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[lunatf-ao3]

JUST LOVE ❣︎

[TFP] Dark!Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: toxic dynamics, controlling behavior, jealousy, possessiveness, overprotection, manipulation, captivity

This is part one, the corresponding part number will be next to the title! Hehe

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"Who are you talking to?" Optimus's question comes quickly. It's not unusual, but it makes your stomach churn with nerves. How many times have you heard that question? How many times does it end badly?

As much as you want to, you can't lie to him.

Not to him.

Not when you know the consequences.

"Just a coworker."

He narrows his eyes, and that makes your head start to hurt sooner than expected. "A coworker? Why are you talking to him? What are you talking about? Why does he have your number?"

You know his tone, a false facade of control, crumbling when his touch becomes a little rough.

"Work stuff... He's new, I'm mentoring him, he just had a question. He needs my number because he needs advice."

"A question? is not it too late to ask questions? Why does not he do it during work hours? Why are you mentoring him, is not there anyone else?"

"I don't control that..."

"Give me your phone."

Hesitantly, you hand it over, watching his flat servos receive it as they have many times before.

Of course, there's a normal conversation there, with the first message just a few hours ago. You just had to answer a simple question about your coworker's daily activities.

Nothing strange.

Except for the last message, sent a minute ago.

"Thanks, sweetheart!"

There was a silence that lasted too long for your liking.

"sweetheart, uh..."

You try to speak, but your voice falters almost immediately. Everything was going so well this morning...

"Does he usually call you that?" His optics aren't on you, but on the message, staring intently at the small, simple text.

His fingers tighten around the small device, tense. "That doesn't sound like work."

Your gaze is downcast, your brow furrowed between annoyance, resignation, and nerves.

His optics finally fix on you.

"He is very comfortable. Do you like him calling you that? Are you sure he understands your place, understands that you already belong to someone? Do you understand?"

The accusatory questions overwhelm you, and you don't hesitate to interrupt before it gets worse. "Optimus, we just met today, he's just being friendly."

"Friendly." he repeats, staring at you.

"...I promise."

His optics remain fixed on you for what seems like hours, without response.

"...No more text messages without my supervision." he announces suddenly, turning off your phone and taking it to his chest, where he stores it in his subspace.

Great.

You look down, making a disgruntled face that he notices.

"Do not be sad, my little one." He lifts your face tenderly, caressing your soft cheeks. "I am doing this because I love you." He sighs. "I do not even know why you go to work. I can give you everything; I am everything you need. All you do when you go out is put yourself in danger."

"I'm going to work because I like it." And because it's the only way you can ever leave the base without his constant presence, but you leave that part out.

"I know. But you do not know how much I worry about you. What if something bad happens to you, if you get hurt, if they hurt you? The best thing you could do is stay on base. Here you wjll be safe, all your needs taken care of, always with me. Does not that sound good?"

"I want to keep working." You modulate your tone, now looking at him pleadingly, your voice softer. It's the only way you can half convince him of anything.

He hesitated, thinking about it. It was just one thing, pretty simple, wasn't it? He could continue to allow you that little indulgence for a while longer.

"All right. You can continue going, but I had like to add a couple more conditions."

You hide your discontent. Don't you have enough already?

"Thank you, Optimus."

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✰𝑴𝑨𝑺𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑻✰

𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆 - 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 - 𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄

𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄!

" ♡︎ " = no nsfw

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄:

• HORNY DAY - nsfw

𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

• JUST LOVE - ♡︎

• BIG THINGS 2 - ♡︎

• BIG THINGS 1 - nsfw

• STRESS - nsfw

• NAUGHTY 2 - nsfw

• NAUGHTY 1 - nsfw

𝐌𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍

• SICK CARE - ♡︎

• SAVAGERY - nsfw

• HEAT CYCLE - nsfw

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

• SICK CARE - ♡︎

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓

• DESIRE - nsfw

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊

• YEARN - nsfw

• HEAT CYCLE - nsfw

𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄

• LOVEWAVE - nsfw

𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓/𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍

• DOUBLE LOVE - nsfw

• SIDE BY SIDE - nsfw

𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓/𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

• DOUBLE LOVE - nsfw

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒

• HEADCANONS 1 - nsfw

• HEADCANONS 2 - nsfw

𝐁𝐀𝐘𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄:

𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

• LITTLE REST - nsfw

• SICK CARE - ♡︎

𝐁𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐄

• SICK CARE - ♡︎

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐍𝐄:

𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐗

• SICK CARE - ♡︎

𝐖𝐀𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐘𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐍:

𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

• SICK CARE - ♡︎

𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒:

𝐎𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐄

• HEAT CYCLE - nsfw

• SWEET FEAR - nsfw

𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆1:

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌

• STARSCREAM - ♡︎

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[lunatf-ao3]

I'm so obsessed with your writings! Can I request a smut TFP Soundwave x fem! Human reader please? Bonus if you like to add the tentacle action. 👀

LOVEWAVE ᯾

[TFP] Soundwave/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, tentacles, anal intrusion, oral intrusión

Thank you so much! You've no idea how happy makes me to know that so many people enjoy this little fics. And I'm really, really sorry for answering this SO late.

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"Sound-" You barely manage to utter part of its name before its cables invade your throat, long and uncomfortable, with a slight taste of metal and plastic. You can't do anything to defend yourself, especially when the small claws squeeze your cheeks, gagging you.

On the screen of its visor, you can only see a bright, beating pink heart. Laserbeak had already withdrawn from its chest, predicting the intimate moment since morning, when Soundwave already had its plans for the day laid out.

The wet, flexible rest of the tentacle that silences you runs down your neck, wrapping around you like a snake until your arms are immobilized at your sides, with a particularly warm part on your nipples. It stopped meticulously at your belly, holding your body upright on Soundwave's giant berth.

The second tentacle doesn't hesitate to join in, running down your legs until it reaches your sex, where it rubs slowly, applying just the right amount of sweet pressure to your clitoris.

It reminds you intensely of hentai porn featuring tentacle monsters with minds of their own.

This is probably something similar.

You squirm a little, the stimulating sensation sending spasms through your legs. The divisions that articulate the length feel good, its movement is slow, and the texture of the folds generates enough friction to make you wet like a fountain.

"Sloud-" You stammer an attempt to pronounce its name, but you are soon harassed by the cables that lengthen and invade your mouth rudely. Saliva slides down your chin.

The stimulation on your clit has stopped, but instead you feel it moving away to caress your ass, a languid caress that is too intense for your liking.

But it's not as if you can complain.

The movement is sudden when you feel the wet cables poking your asshole, moving around wildly. The sound of claws closing and retracting alerts you, and in a second you feel the cold tip press against the tight flesh.

The only thing you can do is shudder. A hint of excitement makes your stomach ache, and your face slowly flushes.

Soon it broke through your barrier with ease, invading your tight little channel with familiarity. You can only let out a muffled squeal.

It doesn't hurt too much, but the feeling of invasion makes you shudder. Too thick, pushing its way between your walls like an overwhelming sensation, slow and forceful.

Only when you feel yourself on the edge does it stop, as if it knows exactly where to go in your body. Without rushing, the tentacle began to move, coming out halfway to re-enter just as slowly.

You couldn't see your butt, but the sensation was enough to make your eyes water.

It felt extremely good. Not pleasure, but... satisfaction.

There is a difference. Probably.

When your eyes turn to him again, you can see his spike already out in the open, carefully lubricated. You don't know specifically how many modifications he has made to his body, but you know he definitely did something to his spike.

It was thick, tapering slightly to the tip, like a tentacle.

You like it, you like it a lot, because it's definitely something he would do.

It makes him unique.

As you would imagine, he also has control over that part of his body.

He takes a few steps toward you with an emotion that only you can perceive, manipulating you with his tentacles, bringing you closer until the tip of his spike rubs between your wet lips.

A few stubborn drops had run down your thighs and others had fallen, creating a mess on the floor.

Gently, he penetrated you. His length runs through your insides, acceptable at first, until the thickness begins to fight against your tight entrance.

Soundwave didn't give up, pushing until you bit him and the base was deep inside you.

The sight of the union was extremely pleasing to his hidden optics. Your skin struggling to take him in completely, stretched and taut around him.

He moved only his hips, the rest of his structure motionless as if it were unnecessary. His spike emerges from your overwhelmed sex, ready to reenter with a forceful thrust.

Despite his immobility, he had no problem leaning down to bring his visor to your cheek. You interpret it as a small kiss.

For him, it is.

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LITTLE REST ♡︎

[Bayverse] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, size difference, dub-con

I've been busy lately, but I will to update more again.

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"Calm down," Optimus murmurs softly against your hair, moving his hips in a careless lullaby, with a hint of desperation in his thrusts.

His optics remain closed, silently enjoying the feel of your warm skin, your soft bottom bumping against his pelvic plate, your warm back against his chest, your hair tangling in parts of his face. It wasn't a bother, of course, not when you could barely move in his grip.

Despite the comfort, he doesn't let you escape, resting one of his servos on your belly to push you towards his spike, penetrating you deeply, where your insides accommodate him with difficulty.

Meanwhile, his other servo successfully silences you, large enough for his palm to cage your jaw and mouth, letting your little nose escape between his fingers, which also covered your eyes up to your forehead.

"Calm down..." he repeats, his voice still controlled, his usual depth now accompanied by a more intoxicated tone. He liked to feel your belly move with your heavy breathing, properly filled and overwhelmed by his length.

You were squeezing him so well, being so good to him. No complaints, no struggles, allowing his burning and normally uncomfortable transfluid to seep through that tender organ of yours. Your hands barely cling to him, hugging the wrist that imprisons you in a frivolous plea. Your legs hang limply in his.

His movements did not stop, becoming more intense as the sensation reminded him of stars. He couldn't help but sink into the bunk where he sat, letting his member wander rebelliously between your legs and thighs, seeking to feel something more than his member rearranging your organs inside.

"You are being so good to me, I will l give you a reward, you deserve a reward..." His babbling is distracted, blinded by the overload of sensations in his system. "You treat me so well, little one..."

He hisses, tremblingly caressing one of your nipples with his fingertip, almost weakly. How could he be so careful with your exterior while destroying your interior?

His structure begins to overload, his old vents not doing a good job. It was his fault, he should have done maintenance.

The metal starts to burn your bottom, but that doesn't stop him from leaning over you to push harder.

"Forgive me, forgive me, I promise I will make it up to you later." He tenses, pushing you against him as his overload approaches.

"It's the last round, I promise."

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SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[TFO] Orion Pax/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Laryngitis ?

Still crying cause someone just steal my phone, I feel so bad, my head still hurts. Is already three phones this year haha Im so lucky. The phone I'm using now shuts off out of nowhere, and t keyboard doesn't respond well. Write has become difficult. I really really sorry if this isn't that good, also sorry if I answer requests very late, but I will do it

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"It's okay, it's okay," Orion muttered nervously, looking at your small body in the locker, wrapped in soft materials to simulate a warm nest. You were "sick," as you had called it before your organic vocaliser began to malfunction.

He didn't have many ideas for taking care of your discomfort. You weren't like him; he couldn't just reboot your vocaliser or open you up and replace any faulty parts. Besides, his shift at the mines would start soon, and he would have to leave you alone.

Unless...

No, he couldn't avoid any more shifts; Darkwing had been stalking him more than usual lately.

The situation was completely cornering him.

Looking around, there was no miracle solution in sight. If he didn't fulfil his work shift, he would be punished; if he left you alone, you might not last too long.

His optics returned to you, weak and vulnerable, looking at him with those little shiny balls you had for optics. Your breathing was irregular, you were secreting too much fluid, and your temperature had risen.

He...

He couldn't leave you alone.

He would receive his punishment when the time came, but for now, he had to take care of you!

-

"Hmh," Orion hummed, looking at the few remaining supplies of H2O. He knew it was necessary for you; you used it to hydrate and clean yourself, and right now it would probably help to ease your intake. But getting it wasn't exactly easy.

Occasionally, he could get a little if the giant air purifiers in the city released their cold discharge of steam. But that happened every few cycles, and it wasn't always enough.

Carefully, he brought one of the few remaining buckets of water to your lips, letting you drink the clear liquid. "Are you feeling better?"

Your nod is weak, somewhat tired, but you still manage to give him a smile from your little nest.

Although it's not much, it brings him some relief. His smile didn't fade. He leaned closer to you, with a mischievous look, as if he were about to ask you to join him in a crime.

"Do you want to go outside? There's hardly anyone here, and you look like you're hot." His offer is gentle, enjoying your bright little eyes.

You nod once more, rising as if the mere idea gives you strength. You don't usually get opportunities to go outside, and this, this was absolutely something you weren't going to refuse.

"That's it! This will be fun, I promise. You will be so happy you will get better right away." He takes you in his arms, smiling brightly before gently stroking your hair.

"I promise."

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Can we get a bit of polycule love for Knock Out and Breakdown with a cybertronian!reader? Bonus points if it’s comfort interfacing after the two lose Breakdown and need each other to stay grounded(? I think that’s the term. I’m sorry, English confuses me a bit.)

SIDE BY SIDE

[TFP] Breakdown/Knockout/Cybertronian!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, mild angst ? , polyamory

I disappeared for a few days, sorry!

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"S-Soft." Breakdown's moan was almost a desperate whisper, brimming with supplication and pleasure. His servos cling to your smaller hips, trying in vain to slow your movement on his spike.

"Overstimulated so quickly?"

Knockout, deeply embedded in the valve of the "bigger" one, teased happily, caressing your back from behind.

He was only a few inches away from you, but he still lunged forward to hug you tightly, bouncing you with extra enthusiasm as he rammed harder himself.

"Knoc-" you lose your breath, feeling close, but you don't stop him. Breakdown isn't doing any better, and you can see him slowly losing himself in the stimulation.

His spike throbs inside you, a happy sign of his impending overload.

You cling to one of his larger servos, pulling it away from your hip and intertwining your claws with his thick digits. "Breaky~...!"

You babble, leaning weakly as your overload exploded alongside his and your other lover's.

Your valve squeezes his spike as it swells, filling you with transfluid at the same time as his valve overloaded and Knockout filled you with his own fluid.

The berth was now a sticky, wet mess.

With a sigh, you carefully rise from Breakdown's now-soft spike, draining yourself of his transfluid. Knockout also pulled away, removing her spigot with satisfaction.

"Ah, was not this a good cycle?" she purred, lying down next to Breakdown.

"I think it was." Following her example, you lay down on her other side. "I also think he's dead."

"Uh..." Knockout hummed, looking at Breakdown, who remained half-unconscious. Still, he found the strength to pull them both into an embrace.

"I'm... fine," he murmured, letting out a weak exhale.

You give him a little kiss on the cheek, and the doctor follows your example, joining in a sweet embrace.

"Just rest, big guy. When you get some energy back, we'll go for round two!"

You and Knockout laugh.

-

With the memory still fresh in your processor, you look at Knockout. Breakdown... He became one with the supreme spark under Airachnid's dirty claws.

And now you're alone.

You didn't know how to react to that; the news didn't sit well with you, of course. Breakdown is your conjux; for so long, it's been the three of you. And now...

It's unfair.

Knockout was the first to find out; he couldn't do much more than be surprised and feign indifference. Megatron wouldn't be happy to see him suffer for his comrade.

Soldiers are lost every day in battle, and among the ranks, Breakdown is just one more.

One more.

When he arrived at your shared room, the two of you couldn't resist much with his spark screaming in pain. That was a few cycles ago. Everything feels strange.

You swallow lubricant, leaning between Knockout's neck as you slowly move your hips over his spike.

It took you a while to decide who would receive and who would give; it's difficult for some reason when Breakdown isn't here.

You increase the speed a little. "...How do you feel?"

Knockout sighed, both in pleasure and spite. "We can't do anything."

"..."

"Now it's just you and me." Moving his helmet, he looked at you for a moment, his optics showing an unusual mix of sadness, resignation, and nostalgia.

You don't answer, silently agreeing with him. Now it's just the two of you.

That thought is strangely painful, but not completely lonely. You still had Knockout by your side, and Knockout had you.

Your hips moved harder, drowning his spike deep inside your valve as you embraced him.

The doctor gasped, hugging you back as he wrapped himself around you. Your essence was a good tranquilizer that comforted him.

His own hips responded to the stimulation, thrusting awkwardly as the two of you became a mess.

Though feeling empty, your spark stirred in your chest as Knockout's drew close enough.

You lean in, intertwining his servos with yours.

"Knockout..." you sigh, antifreeze threatening to spill from your optics.

His only response was a soft kiss.

That was enough for you.

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SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[TFP] Megatron/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Isolated fever

...

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Megatron's claws tap impatiently on the armrest of his throne, his optics occasionally turning to your tiny figure in the corner of the room, right next to his recharge berth.

Small, vulnerable, and sweaty. Even from a distance, his sensors could tell that your temperature was high.

You were too far away from him for his liking.

Knockout had said you were sick, according to his brief investigation under Megatron's 'pressure' (threat). He said it was common in humans and not dangerous.

He simply ordered rest and wait.

But Megatron wasn't going to wait.

"Soundwave, report," he growled, claw on his communicator. The response took no more than a click to arrive. He still hadn't gotten anything.

The news frustrated him, but he didn't bother to say anything to his third in command. He trusted that Soundwave was doing everything possible to get the so-called 'medicines' that would speed up your recovery.

He took the time to investigate himself, of course.

"Hm." He gave you another look. You were trembling, muttering things in your sleep. Nightmares, as humans called them?

Finally, he decided to go for you. It took only a few long strides for his claws to gently wrap around you, carrying the sheets that enveloped you along with you.

He laid you down with a gentleness uncharacteristic of him on the left armrest of his throne. "Megatron...?"

Your murmur is weak, tired, and somewhat confused. "Do not waste your energy, weak little human."

You stir, rubbing your face against the sheets to wake yourself up completely. "I don't think I can sleep anymore... I wasn't resting well anyway."

You sit up for a moment, then cover yourself again with the sheets, lying on your back. Your eyes are hot, heavy, and teary.

"Megatron..." You almost sob, too sensitive, too weak. He didn't respond, processing your tone, his spark reacting. "I'm boiling."

"Is that all it takes to make you cry, pathetic human?" He growls with false sarcasm, bringing one of his claws to your cheeks. You cling to him, pressing your hot skin against the cold metal.

He picks you up, carrying you like a piece of glass to his chest. "So weak, a species like yours should not even exist."

You don't respond, finding relief in his cold structure.

"Without a sense of danger, it seems. Fragile and ridiculous. You humans are only good for what you are." He lifted your chin with a gentleness that contrasted with his words. "A pet."

You barely have the energy to sneer. "Liar."

"You dare?"

"I'm hungry," you murmur.

"Huh? So what?"

At his response, you growl pitifully, hugging his badge.

"If you are going to beg, you will have to say it with words, little one."

But you refuse, and the silence stretches on for several minutes.

Until he gives in and a small grape stuck in his claw hits your lips, those fresh grapes he always had for you in case you wanted something. You receive it happily without saying anything, not wanting to provoke him more than necessary.

It doesn't satisfy you, but you still rest your head against him to rest, letting out a heavy, hot sigh.

His presence comforts you a little.

He likes yours too.

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HORNY DAY

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, masturbation, human porn

Really happy with your love! idk why I put that title

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Your hand moves up and down Optimus's spike, traveling the firm length in a wet path from base to tip. Your touch is quick, seeking to touch every sensitive sensor you can.

"Well?" You purr, hugging his side as you look into his eyes, giving him a pleasant view of your small hand masturbating him. "Come on, look a little!"

"No... I do not like it." Optimus growled, staring at the high ceiling and avoiding the vibrating TV on the wall.

You had put on a porn video.

"Come on, it's not that bad! Why?" You insist with a happiness that baffles him. The moans coming from the screen echoed loudly, making him grimace.

"I think it is disrespectful to watch... this." He growled, as you squeezed the warm tip of his length. A few drops of transfluid began to emerge.

"Disrespectful?"

"Disrespectful to you. Besides, I do not want to see another woman, naked specially." His optics, warm, filled with a vulnerability he only allows himself to show you, focus on you while still avoiding the device in front of them.

"I do not want to see anyone but you."

You smile. "You're so sweet!" And you kiss his cheek, increasing the speed of your hand. Optimus moaned, softly and deeply. "But come on~ she looks a little like me. Isn't that exciting?"

At your words, almost against his will, Optimus glanced briefly at the video. Yes, the girl looked a lot like you, thoroughly enjoying two men between her.

And he didn't like that at all.

"It is not exciting to see someone similar to you with a... stranger." He narrowed his eyes, looking back at you.

You kiss him again, sighing. "Understood... But don't you want to try another video?" You play.

"No."

You laugh. "Do you think I disrespected you?" You squeeze, earning a gasp.

"I... No." He murmurs, too weak for his liking, too in love with you. "If this helps you... get excited, I do not have a problem with it."

"...Oh, I love you." You grunt happily, increasing the speed and squeezing with all your strength. The soft metal bends under your small fingers, and the biolights pulse intensely.

"Ah—" Optimus sighs heavily, clutching the sheets. His hips rise, seeking more of your touch, and he feels his tanks slowly filling.

"That is." Pressing your face against his side, you stroke the tip, pressing the small wet crevice, feeling the boiling transfluid on your fingers. The wetness heightened the sensation.

The sight also delights you.

The Prime murmurs your name, sinking deeper into the multiple pillows he's lying on. He's letting you do all the work, and you're doing it very well. "Y-You are going to make me overload."

"So fast." You tease. "You haven't even seen the best video yet."

Optimus growls. "I told you to—"

"Shhhhhhhhh!!! Sh, sh." You hiss dramatically, silencing him with the same hand you were using to work on him.

He could feel his own transfluid in the dermas.

You change the image on the TV, trying to stream something different from your cell phone. "How about... this?" In a second, there was now a video of you and Optimus on the screen.

He raised an optical crest. "When did you record those videos?"

"That doesn't matter. Isn't it better?"

Optimus just sighed, feeling your hand go back to work on him. "It is so much better."

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SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[BAYVERSE] Bumblebee/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Respiratory infection

Is it favoritism to think that all Bayverse characters (except maybe Megatron a little) are ugly, except Optimus? (TLK Optimus doesn’t count. He’s ugly too.) I stand firmly with 2007 Optimus supremacy.

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You cough again. Your throat burns, and even though you're covered with a blanket up to your chin, you still feel cold.

Bumblebee hasn't left your side since you arrived. As soon as you entered the garage, dragging your feet and with a hoarse voice, he turned on the scanners without saying a word.

Now he stands by your side, silent, watching you with the soft lights on his chest and soft music playing in the background, as if trying not to make you uncomfortable.

"Still not eating, huh?" A voice comes over the radio, playful but not mocking. You could say it's taken from a movie.

You don't answer. You just turn your head to one side, looking at the bowl of soup that is still full.

Bee emits a low beep, like a sigh. He moves, picking up the spoon with his servo. He speaks again, this time in a firmer voice:

"You're weak- you need this!" Are two voices.

It's not that you don't know. It's just that the smell of food turns your stomach, and your sore throat doesn't help.

"Just a little," it says now, with a snippet of a song you don't recognize. Then it lowers the visor over its optics, scanning the contents to make sure it's not too hot. It blows on it with a small fan protruding from its wrist.

He looks at you. Waits.

Finally, you open your mouth and accept the spoonful, coughing a little afterwards. Bee stays still, monitoring your reaction, and automatically turns down the volume on the radio.

"Sorry..." you whisper, almost out of breath.

He shakes his head. "Not your fault."

He takes another spoonful.

Little by little, between pauses, small sips, and gestures of patience on his part, he finishes feeding you. When you let your head fall back against the pillow, too tired to continue, he puts the spoon back in its side compartment.

"You did good," a warm male voice murmurs from the speaker.

Then, without warning, he adjusts the headlights until the area around you is bathed in a soft golden hue, and the rest of the room is in deeper shadows. The music changes to something slower, more enveloping. A background neutral enough not to bother you, but present enough not to leave you in complete silence.

You barely register it. You're too exhausted.

Bee extends a servo and adjusts your blanket with his large servos, tucking it under your body with precision.

When your breathing slows, he moves closer, sitting nearby. He touches your forehead without pressure, gauging your temperature by touch. Your cheeks are warm, your nose moist. You cough again, and he leans over to bring you a glass of water.

He stays there.

The golden light continues to beat softly on you, as if breathing with you. The garage remains warm, protected.

And Bee doesn't move, not for a second.

When you think you're dreaming, you hear him whisper softly:

"I will stay right here."

[lunatf-ao3]

SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[TFP] Starscream/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Cold

Yeah, this one flopped a bit

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"Quiet, restless human! You are making me nervous with all that noise."

"Dude, it's just a cold, I'm not going to die. You're exaggerating a little, dramatic."

"Don't you dare call me that!" Starscream snapped, without looking at you. You had been showing symptoms of illness just a few hours earlier, before Starscream returned from a mission with his scouts. It was a common cold, nothing unusual, with a few sneezes here and there, a runny nose, and a sore throat. It would be gone in two days at most.

Well, Starscream didn't see it that way.

His long servos tapped quickly on the holographic screen of the datapad, searching. "Ah... tea," he hummed, as if it were a solution.

"Are you looking for solutions?" you asked in a nasal voice, raising an amused eyebrow before sneezing. That put him on alert.

"You're getting worse, you silly human, you need something fast!" he almost shouted, wrapping a couple more blankets around you, regardless of the other pile that was starting to weigh you down. You say nothing, just sighing through your mouth since your nose is completely blocked, the heat still not overwhelming you.

"Tea isn't going to save me from death."

"Shut up!! You are not going to die." He grumbled. "I will bring your cure-"

"The tea?"

"The cure!!! I will bring your cure and you will be fine!"

You smile. "Thanks for your concern."

"It is not concern!!"

"Stop yelling." You complain without seriousness. "It makes my illness worse."

Surprisingly, he obeyed, muttering to himself. "Just stay here. I will be back. I won't be long."

"You promise?" you ask with childlike playfulness.

".....I promise."

-

"You got here in less than fifteen minutes, dude, wow!"

"Shut up." He muttered, releasing a bunch of tiny tea bags from his subspace. You look at him in shock. That... That was probably a hundred dollars worth of tea.

He ignored you, tearing one open with his claws while grabbing a bottle of water. His claws were clumsy with the tiny bags, but he still managed to get the leaves into the bottle. "All right, now drink it, human, it will make you better. You should be very grateful to me."

He boasted.

And you looked at the bottle without much enthusiasm. You weren't going to drink that, no way. "I think you should have researched how to make tea first. Besides, why the hell did you buy so much?"

"Don't talk to me with such insolence! How else is tea supposed to be 'prepared'?" He asked, without amusement.

"You heat the water, pour it into a cup, and let the tea steep there, without breaking it. We don't drink the leaves, just the essence."

Starscream grumbled. Taking care of you was a pain.

But that wasn't enough to make him tired of you. "Very well."

And with those words, he left for five minutes.

Then he came back, agitated.

He tries too hard for you, man.

"Here's your tea, so now get well!"

You smile, now there was a perfectly prepared tea in front of you. "I... will. Thank you." You will ask him questions later, but for now, you enjoy your tea.

The air commander sighs with relief, watching you drink the miraculous tea. He feigns disinterest, but his servos slowly approach to stroke your head.

If you died from one of your stupid human diseases, he would never forgive himself.

He wouldn't forgive himself either.

[lunatf-ao3]

SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[TFWFC] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: stomach flu

Okay, question: Should I or should not I do more of this? wfc Optimus get so little attention!! Taking the idea that the reader arrived on Cybertron in a similar way as in the fic 3.000 million years in the past. ⁱ'ᵛᵉ ʰᵃᵈ ⁱᵗ ˢᵒ ᶠᵒʳᵍᵒᵗᵗᵉⁿ, ᵇᵘᵗ ⁱ ʷⁱˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗ ⁱᵗ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ!

-

"Your system is rejecting all food. I don't... understand why."

You can't respond immediately, interrupted by a cramp in your stomach. To Optimus's concern, you've been experiencing physical discomfort for a cyclo and thirteen groons.

Honestly, it's driving him crazy.

Your delicate organism rejects the only organic food they have to offer you, expelling it not long after ingestion. He wasn't quite sure what to do. You had assured him that it was "normal," that you were "sick" and had a "stomach virus."

The term was unfamiliar to him, of course, but he really didn't think it was normal for you to forcefully expel the contents of your tanks through your mouth.

He had to admit that it disturbed him quite a bit. He had never seen anything like it.

"And it will continue to do so. The best thing I can do right now is not eat anything, Optimus. You don't have to worry so much, it will pass... I think. I just got intoxicated from eating something weird."

He didn't like the word "intoxicated" at all.

"I don't think it's healthy for you not to eat anything right now. You're expelling your fuel and you don't look well. It's been my fault. I should have made sure to detoxify them." Optimus sighed, looking at the various organic foods in front of him that he had gathered to try to feed you. His optics turned to your face. You were paler than usual and... wet.

"It's not your fault-"

"You are wet." Optimus pointed out, cupping your face between his digits with concern. "You are releasing fluid."

"T-take it easy, it's just sweat. It's not bad, it's natural."

"I'm sorry... I'm worried I can't help you. How do they deal with that back there, on Earth?"

"On Earth..." Or what will be, in the future, many years after the present, this present. You swallow hard, your ship has been difficult to repair without the necessary resources and tools. Not even you can fully explain the anomaly that brought you here.

But for now, you're fine.

...Fine...

"Medicine. But only to speed up recovery or when it gets too serious. Nothing else."

That reassures Optimus a little, who resigns himself to believing you. "All right," he murmurs, putting a couple more blankets around you. It's been too cold lately, and he doesn't want that to make you worse in any way.

An internal reminder popped up on his processor. "Time to drink some water."

You don't say anything, accepting the small makeshift metal container he had made for you. Purified rainwater.

It quenches your thirst. Vomiting so much dehydrates you.

"There you go." Along with his words, he gently wiped your forehead with a small cloth, cleaning up the liquid you were secreting.

At that moment, a wave of nausea hit you.

Optimus didn't hesitate to bring the dented metal you had been vomiting into earlier, holding it for you while... you emptied your tanks.

He held your hair carefully, making sure the tiny strands didn't get in your way.

"Uhh..." You gasped, finally pulling away after you were done. The sheets felt more comfortable when you lay down again.

Optimus silently wiped your mouth.

"Oh, you don't have to do that..."

"It's okay, it's no problem for me. Your comfort makes me happy. Do you want to rest?"

You smile. "Thank you. And yes, I think I'd like to rest now."

He nodded, sitting down next to your little makeshift nest. Even though he didn't have much time, he wanted to keep you company while he could. "...Would you like to hear some stories from Cybertron?"

"absolutely yes."

"Perfect." He stroked your head. "Make yourself comfortable."

[lunatf-ao3]

SICK CARE ☀︎︎

[BAYVERSE] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Flu

Now comes a wave of sick care!!

-

Being cautious, Optimus slowly stirred the small pot of soup before him with a ladle, trying to bring it to the right warmth for you.

The size of the tools was certainly... inconvenient, especially when he could crush them and ruin the food in seconds, just like the first time. He hadn’t expected human cookware to be so delicate beneath his fingers.

So, for now, he remained cautious.

"The soup will be ready soon. I apologize for the delay. I failed in preparing it the first time.

His optics shifted to you, voice heavy with guilt. He had seen you open your eyes, weak and teary beneath the cold cloth he’d placed on your forehead.

"It’s okay, Optimus... You didn’t have to do all this," you murmur, offering him a faint smile. "But it’s kind of funny watching you make soup."

That smile, fragile as it was, warmed his spark in a way he tried not to acknowledge.

He could pretend he was doing this solely out of responsibility, because you were his ward, and you were unwell. But deep down, to his quiet dismay, he knew there was something more.

Something difficult to admit, yet something he had already accepted.

"It is no trouble."

You didn’t respond. The light had started to bother your eyes, so you shut them again. He noticed.

Without a word, he set down the ladle and turned off the row of lights in that section of the room.

His room.

Since your arrival at NEST, sick and fragile, Optimus hadn’t been able to leave you unattended. He had used the excuse of having reports to file, but in truth, he brought you into his quarters and took charge of your care himself.

And now here you were, resting on his berth, wrapped securely in a neat arrangement of sheets he had gathered just for you.

He knew he shouldn't indulge the feeling. But seeing you like this, so defenseless, so small...

He couldn’t help it.

He approached you. The tip of a single digit gently brushed your cheek in a soft, fleeting stroke, following its path until reaching the damp cloth on your forehead.

It had warmed up.

Carefully, he removed it, wrung out the liquid, then dipped it again in fresh cold water and replaced it over your brow.

Then he noticed your nose, it was running. Without hesitation, he retrieved a tissue, pulled out a piece with careful precision, and offered it to you.

"Thank you, Optimus."

You smiled, setting the tissue aside after wiping your nose.

"This is really sweet of you."

"There is no need to thank me."

You laughed softly, enough to make his spark fill.

"How humble."

"...Was that humor?"

"Yeah."

He gave only a quiet nod.

"Your temperature remains elevated," he murmured, before returning his attention to the soup. He stirred it twice, and finally found the temperature adequate.

"Optimus... I’m hungry, but I don’t want soup. I want a hamburger."

He paused.

"A hamburger would only strain your system at the moment. The soup provides warmth, hydration, and the nutrients your body is currently lacking."

"Ah..." you sighed, but didn’t argue further.

Optimus carefully lifted the pot into one servo, along with a spoon, a napkin, and a small bucket, just in case your system rejected the meal.

You looked at him, slightly alarmed.

"It’s... a lot. I think just one bowl would be enough. And, uh aren't you burning yourself?"

"The temperature is low for me. It does not harm me. I assumed this was the standard portion humans consume. I did not anticipate needing a bowl."

"We do eat this much, but in parts. It’s okay, you don’t have to bring a bowl. I will just take spoonfuls straight from it."

Optimus nodded, watching as you weakly tried to sit up.

You pressed the cloth against your forehead, trying to keep it in place.

Then reached for a spoon... and failed. Your hands felt wrong, your fingers too stiff and unfamiliar. Too heavy. Too uncomfortable.

And the steam from the soup, it stung your face. It was too much.

You let go of the spoon.

"I can’t."

A bit taken aback, Optimus looked at you, concerned.

Caring for a human... was more complex than expected.

"May I assist you?"

"Huh?"

"May I feed you? If you will allow it."

"You really don’t have to."

"It is no burden."

He raised a spoonful carefully.

"Please. Allow me."

"Uh... alright."

-

"I regret if I have caused you discomfort."

The familiar apology passed quietly through the room’s cool air. Optimus was methodically arranging the small place where you would sleep, laying out the sheets and pillows with the care of someone preparing a bed for royalty.

"You don’t have to apologize so much... I’m not uncomfortable. You’ve done a lot for me today."

Your voice was softer now, fading behind a yawn that made him pick up the pace.

You waited patiently at the side.

The Autobot leader had fed you, like a baby. The thought was strange, sure... but not unpleasant.

In fact, you liked it. You really liked the care he was giving you.

Optimus’s soup was very good.

Made for you. Just for you.

It made you feel special.

Without warning, Optimus gently picked you up and placed you in the carefully made nest of fresh blankets. The relief of it, so soft, so warm, only made your body feel heavier with sleep.

You snuggled into the layers while your guardian dropped a few pills into the tip of his servo. "Open."

You obeyed, letting him place the pale pills on your tongue. The taste was immediate and unpleasant. But Optimus quickly brought a glass of water to your hands.

You drank, then handed it back in the comfort of silence.

He set the glass aside, securing it on a shelf.

Lights dimmed throughout the room.

And you knew... your tired brain needed to shut down.

"Optimus" you called softly a last time. "...Thank you."

"...Rest now, little one."

You didn’t resist. You closed your eyes and let yourself sink into sleep’s deep embrace.

He hoped you wouldn’t have nightmares.

-

"Hm...?"

You hummed with sleepy confusion. Did you hear something?

You were still too tired.

Keep sleeping, it’s still early. You could see the faint blue of morning slipping in through a small vent.

Perfect time to keep dreaming.

You adjusted on the pillow, hugging the cold side.

And gave one last glance around the room.

There was a hamburger on the table.

[lunatf-ao3]

oooh what starscream figure is it??

STARSCREAM

[G1] Starscream & Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Tiny-starscream

It is from the Yolopark line! A mini G1 Starscream, I adore it 🤭 It made me think of this silly write!

-

Well, at first you found it in your backyard, a small metal airplane. It was heavy and quite detailed, with only a couple of dents. You thought you could sell it for a few bucks as a quality keychain or something. You had no idea how it got to your house, but you didn't think anything of it.

Until it transformed. Into a little shitty robot that shot you in the arm and left a painfully deep mark.

It's called 'Starscream', 'second in command' of the Deceptions or something like that, and a 'powerful Cybertronian' waging war with blah, blah, blah.

Honestly, you couldn't take it very seriously with that size. It was as if a little toy had come to life, but you could tell it certainly wasn't a conventional "robot."

The first few days he focused on "escaping," which you didn't object to. It was definitely not something he could accomplish, he was grumbling something about his systems being damaged along with his wings and communication systems.

Soon, he realized he couldn't get back to "the nemesis" without help. And he decided, without bothering to consult you, that he was going to stay with you.

So now you're preparing a damn oil bath for him to, according to him, relieve his systems and maintain his joints.

"Come on, bro, I've bought like three different oils and you don't like any of them."

"Do not speak to me with such insolence, insignificant human. Unlike your poor species, my structure needs much more... meticulous care. Do not expect it to work with cheap oil or water."

"Demanding."

"Just obey, inferior creature."

You roll your eyes, amused, but you let him analyze the next oil. The cheapest one, actually, so you don't have high hopes.

"Hm... Acceptable. Had found something worthy, use it!"

Curious. You smile, obeying. "At your command, great lord Starscream." Your words are playful. Somehow, you knew he liked being called that. He just smiles half-heartedly, clearly pleased, but trying to maintain his composure. You pour the oil into an old bowl (which you had to clean thoroughly under his orders) until it is half full.

"Like this?"

"Hm, perfect. Now leave me alone."

"What if you drown?"

"I won't 'drown,' brainless organic! I do not even breathe, so leave me alone!"

"Fine, fine, I'm leaving."

-

"So now you want me to clean you?"

"Just dry me off! There are parts I cannot reach. Feel honored to be able to do something like this for me, lowly servant."

"I could kick you out of my house if I wanted to, stop treating me badly."

"Silence! Even if you 'kick me out,' I do not need you, I will continue my cycle perfectly well without your useless care."

"Fine, whatever you say. Dry yourself." About to leave, Starscream gets nervous.

"Hey!... You- Human! Come back here, I command you!"

"Huh, I thought you didn't need my care?"

"...I am being lenient. I am giving you the opportunity to... To serve me, be grateful. So I order you to come here right now."

"And if I don't?"

Starscream was speechless for a moment, he really didn't expect that. "Well... You will regret it! Because when my structure collapses due to lack of maintenance, you will be to blame! You... do it well, that ks why I allow you to. So come, and finish what you started, useless human..."

You smile, that's a strange way to ask for things. "Ah, okay, maybe I'll be merciful today."

You can see the indignation on his face as you take the small rag.

The rest of the cleaning is filled with insults and reproaches.

Bonus:

[lunatf-ao3]

We need more tfp 2.0 optimus, maybe not smut but cuddle 😔💔

BIG THINGS² ❤︎

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: ...

Sorry for the slow update, I've been a bit sick lately

Buttttt, I got myself a Starscream, and I'm so happpy kkkkkkk, It is actually my first figure ever. Honestly, I had to save up quite a bit to be able to buy it. ITS SO CUTE, I LOVE IT SO. I'll probably post(idk) it because I can't get over having it omg I'm so happy idc if its tiny

-

You lie down on his chest without asking.

He's half reclining, resting, and you just climb on top. You use his body as if it were any other bed, as if it didn't weigh tons or could accidentally crush you.

He says nothing.

His arm rests on your body immediately. Firm, but not tight. It doesn't look like he's going to move.

"uncomfortable?" you ask, your face against his chest.

"No."

Dry. As always, without trying to reject you, he's just tired.

You take a deep breath. He's warmer than usual. The new body makes him vibrate more strongly, and you can feel every pulse through his spark. His size envelops you without trying.

"You are more... comfortable now."

He doesn't answer.

You try to get comfortable with more fervor, he doesn't stop you. You wriggle and growl, getting under the plates that he gently pulls you out from under and scratching your back with some sharp parts around there.

"You dont even look at me," you murmur.

"I know you are there."

"I thought you'd be more concerned about where I'll be in this much larger body."

"I do not have to watch over something I already have under control."

The humming under your body continues. You hear it in your lungs, feel it in your teeth. It's constant. The heat keeps rising. And it's not because of the environment.

"Are you regulating the temperature on purpose?"

"Your body loses heat when you sleep. It's a technical adjustment."

"Of course."

You settle in more comfortably, not questioning it. He says nothing. He just keeps his hand on your waist, his thumb tracing the line of your back almost automatically.

You let yourself go. His plates are hard, the sound of his mechanisms isn't so intrusive, and there's no tension in his movements. Nothing aggressive. Just firmness, presence, something that won't break even if you try.

"You should rest for a while," you murmur.

"I am resting."

"You look too active for that."

Silence.

"I will recharge."

"How obedient!"

Optimus just grunted, almost a hum. "Yes."

- - -

Part 1

[lunatf-ao3]

Can I request some hot hate sex with Ratchet and a human reader please? 🙏😩

DESIRE ᯾

[TFP] Ratchet/Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: Nsfw, hate sex, rough sex, spank, masochism ?

Sorry if it's repetitive, but if it's not a character from a specific series or movie, I will probably always put the character as tfp! hehe

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Breathing heavily, you writhe against the sheets, immobilized under Ratchet's thrusts, who places a firm servo on your back to keep you from moving.

His thrusts are strong and disorganized, reddening your buttocks as the metal collides with your soft skin. "You selfish little brat, you destroy the base as if it were a sport."

You only respond with a moan, feeling his shaft plowing through your insides with little or no care. His tip hits your spots with familiar ease, sliding in and out with difficulty as you try with all your might to keep your butt up.

The old doctor just rolled his eyes, not even trying to help you with that. "And who's going to deal with your messes? Me! Because you don't even take care of it and I have to work."

He slapped you, increasing the speed of his thrusts until he heard you scream. He leaned over, forcing you to bend over backwards and press your pussy against his handle. "Nothing to say?"

You swallow, moving your hips inevitably in search of more friction. "You... Eh" well, you can't think of anything. "You're an idiot as if it were a sport."

Ratchet grumbled, raising a servo to spank you again before you could escape his grip. The sudden emptiness inside you made you moan as his still-hard shaft withdrew, but you still threw yourself face-up on the sheets.

"You're too bitter." You hummed with amusement, spreading your legs to give him a nice view of your dilated, wet hole, dripping onto the berth.

"You are too relaxed." Ratchet grumbled, grabbing your thighs. "Just shut up."

"Shut me up."

"I will." He growled and dragged you until he was aligned with your entrance once more. The thick, throbbing metal settled between your lips, sharing the growing wetness that spread to your belly, where the tip dripped transfluid. His spike was hot, stimulating your swollen clit. " I will shut you up."

His grip changed, wrapping both servos around your waist before penetrating you, slowly and deeply.

His rhythm quickened, pounding your pussy firmly again. His expression is annoyed, still quite bitter, as is common for him, but you can see the oil dripping from his face. The berth beneath you moves with the same force, and you begin to feel overwhelmed.

Your smaller hands cling to his, your fingers arched on the metal. Your breasts move to the rhythm of the bounce, and you clench your teeth.

"Shit, shit, shit—" you gasp, the pleasure making you shed a few tears and drool. "I'm close."

Ratchet snorted. "I should not let you be." With a grunt, he slows down until he's barely moving. "Are you going to clean up?"

"Ratchet..." You growl.

"Are you going to CLEAN UP?"

"No!"

"Well, then you are not going to overload!"

"That's not fair!"

Ratchet leaned over, looking at you almost with hatred. "What's unfair is what you did to the base! For the sixth time! You're driving me crazy every day, human."

You let out a pitiful whimper, trying to move your butt to get something, but the old doctor held you in place. "Ugh... Fine!"

Ratchet almost smiled victoriously, but he kept his expression, and his thrusts resumed.

He was close too.

[lunatf-ao3]

If I might request… perhaps some Wheeljack “I missed you (it’s been a good hundred years)” makeup sex with his cybertronian!reader lover?

YEARN ఌ︎

[TFO] Wheeljack/Cybertronian!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, fluff and smut

Here is it. Sorry if it's a bit short!

-

Sweet gasps mingle with the wet sound of lubricant and metal clinking together in a soft tinkling. The spongy material of some tarps muffles the normally loud sounds, transforming the atmosphere into a silent intimacy and enveloping you in its softness.

"I missed you," Wheeljack says for the hundredth time, leaving a trail of soft kisses on your face. "I missed you so much, I thought..."

He exhales, sinking a little harder into your valve as he hugs you. His hips move at a slow, steady pace, holding one of your legs as your lover leans toward you. His servos gripped yours tightly, almost afraid that if he let go, you would disappear again.

"I thought you had joined the Allá Spark," he finished, bringing one of your servos to his dermas.

You swallow, feeling the rub of his spike inside you, stretching you and filling you with a distant familiarity. "I missed you too, very, very much."

Your words encourage Wheeljack, who speeds up a little as he captures your dermis in a sweet and rough kiss. One of his servos moves away from yours, running over your structure with melancholy.

He felt your armor; it had changed since the last time he saw you. Some parts were gone, and there were others he didn't recognize. His touch was gentle, reaching your valve, where he lazily rubbed the shiny node.

He silenced your moan, thrusting his glossa deep into your intake. He could feel you tightening around him, your legs imprisoning him with passion.

He had definitely missed having you all to himself.

He broke the kiss when his own overload threatened to explode, picking up speed and causing your body to bounce against his.

"I'd be surprised if you didn't miss a wrecker like me," he joked, kissing your forehead. His spike hit your valve with more energy, colliding with the hard rubber lips.

"I'd be surprised too," you played along, feeling a little dizzy. "...Please fill me up."

Wheeljack didn't hesitate to obey, giving you one last push as he released a good load of thick strands of transfluid into your gestation chamber. "I saved it all for you."

You gladly receive it, falling backward to be held by his arms as your fluids trickled down.

Wheeljack embraced you, sheltering you in him, and sheltering himself in you. "I really missed you..."

"From now on you're never going to leave me alone again."

"Ah, that sounds like a good deal to me."

"So, deal?"

"Deal!"

[lunatf-ao3]

I just wanted to say I’m a big fan of your writing! It’s sooo good ! And I also wanted to request threesome with ratchet, Optimus and cybertronian!reader if you are comfy with that ? Maybe someone catching them :P

DOUBLE LOVE

[TFP] Optimus Prime/Ratchet/Cybertronian!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, threesome, polyamory

I love these two! Tysm!! It seriously makes me happy to know that you enjoy my writing! sorry for taking so long!

I need more guys ;}

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"Careful, if you keep writhing like that, the berth will break."

Ratchet warns between deep gasps, refusing to give you a chance to respond as he pushes his thick length into your mouth.

Meanwhile, your berth creaks under your weight and Optimus's, who merely lets out a heavy sigh as you dance on his hips, receiving his spike. His servos gently wrap around your hips, following your movements as he squeezes gently. His bright optics remain closed, with his optical ridges down, enjoying your tight valve in silence.

His feet remain on the floor, as he stands at the edge of the berth. It's a comfortable position for all three of you, or at least for Optimus and you. Ratchet stands in front of you both, but he doesn't complain; it's a sight that makes him hard.

You feel happily full, your valve tightly enveloping the length of your leader, while your intake struggles to accommodate the thickness of your other lover.

And what a sweet position! You are so vulnerable to both of them, so available, so cute. Ratchet's caresses are rough but sweet, similar to Optimus's.

"..Optimus, it will break," Ratchet growled once more, watching Optimus move your hips forcefully and the bed supports creak.

"The berths are sturdy," Optimus simply said, panting a little harder. Ratchet just snorted, taking out his annoyance on your mouth. His servo pushes your helmet with controlled force. The thick metal forces your systems to stretch and try to accommodate it in your small, wet cave. You feel the slightly bitter taste of transfluid drops sliding into your tank.

Optimus, meanwhile, keeps you impaled on his long erection, firmly rubbing the sweet spots of your channels. Long strands of your juices stain his pelvic plate, sliding onto the bed. You are so tight for him, or maybe he is so big for you, either way, you feel so good. So sweetly delicious for him.

His fans release warm steam, feeling your walls squeeze him in a vague warning of your overload.

"Nhg... ah..." Oh, he wants nothing more than to fill you with his transfluid and make you the bearer of some sparklings.

The mere thought makes him growl and speed up, seeking to empty his tanks into your gestation chamber. Ratchet follows suit and pushes you harder, causing you to shed a few tears of oil in the process.

The berth creaks under the movement beneath you, much louder than before. The sounds mix with the wet thrusting and metal against metal. You feel the hot rear end, chipping the paint there, and your mouth somewhat bitter, tasting the transfluid.

Your own overload approaches quickly, filling you with the sensation of your tanks preparing to drain. You move desperately, clinging to Ratchet as you suck hard and give Optimus a few thrusts, which he receives with pleasure.

The grip of both old bots tightened at the same time.

Optimus lets out a gasp when he finally releases himself inside you, feeling the All Spark touch. Just like Ratchet, who fills your mouth with the shiny transfluid.

That's before the berth gives way under the weight, taking you and Optimus down with it.

Optimus held you in shock, still keeping his spike inside you while Ratchet finished on your face and chassis.

Your chin releases some mixed oral lubricant and transfluid, the scene a beautifully disastrous setting.

You can't even react as the door, which you forgot to lock, opens, revealing a concerned Bumblebee. His blue optics move with a speed worthy of fear before shuddering.

Letting out a few beeps, he ran off.

Bumblebee is now disturbed and potentially traumatized.