#transformers x male reader

[fanged-fanfics]

Hi!! :D Could I request headcanons for Rodimus from transformers MTMTE x sweet Human!Male reader who supports and comforts him when he struggles with his insecurities??

☆ Fading Embers — Rodimus x Male Reader HCs ☆

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Rodimus wasn't one to show vulnerability, not when it really affected him. Sure he was glad to hear what members of the Lost Light had to say, but leaders aren't supposed to admit their own shortcomings. What kind of Prime would he be, if bots couldn't even rely on him to be strong?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Whenever anyone tried to ask about his state of being, it was easy for him to brush off those questions with a charming smile and little quip about anything else he could think of. Many tended to let him be detached, and he could keep everything in his own chassis

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You, however, became an exception. His precious little human who he kept safe from the, well, less than stable members of the crew. You became attuned to his feelings, and you could especially tell when he was lying. So, naturally, you'd prod a little when he seemed upset

ᯓᡣ𐭩 This lead to a few arguments, with Rodimus insisting that he didn't need the check-ins or your continued worry. But it was that exact attitude that left him stuck in his own processor, too stubborn to let anyone else in. And, to your surprise, one day he crumpled before you, leaning his big helm into your comparatively tiny hand as it all began spilling out of him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After that initial day, it became much easier for him to talk to you. He could speak on what was bothering him, specifically when you two were alone together and had the time to yourselves. He frequently mentioned thinking that he was putting too much on your shoulders, but you insisted he could rely on you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You two got caught in a bit of a loop, where he kept insisted you could come to him more so the support felt equal. You'd argued back that he was always worrying about you, and he needed to care for himself just as much. While this went back and forth, you both finally concluded that setting aside time where you both could vent in equal measure was best

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Rodimus became noticeably happier after he began venting to you regularly. To all the bots it looked about the same, but you could see how his smiles were brighter, his cheery enthusiasm now being more genuine

ᯓᡣ𐭩 In turn, Rodimus listens very intently when you tell him anything about yourself. He'll shamelessly interupt or shoo away anyone trying to cut you off, putting his full attention on you and supporting you in the same way you'd done for him

[herioclizard]

[It starts off with D-16, Orion Pax and Y/N L/N all sitting on chairs after getting into some trouble with the Iacon 15,00 race]

Orion Pax: So...how long you guys expect we'll have to wait here?

D-16: I'm not talking to you.

Y/N: That was the dumbest idea you could of ever pulled Orion.

Orion Pax: But you suggested it, Y/N.

Y/N: Still it's dumb.

[Suddenly Sentinel Prime comes in and says]

Sentinel Prime: Ah, welcome 'legends' how are you?

Y/N: How come your a dick in every universe?

[D-16 and Orion slowly turn to Y/N with wide as Arachnid just looks away]

Sentinel Prime: Excuse me?

Y/N: Like I just thought of this, how come in every other universe your a complete dick? Like in one universe you killed Ironhide.

Sentinel Prime: Who?

Y/N: And another you are a complete jackass to Orion in another universe and all that.

Sentinel Prime: Y/N...what the scrap are you talking about?

Y/N: I don't know, the author just has a deep hatred towards you and just wants to fuck with you.

Sentinel Prime: The who?!

[ablobwhowrites]

I have come back with more memes but it's m/n hanging out with the Decepticons and kinda helps him accept his vehicon self

When the Vehicons and m/n are having a sleepover

How agent Fowler found out be like:

Shockwave teaching vehicon m/n about Cybertron.

Tfp telling the other versions what happened to Vehicon m/n.

The aftermath:

(I love these memes, thank you for blessing me with them, also I'm putting all the stuff about this m/n under vehicon m/n tag, so that's how you'll be able to see some vehicon m/n stuff)

I love this and also how some people say that m/n should get a transformation mode and I was thinking like of him being a vehicon with flight mode (cause they are silly, I like them) also eventually m/n will be able to transform but it’s kinda hard for him to do it so he has to wait a bit before being able to become his plane or car mode.

Given the chance knockout or shockwave would tear apart Silas if they get their servo’s on him (let’s be honest everyone would do this) also sometimes m/n thinks of revenge and wanting to make Silas suffer, as the metal prison m/n is locked can be used as the guillotine of Silas’s own demise.

M/n likes to watch cartoons with bee, he still can’t go outside cause no vehicle mode to disguise himself but sometimes he does sneak out on top of the base if he can so he could and acree joins him sometimes just sitting there for a bit enjoying the peacefulness of the morning or night (they just chill like that, also m/n is extremely frightened by arachnid cause even if m/n is in a new body, bro is just a easier target for arachnid to take)

Vehicon m/n: “then I was put in this body, I can’t survive without it now”

Tfa y/n: “that’s rough buddy….wanna go play a racing game back at the base with me and bumblebee?”

Vehicon m/n: “yeah…”

Also a little thing agent fowler found out of m/n's disappearance cause him and m/n's parents are friends and promised to find him, fowler also was the one to help m/n see his parents again to know he was okay (mentally and some what physically no but still, bro is alive)

also very yandere transformer universe want and will kill Silas, also the vehicons go on shenanigans around the ship with m/n if they can and sometimes give m/n some of their energon stash and they would basically gossip with m/n about some stuff that's been or had happen in the past.

Vehicon M/n when Silas or arachnid isn't going to bother him anymore

The yandere's seeing Silas like

Do y’all know finding Frankie? That new horror parkour game? I wanna make yandere fic’s about it dude. Also just know I watched transformers one

[stickytrigger69]

ooo could we get a thing with subby tfp starscream being kind of a brat with a mech reader? i imagine his wings are sensitive, so reader rubs them while he teases his spike at screamer’s entrance, that kinda thing,,, throw a “good boy” in there too please? thank you!!!

TFP Starscream x Mech Reader

Mech reader

Submissive Starscream, Dominant Reader

NSFW, minors dni

(A/N) I accidentally posted before I even started, so I did start it but then my phone turned off and lost all of the fucking progress, I feel like that picture of pepe pulling at his eyelids. (yes I wrote it all while at work)

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"The audacity! How dare he!" Staracream grumbles, pacing back and forth like a caged mechanimal, "He can't do that to me, be that way with ME?! of all mechs on the ship." His small servos wave around in the air, the even smaller object in his servo makes you a little nervous. You've been watching him for the past 5 minutes, at the least, trying to make sure he doesn't hurt himself in the middle of his hissy fit.

"Darling?" You try getting his attention.

"I'm his most valuable, his second hand mech." He stomps past you, then turns on his heel to go back around.

"Darling, sweetspark." You speak softly and affectionately, you know hes frustrated so you're treading as lightly as possible.

"Ugghhh, it's not fair!!" He cries and turns to face you, throwing the object in your direction. Without thinking, you swat it away before it can touch you, and within seconds, you're standing in front of him, his wrist in your large servo. "Ah, let go of me!" He starts pulling against you, but you don't budge.

"No, you're misbehaving." You say simply, looking at him voidly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it at you, I'm just so-" He scrambles to apologize.

"Frustrated, I know darling, but," you grab his chin and make him look in your optics, "That's no excuse for your bad behavior. I think you need to be punished." You peck his derma gently. He shivers, and that's all you need to begin picking him up and pulling him flush to your frame. A deep kiss has him relax, and a smack to his faceplate alerts him again of the trouble he's in.

"But I..." You shush him, making him gasp and swallow his words.

"If you're a good boy, I'll be nice." You promise, which makes his optics sparkle almost. "Will you be a good boy for me?" He nods. "Then show me, baby." You set him down, and without another word or thought, he gets on his knees and prods gently at your panel until it opens. Your spike has begun to pressurize, but not completely, so when he starts touching you and licking and sucking and nipping at it, the brighter the biolights glow, and the bigger it pressurizes. You let him do his job until you hear his panel pop as well. "Alright, come here."

He stands in front of you for a deep kiss. You start fiddling with his wings, rubbing and circling the bumps and crevices, occasionally making him moan into your mouth. He grinds his hips forward, valve aching for your spike and dripping with sweet fluid. "Please." He pleads between a kiss

"Please, what baby boy?" You ask, tugging and pinching lightly at his sensitive wings.

With a moan, he answers breathlessly, "Frag me already, please, Daddy." He grinds his hips into the air again. With one thought in your processor, you lay him on the berth. His servos hold onto your neck, playing with the cables while you stare at him. Admiring your beautiful mate. With a servo on the side of his faceplate and the other on his wing, you start prodding the head of your spike at his entrance.

"You're so beautiful, my good boy." With a sweet kiss, you thrust fast and hard into his tight valve. He moans into the kiss again, this time louder. "Good boy." You sit up on your knees and look down at him. He already looks spent, but there's so much more ahead of him. Your left servo takes hold of his throat, and you start pounding unto his valve. He holds his legs up for you like you've taught him. "Such a good boy." You grunt and groan into the air. His valve is so tight and wet.

After a few hours of non-stop fragging, you sit at the edge of the berth, Starscream lying in the middle of it, sprawled out. Transfluid pooling out from his valve. You're reading more mission briefs. At least you had the chance to clear your processor before you had work to do. You stand, stretch, and sigh. You look down at your lover, so soft and sweet, misunderstood and mistreated. It makes your tanks churn and spark ignite.

Starscream wakes up to incessant pings. He sits up clean and refreshed, oh he needed that spike more than he thought, but the more he thinks, the more he wants. His panel pops open again, "Scrap!"

[kabr0ztrousers]

Hi! I’ve been working up my courage to make a request since your Day 36 post, and Day 40’s post gave me the push I needed so today’s the day I finally bite the bullet!

So, like, werewolf boyfriend. Reader and him are really committed and it wasn’t exactly planned to go down, especially not like this, but bf got a little excited during the heat of the moment and maybe accidentally turned reader into a werewolf like himself 👉👈

Also! Could I be 🌙 anon? I could also be 👉👈anon if 🌙 anon is taken lol/hj I just know I’ll eventually crawl back with more werewolf requests eventually so might as well ask orz

You can absolutely claim 🌙 anon! Better still you're jumping the queue by a couple of days seeing as this one looks like it'll need a bit less runup and today's another busy one in the day job

Kabr0z Writes episode 44: 'Neath a Pale Moon

Find the rest of the Kabr0z Writes anthology here!

CWs: creampie; pregnancy mention; feral penetrating human; transformation; biting; enthusiastic consent

A/N: The queue stands at 13 now, so if you want something written soonish then get it in now! Any request, idea, kink, or scenario you like, even the weird stuff!

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Nobody had followed you. You'd been careful to avoid the watch as you left the village, you'd even left your shoes at home to pad silently up the hill to the old oak where you always met.

He was waiting for you, a huge black shape in the ahadows. You approached slowly, hearing him sniff the air. He could smell you, you were sure, the still air carrying your scent to him. His hackles dropped, he knew you, no hunter or slayer. You were his mate before he turned, and you still loved him; in fact, the bestial form he now inhabited was even more alluring to you than when he was human. The thrill of it, there wasn't much left of the man you married all those years ago but the beast he became more than made up for it.

You stepped towards him, his body tense and ready for a fight. Your touch soothing him, gently stroking his fur. He relaxed under your hands, he recognised you. You were his, no matter what. You looked underneath him, his cock already starting to poke out from his sheath, dripping watery precum. You knew even his pre was more potent than any normal man's cum, crouching down under him and gripping the shaft behind his knot.

He started thrusting madly into your hand, still holding onto him, you saw the precum get thicker as it spurted out, pump after pump squirting onto the floor as you watched. You sealed your lips around his cock. The rich cum filled your mouth in moments. You swallowed it, feeling the hot semen coat your throat. You were already so wet and needy for him, the bestial form in front of you filling you with desire as you knelt down. Guiding him to your pussy was easy. He was used to taking you already. He thrusted hard against you, again trying to get the right angle. You helped the tip find you, rubbing your clit, feeling the wetness drooling from your cunt onto your fingers as you did.

He struck home.

Your tongue lolled out as he filled you, you hadn't even got the knot inside but he was thicker and stronger than any man in the village, and you'd fucked most of them. His thrusting wasn't slowing down. Again and again he pounded your slick cunt. Your moans rang out over the hill as he fucked into you, the constant stream of precum spurting out of him lubricating your hole, making each thrust of that huge cock feel better than the last.

His knot plopped into your cunt, aided by your slick fluids and the coating of pre covering your skin. You groaned as it swelled up inside, filling you and pressing against the most sensitive places inside you. Your clit was poking out, you rubbed the aching nub, eyes crossing and tongue lolling as you lost yourself to the shaking, quivering orgasm he gave you.

His teeth sunk into your flesh. Grabbing the scruff of your neck as he pumped rich, potent cum into you. The moonlight started to tingle on your skin.

Your bones lengthened, the growing pains making you yell out even as the orgasmic waves turned those yells to moans. Your leg joints cracked and reversed, the bone and muscle reorienting itself to a more canine configuration. You felt half a dozen new nipples form on your belly, the skin tingling and stretching as you grew small breasts underneath them. Your cunt started to burn too, the heat and need to be bred filling you.

You held him in as coarse fur covered you. You howled with him at the moon, even as your jaw cracked and shifted, teeth lengthening, sense of smell sharpening. The next howl was pained, cracking with your voice as your throat changed. The third was perfect. Loud and strong, fit to lead your pack. You could feel yourself ovulating, an ache and a need. You crossed your legs behind the wolf's back, the knot was held in place by your changed pussy, but you wanted to make sure.

You were going to have his cubs. Dozens of them. It's all you wanted.

Your howling mingled into the night as he stayed tied to you, cock pumping cum into you, flooding your womb, held tight by your cunt and legs.

You knew you weren't going to let him off breeding you just once tonight. You had a pack to build, and he's the only one you wanted to build it with

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Postscript: Apologies for any grammatical errors tonight, I'm several pints deep and running up to the deadline.

I very much enjoy werewolf smut, it's fun and normally ends in knotting. That said, I'm honour-bound to try to make any requests sent to me happen as long as they don't fall in the narrow will-not-write category. If your kink, idea, scenario or other such request doesn't violate that thin wedge, please tell me!

Commissions are free, and readily available, I won't judge you and am aiming to expand my literary comfort zone so even obscure fetishes are welcome. Hell, I only put clowns on the "no" list because I feel like the clown-fuckers deserve better.

Many thanks to everyone who's already sent a request, and to any who leave so much as a like. I love you all, and always aim to please.

Kabr0z, signing off

[smallestapplin]

Could I request a NSFW megatron x cybertronian reader. The reader is the ship's draftsman usually he works with brainstorm and preceptor and often reports back to rodimus but the one time they report to megatron, they come back to brainstorm with their brain fucked silly, their valve nice and full, and with their blueprints scrunched up and damaged.

:0!! Big brained anon lets go. Also I’m sorry if I read your ask wrong or just typos, so I went with a he/they reader if that’s okay! If not tell me and I’ll change it.

Warnings : Cybertronian reader referred with He/They pronouns, semi-public fucking, office fucking, cybertronian have both valves and spikes, reader gets called ‘good boy’ once. Percy and Brainstorm have implied feelings for you (this was by accident I swear)

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only please!

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Perceptor hums curiously, where on the ship are you? Surely it doesn’t take you this long to delivery blueprints and get the captains approval, right? You are a dutiful bot, you like staying on time and you’d usually send him or Brainstorm a message if things came up…speaking of.

The red bot looks over to his colleague, not at all surprised to find the teal bot oblivious to the world around him, it would be easy for him to miss anything.

“Brainstorm?”

Perceptor sighs watching the other bot strip was wires. 

“Brainstorm!”

“Huh? Oh, yeah?” Brainstorm blinks his optics rapidly, clearly having been so lost in his project.

“Our assisant has been gone a while, do you think we should comm him?” Perceptor looks to the time, noting you’ve been for nearly an hour.

Brainstorm waves him off with ‘pff’

“You worry too much, for all you know Rodimus is stalling and Ultra Magnus got off topic.”

“And Megatron?’

“Now why would they have to go to him for those blueprints? Ah…I guess he is also Captain, meh, our little draftsmech probably got to rambling, they’ll be back.”

Perceptor just hopes he’s right, trusting Megatron is still new, but surely he wouldn’t hurt or yell at you, you’re too sweet!

How you wish you could talk, to babble off nonsense that Megatron loves to hear so much, but he can’t risk anyone else hearing how fragged out you are in his office. your back strut arched perfectly for him.

Your optics roll back feeling Megatron’s large chassis pressing into you, your intake stuffed with two of his thick digits muffling your pitiful cries. He’s so big, almost too big for your valve to take, yet you take him like you were made for him. Transfluid from pervious overloads sliding down your legs and twitching spike, dripping to the floor below.

You are a stunning mess.

“As much as I’d love to hear your voice, you don’t want the others to hear just how good you’re taking my spike, do you?”

You sob around his digits, muttering something or trying too as your valve clenches down on him trying to milk him once more of his transfluid. Megatron doesn’t understand how Rodimus or Ultra Magnus do it, being able to sit there while you so passionately and excitedly explain the blueprints you worked on, and the plans for it.

Such a sparkle in your optics, he wanted you to come undone.

His engines purrs lowly as your servos claw at his desk.

“You’re making such a mess…frag…” he groans. His free servo on your hips keeping them up and arch to take all of his spike.

Your optics leaking lubricant as your frame is wracked with sensitivity. His spike slams so deeply into you, stretching you out and denting your metal just to make all of him fit! You’re gonna overload again—!!

Megatron curses under his harsh ex-vent, red optics burning brightly as he leans back watching your valve clench down around him, your own fluid gushing from around him, sending him into yet another climax himself.

His transfluid is so hot inside you, painting your insides pink. He pauses, savoring the warmth and closeness you two have in this moment with you warming his spike. Megatron slides his digits from your intake, letting you speak freely, or you would if your brain module wasn’t static.

Megatron chuckles, gazing tenderly at your fucked out expression, such a smart bot fragged so dumb over his desk. He almost wants to coo when you let out a broken whine, so pitifully too, sad he’s pulling his spike from your well loved puffy valve.

Once empty you fall limp across his desk, your frame trembling and twitching, he can’t help but find you so intoxicating. His servos gently rub across your back, slowly bringing you down from your high.

“Think you can stand?”

“Mm…gah…”

Megatron stifles a chuckle at your sounds, you’re just asking to get bent over again. He helps you steady yourself, your blueprints in your servos wrinkled and partially torn down the middle from your previous grip on them.

“Fix up those plans of yours and I’ll sign off on it, okay?”

You nod dumbly, legs shaking and threatening to give out from underneath you. Megatron smiles at you, placing a servo on your cheek to give you a gentle pet before letting you melt into his touch.

“Good boy. Now, you might want to head back before your coworkers get suspicious.”

Oh. My. Primus.

You forgot.

You forgot you needed to head back to the lab and help run some diagnostics, oh no-

“Right! Right I just….” You’re shaking so bad, your modesty paneling doing a horrible job keep all his thick transfluid inside.

But he doesn’t telling you that as you hobble out of his office, and back to the lab.

The cycle is almost over, surely no one is still in there. You can barely think, the only thing your foggy mind can think of his obeying Megatron’s order to get to the lab. Perceptor awakes from his near half stasis at the sound of the door sliding open and someone stumbling, it even catches Brainstrom’s attention.

Both sets of optics widen at the sight of you, drool still wet down your chin, optics glazed over with bite marks denting your neck cables. Down your legs is raw evidence of what possibly could’ve happened to you, with the transfluid staring brightly back at them.

Brainstorm is frozen in shock, completely blind to Perceptor rushing to your quaking form to help you sit down. Your words slurring, all he can manage to hear is ‘plans’ ‘made it’ ‘did..good.’

“Brainstorm don’t just sit there, bring them some energon!”

Perceptor helps clean you up, wiping away any coolant and spit from your face plate. His face burning when faced with the mess between your legs, he isn’t sure who or how this even happened but he will be raising several problems until he finds out.

Brainstorms coos softly at you, helping you drink the energon which you are swift to guzzle down, desperate for something to eat.

You could pass out right here and die one happy bot.

Though it’s hard to when Percy and Brainstorm are asking you so many questions, even arguing amongst each other.

[fallinashes]

Hello!! I was wondering if you could write a TFP Optimus with the human reader (any gender) where they flirt with Optimus around the bots and humans, I want to know how Fowler would react. Bonus if they make him blush so much that even Ratchet is embarrassed 😭

Once upon a time on the planet ✨Earth✨, you, a human, found yourself working closely with the Autobots, particularly with Optimus Prime. As you spent more time together, you couldn't help but be drawn to the stoic and noble leader.

One day, during a casual conversation among the bots and humans, you decided to playfully flirt with Optimus, hoping to see his reaction. As you dropped some subtle compliments and witty remarks, Optimus's normally composed demeanor faltered slightly, and a faint blush graced his metallic cheeks. Even the ever-serious Ratchet couldn't help but chuckle and shake his head, clearly taken aback by this rare display of emotion from the Autobot leader.

As the days went by, you continued to tease Optimus, and he found himself growing more accustomed to your playful banter. The other Autobots couldn't help but notice the change in Optimus's behavior whenever you were around. Bumblebee would give sly grins, Arcee would playfully nudge Optimus, and Bulkhead would offer words of encouragement.

Meanwhile, Agent Fowler, who often worked closely with the Autobots, couldn't quite believe what he was witnessing. He'd never seen Optimus act this way before, and it left him both amused and puzzled. He found himself blushing at the innocent flirtatious exchanges between you and Optimus, much to his embarrassment.

One day, when you had successfully made Optimus blush once again, Fowler couldn't contain his curiosity any longer and decided to confront Optimus about his newfound flustered state. Optimus, with a slight smile, simply replied, "I suppose being around our human friend has made me appreciate and understand emotions on a deeper level."

And so, your playful flirting with Optimus continued, creating an endearing dynamic among the Autobots and humans. The relationship between you and Optimus grew stronger, demonstrating that even in the midst of intergalactic battles, lighthearted moments and connections could be found. And though Agent Fowler was still occasionally caught off guard by your interactions, he came to accept and appreciate the unique bond you shared with the Autobot leader, adding a touch of warmth and humor to their epic adventures.

IM SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG ID BEEN ON HOLIDAY AND THIS HAS BEEN SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR AGES 😭😭

I also wanna say thanks for 23 followers y’all and I’m being serious I’ve never really got anywhere on tumblr the past times I made a blog 😭😭🫶🫶

[lone-wolf-nergiganos]

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[reallyromealone]

Megatron x android male reader

4 someone uwu

🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷☁️🩷

//SYSTEMS ONLINE//

//ACTIVATION COMPLETE//

(name)s eyes opened as he looked around to see a pristine lab with people in coats looking at him fascinated "we did it..." A man said gently touching (name)s artificial skin "hello, it's a pleasure to meet you" (name) said politely as his hands rested in his lap "how many I be of assistance?" (Name) asked the scientists who took notes.

"You're going to change the world" (name) looked at them with a programmed joyful expression.

(Name) never expected himself to abandon his creator's.

But.. he couldn't stop himself.

He wasn't going to be some puppet for their crimes.

He refused.

He didn't know when he obtained his own sense of self, his own conscience but... He found he enjoyed it.

"Hello" (name) said with a soft smile to the large entity who resided in the shadows of the cave "leave" the mechanical being hissed "are you alright? I am programmed with welding abilities" (name) said with a kind smile and the fellow....android? (Name) wasn't sure, glared "what could a human possibly provide?"

"I'm not human, I was made by Cyberlife to assist humans..." (Name) said softly and the being glared "I didn't want to be their slave"

"I'm (name)!" (Name) introduced politely with a little bow "what's yours?" He asked while he dragged the others arm "Lord Megatron" the other known as Megatron said lowly with a resting glare on the tiny android "that's a very lovely name! I never thought I would meet someone like me!"

"We are nothing alike"

"How so?"

"You are a weak creation made by humans"

"I'm not weak though! I am combat ready!" (Name) said with pep and Megatron looked unimpressed as the android repaired him "I was built to assist in a war that I don't wish to be a part of, I don't desire to assist humans who see me as nothing more than a weapon"

Megatron watched the android curiously as he repaired him.

"I think you should be fine now" (name) said hopping down "I'm glad I could assist one of my own, even if I'm man made" (name) said to Megatron who looked at him "though I do require sunlight to recharge, would you like to join me?"

Megatron decided to keep the tiny android, he doesn't know why as most things he treated like nothing more than white noise but the tiny android was entertaining "your legs are small" Megatron grumbled lifting (name) and setting him on his shoulder, the android grinning ear to ear.

"Thank you! That's very lovely of you"

"Quiet"

(Name) was like Megatron's shadow, following him happily and though the Decepticon didn't particularly care for them, he let the android tell him one of his many programmed jokes.

No one dared comment about the android, nor the fact that Megatron was soft for the android and let him get away with anything he desired.

Sadly the alien and android were far too dense to understand that they were infatuated with one another.

[beestriker015]

Arcee x male Autobot s/o

Arcee and s/o were always close during the war on Cybertron, so imagine her surprise at seeing the male Autobot on Earth after what feels like a lifetime.

“S/o? H-how can you be here? Everyone thought you were taken offline.”

Her optics wide from shock as she says this while looking at him.

“My termination was greatly exaggerated. While I was severely injured during the last battle I took part in, my spark held on as I was fortunate to have been found by Ultra Magnus and taken to get repaired. When I caught word that you were here on this planet, I knew I had to come help you and the others fight against Megatron and the other Decepticons. I missed you a lot Arcee.”

After s/o finishes speaking, Arcee does something that shocks the other Autobots and their human companions.

She embraces him tightly.

“I’m glad you’re here s/o, and I missed you too.”

He is at first caught off guard by Arcee’s sudden hug, but then quickly returns her embrace with a warm smile present on his face.

Their heartfelt reunion is interrupted by Optimus Prime, who approaches s/o with a stoic expression.

“Welcome to Earth s/o, I’m pleased to see you alive and well. I believe I speak for your fellow Autobots when I say we’d love to have you join us.”

He offers s/o a hand, who turns to look at Arcee for a brief moment before accepting it with a smile.

“I would be honored Optimus.”

The Autobot leader smiles at this and shakes s/o’s hand.

“Glad to hear it. Once again s/o, welcome to planet Earth.”

With that, s/o has joined the ranks of Optimus’ Autobots.

Due to being out of the loop for so long, s/o had to be caught up on everything that has happened on Earth between the two Cybertronian factions, including the unfortunate demise of his close friend Cliffjumper.

“N-no, I refuse to believe it! Cliff can’t be gone!”

“I know how you feel s/o, it still hurts for me to think about.”

Arcee says as she tries comforting her heartbroken friend.

“Who? Who is responsible for Cliff’s death?”

S/o asks with anger in his voice.

Upon learning from her that it was Starscream, s/o vows to get revenge on him.

“The next time I see that piece of scrap, I will make him pay for what he did to Cliff! Screamer’s days are numbered!”

(Aboard the Nemesis, Starscream suddenly feels a cold chill run down his back and he doesn’t know why.)

On a lighter note, Arcee introduced s/o to her human partner Jack, with whom he quickly became friends with.

“I imagine being in this base for so long can get pretty boring sometimes, so how about I take you out for a quick joyride Jack?”

He asks, wanting to bond with the human his close friend is the guardian of.

“Really? That’d be awesome s/o!”

Unfortunately for them, Arcee shoots down s/o’s idea.

“No, you two are staying here as per Optimus’ orders!”

She tells the two in a stern almost motherly tone as they both sigh in disappointment, causing her to shake her head.

“Dear Primus, I swear you both are becoming way too like-minded.”

She says in mild amusement, secretly relieved that Jack and s/o get along so well.

Not much time has passed since s/o’s arrival and it’s pretty clear to everyone that he and Arcee have romantic feelings for each other, though neither of them would admit it.

Thanks to some encouragement from the others (specifically Miko and Smokescreen), the two bots decided to finally reveal their feelings for the other.

Surprisingly, Arcee is the first to confess.

“Hey s/o, there’s….something important I want to tell you.”

“What is it Arcee?”

Taking a moment of silence to figure out just what she’s gonna say, the blue fembot looks at s/o and begins speaking.

“When I thought you were offline, it was like a part of my spark perished with you, but it became whole again the moment I saw you here and still online. What I’m trying to say is….I love you s/o.”

If an Autobot were capable of blushing, then s/o would definitely be completely flustered after hearing this.

“Arcee, I love you too. The two of us have had a strong bond for as long as I can remember, and the thing that kept my spark from extinguishing was the terrifying thought of never seeing you again. You are my reason for living Arcee, and I love you more than Cybertron itself.”

The fembot responds to s/o’s own confession by pulling him into a kiss that he quickly melts into, both completely unaware that their friends and teammates are secretly watching them, all happy that the two are finally together.

As a couple, s/o and Arcee always have each other’s backs during missions, just like they did back on Cybertron.

“You know what this reminds me of Arcee? That one time we were surrounded by Vehicons during a recon mission.”

“I remember, but now really isn’t the time to be getting nostalgic s/o!”

She says while shooting down several Insecticons flying towards the two.

“Right, sorry.”

He chuckles before taking down a few as well.

If one of them were to get injured, the Decepticon responsible would face the wrath of the other and after that, they would stay right by their lover’s side the entire time Ratchet repairs them.

Due to their circumstances, neither has any reason to get jealous, but protectiveness is another story, especially with Arcee.

Having suffered the loss of both Tailgate and Cliffjumper, Arcee will not allow any harm to come to s/o, and will offline any Decepticon (mostly Vehicons) foolish enough to try.

As mentioned earlier, s/o will be ruthless in battle whenever Starscream is involved out of sheer hatred for the death of his friend.

“Starscream! I will tear out your spark with my bare hands!”

“K-keep away from me you deranged Autobot!”

The slim Decepticon manages to somehow escape justice every time, resulting in Arcee having to calm s/o down.

“Don’t worry s/o. There’s always next time. One way or another, he will pay for his crimes.”

“You’re right Arcee, but I still wanna rip that coward’s wings off!”

“I know you do s/o, I do too.”

Downtime is rare and never tends to last long, but Arcee and s/o spend it together in the base while taking part in what the humans refer to as “cuddling”.

“This is nice.”

“Yeah, I could get used to this…cuddling, especially when it’s with you Arcee.”

He says with his arms wrapped around her as she rests her head on his chest.

“I feel the same way s/o.”

She tells him with a content smile on her face.

Once Unicron has been defeated and Megatron ends the Decepticon cause, it is now time for the Autobots to return to their homeworld.

After sharing a heartfelt goodbye with Jack and the other humans, s/o and Arcee walk through the space bridge leading back to Cybertron.

“This is bittersweet isn’t it Arcee? I’m glad we finally ended the war, but I’m really gonna miss Earth.”

He looks down as Arcee puts a hand on his shoulder.

“I will too s/o, but who’s to say that this goodbye is forever?”

“Fair point I guess. So, what do we do now?”

“I don’t know, but as long as you’re by my side, I’m ready to face whatever the future holds. I love you s/o.

He kisses her softly while placing his hands on her hips.

“I love you too Arcee.”

With the complete restoration of Cybertron and the threat of Megatron gone, the pair of Autobot lovers look forward to what lies ahead for both them and their planet.

[mlm-writer]

If I Should Become a Stranger (Smokescreen x GN!Reader)

Pairing: Smokescreen (TFP ver.) x Human!Gender Neutral!Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 1608 POV: Second Summary: Smokescreen left you over a decade ago to rebuild Cybertron and until today, you had not heard from him since. Note: Read a Transformers novel and then it really dawned on me how beings with such a long life span must view time differently. So this fic explores that a little. Inspired by this song. Tags: angst, hurt no comfort (for smokey tbh), breakup from Smokescreen’s POV and song fic. 

Humans would argue that in war, there was nothing as precious as love. In war, one should hug one's friends more often, hold one's family tighter and kiss one's lover longer. Such was the philosophy of men; cherish what you have now you have it. It was quite befitting to a race with such short lives. Cybertronian's however…

Even in war, many acted like life would never end. There was plenty of time to fight one's friends. There was even more time to find it in you to mend things, patch up the wounds you created together. Even when friends started to lose the light in their optics, when the streets started to fill with the husks of neighbours, when tomorrow was more a wish than a promise, even then, Cybertronians were often found doing anything but cherishing the moment. 

Smokescreen was no different. Sure, he was impatient and young by comparison, but even to him, everything seemed to be able to wait, 'fore there will be a later. Hence why he had no reservations about going to Cybertron to rebuild. Hence why he could look upon his human lover with a smile as bright as the full moon on a clear night, while saying his goodbyes. "I'll see you soon," he had said while swaggering backwards into the space bridge. You had believed him as much as you had loved him back then.  

"Hey Ratchet, any messages for me?" You asked as you always did when visiting the medic at the old base. Ratchet looked down at you with those same sorry optics. He didn't need to say anything, but he always gave you the courtesy of an answer. 

"I'm sorry, there has been no communication for you," he spoke evenly, trying to keep the pity out of his voice. It was always like that. At first you stopped by every few days, then weekly, monthly, every few months… at some point you forgot to go altogether. You moved for work, so it was suddenly a whole journey to come visit. You got fired from that job, then you got a new job. You fell in love, got your heart broken, broke a limb, healed both and what else? It was just life - life without sentient alien robots, explosions and secret government missions. 

It almost seemed like it had all been a dream. You had almost forgotten about all the adventures of your youth, were it not for that scar on your arm you got from a brief brush with Soundwave at the satellite array. That was just the start, but somehow you made it through several threats to the planet fairly unscathed. That scar on your arm was the only big reminder you had of those days aside from the pictures stuffed in a box in your garage, somewhere on a shelf that was too high for you to reach without a chair to stand on. 

You were about to drive back from work to that garage when you caught sight of a familiar car in the parking lot. The colours were not as you remembered them, but it was strange to see a sports car like this at an office like yours. You stared at the vehicle for a long time and then sighed, before opening the driver's door to your car. However, as soon as you opened the door, the sports car you had been staring at earlier flashed its lights and started honking. You squinted your eyes and closed the door again. 

You locked your car and walked over to the other car that was making a ruckus. As soon as you approached, it quieted down and the driver’s door opened on its own. Against your best judgement, you got in. When you sat down, the seat belt wrapped itself around you and the engine revved to life. “Missed me?” A familiar voice came from the radio as the car drove out of the parking lot to God-knows-where. However, hearing that voice, you felt no fear, no worries, just a deep-seated resentment that had been dormant for many years. 

“Smokescreen,”  you greeted your ride with a tight voice. Said Autobot made a joke about how you simply could not forget him. It only angered you more. You had forgotten, mostly, until now. After that greeting, the air chilled down and not a word was exchanged, until Smokescreen pulled up at the side of an abandoned road. There used to be a factory at the end of it, but since the building had been decommissioned, no one used the road anymore; it was leading to virtually nowhere nowadays. 

The seat belt unfastened and you got out. When your shoes hit the dusty ground, the vehicle transformed into a shape that you used to know. You marvelled at his size as if it was the first time you witnessed his transformation. Cybertronians did not age, but that young face you used to know seemed more mature anyway. There was something about his gaze that got more intense, more serious. There was a slouch in his posture that was the telltale weight of responsibilities befitting an adult. 

Smokescreen whispered your name after a while of quiet staring. “Why are you here?” You inquired as a response. Hurt was evident on his face, but you thought it was a valid question. For over a decade, there was radio silence. Why would he be here if not for another danger looming over your planet? 

Smokescreen let out a scoff. “To see you of course!” He beamed in spite of everything. It was your turn to scoff as you crossed your arms. Your ex looked you over and then, very intelligently, said: “You’ve become bigger! That’s really cool! I forgot humans could do that… Want to go to the drive-in theatre today?” 

You sighed and turned to walk back to your car. It was gonna be a long walk, but you were stubborn and too prideful to tell him to drive you back. “There are no drive-in theatres in this area..” 

You barely got a few steps away when Smokescreen yelled from behind you. “I should have left you a message! I’m sorry!” You kept walking, tears prickling in your eyes. “I forgot!” He added as if it was a valid excuse. 

“Well, I forgot who you are!” You yelled over your shoulder, speeding up your walking. You heard your ex transform behind you and like a bad movie, he started driving next to you. All that was missing was pouring rain, but the sky was so clear, you could see the many constellations gradually making themselves known. 

He was driving with the door closest to you open, trying to get you to get in. “Come on! It has not been that long! I admit I have changed a little, but I’m still me, your Smokey…” You tried to block his voice out, stubbornly trudging on down the abandoned road. “I came back, because I started talking about you so much, Arcee practically shoved me into the space bridge to shut me up. It’s been like my processors always circle back to you.” He swerved and came to a halt right in front of you, forcing you to stop walking. “I told you I would see you soon…” 

You took a deep breath, ensuring that whatever you said next would be spoken in a normal, even tone. Smokescreen reverted back to bot mode, looking at you with pleading optics that could once pull your heartstrings. However, those times were long behind you. “Smokescreen,” you started like you were lecturing a child, “it has been like what? A decade and some? That may not be a long time for you, but I am human. A decade right now is about a third of my life. You made me wait a third of my life. Does that sink in with you?” 

Smokescreen seemed to shrink, pinned under your intense gaze. “I’m sorry,” he muttered eventually. His servos clenched and unclenched. You could see his processors working overtime, just to formulate a response. “I guess you’re right. Cybertron has become quite lively. I proved myself a leader. I made a lot of new friends… Maybe it is a long time…” For someone with a seemingly endless supply of RAM, he was awfully slowly putting the events of the past decade in perspective. His voice trailed off after every sentence. Eventually he just whispered one last thing. “A third…” 

You pitied him. You had enough time to mend the heart he broke many years ago. To him, however, he came back like he said, just to find what he left behind to no longer exist. Without a word he transformed into his alt mode. “I’ll take you back,” he stated. You did not resist this time and got in. 

The drive back was quiet. You did not speak. He did not speak. Only white noise filled the spaces between one heavy spark and only a slightly lighter heart. He drove you back to the parking lot where you had your car. You were about to get out when you heard his voice one last time. “For what it is worth, let me just say: I love you. You’re the best thing I ever had.” 

In spite of him being a stranger from the past, your heart ached. “Your life is long. You’ll love again. Don’t worry.” You patted the steering wheel and then got out. You did not look back and by the time you sat in your car, your car was the only one in the parking lot with the lights on.

[herioclizard]

[Sentinel Prime stares at the miners as he tries to explain himself]

Sentinel Prime: I don't hate miners. I just think their lower beings I don't think their important at all.

Y/N: Yeah, that means you hate us all. You look don't at us!

Sentinel Prime: Of course I have to look down at you. YOU'RE SHORT AS SHIT!!! If you have any more questions, I'd love to answer them.

[ablobwhowrites]

Still in my transformers brain rot and thinking about transformers but with a y/n cybertronian researcher who loves to learn about new species and gets so happy about learning about humans cause they/he never saw one before and wants to know every single detail of human history and humans today. Bro gets over excited when they/he finds out about dinosaurs existed in the planet but doesn't know they are extinct (y/n got to excited and wanted to find one but ends up finding out they are now just fossils. But doesn't stop bro from documenting it in their/his data pad) plus I like to think you love to yap about certain topics they have documented in the past (they/he has been yapping about a the different kind of astroids for 10 hours now) and think of them/him being a absolutely nerd about new things to learn to the point bro is taking in to much knowledge for anyone to know.

Plus Im working on some dandys world stuff and some other things I'm working on and going to release soon so look out for that and plus I'm still doing yandere transformers cause I still love transformers.

(also I'm thinking about just not doing the m/n name for fics and change it to male y/n so it's more convenient and maybe more helpful for me to write but I don't know. I might do it for the next fic, shitpost or head canon stuff so yeah but let me know your opinion on it but that's all. Also hope you like the new y/n cause they/he is very silly but anyways see y'all later and stay healthy.)

[yandere-wishes]

⚙︎ Just same quick Yandere Transformers One thoughts

Imagine Sentinal Prime taking you as his darling. It's so easy for him to make you disappear, to erase you from a semi-functional world. He snaps his fingers and you're kneeling before him, optics wide in fear, servos bound behind you. All Cybertron runs through his digits, and you little girl should be utterly honored to have caught his optic.

He colors you in the richest of paints, upgrades you with the newest enhancements in all of Cybertron.

Reconstructed as the perfect doll, sitting pretty in his lap as his golden wings gently caress your back. Maybe if you're particularly feisty, rebellious, and tenacious he'll even remove your T-cog. Making you watch as he crushes your metallic organ in his fist.

"Don't forget your place, my dear. Don't make me remind you again"

Sentinal always has you propped up pretty on his lap. Trailing his fingers over your arms and thighs. Half-heartedly tracing stars and swirls as he's forced to listen to Cybertron's newest developments and his latest orders. The senate's conversations are unfiltered, they peel away the senator's golden facades leaving only the monstrous truth. Sentinel especially is the wickedest of all. Diabolic traitor playing king-prophet. You fight the urge to sink your teeth into him, biting and ridding until only scrap remains...

But the truth is too brittle. You have no power, no strength compared to him. And you're too terrified of Sentinal's punishments to step out of line.

Sometimes when the conversations get too grotesque to drown out, your desperate optics weave to an open window, peering helplessly at a world that's forgotten you. It's usually Senital's cold lips that melt away the melancholy trance. Reawaking you into your nightmare...

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Imagine D-16 finding you as he's defeating Sentinal. You look so bruised and battered, so broken. Maybe he knew you once, a transformer who was always sweet and kind to the miners. Maybe it's the look of utter despair and hopelessness in your optics that catches his attention. Almost like a mirror of his pain. His servos itch to wrap around your neck, to crush wires and circuits, to eliminate anything that Sentinal has ever held dear.

But he can't...

His broken spark screams in pity. You're just another helpless bot trapped in Sentinel's web of deceit. He saves you for himself, a shivered war prize he's convinced he can fix. He makes plans to seek out Solus Prime's T-cog to lay within your chest. He wonders if Megatronus would approve.

But it doesn't end that way now, does it?

Destiny is too cruel for such fragile hopes.

⛧°。 ⋆༺★༻⋆。 °⛧

Alternatively, Maybe Orian is the one to find you, sacred confused, and utterly alone. He's so eager to lend a helping hand. Wanting so badly to wrap you in his arms, to give you warmth and hope. He plucks you away from Sentinal's tarnished castle. Pulling you away into a life that tastest of saccharine daydreams and sugar-laced optimism.

And Orian -or rather Optimus- is perfect, sweet and loving, and hopeful...

But he's also tasted loss and duplicity. Bitter truths leading to his jaded obsession. He's so careful with you always having a servo on your hip, always listening to every conversation. He can't have this fragile world hurt you again. He needs to protect you from everything at every cost.

Sometimes when your body is curled next to him recharging peacefully. He'll reminisce about the other Primes, wonder if they've ever felt such a love that bites so sharply at the spark. He wonders if he can really make Cybertron the perfect world for you...

[kabr0ztrousers]

Kabr0z Writes Episode 9: Farm Work

Find the rest of the stories here!

CWs: Noncon; kidnap; lactation play; transformation; restraints; corruption; forced impregnation; forced tf; bondage; probably a dozen things I've missed

Author's note: I'm really not kidding when I say you can help by giving me ideas! Want me to write about something? Drop me an ask or a DM! I'll probably get around to it in the next 350+ days!

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Maybe you stayed out a little late? Maybe you were in the wrong place at the wrong time? All you know is you got jumped.

It was on the way home after work, you hadn't noticed them get off the train behind you, hadn't heard them gaining on you. You only noticed them when the chemical-smelling rag was pressed against your face, and the world went dark.

You woke up already naked and sweaty. Your arms were bound down your back, forcing your chest to push out, showing off your tits in the half-light. You could hear shouting in the next room, then everyone went quiet quiet as a voice called out 

"Next is lot 35, female, mid 20's, recently acquired"

They pushed you forwards and you stumbled, your ankles tied so you could only take small, hobbling steps, your bare feet numb on the cold concrete floor.

You emerged through the door into a spotlight. Blinking against the light you could see the room was full of people but you couldn't see any faces. 

Everyone could see you, bare, glistening, unable to cover yourself. You cowered away from their gaze, and yelped when a man hit you across the buttocks with a cane.

The auctioneer started the bidding, calling out numbers and taking bids faster than your addled, panicking brain could follow them. All the while, the man with the cane was watching. If you slouched? Whack. If you looked down? Whack. If you tried to hide any part of you? Whack.

The gavel went down. You're not sure how much you sold for. You were led off into another room, then into the back of a van.

You weren't sure how long you were in there, gradually coming down from whatever they used to knock you out. When they opened the doors you were somewhere else.

A large man, bald and scarred, manhandled you up and tightened a collar around your neck. He attached a long pole to it and started to manoeuvre you out. You were pulled through a maze of corridors, into a room with dozens of other women restrained to the floor and groaning. A smaller man waited, dressed in riding gear and carrying a crop.

"Ah, the new arrival." He pulled out a torch and examined you by the light, prodding and poking, feeling your tits and forcing open your mouth to see inside "All her own teeth, reasonable build, looks perfectly adequate. Get her settled." He left the room by the door you came in. 

The large man pushed you to a space between two other women and attached your collar to the floor with a short length of chain before going behind you and connecting your ankles to the floor. 

You were stuck there, knelt down with your naked ass in the air, face inches from the floor. 

That's when you heard it. Something was being led up behind you. Something huge and snarling. You could feel it's breath on your behind as it got to you. It was smelling you. Then it was upon you. 

It was heavy on your back, driving your face and chest into the floor as it thrust it's cock over your ass. It felt huge on your back, already oozing fluids. You cried out as it found its mark and started pressing against your pussy. It slid off again and again as it thrust madly, over and under you, until it didn't.

The pain almost made you black out. It was bigger than anything you'd had down there, and it wasn't letting up. Again and again it pounded into you until you couldn't see for tears and your screams turned to hoarse whispers.

Only then did it slow. One. Two. Three last mighty pumps into your quivering, punished pussy before it held in its throbbing cock. How breath on the back of your neck, stale and damp. You could feel the cum filling you up, pooling in your womb. It pulled out, your pose stopping any from spilling out despite your loosened hole. Whatever it was was being pulled away from you. Drawn sullenly back to wherever it was kept. 

You didn't move for the rest of the day. Not that you had much choice.

You woke to a bowl in front of you, filled with a tasteless beige slop. You tried not to eat, the food making your stomach turn. You weren't given a choice. You had your face pushed down into it, forced to eat just to make enough space to breathe.

This continued for weeks.

You thought it was just the food at first, making you sick when you woke up. Then you realised you hadn't had a period yet. Then you felt yourself start to grow. Your belly and your tits both getting larger. You couldn't not notice it. They couldn't either.

You woke to someone hefting your tits. They were manhandling them into plastic cups, suctioned on around your growing nipples. Then they turned the machine on.

You groaned. The machine was suckling you. Gently pulsing the suction up and down to start milking your tits. It lasted for hours. Days. Eventually you felt yourself starting to give milk, you saw it flowing down the tubes leading from your body. 

The food changed. It wasn't just flavourless any more. Now there was something different about it, something strange that made your tits and clit tingle and throb. 

It didn't stop. All day and all night the machine would pump out milk, more and more as the drugs and your own body did their work. You felt something else as well. Your clit kept tingling and buzzing, the drugs and the unending stimulation keeping you on edge, always ready to orgasm at any moment. But the moment never came.

The handlers don't touch you now. You hadn't had the creature since the first night. You're nothing but a whimpering cow, mooing and braying on the machines.

Until you aren't.

The handlers are taking notice of you again. You're hearing them talking about you. You're almost ready. 

You wake to someone behind you. You wiggle your ass to get some attention, and feel something strange between your thighs. Your clit feels big and hard against your legs. It must be at least an inch long after all the drugs and the edging. You feel it. Another tube suctioned over your clit. You hear a button clicking on the machine milking you. The cup on your clit starts pulsing in time with the others.

It's too much.

You cum immediately, the orgasm causing your swollen pussy to contract and throb, begging to be filled with something, anything. You moaned and begged for the man behind you to just fuck you already, you didn't care any more, you just wanted him inside you. 

He walked away. 

You don't know how long the orgasm lasts. By the time you can think straight again you're face down in a puddle of drool, your hips still bucking in time with the suckling on your tits and your swollen clit.

The strange taste is still in your food. It feels like every few days your tits grow another size, your clit another inch. 

Then it happens. You can feel something welling up from within you, pulsing through you. It feels like something is travelling up the length of your distended clit, coming closer and closer until inch by tortuous inch it starts.

You cum. Your pussy cleanches and squirts, your body convulses and you thrust your hips forward reflexively.

You can feel something coming out of your clit. Thick, hot cum is flowing out of you in a steady stream, each pulse makes you cry out in ecstasy. 

The drugs, the humiliating position you'd been stuck in for months, the beast growing in your belly, all forgotten.

This is all you want. To kneel here. To be milked for everything you have. To be knocked back up whenever you finally give birth to whatever it is in your belly.

You won't leave here, not for anything

[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request optimus prime HCs from Transformers One with a Cybertronian![S/O] [male] [Romantic] who is like Viktor from the Arcane series? like an incredible inventor

☆ To Build Up From Ash — Optimus Prime x Male Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your wit was exactly what Optimus needed now that he was rebuilding Iacon. He needed thinkers, bots who could make something of the rubble and fragments of what was once home

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Your seriousness and dedication to your craft is what drew him to you. You were a hard worker, and you gave him peace of mind now that he knew he had someone so capable working with him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 But, as he comes to discover, it's not just work that you have going for you. You have wit, sharp humor hidden behind clever words that he can't always get, but it makes his spark buzz in his chassis just seeing you smirk or chuckle

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He almost felt dumb around you. Not only because you displayed such efficiency, but because of how your very presence made him lose the act of that put-together maturity he tried to put up

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He slips into some of his old habits when around you. He can't help but battle your wit with his own, snarking playfully in response to your little comments as an attempt to flirt

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He once slipped up and openly called you handsome. To cover up for it, he began calling you that regularly, pretending it's in a sarcastic manner

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Primus forbid anyone hears him talk about you, they'll be stuck there for hours hearing him talk about how smart you are and how much your inventions are already helping the cause

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He likes to rest his chin on your helm or shoulder whenever you're working, commenting about how boring all the work looks while refusing to let you pull an all-nighter alone