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pinkanonwrites · 5 months

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"Oh! That's What That Does?!"

All art by @archie-sunshine

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns

Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)

NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!

“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”

“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”

Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”

You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.

“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in.

Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.

Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.

“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”

“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)

“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.

“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.

“Does it hurt?”

“Somethin’ like dat.”

“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.

“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”

“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just-”

“Be careful. I know.”

And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.

“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”

“Well? Get it outta there!”

“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”

“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”

“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”

“What was that?”

“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”

“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.

CLANG!

You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.

“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”

“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.

“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”

“N-No!”

Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.

“...Maybe?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.

“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”

“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”

“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”

His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”

“I promise.”

“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.

“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.

“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”

“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~”

With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.

“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”

You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”

“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”

You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.

“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”

I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.

“Ah! Stop!”

You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.

“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.

“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”

“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.

“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”

“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”

“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”

“I can handle it! I-I can!”

“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”

He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”

Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.

“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.”

With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow. Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.

As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.

“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.

“How you feeling, hun?”

“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”

You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.”

He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.

“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”

#transformers #valveplug #transformers x reader #rumble #transformers rumble #rumble x reader #transformers imagines #g1 transformers #my writing #long post

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migrated-to-diff-account · 1 year

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Hiyya! I'd like to request a TFP Optimus x Human female reader. I have a headcanon that I believe Optimus has a breeding kink from the Matrix of Leadership, coded to mate. Both get very heated when his urge to mate starts to show and the reader is all on board to chase his pleasure. In which Optimus praises a lot to them. I crave connection between characters that care and have a bond with one another, if possible.

You can change and edit whatever is to your liking as well. Thank you for your time and have a pleasant day. ✨

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

oh man oh man optimus prime and breeding is one of my favourite combos!! thank you for being my first request ever btw, it was a pleasure to write this for you

Synopsis: Optimus Prime has urges, urges that can only be satisfied by breeding you.

Warnings: NSFW, breeding kink.

Word count: 1608

To say that this is pure torture is an understatement of the century. He thought he could hold off but seeing you in practically nothing prancing around the base on a hot day is driving him insane. He tried his best to contain his composure throughout the day around the other members of his team, but his spark is thrumming so intensely that it’s becoming borderline painful.

He knows that you can sense it. He knows that you purposely came to the base in a little sundress that barely, oh so barley, covered your soft thighs. He noticed that way that when you would bend over, you would purposely brush the fabric behind you aside so he could bare witness to your increasing arousal. His frame would stiffen up and his Matrix would send a shock of electricity to his spark, indicating that he needs to mate.

And he needs to do it today.

Later in the afternoon, the base’s activities became quieter. The other Autobots were either in recharge, patrol or hunched over the main computer. The other humans had gone home, save for you. You were sprawled out on the human couch watching one of your favourite shows, your dress still just barely covering you. Optimus walks over and promptly scoops up his human saying nothing. You let him do so, knowing that you were in for it.

Ratchet had watched his leader walk off down the corridor with his human, he rolls his eyes and mutes his audials, not wanting to hear them again for the third time this week. And its only Tuesday, he thought, returning to his work.

He takes you to his private berth room, laying down and setting you close to his helm so that you were face to face with the prime.

“Was it your intention today to wear such small human fabric?” Optimus pokes and pulls at the dress, eager to rip it off you. You grin at him.

“I guess you could say that.” You allow his request to take the dress off, throwing it to the side, “I knew you’d like it.”

The sight of your plump breasts and soft tummy right in front of his face makes his spike throb with such intensity and yearning. He groans and lifts you up to his dermas, setting you down so he can pleasure you with his glossa.

“What do you need, Optimus.” You moan at the feeling of him mouthing at your still clothed pussy. Wanting to feel more, you lift yourself up slightly and pull down your underwear. He pulls you back down to his intake after you do so. He needs to prep you first so you can take his spike so he can properly breed you.

He licks a stripe up your folds, relishing the pheromones that are emitting from you. He wraps his mouth around your clit and sucks. You throw your head back and place a hand behind you on his chin, shaking and jolting at the feeling of Optimus eating you out. He hums as he lifts you up slightly so he can give you an answer. He is absolutely covered in your juices, leaving a small string connecting from your pussy to his dermas.

“I need...I need to breed you.” He huffs, his hot breath over your pussy making you squirm. He massages your thighs, earning a soft moan from you. His spike is throbbing, aching to be plunged into you. Aching to breed you and fill you up with his trans fluids. He can picture it in his processor, your soft stomach distended and filled to the brim with his sparkling’s. A bolt of electricity shoots up his back strut at the thought.

You lean down and place a gentle kiss in-between his optics, “I will gladly help with that.”

Optimus’s spark is thrumming so very loud now, he is sure that you can feel it. You crawl down near his interface panel, and he opens it with no hesitation. His spike is so large, but he knows from all the previous times he’s fucked you that you can take it. He once offered to mass displace it, but you denied the request. You wanted to feel him stretch you and its safe to say that Optimus feels the same way.

You drag your tongue up Optimus’s spike, relishing the feeling of his spike twitching. You can see how his thighs begin to shake slightly. He places a servo on the side of your face, gently caressing your cheek as you begin to take his spike in your mouth. The moan that leaves his mouth is borderline pornographic.

You bobbed your head up and down as much as you could, attempting to give him as much pleasure with your mouth as you can muster. Your tongue rolls around the tip of his spike while you give him a hard suck. Optimus grips your head as you do so, fighting the urge to push your mouth down to the base. He praises you in the middle of his moans and groans.

“Sweet spark, you’re doing amazingly…” His hips shutter as you pull you mouth of him with a pop, pressing kisses to his tip and down the length of his spike. You look up at him with those gorgeous innocent eyes. If the matrix would allow him, he would’ve cum just from your look alone. But he must wait until he is deep within you.

Optimus carefully lifts you up and flips around so you are the one now lying on his berth, hovering over top of you. He kisses you with intensity, glossa moving past your lips and tangling with your tongue. You can taste yourself on his dermas. He moves to kissing your jaw line, then down your neck, licking and sucking on the delicate skin. The perfume you wear leaves a tingling sensation on his glossa, but that doesn’t stop him from properly marking you as his.

He moves downward, marking your breasts. He shivers as he knows that these will be used to feed and nourish his future sparkling’s. You moan at the feeling of his glossa.

“Optimus,” You squirm under him, “Please… please please please.”

He looks at you. Your hair is in a mess, flushed cheeks and sweat beading on your forehead. You are worked up to the point of begging, this is exactly what he wanted. He gives you a small smile.

“Yes, my love, I hear you.” He chuckles as he watches you bring your legs up to your chest to present yourself to him, sending another jolt to his back strut. He lines his spike up with your pussy, a breathy moan escaping from him. He slowly, ever so slowly pushes himself into you. Your legs shutter as you engulf him, being stretched beyond the human body’s limits. A low groan emits from him as he can feel your walls fluttering around him.

“Primus…” He vents, holding onto the side of your hips. “You’re so tight…”

He moves his hips back and plunged into you again. You cry out in pleasure, not even bothering to silence yourself as you feel his spike abusing your cervix. “Optimus!!”

Optimus’s focus is on your face, contorted in pleasure and ecstasy. Primus, he loves this. He leans down to the side of your face, giving you a kiss on the cheek as he fucks you within an inch of your life. You will be bred, no matter how long it takes, his human mate will bear the primes sparkling’s.

“You’re doing amazing,” Optimus whispers into your ear, voice straining. “Do you wish for me to impregnate you?”

You eagerly nod, crying out as he gives you a particularly harsh thrust, the knot in your stomach becoming more unbearable. “Yes, Optimus! I need you to fill me, please!”

Your cries make his spike throb.

“Primus, you will look so beautiful. Full of my sparkling’s.” Optimus is thrusting into your pussy, eager to relive himself deep inside you. He presses his helm to your head, “You will be a wonderful carrier, my love.”

His thrusts become more and more sporadic as he nears his release, moaning into your ears, letting you know how much pleasure you have given him. You cry out as he presses himself right to the hilt, becoming undone and cumming hard on his spike. His hips shutter as he releases his trans fluids deep inside of you. His grip on your hips is hard as he feels you clench around his spike.

His trans fluids are hot and sticky, drops threatening to spill out of your tight hole. You whimper and whine as he gently caresses your now bulging stomach. He places a kiss upon your lips to mute your cries, you kiss him back eagerly.

Optimus vented; the matrix of leadership is satisfied for now. But he knows that you must be bred multiple times for his urges to lessen. He gently scoops you into his arm and flips around so he is laying down and you are sitting on his spike, you whimper as you feel his spike shift around. His spike keeps his trans fluids contained within you, ensuring that not a single drop spills from you.

You lay on his chassis as he rubs your back soothingly with a servo. You clench around him in a way to return the affection, “I love you, Optimus.”

Optimus hums, “I love you too, with all of my spark.”

He watches you drift off to sleep with a smile, knowing that tomorrow you will be bred again and again.

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers imagines #transformers x reader #tfp #tfp optimus x reader #human reader #tfp optimus prime x human reader #reader insert #valveplug #maccadam

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screamingseeker · 1 year

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Can you do some headcanons of optimus x human s/o romantic moments?

♡ I've said this before and I'll say it again: Optimus translates his favorite texts for you himself. He'll take the time to translate it into your first language, whatever it may be. He wants to share this side of himself with you and only you.

♡ He'll send you love poems he translate with nothing else added to them because he gets embarrassed far too easily when it comes to you, but when you respond well to them, he'll keep doing it with little notes attached.

♡ "I was reading this morning and this made me think of you."

♡ "I never understood what this poem meant until I met you."

♡ "I hope this brightens your day, my love."

♡ And if you start finding the poems seem oddly specific to you, well, you keep Optimus's hidden talent to yourself.

♡ Optimus doesn't claim to know much about human music, but he plays the most beautiful songs from every era while you two are on the road. Once, you sang along to one of the songs you knew and it's now one of his most treasured memories. He makes a list of every song you sing to so he can play them again, just to hear your voice.

♡ Optimus loves rain so if you two happen to be outside when it starts raining, he'll find somewhere you can both be sheltered and hold you close while you two watch the rain pour down.

♡ He doesn't let it show, but he's very anxious about hurting you on accident. He would never forgive himself if he did, even if you forgave him. So when he learns mass displacement can drastically reduce the risk and allow him be closer to you, he's eager to try.

♡ At ten feet, he's still a giant compared to you, but he's amazed that he can hold your hand and kiss you properly without the use of a holoform.

♡ And when you cuddle him while he's mass displaced, he'll never be the same again.

♡ He has nicknames for you, but saves them for when you're alone. He mostly uses human terms as he finds them much more endearing.

♡ "Dearest" is his favorite.

#optimus prime x reader #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #tfp optimus prime #i am so normal about him #*explodes*

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space-payacho · 3 months

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wrote something extremely short based on my old post

reader uses she/her pronouns. reblogs and feedback appreciated!

It started on the first day. Rumors going around on this new “liason” for the lost light. Human to be exact. Mixed reactions. Some excited. Some curious. Others found it a hassle, cause why a human right?

Up until the day she stepped in. only those like the captain, co captain and ultra magnus personally were introduced to her.

Rodimus took a liking to her right away. He dint know why. Maybe because he was excited to have a human on board. Maybe because she dint seem to disrespect him and look at him as a slacker.

Quite the opposite to him it looked like she seemed interested to meet him right?

Ultra magnus liked her. He’s seen her resume. Organized and no issues whatsoever. Someone he can rely on when it comes to reports turned in correctly and on time. Plus she had manners.

Megatron…he picked up something else but he couldn't tell what it exactly. Sure he had the same opinion as Magnus. Yet looking at her..looking at those particular eyes..of all the times he’s taken a look at humans back in his warlord days, he’s never seen eyes like that.

#mtmte x reader #maccadam #lost light x reader #transformers imagine #transformers x reader #might delete this tomorrow lmao #payacho fanfic #Makima!Reader #transformers imagines

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ratchetsboyfriend · 4 months

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Welcome back to transformers fanfic (I found your blog during your hiatus, and I love your older work). Since requests are open, could you possibly write some soft MTMTE Drift headcannons of him watching a movie with a human reader? I’ve been a bit down recently, so I would really appreciate it.

Drift is willing to watch all of your favorites, even if he doesn't quite see the same appeal in them that you do. Depending on what your comfort movies are, he's gonna react differently.

He's not sure why a brutal horror movie would be comforting, especially if you spend half of it cringing and hiding behind your hands, but hey if it floats your boat. Comedies aren't a bad choice to watch with him, some jokes don't land as well without the context of having lived on Earth, but some things are universally funny so he enjoys them enough even if some of the humor is… questionable. If you watch some of the more heart wrenching romantic movies he gets fairly invested, but the cheesy one's he'll good-naturedly tease you for liking even if he did enjoy some of them himself. Intense, dramatic movies that feature journeys of self-discovery and have more open endings are a particular favorite of his if you happen to put them on.

To ensure the best possible viewing experience, he sets up a projector in his hab suite so you can enjoy a more private viewing. There are movie nights for the whole crew but they can get pretty rowdy and that's not the kind of evening you two are looking for. More than one movie night has ended in a brawl.

His berth is lined with a plethora of cushions and blankets that have been sourced from various planets you've visited. Drift has plenty of money and he's more than happy to splurge on creature comforts like these and it's nice to go shopping for them together. He's also spared no expense on getting your favorite treats for the night, regardless of how much effort it took to source them. The way you light up when he presents them to you is worth every penny.

Whether you start out the night sitting next to him in a heap of blankets or nestled in his lap surrounded by pillows, you will end up sprawled across his chest by the end of the night. He lays out plenty of your soft cushions and blankets atop himself so that you can maintain maximum comfort while cuddling against his much harder frame. It's hard not to fall asleep like that in the middle of the movie since he'll absent-mindedly start stroking your back.

He doesn't mind talking during movies and will happily discuss the plot as it's happening, but if you're too focused on the story to speak he's just as good with silent viewing. He's particularly fond of when you get excited and point out your favorite scenes, making sure to pay special attention to those parts of the movie.

If you want to make watching movies together a regular occurrence, he'd agree immediately and would be delighted to help you pick what to watch in the future. Rewatching movies you've seen before or finding something new to view are both fine with him, it's spending quality time together that's important.

#thank you very much!#im a bit rusty so hopefully this came out ok #and i hope you are doing better #my writing #transformers reader insert #transformers imagines #transformers x reader

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de-vee-l · 2 months

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So, you sure know how in most cartoons humans have only 1 outfit for all times? So in Transformers Cybertronians don’t really get to see them change

I wonder if Cybertronians even understand the concept of clothing or do they just think it’s human’s natural coloring? Will they get traumatized if they ever see a human peel off their armor and put on a new one?

I like to imagine a bit more fashion-centered OC that arrives at the base in a new outfit every time and they are just “why you rescan your design so often???”

#transformers au #Transformers #transformers prime #tfp #oc #transformers imagines #imagine #I have a lot of random thoughts in my head

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qupshalfempty · 1 year

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Can i request a small drabble of tfp ratchet with fem!human s/o who loves painting? She ends up painting him and he gets flustered about it, but still adores it.

Reader is human for this, GN!reader as I don't use pronouns.

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TFP! Ratchet x Artist! Reader HeadCanons

Ratchet wouldn’t flash an optic if you had your head down in a spiral notebook, he’s seen the kids do work with those lowly graphite pencils despite humans going through a technologically advanced renaissance currently. So he doesn't think twice of it, he may ask what you're up to over his shoulder as he's working but that's it.

He’s only judged those items based on their usefulness, though once you grab his attention with doodles of him... flustered is an understatement, and for once he’s ready to take back his rants about human paper. No, he won’t say he’s wrong but he will compliment your art no matter the medium because he respects any handiwork or careful craftsmanship.

He’ll reluctantly agree that debating the "usefulness" of art is a Pandora’s box, as you humans would refer to it, and doesn't want his aft ripped a new one by philosopher Optimus so he'll leave it at that.

If you do something off the wall like cosplay, miniature, or food art he’s confused and already thinking back to his old comment but will bite his glossa. Hard. He understands you have your interests and will leave you to them, he likes to ask what you’re up to though and can come off judgemental but he does like listening to your rants and sharing something you’re passionate about is one of his love languages. You can tell by the way he pays attention to every detail and asks how you're able to achieve the look of your strokes as he has no idea what type of "pigments" you use. Giving him a handful of examples leads to his earlier question; Why? After seeing your work though, he doesn't mind all the different inefficient ways. (He likes it.)

Once he's over his Ratchet spell he’s impressed with any medium of yours, although crochet, oil/charcoal paintings, and the laser lights installations are his favorites. The lasers are smaller replicas of the ways cybertronians used to celebrate their own holidays, closer to the smaller ones for the smaller gatherings.

Paintings are satisfying for him to watch, watching your hands as your knuckles move under skin and the twist in your wrist with each stroke. Also is a hypocrite and likes charcoal a lot, especially as you use your small fingers to smudge and- He’s going to stop himself there.

Any art made of him completely flusters him, he’s having to clear his throat and stumbles over his words slightly before getting a compliment out. His helm is flushed, depending on who’s at base he’s getting teased. He’s hoping he can keep his back turned at his station and away from anyone’s eyes or optics.

He does not know how to play it off if someone were to tease him because he doesn’t want to act like it’s no big deal towards your work, though he’ll grumble out a-

“Don’t you have a patrol route to get to?” Or he brings up whatever stupid things has landed them in his medbay and they usually shut up so they get fixed the next time.

Later on that night he rewards you with affection he’d otherwise not give in public, cuddles before bed being one of many things he has planned and the tired Ratchet classic. Watching you paint and invest in your hobbies makes him long for a domestic life with you, for now he'll take the small moments between.

#transformers x reader #transformers imagines #tfp ratchet x reader #macadam #qupwrites #gn!reader #maccadam

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till-all-are-fuck · 9 months

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How many variations of "Fucked that old man." can I get out before Ratchet kicks me out of medbay challenge

#transformers #transformers shitpost #tranformers ratchet #ratchet #tf ratchet #transformers imagines #around 5 #*throws me at the first bot he sees* “Take. Them. LEAVE!”#Its Hotrod #we end up back in medbay exactly 3 hour later #6 more #He's THIS close to just letting us die #transformers x reader

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agent-yolk-writes · 2 years

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Team Prime + Reader Who Works at Monarch (Part 3)

In which we see what the others think of you and I am Jared, 19. In my defense, the heat we're getting over here made me a little delirious. Remember to drink water! If you haven't seen it already, I recommend @simping-overload's fic that was inspired by this series! It's a TFP/Pacific Rim crossover! 10/10 would recommend!

Anyways, thank you for the outstanding positive response from Part 2! I have no idea what I'll do in Part 4 since what I have planned will not be enough. I'm very open to suggestions and my inbox is always open! Let me know what you guys think and I'll see you guys in the next part!

Read Part 2 Here!

The US Government? Hiding secrets from its other secrets? It's more likely than you think.

Humans...hunt monsters? Sure they encountered an oddball creature when Team Prime landed on Earth but would they be considered a monster?

Of course, Ratchet and Arcee are probably the group's most reluctant Autobots. Yes, it is an annoyance that they have another human to protect now, but...it just doesn't sit well with them even if you are related to Raf. Arcee especially, given all the times you try to be subtle about your observations when she was in her alt mode. First MECH, now...what was it? Monarch? How many secret organizations do these humans needs?

Bulkhead and Jack seem pretty neutral about it. To Bulkhead, this just means they now have another brainiac on their side. To Jack, you don't seem like you'll do anything malicious. And Raf did say you were on a medical leave of sorts, hence your visit to Jasper. He has seen you around town, and he has also seen you following/observing the others when they were in town. He'll leave the questions to the Bots.

Miko is So Freaking Ecstatic! A secret agent that studies kaijus ("MUTOs, not kaiju.") for a living! That's so cool! What kind of monsters have you seen? ("...Some.") Can she come with you one day? ("I'll have to talk to my boss.") Are there any monsters in Nevada? ("Let's hope not.") Can the Autobots be classified as MUTOs? (You thought about it for a second before telling her that, while indeed they are Massive Organisms, they are not Unidentified or Terrestrial...no offense to her friends.)

Bumblebee is the only one that had the most exposure to you. While you had never properly interacted, he thinks you're really interesting! Raf always talks about you, and it increased ten-fold when the kid learned you were staying with his family for some time. He can see how happy Raf is with you, and that makes him happy. Bee had thought about trying to make contact with you whenever you trailed him but decided against it for obvious reasons.

Optimus Prime...well, he's taking it as you would expect for a Prime. Always looking at the positive side of things while being blunt about any risks that might come from this. A scientist who studies life that inhabits the Earth...affiliated with the same government in charge of watching his comrades and yet they were just as unknown to each other. While it doesn't sit right with him, he'll be sure to talk to Fowler about it next time he visits. He now understands why Raf would be rather vague about you sometimes. He was simply trying to protect you as he would with the Autobots.

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You took the grilling like a champ. You expected it to be more intense, but that could be prejudice stemming from all those sci-fi movies. But they haven't blasted you to your base atoms, so you call it a success!

"Say, can I ask a question now?" You asked. "If you're hiding out in a former missile silo...that means you have contact with Uncle Sam and his merry band. If that's the case, do you have some kind of POC?"

Miko cocks her head, "A...what?"

"It means Person of Contact," Raf explains. "They're asking about-" Suddenly an alarm went off, cutting off your nephew. It was loud, and the noise quickly bumped off the walls. You instinctually placed your hands over your ears as you shouted, "What is that? Are we under attack?"

Prime was quick to assure you, "Fear not, Dr. (Last Name). It is simply a proximity alarm. The only one who is able to trip it is-"

"PRIME!" An unknown yet familiar voice reached your ears.

You followed everyone's gaze to the new face in an ugly suit and an even tackier tie staring up at Optimus. You'd imagine whoever was the designated Person of Contact would be in full military fatigues as a way to display dominance as said sci-fi movies tend to do.

"Multiple disturbance reports in the shopping district, several accounts of a civilian being followed by Decepticons...didn't I tell you guys to stay out of trouble and out of the public eye?" You couldn't help but shift your eyes at the others, wondering what kinds of trouble they've gotten themselves into.

"I apologize, Agent Fowler." Wait a minute. "Due to circumstances beyond our control, we had to make contact with another human in order to ensure their safety from the Decepticons."

It doesn't take long before your eyes meet his, and it doesn't take long for your mouth to run away from you.

"Well mark my stars and stripes...It really is you, Corporal Fowler!"

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sxilor-1010 · 4 months

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Yule Log

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Getting caught up in work, it’s easy to forget to have time for yourself, especially during the holidays. She’s heard a lot of concerns and reminders from her coworkers, and all of them went by her head saying she’s “relaxed a bit.”

It was her day off, and she had been fighting off the urge to work through celebrating Christmas. Or, in her case, Yule. Now, she wouldn’t say she was a witch. She liked magic, but magic in a world full of technology isn’t known too much.

Why do magic when you have many robots already doing stuff for you? Well for starters, they don’t know how to make a proper Yule log. Which is exactly what Emilyn is doing to celebrate her day off.

Sure she had to go some shopping for some of the things needed, but a little shopping never hurt her. Her table was dawned in bright red plaid, courtesy of Djenne and its amazing fabrics, with a fresh wooden log and other things.

Emilyn hummed to herself, holding a knife as she approached the table. With the log in her hands, she began to carefully carve holes big enough for the candles to fit. The wood emanated a nice scent, and she couldn’t help but close her eyes to admire it all. Her mouth moved on its own, just mumbling a song she remembered hearing while scrolling through YouTube earlier.

“God rest ye merry, pagan folk,

Let nothing you dismay.

Remember that the Sun returns

Upon this Solstice day.

The growing dark is ending now

And Spring is on its way.

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy,

Comfort and joy!

Oh, tidings of comfort and joy…”

Before Emilyn could continue singing, the distant noises of an aerial jet had caught the wind in her ears. Her hands stopped carving and she opened her eyes, looking towards a nearby window to see a familiar face smirk at her. “I didn’t think you’d stop by today, Starscream.” Emilyn approached the window, opening it to look at his face.

“My plans haven’t been the greatest this year, and I’m tired. What better way to relax than to accompany my little moon~?” He said slyly, Emilyn blushing just a bit as he moved a digit to caress her cheek. “You’re lucky I’m in a good mood to handle your flirts. Might as well come in.” Starscream smirked, drawing back his digit and walking to her door. Emilyn closed her window and opened the door, the Decepticon now mass displaced.

It wouldn’t be long before Starscream took notice of Emilyn’s little project, and he walked over with curiosity. “What are you making here?” Emilyn turned, smiling just a little bit before taking a seat back down. “It’s a yule log, just something to celebrate for this year…” Her words slightly drifted when turning to face Starscream, confusion glinted slightly in his crimson optics. “Oh, right… You’re probably not aware of Yule or Christmas, huh?”

“No, I’m not. Perhaps you can give me some insight later…” The Decepticon spoke, grabbing a chair of his own to sit next to Emilyn. She chuckled, keeping that as a mental note in the back of her mind. “Alright well, you can watch what I’m doing if you want. Up to you.” With that, Emilyn got back to carving, and Starscream watched intently, curiosity soon drifting towards the other items around her. There were a few candles, greenery branches of pine and cedar, not to mention dried fruits and pinecones.

“Quite the inventory of primitive materials, but what does one do with all of this?” Starscream spoke, plucking a pine branch in between his fingers to get a feel. Emilyn turned towards him, grabbing that branch and placing it back into the nearby pile. “You decorate this log, and supposedly it brings good luck and warmth to those who light the candles. It also wards off bad energy from harming you.” Ah, superstitious stuff. He should’ve guessed. “Peh, superstitious and magical nonsense. Humans are weird.”

That was enough to have Emilyn frown at Starscream, who laughed and smirked. “Well, not nonsense to you, my dear.” She rolled her eyes, grabbing the nearby hot glue gun and the pine branch he was fiddling with earlier. “Does magic not exist as a concept to you guys?” She turned to face Starscream, who placed a couple of digits on his chin in thought. “Not as much as you’d like to think. It exists in concept, but it was never said to be shown.” Huh, so it did exist in some way at least.

“That makes sense, given you and the Autobots are from a planet of metal, right?” Starscream nodded, albeit frowned a bit at the mention of the Autobots. “Magic can’t exist in a place that has metal, or iron. One of the two.” Emilyn spoke, Starscream watching carefully with curious optics as she glued the various nature pieces she had gathered onto the log. “I like to believe that even within today’s times, there’s still magic in this world. Hell, there might be pixies and fairies dancing outside my house right now and I wouldn’t even know it.”

Starscream looked in quiet awe seeing the once naked log now adorned in pine branches and dried fruits, not to mention the interesting scent it gave off. It surely was something magical, but it felt like something was also missing. Luckily, Emilyn was just about to get to that when grabbing ahold of the long candles. “Alright, I’m gonna need your help on this one. You’re gonna hold these perfectly still while I add glue onto the bottom.” The Decepticon looked in confusion but grabbed one of the candles nonetheless. It felt waxy amongst his digits, but it was a nice shade of red. He watched as Emilyn took the glue gun, adding a nice warm dollop to the bottom.

“What do you do once you’re done with this… ‘yule log’?” He asked curiously, Emilyn moving the glue gun away to glue the sides of the holes she carved out earlier. “Well, you just kinda leave it somewhere nice to burn until the end of Christmas. There’s not much else to it.” He nods, Emilyn taking the candle and placing it on the far right. “Only two more and then we’re done.”

“Maybe after we’re finished, I can explain Yule to you.” Hearing that, Starscream smirked lightly and chuckled.

He’d appreciate that very much.

#sxilor writes #stupid seeker scientist; starscream f/o #🤖✏️ laws of robotics; starscream x emilyn moone #transformers #tf starscream #transformers starscream #transformers animated #tfa starscream #transformers animated starscream #transformers x reader #transformers imagines #starscream x reader #starscream x oc

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pinkanonwrites · 7 months

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HANDS-ON LEARNING

Read 'Handle With Care' here!

Rodimus/Human Reader, NSFW, First Contact AU, AFAB Reader, GN Pronouns, G/T, Experimental Sex, Fingering, Oral (Receiving)

Since this is a First Contact fic, dialogue that is both bold and italicized are words that both the reader and Rodimus understand.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

Of all the ideas you'd had over the course of your life, this had to be one of the worst.

Granted, it wasn't as bad as trying to follow the blinking light into the woods after your car broke down, only to end up abducted by aliens. But it was pretty high up there.

But between said abduction and your ensuing rescue by the gigantic alien robots and the spaceship they called home, you hadn't exactly had a lot of time to yourself. And after days melted into weeks and you eventually began to lose track of how long it had been since you had been plucked from Earth, you were starting to get a little… wound up.

Most days were spent in between the massive metal fingers of a robot that you were pretty sure was named Rodimus as he shuttled you from room to room and presented you to his fellow crew members like a first-grader showing off their new pet hamster. But despite the glaring communication barrier and the ever-present threat of being squashed under foot, Rodimus was very careful with you. He made sure you were safe and comfortable, never picked you up without letting you know ahead of time, and did his best to communicate simple thoughts and ideas with you through hilarious, size-difference charades. It could be a little awkward sometimes, but he was nice! It was nice.

And then, about a week ago, Rodimus accidentally made you cum so hard you almost blacked out. And you couldn't stop thinking about it.

But honestly, how were you supposed to stop thinking about it? Sure, it was an accident, (or you were pretty sure it was, at least. Giant robot charades isn't always a perfect system) but it was an accident that refused to leave your mind. When Rodimus would lay on his big slab of metal to sleep, or recharge his batteries, or whatever it was that giant robots did at bedtime, you'd be lying awake in the little habitat he'd built for you out of his desk craving the sensation of sitting on the world's best and most attentive washing machine and letting the vibrations spark stars behind your eyelids.

So maybe it was a bit stupid, and horny, and frankly desperate to search out that feeling again from a guy four times your size who could crush you in his hand like a grape if he ever wanted to. But God damn if it wouldn't be worth it.

So that's how you found yourself in the position you are now. Naked, sprawled back against the surface of the desk with one of Rodimus's massive hands cradling your upper body, and a giant finger from the other tracing up the inner curve of your thigh. He seemed almost enchanted by the way your goosebumps rippled to the surface beneath his touch, letting out a pleased, mechanical warble.

He seemed to adore your softness compared to the rigid metal of his own skin, as Rodimus liked to squish you quite a bit. Never enough to hurt, just enough to feel the warm press of your skin between the joints of his fingers and hands, or to drag a curious fingertip down your cheek. But there was a particular meekness with the way he touched you right now, like he was only just realizing how easy it would be for him to hurt you. It was painfully sweet, and if you weren't absolutely aching for something more right now you may have been content to let him continue his gentle fondling.

"C'mon, big guy." You murmured instead, resting your hand around his wrist and pulling him up closer to the apex of your thighs. He let out a soft, surprised revving sound at your boldness, glancing at your face a few times before finally pressing the top of his finger up between your thighs, lying flush against your folds. If you had to compare the sensation, you'd say the feeling of leaning a little too far forward on a motorcycle seat was similar. It was warm, rumbling, pressing up against all the right places, but not quite enough to get you anywhere you really wanted. Still, you couldn't stifle your shaky moan, and that seemed to really get him going.

"Yes?..." He all but purred, one of the few words you had actually managed to learn between the two of you. The pointed chevron of his brow seemed to quirk up a bit on one side as he glanced down at his thick finger between your legs before back up to your gaze.

"Yes. It's good, I just… want more." You knew he couldn't understand your words, but the slow roll of your hips and the slick coating of your arousal over his knuckle seemed to get the message across just fine. He rocked his finger up against you, wet with your drooling heat as the jut of the joint slid up and over your clit again, and again, and again. Still slow, yes, but almost painfully good. Your hips jerked towards the sensation and he cooed, engine rumbling louder to course vibrations up through your aching cunt.

He murmured your name, or the best that he could approximate in his echoey, mechanical trill. From the hand cradling your upper body his massive thumb slid forward, dragging along the curve of your jaw and down to the jut of your collarbone with a delicate curiosity. Panting, you let yourself melt into his touch, rolling your hips against his other hand and shuddering at every other press that seemed to hit just the right spot. Fuck, this was good. Better than good, you felt like your brain was going to melt out of your ears, molten heat pooling low in your stomach as a pleasant buzz of arousal seemed to crawl through your muscles and out to the tips of your fingers and toes. It was probably way too early to be cumming, but you'd been pent-up for far too long already and the relentless vibrations only pushed you higher and higher, a rubber band threatening to snap as you gasped and shuddered and tossed your head back against Rodimus's enormous metal palm.

It was all you could do to keep your feet from kicking out as your orgasm washed over you, the aching clench of your cunt around nothing making you whine as his fingers slowed to a lazy, comfortable stroking. You blinked blearily up at him, a look of incredibly sly pride on his face as you went limp and content in his palm.

"Fuck, Rodimus." You groaned. It startled you, the sheer volume of his engine's snarl in response to your simple, fucked-out sigh of his name. But more surprising was the sudden press of two blunt fingers against your messy hole, slippery with your own arousal as they tried to work their way into you. "W-Wait! Rodimus, fuck, it's not gonna fi-MMGH!?"

With a wet pop, the tips of his two massive fingers slipped into your still-twitching cunt, stretching you wider than you'd ever been before. Even one of his fingers was more than big enough for you, but he somehow fit two? Your entire body trembled as you flopped back, slave to the impossible stretch and press of unrelenting metal against your most sensitive spots. Whimpers and groans were forced from your body with each minute flex and press of his fingers deeper, deeper, scraping spots you could never reach with your own two hands and stuffing you so full you felt like you couldn't breathe in properly. The heat that had only just receded was building again, impossibly quick, a tingling jolt underneath your skin that made the muscles of your legs twitch and kick outside of your own control as your mind struggled between spearing yourself further on this impossible stretch or wriggling helplessly away.

He was talking again, an incomprehensible clutter of mechanized boops and whirrs that you only barely managed to process in your pleasure-drunk mind. Then, with a sudden rush of motion and swoop of your stomach with the G-force, you were cradled off of the table with his free hand and held up to his face. There was a glow to his cheeks, a bead of liquid trailing down the side of his helmet as he gazed down at you. Robots could blush? And sweat? Apparently this one could, a gush of warm heat rolling over your body as he huffed, mouth hanging slightly open. Behind his giant teeth you could see a peek of a silver-grey tongue, a rippling smooth expanse of rubber and metal-mesh that crept towards you until Rodimus dragged it oh-so-carefully up the length of your cunt.

"FUCK!" You wailed, hands scrabbling for purchase against the joints and bends of Rodimus's hand as he swept his massive tongue between your folds. He let out a low, growling groan at the taste, burying his face between your thighs as he stroked and massaged your pulsing clit with the tip of his tongue. His fingers kept working, curling up towards your stomach on each thrust as you sobbed, abandoning your grip on his hand to clutch to the yellow chevron on his brow like your life depended on it. Your head was swimming, buzzing so intensely with heat that you could barely form a thought beyond the deep, impending well of your next orgasm. It pulsed from so deeply within you, a relentless wall of pleasure rushing towards you faster than you could prepare yourself for. All you could do was cling desperately to Rodimus's brow and hold on for the ride, sobbing and gasping and shivering as it crept ever higher, warmth blossoming out from your cunt and crawling across your shaky frame as pleasure exploded behind your eyelids. You wailed his name again, barely comprehensible, as each press of his fingers forced a gush of slick from your quivering hole and spattered into his giant palm. As quickly as it came his tongue swept it gently away, fingers slowing and letting out a low, melodic hum as your wails and moans trailed off into soft, sniffly whimpers. Finally, finally, after what felt like an eternity but couldn't have been more than a minute at most, he began to lower you carefully back down onto the desk, thumb rubbing a tear from your cheek as he pulled his fingers from your puffy, overworked cunt.

He cooed your name again, cradling your body in both palms. "Good?" He murmured, warmth from his metal palms seeping directly into your sweaty skin and aching muscles. You heaved another shaky breath, unable to form words so you instead shot the giant mech a wavering thumbs-up. In any other scenario that may have been a cripplingly embarrassing response to what was possibly the best orgasm of your life, but it pulled a beaming smile to Rodimus's face regardless.

In a few minutes the tacky feel of slick and sweat and robot saliva drying on your skin would begin to border on intolerable, and you knew you'd eventually have to rise to fawn-like legs and stumble to clean yourself up. But for now you were more than happy to lay sprawled in your giant companion's grasp.

Hell, maybe he'd even help you take a bath, too. After all, it's not like you had anything left to hide.

#transformers #transformers x reader #rodimus #rodimus x reader #rodimus imagines #transformers imagines #transformers smut #valveplug #maccadam #my writing

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migrated-to-diff-account · 1 year

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Orion's Kiss

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TFP Optimus x human!reader

A cute lil fic of you spending quality time with your autobot lover <3

Warnings: None

Word count: 747

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It was an overcast night; the soft rumbling of thunder can be heard in the distance as Optimus Prime begins to return to the place, he unknowingly began to call home. The small pitter patter of water droplets on the asphalt reached his audial receptors. It will not be a good night to observe the Earth’s night sky, he thought.

In his alt form, Optimus Prime sped slightly faster than he usually would. He was eager to get out of this rain, but more eagerly, get home to you.

His spark mate, the love of his life. He had met you a little over a year ago, around the same time he met the other humans. Your protective nature over those kids made his spark sing, whether it was helping them with their homework, helping build projects or just sitting with them and listening to whatever was on their mind. He couldn’t help but smile as he observed you mothering them.

Optimus reached the base, drenched in rain and transformed back into his bot alt. He hums as he shakes the water off himself. He looks to the designated human area, expecting to find you laying on the couch bundled up in soft blankets, however you were no where to be found.

He looks to his old friend, huddled over the main computer. “Ratchet, do you perhaps know of (Y/n)’s whereabouts?”

“I saw her take the elevator up top,” He replies, not even looking up from his work. “Silly human will catch an illness in this kind of weather.”

Optimus hums, giving his medic a small pat on his shoulder plates, “Thank you, old friend. If you require my assistance, I shall be with her.”

Ratchet nods his helm, glancing a look back at Optimus as he walks towards the roof top access for the bots, then returns to his work.

Up on the roof, a small human sat with a raincoat. She was leaning against the many rocks stacked upward in the memoriam of their fallen team member. She shivered a little as the rain hits her cheeks. She starts to smile as she hears the rough sound of pedes behind her.

“Hey, love.” She smiles as her lover settles down beside her.

“Hello, my sweet spark,” Optimus greets, he looks down to his human. He follows her gaze which is pointed out towards the misty horizon. “May I ask, what are you doing out here in this weather?”

She hums, “Waiting for the stars to come back out to play.”

Optimus looks back down at her, a soft smile returns to his faceplates. The one thing out of everything that he admired about her, was her love of the stars. Often, they would venture out of Jasper to more unpopulated areas just to have a clearer view of the wonders of the galaxy. It was one of their favourite activities to do together. While on these dates, he can remember countless conversations about his experiences when he was Orion Pax, how his favourite place on Cybertron was the Observatory of Iacon. Oh, how he wished he could take her there, knowing how much her beautiful eyes would light up as she explored his most treasured location.

Optimus holds out his servo to her. She could hear him doing so and took the invitation to climb up. He holds her close to his chassis, the soft thrumming of his spark making her relax. She sinks deeper into the embrace. Both sat there in comfortable silence, listening to the rain become less and less heavy until it became a soft sprinkle.

The lovers both watched as the moon began to break through the clouds. Optimus strokes his thumb over her back, the exhale of his vents indicating that he is completely relaxed. The clouds slowly dissipated over time, and the night sky began to make itself known.

“Look Optimus,” (Y/n) pointed towards a constellation in the sky, “There’s Orion’s belt.”

Optimus looks up towards where she was pointing. He softly chuckles as he brings his love closer to his face plate, giving her a light kiss. She happily returned the kiss, resting her hands on his face plate.

“And that, my love, was Orion’s kiss.” He presses his helm on her forehead, enjoying the little giggles that escaped from her.

The rest of the night was spent right there, enjoying each other’s embrace, and enjoying the wonders of the universe. He absolutely wouldn’t have it any other way.

#transformers #transformers imagines #transformers prime #tfp optimus x reader #optimus prime #x reader #human reader #reader insert #fluff #maccadam

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