalate. He didn't like his property touched, and made that clear when he started shooting them.

"Are you hurt anywhere else?" He asks once he's taken care of the ones he visibly saw.

"I'm alright." You whisper back, still trying to process everything. Then you feel a touch against your cheek plating and meet his optics. How could someone look so dangerous and harmless at the same time?

Deadlock is sitting beside you on the berth as he takes in your cute face he had missed, his digit gently tracing across your cheek plating while tilting his helm, as if trying to read every detail about you while you lean into his touches, before you find your voice again. "What happens now?"

"You'll remain with me." Deadlock doesn't hesitate. There's no way he can let go of you again. "Turmoil is my commander and I'm his SIC, he was given the city by Megatron. Things are still adjusting and new laws are being laid, but I'll make sure he knows you're not to be touched by anyone else."

At least Deadlock could do this to make sure you're not bothered. "What you said before, 'she's mine', what did you mean by that?"

"It means exactly that." He leans closer, his ravenous optics lingering through your own closely. "You're mine, everyone will know this, I'll take good care of you."

It should've made you feel degraded to be owned, but it doesn't. You see it as protection, a safe haven, but best of all you'll be with Deadlock. The autobots lost, there's no point in resisting, not that you wanted to towards Deadlock. In fact, you crave for this touches already. Calmly, you lean into his servo still lingering against your cheek plating and offer a delicate smile. He returns the same with an upturn smirk before closing the distance between you both and kisses you. Kissing him back you tilt your helm, deepening the kiss you both share with your glossa's coiling together. Oh, you've missed his lips, those pointed dentas, everything about him.

He's the first to break the kiss but he keeps close, letting out a satisfied purr while he nuzzles into your face, making you smile more, the most you've smiled since your capture. He speaks again. "Why don't you use the washranks? Get yourself soaked in fresh oil, and I'll help with you polish after."

"Thank you." Getting up you run your servo across his shoulder while keeping your optics on his, a light tease that makes him smirk softly again in return. In the doorway you stop and turn to face him again, noticing he was putting away the medical supplies he had used on you. "Would you like to join me?"

Deadlock meets your gaze again before giving a rather pleased smile between his sharp dentas as his amber optics glowed wildly. "I would like that, darling."

In the washranks you both settle within the fresh oil bath together as you straddle yourself within his lap. Your servos glide across his armour, digits trace across his decepticon badge, and move them back up to caress his cheek plating fondly, admiring every inch of him.

Deadlock watches you, curious and pleased to see you exploring. He knew you were a smart femme and you weren't going to cause trouble. He missed your cute face, that innocent smile, he could never forget about you after your time together at that outpost. Letting out another purr he leans his cheek plating into your servo, kissing the inside of your wrist before leaning across to claim your lips again. He tugs you closer against him by your waist while the bubbling heat grows between you both, a crave you'll both be unable to shake of. You already knew he had become your obsession, an addiction you'll never want out of your life, your knight in shining armour to love and protect you.

"Fragging pit, you're so beautiful darling, cute little femme." Deadlock murmurs through his growing hunger against your lips. "I bet you've missed me, not just me, but my knot as well. I ruined you for anyone else to satisfy you, didn't I?"

"You did." You answer honestly. It's true, and sure, you've shared the berth with a few other partners after Deadlock, but none of them ever got close just how good he made you feel.

"Good." Is his amused answer before you let out a startled gasp when you feel his servo glide across between your legs and against your panel, only for you to retract it immediately for him.

His satisfaction is visible before he pushes a digit inside, and instantly you're rocking yourself against him, moaning loudly while clenching your already soaking valve around his curling digit.

"So wet and eager." Deadlock couldn't hold back anymore. "Turn around, I want that aft nice and high for me."

Obeying his command you turn yourself and lean over the edge of the in floor basin, lifting your hips with your exposed valve in view and dripping with oil while you wiggle, teasing him as you send a lustful glance back over your shoulder.

Deadlock lets out a deep sound from his chassis, a profound growl that runs through his entire frame at the sight of you. Retracting his panel, his already throbbing spike slides out, along with his thickened knot as the whole length pulses. He lays himself across your back and takes hold of the front of your throat, tugging you back and kissing you firmly that you eagerly return, rocking your hips back against his heated spike that glides against your valve lips, ridges stimulating against your node.

He humps you, getting off the intense stimulation, before directing himself against your valve and thrusts forward firmly. A choked gasp erupts from you, feeling his pulsing thickness stretch you wildly, forgetting just how big he was. His swollen knot presses against your valve and he keeps still, savouring your clenching valve as he moans loudly against your audio.

"Oh darling, I've missed your tight valve." He growls in desire as he rolls his waist, earning a cute mewl from you. "I'm going to frag you always, claim you day and night, always ready for you. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" You let out an intense loud whimper. "Please, make me yours!"

Deadlock is overwhelmingly pleased, giggling through a grin between sharp dentas before he starts moving, grinding against your aft with his servos wrapped around your middle to hold you tightly and sets a shallow and firm pace, thrusting his spike into your depths. There's no holding back from either of you as he breeds you to his desire, rutting wilding, earning constant lascivious mewls from your vocals, his helm resting against your shoulder as his heated grunts press into your audio.

You feel his thickening spike plunging deeply through your channel over again, heated possessive grunts hitting your audio while you fall apart under him, letting him breed you as he wanted. His knot hits the outside of your valve repeatedly, grinding against your node perfectly, sending shock waves through your entire frame.

The wet sounds you hear causes you to quiver more, enjoying just how silky your valve is for him, willingly welcoming every possessive thrust he delivers. Your metal armour clangs against him over again as does the oil swish around against his excessive movements. His grip around your middle tightens as he starts to grind himself more firmly, and you know what is about to happen.

All you can do is spread your legs more for him and move back to meet his strong movements, trying to help him knot you, as this is what you both seek and become tied together.

"I'll fill you deeply with so much of my warm fluids, your chambers are flooding, and maybe we'll have a sparkling. Is that something you would like, darling, huh?" His words roll out through heated purrs.

The very thought of having his sparkling sounded perfect. "Yes, yes, please, I want that!" You'll give him as many as he wants.

"Wonderful."

That's your only warning you get as he grinds himself firmly against you harshly, followed by sharp thrusts that rock you forward and makes you squeal out while he tries to push his thick knot in. It takes a little more effort, but eventually he manages to push through your valve, tying you both together. You cry out in bliss feeling his swollen knot imbed you, spike pulsing widely and tip pressing into your chambers while he keeps thrusting, your mewls loud and eager.

Lost in the moment you lose yourself and overload hard, clenching tightly on him as you cry out in bliss. He snarls through his violent thrusts, and he uses his dentas to bite into your shoulder to lock you in place before shooting thick ropes of his warm trans fluids into your chambers and soaking through your channel. His bite only adds to the arousal, as does the growing bump over your valve where his spike and knot lock you both in place together. His movements slow, turning into slow jerks that cause you to whimper as your cooling fans kick in and rest against the edge of the basin, knowing fully well you'll both be there for a while.

You find yourself drifting in and out of stasis, with the lack of recharge you've had your systems struggled to keep you alert. At some point you end up in his berth again, cleaned and polished, resting within his safe arms as his servos ghostly graze against your back in a soothing manner. Easily, you've fallen for him, love perhaps, and you want to be with him always.

Deadlock feels pretty damn lucky to have found you again, his special cute little autobot, and he had no plans ever letting you go. One day he'll convince you to switch the symbol on your chassis, joining you to the winning team and giving you the life you deserved.

"No one else can ever have you, you're mine. Only I can provide you with a good life, and that's right at my side. Do you understand?" His words whisper into your audio, making you respond through a low hum.

"I understand."

"That's a good femme."

[decepticononline]

IDW! Starscream x (Gender Neutral) Cybertronian Seeker Reader

Warnings: oral sex, riding, very light dom/sub, fluffy, size kink, hints of the reader being romantic with Thundercracker and Skywarp too, this is very gender neutral but the reader has a valve.

Summary: To Starscream you were the only one on cybertron who knew how to help him with his 'issues'.

The gentle sting of a clawed servo being placed on your backstrut made you turn around to see that Skywarp was behind you. The mech had a wicked grin on his faceplate and was holding up your datapad.

"Huh, looks like Screamer sent you a message on here. Are you ignoring your internal comms?"

You had to reach up to snatch your datapad back from the mech as he towered over you. Out of all Seekers within the faction, you were the smallest.

"Stay out of my personal belongings, you creature."

Skywarp simply purred and put his servos on his hip-struts. His glossa rolled out of his intake receptor and he wagged it at you provocatively. Your optics rolled in annoyance and you walked to another part of the base to comm your commander in privacy.

Since Starscream had reclaimed the throne of Cybertron he's been much busier now than he was as second in command of the Decepticon army. With him being busier meant he was much more stressed than normal.

This happened to put a strain on the already eccentric relationship you had with him. All the night cycles you've spent underneath him or one of his trinemates over the last few eons have clearly meant nothing to the mech if he neglected to give you the attention you felt you deserved.

Skywarp was too depraved and Thundercracker was too distant to give you the attention you sought. Your spark felt the strongest connection with Starscream, and if he wanted to be insolent about it then that was his loss.

"Finally, I need your assistance with an issue."

Starscream answered the comm sounding as if you hadn't just been ignoring him for the past couple of decacycles and that angered you.

"You only comm me when you need my assistance with your issues..."

"So that's what your problem is... No wonder you've been so infuriatingly annoying lately. Come by to see me and I'll make everything up to you."

With that, he ended the comm and you growled in annoyance, Starscream was unbelievable and unpredictable yet to him, you were completely predictable. He knew you'd come back to him one way or another.

So go back to him you did, just this time you weren't that easy, and you still had some dignity left. When you walked in he was sitting on his throne like normal, a golden Vosian crown upon his helm and a seeker high-rank soldier at either side of him.

With a simple servo gesture, both soldiers exited the room in sync with one another.

"How does it feel to be within my presence again now that your little failed mission of ignoring me is over?"

"Feels like I got kicked in the helm."

Starscream scoffed and gestured for you to get closer to him and you denied.

"Sorry, I won't be that easy."

"That fierceness is one of the many things I love and cherrish about you."

He always knew just what to say to make you submit. It was like a gift he had, saying things that made your spark flutter. You had to mentally slap yourself to not ask him if he really meant it.

Starscream gestured once more for you to approach him and this time you hesitated but obliged. You sat yourself down on him and he didn't waste any time leaning over to bring his dermas to yours.

You never felt this small with someone unless it was Starscream. It wasn't just his frame that was larger than yours, it was his confidence and willpower.

The kiss was gentle and you debated on giving him another. No one could deny how handsome this mech was. With his chisled features, bright red optics and sharp denta most failed to resist his advances.

"See something you like?"

"Always my Liege."

His wings fluttered behind him and you found yourself becoming fixated on them. They were so much bigger than your own and you couldn't help but slide your digits down the sides. You knew just what spots to touch from your previous nights of entanglement with him.

While you touched his wings, he touched yours. The touching of one's wings for seekers was completely intimate. Seeker wings were much more sensitive than the wings of regular fliers.

Starscream liked to have his wings rubbed, Skywarp liked to have his wings scratched, and Thundercracker liked to have his pulled. Your own wings fluttered and shifted to all of the touches Starscream gave them.

"It appears we're at the part where you tell me how much you need me."

He whispered into your audio receptors and that made your entire frame shiver. You got down onto your knee-plates and dragged your glossa along his armored interface panel.

You swirled circles around it and coated it with the fluids of your intake receptor. You even wrote his designation in Vosian along his panel with your glossa. As if you spoke the magic words to him, the mech let his panel slide off.

His spike sprang out and was already half pressurized and leaning to the side. You immediately wrapped your servos around his length and brought his tip to your dermas.

"You know I'd do anything for you my Liege. No matter how insufferable you may be..."

"Insufferable? As if that valve hasn't been slick with lubricant the moment you heard my voice through comms."

You ignored his comment and gave the tip of his spike a long lick and a groan emittited from his vocal receiver. You wrapped your dermas around his spike and took him into your intake, guiding him along the way until you hilted him in.

He put his servo on your helm and you felt his clawed digits sinking in.

"You're always so talented with that glossa aren't you?"

Your intake started to gag to signal that you desperately needed to vent and only then did he let go. You resumed to bobbing your helm up and down his shaft while he let a few slurs, curses and growls fall from his dermas.

He had this look in his optics that made you think he was getting ready to pin you down but you had other ideas. After sliding of your own interface panel to his surprise you got on top of him.

You've never taken control during interface before due to your size but as the saying goes there's a first time for everything. You lined your valve up with his spike and slowly slid down on it.

You welcomed him internally with the tight clenching of your walls and he moaned in delight. You bit down your dermas and offlined your optics when you began to slowly rock your hip-struts.

Out of all the mechs you've been with Starscream always filled you just right. It was like you two were meant for eachother, destined to be conjunxes.

The pace of the rise and fall of your hip-struts increased along with your pleasure. You'd never expected any cycle of your life to be full out riding the mech.

The way the tip of his spike was rubbing your walls internally made it feel like your protoform was tightening. The pure look of pleasure on his faceplate was gratifying to know it was you making him a wreck like this.

When his optics rolled back and his servos gripped around your hip-struts you picked up the speed. When you felt like you were getting ready to overload the mech stood up to hold you up by your hip-struts and that made you cling to his frame.

You looked down at the sudden drop from the height he was holding you and huffed.

"You think I'd drop you? Me of all people? Besides you're already holding me so tight that I don't believe you'd fall, and I don't mean with your servos."

He thrusted upwards into you while your leg-struts wrapped around either sides of him. Feeling him stretch you like this from this angled quickly ripped an overload from your systems.

The overload was brief but so intense it made your cooling fans stutter. Your valve gripped and clenched around him while drips of your lubricant leaked from around his spike and it made you mewl.

Looking into his optics like this was truly liberating. Having Starscream, ex-second in command of the Decepticon faction and now King of Cybertron pistoning into you at this angle completely made up for the lack of attention you received.

No mech had ever fragged you so passionately or efficiently as Starscream. Every experience with him was memorable for a lifetime. Your spark begged to be intertwined with his the more he touched you.

His wings began to flutter sporadically behind him and he bit down on his dermas when his overload breached. He made your ride out his overload with him by continuing to slam his hip-struts against yours.

His bright purple transfluid painted the spasming mesh walls of your valve. With how sensitive you were, you felt every spurt of his climax inside you. His optics were dimmed and his cooling fans were whirring loudly.

It caught you off guard when the mech began to leave a slew of kisses down your neck cabling. He was reluctant to remove his spike from you or put you down. The chamber to his spark slid open with a hiss and the bright blue orb made your optics widen.

"See I told you I'd make it up to you."

[roug-3]

Ok, request are closed !

I’ll only do

Bayverse transformers

Rotb

That’s all I’ll do bc those are the only shows I’ve actually watched (and I’m embarrassed to admit that-) give me one shots, head canons whatever.

Characters from ROTB I’ll do:

Optimus primal

Optimus prime

Airazor

Bee

Mirage

Arcee

Wheeljack

Scourge

Nightbird

Battletrap

Noah

Cheetor

Rhinox

I’ll do:

NSFW 18+ ONLY

Sfw 16+

Fluff 15+

Angst 15+

Gore 18+ (I do some scary gore)

I won’t do:

Character x character

Anything dealing with SA or Rape

Character x reader x character

I’ll only do character x reader

[orion-nottson]

devil’s in the details | tfp!megatron x reader

A/N: i have tfp megatron brain rot. like i know he’s cray cray and deluded, but literally so am i we’re made for each other he’s mine

also this obvi deviates from canon, bc there is no way on god’s green earth that dreadwing and starscream could coexist semi-peacefully.

also, please be warned that i haven’t written transformers fanfic since i was like 14 💀💀 fought for my LIFE with the terminology (had to check my old WATTPAD stories to find some vocab 💀)

summary: lord megatron propositions you. it’s a rather bold request.

content: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, minors DNI, femme!cybertronian!reader, seeker!reader, sticky sexual interfacing, breeding kink, wee lil bit of choking, technically boss/employee relationship, power dynamic (it gets semi-resolved), implied past relationship/thought unrequited love, average decepticon emotional constipation, business arrangement procreation

word count: 6,367

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The Decepticon warship lingers somewhere over the southern pole of Earth, resulting in a dramatic decrease in temperature, even with the efficiency of Cybertronian technology. You shift your wings for the umpteenth time, armor plates releasing air to alleviate the discomforting chill that’s started to bother you. Of course, it was far from being so cold that you needed to worry about your core temperature, but you are a Seeker from Vos, and Vos was always warm.

The thought makes your wings tremble again, so you hurry yourself to your quarters with a bit more haste.

It wouldn’t suddenly be warm and tropical, but at least you’d be able to curl up and shiver in privacy. Recharge sounds particularly nice too, considering you’ve been up for several cycles trying to appease Lord Megatron’s endless demands. Inwardly, you roll your optics— There seems to be nothing you can do that would satisfy him.

The corridor finally breaks into the wing that houses Decepticon high command, where yours and your fellow officers reside. Your room is down almost the entire expanse of the hall, the turn right before where Megatron’s personal habsuite lies. From where you’re walking, you can spot the sleek, black metal door. A chill runs up your back struts, and your processor convinces you it’s from the icy cold that’s overtaken the Nemesis.

“Curse this inhospitable, organic planet.” Muttering to yourself dissuades you from also blaming your Master, who was no help either, if you were to be honest. He could shove his “not wanting to expend precious Energon on unnecessary heating” decree up his tail pipe.

You resign yourself to some rather cold nights for the foreseeable future. Perhaps... If you played your cards right, as the humans say, you could convince Soundwave to pilot the ship north. Maybe somewhere near Hawaii...

A sharp, gravelly voice from behind you calls your name, and you spin around to see your Lord and Master a ways down the corridor from you. Immediately bringing yourself to attention, you straighten your back struts and bow politely.

“My liege.” You say, thanking Primus you’ve become so accustomed to Megatron’s thunderous shouts that you no longer jump, let alone flinch, when they occur. The silver mech strides up to you easily, displaying all the strength of a warrior in the confidence of his steps.

“Retiring to your quarters?” He asks austerely, as if he’s ever concerned himself with your whereabouts, let alone personal routine. Unease creeps up on you, so you shift on the thrusters of your peds and cross your servos over your chassis. Wings fluttering, you reply slowly, “Well, yes.”

“Allow me to accompany you there.” The silver mech says brightly, and it’s such an absurdly peculiar request for both the mech saying it and the situation at hand. You instinctively snort a laugh.

“I do believe I know the way to my own habsuite, my Lord.” You say before you can stop the words from coming out, and immediately regret them once they do. You meet Megatron’s hard stare sheepishly, wings dropping timorously. Forgetting your place in the grand scheme of things is not wise amongst the Decepticon ranks.

To your utter shock, you’re not met with a vicious reprimand and instead Megatron grins— this wickedly suave thing�� and purrs, “Humor me.”

And all you can say is, “Of course.”

Megatron hums appreciatively, brushing past you as he takes the lead, like he always does. You step in time behind him, nearly colliding into his back struts when he suddenly halts, and you stumble backwards a few steps. The looming mech pivots, glancing down at you with a quizzical expression in his glowing optics.

“Seekers are a rare breed, yes?” Lord Megatron asks, and whatever game he’s begun to play with you genuinely stumps any reasoning you attempt. Opening your mouth, your optics dart over his face, trying to decode whatever message your Master is sending and coming up empty. 

“Er... Yes, my liege? Even before the war, Vos was not a populous city-state. There are probably... even less now.” You reply cautiously, becoming very put off as Megatron takes a step towards you. He looks as impassive as ever, though you’re beginning to see a very curious appraising expression overtaking his faceplates. It begins with the upcurve of his mouth, derma pulled into the most wolfish grin you’ve ever seen on the mech.

Utterly bizarre. Your processors want to reset because this Megatron is starting to look like the studly gladiator of Kaon you’d hear be lasciviously giggled about, not the ruthless, merciless tyrant he’s supposed to be.

“I have a rather... avant-garde proposition for you, my most loyal Seeker.” Megatron purrs, his servos clasped easily behind him as you’ve seen him too many times before, often when he schemes. He’s also talking to you as if this is casual, expected business of him; matter-of-fact and cordial, with his usual cool drawl.

Before you can reply, Megatron turns sharply once more and begins walking down the corridor, stopping after a few steps when he realizes you hadn’t started with him. He turns his helm to look back at you, this time there’s this strangely unreadable expression on his faceplates.

“Follow me.” He says simply, and without a second thought, you do.

Even though you’re a Seeker with naturally long legs, his pedsteps are even longer strides, so you have to exert some effort in keeping up with Megatron. It adds to the growing franticness that’s begun to bubble up inside your chassis. 

While not exactly fear, though that’s certainly part of it, you’ve been a Decepticon and aboard the Nemesis under Megatron’s direct command long enough to know that when he becomes cryptic, it means trouble. Or at least a command that you’d rather not be the one to deal with. Bluntly asking what the frag he’s on about wouldn’t be the best course of action, but you know that he likes you enough not to offline you immediately if you did.

So you do.

“My Lord, what exactly are you asking of me?” You inquire, noting with slight abject horror as Megatron approaches the door to your quarters and types in your lock code with ease. Of course, he is the leader after all. Instead of answering your question, he makes you feel even more uneasy by throwing you a mysteriously sultry look and quipping, “Let me have you if only for a breem. Or longer should I entertain you.”

You catch the flash of his ruby optics, their intentions indiscernible, and then he disappears into your habsuite like it’s his own.

There’s something to it, an itch of a thought that’s begun to decipher the puzzle and put together the pieces. Lately, Megatron has been far more... involved with you, more eager at your presence, and it was blatantly obvious that he grew quite miffed when others got too close. It was no secret to anyone— From Soundwave and Starscream to a lowly technician— that Megatron had an optic for you (many did, frankly) and thus he was quite possessive of your wiles and charms as well.

This line of thought leads you to step into your room, slowly and evenly as if it’s unmarked territory and not the quarters that were assigned to you millennia ago.

“Lord Megatron...” You trail off, catching his stare just as he sets your old null ray back on your weapons rack, where most of your old, dismantled, and prized tools are located. Your null ray had been a favorite, until some blasted Autobot blew out the important bits that kept it working. That had stung, and even eons later you still curse that specific Autobot to the Pits.

Megatron flexes his claws, and with a flourish he clasps his servos behind him once again. His red optics scan the entirety of your quarters, lingering on your berth until they come back to rest on you. His gaze is equal parts unnerving and fascinating, as if he’s deconstructing you armor by armor, stripping you down until he’s watched your spark pulse.

His optics, like twin red suns, center you at their universes, and you feel oddly... flattered at their amorous disposition.

“It is no secret that I have watched you for some time.” Megatron starts, tilting his helm as he becomes pensive. You nod dumbly, hardly processing a word he’s saying. Megatron takes a single step towards you, looming like a shadow. In the dim lighting of your room, his silver armor catches all the chiaroscuro, his violet accents hued to black. Only his glowing, fiery optics remain bright. He continues.

“I admit,—” Megatron drawls your name deliciously, “— That I have found myself... captivated by your beauty. Entranced by your prowess, both in battle and mind.”

“I...” Your vents hitch, wings shivering at the praise. Blinking rapidly to ensure this isn’t some monumentally vivid dream, you clear your intake and say, “I don’t know what to say. Thank you, my Lord.”

Megatron laughs, that slight chuckle that sounds halfway between his engines roaring and something genuine that comes from the spark. The silver mech’s rolls his shoulders, armor hissing as it releases air. Wildly, he confesses something you never would have expected from him, “I believe myself bewitched.”

His servos have clasped themselves into fists at his sides, and briefly you wonder if he’s angry with you, then his entire frame relaxes like he’s decompressing after a long spar with Dreadwing.

“Tell me, my little Seeker, why have you denied yourself of me for so long?” Megatron asks it like a tease, like he’s some boon to be revered or a sacred sword to be wielded. Heat rises beneath your armor plating, and your processors race kilometers a nanosecond to find a suitable answer. Or at least one that doesn’t make you sound like some lovesick femmeling.

You couldn’t lie and say you had no... feelings for your Master, who was as handsome and dark as he was powerful and cunning. Megatron was once a gladiator of Kaon, and gladiators on Cybertron were what you had often admired, marveling at their strength, drive, and raw spark. Megatron had been no different, though you also found his commanding presence and impressive intellect to be even more attractive.

That was really why you’d joined the Decepticon cause all those millennia ago; Drawn to your Master’s fight to bring equality to the rigid castes and to seize control of the Energon supply to better disperse it by his charismatic allure.

And somehow, Megatron knew all of this.

“It would have been insubordination if I acted upon my... desires.” You reply, crossing your arms over your ample chassis with a shrug. Megatron matches your collected temperament with a hum, staring down at you with unreadable red optics.

“Indeed. Though I wish you’d had disobeyed, my little Seeker.” Megatron purrs, taking a step towards you that closes the space between your frames and boxes you in. His EM field magnifies the atmosphere around you, tingling at the periphery of yours.

“M-My liege?” You gape, faceplates feeling hot as metal left in direct sunlight. He chuckles, and sinfully the tip of his glossa runs over his pointed denta. Your spark skips a beat, owlishly watching 

“If I had known sooner that you wanted me as direly as I did you, then this song and dance would have concluded vorns ago.” Megatron growls, optics flashing with not anger, but lust. He takes another step, and you’re speechless.

“That being said, I am patient. I have no qualms with how long we have waited, nor will I if you choose to wait longer.” One of the tyrant’s long, clawed digits clicks at the bottom of your chin, tilting your face upwards. His touch is delicate, like you’d break if he pushed too hard. Honestly, you probably would if he did. Part of you wants to see him try.

“What did you want to ask of me?” You whisper, optics fluttering until they stay half-lidded and dewy under the carnal scrutiny of your Lord. Megatron grins, a sliver of sharp denta flashing in the lowlights of your habsuite. He takes a final step towards you, a half-shuffle that does well to close the gap between your frames, the air warming from the work of your combined engines. You hope he feels the way your spark races, hope he feels the heat emanating from your core.

“Give me an heir, carry a sparkling of my code and stand beside me as my queen.” With each word, laden with desire until it shows in his optics that drip with lust, Megatron has you against the wall of your habsuite, one servo tracing the sleek edge of your wing.

It’s entirely intoxicating, and against your better judgment and all remaining reason— and mostly because you haven’t had a good, hard frag in ages— you moan.

It’s a soft, angelic sound that barely catches on the audials, but it makes Megatron grin like a shark. You gasp, affronted, optics flickering, “My liege!”

“Have I offended you?” He breathes, and suddenly his mouth is against your neck cables, each word leaving the softest of kisses on your Energon lines. Your resolve nearly crumbles entirely, each brush of his dermas like a shot of high grade to the systems. You sigh, vents hissing, and place one servo on his chassis. Beneath the broad expanse of silver armor, his engines rumble like thunder on the horizon. It makes you pulse with need.

“No.” You whisper, wanting to sing as Megatron kisses the slope of your jaw, then pecks the side of your mouth, agape with shock. He pulls back, the heat of him evaporating as soon as he’s once again standing at his full height. You tremble, not from the cold, but from his absence. 

It’s not something you’d ever given much thought about, your feelings towards your Lord and Master, but it’s something that’s come rushing back. All the suppressed thoughts, the dashed dreams, the impossible futures... They come back to you and leave you weak in the knee joints, cooling fans whirring from the memories of the fantasies you’d entertained when you’d had long midnights alone.

“What say you then?” Megatron’s stare is hard, unshaking and fully serious. He wants to have a sparkling with you, wants you to bear him an heir— He wants you as his queen and equal, to stand beside him and lead the Decepticon cause. The expression on his face is a cross between a wild animal, wanting to ravage you the nanosecond you say Yes, and the warlord with enough resolve and self-restraint to accept if you say No.

It’s all so much at once. Eons of time made up in just a single question. Details and technicalities will have to be conferred over later, as for now you’re content with the conditions as-is.

“Well... You are a handsome mech, my liege.” You reply, teasing him by placing a chaste kiss directly on the Decepticon insignia on his chassis. He doesn’t say anything, only his engine rumbles more audibly. You look up at him and salaciously imply with a coy smirk, “I do believe we’d make a fine clutch of sparklings.”

And then you find yourself swept up into his arms, back struts and wings pressed against the wall, your Lord’s hips slotted perfectly against yours. The more base urges inside you squeal, your Seeker coding nearly overtaking you and having you present to him like a turbofox in heat.

Not one to be outdone, Megatron quips, “And you are quite the striking femme— Shall I ravage you against the wall or your berth?”

You laugh, cut off only when Megatron captures your dermas in his, drowning you in the roughness of a mech starved of Energon. He kisses like he owns the practice and has made it an artform; Dragging your dermas with his, glossa invading your mouth, denta nipping dangerously close to sensitive nodes and wiring. You moan and gasp, coming to the realization that one of your servos grips his wrist and the other is flat against his chassis.

You shutter your optics, reveling in Megatron’s power and dominance, wanting so desperately for him to devour you. The warmth blossoms, spreading throughout your core until you feel charges pulse at your interface panels that have you whimpering.

After what feels like vorns, Megatron parts and your dermas unlock with a metallic pop. Megatron’s mouth ghosts over yours, and he hums as he repeats himself, “Berth or wall, little Seeker?”

“The berth, my liege.” You urge breathlessly, a delighted sound escaping you as Megatron heaves you from the wall and carries you to your desired destination. He isn’t gentle when he deposits you on your berth, doesn’t mind the wings, so you hiss when your back struts connect with the metal beneath you. Megatron manages to keep himself between the smooth metal of your thighs as he hitches one knee up onto the berth.

“I wonder,” Megatron stops to kiss you deeply once more, making your processors spin, “If this is an auspicious position for conception.”

A bite to the dermas stifles your wanton moan. Your Lord may not be fully aware of it yet, but each mention of being sparked, of bearing his heirs, has your more base urges spiraling out of control. While Vos was not populated by many Seekers, the need to breed is more hardwired into the programming than most other frame types. His words act like fuel to the fire.

“O-Oh— I can only hope.” You gasp, your whimpering cries smothered by Megatron’s dermas in yet another bruising, brusque kiss. This time, he lingers, slows down as if he savors the taste of you on his glossa. Your servos grip his shoulders, smoothing along his breadth before your pointed digits grip at the armor panels high on his back. Megatron responds most enjoyably, using one servo to anchor himself above you and the other to caress down your body.

His servo travels from the curve of your waist, talons scratching at your paint, down to the slope of your hip where it rests heavy and warm on the junction of your thigh. He teases the sharp point of his thumb digit on the transformation seam nearest your interface panels, causing you to arch your back struts like a cat. Megatron uses this opportunity to settle a servo on the low of your back struts, where he pinches at the sensitive nodes at the bases of your wings. That makes you cry out, your cooling fans whirring loudly as a charge builds up deep inside you. 

You’ve never been this close to an overload so quickly before, though you’ve had many sleepless nights built up to bring you to this moment. And Megatron proves his expertise in the berth, past rumors and gossip proven to hold more truth than you once thought. 

Your entire frame feels electrified, your lower body feels like it’s on fire, the heat centered gloriously on your interfacing parts. Particularly your valve and anterior node, which feel wet and pulse beneath the panel with each of your sparkbeats.

“You react so gratifyingly.” Megatron purrs, his gravelly drawl like fine high grade on the audials, uncharacteristically sweet and sensual. He glances down at your interface panels, where your glowing transfluid is beginning to seep out along the seams. With a devious grin, Megatron meets your gaze just as he presses his thumb digit to your overheated panel.

“Megatron!” You cry his name, forsaking honorifics, and nearly overloading on the spot. Almost unconsciously, you send a command and your valve panel slides open, revealing your weeping slit and throbbing anterior node. You cry out again when Megatron wastes no time and starts tight, small circles on the sensitive bundle of mesh wire and circuitry.

“Beautiful.” He hums, quickening his pace on your anterior node as he notices sparks fly as your charge builds. You grip his back, claws digging at his silver armor and leaving scratches in his already worn paint. Megatron leans in, steals your dermas in a kiss, keeps circling your wet node, and just as you see warnings for an imminent overload— He stops.

The charge doesn’t die, but it decreases to a staticky tingle, and you part from the kiss, scandalized that he’s prevented your overload. You gape at Megatron, giving him a glare that could rival the World Destroyer’s himself. He only offers you a sly look.

“My liege.” This time you growl the title past grit denta, bucking your hips against your Master’s still servo. He hums, your anger meaning nothing to him, though indulging you by brushing two digits along the transfluid-soaked mesh of your valve. You gasp, optics blowing wide as he pushes them in, mindful of his sharp claws, stretching you wonderfully.

There’s a slight burn at first, pain sensors sending alerts, alleviated as your frame adjusts to accommodate his thick talons. Megatron eases his digits back until they are almost out completely, then sinks them back in. Your knees come up, peds shaking as you hook them behind his back struts.

“Patience, my dear,” Megatron kisses your neck cables, “Is a virtue.”

And like he had your anterior node, he works your valve slowly, steadily building the charge that buzzes all the pleasure centers in your frame. Warnings for an overload screen your vision again, this time your optics flicker as it grows closer. Staccato vents escape your intake, fans skipping cycles and hitching, encouraging Megatron to go faster, digits plunging in and out of your valve with sopping, moist noises. The room smells like interface; the tinny tang of transfluid, the almost-burnt smell of metal-on-metal friction.

You moan, this time a long keen that crackles in your audials, and Megatron responds with the first pleasured sound you’ve heard from him: A low, throaty groan that he practically strangles in his intake like he doesn’t want it to escape.

“M-My liege, plea-please.” You whine, writhing, bucking your hips even as Megatron’s servo relinquishes your wings in order to still them. You sob, systems on the fritz as the charge crackles, your overload closing in due to Megatron’s working servo and digits. He laughs again, the breathy one that you adore, and surprisingly heeds your plea.

“I want you like this when you take my spike.” Megatron hisses, doubling his pace and making you scream. The wet squelch of your mesh grows louder, and with each thrust of his servo, his knuckle joint brushes your throbbing anterior node, whiting out your optics.

“I want you disheveled.” The tyrant presses close to you, tightening the cyclic thrusts of his digits, biting at the base of your neck cables. Your helm lolls to the side, voice crackling in constant whines as you squeeze your optics shut. He growls, sharp denta piercing an Energon line close to your shoulder armor, the pain mixing with pleasure and having you singing.

“I want you desperate.” Megatron snarls like an Earthen beast, the gruffness of his voice matching the hot stretch of your valve. Transfluid soaks the inner seams and mechanisms of your thighs, spilling onto your berth below. Megatron drags his dermas to yours, his glossa hot and heady as he shoves it in your mouth and dominates the kiss. You moan against him, gripping him tight and hearing the sound of metal screech as its torn.

The silver mech groans, low and rough, breaking the kiss and allowing his helm to fall besides yours. To the cables and wires of your neck, he leaves open-mouth kisses, condensation hot from his vents, then pulls himself up to your audials and whispers harshly:

“I want you as mine.”

The last word is punctuated by a hard push of his digits and his thumb squashing your anterior node, and your overload hits you like a system crash. You wail, wings fluttering and hitting the berth with metallic clangs as your body seizes, the charge overtaking your processors. Pleasure like molten lava consumes your frame, transfluid squirting out onto Megatron’s forearm like paint.

The overload lasts eons, like some supernova of a dying star. Your legs lock, armor plating shivering, wings hitched high and scraping against your berth.  Maybe this is what death is, you think illogically, Maybe I’ve joined with the Allspark.

“Beautiful.” Megatron breathes again, his optics glowing in awe, “Positively beautiful.”

It takes a click for your processor to compute what he said, then another for your optics to blink back on. Coolant tears leak out the corners, blurring your vision. Your mouth gapes, dermas damp with condensation, your cooling fans whirring in loud in your audials. The grip you have on Megatron loosens, servos slipping until they fall upon his shoulders.

The charge in your valve mesh and anterior node quivers and bounces, and you realize with a pleasant tremble that Megatron’s digits are still firmly inside you.

“Megatron.” You coo his name, “Megatron.”

He says yours back, like all you’ve done and are doing is exchanging designations in a routine meeting and it reminds you of a time when things were simpler between the two of you. It’s been eons since Megatron’s seen you the way his ruby red optics gaze upon you now, eons more since you’ve felt seen.

War has made you both volatile, too tough and too angry to do anything else but fight, and fight some more. But here, in the privacy of your berth, blanketed by the secrecy of darkness: War can’t touch you. Nothing can.

“How I have yearned for you...” Megatron cups your faceplates, his servo cool against your overheated frame. You smile, still hazy from your overload and the lingering sensation of his other servo very much connected carnally to you, feeling like you’ve overdone yourself on too much high grade. 

A switch flips inside you, the one that reminds you’re no fainting femme, but one that asks and will take regardless. You are a Seeker, after all— It’s in your code to want offspring.

“Give me a sparkling, my Lord.” Even though your voice wavers, it still sounds like an immutable command. The contemplative look on Megatron’s face morphs into the devilish one, and he snarls, removing his digits from your core. A thin line of gooey transfluid stretches between you and his servo, until Megatron brings it to his mouth and his glossa licks along the length of his digits. His optics narrow in as he hums.

“You presume you can command me.” And yet he obeys again, his interface panel unlatching with a hiss. His spike emerges, a long, thick one that fills in sections, ribbed along its length. Glowing transfluid oozes in droplets from its tip, rolling down the underside of his spike. Your jaw drops, both in want and slight alarm— Megatron is a large mech, you should have better anticipated a large spike.

“Know this, dearest: I will take you, ruin you, fill you up until my code takes.” Megatron promises, lining his bobbing spike up with your throbbing valve. He then grabs your hips, propping them up for a better angle. You quiver, writhing on your berth and bracing your servos on his forearms. His armor is hot under your touch, and your claws dig into the smooth of his paint. Then you match his stare, licking your dermas.

“Frag me like you mean it.”

Megatron suddenly thrusts his spike into you and you wail, unforgiving of your smaller stature. The delicate mesh and sensitive wires give and mold around the hot rod of his pulsing length, forming a slick suction around your lover. He groans, easing back then thrusting in with earnest. Your thighs tremble as you take him, each rimmed circlet of his spike passing into you, dragging deliciously on your valve’s walls.

It’s a tight fight, even with being loosened by Megatron’s thick digits. The transformation seams on your hips and thighs stretch, soft whirs and clicks as your frame adjusts to take him. He’s the biggest you’ve ever had, and the strongest too. The power in his hips drives you up the berth, and he pulls you back down.

You can’t meet his thrusts, but you try and buck your hips in time with him, erratic at first. Megatron’s servos are locked on you, guiding you when your movements skip or miss. All the pleasure centers in your frame are alight, charges sparking and fritzing along your circuitry. Another overload builds, a hot, deep bubbling in your core.

With each thrust of his spike, your valve squelches, the mesh slick and hot with transfluid. More drips down your legs, your aft, onto the berth, leaving everything tacky. Megatron hits a particularly sensitive node deep inside you, one you didn’t even know was there, and you keen. Coolant tears prick at your vision again, escaping the corners and rolling off your faceplates. 

“How badly do you want it?” Megatron seethes, and you could mistake his lust for anger. He seizes your neck cables, dangerous talons threatening Energon lines, as he demands, “How badly do you want me?”

“Desperately.” You wheeze, optics whiting out as Megatron squeezes your neck cables just so as he gives you a series of particularly rough thrusts. Your peds tighten on his back, urging him deeper. Your Master vents, harsh and hot, his engine rumbling loud in his chassis.

“You will look...” Megatron chokes on a groan,”... Excellent with a trine at your hip.”

That makes you whine, Seeker coding squealing and preening at the thought. A trine. Three little sparklings just like their carrier. You’d delight in carrying them in your gestation chamber, wanting to see yourself change and swell to accommodate them.

“I want... I want,” Your voice cuts out, broken by a sob, and you can only manage a tight, “I want that!”

“Good.” Megatron pistons his hips like a jackhammer, his rhythm not breaking once. Powerful thrusts meet the wet heat of your core, the tops of his thigh armor clanking loudly against your legs. The overload warnings start appearing once again. Megatron hisses when your valve tightens around his length, and it prompts him to pick up the pace.

“You are so pretty.” He growls, leaning in to recapture your dermas with his. As he kisses, he doubles his speed and the strength behind it. You moan and sob into his mouth, servos gripping him by the back of the helm. His glossa battles with yours, his sharp denta nicking you more than once. Then he switches to kissing you deeply, soulfully, like he’s found salvation in your dermas.

It’s as you’re so viscerally connected to Megatron that the heat in your core reaches a boiling point, the slow-building electricity coming to its peak. Your valve walls spasm, the giving mesh convulsing in the telltale sign of your overload on the horizon.

Somehow accomplishing it, Megatron kisses you deeper, his faceplates flush and hot against yours. A particularly hard grind of his spike on the sensitive nodes of your valve has you gasping into the silver mech’s mouth. Your optics squeeze shut, you feel like your core is about to explode with heat—

Your second overload hits, just as spectacular and wonderful as the first. Electrified charges bounce between the mesh of your valve and Megatron’s throbbing spike, transfluid soaking him and yourself once again. It’s only after your audials tingle that you realize you’ve screamed loudly enough to reset them. Your systems crash, processors overheated and cooling fans hitching and trembling. With a hiss and a long grunt, Megatron follows you over the edge as well.

Warmth blooms in your core, pleasure nodes and receptors picking up the hot liquid feel of Megatron’s transfluid deep inside you. It comes out in spurts, and he rides his overload by continuing to push into you. As your optics come back online, you catch him hunching over you, ceasing his thrusts in favor of pressing as close as he can, spike still weeping transfluid and coating your inside walls.

Megatron hisses and groans, his frame shivering just once as he finishes, lazily bucking his hips thrice to empty himself completely. He doesn’t disengage his spike, leaving it to soften in your overworked valve. You can’t feel your peds, not after the overload you just experienced, and your entire frame shudders when he nips at your neck cables once again.

For a while, he hovers above you, his EM field embracing your frame. Softly, your servos caress his upper back struts, the tips of your digits dancing along his seams. His servos finally release your hips, revealing he’s left shallow dents in your armor. No matter, you’d wear them proudly. 

“Do you have fiber cloths in your refresher?” Megatron asks, breaking the comfortable silence, his vocal processor crackling only slightly. A twitch of the helm is the best “Yes” you can offer, and brutally Megatron parts from you, drawing a soft whimper as his spike and warmth leave you. The thought of sliding your interface panel back on crosses your mind, but your anterior node and valve are still throbbing so tenderly you can’t will yourself to do it.

You hadn’t realized you closed your optics until Megatron’s approaching pedsteps makes you open them again. He stands before your sprawled, ruined frame, a sheer fiber cloth in his servo, reaching to clean you. Silently, he wipes up the glowing transfluid that’s stained your berth, then moves to clean what’s left on your body.

For a long few moments, the sounds of your cooling fans cycling down, wings softly scraping on your berth, and Megatron’s movements fill your habsuite. At some point, you hear the distinct click of Megatron’s interface panel closing and you tilt your helm up to see him putting his spike away. Also distinctly, the slight burn of soreness as Megatron wipes your exposed valve of excess transfluid.

You’d need to wash regardless, but it’s the thought that counts.

“That was...” And you have no words. Your voice sounds distant and far away, like you’re listening to yourself whisper from miles away. Megatron hums to fill your silence, then you hear the muffled sound of the cloth being discarded somewhere in your room.

“May I join you for the night?” Your Lord’s question is far more polite than it needs to be, considering the circumstances, but it’s 

“Of course.” Your answer is quick and sure, marked by the tremendous effort you put in to roll onto your side, even though you still can’t quite feel your legs. You watch Megatron around your berth and sit at your side. He stretches, silver armor plates shifting and whirring back into place, the length of his back struts revealing his hidden Energon lines.

Then he swings his peds up and lays beside you like it’s the most normal action he’s ever done. Though you do have to scoot over until your wings stick out past the edge.

“I would like for this to be a repeated venture,” Megatron teases after he settles himself, “And if you will accept, for this to be continued past a successful newspark creation.”

He glances at you out the corner of his optic, its glow dimmed. You smile.

He’s never been one for grand romantic gestures, never one to speak about softer, kinder things like “love” or “sparkbonding”. It’s unbecoming of him, the Leader of the Decepticons, former gladiator of Kaon, dark Lord and powerful Master. You don’t know if he’d ever pose the actual question, or if it will remain as nebulous, vague riddles and coded phrases for you to decipher and analyze. It isn’t in Lord Megatron’s making to be tender— At least not in the explicit regards.

“I want nothing less for the sire of my offspring.” You reply, your frame curling around the curve of his chassis, servo finding the same spot it always had: Right above his insignia, above his spark. His engine rumbles evenly, the steady drumming could bring you to power down, though you’re kept awake by the pleasant ache between your legs, the chill of the Nemesis, and the pride in bearing your Lord an heir. 

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epilogue

Your berth is too small, much too small, for two Cybertronians attempting to recharge upon it. Megatron keeps an arm wrapped under and around you to prevent you from falling off, your frame halfway atop his. One of your servos rests under your helm, the other lazily traces invisible shapes on his broad chassis. Both of your EM fields mingle, the waves pulsing to each other in rhythm.

Earthen hours have passed since your coupling, and though you’re tired, you find yourself unable to slip into recharge.

“My Lord?” You catch his attention, Megatron optics flickering back as he pulls himself from the onset of recharge. Part of you regrets keeping him awake— Primus only knows how many sleepless nights your leader subjects himself to— and the other part of you quietly marvels at how he was nearly dozing in your arms. What show of trust is as great as that?

“If I am to carry, this means the Decepticon cause loses one of its strongest warriors—” You sigh happily as the warlord shifts so that his servo rubs your wings, tenderly caressing sensitive transformation seams and Energon lines. What more you wanted to say dies on your glossa, too caught up in the tender display of affection your Lord gives you.

“A temporary hindrance.” Megatron rumbles, shuttering his optics once again and stating, “The Decepticons will prevail.”

It falls quiet, fully so for a handful of clicks until you pipe up again.

“... And, we will need protoforms. And transitionary metals and alloys. And start the process of distilling Energon into low-grade, sparkling-safe—”

Megatron silences you with a deep kiss, one that has you purring in delight and cupping his faceplates. He lingers on your dermas for a few beats, his EM field heavy and warm on yours, lulling you closer to recharge. Megatron parts, settling down on his back struts, his frame creaking and hissing air as he relaxes. Then he sighs:

“We will discuss technicalities in the morning.”

[jazz-miester]

Yandere Bayverse!Optimus x Decepticon Mech reader smut?

Also, I wanted to say that I LOVE your works! Especially that one Optimus x reader one.. it has me in a chokehold. Anyways, feel free to ignore!

Hung Over You

Pairing: Bayverse Optimus x reader

Reader type: Decepticon Mech

Song: Lady Lie- Rainbow kitten surprise

Warnings: I'm gonna put Dubious Consent here as a warning. I. Honestly i'd rather be safe than sorry yall. And please please for all that is holy. Get absolute consent from your partners before doing anything. If the yes isn't given whole heartedly and said with everything the person has to offer. Don't do it. It's not worth it.

An: Aww you're too sweet! I'm glad that you like my stuff so much! Hope that this is what you wanted lol. I'm not to familiar with the yandere thing so im lowkey just winging it. Also putting this under a read more because this came out to be 4186 words long lol.

Tags: @rawmeknockout hope you don't mind me tagging you in this lol.

You have caught his optic. Which honestly is the most dangerous thing you have ever had happen to you. There has been. Rumours that have spread from out of the Autobot ranks. But they had been rumours. Right?

Primes don't do that. They. They don't.

Not once did you truly worry though. When would you ever see him? You were one of the few medics that the Decepticon army had left. Most others had defected to the Autobots.

Really. It made sense. They left so they could work in a slightly safer environment where you were less likely to be offed by your patients. Still, even with how long you've been with the Decepticons you find yourself wondering why. Why have you stayed for so long despite the Decepticons going so far out of the ballpark of what they once stood for.

It was becoming less and less often you would find that reason to stay. And at this point you were only finding it in the older mechs. Those who were forced into their casts by the functionists all because they transformed into something other than a silly little microscope.

They were the ones that still fight so they would no longer have to risk their lives on a job that they higher nobles where to afraid to do. They stuck with the original Decepticon ideals so that their future younglings wouldn't have to live the harsh and horrid lives they did.

They are the reason you kept going. Kept doing what you did. They were he reason you still had a flicker of hope for the Decepticons. That Megatron was truly fighting for your peace. That he would lead Cybertronian kind into a new era. One of peace and prosperity in the way they never had before. A life where your frame didn't dictate how and who you would be.

You lost that little ember of hope on a Decepticon battlefield. Every attempt you made to help the others. To heal, to mend. All of it in vain when the bombs began to rain from above.

Again and again you went out dragging in bots and cons alike to some semblance of safety as the bombs screamed in the sky. You were forced to quit when an Autobot. And old and ancient mech stopped you and pulled you into the shelter. It was his rust colored paint that filled your vision as he gave you some sense of solace.

It was with him you grieved the loss of any hope you had left.

All of this. The wrought and ruin of his own troops, supplies, territory. All of it destroyed for a blind assault on the chance he could kill his enemy.

All of it because Megatron was to much of a coward to face Optimus Prime himself.

You did all you could. Tending to the injured. Helping even the Autobots. Or at least all that would allow you to.

It felt like a life cycle for the bombs to quit falling. Longer still for the metal of Cybertron to settle. And longer for the air to become ventable once again.

You did what you could to lead the injured up and out.

A lot of Decepticons turned their back on the cause after that. Most choosing the neutral path. Not willing to chance facing their brothers and sisters. Friends. Lovers.

Some, like you, pledged yourself to the Autobot cause.

It was on that battlefield that you saw him for the first time.

Optimus Prime.

There was a million and one warning bells going off in your helm the closer he came.

"Are you here to fight, or to stay?" His voice rumbled like distant thunder just before a storm of acid rain. This was the same question he had asked every con before you.

"Stay, I suppose." You spoke after a moment. You had long since torn away the Decepticon insignia. You could still feel the distant ache in your sparkchamber.

A botched job for what should have been the greatest moment in your lifecycle.

It meant nothing now.

"I have heard you helped my troops mech. Is this true?" Blue optics looked you up and down then stopped on your own. For the briefest moment you wondered if he could see you. Truly see you. As if the matrix gave him some supernatural ability to pick apart your very spark.

Cybertronians used to worship Primes.

"I did." You answered. "And I will continue to do so. If you allow. Optimus Prime." A grin split his lips when you were done speaking.

"If you are willing then yes.." He trailed off.

"Y/n sir." The Prime tilted his helm. Mouthed your name.

"Y/n." Something about the way he spoke it sent your spark pounding. Your takes turning.

Megatron sounded like that once.

Just before everything went to slag in a hand basket.

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That wasn't the last time you saw the Autobot leader. And it certainly wouldn't be the last.

"Y/n! Mech! Pay attention slaggit!" Ratchet's voice was right in your audio receptor. His servos moved with more efficiently than you have ever seen in any mech or femme. It was supernatural, almost, to watch.

The two of you were elbow deep in a mech. The damned frontliner decided to play hero.

You could have sworn you had seen Optimus. There in a window that the assistant has forgotten to close.

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"He's damned good. For a con." Ratchet would both praise and poke at you at the same time. "I'm glad he's on our side though."

You were proud with where you were at the moment. You had built a reputation for yourself. Worked in a place that made your skills worth something. You worked with bots that wouldn't have your helm for just venting wrong near them.

You caught a snippets of Ratchets and Ironhides conversation from where you were organizing field kits. Restocking and filing inventory on this had fallen to you after a while.

Well. You were until Optimus came spilling in. Energon flowed freely onto the floor where it really shouldn't have been.

Two mechs carried him in. You were quick to clear a med berth off. Already you were in the process of cleaning when Ratchet began barking orders

Time to show Ironhide those skills Ratchet was bragging about.

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Sometime later and what seemed like an obscene amount of energon, Optimus was deemed stable. Currently he was sleeping off the anesthetics.

"Will you keep an optic on him and tell me when he wakes kid?" You looked up from the data pad you were typing on when Ratchet spoke. "I have some reports I need to finish and I need to plan some care for when he wakes up." You waved a servo.

"I've got it Ratchet. Go do what you need to." With a heavy sigh he left. Muttering about Primes being stupid and self sacrificing for no good Primus damned reason.

You went back to restocking field kits. You needed something to do with your servos while you waited for him to wake up.

Which wasn't much longer after you finished. The Prime woke with a start. Bolting upright as he took in where he was. Some part of his processer still stuck out there on the feild.

It was only after he swing his legs over the side of the berth did you walk towards him.

"Prime. You need to stay laying down. If you get up now you could re open the welds me and Ratchet placed." Your voice was low. Soothing. The same voice you have used a thousand times over for Decepticon coming out of general anesthetics. At least this time you were greeted with a look rather that blaster fire.

Really. Megatron should have implemented some sort of psychiatric treatment for his troop.

Optimus said nothing as you walked up to him. Slowly you placed one servo on his shoulder. "I need to check on the welds before I go and get Ratchet. Are you ok with that or do you want me to get him to do it?" You always gave them the option. Some still didn't trust you. Former Decepticon and all.

"You may." The Prime leaned back slightly. His legs spreading further apart as he balanced himself. You said nothing other than giving him a nod before going to check the welds across his abdomen.

The welds looked ok. And they were still holding up despite the fact he decided to spring up off the berth. You took the opportunity to glance at the ones on his arms. Then checking the cabling at his neck that had become undone.

You froze for a moment when he leant forward. Slumping as if suddenly overcome by fatigue. Out of reflex you caught him by the shoulers. Bracing him as he fell forward. Optimus's helm fell on your shoulder. His servo brushing against your hip and thigh.

"Slaggit! Prime are you ok?" You pushed back on him. Righting the blue colored Prime. "Are you dizzy? Any pains that we were not aware of?" You looked over his face plates. Looking for the drain of nanites and fuzzy unfocused optics.

Nothing.

"I am fine. Just." He paused. "Apologies, Y/n. I did not mean to cause concern." There. Again. That same look he gave you on the battlefield sometime ago.

"Are you sure? It is no issue. I can go get Ratchet. He wanted me to get him after you woke anyways." A slight flicker on his face plates. A sort of, annoyance? Then.

"Get him if you must. Ratchet is my CMO for a reason." It wasn't until you pulled away did you realize Optimus's servo had been on your waist that entire time. Only did you know when you pulled away and his digits grazed along the dark grey plating.

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You felt like you were going insane. Someone was leaving you gifts. It wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact it was inside your habsuit on your berth.

They were the things you liked. Sweetened energon candies. A very specific polish you thought you would never find again. There was even a praxian crystal rose at one point. Who would give that away to a former Con you would never know. After the fall of Praxus they had become scarce.

You saw Optimus a few times after he had been discharged from the med bay. He came a few times afterwards to keep the welds in check and to make sure the new cabling in his throat had took.

You had been the one to check on the welds after a while. And to make sure the Prime had proper movement in his left arm. The one that you were now currently holding and moving to ensure fluid movement in the shoulder joint.

There was that look again. Like he was staring into your very soul. You felt that if you bared your spark chamber you would feel less exposed.

"And this? Any pain, aches?" The Prime rumbled out a laugh. Not once had he looked away from you.

"No. Truly, it is fine. You've done a very good job." You could feel your faceplates warm. Not use to any type of praise.

"It was hardly all me. Ratchet did the bulk of it." Optimus humed. Pulling his arm away. His digits brushed against your chassis before they settled in his lap. He flexed his palms and you couldn't help but to look.

Only to sputter a cough before he looked up. Almost getting caught ogling the Primes thighs.

"Still. You have done good. I am grateful to have such a skilled mech on our side. Your skills are valued here, y/n." He spoke your name with an intensity.

The two of you locked optics for a moment. The Prime almost drawing you in. He servo rose and hovered next to yours. You swore he almost would have taken it in his if it weren't for Ratchet calling him to his office.

The look that covered his facelates looked almost murderous. You had stepped back when he did that. And the look had fallen almost as quickly as it had came. Filled with a different, almost fearful look at your reaction.

The Prime rose and left. Giving you one last look before going to meet Ratchet. When you glanced back down to the berth you felt you tanks turned.

There, in the center of the berth, was a singular Praxian rose. The one that twined the other currently beneath your berth.

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You said nothing about it to anyone. Instead quickly taking it and placing it within your subspace before Ratchet or any of the other medics or assistants could notice.

When Optimus left he had caught your optic then glanced at the berth the rose had been on. When he noticed it was gone and how quickly you had looked away. He smiled.

That night you had went to your habsuit shaken. Placing the rose with the other things you had been given.

Was. Was Optimus the one doing this? It would make sense seeing as how he would be one of the few with the proper codes to get into your habsuit.

But why? Why you? And was it really you?

You didn't fall into recharge that night. And you were in a daze for the next day cycle. Ratchet having reprimanded you more than once for your forgetfulness.

You nearly dropped the glass vials holding nanites when you saw him in the window looking into the supply closet. Optimus had studied you briefly before leaving.

You didn't move for many klicks. Servos shaking as you tried to calm yourself.

The next few days went the same. Catching Optimus in the corner of your optics every time you turned. It made you jumpy. Skittish. You began to pull away from the bots you had made friends with. Even to Ratchet who seemed to be concerned. But he said nothing. Did nothing other than lay his servo on your shoulder and give you the most sympathetic look you had ever seen.

.

.

.

"Y/n. Prime needs you in his office." You glanced up dumbly to the femme that had called your name. You had been in the rec room watching some old holo vids Toptwist had put on. A chorus of oohs had filled the room. Most of the bots acting like you had just been called to the headmaster's office in the academy.

Instead you swallowed thickly and nodded your helm at the femme.

You're frame is shaking the entire walk down the hall. Your mind was racing.

Did you do something wrong? If so then what? As far as you knew you were doing everything Ratchet needed you to. You didn't cause any problems with the others. No matter how much you wanted to throttle some of them when they wouldn't stop fragging you over just because you used to be a Con.

Is that why? Did some mech of femme complain about you being a former Decepticon?

You didn't want to lose what you had here. To much. It. You had finally found a reason to keep fighting. The Autobots they held up the ideals that the Decepticons used to have.

You don't think you would be able to quit this. Not without some consequence on your mental health. You needed this.

.

You stopped before the door to Optimus Primes office. You didn't know if you should com him or knock on the door. In the end you chose the latter. Fisted servo hovering before the engraved metal door for a klick before you knocked.

Ice flooded your frame. Something. Something spoke to you about this being a bad idea. That you should turn. Run.

Instead you ignored that millennia forged instinct.

"Enter." Optimus's voice sounded from the other side of the door after you knocked. The door sliding open and closing behind you quickly when you stepped inside.

His office was quaint. Small. There were odds and ends decorating shelves. A few organic plants here and there that looked well taken care of. It was such a rare sight to see. The war on Cybertron and rendered all organic life null. Unable to grow in such an hostile enviroment.

There were data pads from floor to roof on one wall. Suddenly you remember that the great Prime was just once a simple archivist in Iacon.

"There's no need to stand near the door, dear Y/n. I promise. You are not in any trouble here." Your helm snaps from the shelves of data pads and towards the Prime sitting at his desk. It was cluttered with data pads and reports. A few trinkets here and there. There was even a floating holo screen of what you assumed was him and a few other bots in one corner.

"I was told you needed me sir?" You strode to the center of the room. Just before the Primes desk. He smiled and shook his helm before rising from his seat.

"Please. There is no need for formalities here. I am just Optimus. " The Prime rounded the side of his desk before leaning against the side of it. Crossing his arms over his chassis.

You swallowed thickly. Finding yourself falling into a parade rest. "I was told you needed me, Optimus?" You repeated the question with his name instead. He gave a small laugh when he looked over at you.

"I meant it when I said there was no need for formalities Y/n. Please." Optimus pushed himself away from the desk as you made an attempt to stand comfortably. It was a little awkward.

Optimus stopped before you by less that a foot. You had to raise you helm to look him in the optics. You were not exactly a small mech but you reached just below the Primes chin.

"But yes. I did want you down here. I wanted to discuss something with you." His servo rose. The palm of his servo hovering just next to your helm before settling firmly on your shoulder. You couldn't help but look to that servo. Then to him as he began talking once again. "I have heard you've done good work here. And i'm proud of the fact that you are." The servo fell then digits hooked just below your chin.

Your spark began pounding in your chest. "I expect you have met my gifts well?" You optics widden and you pull away from those digits.

"That was you?" Your voice rose slightly at the end. At least that was a conformation. Whether or not it set you at ease was debatable to say the least.

"Of course. I'm sorry I couldn't deliver them in person though. I didn't need the others thinking I was playing favorites." His optics looked your faceplates over. His glossa darted out to wet his lips. "I find you to be the most brilliant mech I have had the honour to have in my troops yet. Y/n I have been hung over you since the moment I saw you." His servos cup either side of your helm. The size of them almost engulfing you.

"There is something addicting about you. I have yet to lay my servo on it. But. I wish to have you, if you will." His thumb brushed along your bottom lip. His optics following the movement of his thumb as he did this. "Of course we will have to keep this secret for a while. But I do not mind." His voice was low. Almost rattling in your chassis from how close he was now.

Chassis to chassis. Touching. So close. If the two of you were to slide the metal away. Surely your sparks would touch. The gesture here. Now. It was intimate.

Suffocating.

"Sir we can't. Its." Optimus's face darkened.

"Optimus. Please. Call me Optimus." His servos fell and once reached down to grab yours. He brought it up to his lips and layed a kiss on your scarred knuckles. His optics were on you the entire time. Blown wide with. Attraction? Lust? "And we can. The others will learn to deal with it."

Something pleasurable flooded your field when his wrapped over yours. Your processer fogged and you didn't know what to do. "Optimus I." You stopped when that pleasure flooded over you again. You legs shook and before you knew it you were moving. Your legs hit the desk and one moment you were standing. The next you were sitting. Optimus's servos wrapped around your thighs as he lifted yo up and onto it.

For a moment the fog lifted and you looked up to see a loopy grin on the Primes faceplates.

"Oh you look stunning just like that. I wonder if I could make you make that face again." He was between your legs. His servo traveled from your thigh and over your hip. It sprawled out over your stomach plating and up your chassis. His digits dipped in seems and pulled at wires that had a heat pooling below.

You whimper when his lips finally connecting with yours. Shivers running down your frame as he moves fervently. His servos cradle your helm as he does this. Drawing you in close. You servos find his wrists. You didn't know if you wanted to pull him away or hold him there so he would keep going.

He did leave you those gifts. It. It makes sense that he wouldn't do it in person. Right?

Right?

The two of you pull away with heated breaths. A string of fluid following your lips before breaking apart.

Your faceplates felt hot. Your vents where going rapidly. Trying to cool your heated frame.

Optimus lent in again and again. Laying kiss after kiss until he found your neck. Nibbling and sucking along the cabling there. You shiver and shook at the assault. Your frame reacting pleasantly to what he was doing.

"Such sweet sounds you are making. I wonder if you will sing the same while on my spike." His hips rolled as he said this. His servo landed on top of your interface array. "Please? My Y/n please?" Optimus spoke breathlessly. His helm pressed to yours. Your nose bumping against his as he moved to press another kiss to your lips. "For me? Please?"

And you did. Your array springing open and revealing your spike and valve to the room.

"The. The door. Is it locked?" You asked.

"Mmm? Yes." Optimus told you. His digits fluttering over your valve. A whimper left your lips as he teased you. Digits skimming over your valve. Your aching node to tease your weeping spike. "Look at you. Is all this for me?" He pressed a kiss to your chin.

"Yeah." You spoke. "Yeah. Just for you." A low moan left you when he sunk his digits within you. Digits curling as he pumped them in and out of you. He moved slowly. Gathering the fluid that left you and spreading his digits apart to slowly ease you into taking his spike.

He didn't want to hurt you after all. Not after waiting for so long. And not with you being so nice and willing.

You almost cried when those cleaver digits left you. Only for you to give a shudder when he put those same digits in his mouth. Glossa working around and between his digits tasting everything you had to offer.

"You taste sweeter than I thought you would be Y/n." He humed as his own interface array pulled away. He gave is own spike a few languid strokes before placing it between your shaking legs. "Relax. I will not hurt you." The tip of his spike pressed into you. "Relax my y/n." He guided himself within you. Moving slowly. He briefly pulled back at one point before sliding forward.

Optimus paused when he was fully seated within you. Giving his hips a few experimental rolls as he watched you come completely undone beneath him.

He was absolutely enthralled with the way you threw your helm back when he began to move. He happily complied with your pleas of more. Harder. Just like that.

You were being so good. So kind after all. How was he not to do what you asked when you were doing such a good job. He even told you as much.

"Look at you. Being such a good mech for me. You are taking me so well my y/n." His hips stuttered when he felt you squeeze around him from the praise. "You are taking my spike so good. You pretty valve feels so nice. So good. Gripping my spike so." He paused when he felt pleasure rack through him when you squeezed him once again.

Optimus was sure to note this in the back of his helm for future fragging sessions.

He could feel his overload coming and coming quickly. And if the way your were keening and moaning. Chanting his name so sweetly. Well, he knew yours was close as well.

Optimus rolled his field over yours and watched as you threw your helm back. Static spitting out of your vocalizer as you overloaded and over loaded hard. Your frame falling pliant under his servos.

Optimus found his soon after you. Pulling you close and leaning on your body.

He was sure to bring you into his habsuit. Cleaning your dirtied frame. Optimus took in the welled energon on your neck cabling. The slight paint transfer around your thighs from your coupling.

He'd be damned if he was letting you leave anytime soon.

[cyberrose2001]

Omg, omg, I just found your blog and you write tf +f! Reader fics!!! Ahhhhh. I was wondering if I could request a 21+ fic where reader disobeys prime when he told her to stay. Their feelings are unknown to each other. when she left, though, it caused issues something that prime did not like.

I also write tf +f!reader but mine are more dedicated to Prime than anything.

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

oh lawd i think i got carried away with this *stares at 6 page word document*.... wanted this to be also hot and fluffy asf, with a sprinkle of angst for flavour. I hope this is satisfactory! 💕

Synopsis: Optimus Prime refuses to let you join him on missions, but eventually reveals why. He makes it for it, however, starting with you on top of him.

Warnings: Smut, ?soft dom optimus, first time sex, slight angst.

Word Count: 3189

It was mid afternoon when the com link went off. The bots were lounging around, either playing games with their human charges, playing lob ball or tinkering with equipment. Optimus Prime had been doing some research on the base computer and furrowed his optic ridges when he answers the com link to a very loud Agent Fowler, as usual.

“Prime! You better not be busy; I’ve got intel on some cons who have hijacked a nearby military base.” Fowler yells, “You better get onto it, I’ll meet you at these coordinates.”

“Understood, Agent Fowler.” Optimus nods his helm, then turns to the rest of the team who had gathered around him in the meantime, “Decepticons have invaded a military base 30 kliks from here, we must investigate and determine why.”

The bots spring into action, transforming into their alt modes while Ratchet opens a ground bridge to the coordinates Agent Fowler provided. Bulkhead, Bumblebee and Arcee race through the bridge. You removed yourself from the couch and ran up to Optimus just before he was about to transform.

“Hey! Can I come this time?” You begged. The last time you asked him to accompany him on a mission he declined but promised you that he would take you on the next mission. Your hopes were crushed, however, when he gave you a solemn look.

“(Y/n), I am afraid that this mission is far too dangerous for you. You are to remain here with the other humans. Next time I- “

You roll your eyes and stomp your foot onto the ground, taking Optimus by surprise, “You said that last time, Optimus! How come Jack, Miko and Raf get to go on cool missions all the time while I’m stuck here with… Ratchet!”

“I do not wish to put you in danger, you must understand this.” Optimus says, lowering his towering frame down to your level, “And you misunderstand, the others are not coming as well.”

“I know, but what about when you entrusted Jack with the Key to Vector Sigma and let him go to Cybertron of all places?” You questioned, knuckles turning white from your grip on the guard rail, “That’s pretty endangering to a human if you ask me!”

Optimus’s optics narrowed onto yours, standing up tall again, “We will talk on my return, you will stay here. Understand?”

You groan and push yourself away from the rail as you watch your guardian transform and drive through the ground bridge. You turn around, only to be met with wide eyes from Jack, Miko and Raf.

“What? You guys gonna boss me around too?” You huff, turning your heels around to head down the catwalk, your footsteps echoing across the now empty base. Jack shakes his head and attempts to go after you.

“(Y/n), come on, where are you going?” Jack calls out to you.

“Away from here,” You answer, not bothering to turn around. You didn’t want the kids to see the small tears that threatened to spill, “Maybe Optimus will appreciate me more when I’m gone.”

The kids watch helplessly as you exit the base, exchanging worried glances to each other.

-

Optimus was no liar. He had no intentions of making you feel useless or underappreciated, but he had a duty of care, to protect you and keep you from harms way. While he did promise you that he would take you along with him on his next mission, he could not bare the thought of the Decepticons hurting you, so he put it off every time you would ask him. He often wondered why he was fine with the other humans going on missions with their guardians, but when it came to you, he had a different opinion.

It took him a while to realise that his feelings were something more than that of a guardian relationship. He had developed a love for this human that transcended the boundaries of human and Cybertronian relations, and it troubled him.

But he must not get distracted, not in front of his team. He swung his sword and slashed a Vehicon into two, watching it drop to the ground. He disengaged his sword, and it transformed back into his normal servo and then approached the other members of team prime, who just finished offlining the last of the cons.

“Where’s the fire, Optimus?” Arcee asked. She had witnessed Optimus almost get taken down by the Vehicon’s multiple times, and the look on his face told her that his processor was not in this fight, “You struggled a bit back there.”

“Yeah, you haven’t been yourself lately.” Bulkhead also questioned his behaviour, Bumblebee beeps in agreement.

Optimus turns his helm away from them and closes his optics, “I appreciate your concerns, but I am fine.”

Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee turn to look at each other. They weren’t entirely convinced at his deflecting of their questions, but all silently agreed to not meddle in his personal affairs. Optimus coms Ratchet for a ground bridge back to base, deciding that he needs to tell you what’s been lingering on his processor, for the sake of the team.

-

Optimus, Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee walk into the base, the ground bridge dissipating from behind them. Optimus scans the base for your presence, but only finds the kids sitting on the couch in silence watching a tv show. He walks over to them.

“Have you seen (Y/n)?” Optimus questions. The kids turn to look at him, Jack is the one to speak up.

“She left, Optimus. I’m not sure where,” Jack gives Optimus a shrug, “She never told us, all we know is that she’s not in the base anymore.”

Optimus optics harden upon the discovery that you had disobeyed his orders to stay at the base, especially when there has been recent Decepticon activity close by. He thought that he would just have a nice conversation about why he cares so much about you, why he wouldn’t let you accompany him on missions. But now, he is going to have a stern talk to you. He thanks Jack and turns back around to head out of the base, ignoring the glances from the other team members. He knows you like the back of his servo; he knows exactly where to look for you.

-

Out on a cliff in the desert, about an hour walk from the base, sat you. You were absentmindedly picking up small rocks from your side and throwing them down, watching them bounce and crack of the face of the cliff. You often came here when you were deep in your thoughts, usually with Optimus. It provided a beautiful landscape of the Nevada desert and a perfectly secluded spot with no cell phone signal or contact with any other people. But it felt like nothing without him.

It angered you, it really did, how Optimus treats you like a piece of fine china. You were very capable of handling yourself, but it seems like he doesn’t realise that. It was unfair how often you would see the other bots take their human charges out on missions and having fun, it made you jealous, and sometimes you secretly wished you had a different guardian. But the more you lingered on that thought, the more you hated it, not having Optimus as a guardian.

It was no secret to yourself that you had developed feelings for him. He was strong, brave and the gentlest mech you had ever met all in one giant package. He made your heart flutter; he made you feel like a teenager again. But you wished that he would spend more time with you and let himself go and have more fun, maybe that’s why you were so desperate for him to take you on missions. You just miss him all the time.

You sigh, pulling your knees up to your chest after you threw the last rock you could reach down the cliff. You rest your head on your knees as you start to witness the early stages of the sun setting. Beautiful, you thought.

Ears twitching, you pick up the sound of pedes walking behind you, and you freeze, knowing that Optimus was not going to be impressed with you leaving the base. You heard the mechanical sound of him kneeling behind you and you wait for him to make the first move.

“You should not be out here without me,” Optimus says sternly, “Did I not tell you to remain in the base?”

“Yes, you did.” You answer, still staring out to the horizon, “I heard you loud and clear.”

Optimus is slightly taken aback by your bluntness, but continues, “Yet you disobey me, (Y/n).”

“OK, so what am I supposed to do, Optimus? Wait around for you to come back from missions only to wait for you to leave again?!” You stand up and face him, a small tear finally escaping you and rolls down your dusty cheek, “Is that it? Do you even care about how I feel?”

Optimus’s optics soften as he sees your tears. It was not his intention to make you feel this way, and now that he is witnessing your true emotions right in front of him, it’s making his spark break. But he stays silent.

You stand there, hands balled into fists, “Are gonna answer me? Do you even care abou- “

You are cut off short as the Prime leans down to plant a kiss on your lips, your eyes are blown wide open. He pulls away, reaching a servo down to brush your tears away with a cold digit. To say you were shocked was an understatement. He just kissed you, you thought he hated you for running off, but now you were just confused.

“It may be true that I have become… overprotective of you.” Optimus says, gritting his dentas, “But it is purely because I would never forgive myself if I let you get hurt.”

You stare up at him, eyes searching his optics for the meaning behind his words.

“I protect you because…” Optimus pauses, hesitating for a moment, softly rubbing your cheek, “I love you.”

You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest. You had no idea that Optimus Prime was overly protective with you because he loved you, it made so much more sense now.

Optimus looks at your blank face, now worried that he has taken it too far, “I apologise if my confession comes off as abrupt. And I apologise if you do not return my affections.”

“No! No, Optimus. It’s ok.” You place your hands on his face plates to ease his worries, “I love you too.”

He smiles at your own confession and at the warmth of your palms, leaning into them and closing his optics, “I have a lot to apologise for, (Y/n). But allow me to… make it up to you. If you are content with me doing so.”

The way that your heat pooled at your lower stomach was embarrassingly quick, but you nod, pulling him into another deep kiss. Optimus smiled into it, opening his dermas slightly so he can start to explore your mouth. It felt very strange, kissing a twenty-foot tall Cybertronian. But the taste of his glossa rolling around your own tongue was intoxicating. Optimus had moved from his kneeling position to sit flat against a rock behind him, picking you up to hold you in his servos and not once removing himself from the kiss. Eventually, you needed air, and you pull away from the heated kiss, softly panting. Optimus smiles at your dishevelled state, gently kissing your cheek.

“You are so heavenly,” He plants small kisses down from your cheek to your neck, licking and tasting, relishing the soft moans that began to come from you. He plants a single kiss to the centre of your chest, “Waited so long for this…”

You breathe out a sigh as he brings a digit up to lift your shirt from the bottom hem, a silent request to remove it. You obliged and pulled it off, throwing it down to the ground. He can feel his spark humming louder when you also took the initiative to remove your pants and underwear. A jolt goes straight to his spike, now throbbing painfully against his interfacing panel. He proceeds with his worshipping, however, kissing both tops of your breasts threatening to spill out of the bra. Your soft moans sound wonderful to his audial receptors.

He works his kisses down your stomach, he feels the small goosebumps against his dermas and the way your hair stands on ends as he does so. Humans are so interesting and complex, he thinks. He stops just below your belly button, looking up at you one last time to gain permission. You nod, hardly containing your eagerness.

He allows you to lay down flat on his palm, his servo feeling cold against your back. You shyly open your legs for him so he can witness your arousal, blushing profusely. He hums in approval, soaking in the sight of you, raw and untamed in front of him. Only for his optics to bare. He brings your body closer to his dermas and places a gentle yet firm kiss to your folds, then experimentally sticks his glossa out and licks right up your centre. He notices your moans as he does so, cataloguing which areas bring out more of your delicious sounds in his processor. Optimus circles the tip of his glossa around your clit, which he realised straight away that this is the most sensitive part of you. He continues this for a few moments, drawing out sweet moans from you.

“Optimus… ughn…fuck,” You whimper out his name, oh how he desperately wants you to finish on his glossa, adoring the way you call out his name. But he can’t let you finish yet. He licks another stripe up your pussy, then dips his glossa into your warmth, teasing your insides.

Optimus’s thoughts are occupied with how you taste, so sweet and soft, more delicate and a stronger taste than that of a Cybertronian valve. His newfound taste for you has his spark yearning for more.

You feel the same way, his glossa is so much larger and warmer than a regular tongue and feels like tiny sparks of static on your skin. The sensations are bringing you closer to your orgasm than you thought, and you gently push him away with a foot in order to prevent it from happening too early. Optimus obliges and draws his intake away from your now soaking wet pussy. The sight of your juices covering his dermas is something that you only thought you could dream of, you take a mental screenshot for later purposes.

Optimus is not sure how much longer he can hold himself back, his spike is aching to be released. He needs to frag you; he needs to feel those velvety walls squeeze around him instead of his glossa. He brings you closer and gives you another kiss, nipping at your lip gently.

He lowers you gently and places you, so you are straddling his hips. You feel something shift behind you and press against your back, your eyes widen as you realise just how big the Prime is. Optimus senses your uneasiness, he can understand why.

“If it would please you, I can mass-displace it so it will be easier, (Y/n).” Optimus offers, servos softly fondling the flesh of your thighs, “I understand if this is too intimidating for you.”

You shake your head and bit your lip, “No, Optimus, I’m not intimidated at all… I want you to feel good too, but if you mass displace it, will it less pleasurable for you?”

Optimus laughs softly, a rare treat for you, “It is actually more sensitive, due to the surface area being reduced, the nerves are more… compact. It is difficult to explain this right now, your wonderful thighs are quite distracting.”

“Go for it then, Prime.” You smile, slowly grinding your ass along his length. Optimus vents hitch as you do so, he then mass-displaces his spike. It is still quite large compared to you, but you were positive you could take it now.

He helps you position yourself over top his throbbing spike, slowly pressing your thighs down as you softly whimper, feeling you stretch wonderfully over his thickness. He emits a low groan as you bottom out, spike twitching inside you. Any previous imaginings of what you would feel like impaled on his spike was snuffed out, the real you exceeded his expectations.

“Holy fuck…” You moan out, hands gripping the metal of his abdomen. Optimus gently rubs a servo up and down your back, letting you adjust to his size. After a moment, you give him a nod and you slowly lift yourself up, only to slam yourself back onto him.

Optimus lets out a guttural moan, he places the servo that was roaming your back onto your hip, guiding you up and down, “Primus… you are… hggn… excellent at this.”

You let out a chuckle in between your moans, “Us humans have had… a lot of practise.”

Optimus’s optics roll to the back of his helm when he felt your hips begin to move in circles, the sensations this little human was giving him was driving him crazy. Your moans and whimpers, the sounds of soft skin slapping against his hard metal are like an anthem to his audio receptors. He grips your hips firm and begins to thrust up into you. He was so close to his release.

“Optimus! Please… make me yours forever.” You moan out as your orgasm hits you, throwing your head back, arms move to rest behind you on his thighs as your hips quiver and shake at his continuing thrusts, “Oh my god…”

“(Y/n) …” Optimus groans your name, pushing one last thrust into you before he overloads. The sight of you completely lost in your pleasure is what made him reach his limit. His spike throbs intensely inside of you, filling you up with his transfluids. His hips shutter as you help him ride out his overload, venting heavily, “Frag…”

You both stayed still for a while, catching up with your breaths. After you collected yourself, you lean down and press a kiss to his abdominal plating, cherishing the soft sigh that leaves Optimus’s intake. He smiles at your affection, brushing a digit across your cheek.

“Was that… a satisfactory apology?” Optimus hums, still venting slightly, optics closed. You smile up at him and nod, pressing a kiss to the tip of his digit.

“Mhmm,” You sigh, “Optimus, I’m sorry that I argued with you… I just… miss you a lot when you’re gone.”

Optimus opens his optics and looks down at you, he brushes a strand of loose hair behind your ear, “I promise that I will never ever make you feel alone again.”

You smiled, leaning into his servo. Why bother going on missions with Optimus, when all you really needed was this.

[lavender-jukebox]

Hello Friends!

Requests: Open 🟢

🔶️ Currently, I’m only writing for Transformer: Earthspark 🔶️

What I will write:

- Character x Reader

- Maybe Character x Character, depends

I will write for any gender

- Fluff

- Angst

- Headcannons/Oneshots/Imagines

📖Characters I will write for✏️:

(More characters will be added as the series goes on...hopefully)

Autobots: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Arcee, Elita-One, Wheeljack, Grimlock

Decepticons: Megatron, Starscream, Swindle, Hardtop, Soundwave, Skywarp, Nova Storm, Breakdown, Tarantulus, Shockwave

Humans: Dorthy/Dot, Alex, Agent Scholder, Agent Croft, Mandroid

PLATONIC RELATIONSHIPS: Twitch, Thrash, Nightshade, Hashtag, Jawbreaker, Frenzy, Ravage, Laserbeak

(If I missed anyone let me know or you can ask for them!)

🚨What I will NOT write for 🚨

- Pedophilia

- Rape

- Smut (I’m not comfortable writing that kind of stuff sorry)

That’s all for now! If I missed anything I will add on me I will update if requests are opened or not!

I hope you Enjoy!

[erimeows]

At The Shrine Of Your Lies (NSFW)

Sentinel wasn’t sure how he ended up in this situation, arms kept behind his back by stasis cuffs and aft on the ground, knocked back with you looming over him.

The night had been going swimmingly. He’d gone on patrol in the city of Detroit with Optimus and the pile of scrap metal he called a team, found an All Spark shard, and collected it to take back to Ultra Magnus, only to be stopped by you on his way back. He hadn’t seen you before, but he assumed you were a Decepticon working for Megatron if the huge purple logo that littered your front chest plate and the ends of the wings on your lithe Cybertronian frame was anything to go by. He didn’t think you’d be much of a challenge- you were a tiny little seeker, even smaller than him despite being a Decepticon, and you had a sweet voice and a relatively unthreatening presence.

But now, he knew how wrong he was. You’d swept the floor with him in mere seconds. Now, he was on the ground with you walking towards him, the heels of your stabilizing servos clicking against the floor of the warehouse that the two of you had wound up in during your little scuff.

“What’s your name?” You knelt down in front of him and tilted his chin up with one of your digits. In your other hand, you had the All Spark shard clenched tightly, and though his hands weren’t free, he tried to lunge forward for it, only for you to dodge and for the cuffs to send an excruciating shock through his body. He landed forward on his face and thought it better to remain there so you wouldn’t be able to see the pitiful expression he knew he was wearing, but you used the end of your stabilizing servo to roll him over so he was lying flat on his back. “Didn’t you hear me? I asked what your designation is, pretty.”

“Why do you need to know?” He huffed as you sat on top of him, right on his midsection, though you weren’t heavy enough for it to be even remotely uncomfortable.

“Trust me, it’s best that you cooperate and answer whatever questions I ask,” You warned, voice surprisingly kind and unthreatening, almost as if you were a lover giving him advice rather than a Decepticon about to kidnap him or take his life. “You don’t know what I can do to you.”

“Try me, you filthy con.”

Sentinel, in that moment, realized how sick he was of his life. He was sick of living a life of rules and restrictions, of properness and formalities, of the Elite Guard and by Ultra Magnus’s standards, because it always seemed to end up with him being in situations a lot like this one. He wanted a change, for things to be different for once... For some sort of escape.

“Listen, I may be a Decepticon, but I’m no brute,” You explained, and that much was true. Even whilst fighting you, he noticed that unlike the other Decepticons he’d faced on earth who would step on his limbs, throw him into walls, and blast at him without an ounce of hesitation, all you’d been focused on was gracefully restraining him without actually landing a single blow. “I know that these All Spark fragments are valuable to your leader as they are to mine. So, here’s what we’ll do…”

You stayed seated on top of him and crossed one leg over the other before opening a storage compartment that was built into your arm and putting the fragment there. You closed it and looked down at him. Then, your (e/c) optics- entirely different and unique than any other Decepticon’s in a terribly beautiful manner- were practically pouring into his… But you didn’t say anything, leaving your sentence unfinished in a way that made anxiety and frustration bubble up in his chest.

“Well? Finish what you were saying!”

“I don’t care too much about the fragments. Megatron doesn’t know that I have it, and Ultra Magnus doesn’t need to know that you ran into me. So, I’ll undo your stasis cuffs,” You got off of him and sat next to where he laid on the ground. He used all of his strength to sit up, which was followed by you undoing his stasis cuffs just like you’d said. He was so shocked that he couldn’t even do anything, simply sitting there dumbfounded whilst rubbing his sore wrists and peering down at them to check for scratches. “If you try to attack me or refuse to answer my questions, I’ll transform and fly away, then take the fragment back to Megatron- same goes for it you try to retreat before I’m done. But, if you decide to be a good little mech and answer everything I ask, I’ll let you have the fragment, you’ll be free to leave, and no one will hear a word of this. Understand?”

“Understood,” He grumbled. No part of him wanted to listen to your cocky little aft, but you seemed decent enough and as long as no one knew about this, he was fine with it- he could take the fragment back and brag about the valiant battle he fought against a Decepticon twice his size instead of the truth, which was whatever this was… It was nice that you seemed curious about him too, though he had no idea why and that was what was killing him. “But what is it you want from me?”

“Firstly, I’d like to know your name.”

“Sentinel Prime, and you? I’ve never seen you before.”

“(y/n),” You answered and held out your servo for him to shake, so you did. He considered using that hold on you to rip the fragment out of your storage compartment by force, whether that be by crushing the storage compartment with his bare servos or tearing your arm off and running away with it, but he was too squeamish for something so brutal no matter how much he fronted that he was tough and built for fighting Decepticons. Plus, he didn’t think you were bluffing- you’d already proved that you could absolutely body him in a fight, so you merely escaping with the fragment would be a breeze. All he needed to do right now was let go of his pride, vent deeply, and do what you said so he could get the shard to take back to Ultra Magnus unscathed. “Where are you from?”

“Born and raised in Autobot City,” He said it proudly, though you looked at him with a quirked optical ridge as if his pride was misplaced. “I, uh… What about you?”

“Same, actually.”

Your answer shocked him so much that he felt his face twist in surprise and couldn’t even really stop it.

“W-Wait, really? No wonder you’re so small! How the hell are you a Decepticon!?”

“Well, the Magnus before the current one banned my frame type because a lot of us were Decepticons, even if I wasn’t at the time. I was born and raised an Autobot too, was actually in the middle of completing courses at the Autobot Academy to join the Elite Guard when the frame ban was passed,” You talked about the ‘frame ban’ as if it were something he should know about already, which made him confused.

“Frame ban…? Never heard of it,” He muttered, surprised that he was having such a casual conversation with a Decepticon and not feeling grimy for it, but then again, you didn’t seem too bad.

“They’re not legal anymore for obvious reasons, but at the time, I only had a few options; I willingly get melted down into spare parts, go to neutral territory, become a Decepticon, or run around and get hunted down by Autobots who supported the ban. So, I became a Decepticon- more pay, more protection, better medical care. I don’t agree with everything they do, but it ain’t too bad. As much as I’d love to go back to the Autobots, even with the frame ban lifted, I couldn’t; I’ve done too much, have too many warrants out for me now.”

No wonder why you didn’t care about getting the fragment back to Megatron- you didn’t care about the Decepticon cause, your only joined them in the first place because you’d needed the benefits they offered. But why not try to fight for your spot in the Autobot cause if you’d been wronged by that ban in the first place? It wasn’t your fault, but... Even he knew better than to pry about something so personal, though he really had no idea why you’d even forfeited such information in the first place.

“Why are you doing this? Talking to me so personally? What are you hoping to get out of it? I mean, what do I have to offer? What do you want from me?”

“I’m interested in you,” You answered as if it were simple, and Sentinel blushed, flattered. “I’ve seen you from afar before, with those other Autobots on earth or fighting Megatron and his high command. You’re very interesting.”

“Is that so?” He murmured with a small smile and averted his gaze.

It was weird to imagine that you had watched him consistently, either lurking so high up in the sky in your vehicle mode that he couldn’t spot you or hiding well enough somewhere on land that he never caught you on the act. On one hand, it was creepy, but it was also nice to know that there was someone paying that much attention to him- someone who cared that much, someone who was interested in him. He didn’t get that from anyone very often, and really, it made him feel valued by you- even if he’d only known you for a little bit and knew better than to be so naive with someone he’d just met, let alone someone of the opposing faction.

“You seemed cocky at first, very pure and self-righteous, the high-brow and straight laces type, but if I’m being honest… I think I really like you, Sentinel Prime.”

“…Would it be crazy for me to say that I think I really like you too?” Sentinel placed a servo over his chest, right over where his spark lied in its chamber, beating hard and fast with anticipation. He hated himself in that moment. He’d not only been bested by this Decepticon in a fight, but now you were luring him too, and he was falling for it. But how could he not? You were gorgeous, soft spoken and alluring in a way that he couldn’t quite describe, but it was like nothing he had even seen before. He’d known you for maybe a half hour and he was already captivated. No one needed to know, right? He could get away with it. “And that I’d like to get to know you better?”

“Not at all… But if you think you like me so much… How would you feel about coming home with this so-called ‘filthy con’ for a bit?”

Maybe Sentinel was actually going crazy, or maybe he was just sick of following all the rules and being the pure, perfect little Elite Guard member for Ultra Magnus to use as a puppet whenever it was convenient him- whatever it was, he didn’t know, but he found himself nodding at your proposition with a grin.

“I’d love that.”

And that’s how he ended up tucked away in the little cave that you called a ‘base’ or even a ‘home’, a private area that you’d flown him too. The walls were made of a smooth, gorgeous rock, almost like marble and colored a deep, purple blue. Outside of it was a beautiful, clear river, but right now, he was in the depths of the dark cave, laid on his back with his elbows behind him to support his weight and you on top of him. You straddled his hips, your servos roaming up and down his chest.

He wasn’t sure how it had escalated to this point. It had started with casual conversation, turning into light touches, and then next thing he knew, the two of you were making out with you on top of him. You had dirtied him, splayed him out and teased him for Primus knows how long, and made him so desperate that he couldn’t help but want more. He knew that it was wrong, that Ultra Magnus would have his head if he knew and that he’d never be able to live it down, but something about being dirty and wrong for once had his spark slamming against his chest and his pleasure receptors at their highest sensitivity. He couldn’t help it- you were alluring, and the fact that you were a Decepticon added onto that somehow.

“So, how does it feel, huh?” Your voice snapped him out of his trance, and he looked down to see that you were still at work; little digits rooting around in the seams of his interface panel, pretty lips ghosting right above the line between the top of said panel and the beginning of his waistline. You had been kissing and nipping at his thighs for a few minutes now, a touch so delicate and intoxicating that he could barely handle it and found himself turning into a weak puddle of desperate desire, falling apart beneath you. It was unlike anything he’d ever felt before- especially from an Autobot. He didn’t answer for a second, simply staring down at you as you bit down on his thigh, your fangs leaving a heavy mark. He cried out in response and tilted his head back. “That a filthy Decepticon is making you moan like this? Is it humiliating? Embarrassing? Or do you like that I’m corrupting you like this, baby?”

“Good,” He answered, gasping when his panel finally slid open on its own to reveal his pressurized spike and dripping valve. “It feels s-so good, (y/n)… Please, can I have more? Can you ride me? Please?”

He wasn’t sure how he’d been reduced to begging to easily when you hadn’t even encouraged him to do so, but he was, struggling not to just snatch you up, roll you over, and fuck into your lithe body. 

“Of course,” You cooed and settled back in his lap, opening your panel so you could rub your slick valve up against his spike. He moaned and peered up at you, feeling helpless with you dominating him, grinding so slowly and reminding him of just how bad he needed to cum. You lifted your hips and grabbed his spike. The feeling of your claws brushing up against the sensitive area had him shuddering, but then, you were sinking down onto his spike in one fluid swoop and making him cry out. The noise echoed through the cave as he fell back and grabbed your hips with his servos, the back of his helm slamming against the rocky ground. You leaned down far enough to kiss his audial fins. “How could I say no to that pretty face when you’re being so good for me?”

You were squeezing and fluttering around his cock where you sat, pants leaving you as you adjusted to his large size. He found himself rocking his hips up into yours before he could even think about it, and you didn’t object, simply bracing yourself with your servos on his shoulders and moving in tangent with him. You ground your hips down into his with his spike buried to the hilt inside of you, your wings fluttering and (e/c) optics flickering on and offline from the intensity of it. 

“Could you leave marks on me?” He requested between thrusts. “P-Please?”

“What kind of marks?”

“Hickeys, and uh… Claw marks too, and maybe some paint transfers? Dents?” He looked away, only for you to lean down to make him meet your gaze and chuckle.

“That’s a lot for your first time doing this with the likes of me,” You teased but obliged regardless and went straight for the neck as the two of you started a steady rhythm. He keened when you clenched down around him and bit right into the side of his neck, leaving open fang marks that dripped with energon from the impact. “What, you want everyone to know how much I’ve tainted you? Is that it? You want to go back to your comrades so they can all see how I absolutely wrecked you, huh? Want Ultra Magnus to know that his second in command is just a little slut for any Decepticon he runs into on the street?”

“S-Stop antagonizing me,” He stammered with a groan and forced himself to sit all the way up. Then, he used his grip on your hips to fuck up into you even more, railing your smaller frame and stuffing you full of his spike. You moaned his name and wrapped your arms around his neck with your claws scratching at his back so hard that he could feel you peeling his paint off. “Frag, you feel so good, (y/n)...!”

Still bucking his hips up into yours, he used one servo to reach between your legs. Thick, strong digits rubbed at your anterior node as his cobalt optics admired how the (f/c) from your frame was slowly being transferred onto him so bad that it blended with the navy blue on his thighs and left (f/c) marks in the shape of your aft and the backs of your thighs. Your aft was leaving dents on him with the force his hips were slamming into yours, as were your claws and digits digging into his back and shoulders.

It felt good; the sensation of you riding him like your life depended on it, the aura you’d created feral and needy and desperate, the feeling that, for once, he was wanted, needed. It was nice to have something different for once, to have something that was filthy and impure like this instead of his usual day to day. The thought of this being the secret he’d have to keep was what sent him over the edge combined with the head of his spike hitting an especially spongy spot in your valve that made you finish around him.

When he felt that he was overloading, too, he pulled out and shot his transfluid all over your abdomen and the outside of your valve as well as the insides of your thighs. It was so much that it trickled down your body and fell in thick drops onto him, but you quickly moved to grab a microfiber cloth from one of your storage compartments to clean the two of you up with.

Sentinel sighed and came down from his high with you sitting next to him on the rock floor of the cave. The two of you closed your panels.

There was so much more that he wanted to know, wanted to do. He wanted to lay with you for hours, to never leave and to find out about your past, present, and future. He wanted to know everything about you, to memorize every feature of your frame, but then again... He had only known you for a few hours, and you were currently standing up to toss the All Spark fragment at him, looking ready to leave.

“We should meet again sometime,” You muttered and looked down at him as he hastily caught the fragment in his servos, your (e/c) optics sparkling with something unfamiliar, something that he found terrifying but also found himself wanting more of. “You know where I live now, so you know where to find me... I’ll see you around, Sentinel Prime.”

With that, you transformed into your vehicle mode and flew out of the cave, up and away, not even giving him time to respond. All he could do was sigh and look down at all of the marks you left on him.

“Yeah... See you soon, (y/n).”

[emotionallyattachednerd]

Sensitive ❙ TP Starscream x f!human reader ❙ NSFW 18+

Word count: 1700+

Warnings: Smut ( touching and grinding ) possessive behaviour and robot x humon contact. NSFW 18+.

Notes: Love my favourite seeker! This was a lot of fun to write and I really enjoy making Starscream a little creepy. Thanks for sending through and hope you like it. 🥰

Tips☕

You are a specialist, just like Agent Fowler, both working together with the autobots. Only difference is you've never even met the autobots or visited their base, you only pass on information from Fowler to the president.

That was Starscream's mistake. You end up in Starscream's clutches and are kidnapped from your home. It was his idea to gain the location of the autobot base from you. That fails.

Once you are proven to be telling the truth your usefulness is doomed. You expect yourself to be disposed of at that moment, but Starscream doesn't do such a thing.

He keeps you, as a pet.

As annoyed as you were about this you knew death was something you didn't want, so you sucked it up and tried your best to tolerate Starscream.

Being trapped on the ship for so long did have an effect on you, and you find yourself missing the dirt ground. Much to your surprise Starscream allows you to get sun and fresh air from the desk, as if he cared about your wellbeing.

He talks a lot, complains a lot, dreams big, just like most others do. You can only simply agree with him because it's what he likes, for you to listen and agree. That's all you needed to do for him.

The months you've been held captive on the Nemesis has felt like an eternity. You were excessively bored and tired of waiting to be rescued, if you were going to be rescued.

In Starscream's quarters you have your own little area he made up for you. Escape wasn't an option unfortunately, you've tried, and it only got you no food and water for three days. You didn't want to go through that again.

All you could do to survive was behave.

But you needed release, something to help you get through, and the only thing that was managing that was simply touching yourself and bringing out as many orgasims as you could without being noticed.

Your hands are both deep under your sweat pants, fingers pumping into your depths as the other is rubbing at your clit in fast circular motions.

Eyes closed you tried to picture something to help you come undone, squeezing your legs together as you wiggle your hips in sync with your hands.

It used to be so easy but lately you've been struggling to bring yourself to an orgasim. Your imagination was going bland.

Letting out a long exhale you keep trying, picturing anything, even Fowler. He was a decent handsome man. Surely there has to be something there. However, that is a solid no. Nothing.

"Fuck!" You curse out of frustration as you roughly remove your hands and slump them against the bed you laid on, breathing heavily and feeling so uptight.

Your heart sank when you heard the familiar loud snicker. Turning your head you see Starscream, leaning against the wall with crossed arms, that smug look you just want to scratch away. How long has he been watching you? The pervert!

"Having trouble?" He asks, his grin never leaving. Sick bastard is enjoying this.

You don't answer and try to bury yourself in you small bed, eyes averting from his lingering gaze. Your heart only picked up when you heard him approach and open the glass cage he had you in.

"Oh you poor thing, are you unable to overload yourself?" His tone is mocking, and your silence only makes him cackle lightly again. "You know, our kinds are not so different. We all have needs."

Suddenly his servo is reaching out towards you. You want to move away but his warning glare told you to be still. His razor claws remove the thin blanket off you, making your breath hitch.

What is the bastard doing?

You watch nervously one of his sharp digits ghosts over your loose clothes and down against the outside of your thigh, causing you to make a sharp intake followed by a whimper.

You've always had sensitive thighs, and it only added to your growing arousal, which he mistakes as fear.

"Are you frightened my dear?" His voice purrs closely. "No need to be. If I truly wanted to hurt you I would have done so a long time ago."

He was right about that.

But that doesn't help with your nerves from what he is doing. His claw catches onto your sweatpants and tugs them, ripping the fabric and causing a surprised yelp to leave you.

You don't try to stop him, or tell him to stop. Confusion runs over your face as you realise what is happening. You're getting turned on by this, by Starscream.

Well shit.

Your sweatpants are in ruins and gone from you. Your breathing increases as you feel his claw snake up under your top, ripping that fabric as well in half. The sudden exposure makes your face heat up in embarrassment. But you don't try to cover yourself. You were curious where this might go.

Starscream is rather pleased with himself; he is able to have this kind of reaction from you. Over the time he's had you he's been watching, even when you didn't know. He sees everything.

As you lay naked under his gaze he can't help his curiosity and thought perhaps he might be able to help with your little problem. Using the back of his digit, careful to not cut you, he drags down from between your breasts and against your belly, rubbing back and forward gently and bringing interesting sounds out from you.

You swallow thickly feeling the cold metal of his digit against your skin. Simply this is building warmth in your core, and that freaked you out a little.

A decepticon is making you horny. Terrific.

Another digit moves to your outer thigh, causing you to jump from the contact and another whimper leaving you.

"So sensitive." Starscream purrs, delight filly his voice and lustful gaze. "Humans are so delicate, yet I can't help but find myself more curious and drawn towards you."

His words linger through your ears but you don't really respond. Your breath hitches again as he adds a little pressure against your thigh, causing your back to arch up a little. Your nipples are so hard and perk already as you feel yourself becoming very damp in your core.

You haven't felt like this in a while. Despite it being wrong, you craved more, even if it means getting your release from Starscream.

"How about you, y/n, are you curious?" There's another silky purr in his tone as he whispers closely, digits rubbing against your body with care.

"A little..." You can only manage to whisper back, knowing he was expecting an answer from you, but you were also not lying.

You feel the back of his cold digit move lower until you feel him rubbing right up between your legs against your core, across your already swollen clit and moist lips.

Letting out a startled moan you can't help yourself as you spread your legs and grind down against him, heated huffs leaving your lips, eyes closed, relishing what you've been seeking for a time.

Starscream lets out a satisfied snicker, that wide proud grin across his face as he watches you react perfectly. "So eager, so needy, so greedy."

"So are you." You shoot back at him bluntly, and that was your mistake.

You suddenly feel the sharp razors against your skin, ghosting against your thigh and perk nipple in a threatening manner as your breathing picks up and eyes shoot open.

"Careful, dear pet. You should know by now that I don't like being spoken to like that. Now, I believe an apology is needed from you."

Swallowing thickly you find your voice. "I'm sorry." Barely a meek whisper.

"Louder." His tone is dark.

"I'm sorry...Lord Starscream." You remember he likes being called that.

This seems to help as his razors were gone, flipping his servo and using the back of his digits again. His returning satisfied snicker was the response you needed to know he won't hurt you, for now at least.

"Good pet. Now, shall I continue?"

You can only nod eagerly and let out another moan as he starts to rub your core again, adding pressure little at a time as you grip the bed beneath you and grind your hips down against him again.

Starscream is loving your reactions. He had you, control, you are at his mercy and loving it.

Your clit grinds against him just perfectly. What you couldn't get before with your own hands he was doing now for you just right. There was no care, not bothered who this was or what you are doing, you just float in the pool of pleasure blooming through you.

Feeling your thighs shake due to your arousal you let out a hitched yelp as Starscream uses his other servo to trace against your sensitive thighs, knowing this is one of your weak spots.

"Starscream." His name slips from your lips, moaning for him to keep going.

"That's right, say my name. I've got you at my mercy. You're an eager girl you are, falling apart from simple touches."

If this was just simple touches, you are not sure just what else he could do to you to make you come undone like this.

Your hand moves down to hold into the smooth metal as the curve of his digit bends right against your core and rubs firmly across your clit. Your other hand moves to your breast as you play with yourself, letting out soft gasps that turn into whimpers as you feel your toes curl and thighs quivery violently through the intense building arousal through you.

Suddenly, and shocking yourself, your core snaps. A powerful orgasim rushed through your entire body causing a loud high pitched moan to leave you. Juices soak between her thighs and over Starscream's digit still pressed and rubbing against you before slowly coming to a stop.

Slumping back in a panting mess you feel the back of Starscream's moist digit covered in your juices trace up against your body and across your breasts, making you moan lowly as the electricity continues to spark through you.

"Such a good human. Oh, what fun we shall have." He lets out a dark cackle lightly, red optics blazing across you as you lay there in your satisfied state.

Lots of fun indeed.

[decepticononline]

MTMTE! Tarn x Femme Reader

Author's Note: I fucking love Tarn bro. This is extremely self-indulgent for me. He's literally so perfect.

Summary: Tarn is not in the mood for your games. (May or may not make this story a series.)

Warnings: spike in valve sex, dub con, hints of non con, implied polygamy, implied reverse harem, voice kink, masochistic reader, size kink, breeding kink, trauma from reader being human converted to cybertronian, Megatron never joins the autobots here, and there's surprisingly some fluff.

"Your frame....your mind....your spark....your entirety. It all belongs to me."

You couldn't disagree whatsoever with what he proclaimed in between forceful thrusts. When he said 'entirety' you could feel your spark flutter, he was playing with it like it was a toy. He knew and cherished the effect his voice receptor's modification had on cybertronian sparks.

Shockingly his voice afflicted you all the same before the transition when you were human too. This transition happened when Shockwave experimented on you and the other 'pets' owned by various Decepticons. It was a sick and twisted fantasy the mech dreamed up and was permitted by Megatron to act upon.

The experiment started with twelve of you and only four remained when the transition successfully concluded. The other eight perished miserably. You were given a new body, a spark, processors, and just about everything else that made you now completely cybertronian. However, you were still a pet at the end of the day.

The only thing that's changed since your transition was your relationship with the DJD, your owners. When you were human they regarded you like an actual pet. Nickel thought you were so adorable, that was the only reason Tarn kept you alive. Those days he would tell you just how much he wanted to splatter you onto the deck plates and turn you into a complicated red stain.

He'd tell you how much he wished you'd try to escape so he could torture and murder you. He loved to mention how he longed for the day he'd get to hear your screams of misery. He'd speak to you with his voice modifier until it felt like you were going to have a heart attack. He was completely and utterly abusive, but you loved it.

After you became fully cybertronian the treatment you received from each DJD member was so different. They were far more interactive with you, to say the least. The looks you received from each member ranged from pity, adoration, and disgust were now more twisted and dark. They looked at you with lust, hunger, and malevolence.

Thankfully you weren't completely naive and knew how to navigate their urges. You played coy and unknowing of their advances meanwhile, you kept a mental note in your processors of everything they did. The sexual tension aboard the Peaceful Tyranny was so thick that it couldn't be cut with a knife.

You were given no weapons, very little armor and no training as a precaution to defend yourself if needed in case one of them tried to force themselves on to you. Their behavior completely reminded you of human men.

Here you were now, however. Pinned down, armor stripped off, and at Tarn's mercy. He had a knack for punishing you like this whenever you did something wrong. You weren't sure how the relationship between the two of you got so sexual, it all happened far too fast.

The way the bright blue orbs of your optics rolled to the back of your helm was something to be marveled at. The harsh clanging noise of his hip struts meeting yours with a steady unwavering pace completely overshadowed the lewd slick noises that your valve made.

Every portion of his spike that he slammed into you only made your hole squirt and dribble lubricant around his length. Your valve quivered like an engine with every intrusion of his thick length His large servo sat firmly around your neck cabling. He wasn't strangling you, surprisingly, but forcing you to look at him while he did this to you.

He had his visor on during this, it always had an emotionless deadpanned expression. A dispassionate visor is what you were staring up at while your valve was stretched and used to its limit. You've been with the mech for so long that you've learned to read his emotions with the visor on.

Every moment that you got glances at the red orbs within his optics you could see the excitement within them. He was enjoying punishing you like this, to him his greatest accomplishment wasn't breaking you but it making you enjoy being broken.

The way his servo held your neck cabling made you feel so...tiny. His servo covered your entire neck cabling and the very upper portion of your chassis. The size ratio between both you and him was startling. You weren't the size of a mini bot like Nickel but you were still much smaller than him and he enjoyed that.

The total dominance he had over you and everything you did was invigorating to him. He had so much dominance over you that on one occasion he interfaced with you right there in front of the other DJD members.

They all watched the expressions on your faceplate while Tarn made you take his spike. They listened to every moan and whine you made gleefully. Two of them decided to stroke their spikes while watching you take him. As much as you hated the embarrassment you felt, you welcomed it.

Nothing compared to this though. Being alone with Tarn in a state of vulnerability like this. With a final thrust, he overloaded his transfluid into you. When the mech would overload he'd bury himself so deep inside you just to make sure every last drop of it got into your carrying chamber.

You have a sparkling prevention device installed but for him, the thought of climaxing inside of you so deep and claiming you like this aroused him. It was like he wanted to sire a sparkling with you in his own twisted fantasy.

He pulled his now half-pressurized spike out of your valve only to thrust it back in. He paid no attention to your anterior node this entire time because this was a punishment, you weren't allowed to overload. Your venting stuttered from how forceful the movement of his intrusion was. He used his free servo to slip off his visor and reveal his damaged face plate.

"Are you going to behave now?"

You nodded your helm and Tarn leaned down and put his much larger faceplate against yours. His dermas lightly brushed over your own in what should have been a gentle kiss. When he didn't give you one you went ahead and lifted your helm to push your dermas into his own for a long awaited kiss.

He didn't kiss you back at first but after a while he parted his dermas and let his large glossa slide into your oral intake. You let it explore around before sucking on it gently. You've never had such an affectionate moment with the mech like this and it was absolutely everything that you'd ever dreamed of.

He's never kissed you nor allowed you to kiss him before. He pulled back from the connection and leaned his helm into your neck cabling by your audio receptors.

"I'm starting to enjoy having you here."

[cherryglossie]

Pink Katanas (RID15!Drift x HumanFemale!Reader

Summary: You and Sideswipe team up to pull a small prank on Drift, but your punishment was much more different than what your partner-in-crime received.

Warnings: pink paint, pink swords, expensive shit, minor master/sub dynamics, minor boob play (who doesn't love boobs?), oral (f receiving), orgasm denial, manhandling, pet name, intercourse, unprotected sex (but your fucking a robot soooo), aftercare, cuddling, reader is over 18

Ok so I edited this and I hope I corrected all my mistakes, but if a few slipped, I apologize. Drift is one of my boo's so I had to write about him first. Hope you guys enjoy! <3

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You were the one that came up with the idea, but maybe getting Sideswipe to help you paint Drifts swords pink was going a little far. You knew how important his katana's were, but it was just paint, it wasn't like it couldn't be washed off. Right?

Well in this case, you were very wrong. Sadly the paint you snatched up from Denny's stash was a paint specifically made for metal, meaning you needed a certain paint remover to get it off, which Denny did not have. It is also, really expensive.

So, here you are handing Denny some cash so he can go to Crown City and pick up some of this paint remover. With a pout, you turn back to Bumblebee and a very unhappy Samurai. Bee looked down at you with his hands on his hips,

"Since I already decided Sideswipe would be the one cleaning Drifts swords when Denny returns, I'm letting Drift have the pleasure of deciding your consequences." Bee said, making your eyes widen.

"What?!" You look at Drift, who has his usual frown upon his face, but you could he tell he was more than upset.

You stare back at Bee, gesturing at Drift, "But he's gonna make me do something like run a mile or worse," the dreadful thought enters your mind, making you shiver, "Meditate."

Bee gave you an unsympathetic look, "Should have thought of that before you decided to pull a prank. Drift," The Samurai looked at Bumblebee, who gave him a smile, "She's all yours."

With that said, Bumblebee walked off, leaving you to Drifts full attention. You look down at the ground nervously, clasping your hands behind your back while you use one of your feet to kick around a couple rocks.

You wait anxiously for Drift to say something, but his silence continues, making you more jittery. What felt like a minute went by and the silence was really getting you. Was he really that mad?

Just as you were about to say something, Drift raised his arms, allowing Slipstream and Jetstorm to transform. The two mini-bots stand before their teacher, taking a closed fist and placing it in their opened palm before bowing.

"My pupils, you are free for the rest of the evening." Drift says and not once, even as he let his students transform, did he take his hardened gaze away from you.

"Thank you, Master."

You lifted your head up enough to watched the mini-bots happily prance off to where ever they wanted to go, leaving you completely alone with Drift. You dig your teeth into your bottom lips, using your teeth to peel away some of the dead skin. An unhealthy habit you did when you were nervous.

"Look at me."

You nearly jumped at the sound of his voice, but you did as you were told and lifted your head. However, instead of facing his glare, you focus on his chest. Sure it was a bit of a coward move, but you've seen Drift angry, and while it made you curious, it still scared you a little.

A low growl rumbled through Drifts chest,

"Look at me." He says again in a tone that leaves you no room to disobey.

You finally look up at his face and notice the frown grew deeper than it was before. You move your teeth to your top lip, biting on it just as you did the other.

You and the autobot warrior stared at each other for a few seconds, before you opened your mouth to say something.

"Drift-"

"Silence." He cuts you off immediately, making you glue your lips together.

Finally after he glares at you for a few more seconds, he speaks out another demand.

"Follow."

It was a simple demand, but it had you moving your feet before Drift could even make a step. You followed him along quietly, till you realized the two of you are in a secluded area in the scrapyard.

Your voice is soft, "Where are we going?"

He heard you, but did not reply and came to a stop once he knew you both were far away from the others. You wait, yet again, until Drift gave you further instructions. He never turns around and proceeds to stand where he's at, holding his hands behind his back as he glanced over all the junk Denny Clay has collected over the years, but his mind was nowhere near about the junk in front of him.

"Do you like making me angry?"

The question is quick and abrupt, but without thinking you immediately reply with a no. Your answer seemed acceptable for now, but when Drift turned around, you knew he wasn't done speaking yet.

"Then why do you continue to anger me?" He asks so smoothly the questions almost flew over your head.

You didn't know what to say at first. Yeah, you pulled pranks on all the bots, but Drift seemed to be your easiest target. The others would always yell at you for your pranks, but every prank you pulled on Drift, he gave little to no reaction. Usually Bumblebee gave out the punishment, but now it was Drift.

So, what was the warrior before you planning in his head?

You knew whatever it was, it couldn't be good, because you could tell Drift was not going to let you off easily.

Your mind reels back to his recent question, which you didn't really have an answer for. Maybe it was curiosity? You've seen Drift give the mini-bots the consequences of their unmannered actions (which usually consisted of extra training time). He never gave them mercy.

Either way, it doesn't matter now. You were at Drifts mercy now.

Without saying another word, Drift lifts his wrist up closer to his face, which holds one Fixit's newest devices he created. A shrink ray.

Drift presses down on the button and his body starts getting smaller and smaller, and soon he is now only two feet taller than you.

You've seen the other bots use their shrink ray device, but Drift never used it, it was weird seeing him like this.

Drift moves closer to you until he stood directly in front of you. The silence started making you uncomfortable again, so you try talking.

"Just tell me what you want me to do."

Drifts frown never leaves his face and quickly replies with, "On the berth, or what you humans call, a mattress."

You blink a couple times before moving your eyes to look around. You spot a mattress behind Drift, with a simple clean white sheet laid on top of it. You look at it for a couple seconds before looking back at Drift.

"You want me to lay on that?" You ask, as if he's gone mad.

Drift doesn't answer and simply moves to the side, waiting for you. You hesitantly move, walking over to the (what you noticed was queen sized) mattress that simply laid on the ground.

"Shoes off." Drift commands suddenly, but you listen anyways.

Once you have your shoes off, you lay yourself on the bed, well more like just sitting on it. Drift followed you, waiting patiently for you to follow up on his command. Once he had you where he wanted you, he swiftly grabbed one of your ankles gently and pulled on it.

You squeak as your back hits the mattress.

"Drift, what are you doing?"

You look at him in shock as he ignores your questions and moves himself to hover his body over yours. A hand of his presses against your stomach and starts slowly moving up.

"What I've should've done when you started your pranks."

You feel his metal hand move up your stomach, leaving trails of shivers behind. He was gentle with you at first, but as his moved closer to your chest, he grew more bold.

His hand reaches your chest, laying directly over one of your breasts.

"D-Drift-"

"At any point you are uncomfortable, you tell me. Am I understood?"

You nod your head, breathing out a quick yes. Maybe you should have thought his more through, but you didn't. His touch made you want more. Drift hums at your response, before his metal hand starts cupping the breast he has in his grasp. Your gasp doesn't go unnoticed and encourages Drift to continue.

"You never answered one of my earlier questions."

At first you didn't say anything, focusing on the hand that laid on your breasts. He was massaging it, but gave couple gentle squeezes, which took your breath away every time. You think of his words, trying to comprehend what he said.

"Which one?" You say with a tremble.

Drift stops his hand from moving, raising it higher and tucking it underneath your head before lifting it up. His eyes stare in yours as he repeats one of his questions.

"Why do you continue to anger me?"

You swallow slowly and decide to shrug, but that wasn't good enough for autobot samurai.

"A simple body movement does not satisfy me. Use your words."

His tone of voice makes you reply quickly, "I don't know..." You answer honestly.

Drift says nothing and moves to sit up before both of his hands move down to the waist band of you shorts. Your eyes widen as he pulls off the material, along with your underwear.

"Drift!"

He doesn't listen and you don't stop him.

Your shorts and underwear are off completely, leaving your bottom half bare and instinctively, your legs close.

"Tell me to stop and I will." Drift repeats this instruction again, before placing a hand between your legs to pull them apart.

You could end this all with a simple word, you knew that. You trusted Drift. You knew he would never hurt you in any way. So you let him continue, no matter how crazy this was.

Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest as you watch Drift stare at your lower half, making your cheeks glow red. You feel his hands slowly drag up and down your inner thighs, leaving goosebumps behind. You shift impatiently, hoping he would do something quick.

"Drift what-"

"You are to call me master in this predicament."

You can't help it when the thought of calling him master made you grow wet.

"Master..." You say his title quietly, "What are you doing?"

Yet again, you are met with silence, which is starting to annoy you. He can feel your irritation grow, but he could care less, and continues his slow ministrations. You think of telling him to get on with it, but once you feel one of his hands move down to where you want him, your breath gets caught in your throat.

One of his cool metal fingers drag in between your delicate lips, gathering up your wetness on his digit before dragging it up to your clit. Your head falls back with a moan as you feel his finger move in slow circles on your nub.

Drift watches as you continuously contract your heat every few seconds, almost tempted to fill you up with one of his fingers, but he denies himself of the thought. He only lets his one finger do the work. He goes on rubbing gentle circles over your clit only for now, watching your body jerk every time he touches a certain spot.

"Master, please."

He listens to your plea, but ignores it at the same time. His punishment was simple. You take what he decided to give you, and unfortunately for you, he wasn't in a giving mood right now.

The circles over your clit never stop, but the pace moves up a tiny bit, making you sigh out in some sort of relief. You focus your mind and body on his touch, feeling the sensation he was giving you. Soon enough your hips began moving on there own and suddenly the sensations stop.

You raise your head little to watch Drift move himself down the bed so his face was near drenched labia. Your breath quickens as you wait anxiously for his next move.

Drift senses your eagerness and decides to give you a little something. His lips wrap around your clit, sucking on it gently as his tongue swirls around it. The cybertronian tongue was different and you noticed it immediately. You could tell it had no taste-buds and usually the texture was a bonus and added more to the pleasure, but with the way Drift moved his tongue, you could tell he didn't need that extra bonus at all.

Your moans fill his audio receptors, making his own body shake for a moment. Your taste coated his tongue, which just about made him moan, but instead a low hum left his mouth, the vibrations making your hips jerk upwards.

"O-oh god-" You moan out, your hands moving down to hold Drifts head as you began bucking your hips against his mouth.

Quickly Drift took over the small control you had by grabbing your hands and placing them over your lower stomach. He kept his hands on top of yours, to not only keep your hands from moving, but to also keep your hips still.

"Drift!" You whine

Your slip-up falls on deaf ears as Drift is to focused on moving his mouth the right way.

He drags his tongue through your lips, trying to get more of your taste. His lips are once again over your clit and he begins flicking his tongue against your nub. Your moans grow louder as his tongue never falters and even continues to speed up.

It's not long before you start loosing all control over our body. His name is the only word you can speak as you feel yourself getting close. It's all happening so fast and your heat clenches more to help yourself get off quicker, but before you can feel the bliss of your orgasm, Drift pulls away.

His hands leave yours and moves to keep your legs separated. He watches as you whine some more while your entire body moves around vividly. He gives you a minute to calm yourself and when you do, you look directly in his eyes.

"Why'd you stop?" You mumble, already to worn out to speak clearly.

"It's seems you forgot that this was a punishment my dear." Drift says, ignoring the pout you formed on your face, he was not letting you make him feel guilty. Not while you still had a lesson to learn.

You were bad and had to face the outcome of your actions.

Without saying another word, your body is flipped over, making you squeal in surprise. Your hips are raised and legs are pulled further apart. You hear something transform, but the hand Drift had on the back of your neck kept the side of your face against the mattress, so you couldn't see him.

"Remember, tell me to stop and I will."

It made you uneasy as you wondered why he had to repeat that saying again, but you softly tell him to keep going, remembering your trust in him. You wait eagerly for him to do something, but all Drift did was wrap his hand around his member, giving it a couple strokes.

He wouldn't say this out loud, but you looked ravishing in front of him and he was delighted that he was making you feel this way. He holds himself in his hand before moving his hips forward. He loves the gasping moan you breathe out as he drags his tip along your whole labia, then dragging his wet tip to your clit.

He rubs in small circles again, just like he did with his finger. His hand leaves the back of your neck, moving to your hip. You raised yourself up on your forearms, turning your head to look back at Drift, who was currently only focused on your heat.

His eyes then look up at yours and very slowly, he lets his tip enter you. Your mouth falls open as he fills you up more and more. Your moans get louder, but you didn't care.

Once fully inside of you, Drift decides to let out a small grunt, which sounded incredibly hot to you. Thankfully you didn't have to wait much longer before he moved. He pulled out carefully, till only his tip was left in, than gradually began filling you up again.

His first thrusts were just like this. Slow and steady.

His pace made you wail. You needed him to go faster, but when you tried moving back to meet his own hips, he held you still and stopped. The grunts and groans he was letting out made you grow hotter. You wanted to hear more of him, but maybe you'll get what you want next time. If there is a next time of course.

Drift starts going faster, making you clench around his shaft more often. Before you know it, Drift moves at an insane speed, making you cry out.

"D-Drift!"

He hears you and keeps going, he needed to bring you to the edge just one more time. While he loved the way you were making him feel, you still had a punishment to face. He couldn't let the pleasure get the best of him.

A couple more thrust is when you begin to feel yourself knot up. You started clenching for a longer period of time, indicating that you were close.

Then you felt the bliss you were waiting for. It was sudden and made your body go stiff, but Drift continued moving your body himself.

Although he knew you had begun climaxing, he forced himself slow down, causing your orgasm to go weak. You sobbed as he slowed down to a complete stop. You tried moving your hips, but he kept them still. You felt yourself throbbing around him as your weak orgasm wore off.

He waited for a couple minutes and started moving again, not taking it slow at first like he did last time. His hips moved against yours at a rapid pace, making your body jolt forward, but luckily he gripped onto your hips well. Your cries were constant at this point and you could feel your throat getting scratchy from using it to much.

Drift grunted louder as he felt himself getting closer. You were getting there as well, but he didn't care. You had your pleasure somewhat fulfilled, now it was his turn. His hips began to stutter and soon enough, he was going over the edge. You could feel something warm filling you up, besides his member, but that didn't matter right now, no matter how good he was filling you up. You whine as you are denied a second orgasm, leaving you a begging mess below.

Drift closed his eyes to calm his breathing, bringing himself back together. When he opens his eyes to look at you, the sight pleases him.

"W-want more." You beg, swerving your hips from side to side, but Drift only pulls out, making you groan.

"Be grateful you overloaded at all." Drift said, back to his normal tone.

He lets your hips fall to the mattress, but keeps your legs separated. He watches some of his blue seed begin to seep out and automatically plunges it back in with a finger.

"You are to keep all of this inside, do you hear me?" Drift ordered, using his finger to push all of his liquid back inside of you.

You whine in agreement. Finally he pulls his fingers out once he feels sure his fluid won't leak out again.

To your surprise, your gently flipped over. You watched tiredly as Drift grabs your underwear first, placing them up your legs before moving onto your shorts. You watched him reach over the edge of the bed again to grab a blanket you didn't before.

He covers you with the blanket, then moves to lay beside you, pulling you against him to hold you closer. The sun had started setting a couple minutes ago, so the blue sky was now pink and purple. Silence overcomes you two for a couple minutes, but something in your head keeps you from falling asleep. Even though you were wiped out.

"How did you plan all of this so quickly? Right when you you saw your swords, you told Bee immediately." You ask, using your finger to trace over his metal chest.

"I heard of your plan while you were speaking to Sideswipe."

You raise your head up in shock, your eyes trailing over his facial features. His eyes were closed, his face showing content.

"So you knew the whole time? Why didn't you stop us?"

The only reply you got was small smile and nothing else. You breath out a small laugh and lay your head back down.

"So this was your way of getting into my pants?"

The thought should have made you upset, but it didn't. Call it a crush or whatever, but you had always admired him from the sidelines.

"No."

The sudden word causes you to paused and you look up at him again.

"Huh?"

Drift opens his eyes to look at you, "My plan was to make you mine, not to simply get into your pants as you say."

Drift watched your face contorts to surprise, making him smile a little more. Your shocked expression turns soft and shortly after you begin smiling as well.

"So if I'm yours, does that also make you mine?" You ask with a playful smile.

"Of course my dear."

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the pact (1)

pairing: jinyoung x reader

genre: romance, smut, a lil angst

warnings: sexual content, cursing, alcohol, cliche fwb to lovers, fuckboy!jb

word count: 6.5k

summary: you desperately need to get over your decade-long crush on lim jaebeom, and your close friend jinyoung needs to get over his ex—so the two of you make an arrangement: just sex, no feelings. what could go wrong?

A/N: this is the first fic i’ve posted in yearrsssss so please be kind! also, if there are any weird formatting issues please let me know, i had a hell of a time posting this and mostly could only edit on my ipad so it’s been rough. hopefully it looks normal on both the app and desktop website but if it doesn’t, send me a message!

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This was not how movie night was supposed to have gone.

You’d had a rough day at work, only looking forward to one thing all day—having all your friends over for your monthly movie night that inevitably always ended up as a mess. Your co-worker, Yugyeom, and his best friend Bambam were usually the culprits, turning every movie into a drinking game. You’d come to expect it after the third time you’d had to push Bam out before he puked on your carpet.

Your two bedroom apartment was barely big enough for you, your roommate, and your four closest guy friends, but you made it work every month and it was just what you’d needed tonight after the day you’d had.

It wasn’t usually difficult work managing a bookstore, but this week had been one of your lowest yet with sales, and you’d had to field multiple customer complaints as well as employee drama. It’d been enough to build tension in your shoulders and make you especially thirsty for Yugyeom’s special sodas—three parts alcohol, one part Sprite.

It didn’t help that you’d just seen your longtime crush, Jaebeom, post on his Instagram story that he was out with a mystery girl you didn’t recognize but had everything you didn’t. Stylish clothes, ridiculous curves, natural beauty, and most importantly, she had Jaebeom.

You’d been pining after Jaebeom for as long as you could remember—since you were in middle school with him and Jinyoung, at least. You’d had a decent amount of boyfriends in the ten years that had passed since then, yet you couldn’t shake your infatuation.

To make your infatuation even worse, three weeks ago, you’d been out with the guys and when you ran into Jaebeom, he was three shots deep and you ended up making out with him in the men’s bathroom. It wasn’t quite the romantic encounter you’d built up in your head, but still. He had a way of kissing you that made you feel like maybe he’d been wanting you just as badly this entire time. But then that was it—besides a couple of random text messages, you’d barely spoken to him since then.

So you’d gone a little overboard and ended up on the kitchen floor, your head resting on your roommate Sana’s lap while Transformers played in the living room and the boys argued over autobots and decepticons.

“I just—he texted me last week, I told you, right? He asked what I was doing, but it was two in the morning so I didn’t see it until I woke up...”

Sana stroked your hair and let out an exasperated sigh. “You want me to be honest with you, right?”

“Yes, please.”

“Jaebeom is a textbook fuckboy. He texted you because he was horny and his other playthings probably ignored him, so you were likely the first female’s name that he saw while scrolling through his contacts.”

It was a harsh truth, but deep down you knew she was right. Still, it wasn’t so easy to just brush it off and forget about it. You couldn’t help wondering what exactly was wrong with you, why you weren’t good enough for him. Sure, you were a little bookish, and you weren’t skilled in the art of seduction, but he had kissed you. That meant something, didn’t it?

“Besides, I don’t even get why you like him so much. He doesn’t even have a real job—“

You interrupted, “He’s a musician!”

“—I said a real job. He’s not a musician, he’s a DJ that sometimes posts half assed thirty second clips on Soundcloud with vaguely sexual titles.”

You pouted, knowing that she was right, and buried your face into her lap. “But he’s so pretty,” you whined.

Sana rubbed your back like the good best friend she was. “I know, Y/N. I know. But he’s a scumbag, and there are better guys out there. Like, millions of them. He’s not worth laying on your kitchen floor crying over.”

“Who’s she crying over?”

You lifted your head to see Jinyoung standing in the kitchen doorway with the empty bowl of popcorn. Sighing, you pulled yourself up from the floor and slumped against the counter. “Is Jaebeom dating someone?”

Jinyoung raised an eyebrow and set down the popcorn bowl, then grabbed a fresh beer out of the fridge. “How should I know?”

“I don’t know, you’ve known him forever,” you replied with a shrug. “Don’t guys like, tell each other that stuff?”

“No,” Jinyoung answered with a snort. “We say, ‘hey, what’s up, man? How’s life?’ And then we give a noncommittal response, say we should grab a drink sometime to catch up, and then we never do.”

You pursed your lips together, crossing your arms. “Well, he posted one of those mirror selfies with some girl I’ve never seen before. The caption was ‘late night with bae’.”

You were saved a snarky response from Sana when there was a sudden raise in the volume in the living room, indicating the guys were getting out of hand again. Someone was yelling about spilled soju and Bambam was making noise simply to make noise, it seemed.

“If they stained the couch, I’m going to kill them,” she muttered before huffing off, prepared to put her foot down and wrangle the boys back to a reasonable sound level. Your neighbors had already called the landlord last week when Jackson stood out on the balcony belting out Boyz II Men at passing men and women.

While Jinyoung rinsed out the popcorn bowl, you scrutinized him. He was an acceptable man, right? He had a steady job at a publishing house, he was polite, kind, and made you laugh. He always surprised you with advanced copies of your most anticipated reads and he was probably the source of half the sales at your store. And yet, there were no butterflies when you looked at him. Not like there were when you saw Jaebeom.

But he was attractive, objectively. Jackson had told you the last time you’d bothered him for advice that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone new. And sex didn’t always have to mean anything between friends...

“Why are you staring?” Jinyoung asked when he finally noticed you were practically studying him.

You shook your head quickly. “Nothing.”

After grabbing a water bottle to sober up, you headed back into the living room to finish watching the movie. Clearly this train of thought was the result of too many special sodas, considering you’d never once in your life looked at Jinyoung as more than a close friend. It had always been about Jaebeom for you.

Besides, he’d dated Yeri for five years. Two of those were long distance while she studied in the states, and they’d broken up just a couple of months ago not long after she returned. Maybe that was why you’d never seen him as an option.

Two hours later, Bambam and Yugyeom had abandoned your movie night after being invited out to a new club by some pretty girls. It was predictable at this point, and you’d rather have them getting smashed out on the streets than in your apartment.

Sana had left you, Jackson, and Jinyoung with the task of cleaning up fallen popcorn and throwing away the many empty bottles scattered throughout the apartment. She’d cleaned up last month, it was your turn this time.

You felt almost sober by the time everything was cleaned up and Jackson left to meet up with the other boys, unable to resist a night out. By the time you collapsed onto the couch and switched the TV off, the only remains of your alcohol was the heaviness in your limbs.

Jinyoung dropped onto the couch next to you, propping his feet up on the coffee table. “Tired?” he asked you, brows raised.

“A little.” You shrugged and pulled your legs onto the couch underneath of you, wrapping your arms around yourself. “Mostly just exhausted from the week. I think it’s just now hitting me.”

“Mm,” he agreed, letting his head fall back against the back of the couch. “Me too. Tonight’s the first time I got to leave the office before eight o’clock.”

You scoffed, shaking your head at him. “You work too hard.”

Jinyoung chuckled. “I like my job. I enjoy the work, most of the time. Keeps my mind occupied.”

That, you understood. You’d always been one to ignore your life’s problems by throwing yourself into work, and you knew it was one of the reasons you’d never had a successful relationship and found it hard to keep friends outside of the circle you’d always had.

Or, there could have been one other reason you hadn’t ever been able to stay with one person for too long—Jaebeom. As pathetic as it sounded, you’d always compared other guys to him, and they fell short every time.

You caught your mind wandering to him yet again and mentally slapped yourself. That was it, you had to find a way to forget about him. Once and for all.

“How did you get over Yeri?” You asked, somewhat abruptly. It caught Jinyoung off guard, you could tell. He’d been broken up with her for almost two months now, and hadn’t mentioned her in almost as long.

Jinyoung furrowed his eyebrows, chewing at his lip for a moment as if carefully choosing his words. “I don’t— I mean, maybe I’m not. Over her.”

Now it was your turn to be surprised. “You’re not? But it’s been two months, and I just kind of figured...”

He shrugged. “Some days are better than others. But every now and then, I feel like... like I’m still waiting for her to come back, and my whole life is on pause until she does.”

As far as you knew, Yeri had been the one to end things. Jinyoung was just too busy with work, he stayed late almost every night and she’d gotten tired of trying to schedule quality time with him weeks in advance. At least, that was as much as Jackson had told you.

You had no idea it would still be weighing on him, though. Jinyoung, of all people, was rarely shaken by anything. Always calm, calculated, and steady. No matter how long you’d known him, this was possibly the most he’d ever opened up to you.

“Sana thinks I need to get over my crush on Jaebeom,” you said as a slight change in subject, mostly because you had no experience in comforting Jinyoung and couldn’t begin to think of a proper response. “You know, for good.”

“You do,” Jinyoung responded with a light chuckle. “You’ve been obsessing over him since we were teenagers, and I have no idea why.”

You propped your sock covered feet on the coffee table, tipping your head back against the couch. “I don’t really know, either. I guess I just always thought... he’d settle down and want something serious, you know? He’d be done with the partying, the one night stands, the DJing, and he’d want...”

Trailing off, you chose not to finish the sentence because it was just too pathetic to say out loud. He’d want me.

Jinyoung was silent for a while before he leaned his shoulder into yours, a subtle gesture of comfort. “You deserve a lot better than him.”

When you were silent in response, Jinyoung nudged you again, more firmly this time. “Hey, you believe me, right? Don’t waste your worries on him, Y/N. There really are millions of better guys out there.”

Truthfully, you wanted to believe Jinyoung but there was still that nagging voice at the back of your head. Every relationship you’d ever had, and there weren’t many, had ended terribly. You’d been cheated on, lied to, and straight up ghosted. It was hard not to think maybe you were the problem.

You weren’t the most beautiful girl out there, you’d accepted that long ago. Not that you were hideous, but you knew there wasn’t much about your appearance that stood out to the average passerby. Looks weren’t everything, but they were still important.

“Would you have sex with me?” You blurted, realizing maybe you weren’t so sober after all. “I mean, hypothetically?”

Jinyoung’s eyes widened and he stifled a cough, looking at you like you had two heads. “Sorry?”

“I mean,” you cleared your throat and stood up in front of him. Long sweater, leggings, faded makeup and all. “You’re a guy. If you saw me at a bar, or just walking on the street. Would you want to have sex with me?”

The tips of Jinyoung’s ears instantly turned a deep shade of pink and it looked for a moment as if he was trying to keep his eyes anywhere except your body. “I—“ he shook his head, then finally made eye contact with you. “Yes.”

It was a new feeling, seeing Jinyoung flustered like this. It didn’t happen often, but you had to bite your lip to keep from grinning. It occurred to you, suddenly, that Jackson might have been onto something.

“Do you want to... now?” You asked, faking confidence. Sex between friends didn’t have to mean anything, and you both had people you needed to get over. It made sense, at the end of the day. And you trusted him, you realized—a lot.

“Stop being ridiculous,” Jinyoung replied, shaking his head once more. “Why are you asking this right now?”

You took a deep breath. “You want to get over Yeri. I want to get over Jaebeom. It makes sense, right? We’re adults, we’re friends, and it wouldn’t be anything more than physical. Whenever we need to let off some steam or get our minds off of them, we can help each other.”  

He looked away again, but you could tell with the way his jaw worked that he was considering it. Still, maybe he was the wrong person to ask. Jinyoung had never had casual sex, at least not that you knew of. He was a serious relationship kind of guy. You may have been better off asking one of the other guys.

“Okay.”

When he answered, your eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Really?”

“You might have a point,” Jinyoung admitted. “Part of the reason I can’t get over Yeri is because she’s the only girl I’ve ever been with. Memories of her are everywhere. But maybe,” he sighed, running his tongue over his lips. “Maybe we could make some new ones.”

The corner of your lip quirked up and you felt the satisfaction of winning, which truly didn’t happen often with Jinyoung. He was one of the most stubborn people you’d ever known, always having a comeback or a way to turn it around in his own favor.

“So...” you started, trying to hide your fidgeting fingers in the sleeves of your sweater. You decided to just go for it, lowering yourself onto the couch with your knees on either side of Jinyoung’s hips.

It felt awkward. This was your childhood friend, and you were about to have sex with him with absolutely no feelings involved. But as you settled onto his lap and he slid his hands up your thighs, you began to relax.

“So,” Jinyoung repeated, gripping your waist under your sweater. His hands were big and warm, and you instantly felt safe in his grasp. “I’m going to kiss you now. Is that okay?”

When you nodded, Jinyoung leaned in slowly and carefully until his lips just barely brushed yours. He was gentle at first, until you tilted your head and kissed him back, your hands resting experimentally against his solid chest.

To be honest, it wasn’t bad. Jinyoung’s lips were soft and plump, and he kissed politely, waiting for permission to deepen it further.

So you gave it to him, sliding your arms around his neck and bringing your body flush against his, allowing his tongue entrance into your mouth. The two of you kissed until you were breathless, and you silently thanked the gods that Sana was a deep sleeper and there was little to no chance she’d walk in on you with your tongue down Jinyoung’s throat.

As polite as Jinyoung was, he didn’t hesitate to trace his hands up your bare sides, leaving goosebumps in his wake. It had been so long since you’d been touched like this, you’d forgotten how good it felt to be pressed up against a warm body, both of you desperately trying to get closer.

Even though he’d agreed to sleep with you, for some reason you were still surprised when you felt him harden underneath you. Part of you had been expecting him to end up repulsed or chicken out.

Something about the way he felt underneath of you had you rolling your hips into his, the obvious bulge in his pants pressing between your thighs just right. You let out a breathy moan into the kiss and Jinyoung pulled you down against him more firmly, one of his hands slipping down between your legs to rub you through your leggings.

A surprised moan slipped out and Jinyoung pulled away abruptly, his eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. “Is that okay?”

You nodded quickly, grabbing his wrist and pressing his fingers back against your clit, sending warmth throughout your entire body. “Feels good,” you whispered, and you swore you felt Jinyoung’s cock twitch in his jeans.

“Bedroom?” Jinyoung asked, his fingers still drawing slow circles that were starting to make your brain fuzzy.

“Please,” you responded, and before you could make a move to stand up, Jinyoung was grabbing your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, lifting you from the couch like you weighed nothing. When had he gotten so strong?

He somehow got you to the bedroom smoothly, only stopping once to press you into the hallway and scatter kisses across your neck. Then he finally set you down after shutting your bedroom door behind you and you took the opportunity to lift his shirt up over his head.

You knew Jinyoung worked out regularly, but you had no idea he looked like that under his clothes. A firm chest, wide shoulders, and an actual six pack. If you’d known he was this ripped, maybe you would’ve tried to make this arrangement sooner.

“Seriously?” You asked, running your fingers down the lines of his abs. “Have you always looked like this?”

Jinyoung’s ears flushed again. “You know I like exercising. What did you expect?”

Shrugging, you settled your hands at his belt and ran your fingers along the metal of the buckle. “I don’t know. Now I’m a little scared to take your pants off, I mean, what have you got hiding there?”

He cringed, grabbing your hips and pulling you against him once more. “Oh, god. Please never say that again.”

Your giggle was cut off by Jinyoung’s lips pressing into yours again. This time the kiss was more heated, wet and punctuated by little nips to your lower lip. When he finally rid you of your sweater, you were so turned on you forgot to be insecure about him seeing your body for the first time.

Jinyoung laid you down on the bed, cradling his hand behind your head as it hit the pillows. His lips were on your collarbone in an instant and you slid your fingers through the soft strands of his hair, tugging in appreciation when he started sucking a hickey into your skin.

Tracing your sides with his fingertips once more, Jinyoung squeezed your hips and pulled back, sitting back on his heels to look down at you. His eyes raked your body from your face down to your waist, to where your legs were spread for him to lay between.

“Should we—“ Jinyoung swallowed, rubbing his thumbs into your hips. “Should we make some ground rules?”

It was fitting that he would be the one to suggest boundaries, but he had a point. Just because you trusted him and were both aware that it would be just sex, no feelings, didn’t mean it couldn’t get messy.

“Good idea,” you breathed, pushing hair out of your face. You’d never done this before, you didn’t even know where to start.

“Honesty,” Jinyoung started, his face looking quite serious despite the fact that he had a massive bulge in his jeans and he was naked from the waist up. “We tell each other what’s working, what’s not... what feels good, what doesn’t.”

Nodding, you agreed, “And, we have to tell each other if we start sleeping with someone else.”

“Or if we start to fall in love,” Jinyoung said, catching you off guard. Love? It hadn’t even crossed your mind.

He seemed to catch himself and cleared his throat, and you tried to ignore the adorable blush that was creeping onto the apples of his cheeks. “No feelings, right?”

You held your hand out. “Deal.”

Jinyoung smirked, then reached his hand out to clasp yours, shaking it just once. “Deal. Want me to eat you out now?”

You coughed in surprise. Was he always this forward with girls? If so, what was Yeri thinking walking away from him like that?

When you realized he wasn’t kidding, not even a little, as his hands played with the waistband of your leggings, you nodded once. “Okay. But I’m not—I wasn’t really expecting anyone to see me naked...”

Though you knew there was no good reason to be insecure, it was just Jinyoung, you squirmed your hips regardless when Jinyoung started to remove your leggings. “You want me to be honest?” He asked, tossing the ball of fabric behind him once you were left in just your bra and underwear.

“That’s the idea, right?”

“Right.” He scooted down the bed and laid between your legs, his shoulders nudging your knees apart to give him more room. “I don’t care. Most guys don’t. Besides, the underwear is cute.”

Blushing, you turned your face towards the pillow. You vaguely remembered mindlessly picking out a pair of snowmen underwear, simple cotton hipsters that were far from seductive. Though he said he didn’t care, you couldn’t help the knot of embarrassment in your stomach.

“Shut up.” You chewed your lip, then lifted your head to look down at him. “Guys really don’t care? About... what it looks like down there?”

Jinyoung held back another chuckle. “No. You care way more than we do, apparently. At the end of the day, if it’s the right guy, we just want to be inside of you. And if it’s really the right guy, we just want to make you feel good. Nothing else matters.”

It relieved some of your anxiety, but you still couldn’t look at his face as he pulled your underwear down your legs and tossed them to the floor. You trusted him, more than most guys you’d ever met, but he was about to get closer to you than even some of the men you’d slept with.

“Relax,” Jinyoung whispered and you conceded, laying your head back against the pillows and closing your eyes. “Tell me if you want to stop, okay?”

You nodded, tapping your hands awkwardly against the covers until you felt his fingers intertwine yours, holding them against the bed next to your hips.

He started slow. Kissing your thighs, building it up, getting closer and closer to your heat before finally, he licked one single strip from your entrance up to your clit. You whimpered involuntarily, not realizing how sensitive you’d be.

How long had it been, anyway? At least six months since the last time you’d had sex, and much longer since you’d had a man’s face between your thighs.

Then he locked his lips around your clit, alternating between flicking his tongue and sucking, until you were squeezing his hands so hard you were sure you left nail marks in his skin. You had to remind yourself Sana was just a couple of rooms over, and though she was a deep sleeper she’d most definitely wake up to you moaning at the top of your lungs.

“Faster,” you told him, still unable to open your eyes but he listened immediately, quickening the pace of his tongue against your clit. You whined breathlessly, hips lifting in an attempt to just feel more.

Jinyoung let go of one of your hands only to slide it down to meet just underneath his chin, taking the wetness that had gathered on two of his fingers before slowly inching them inside of you.

“Fuck,” you breathed out, moving your now free hand to clamp onto the back of Jinyoung’s head, fingers tangling in his hair. “Deep. Deeper, with your fingers,” you told him, words rushing together because you felt like you were going a little bit insane.

So he obeyed, pushing his fingers through your walls until he couldn’t go any further. He let you adjust, then began a slow, delicious pace inside of you. You could feel sweat pooling in your collarbone just from the heat Jinyoung was making you feel.

“Pull my hair,” Jinyoung whispered, and you didn’t have time to question it before you were doing as he said. He moaned into your clit and you arched your back, your mouth gaping open just as you remembered you needed to stay quiet.

He knew what he was doing, you could tell that much. Not only that, he enjoyed it. You could tell just from the quiet groans he’d let out when you clenched your walls around his fingers, like he was getting as much pleasure from this as you were.

“J-Jinyoung,” you stuttered, feeling the pressure start to build in your belly, your toes beginning to curl. He stared up at you, mouth still buried into your pussy. “I’m... I’m close, but I—“ you groaned. “I want you. Please.”

Within a second, Jinyoung was slipping his fingers from your folds, popping them into his mouth to get a taste and using his other hand to undo his belt. He worked fast, pushing his jeans down his thighs and kicking them off the bed with his underwear.

“Nightstand,” you breathed, taking your opportunity to check him out, head to toe. His dick was pretty. And that was truly the first time you’d ever thought that about anyone. You shifted your hips on the bed, desperate to have him fill you up.

It was new to feel this needy, and for Jinyoung of all people. The guy you’d known since you were both in your awkward phase, scrawny limbs and terrible clothing. He’d seen you throw up on your own shoes, and you’d seen him dance to Backstreet Boys at your high school talent show.

And yet, here you were, naked and wet underneath of him as if none of that mattered.

Jinyoung shoved his hand into your nightstand drawer until he found the box of condoms, grabbing one and tossing the nearly full box to the floor in his haste to get inside of you. You watched as he rolled it on, and it finally hit you that this was happening. It was almost too late for either of you to change your minds.  

“This is your last chance,” you said, finally looking up from his cock to his eyes. “If you want to stop, if you think it’s a bad idea—“

Jinyoung cut you off with his lips once more, his hand grabbing onto your thigh to hook it around his waist. “I’m not changing my mind. Are you?” He whispered against your lips and you felt him hard against your stomach.

“No,” you answered. “I want it.”

He pulled away and locked eyes with you, a smirk on his lips. “Oh yeah?” His tongue ran over his lower lip and he reached down, guiding his cock up your folds until the head nudged your clit. “I can tell.”

Even though he was clearly just as desperate, you blushed and pinched his arm. “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

Jinyoung’s eyes lit up and he chuckled, lowering his hips until you felt him at your entrance. “I had no idea you had such a dirty mouth on you.” He paused for a moment, making sure you were ready, then pushed inside of your heat.

While you’d just had his fingers inside of you, you would’ve never been able to tell with the way you squeezed around him. It was uncomfortable at first, but the feeling ebbed away quickly the more of him you took inside.

“Oh,” you breathed, and Jinyoung echoed your reaction with a groan.

“Tight,” he whispered, dropping his head down to your shoulder.

As soon as he’d filled you to the hilt, you couldn’t help the whimper that slipped from your lips. It was the best kind of stretch, putting every one of your nerves on edge. He stayed like that for a long moment, letting your walls adjust to his length.

When you couldn’t take it anymore, you shifted, tightening your leg around his waist. “Move. Please.”

Jinyoung’s movements were controlled and slow, but it was as if he knew all of the sensitive places in your body already. You gasped, your hands sliding up his back until they gripped tightly to his shoulder blades.

The way he fit inside of you felt incredible, and you weren’t sure it had ever felt quite like this, even with ex-boyfriends. Everywhere your body met with his felt like it was on fire, and as Jinyoung quickened his pace, you found it harder and harder to stay quiet.

His name fell from your lips over and over, and you could tell Jinyoung was holding back—when he lifted his head from your shoulder, his brows were knitted together in concentration. You slid your nails down his back, relishing in the way he shivered in response.

“God, you’re driving me insane,” he said, his voice low and strained. “Spread your legs more. Yeah, just like that.”

“Mm, faster,” you told him, clenching around him once he was all the way inside. “You don’t have to be gentle with me.”

“Fuck—“ Jinyoung groaned, hands squeezing the sheets where he held himself above you.

If someone had told you twelve hours ago that Jinyoung would have you covering your own mouth to muffle your moans while he drilled into you, you probably would have thought they were crazy. But here you were.

Jinyoung reached down, slipping his hand under your back to unhook your bra, pulling it off in one smooth movement. He cursed under his breath once you were exposed to him completely, breasts bouncing each time he filled you up.

“God,” he whispered, hand trailing down your chest until the tip of his index finger grazed over your nipple, a featherlight touch. You shivered, arching your back towards his hand. “Tell me what you like.”

Normally, it took you months to let your boyfriends know what you liked in bed and how you liked to be touched, but honesty was your number one rule in this agreement. There was no point in holding back.

“I like it deep, just like this,” you told him. Jinyoung seemed to just know already, or maybe that was how he liked it too. He was always the intense type, it made sense if it had transferred over to the bedroom. “I like it when you tell me how it feels, what you want to do.”

Your words were finished off by a moan that you were sure Sana could have heard if she weren’t asleep, and just the thrill of being caught was enough to send a wave of heat through your body.

When Jinyoung locked eyes with you, there was a hint of something new, like you’d unlocked a part of him that you’d never seen before. He smirked.

“Next time,” Jinyoung started, thrusting deep inside of you, “you won’t have to keep quiet. I’ll take you to my place, and when I’m inside of you, you can be as loud as you want.” His hand slid down your torso, over the sensitive skin of your stomach until it rested on your hip.

Next time. Just the idea of being with him again, though you probably wouldn’t admit it, excited you. It filled your mind with a flash of scenarios and possibilities, all the different ways he could make you feel good.

“Jinyoung, I—“ you moaned, biting hard onto your lip to silence yourself. Jinyoung brought his other hand to your mouth, thumbing your lip until you were forced to stop biting it.

“Would you like that?” he asked, the pace of his thrusts quickening. “Maybe I can bend you over the back of the couch, windows open for everyone to hear you crying out. Is that what you want?”

Your eyes squeezed shut, gasping as the mental image went straight between your legs where he filled you up so perfectly.

“Answer me.” His voice was deep but stern at your ear, and you knew his question was not rhetorical.

“Yes,” you replied, digging your nails into his back. “God, yes. Make me scream your name, Jinyoung.” And he almost did, as he attached his lips to your neck and bit down, teeth scraping against your tender skin just as he slammed inside of you.

You were close again, and you knew it wouldn’t take much more to send you tumbling over the edge. His thrusts were so deep and powerful that you knew you’d be aching tomorrow, but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care.

“Fuck, you’re so tight. Can’t get enough,” he said, voice husky and low against your neck where you could tell he was working on marking you. He could’ve left the biggest, reddest hickey for all to see and you couldn’t have cared less right now. It didn’t even cross your mind that this was meant to be just between the two of you.

You whimpered when his hand drifted from your hip to the place where your bodies met. He placed his thumb right against your clit and pressed quick circles into your most sensitive spot, and you had to restrain yourself from moaning out.

Jinyoung must have sensed this, because he pulled away from your neck and stared down at you, slipping his opposite thumb into the wetness of your mouth. “Suck.”

If you weren’t close before, you were now. You wrapped your lips around his thumb and did as you were told, hollowing out your cheeks and sucking on Jinyoung’s digit as it rested on your tongue.

As his gaze locked on yours, you found yourself unable to look away. He commanded every bit of your attention, his eyes filled with desire and pleasure that you were responsible for. Your heart pounded in your chest, overwhelmed with need.

Although Jinyoung didn’t say a word, you could read it in his eyes—cum for me. He drew tight circles against your clit, his fast pace relentless inside of you. His stamina was something else, you thought to yourself. He didn’t even look mildly tired out.

You grabbed at Jinyoung’s wrist with your hands, needing something to grip onto but you also desperately needed to keep your mouth occupied so that you didn’t wake your roommate and the neighbors with your cries.

Then something snapped. The tension got to be too much and your orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, causing your back to arch and your thighs to shake, caging Jinyoung’s waist in and slowing his movements.

He still fucked you through your high and kept his fingers moving until he was sure you had come down. Once he was, he brought a hand up to push your hair away from your face, pressing his lips into your forehead.

“Good girl,” he whispered and you sighed, your limbs finally relaxing in exhaustion. You would’ve never guessed that Jinyoung would be the one to give you what was possibly the best orgasm you’d had in years. Polite, calm, and serious Jinyoung. The same Jinyoung that could barely look you in the eye when you wore a bathing suit in front of him.

His climax wasn’t far away, you knew that much. And you were thankful too, because you were already starting to feel sore and overstimulated, and you weren’t sure how much more you could take.

You wrapped your arms around him, your fingertips gripping deep into his skin, undoubtedly leaving scratch marks down his back. It was only fair, you figured. You slipped one hand into his hair and tugged, harder than before.

“Shit,” Jinyoung moaned, his thrusts becoming less controlled and more shallow. You pulled his hair again, your nails scraping against his scalp, and that was it for him.

He pushed inside one last time, his cock so deep inside of you that you couldn’t help clenching your walls around him as he came. He was mostly silent save for one throaty groan into your neck, a sound you were sure you wouldn’t soon forget.

You felt him relax a long moment later and he slowly pulled back away from you, stroking the side of your face with his fingertips. “That was...”

All you could do was nod, a blush creeping onto your cheeks. “Yeah...” Your heart was still racing from your orgasm, but the haze of your desire was starting to fall away, reminding you of reality.

You’d just had sex with Jinyoung. One of your best friends. What would happen now? Would it be awkward from now on, now that you’d seen each other naked? You’d literally had him inside of you. Something told you it’d be difficult to come back from that.

Jinyoung finally pulled out of you a moment later to remove the condom and put it in the trash, and you were eternally grateful that you had the master bedroom with the attached bathroom. For one, you could watch his backside as he went to get a washcloth, and you also didn’t have to leave your bedroom until both of you were fully cleaned up.

You shifted on the bed while you waited for Jinyoung to return, trying to ease your worries. The two of you had been friends so long, you figured it would take more than one hook-up to ruin it all.

Once Jinyoung came back with a wet cloth and climbed onto the bed, you told yourself you’d worry about it tomorrow.

You both got cleaned up and while Jinyoung got dressed, you grabbed your robe and wrapped it around yourself so that you could walk him to the door. Both of your footsteps were as silent as possible, careful not to wake your roommate.

“Jinyoung,” you said, as he slipped his shoes back on.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks,” you whispered, chewing nervously at your lip. You didn’t quite know what you were thanking him for, but you felt the need to say it anyway. Some part of you felt so grateful to him that you couldn’t let him leave without making him aware.

Jinyoung’s lips quirked just a bit. “You too,” he tucked your disheveled hair behind your ear. “I’ll talk to you later, alright?”

You nodded. “Drive safe.”

The moment Jinyoung was out of the apartment, your body leaned limply against the door as you stared up at the ceiling. No, this was not how movie night was supposed to have gone.

[cyberrose2001]

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

“Hi Rose! First of all, I love your writing and I hope you are doing well! My request is NSFW (since I read that you take this sort of request), and I got an idea: TFP Optimus Prime x Female Reader in a f#ck or die situation. I hope it’s something you’re comfortable doing!” - Anon

Hi Anon! I'm doing well thank you! And thanks for requesting! I am comfortable with fuck or die fics/sex pollen, as long as it is not straight up non-consensual. Both parties have to have some sort of feelings for each other.

This is pretty long oops hehe, but I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: Smut, dub-con, slight mention of bodily harm, slight angst, voyeurism.

Word count: 2566

The situation was… dire, to say the least. You thought that it would just be a recon mission with Bumblebee, nothing too serious, however things have turned ass over head now that Soundwave has shown up. You squirm and kick at his servos in a pathetic attempt to get him to release you, but it only made the Decepticon spy squeeze you tighter, “Let me the fuck go!”

Soundwave displayed no emotion whatsoever, typical. He turned around to face the Autobot that was advancing towards him, dodging the blasts aimed at the scout. Bumblebee then watched in horror as Soundwave turned back around and activated a ground bridge and entered through it, with you still in his grasp.

Oh shit, Bumblebee stared as the bridge disappeared, this is not good…

-

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN SOUNDWAVE TOOK HER?” Ratchet shouted at Bumblebee, who was is a panic trying to explain what had happened to you to the rest of the team, “What would HE want to do with a HUMAN?”

Bumblebee holds his servos up in defence, he beeps, I don’t know! I turned around for one second and then I see him grab her! I tried to get her back but he just up and left.

“Well now we have no idea where she is, for primus sake,” Ratchet scoffs, “She could be anywhere on this planet, it will be impossible to track her down.”

Optimus stands next to Ratchet, listening to Bumblebee, his optical ridges are furrowed as he hides the boiling rage inside of him. You were his human companion; you were his responsibility and now he regrets ever letting you convince him to accompany Bumblebee on his patrol. He just couldn’t say no to your pleading eyes, he just couldn’t say no to the human he had developed further feelings for.

“Optimus,” Arcee crosses her arms, “What’s the plan? Wait it out or go in with guns blazing?”

Optimus looks at her, the anger in his eyes not going unnoticed by the rest of the team. He needs to do something.

“Ratchet, activate the ground bridge,” Optimus looks to the medic, “I will go alone and face them. Be on stand-by for when I request backup.”

“What?” Ratchet says, but when he notices Optimus’s stern glare, he sighs in defeat and activates the ground bridge to the location where you were kidnapped, “Are you sure, Optimus?”

He watches as Optimus pings Megatron on the main computer in the base, “Megatron, meet me at these coordinates. You bring the human back or you will face dire consequences.”

And with that, Optimus ran towards the ground bridge and transforms into his alt mode. He is praying to primus for your safety. The rest of team prime watch as their leader disappears into the ground bridge, unsure of what is to come.

-

“Optimus is going to lose his shit when he finds out about this.” You growl. Currently you were chained to a large metal gurney on the Nemesis, one built for a Cybertronian. The chains wrap around your wrists binding them together. The leader of the Decepticons himself was directly in front of you, watching you as you struggle at the chains. Soundwave stood next to him.

“Indeed, human.” Megatron laughs at your pitifulness, “That is why we have brought you here.”

“Soundwave has brought to my attention that Optimus seems to have a,” Megatron continues and leans down towards you, making you flinch, “Preference towards you.”

You side eye him (BOMBASTIC SIDE EYE), unsure of what to think of his statement, “Uh, that’s because he is my guardian? He is supposed to protect me.”

Megatron scoffs, “You misunderstand his intentions, human. I may be his enemy now, but I have known him since he was a young Orion Pax. I know what his true nature is towards you.”

“What do you mean?” You questioned; he can’t possibly be suggesting that Optimus has feelings for you. But you linger at the possibility, as you seem to have some feelings for the Prime as well. His protectiveness towards you, the way he looks at you with such care and admiration, and the quiet conversations you would have together while he held you. You had never seen him display that kind of care for anyone else on the team, and now you’re realising why that might be. Your face flushes at the thought.

Megatron was just about to give you an answer, but he was interrupted by a ping from his com.

“Megatron, meet me at these coordinates. You bring the human back or you will face dire consequences.”

“Ah, I knew he couldn’t resist.” Megatron turns to you and stares you down with intimidating red optics, “You will stay here until my return, do not try to escape, or you will become Knockout’s next patient.”

You slowly nod, swallowing the lump in your throat. You were hesitant to make any sort of movement. He stands up tall again and turns to Soundwave.

“Triangulate the coordinates.”

-

Optimus jumps out of the portal and transforms back into his robot mode, his vigilant optics scanning the area for any sign of Decepticons. Ahead of him he sees a ground bridge open and sees Megatron walking out towards him. Optimus clenches his servos, seeing that you were nowhere to be found.

“Optimus!” Megatron sneers, “What a wonderful surprise.”

“Where is she.” Optimus demands, a growl in his voice. He activates his face shield.

“If you wish to see your precious pet again,” Megatron looms closer to Optimus, “You must do what I ask.”

Optimus quirks an optical ridge, unsure of Megatron’s intentions. However, he remains on guard in-case of a fight, “And what are you proposing, Megatron?”

“I have intel that you care very deeply for this human, Optimus,” Megatron says, “More than just a simple guardianship.”

Optimus is standing there in shock, optics wide. How does Megatron know this information? He has not shared anything about his feelings towards the human with anyone, not even his own team.

“What are your intentions?” Optimus asks.

Megatron laughs deeply and draws his canon at Optimus, “You come with me and do what I tell you, or you will perish.”

Optimus groans in pain as someone from behind shocks him with vaults of electricity, falling to the ground and goes into stasis. Knockout spins the long taser in his servos.

Megatron looks down at Optimus, then back up to Knockout, “Take him through the ground bridge.”

“My pleasure, Megatron.”

-

Optimus groans as he comes to, the events of the last hour are foggy in his processor. Once his optics stop spinning, he gets a baring of where he is. He is in a room somewhere on the Nemesis, with only one doorway. He looks around some more, but his audial receptors pick up a small whimper.

There you were, chained up and sitting on the same berth as him. His optics widen and he attempts to grab you but realises that he is too chained up.

“Optimus!” You cry out to him. The sight of you in pain and helpless bring a pang of guilt to his spark. Bruises had covered your wrists from the many attempts to snap your chains.

“(Y/n), are you alright?” Optimus gently asks.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” You try your best to stay strong for him, but he knows you’re far from ok. You flinch as you hear a door slam, looking towards the noise you see Megatron, Soundwave and Knockout walk in.

“I see you have realised your predicament, Optimus.” Megatron says, “But allow Knockout to explain what is about to happen.”

Knockout walks up to you and Optimus, sneering at both of you, “Soundwave and I are curious to know, how much force does it take to split a human into two?”

Optimus is frozen. They’re going to hurt you and make him watch the whole thing.

“Soundwave has observed you become attached to this… putrid human,” Knockout spat at the word human, as if it left a disgusting taste on his glossa, “And we decided that you both will be a perfect candidate for an experiment.”

You and Optimus both look at each other, concern is plastered all over your face.

“You have two choices, Optimus.” Megatron takes over, “Either interface with the human or we will kill you both.”

Optimus optics are blown wide open at his words. He genuinely cannot believe that Megatron was going to force him to perform such an act on you. He looks to you with guilt in his optics.

You stare up at him in disbelief, there was no way that you were comfortable doing this, at least not at this time nor place. But you couldn’t let him be killed by the hands of the Megatron. Your body sinks in on itself and you begin to sob.

Optimus looks away from you and squeezes his optics shut, his spark cannot bare to witness your cries. He too feels the same way, the thought of you dying is unfathomable to him.

“I cannot perform such acts of indecency on (Y/n),” Optimus lowers his head, pulling at the chains on his arms, “I do not wish to harm- “

“I’ll do it.”

Optimus’s helm snaps towards you, optics softening at your state, “(Y/n), please.”

“Optimus I don’t want to see you die,” You look up at his optics, tears spilling over your cheeks, “If I have to do this just so you can live another day, then I will.”

The three Decepticons in the room seem satisfied with your answer.

“Wise choice, human.” Megatron locks the door, trapping all of you inside. There is no getting away from this now.

Knockout rolls his optics, “Alright enough with the sappiness. Now hurry up and get to it, I won’t have all day to clean human goo of the berth when we’re done.”

Soundwave engages his tentacles and drags the both of you closer together by the chains on your wrists so you’re both flush against each other.

“Open up big guy,” Knockout shoves Optimus forward so he is now hovering over top of you, He grunts as he lands on his forearms, which are now on either side of your head. You would be a flustered mess if this was a different scenario, but the guilty look in Optimus’s optics brings you pain.

Optimus reluctantly opens his interface panel, revealing a very large erect spike. Despite the situation, you couldn’t help but gawk, bio lights pulsing with energon on the sides. He can feel you staring and his face flushes a small tinge of blue.

“Your turn fleshy,” Knockout nods to Soundwave, allowing him to use one of his tentacles to rip the clothes of your body. You squirm as you feel the fabric being thrown off, now fully vulnerable. Soundwaves tentacles move to your thighs and pushes them up against your chest, “My, would you look at that Optimus? She is presenting to you, all ready for you to fuck her. How pathetic.”

Optimus is angered at the tone of language Knockout is speaking to you in, but he cannot deny that the sight of your body sends a wave of energon to his spike. Optimus looks into your eyes, but then looks away as he sees how embarrassed you are.

“I’m so sorry,” Optimus lines himself up to your pussy, breath hitching as he can already feel how hot you are, “Please forgive me.”

You scream out in agony as Optimus slowly pushes himself into you. Inch by inch you can feel yourself stretching over his tip. Optimus whispers soft reassurances into you ear as well as apologies whilst you adjust to the sheer size of his spike. He struggles to push himself to the hilt, however Megatron grabs hold of his hips and pushes him further into you. Optimus groans in pleasure, now fully engulfed in your heat.

“I would suggest that you move faster,” Megatron then places his canon at point blank to Optimus’s helm. Optimus winces, then complies as he drags his spike out of you, then thrusts back in your pussy. You whine and moan at the full feeling of his spike thrusting into you, face scrunched in pleasure. With tears in your eyes, you try to peer into his optics, but he refuses to look at you, his spark filled with shame.

“Optimus…” You moan, beginning to become undone. “Optimus, haAAH! Please… look at me.”

He reluctantly looks back at you, your forehead slick with sweat and bits of your hair sticking to it. You looked so raw and so beautiful, but he cannot hide his shame from you.

“Optimus,” He watched as you threw you head back, “I want you to... I want you to know that...”

You gasp as he presses a kiss to your lips, his thrusts getting sloppy, and his hips are quivering. You cry and whimper into the kiss as he pushes himself to the hilt deep inside you.

“Yes, Optimus. Ruin her, tell you how you feel won’t you?” Megatron smugly says. Knockout and Soundwave are also watching the whole thing play out in front of them, one is absolutely disgusted by the amount of human fluids dripping out of her and one is intently taking notes on your body’s reaction and the noises you make to being spiked.

Optimus pulls away from the kiss and bends down to the side of your head and whispers into your ear, attempting to keep his moans at bay, “Shhhh, it’s… it’s alright. I already know.”

The three Decepticons watch as Optimus’s overload takes over his systems, his helm buried next to your neck and hips flush against your own. They watch as you scream out as he pumps you full of his transfluids, he whispers soft nothings and comforting words for you as he lets you ride out your orgasm. When he is finished, his forearms are shaking from keeping himself from collapsing onto you, heavily venting.

“The human is surprisingly resilient,” Megatron hums, he looks to his two henchmen. “Keep them in here, further experimentation is required.”

Knockout groans out of disgust, “Of course, Lord Megatron. But next time do get someone else to clean up this mess, human body fluids are utterly repulsive.”

Megatron leans into Optimus’s audial receptors, a wicked grin on his dermas, “Please make yourself comfortable, you both will be here for a while.”

Optimus watches Megatron exit the room and hangs his head in defeat, he looks towards you. You were an absolute mess, but you give him a reassuring smile, thankful that you’re both not dead.

He heavily vents, leaning down to give you a gentle kiss on your cheek. You wrap your arms around his helm the best that you can with the chains still tight around your wrists.

“Optimus, I hope you know that I don’t hate you…” You stare into his optics, the blue hue completely covering your body in the now darkness, “Please don’t ever feel that way, I love you so much.”

Optimus’s spark is warmed at your confession, he closes his tear-filled optics and gently rests his helm against your head, “I love you too, but I failed in keeping you safe… from this moment on I will not rest until Megatron is dead. He will pay for what he has done.”

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F.A.Q

This is a Transformers Only blog. I will only write for Transformers.

I will write for Transformers Animated, Transformers Prime, Beast Wars, Cyberverse, MTMTE, and Lost Light.

I will be doing headcanons and scenarios.

I will write human or robot s/o. Autobot, Decepticon, or Neutral. Please specify if you want human or robot s/o and if you want headcanons or scenarios when sending in a request.

I will also do character x character requests. And I will also write for ships. If I get a request for a ship I'm not comfortable with, I won't write for it. I will write poly ships.

I will write for AUs. If I don’t know an AU that well, I won’t write for it.

I will write for Shattered Glass, Merformers, Snakeformers, Dragonformers, and Bugformers.

I will only write male reader, trans male reader, and gender neutral reader. I’m not comfortable writing female reader. So, male, trans male or gender neutral reader only.

I will write fluff, smut, and I will write for Yanderes.  I will also write for big, bad, Transformers like Overlord, The DJD, Tarantulas, etc. No angst. No pedophilia, incest, and bestiality.

Kinks are fine, but, if there is a request that make me uncomfortable, I won’t answer it and I will explain why.

If I don’t know a character that well, I won’t write for them.

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