#olfactory sensor

[sw5w]

I Will Contact Lord Sidious

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:03:52

[your-local-tyrant]

Lord, I heard that you like to eat organics...

I unfortunately don't have a full human to offer you, but I can offer you one of my organs. My uterus. It even comes with extra blood during this time of month.

Thankfully, the tyrant did not know what a 'uterus' actually was. His knowledge of human anatomy was not good and perhaps that was for the best, but he did know that blood tasted good and the thought of extra blood was nice to him.

"You would willingly give me your organs?"

[offline-crowbot]

It's so fun how when writing transformers fanfiction you have to switch your entire lingo to their terms

Like instead of phrasing it:

'Prowl held his hand up to his head and felt where a piece of his chevron had broken off, blood dripping into his eyes and down his nose. "You bitch" he spat through his teeth'

I have to write it in cybertronian terms and phrase it like so:

"Prowl held his servo up to his helm and felt where a piece of his chevron had broken off, energon dripping into his optics and down his olfactory sensor. "You glitch" he spat through his denta'

It's like getting your sea legs but for writing about robots

[undeadbutch]

stink kink and/or body hair

10/10 would rate higher if it were an option, unreasonable what that nose funk does to my brain

[reasonsforhope]

"Tilia is a vest-wearing conservation dog that the 444-acre [Mequon] nature preserve relies on for vital conservation and restoration work.

The dog’s responsibilities include sniffing out invasive and endangered species in the prairies, forests, and wetlands of Mequon.

Conservation dogs have become more commonplace in wildlife organizations, tapping into their astonishing scent-detecting abilities.

“Dogs in general already have up to 200 million olfactory sensors,” Cory Gritzmacher, the director of operations at the nature preserve, told Wisconsin Life.

Humans, on the other hand, have about 5 million.

“[Dogs are] already set up and designed for scent detection,” Gritzmacher added. “It’s really just finding a dog that’s motivated, that wants to do it on a regular basis and is excited to do it.���

Tilia was the pup for the job.

One of her main roles is to detect wild parsnip, an invasive species that staff removes once it is found on the property.

Compared to humans, Tilia can find parsnip in its first year, while it’s still close to the ground and camouflaged by other plants. This is vital, since parsnip will start to spread rapidly by the time it reaches its second season in the preserve. 

Studies show that the estimated damage caused by invasive species has cost the United States around $120 billion annually, as it impacts agriculture, recreational industries, and wildlife management. 

By catching invasive species that take hold of local flora and fauna early, Tilia achieves something no humans can.

“The best trained volunteers or staff in the world won’t even be able to find what a canine can,” Gritzmacher said. “That’s the pretty impressive part of it. And who doesn’t want to go to work with a dog?” ...

Tilia began training as a puppy, and now nearly seven years old, she’s a pro at scent detection — which all started with some treats hidden in cardboard boxes...

“As she continues to hit on the correct scent, then she gets rewarded. So, she’s going to get paid again. We do our work, we get paid. She does her work, she gets paid.”

Tilia can also spot Blue-Spotted and Easter Tiger Salamanders, which are endangered in the area. Her other scents include Wood Turtle and Garlic Mustard.

Of course, her workload remains balanced with time off. Her official owner is the director of Mequon Nature Preserve, who is happy to embrace her as the family dog when she’s not out sniffing.

But Gritzmacher, who trains and works alongside Tilia, adores her, not only for her companionship, but for the miracles she is able to work as an asset to Wisconsin’s conservationists.

“Canines are going to start to play a huge role in the conservation field just because of their amazing detection skills,” Gritzmacher said, “especially when resources are limited, staff is limited and you have to search potentially thousands of acres or miles.”

In fact, Tilia was joined by a partner in crime a few years ago: Timber, another chocolate lab who is actually the offspring of Tilia’s sister.

By following in her pawprints, Timber’s “powerful nose will be a key tool” in the preserve’s “land restoration efforts,” according to its website.

“For years, scientists have tried to replicate the power and efficiency of the canine nose,” Mequon Nature Preserve adds on a webpage for Tilia and Timber.

“The results keep coming back the same: The canine nose is second to none. Coupled with an insatiable desire to work and serve, Tilia and Timber help us find things humans often can’t.”"

-via GoodGoodGood, December 2, 2024

[humansarespaceorcsforeal]

Voyage Log 179: Our ship is due to receive a human crewmate. My colleagues are pleased. They have served with humans before. I've heard their stories and I must say, I have some concerns.

They're chaotic and messy and invasive. They talk. So much. I doubt I will become close to the new human.

Voyage Log 199: The new human arrived some time ago. They seem different from the way their species is typically described. They're..... quiet. They keep to themselves but aren't unfriendly when approached. I'm not sure what to make of them.

Voyage Log 210: Human Chris has taken sitting at the same table as me during meals. We don't speak and keep a respectable distance. It's... not unpleasant.

Voyage Log 219: Chris is fond of gardening as well! It is a difficult hobby to have on a ship. They have shared several tips as to how I can improve the health of my Hyacinths.

Voyage Log 241: I have been suspended from active duty for breaking Von's olfactory sensor. I assured the Captain that I did it on a whim and certainly not because Von destroyed Chris's Geranium. I am most definitely not attached to the Human.

Voyage Log 242: Chris has joined me in my temporary suspension. They kicked Von in his reproductive organ after hearing him calling me expletives. They told the Captain that they were definitely not attached to me either.

[t-a-a-1]

Counting Stars

Pt.2: The Wait

TFP Optimus x Female Reader

Summary: After revealing to Optimus that you are carrying his sparkling, he convinces you to stay under the Autobot care. However, after the sudden appearance of an old lover of yours, Optimus faces difficult challenges as he tries to win you back and learn how to prepare to be a father at the same time.

A/N: Lots of yearning, jealousy, delusions, craving, fluff. All that good stuff.

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Counting Stars

Pt.2: The Wait

There is a clear difference between carrying a sparkling and dying. 

You weren’t sure which one you were doing.

Everyone was treating you like you were about to perish. Everyone has always been careful around you. But now they are extremely aware of you. Every step you take, breath, look, smell, nothing was too insignificant. 

“You shouldn’t be carrying that.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t eat that.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t go there.”

The autobots treated you like a doll. Although the thought sounds amusing, it really wasn’t. 

“I just want to go for a drive. I’ve been inside for two weeks. I need to get out.”

Bulkhead moves his helm from side to side. He was  the third bot you asked about going out. 

“What if we crash and you get hurt?” 

You knew he was making up an excuse to not take you for a drive. Because what kind of Autobot would be such a bad driver?

“I am a human! I need the sun and see pretty things or I’ll get depressed and die!”

“Can you just watch the sun and pretty things on TV?”

Crossing your hands in front of your chest, you huff, showing your clear satisfaction. 

“I am sorry (Y/N) but you are carrying the only sparkling Cybertron has seen since millennials. If you weren’t having our species’s only hope, I would be more lenient.” 

Bulkhead’s voice sounds apologetic. You know that he was telling the truth. Maybe they all missed hanging out with you but couldn’t do much due to current circumstances. 

“I am being serious. I need to go out.” you say looking at the bot. “I’ll seriously die.”

You were exaggerating but you didn’t know until how much you could last without going crazy. 

“Well, maybe we can wait until Optimus is back and hear what he thinks.” Arcee steps in, trying to see if she could alleviate the situation. “You know, so no one wants to get in trouble.”

“Prime isn’t even around.”

A simple talk couldn’t fix everything. Although you and Optimus were in speaking terms, you wouldn’t say that things were the way they used to be. Things were still awkward and tense between the two of you. 

“You need to understand him, he is also going through biological needs not seen eons ago,” Ratchet speaks up while still typing on his large computer. “He is nesting for you and the sparkling, he can’t control it and he is trusting us to keep you safe while he is away.”

“Oh so you care about his biological needs but not about mine? I see how it is.”

“It’s not that, it's just–”

Ratchet turns to look at you. 

“Alright, maybe you are right.”

The medic-bot notices the color of your skin. It’s pale. Not in a natural way but in a sick-manner. Your belly has grown and you look tired. Mentally, you must be going through a lot. The weight of the survival of an entire civilization is on your shoulders and you are yet to know if the sparkling will be born healthy. 

“Only for 30 minutes.”

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Optimus was able to satisfy his biological needs only after he found ten dandelions. It was extremely hard to bring them to base since they were delicate and were easy for its tiny petals to crumble. He had found several but would have to go back and look for more since most would lose their petals on the way. 

He also found some pretty rocks. He wasn’t sure which one you would like most so he brought all of them. 

“So you are here to stay with (Y/N) for the rest of the pregnancy?”

His olfactory sensors picked a familiar smell. A human one but it was none of the kids. It was a scent he wasn’t fond of. One he very much wished did not exist. 

“Yes, as a Special Agent, I was assigned this duty. Which I am glad for, I want to spend time with (Y/N) as much as possible.”

Special Agent Alex. Fowler’s Co-worker and your childhood best friend. 

Optimus’ sensors were on alert. All of his instincts warned him. 

“Potential male threat detected. Human male may potentially steal sparkling and partner. Action Required: Keep human male away from mate.”

“May I inquire about your reasoning behind your sudden … presence without invitation?”

He didn’t waste any time as he walked towards the center of the hangar. His tall demeanor did not seem to phase the secret agent. 

“Hey, Prime! Sorry for not announcing it before,” Alex waved knowing that he would get more of a reaction out of Optimus if he pretended that his hostility does not affect him. “But I am just doing my duty. (Y/N) was originally supposed to be transported to a secured area under my watch. But since that didn’t happen, I’ll be staying here.”

“(Y/N) is currently protected by five Autobots at all times. She’s safe here and does not need your guarding.”

“That may be right but (Y/N)’s child is a matter of national security. I can’t let the Autobots have complete control over humanity’s first human-alien hybrid child.”

Optimus closes his servo, fighting the urge to smash the human like a mosquito. 

“My sparkling is no human experiment.”

“I am not saying it was,” Alex looks directly at Optimus’ optics. Unafraid. “What I am saying is that the child would benefit from having all the resources this world can offer. That child, no matter what it may be or look like, would be more human than Cybertronian. It will grow here. Learn our languages, history, traditions and culture.”

Alex smirks, about to deliver the final hit. 

“It’s not like there’s much to learn from Cybertron after all,” he says. “I may raise that child myself.”

Everyone could hear Optimus’ gun engine turn on, about to point directly at the agent. 

Until you showed up. 

“Alex?”

He immediately put away his weapon, pretending that he wasn’t about to harm a certain individual. He couldn’t do it, not after seeing the smile on your face. 

Not after you jumped into his arms, hugging him as he spinned you around. 

“Alert. Action Required: Eliminate threat. Keep human male away from mate. Alert.”

His processor telling him commands wasn’t helping the feelings in his spark. 

“You have always been beautiful but pregnancy suits you so well. It’s going to make my stay here all the more pleasant.”

Alex has always been a flirt.  But you never took it seriously. At least not now. You used to love the compliments during the time of your relationship. Years ago. 

“Are you staying here?”

You ask excitedly, in a desperate need of a friend your age. A human friend who would understand your need to get coffee and see the sunsets. 

“Yes, you won’t have to be lonely anymore,” Alex puts a hand on your head, giving you a soft head pat. An act Optimus was never able to do casually. Putting hands on you without consent in any way did not fit right with him.  “I’ll stay as long as you have me.”

“Yes! You can stay in my room!”

You seem to enjoy the affection. The agent gave you a certain warmness Optimus couldn’t give you and his processor is starting to write codes unfamiliar to him. 

“I am highly against that–”

“Alright, I’ll put my things in there,” Alex’s voice was louder than Optimus’ as he was closer to you. You were too excited to pay attention to the rising anger of the bot. “But tell me, where were you? I was waiting for you and got kinda worried.”

“I’ve been inside here for two weeks and Ratchet took me for a quick drive.”

“For two weeks? That’s not healthy for you and the baby, you need to stay active and get enough sunlight.”

“That’s what I told them but they wouldn’t listen to me.”

Everyone around you noticed your evident happiness that they didn’t mind the comment. You were right, they weren’t taking your needs into consideration. It was even more evident by the sudden change of your mood. 

“Well, from now on I’ll be taking care of you,” Alex moves his hand to caress your cheek. “And I’ll take you on regular drives and trips.”

“Do not touch my sparkmate–”

“Also I brought you a gift!”

He looks down at his backpack as Optimus’ voice subsides. Opening it quickly and showing the content inside it. 

“My favorite chocolate!” you take the pink box from his hands. It was an expensive brand and hard to find. Not available anywhere in the city.  “Thank you! 

Optimus quickly thinks of the things he got you. Dandelions, flowers, rocks. Would you love them just as much? Will you jump in excitement and hug him? Will you see him as fit enough to be your provider, protector and Sparkmate?

“Analysis Complete: Human Male wishes to bond with Sparkmate and steal Sparkling. Activating Sparkmate Protection Codes. Eliminate offering. Keep Sparkmate secluded.”

It’s like he couldn’t control himself. It was fear, confusion and jealousy that overtook his processor. 

Without any announcement, Optimus walks towards you and takes the chocolate box using two of his digits. You watch him with amusement, not understanding his actions. And without any previous warning, he crushes the box. 

The Autobots don’t say a word, flabbergasted at their leader’s actions. 

“I- I am–”

Optimus wanted to apologize but he was so surprised by his own doing that no words left his dermas. 

The room is silent for a few seconds until sobbing is heard coming from you.  Normally, you wouldn’t cry but your hormones have been acting differently, making you more emotionally sensitive.

You run to your room, Alex quickly follows by until the two of you disappear from the hangar. 

“Sparkmate in distress. Advance with caution. In case of Sparkmate rejection, proceed to program Offline codes.” 

Optimus looks at his servo. The pink chocolate box is destroyed. It was a nice gift. Delicate, gentle, genuine. And he destroyed it. All that was left was the result of his own selfish actions. 

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He didn’t know how to approach you. Nor knew if he should. His processor was begging him to go talk to you. 

His pedes hang from the cliff as he sees the stars in the sky. Its a view Cybertron was unknown to.  His home planet, with all of its technological advances, unique traditions and indescribable views could never have this kind of beauty. Yet, it can’t compare to the delicacy of your eyes.

Hearing heavy steps walking towards him, he knows it wasn’t you. Most of the time, he couldn’t tell when you were approaching him, your steps were too small to be heard. Either that or he would smell your scent. 

“You know, the right thing to do is apologize, right?”

Arcee was not one to open up easily. That was something she had in common with Optimus. 

“It would be simple if I knew she would want me to,” he responds, seeing the motorcycle sit next to him.

“... Are all male bots this stupid?”

“I believe so.”

There was silence but it wasn’t awkward. They didn’t need to talk to understand each other. Optimus is a great leader but somewhat stupid when it comes to relationships. It is of no surprise, however. Cybertronian and Human relationships are very different. Cybertron culture is more reserved, sometimes even completely political. As a species living for so long, it’s more about companionship. A long lasting friendship. Finding a Sparkmate was completely rare. Something not everyone would get to experience. 

Humans however … Due to their short lifespan, they were more prone to fall in love and out of love rather fast. 

“My processor has been programmed to do things I deemed as primitive for our kind,” he says. “Sometimes I can’t control it.”

“Then just tell her that,” Arceee puts a servo on his shoulder. Physical contact wasn’t common in Cybertron either. But he didn’t mind. “And apologize … a lot.”

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You started to overthink. A lot. 

Optimus had feelings for you. Of that you were almost certain. You think ‘almost’ because now you weren’t so sure. 

Optimus would live for many years after you are gone. Maybe one day he will finally find the one, his Sparkmate. Where would that leave your child? He has told you that he will be responsible. But is he doing it out of duty or because he has love for his sparkling? You didn’t want him to believe that he is being forced to stay. 

It was a stupid thought. You knew that. But the thought still lingers in the back of your mind. 

“Prime is gonna kill me whenever he finds out I took you out of the base.”

It's always nice to get out of the base during the night. Especially with someone who saw you as an individual instead of just a ‘carrier and savior of an advanced robot race.’ He also drives nicely, not too fast, not too slow. Alex used to be a mechanic, his love for cars was always evident. Even as he drives, you can tell that this is all he ever wanted to do. 

“You know he won’t even kill a fly.”

“Yeah and that’s why it’s so fun to tease him.”

Alex tried to diminish the tension of the previous situation. He didn’t know why Optimus did what he did. But he feels a bit guilty for teasing Optimus as much. Maybe if he hadn't pushed him to his limits, he wouldn't have done such ugly act. 

“Can we go to the beach?”

You ask randomly. 

Alex smiles.

“Sure.”

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When Ratchet informed him that you had gone on a night drive with Alex, he immediately went to your room. 

Why?

It was something even he couldn’t understand.

He knew he wasn’t going to find you there. 

Yet, his processor couldn’t understand how you weren’t here. He needs you. Now. His every circuit aching at the thought of you leaving his side. Carrying his sparkling and with a male who had successfully stolen you from his servos even if it's just for one night. 

He can still smell your scent in your room. Even after he had mass-shifted to enter, the room was still too small for him. He touched the bedsheets and began to miss the moments he has shared with you before in it. 

Where are you?

He needs you now. He needs to hold you, to know that you are safe. To express how much he adores you and the sparkling. 

“Sparkmate Status: Missing. Sparkling Status: Missing. Safety Status: Unknown. If Unable To Locate, Proceed With Solitude Activation Codes.”

He used his Comm-Link to call your cell phone. But nothing. He tried again. Nothing. 

It wasn’t until the 30th time that he understood … You didn’t want to be with him. 

You didn’t want him. 

You didn’t want him.

You didn’t want him. 

His servos tremble. 

Optics feel heavy. It’s strange. Having blue liquid come out of his eyes. He had cried before. For different reasons. This was pain, in its purest form. In a way words can’t describe. Proof of it were his subsided pleas of air as he had forgotten how to breathe, something he didn’t know he could do until he saw you. 

His spark aches. It hurts. Everything. 

Everything …  His everything is gone.

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It was about a 10 hour drive.

Watching the sunrise was always a beautiful experience. Feeling the warm sunlight touch your skin energizes you. It made you forget the previous negative emotions and you began to have this strange yearning. 

For Optimus.

You wanted to be with him. Wishing he could  be here with you along with your unborn child. 

Maybe he had over reacted but knowing Optimus he probably has a good reason for destroying the chocolate box. Was he taking care of your weight? What if chocolate is toxic for sparklings? You wanted to talk to him and make things better–

Oh. 

You were right. You do need the sun. 

“Let’s build a sandcastle.”

Alex could sometimes be like a child, which was fun. There was never a boring moment with him.

“Let’s build an Autobot, instead!”

You let yourself touch the sand and immediately feel something moving inside you. It feels strange. It doesn’t hurt but feels very uncanny. Nonetheless, you smile as you put your hands in your belly. Your sparkling may be more human than you think, also enjoying the activity and fresh air. 

“Do you think will look like his father?”

You ask Alex as he tries to make a small square with his hands, using water from a water bottle. 

He looks at you and then down at his little project. 

“If the child were to live on Cybertron then I would prefer for them to look like Optimus,” he says, trying to think of a delicate way to tell you his opinion. “But since they will be living on Earth, then I genuinely hope they look more human.”

You know you will love the child no matter what. But Alex had a point. What kind of life will the child live if he is too different? Humans can be cruel, especially to those who are different. 

“If something happens to me … will you take care of them?”

He lets out a heavy sigh and looks at you again. His mood had been ruined but it was a question you were meaning to ask. 

“You know childbirth is difficult as it is and well, I am assuming giving birth to the first Human-Cybertronian child would be even more so.”

“You know we’ll have the best doctors in the world for that day,” Alex starts to mold more rectangular boxes as he stacks them up. Meanwhile you have started working on the head. “And if anyone can come out alive out of that it's you.”

He makes a pause and a small laugh escapes from his lips. 

“Besides, didn’t you fuck a 20 feet tall alien robot? You did that and came out fine. Childbirth should be a piece of cake.”

Without any notice, Alex’s mouth is filled with sand. You had thrown him a sand-ball and he started spitting it out and washing his mouth with the remaining water. 

“Hey! It's true!”

“Yes but you didn’t have to say it like that!”

“I don’t blame you, if Arcee would give me the chance, I would hit too–”

You throw more sand at him and he also retaliates. A sandy-battle unleashed as the wind was in your favor. Alex was gentle enough to only attack you below or above your belly. His ‘projectiles’ are extremely small compared to yours and between giggles and laughs, the battle continues until both of your hairs and clothes are covered with sand. 

And then, Alex’s phone begins to ring. 

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“Where is he?”

The sun is still rising. The groundbridge could not stop time. But the time in California and Nevada were the same. 

You run towards Ratchet who is still by the groundbrige system, Alex close by.

“At the top, he is doing better now that I told him you were returning but …” The autobot medic pauses, not finding the right words to describe the situation. “I think you should go and see for yourself.”

You didn’t hesitate and made your way towards the rooftop. Of course, you didn’t run but you moved as fast as your pregnant body could. 

It was a good workout, you were losing your breath as you made your way to the elevator. If you had been in better shape, you would have taken the stairs. 

As you wait to arrive at the top, you could hear the beats of your heart palpitating against your chest. Overthinking is a talent of yours. Many stupid thoughts crossed your head. Thinking that Optimus was too angry at you for leaving the base without permission. You were ready to accept your punishment, whatever that may be. 

Instead, as you arrive at the top of the cliff, there are more questions than answers. 

You find big rocks, with a weight of more than a ton. Two rocks standing vertically and one on top of the two laying horizontally. Like a small house made out of giant rocks, enough space for a single Cybertronian. One that is around 20 feet tall, blue and red that turns into a truck.

Optimus is there but he is too busy spraying dandelions around his small house that he didn’t notice your presence. 

It wasn’t until he turned around that his optics shine in excitement. He almost runs towards but reminds himself to be gentle. Reaching out a servo, you expected him to hold you but he doesn’t he pulls away, using all of his strength to restrain himself. 

“I am glad to see you are safe.”

He says in a soft voice, the relief in his voice is evident and you feel the need to jump into his servos and be embraced by him. But just like him, you stopped yourself from doing so.

“I am glad you are safe too,” you tilted your body a little, your attention directed to the rocks behind. “Ratchet said you were acting … strange.”

Optimus also takes a look at his creation. He wished he could do better but its the best he could do with his limited resources. 

“Yes, you could say so.”

“May I ask, what is going on?”

He has been meaning to tell you but he doesn't know without getting nervous. He didn’t know how you would react. Will you think of him as weird? Disgusting even? But he can’t run away any longer. You are the sword and he is against a dead end with the only option being moving forward.

“Cybertron hasn’t had a sparkling in milenia so to ensure its safety, my processor activated primal codes,” Optimus says. “It makes me do things that may be antiquated.”

Not understanding fully, but if you had to come to a conclusion, Optimus may be going through something similar to animal mating rituals. Which is not so far fetched since Cybertron used to have Predacons before Cybertronians appeared. 

“Is that why you destroyed my chocolate box?”

“Due that we haven’t concluded the Conjunx Ritus, my processor doesn’t consider you as my Conjunx Endura yet, although I consider you my Sparkmate” Optimus blinks multiple times as he only does when he is nervous. “I identified Special Agent Alex’s actions as threatening to steal you and my sparkling.”

“Me?”

“Yes, although those reasons are more … intimate ones.”

Your heart beats faster as the sunlight reflects on his paint-job. He looks beautiful. You once again remember how incredible and extraordinary of an individual he is. There is no one like him in the entire universe and never will. You feel delighted to know that you are in his presence, being able to admire a side not one has seen yet. 

“Oh,” you look away after realizing you had been staring at him for too long.  “And that?”

You point at the rock structure and Optimus optics quickly follow. 

“After you left, I went to look for you at your private quarters,” he kept looking at the rocks and you wonder the struggles he had to go through to carry them to the top. “Not seeing you there activated my Solitude Codes.”

He walks towards the rocks, there are a lot of dandelions. Some of them died. Others are alive. There is some sort of yearning in his optics as if he belongs there. Its a sorrowful yearning, as if he was made to do something that he wishes to not do. Yet, he knows he would be skillful at it. 

“I felt the need to build this.”

“And do what?”

You ask, not wanting to walk closer as you thought that maybe you would be overstepping his boundaries. 

“Wait,” he answers. 

His back faces you. Not being able to see his faceplate, you can only tell how he feels based on his voice box’s tone. He just stands there, looking down. 

“For what?”

“For you to come back.”

He answers so longingly that it makes you almost shed a tear. For a moment, time stops. There is no wind, no sound, no scent, nothing. But just him. As if your entire world had become just him.  

“... And if I didn’t come back?”

He slowly turns to look at you. A soft smile, of  love. There wasn’t any desire in it. It was pure. Genuine. As he is in love with your soul and wishes to spend eternity with the thought of you. With your existence, whatever that was. To be one until the heavens and the earth collide. 

“I would wait until you do.”

And for a second, the Prime no longer was. But just a spark. In his purest form. His faceplates open, he wants to say something but it's lost in words. He had given up so easily. Realizing that he has yet to find the right words to express his love for you. A love so vast that not even the best poets or writers could ever put into paper. 

If he could go back in time and stop himself from becoming a Prime, he would. Because being an archivist would have made him more eloquent, maybe then, he could describe to you a small fraction of his endless adoration. 

“Prime–”

“Guys!” Alex came out of the elevator, screaming and ruining the moment. “Sorry to interrupt but we have a message coming from Megatron!”

He tilts his head outside the elevator, blue eyes staring at the two of you. Noticing that he interrupted a romantic scenario, he just pointed a finger at the two of you. 

“Prime we need you, please make-out quickly!”

And with that, Alex leaves as soon as he appeared. 

“Well, now that you are here, I won’t be using this,” Optimus walks towards you and bends down on one knee. He is still too tall but you appreciate that he tries to see you faceplate to face. Using a servo, he caresses your hair and your soft skin. With so much adoration and devotion. 

  “I don’t have much time but I realized I haven’t thank you yet for carrying my Sparkling.”

He wants to hold you. Craving it. He wishes he could have time to tell you more. To whisper in your ears sweet things. To read to you the most lovely of poems. To just rot in a bed, indulging in nothing but love. 

But he can’t. Not now. 

“Creating a new life with you has been the greatest honor of my life.” 

He stands up, walks past you. Leaving you at a shock, at a state of awe. 

“Now, let us go,” he says. “Some things can’t wait.”

He'll wait until you call him by his first name again.

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A/N: It was fun to write this. Optimus panicking and not understanding the changes he is going through. I think on this he has accepted that he may not win you back but that won't stop him from loving you and his sparkling. Meanwhile you are falling for him all over again.

I wrote this because y'all liked the concept for Counting Stars and supported it a lot! So thank you everyone so much for the support.

This was a one shot and I continued it because there was lots of love but I don't have a certain story-line. To be honest I don't know how to continue it.

For the next chapter (if there is one) I was thinking that Megatron accidentally sends Reader to the Dark Dimension where Reader meets Nemesis Prime. In this dimension, Optimus loses Reader and his Sparkling, transforming him into an evil being.

Meanwhile in Reader's dimension, Optimus is losing it. Slowly spiraling into madness at the thought of never seeing Reader and his Sparkling again. Destroying everything on sight, the Autobots fight to keep Optimus at bay.

The plot would end with Optimus and Nemesis fighting to see who would keep Reader.

That storyline would take around 2-3 chapters and it would conclude this story.

But that is just a thought, I still don't if I'll continue this since I really need to focus on writing the next chapter for 'The Darkest Hour'

And I am currently working on a oneshot bayverse Optimus fic too so please look forward to it!

Again thank you for reading and sorry for any spelling and grammar mistakes.

See You in the next story!

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[writtingcherries]

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.

[scribblecon]

Okay so this is like some headcanons about cybertronians and smells. Like how they might respond to human reader wearing different perfumes and the natural scents cybertronians may have. No specific bot in mind for any of these they’re just general headcanons. I’m turning into a perfume freak this has been on my mind all day lol.

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Humans have a weaker sense of smell, so can’t always pick up on the more subtle aspects of cybertronian scents without forming a strong bond with a bot. Cybertronians, meanwhile, can have a very advanced sense of smell with the ability to adjust the sensitivity of their olfactory sensors at will, even temporarily shutting them down when necessary.

Generally speaking, cybertronians have a metallic, ozonic scent to them, with unique hints of other things unique to the individual bot. Some are a bit earthier while others have a strange alien spiciness to their smell that you can’t really place. Usually, their personal scents are more like pheromones than body odour, practically unnoticeable to humans and only noticed by other cybertronians if their olfactories are cranked to the max with some exceptions. Usually in cases of physical intimacy or heightened emotions, their scent will become stronger and then potentially linger for a while after.

Bots find perfume kind of weird at first. Layering scents over your natural odour is a completely foreign concept to them, some are curious as to why you might do such a thing while others dismiss it as frivolous and silly. If you’re clean why do you need to smell like something other than yourself? Humans can get pretty stinky but you don’t smell bad so why do you spray that stuff on your wrists?

Most cybertronians find gourmand perfumes to be particularly strange smelling due to human food and the smells associated being so alien to them. The same goes for fruity and floral notes. A lot of bots find them overwhelming at best, though some find them exotic or mysterious, the way spicy and incense based fragrances can be for humans.

Those with beast modes tend to be more tolerant of sweeter fragrances with fruity or floral notes, their alt modes giving them slightly more organic leanings by default. Even if they aren’t techno-organic, there’s still an instinctual pull to certain organic scents that they can’t really explain.

On the other hand, bots tend to respond well to fragrances that have smoky or ozonic elements to them, as it’s a bit closer to their own scents. Tobacco, incense and boozy notes can also hold an appeal along with certain earthier notes, depending on the cybertronian.

Regardless of their personal preferences, they’re all fascinated by how the same perfume can smell completely different on a person compared to a sample paper. Explaining skin PH levels and the chemical reactions perfume can have upon skin contact is gonna blow their processors. Maybe certain fragrances that are too strange for your bot on their own settle into something more appealing once you’ve been wearing the scent for half an hour and it’s had a chance to develop? Perhaps even become oddly intoxicating for them, the foreign aromas blending with your natural scent to create something new.

Some more possessive bots might be against you wearing perfume if you’re in a relationship. Being intimate means sharing their scent, essentially marking you as their own. Adding extra fragrances on top of their own scent could be interpreted as a form of rejection, trying to smother their claim on you with something else. It’s one thing if you’re wearing perfume for yourself in private, but going out where others might interact with you when your bot’s scent has been covered up? That’s unacceptable. You belong to them, okay?

Others, if they develop an appreciation for fragrance and learn about layering scents, may encourage you to try different lighter fragrances alongside the scent they’ve marked you with. Turn it into something more a combination of the two of you, rather than simply claiming you as their own. Also, by pushing their personal scent to the background, it prevents you from accidentally broadcasting just how intimate your relationship with your bot is.

[lunatf-ao3]

HEADCANONS ❣︎

❥︎ FETICHES ! ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ

[TFP] Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Starscream, Ultra Magnus, Dreadwing, Predaking /human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, various fetishes, it may be strange

I will play other characters, this was a bit long hehe. I will respond to requests as quickly as possible, ty!!!

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- PREDAKING :

Breeding Kink

Body Odor

Predaking has olfactory sensors unmatched by any species, strong enough to detect human pheromones, and oh boy, the first time he detected yours in his heat cycle, it was like an intense aphrodisiac for him. He can't get hot without smelling your scent, he loves to sniff you all over, especially between your legs and on your neck. They make his spike harden almost immediately and he has involuntary erections for the rest of the days.

Being the only one of his species, his deepest desire is to have offspring, especially after the loss of his siblings to the autobots. Don't even try to ask him to finish outside, he won't do it. As long as he's in heat, he'll use your tight little hole as he sees fit. He makes sure to fill you full of transfluid until you're nice and swollen for him, and if he gets the chance, he'll happily knot you up. Deep down he knows that having offspring with you is totally impossible, but he doesn't care, he'll fuck you like it's possible.

Despite this, he is not a complete brute, he cares for you and treats you like a queen, because you are, you are his queen. He devours you with savage respect. He has everything he needs for you, food, clothes, first aid kit and, to his chagrin, personal grooming stuff. He's not a fan of you bathing, shampoos and soaps make your natural scent disappear for a while, but he doesn't have much choice but to accept it.

Normally his heat lasts only a week, but he makes sure to make the most of it. During that time, you just reek of transfluid and sex. He loves it. His favorite position is when you're underneath him, receiving his spike as if you were made for exactly that. He also loves it when you ride him, making you jump on his spike and see the bulge in your belly.

- DREADWING :

Domestic Kink

Dreadwing is too horny to get things ready, put the pillows on, arrange the sheets, put the lube on the side.... The anticipation is a pleasure that excites more than the sex itself. Well, maybe not as exaggerated, but when it's over, spike is as hard and dripping as it could ever be.

It's a domestic thing, in the realm of the sensual. He makes the bed because that's where he's going to devour you, he sterilizes his body because you'll put your delicate parts there, he prepares the room as if it were an altar of desire. Do you want to do it? NO, it is his duty and only he will do it, he will not allow you, his sweet lover, to be exhausted with something like that.

Besides, it's hard for him to get too excited afterwards. Anticipation has become necessary for sex...

It's not just about order, he will definitely destroy and disorganize everything in the process. He also likes to clean up afterwards, it's a dirty reminder of what happened. His favorite position is the classic missionary, watching your face and the way his spike penetrates you, filling you completely is something she won't miss.

He is sweet but firm, his lunges are accompanied by kisses and his overload never comes before a "Where?". Inside or outside, it's fine with him, inside? That's fine, he loves to fill you with his seed and watch you drain yourself of it. outside? That's fine, it's a treat to see you covered in his cum and clean himself afterwards.

- ULTRA MAGNUS :

Size Difference

Foot Fetish

As stoic as the second in command of the autobots is, he has a special soft spot for how small you are. When you yourself made him realize how easy it was to play with you, to control you, he fell into an endless pit of perversion because, oh my, you are so weak, so vulnerable. He could do with you whatever he wanted with ease. Exploring your little body became an addiction; spreading your legs, lifting you, accommodating you, transporting you, I did it with such ease because you were so.... Tiny. You fit in the palm of his servo and right there he could do anything you wanted to you and you were so happy to receive it.

Every little part was a weight on his processor. Your slender fingers, tracing over the screen of your phone so nimble, so small, so soft, detailed, he could imagine how such a tiny touch would feel on the head of his prick; your cute ass, soft, firm, he wanted to cradle it with his servos; That little nose of yours, tiny, soft, so adorable, how it would feel to squeeze it between his fingers, to see the desperation in your eyes for air, to feel the soft curvature. Every part made him sigh.

Inevitably, it all went to your tiny feet, those cute toes, the rosy quilts, the way you played with them while you were distracted. They were different, they were... Sinful. Almost immediately they became a strange and guilty taste for him. He had to hide too many erections when you decided to rub those little fingers on his panel while he worked sitting down, they were so adorable he wanted to put them all in his mouth.

His favorite position is the classic missionary. He's not a bot particularly inclined to try new things, so he sticks with those two most of the time. He likes to watch his spike struggling to insert itself into your little hole, and the look on your face as he does it, it's dirty. Of course, he also likes it when you rub his spike with your feet, running his entire length to his tip, where the sticky pre-transfluid stains you. Subsequently he may also fill them with transfluid or masturbate with them.

Despite everything, he is a fanatic of cleanliness, he will clean you and your feet with dedication. He investigates everything to give you baths, bathe you himself and leave the room as if the dirtiest things ever happened there. He is dirty on the inside and in the privacy, not on the outside.

- STARSCREAM :

Dominance Kink

Dollification

He turns you into a doll, almost literally. He gets off on the idea of dressing you up, getting you all dolled up, before he destroys you. He chooses and steals the most extravagant lingerie for you, he is an expert in human fashion because of that. Are you going to dress yourself?don't bother trying, he and only he will adorn your little body with the garments. He also makes you up as he can, he paints your lips and cheeks with a soft red, sometimes it's pink, sometimes pastel blues and sometimes he just leaves you as you are.

He loves to have that control over you, he manipulates you at his whim, moving you around, dressing you in this and that, it's.... Just what he needs. It feeds his terrible desire for control and superiority, not that it bothers you much, he doesn't do it all the time, only in sex. Fixing you up can NOT be missed If it doesn't, Starscream doesn't particularly enjoy it.

He loves to dominate you, impose his desires on you and use you as he pleases. It's no secret that the pathetic, greedy and constantly humiliated seeker the last thing he wants is to be inferior in bed. If he can, he will nail you to the bed and order you around like the leader he claims to be deep down inside.

If he is in the mood, he will let you dominate him, but only rarely. He is quite good at being submissive and seems to enjoy it, but don't tell him! It embarrasses him and puts him in a bad mood. He especially likes it when you give him blowjobs before he fucks you, you look gorgeous with your clothes still intact and makeup ready to stir with transfluid. Plus, there he controls your head at his whim, you look so pretty with his spike filling your throat!

His favorite position is against the wall, he crushes you and bangs you there hard. Feeling your legs around his hips, opening you up so nicely to receive his long spike. Makeup runs off your face and clothes end up a mess by the end of the night, reeking of transfluid. It's not something that bothers you, you can steal more after all.

- BULKHEAD :

Food Play

Face sitting

This guy is going to fill you with energon and lick you like his life depends on it. As embarrassing as it is, Bulkhead really likes to coat you in edible things. It was like seasoning a ready-made dessert. He loved the taste of you, but adding energon and oil made it even better.

It makes him embarrassingly horny to see you covered, ready to be devoured by him. The energon thick on your belly, the oil forming a deliciously sinful path to your pelvis, it's going to drive him crazy!!! He'll lick every last bit of your body and then he'll lick you until he leaves you reeking of oral lubricant. In some cases when the two of you get too extravagant, the wrecker is willing to cover you in transfluid and lick it clean off your body.

His favorite position is when you ride him, especially his face! He likes you to dominate him from above, use his intake as you see fit, he will enjoy it. Your taste is like an exquisite delicacy, and seeing your body so close could make him overload right there. Cum in his mouth and he will be the happiest bot for the next few hours. You're like a drug to him.

He is a gentle, overly concerned about getting hurt. He's too careful and the last thing he wants is for you to end up badly because of his clumsiness, even if often all he wants is to lose control. He guides your movements with servos on your hips, making you give him gentle squats and rub you like a little cowgirl on his shank.

- BUMBLEBEE :

Toy Fetish

Bumblebee definitely has a problem with toys. He likes to experiment a lot with his partner, and what better and safer way than with toys? Every day, every night, he has to try something new, oh yes, it's an obsession. He likes everything, dildos, plugs, clamps, harnesses, vibrators, he always gets different things from who knows what place when they are going to do something. He'll put it on you, and of course he's not going to be curious about what it feels like himself, so toys are a shared use.

He's a sweet guy, but he's not above being dirty. He especially likes to try things on you, your expressions with a particularly large plug, or how you squirm between ropes carefully wrapped around you as he turns up the speed of the vibrator inside you. He lays you across his lap, your two holes occupied with a plug and dildo, handcuffs holding your hands together, and a harness that shuts you up before adding a pair of clamps on your nipples and putting his dowel between your thighs. Then, he presses a vibrator on your clit. He... Definitely takes advantage.

His favorite position is doggy style, he can completely sink his shaft inside you, smacking that soft ass so good. The stimulation brings you both to tears. Almost always his overload accompanies your orgasm, bringing them to ecstasy as if it were their destiny. Bumblebee also likes to use your transfluid as a lubricant, so it's not something either of you worry about, store it disgustingly in a jar, it won't rot like human products.

At the end of the night the bed ends up a mess full of fluid mixture where you two sleep without much trouble. Predictably in the morning you wake up sticky and have to clean up the equipment, change most things and clean all the toys for the next use. It's not so bad, especially when the remote control vibrator comes back looking especially tempting to both of you for the rest of the day.

[sw5w]

Tap

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:33:23

[carionto]

Ultimate preparation

There comes a time in every alien's life when a Human asks them this simple question:

"Wanna hang out over the weekend?"

This may seem like a casual, innocent, even good-willed inquiry, but do NOT be fooled. Your life is in danger now.

The safest thing to do is to politely decline using one of the numerous pre-designed excuses:

"I have errands to run."

"My olfactory sensor needs a manual checkup."

"The renovators are coming over then."

"I've contracted gout."

However, due to cultural differences, make sure to consult your local veterinarian for more relevant anecdotes to supplement your avoidance success rate.

For those that feel they have become friends with said Human and cannot reject their offer we strongly advise to read up on every nearby "amusement park" and "thrill ride" avenue and acquire the best safety equipment and life insurance policy.

Next, learn everything you can about the Human who asked you to "hang out." Decipher their mental maturity through everything they post on social media. Analyze any photos they share of times they describe as "fun" and isolate all potential hazards they interact with. Look up their medical history for blunt force traumas and accidents. Surveil their every move and discover how much of a threat they are to others and themselves on a daily basis. Make them fill out the psychological profile survey disguised as a quirky "Which Trek Wars character are you" in the Helpful Resources section.

"Hanging out" with a Human is certain to involve at least one of, typically several, if not all, of the following:

Imbibing toxic/poisonous substances (alcohol, drugs, chocolate)

Extreme physical activity (rock climbing, skiing, yoga)

Psychological stress (theme parks, horror movies, comedy game shows)

Emotional/intellectual damage (talking about their failed relationships, ranting about politics, explaining an OC)

Always ascertain exactly WHAT your Human intends to do during this "hanging out" session. If the answer is vague, and after taking into account everything above, use your best judgement to decide.

But remember - safety first. Not only is your life at risk, but so is the Human's. They can be incredibly empathetic, so if you choose to go along to avoid hurting their feelings, but get hurt yourself during the "hang out", this may result in great emotional harm done to the Human as well, and physical as well if they attempt to save you from the harm they inadvertently put you in.

Be smart, be prepared.

[smallestapplin]

Defensor gets a kiss

Defensor’s wiki made me cry so have this.

Warnings : gn!reader, heavily implied all protectobots have feelings for you. Just short fluff.

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You should be scared when heavy pede steps approach your hiding place, the very hiding place First Aid placed you in before rushing off to counter the cons, but as the ceiling was removed of the abandoned building you are left face to face with one large bot, who looks so relieved to see you’re still okay.

He says your name so softly, carefully he reaches down, placing a servo to the ground silently asking you to step up. Staring at his arm you realize it’s Blades, you almost question if the bot would let you step over him like this, but you don’t find yourself hesitating. You step into the center of his servo, sitting down as he begins to slowly raise you up, smile on his face plate.

“You’re okay! I was so worried the cons had found you, I’m so happy.”

He sounds adorable to you. In all your time with they autobots you don’t think you’ve ever met him, you know he’s a combination of your friends but in his way his own thinking mech, it’s so odd to think about but how can you when he’s looking at you like you hung the moon and stars for him?

He stands up straighter letting the building’s roof go, the rumbling shaking you, you hold on tightly to one of his much larger digits for safety but he is quick to coo at you, bringing his now freed servo to your other side to cup around you for extra security.

“Don’t worry, nothing will hurt you so long as I am still standing.” 

You get the feeling such a sweet mech is completely different on the battlefield, to know the very servos that hold you so lovingly have likely spilt energon just in the name of protecting your planet, you feel special. A fleeting thought of why the team hasn’t split apart comes to mind, though swiftly out of the window when he lifts you higher, careful to set you on his shoulder. His engine(s) purring at the press of your much smaller softer cheek nuzzling against his neck cables.

“Thank you, I know I won’t have to worry about anything with you around, big guy!”

His bright blue optics practically sparkle, widening a fraction but his smile stretches across his face, cheeks dusting a soft blue, barely able to contain his excitement and joy. If there was one thing the protectobots could agree on it was you, the team usually arguing who gets to hang out with you first, who gets to have you, but in this form they all get what they want.

Time with you.

The titan of a mech is careful in his steps, walking slow to not jostle you around too much. With the threats gone he doesn’t have to worry about any harm coming to you, he can finally spend time with you even if now that time is fleeting.

The large mech enjoys this, enjoys the small warmth you give off, your pitiful EM field now pressed against the side of his face allowing him to feel your happiness, letting him know how content you truly are just to be with him like this as he walks back to base.

“Defensor?” 

He already knows what you’re going to ask, he can already feel a handful of conflicting feelings in a silent argument about telling you why he doesn’t just unfuse and travel back to the autobot base that way, true it would be a lot faster, but who would you ride with?

But he smiles at you, stopping just shy of the base as he gently takes you off his shoulder, holding you up to his face plate.

“I’m sorry, I just wanted to spend time with you, it’s not often I get to be like this.”

Despite knowing he can’t stay like this forever, he loves that he gets to spend any amount of time he can with you. The large mech blinks as you stand from your spot, stepping to the edge of his servos before he can warn you about safety, you kiss the tip of his Olfactory Sensor, smiling back at the blushing mech.

“I don’t mind, you’re much too sweet to have a rare appearance like this, it’s always nice to see you.”

His frame is overheating at that alone, steam coming from his helm as he tries to carefully but quickly set you down. Once to the ground you speak once more.

“I hope that’s not starting an argument.” You laugh, it only dies down when you see the apologetic look on his face plate, you let out a loud sigh, “yeah, I should’ve guessed. Proceed.”

You are not at all surprised for him to unfuse, though are surprised when Blades comes in swinging forgetting you are right there to hear him shouting.

“If you cowards aren’t gonna do it, I will!” Just to be marching his way to you, and then tackled by the rest of the team.

Hot Spot covering the flight bot’s intake while the others are all yelling over each other about ... .the kiss you gave defensor? Well, these are your bots, might as well give them all a little smooch to clear it up.

[muletia]

[tfp] obsessed!orion pax x human!reader valveplug, minors don't interact!

based on this delicious ask about orion overloading from inhaling your pheromones and some tags provided by @tom-foolery-incorporated <3

word count: 800

Holding Orion’s helm on both sides, you pull him toward you, feeling no resistance from the startled mech. His faceplate lands against your chest, and you immediately envelop him in warmth, letting him sink into the softness of your human body. The familiar shape of your torso and the rhythmic symphony of your heartbeat give him a sense of comfort and belonging, as if, after a long, exhausting day, he has finally found his way home. Orion lifts his optics to you and smiles in gratitude, though you cannot see the expression.

“I missed you,” you murmur tenderly, pressing a kiss to the top of his helm.

“I am glad that our feelings…” he begins, but his words are abruptly cut off by the sudden, unfamiliar scent flooding his olfactory sensors.

It is sweet, unmistakably yours, yet tainted with something unknown — something he cannot name. Has no time to analyze it before the scent overwhelms him, urging to flee, to pull away before it does irreversible damage to his processor. Escaping should not be a challenge; after all, you are not restraining him, granting him full freedom to move. But the problem is that he hesitates to run.

One breath. Then another. And another. Each inhale draws the scent deeper, seeping into his very core, coating his spark, his tank, until it finally reaches the most sensitive parts of his frame, teasing them mercilessly. It creeps behind his interface panel, wrapping around his spike and valve, luring them into a dance with the desire that consumes him in an instant. Just moments ago, all he had wanted was to hold you close, whispering sweet words in your ear, but now — now, the image of sliding his spike into your tight, burning-hot folds is the only thought left in his processor. The only thing he wants to think about. The only thing he can.

Orion takes another involuntary breath, stress-induced from the sudden onslaught of overwhelming need, and it seals his fate.

“[Name]!” he cries out, voice breaking. His concealed spike spasms, and from its tip, thick strands of pink transfluid spill out, splattering against his panel before slowly dripping downward, seeping into the seams, finding their way out. Some rivulets trail down his thighs, while others pool onto the floor beneath him.

“Orion, did you just come?” you ask bluntly. Watching the way his back arches, his optics roll upward, and listening to the symphony of his stifled moans, you are certain of the answer. You should be surprised — after all, you had barely given him any real stimulation to get him to overload — but you know your partner well enough to have learned just how little he needs to unravel. Still, the meaner part of you, the one that always surfaces when Orion is deliciously pathetic, wants to see undeniable evidence of his overload.

“Move your head. I want to see.”

“Ah!” Orion whimpers. “N-No, do not look,” he pleads, suddenly ashamed of the intensity of his own desperation.

His embarrassment does not last long, though, because Orion does not want to pull away. He does not want to lose this intoxicating sense of helplessness, this loss of control that breathing in your scent grants him. He wants to stay right here, drunk on your sweetness.

You roll your eyes. “Oh, now you’re getting shy? Please, I’ve seen you worse.”

“Mhm,” he mumbles, barely processing your words. He inhales again, this time intentionally, and just like before, your scent floods his body. His still-hard, aching spike throbs, pleading for another overload, and his valve clenches around nothing, echoing the demand. He has no choice but to take in more of your scent, to drown himself in it. He presses himself against you harder, as if trying to meld into your body, rubbing his faceplate against your chest in a desperate chase for another untouched, hands-free climax.

Forgetting his own immense strength, he unwittingly forces you several steps backward, making you struggle to keep your balance.

“Hey!” you yelp, giving him a light, scolding pat on the helm. “I almost fell!”

That, finally, seems to snap him out of it — at least for a moment. Orion lifts his optics to meet yours, guilt flickering in his gaze. “A-apologies,” he murmurs, but his focus does not last long. He immediately buries his faceplate back against you, sensitive olfactory sensors dragging over your torso, trying to provoke another overload.

“Ah! [Name], please, help me!” he whines, his voice raw with need. He has to be inside you. Needs to ground himself, to find something solid to cling to, or else he fears he will completely lose his mind.

You sigh, feigning exasperation. “As you wish, love.” and Orion hurriedly retracts his transfluid-slick interface panel.

[cursed-spectre]

Ai smiles before she's hugging Tera.

"Hi, Mamá."

Then Spectre.

"Hi, Mom."

Then Kiara.

"Hi, Maman."

"Thanks for letting Apollo stay ove—"

Suddenly a blur of grey crashes into Ai's leg, causing the drone to giggle.

"Yes, hello to you too, Drei," she says, crouching down while her tail wags above, the small blue beads clacking together.

Apollo smiles as he finishes his gift, putting it in a small black cardboard box and slipping it in his pocket.

At that. He messages his new best freind.

[SpaceCadet] Would you want to go see a movie with me?

He hummed, did that sound too much like a date? But then again, anything could be a date, and he didn't wanna-

Whoops, he hit send. He flushes bright blue.

Ai takes a break from playing with Tesso when she hears the notification. She takes her phone out and her tail starts wagging as soon as she reads the message, and a smile creeps onto her face.

[AngelAi] Are you asking me out on a date?|

She leans her head back and says, "I should probably stop teasing him." A small dusting of green hits her visor. "I kind of feel bad doing it."

With a nod, she deletes what she had typed, changing it to a new message, and hitting send.

[AngelAi] Absolutely! I'd love to do that.

[AngelAi] Did you have a time in mind?

She starts humming, rocking her body side to side as she awaits his response.

(YESSSSS >:3)

[tinydefector]

Thundercracker rut cycle

Thundercracker x human

Rut cycle masterlist

Word count: 1.9k

Warnings: NSFW, Smut, giant/tiny, praising, sub Thundercracker.

This mech needs so much more with smut fics but gods did I have fun writing him getting treated to some praising.

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The little human from earlier had Thundercracker's full attention. They are peacefully unaware of his burning gaze on them despite the sweet scent that came from their smaller frame, making him nearly snarl with want. His vents hitch slightly each time they shoot him a slight glance.

Venting deeply, the Seeker steadied himself. Fighting a losing battle to purge heated lines each time his frame caught a whiff of their scent, it was truly maddening to him, most times during rut he had Starscream or Skywarp, but as of recently neither of them had the time nor the interest.

"Hello, can I help you?" They call out to him their voice sounds so sinfully sweet to him that his digits dig into his servos as he watches them. They weren't afraid like many others of their species. Thundercracker vented sharply as the sweet scent of the little organic's arousal hit his olfactory sensors. His valve clenched and spike throbbed behind its panels at the alluring smell.

He reigns himself in enough to talk. Leaning down, his optics roved hungrily over the small creature's form. "Hello, fleshling," he rumbled, fans whirring loudly. The seeker cycled several intakes, struggling to override protocols screaming for him to claim a mate, he knew he should go and find one of his Trine or just another Decepticon but he was getting sick of getting sidelined over his needs.

"Your scent, it's very intoxicating" Thundercracker said gruffly. His plating felt too constricting against his frame, everything was screaming at his processor he needed to interface. The seeker loomed closer. They continue to watch him warily but relax slightly. "Oh, um thank you?" They feel rather exacerbated by the strange comment from the cybertronian. Their eyes flick to his vents that cast out loud whines with air as his plating shifts uncomfortably.

"Your species bears no reproductive cycles?" He questions helm tilted, most times all it took was remarking about their scent for Thundercracker to get someone in a berth during his rut, but now he's starting to question if humans actually have cycles. His panelling felt molten.

"Oh no, humans do have a reproductive cycle, we just don't tend to um.. smell it. Sorry you just took me off guard, I was aware that the Ark was on somewhat of a lock down due to your people experiencing some problems" They fluster slightly over saying it.

Leaning closer, the Seeker met their gaze. gritting his denta, as he tries to figure out the best way to broach the subject. "Are you alright, do you need me to get someone?" They ask softly. Thundercracker vented sharply as another wave of their scent washed over him. "Fraggit," he growled, fans whirring into their highest setting.

"I...apologise for my lack of control, it's getting to me. And no I doubt the other would be interested in helping" he vented. They look around for a moment, going quiet. "Close the door and sit down, you have to stay quiet though" they instruct while quickly making sure that they are the only ones in the room. "Do you want help with your problem?" They ask while motioning to his now leaking interface panel.

Thundercracker cycled a heavy ventilation as a whine leaves him, wings flicking at their words. "Primus, yes," the seeker growled, fans whirring loudly. He pressed the button for the door to close with a click, then lowered himself to sit on the floor. His optics burned hungrily as they roved over the human's smaller form.

The seeker cycled several intakes, fans howling as another surge of the organic's scent rolled over sensors. The moment they climb up onto his lap it has the seekers servos wrapping around their waist pulling them flush against his panel.

"Easy big guy, don't want you breaking me" they chuckle trying to make light of the situation. "Gotta be gentle with me, I'm human remember, I'm happy to help but you have to be gentle, tell me what you want pretty mech" they coo softly at him. Running their hands up his plating teasingly. Thundercracker managed to chuckle, though his voice carried a husky edge, betraying his own need.

"Alright, alright, I'll be gentle," he replied, his words laced with a mix of desire and restraint. He knew the importance of control, especially with a fragile being like this one.

They gasp as his servos cup their hips, feeling the way the metal digs into them through their clothing, They look up at him. " Is this alright?" They ask while slowly grinding against him.

The feeling has him nearly moaning as they grind against him. "Yeah, it's... it's more than alright," Thundercracker managed to reply, As they continued their slow, deliberate grinding, Thundercracker felt himself teetering on the edge of restraint. The sensation of their body moving against him, the heat and friction building between them, has groans and heavy vents of air falling from him.

Transfluid slowly leaks from the seams of his interface panel, as he continues to grind them against his heated plating. They gasp when the pink fluid begins to stick to their skin. "Didn't take you as one who liked humans" they chuckle softly,getting more comfortable as they continue to move against him.

"Oh, you have no idea," Thundercracker replied, his voice tinged with a hint of amusement. The pink fluid that now adorned the human's skin and clothing has an almost primal part of the mech wanting to just rip the fabric off them. As he continued to guide them in their movements, the sensation of their bodies moving together sent shivers of pleasure through him. "You humans have your ways of surprising me," Thundercracker remarked, a playful smirk playing on his lips.

"You seem to be handling yourself rather well for being in rut" they tease, playful touches continued to stoke the fire of his arousal. "Well, what can I say? I've had plenty of practice," Thundercracker replied, despite the overwhelming sensations coursing through him, Thundercracker found himself oddly at ease in the human's presence, much more than he would be with Skywarp or Starscream. He didn't feel like he had to put up the Decepticon facade.

"Don't get many chances for release?" They inquire, as Thundercracker begins to trace their body through their shirt, enjoying how soft and delicate they feel. "Though the Decepticons would want their troops in tip top shape " they discard their shirt for him to have more access to their skin.

"Release? Ha! You have no idea," Thundercracker grunted, his voice tinged with a mix of frustration and desire. "Peak condition? Yeah, right," Thundercracker scoffed, his movements growing more urgent as he touched their chest and stomach caressing and admiring. "The Decepticons don't care about our well-being, just our obedience," Thundercracker remarked, his tone laced with bitterness.

"Why do you stay with them then?" They hum as the cool metal of his servos trace down their chest and stomach, a deep hungry growl leaves him as the hormones and pheromones from their body make his own arousal more visible. "Why did I stay with them? It's complicated," Thundercracker began, his voice tinged with a hint of hesitation. The memories of his loyalty to the Decepticons, despite their lack of care for his well-being.

"Starscream and Skywarp are why I stay, they are my trinemates" Thundercracker explained, his movements growing more urgent.They move back enough to pull their pants off, throwing them to the floor and moving back to sit spread across his lap. "Come on pretty mech let me see what you've got hidden here, ill take care of you" Their bold actions sent a surge of desire coursing through Thundercracker's circuits, his systems humming with anticipation as they straddled his lap.

With a deep growl of longing, Thundercracker's interface panel opens his spike surge forth, transfluid leaking from it and down into his lap. "Oh woah" they stutter looking over the details and colours of his spike, the pink transfluid leaking through the ridges of his spike. they run their hands along it while moving closer for Thundercracker to grind against them. "I don't know if that will fit " the state shyly

"I assure you, it will fit just fine," he reassured them, his words carrying a hint of mischief and desire. As he lifts them up, slowly letting them get comfortable as he slowly presses into them. A loud moaned whine leaves them as Thundercracker presses his spike into their tight sex, his servos holding their hips as he grinds his spike deeper.

It is a tight grip and sinful feeling of how tight a human is wrapped around his spike. "Mmm, fuck never thought I'd be fucking a Cybertronian" they mumble thought a shaky breath. Gasping loudly as he thrust and rocks against them, never too rough with his movements.

As he grounds his spike deeper, feeling their body react to the tight grip, Thundercracker couldn't help but let out a low growl of satisfaction. "Mmm, that's it," Thundercracker's voice is a husky whisper, filled with desire. "You feel so good wrapped around me, human. Never thought I'd be indulging in such pleasures with one of your kind," he murmured, his tone laced with a newfound appreciation for the human before him. Despite the general disdain that Decepticons held towards humans and organics, he is rather enjoying himself.

Thundercracker found himself lost in the intoxicating sensations picking up his pace as he leaned back on the floor, wings twitching and stretching each time he tilted in them. feeling their tightness compared to Skywarp and Starscream, Thundercracker couldn't help but be amazed by how different it was, they are so much warmer and softer than a Cybertronian but took just as much of his spike.

"Mmm, you're something else," Thundercracker's voice was filled with admiration and lust. "You take me so well, frag im close," he confessed, his optics flicking off as he begins to buck into them. Their fingers scratch at his plating as Thundercracker growls lowly. He is so close to overloading despite not wanting to, his frame is pent up and this sweet little fleshling has him nearly a puddle on the floor due to how soft they are.

A primal moan escapes his vocalizer as he overloaded, grinding deeper into them as he holds them flush against his frame rutting into them trying to make sure they take as much of his transfluid as possible, little praises leave him as he holds them close. Loud moans leave them as they grip onto his plating as the bright pink fluid begins gushing from them, leaking into Thundercracker's plating and onto the floor. “ fuck..” they whine as they press their forhead to his frame.

“Are you alright?, your not hurt?” Thundercracker begins only for them to press back down onto his spike earning a mix of legitimate mix of words. “I'm more than alright blue but it looks like you need a lot more than just one go” they tease. Feeling how pent up he still is. He goes to move only for them to press a hand to his middle section. “Ah, ah no, I'm not done yet, pretty boy, you and I have some more getting to know each other to do” they coo at him onyk for his thrusters to flick on from their words.

Thundercracker could get used to this, he realises.

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