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Dude this is like when somebody discovers milk from cow's 🤣🤣🤣

STOPP WHY ARE YOU ACTUALLY RIGHT NONNIE 😭 The autobots when they realise they can win the war if they ate your possay </3

I had a thought process of this, you mentioned food, I thought of hunger and then boom hungry Optimus discovering your 'milk' for the first time hehe

🔞 Optimus x Reader under the cut! Fem bits 🔞

(MDNI I WILL CRY) 662 words

Optimus' flat servos tugged your thighs gently to close that gap between you both, as if he was scared you changed his mind. Recalls how you said you didn't mind when he requested this. Yet, you yourself seem nervous.

"My spark, You have all the right to say no." Optimus leans closer and kisses the sides of your hips. Running his servos all around that pliant skin. He understands completely. This feels wrong to his spark too. Using your valve just to fill his tanks. Maybe the low energon in him is finally making his processor do funny tricks on him.

"I'm fine." You tell him, giving the sweetest smile you could muster to assure him. "Just a tad bit nervous." You do want this but with your legs around his face- expression so sincere and kind yet at the same time so sinful and fearing that denying him this intimacy might just kill this hunk of metal. To have him at your knees like this. It just sends jitters all over your body.

"Please." you rasp. "I want you." That voice of yours is enough for him. It makes his pipes heat up and spike pressurize. Primus help him.

"There's no need to rush. I'm here, sweetspark. All for you."

Despite that he wants nothing more than his sweetspark to be comfortable. For your sake, he starts slow. Messaging his pads into the sides of your thighs in lazy circles. That curious thought comes back. Why does your arousal feel so tempting to consume? Ever so grateful that you even agreed to indulge this degeneracy. Not even flinching at him or judging him. A relief to know this is somewhat attractive to you too.

Kneeled in front of you he starts with just a few kisses to your lower body. An attempt to slow himself. To control himself even in the face of that leaking valve. Looks back at your face. Mouth agape and eyes glassy. Optimus sighs. Like a prayer before indulging.

You can feel something cold slide against your slick. A moment without it almost feels like he changed his mind. Then Optimus is back on your cunt again, bobbing and sucking in way that makes you buck into his face. Not at all expecting the change of pace in such short amount of time. Gradually getting more and more intense, the top of his tongue occasionally sliding against your clit.

He might've found something akin to a circuit booster. So fulfilling and addicting. Indulging into your insides. He holds you down just to keep you from squirming. Oh sweet thing, he feels so greedy taking this from you and have the audacity to go for more. Every faint whimper egging him on. He doesn't know what he's doing but by Primus is he hungry for more.

Between his sucking, he praises you. Being so patient with him. Letting his guard down and giving him a chance to spoil himself just this one night. Your fluid is better than whatever energon could make. He's never had this luxury in a long time. When was the last time he felt such flavors. The last time he felt so full. Your transfluid is blessing blooming in the face of calamity that never seems to end. Your thighs squeezing doing nothing to stop him from taking more. Cries of pleasure with his name on your tongue.

Sweet Primus, now he can't tell if he's thanking you or Primus. Optimus slurring between his lover's language and cybertronian.

You never heard him whimper and groan like that but it vibrates to your cunt.  At this point, time slips  like nothing as Optimus ravishes into you, sending you to edge and back again. Over and over.

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pervert idea: cum that tastes like energon to cybertronians (and could be an undiscovered type of energon?!) and before you scream at me- walk with me.

this all incredibly self indulgent- there's really no scientific explaination of this. a lady needs to be pervert to get by in life.

imagine your banging it with your robot-lover (or qpr heh) and finally climaxing. basking in the afterglow together when suddenly their olfactory goes off.

'whats that smell?' a thought they know to keep to themselves. looking around to find it then to finally look down to where you both connect, HUD with sensors detecting energon nearby. concluding; is your transfluid making their olfactory sensors go off..???

some bots might deny it thinking its just the lusty haze messing with their own processer or some might even get freaked out at this thought (imagine smelling genuine food from your lovers cum?! like woah what am i that hungry??)

in the end they'll ask you when you two do it again- to tempting to just ignore it. try to circle around the subject so they dont embrass you. (or more unhinged bots just asks immediately without shame) whatever ends up happening, you two decide to try to prove it.

never really have ate someones valve out. just not at all common in the cybertronian interfacing scene. some hesitant stares and eventually one small taste and your bot goes 'woah! this rocks!' and turn mad eating you out. becacuse one is never really enough. even if its sloppy and messiest you've been sucked- you can feel how deep their intake is, trying to crawl themselves in just to get more and more out of you- tongue and all. to them it's more than just energon- maybe even closer to ambrosia. sucking for joors and almost leaving marks into your thighs- until you can't think.

or maybe there could be more silly shenanigans behind this. for example brainstorm clapping his servos together and going 'how do i make you cum a whole bottle for testing' 'what.' in the end, you become renowned and respected for saving their planet from energon famine. there's lots of possibilities behind this.

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hellooo loveliess!! i want your 🫵 help with picking another mini fic to focus on!! all of these works are nsfw btw :3

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there has to be other petnames beside sweetspark all i have is 'my mate' and 'darling' i know hound would have a pletora of nicknames up his sleeve for reader 😔

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>:) time to update the master list ♥️

but nonnie theres only one fic 💔 i need to write 300 million more before i consider making a masterlist 😌

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OMGOMGOMGOMG !!! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

thank u!! ahhh ur too kind 🥺 i srsly didnt think much of this fic but im seriously touched you reread this AHHH this is the peak of my carrer- my fave writter noticed me i GONNA-

im hanging this on a wall...!! i will keep writting...!!

Rodimus x Reader ; Attempts at (Spark)Bonding

Cuddle sessions with the starboy himself who's feelin' extra needy tonight! It's all fluff with a mix of yearning teehee :3 1.2k words

Rodimus almost trips thinking about holding you. No, he didn't actually. He simply just wanted to stop by the halls. It just so happens that he needed to lean by the flickering walls with his legs crossed strangely.

Oh Primus.

He needs to get it together- Cool your engines! There's no need to crank up the gears at the mere image of your face in his memory processor. At the vivid memory of the both of you cuddling on the berth and giggling about nothing. He wouldn't ever deny it but this mech is whipped. It has him skipping towards his door to his habsuite.

He can put all his frustrations aside, all of those tedious too-many-steps grand plan only to be met with not-so great results when it should've been perfect. Not this cycle. He doesn't have to ponder about it this cycle.

Instead he thinks of his half waiting for him in their shared habsuite. Feels his spark fluctuate and brighten knowing that at the end of every cycle. This one guarantee Primus has graced him with.

His servos slap eagerly against the lock of his door. A beep and it slides open, shimmying his way in without even letting it open fully.

"Sweetspark? You're soon to be conjux is here!" Dropping his hands and slouching when he doesn't get a peep from you. Letting out an amused chuckle to himself. Okay, but seriously where in the pits is little ol' you? Do you not know that this mech needs his fuel of affection and attention from you right now?

After turning his helm this way and that to find you, his thumping spark stops and just melts when he spots your form. There you were bundled up on his berth. The plenty of organic-like blankets arranged around where your body rises and fall. At first he wasn't entirely used to this idea of Blankets, thinking it was useless.

Scrap, it doesn't really matter now, especially when you look so at peace. All snuggly and comfortable on the pile you so meticulously set up for yourself. He feels that stupid smile on his face when he sees you up close, a faint click from his helm to capture you in this moment. File it in his memory bank to tease you later. He adores how so up in arms his tiny mate gets when he shows you these candid photos of you. He had to remind himself not to pounce and put all 4000 pounds on your much frailer body. Though, gets his head spinning by how fast he displaces himself, cursing at his own haste and plopping into your thighs.

He didn't realize how much he craved your touch now that hes nuzzling himself to you. Each of his cold metal fingers to your side. Dipping his fingers further to rub your tummy in circles with his thumb. Feels your whole body jitter under his touch, stirring you slightly awake. Blurry eyes make out that red goofball and that you're certainly sure he has sly expression on his face at the moment without needing the consciousness to see. You know that smartass' face by heart.

"Ew, get your cold freezing hands off of me you, you troglodyte" Slurring just slightly, your morning sleepy voice slipping through. No real heat behind your complaint and actually scooting closer to hold the top of his hand. Yet, Rodimus takes the chance to try out his theatrics and push his face further into your body, making a whinny whirling noise.

"Ew?" That baby voice of his and he sounds so offended "Don't say that,"  Sweet and somewhat needy. It makes you chuckle and melt at the same time.

You can't get used to how despite being made entirely of metal and bolts, his lips, or rather his 'intake' he's explained feels so soft and plump on you. A long press on the top of your covered stomach. His hand kneading into your sides and feel him slight get even more closer. As if this wasn't enough to wake you already.

Another kiss, this time Rodimus pulls your shirt up just slightly. Light kisses all over your exposed skin. Each more longer than the last, as if he was savoring every single one. You can feel yourself tensing up and melting at the same time, that dumb cold fingers of his to your side and softer lips playing with you. How his face goes from that playful pout to a soft and reverent expression with each kiss. Leaving you breathless and grasping his wrist.

His processor catches the faint EM field emitting from yours mingling with his. It's a rare treat. Mixing and jittering with his. Are you getting flustered? That question leaving him wanting to chase after that sweet calling of your fleeting energy. To elicit more of that warmth. To hear more of those breathy murmurs.

As impossible it was with your autonomy, he still wished he could feel your spark. Want to be entangled with all of you, whatever your soul was made of; he wished to have it all and keep it with him forever. His kiss trails further and further up your chest. In hopes that maybe it's possible.

He indulges, opens his chest panels just slightly. You hear that familiar small hiss. Glancing down to see that alluring light of glare. Never too bright. Enveloping your whole body with his sweet high. Before you knew it. You feel fuzzy all over, skin tingling pleasantly. Sinking into his space the feels just right. Warm and safe like no one could ever get to you, only his own. In this haze, you can almost feel all of him; Parts you could never reach with mere hands. Dreams you never knew. This pleasant reverie has you making expressions you don't mean to from the funny expression Rodimus is making.

He looks at you. Now face to face and chest lightly pressed to yours. Spark close to where he'd assume your heart was. Feels himself thriving when he sees how much this affects you. Assured by the feeling of your living heart thumping against his eager spark. Yet despite it all, that stubborn spark of his is desperate to do more. He shouldn't. He has to understand that you're human, far too fragile to start experimenting. The warnings he was issued with suddenly coming back. Yet.

There's something in this warmth energy you're basking in. A shift somewhere. You notice that glint in his eyes. Even if he leans even closer to leave fleets of kisses down your jaw and neck. Much hastier than the ones before. Is it sadness?  Maybe something you can't seem to put words into it. Your hands reaches out to cup his helm then run your fingers against his brow to smoothen it.

You can feel him smile on your skin, pulling away to brush his own lips against yours again. Sometimes, you wish he could just tell you instead of sulking like that. Nevertheless, you don't resist when you press further to kiss you. That warm fuzzy feeling shrouds you both again, what sounds like waves hitting another against a glass. Whatever it was, you forget it in favor of chasing that high again. Chasing after each other's lips and holding him closer.

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im so sad there isnt a lot of jazz infiltrating the mafia type of fics, he is legit the perfect canidate for this. he has the style, the charm and the flair for all a spy/mafia drama could possibly need!

maybe he accidentally follows spy!reader (or maybe vigilante!reader?) and by mere chance locks optics and without him ever realising it, it all falls from there. starting the cat and mouse game. attempting to get ahead from the other, at first he tells himself its out of caution but it turns more into a sacred ritual he can't recharge without, his sparks demands to meet you in action before he even dares to close his optics. which all of this eventually unveiling the horrors of the government one tango dance at a time?

please put this man in a film nior detective story. he practically craves the drama.

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Ouhh I'm so happy I actually finished a fic this time!! here's some other characters I plan to write for 🖊️

-Bluestreak <- thats my man, my sweetheart its my duty to make bluestreak propaganda

-FortMax <- giant robot... giantwife...

-Hound <- I LOVE HIM AUGHH

-Waspinator <- strange man that requires to be kissed stupid

i have so many ideas guys... let me cook...!!!

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Rodimus x Reader ; Attempts at (Spark)Bonding

Cuddle sessions with the starboy himself who's feelin' extra needy tonight! It's all fluff with a mix of yearning teehee :3 1.2k words

Rodimus almost trips thinking about holding you. No, he didn't actually. He simply just wanted to stop by the halls. It just so happens that he needed to lean by the flickering walls with his legs crossed strangely.

Oh Primus.

He needs to get it together- Cool your engines! There's no need to crank up the gears at the mere image of your face in his memory processor. At the vivid memory of the both of you cuddling on the berth and giggling about nothing. He wouldn't ever deny it but this mech is whipped. It has him skipping towards his door to his habsuite.

He can put all his frustrations aside, all of those tedious too-many-steps grand plan only to be met with not-so great results when it should've been perfect. Not this cycle. He doesn't have to ponder about it this cycle.

Instead he thinks of his half waiting for him in their shared habsuite. Feels his spark fluctuate and brighten knowing that at the end of every cycle. This one guarantee Primus has graced him with.

His servos slap eagerly against the lock of his door. A beep and it slides open, shimmying his way in without even letting it open fully.

"Sweetspark? You're soon to be conjux is here!" Dropping his hands and slouching when he doesn't get a peep from you. Letting out an amused chuckle to himself. Okay, but seriously where in the pits is little ol' you? Do you not know that this mech needs his fuel of affection and attention from you right now?

After turning his helm this way and that to find you, his thumping spark stops and just melts when he spots your form. There you were bundled up on his berth. The plenty of organic-like blankets arranged around where your body rises and fall. At first he wasn't entirely used to this idea of Blankets, thinking it was useless.

Scrap, it doesn't really matter now, especially when you look so at peace. All snuggly and comfortable on the pile you so meticulously set up for yourself. He feels that stupid smile on his face when he sees you up close, a faint click from his helm to capture you in this moment. File it in his memory bank to tease you later. He adores how so up in arms his tiny mate gets when he shows you these candid photos of you. He had to remind himself not to pounce and put all 4000 pounds on your much frailer body. Though, gets his head spinning by how fast he displaces himself, cursing at his own haste and plopping into your thighs.

He didn't realize how much he craved your touch now that hes nuzzling himself to you. Each of his cold metal fingers to your side. Dipping his fingers further to rub your tummy in circles with his thumb. Feels your whole body jitter under his touch, stirring you slightly awake. Blurry eyes make out that red goofball and that you're certainly sure he has sly expression on his face at the moment without needing the consciousness to see. You know that smartass' face by heart.

"Ew, get your cold freezing hands off of me you, you troglodyte" Slurring just slightly, your morning sleepy voice slipping through. No real heat behind your complaint and actually scooting closer to hold the top of his hand. Yet, Rodimus takes the chance to try out his theatrics and push his face further into your body, making a whinny whirling noise.

"Ew?" That baby voice of his and he sounds so offended "Don't say that,"  Sweet and somewhat needy. It makes you chuckle and melt at the same time.

You can't get used to how despite being made entirely of metal and bolts, his lips, or rather his 'intake' he's explained feels so soft and plump on you. A long press on the top of your covered stomach. His hand kneading into your sides and feel him slight get even more closer. As if this wasn't enough to wake you already.

Another kiss, this time Rodimus pulls your shirt up just slightly. Light kisses all over your exposed skin. Each more longer than the last, as if he was savoring every single one. You can feel yourself tensing up and melting at the same time, that dumb cold fingers of his to your side and softer lips playing with you. How his face goes from that playful pout to a soft and reverent expression with each kiss. Leaving you breathless and grasping his wrist.

His processor catches the faint EM field emitting from yours mingling with his. It's a rare treat. Mixing and jittering with his. Are you getting flustered? That question leaving him wanting to chase after that sweet calling of your fleeting energy. To elicit more of that warmth. To hear more of those breathy murmurs.

As impossible it was with your autonomy, he still wished he could feel your spark. Want to be entangled with all of you, whatever your soul was made of; he wished to have it all and keep it with him forever. His kiss trails further and further up your chest. In hopes that maybe it's possible.

He indulges, opens his chest panels just slightly. You hear that familiar small hiss. Glancing down to see that alluring light of glare. Never too bright. Enveloping your whole body with his sweet high. Before you knew it. You feel fuzzy all over, skin tingling pleasantly. Sinking into his space the feels just right. Warm and safe like no one could ever get to you, only his own. In this haze, you can almost feel all of him; Parts you could never reach with mere hands. Dreams you never knew. This pleasant reverie has you making expressions you don't mean to from the funny expression Rodimus is making.

He looks at you. Now face to face and chest lightly pressed to yours. Spark close to where he'd assume your heart was. Feels himself thriving when he sees how much this affects you. Assured by the feeling of your living heart thumping against his eager spark. Yet despite it all, that stubborn spark of his is desperate to do more. He shouldn't. He has to understand that you're human, far too fragile to start experimenting. The warnings he was issued with suddenly coming back. Yet.

There's something in this warmth energy you're basking in. A shift somewhere. You notice that glint in his eyes. Even if he leans even closer to leave fleets of kisses down your jaw and neck. Much hastier than the ones before. Is it sadness?  Maybe something you can't seem to put words into it. Your hands reaches out to cup his helm then run your fingers against his brow to smoothen it.

You can feel him smile on your skin, pulling away to brush his own lips against yours again. Sometimes, you wish he could just tell you instead of sulking like that. Nevertheless, you don't resist when you press further to kiss you. That warm fuzzy feeling shrouds you both again, what sounds like waves hitting another against a glass. Whatever it was, you forget it in favor of chasing that high again. Chasing after each other's lips and holding him closer.

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i have so much i want to post but everytime i hover over the post button i get SICKK

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WHATS UP GAMERS CHERRY IS IN DA HOUSE BABY🔥🔥🔥🔥

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