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You’re Mine. Say It.

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TFP Megatron x Reader

How the hell did I end up like this? You arch your back. You bit your lip trying to suppress a moan. You felt his tongue slide against your neck. You yelped when he bit down. Not hard enough to make you bleed, but enough to make you feel it. You wanted to hit him. Punch him. It wouldn't do anything. It would hurt you more than it would him, but at this point, you wouldn't care. You gasp when he presses harshly against your clit. You could feel the tears prick against my eyes. You buck your hips. Trying to get more friction, tired from the teasing and edging.

He could feel you grip his arm tightly. Trying to decide if you want to try to pull him away or more into you. He has been at this for breems. He would have you face down and take you for himself. Not letting you overload for each round till you finally give up. To say one simple sentence. That you're his. Instead, he finds this much more enjoyable, torturing you with small touches. His thumb presses against your node, feeling you buck against him and grip his arm. "Please. Just...fuck me already."

You could hear him laugh at your comment. You're at your limit. You're so pent up that it hurts. Your whole body hurts. You already feel worse having to beg, but you're not saying what he wants. You're not his. You'll never be his. He lifts his head to look at you. Using his other hand to grab your chin, his finger is dangerously close to your eyes. You ignore it. You glare at him, eyebrows furrowed at his smirk. You wanted to spit at his face. Maybe that's how you'll get him to do what you want, he always angry fucks you when you piss him off.

"And why would I do that? You think your begging will get what you want? Just thinking about makes it more amusing." He smirks. No matter how much you glare at him, it always riles him up. Half the time, he just enjoys your little mad face. He curls his fingers, pressing his thumb against your node at the same time, making you arch your back and moan. "What's the matter, pet? Something bothering you?" He leans closer till you're eye-to-eye, inches away from each other.

You spat on him. It took him a couple of seconds to process what had just happened. What you just did. He growls and slams your head against the berth. Not enough to hurt you, but enough to warn you. He pulls his digits out. Using that same hand to pull your leg up on his shoulders. He buries his spike deep in you. Thrusting harshly into you. You moan loudly against his hand, aching your back. He grabs your hips tightly, making you meet his thrust.

You could feel all the pent-up energy disappear instantly. You knew he would angry-fucking you after spitting on him. You gasp into his hand when he changes angles. You could feel yourself start to come apart, until he suddenly pulls out. He moves his hand from your mouth to your throat, choking you. "You think you have permission to overload. Think again." He snarls. You grab his wrist with your hand. He's not choking, but putting enough pressure that it's harder to breathe. "You're mine. Say it." You bit your lip. "Don't stop. Please."

He growls. He buries his spike again, thrusting deep into your heat. You gasp. He could feel you tightening up already. He stops completely, making you cry out in frustration. "Say it." He snarls. He tightened his grip, making you whimper. "I'm...yours. Please, just fuck me." He starts moving his hips, but slowly, making you shiver. "Again." He growls.

What's up, reader! I just opened up the Ask me a question thing. I hope you can see it, or if it's there at all. I don't know how to work it, but if it does work for y'all. Please request whom you want me to write. I'm still reading Transformers and watching Transformers shows. There's a lot I need to catch up on, and I got the Skybound comic. I already read it, so I'm just waiting for the new release. I'm so excited.

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More Than Metal

Not Just Safe—See - Pt 3

TFP Optimus x Reader

It's been a couple of weeks since you've been stuck with the Autobots. Optimus Prime. The bot who had saved you and, for some reason, who's very hot, told you that you couldn't go back home since the Decepticons knew that you had personal contact with them. Therefore, for your safety, it is best to stay here with them. Not only that, Agent Fowler, a friend of theirs who works with the government, has taken care of everything about my personal life and connections. You basically moved into the Autobot base. How fun. Everyone is pretty cool, except for Ratchet, the medic. He doesn't seem fawned over you at all. He's pretty bitchy towards you, but Optimus said to not worry about him and he's still adjusting to humans being on base. You couldn't care less. It's not that you wanted to move in here. It just happens that you're forced to live here.

You asked a lot of questions about the Autobots to the teenagers who are always coming to the base, and you figured out their names were Raf, Jack, and Miko. They seemed pretty cool, and they seem to like you. What surprises you is that they like you because you're not bossy or trying to 'ruin' their fun, said Miko. You didn't care. You were always the cool Aunt to your nieces and nephews. You enjoyed the games Miko and Jack will bring when you're bored, and you enjoyed listening to Raf rant about any nerdy stuff he was into.

Optimus Prime. If you had to describe him, he's very laid back for being the boss of the Autobots, but has the whole world on his shoulders. You wonder if he could get a massage or something because you bet he has a lot of unwanted knots on his shoulders from all the stress he's been under. He seems to be always worrying about your well-being. Apparently, being almost killed by the Decepticons made him more stressed and clingy to you. You don't mind him being worried. He just pushed it a little too far. Always forcing you to get checkups from Ratchet, who looks like he's done with these checkups like you do. But you don't want to make him upset because he did save you, and he's just worried.

You sat on the couch with your feet up on the little coffee table. You watch as Miko and Jack play another game, just for Jack to win, again. You smiled as Miko groaned in despair. You want to tell her that she actually sucks at video games. You can't play video games well, but even you can beat her; not everyone is born to be good at video games. You heard some steps come from one of the hallways in the base. You looked over to see Optimus, the savior bot. Ever since you gave him that nickname, he has always gotten flustered from it. It's adorable. "What's up, savior bot?" You called him. He stopped in his tracks and looked away for a second before acknowledging you. "Good afternoon, how was your day today?" He said, bowing his head a little. You shrugged your shoulders. "It's alright. Just hanging out with the trio." Pointing at Jack, Miko, and Raf. Optimus nodded.

He watched as you went back to watching Jack and Miko playing, cheering on Miko to win. He smiled at this. He's glad that you found comfort with the children, but he feels bad for having you trapped in here. If he could, he would gladly take you back to your home. Your family. However, he knows that would put you at risk. He can't be responsible for another death, a human death, because of making the wrong decision.

"Little one?" You turn your head to see Optimus calling you. You found it funny that he came up with a nickname for you, too, after you gave him a nickname. But, you wonder why 'little one?' Your guess is because you're very little compared to him, which is understandable, but it hurts your pride knowing you're tiny compared to him. "Yes?" You tilt your head a little, acknowledging him. He looked hesitant for a second. "Do...Do you wish to leave?" You raised your eyebrow. "What do you mean by that? Do I want to leave the base?" He nodded. I thought for a second. There's no doubt that I have thought about it, but I got so comfortable here that I stopped thinking about it. Not only that, it would be a pain in the ass trying to move all of my stuff out of the base. "I won't lie to you, but at first, yeah, I did want to leave. I was just confused about what was going on, and everything was going so fast that I couldn't think. But now that I've settled down. I don't want to leave. It's actually pretty quiet for how hectic it is here, but I would choose this place over any other place. Also, it would be a pain to gather all of my stuff to leave. So, to answer your question, no, I don't want to leave."

He was surprised by your answer. Although you did answer that you wanted to leave at first, now you want to stay. "Why?" He found himself saying without thinking. "Because...Everyone is so nice to each other that I forgot what that feels like. Also, if you haven't realized, I've been trying to help out as much as I can. To repay for your kindness. I owe you my life. If you haven't been there, I don't think I would be alive today. So, thank you." You smiled. Another response he wasn't expecting, you were full of surprises and mysterious. Is this what Ratchet means by how humans are unexpected? He smiled. "No. Thank you, little one." You raise your eyebrow, not understanding his meaning. He chuckled lightly and rubbed the top of your head with his digit. You don't realize your present made him feel at home for the first time. Something he had longed for a long time, ever since Cybertron fell. He’ll make sure nothing ever harms you.

Pervious

I got cookies with my cat's face on them. I thought they were hilarious, especially the photos I chose for them.

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Bound by Rust and Memory

Stalked by Silence - Pt 4

TFP Megatron x Reader

You sigh and switch your head to the other side and place it on your knees. You could feel Megatron's eyes staring at you. You curled up in a tighter ball. You wanted to yell at him for staring at you, but you thought otherwise. You could tell that he's still mad at you for your last stunt or argument you had with him. You're surprised you're still alive. You thought for sure you were going to be killed by him, squished by him. You would rather jump off this stupid desk than be squished by him. It would be easier and painless. You think.

You heard him start to growl at you, but you kept ignoring him. You figured out that he hates being ignored. Maybe if you ignore him long enough, he will leave you alone. Do something else and forget about you. You tuck your face into your arm so you can try to avoid his eyes. Not only that, to block out the lights. He never sleeps. You rarely see him sleeping. Why have a bed if you're not going to sleep? That's wasted materials. You could feel your eyes begin to shut. The lack of sleep was getting to you, but you tried to stay awake. You can't let your guard down. If you do, you don't know what he'll do to you.

He could see you begin to fall asleep, but refused to do so. Why are you so reluctant to sleep? Is it because he's not sleeping or afraid that he's going to do something while you're asleep? That's absurd. He's been sitting on this chair for the past couple of breems. Not only that, you’re refusing to look at him. It’s driving him insane. Has anyone taught you any respect, or are you doing this to annoy him? Well, if you are, you certainly have.

“Pet.” He growled. He saw you flinch, but refused to lift up your head and look at him. He growled. He stood up and walked towards you. He saw that you curled up in a tighter ball, as if that would save you. He used the tip of his sharp digit and lifted your head, gently enough not to cut you. You hitch and go still, looking at him with fearful eyes. He smiled when your face changed into a glare. “What do you want?” You growled, breathing sharply. You lift your head slightly to try to get his digit off your neck. He followed your movement. His digit is staying on your throat.

You grit your teeth. He's messing with you. He's not hurting you, but it won't be long before he does. Why can't he leave you alone? At this point, you wouldn't even care if he threw you off the ship. You just want him out of your life. "What do you want?" You repeated your question. He narrowed his eyes. "I want to know why you're ignoring me. It's rude to ignore someone who is speaking to you." He snarled. You grabbed his finger and tried to pull it down from your neck, but it didn't budge. You could feel sweat coming down your forehead. "I'm acknowledging you now, and we weren't even talking before, so is it really me ignoring you. Also, maybe you could stop staring at me. It's creepy. Do you stare at other people? Maybe that's why they don't talk to you." He snarled at you and pointed his finger deeper into your throat. You froze. You wouldn't be surprised if he pricked your skin and started bleeding.

How dare you talk to him like that? You don't know when to be quiet. Maybe he should teach you how to be quiet and learn to be respectful. Apparently, this stupid planet didn't teach you how to be respectful. "I should cut out your glossa for speaking to me like that." He snarled. You gave him a confused look. He felt your swallow hard against his digit. "My what?" He sneers at you. How can humans be such incompetent beings? They really don't know anything. He used his other digit to pry your mouth open and pressed on your glossa, not enough to make you bleed. He wasn't surprised when you bit down hard on his digit. He pushes your mouth open with his other digit, removing his digit from your throat, holding your jaw. "This. This is what I'll remove from you if you keep talking to me with disrespect."

You glared at him. You grabbed his hand, trying to remove his digit from your mouth. Amazed how determined you are, not even bothered by his threat. He smirked at this. You really know how to rile him up. It's amusing. You started to babble insanity at him. How you'll kill him and kill himself. You really are something. Nothing like the puny humans the Autobots have taken in for themselves.

Pervious

This cat was passed out to the point that even petting her would not wake her up. Just in dreamland.

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Bound by Rust and Memory

Death in My Breath, Fire in My Eyes -Part 3

TFP Megatron x Reader

You lie on your back, hurting. How long have you been sleeping on the hard concrete floor or desk? How long have you been stuck in this room? It's driving you crazy. The silent. As much as you love peace and quiet, not this much. Every once in a while, you go out for some socialization to try not to go so deep into your depression. You bet he's doing this on purpose. Doing this to drive you crazy. You bet he figured out that humans are a very social species, and he's not wrong. Everyone needs it; it's part of your development when you're growing from a child to an adult.

You sigh and lie on your side, trying to ease your back pain. You curl up into a ball. You put your arm underneath the side of your head. You missed your bed. You missed your house. The comfort and quiet it gave you. The food. Especially, the food. How you missed savory food and the sweet food you loved. You could just drool at the thought. You suddenly heard the door open and slam shut. You turn your body to see the hot head come back. You groan. You regret jinxing yourself for all the peace and quiet. You know from the sound of that. He's angry. Super angry.

He snarled harshly that it hurt his throat. The Autobots. Always the problem, Starscream annoying him, and everything around him doesn't seem to be going right. He grabbed the nearest thing and threw it at the wall, hard, watching it go into little pieces. He would have thrown and destroyed more stuff if it weren't for your gasp. He completely forgot that you were there. He turned and glared at you. You were hiding behind his supply box. He grinned and started walking towards you.

Shit. He's coming to you. He's definitely pissed. More than pissed, he's angry. Although he's grinning at you, you know that grin isn't the grin he's always showing to you. He's going to kill you. He's going to take his anger at you and torture you until he's satisfied. Maybe even keep you alive and breathing, just to torture you more later. You hide behind the box-looking thing. It's pointless, but it's your only safe space you found. Maybe, if you can imagine hard enough, none of this is real. You're not kidnapped by a giant alien monster. You're at home, sleeping on that most comfortable bed you've ever had. You're not in danger. You're not in fear. You're at peace.

Before you could imagine more, escape reality, he shoved the box off the desk, revealing you to him. You slowly look back at him, afraid. You would be lying if your legs weren't shaking. You wanted to cry, but you held it in. You face him. You put on the bravest face you could manage, squeezing your fist to stop your hands from shaking uncontrollably. You could feel the sweat coming down your forehead. You glare at him, staying silent.

That same face you put on for him. How he loves that look. The mad, brave face, but fear underneath all of it. He could just crush you in an instant. He could break you in a matter of seconds, but it's more fun breaking you slowly. He almost forgot his encounter with the Autobots. He grins and grabs your leash, tugging it. He saw you glare even harder. How it make his spark ache? "You want to give me the silent treatment and glare at me." He chuckled, sounding more like a low growl than a laugh. "You think your little act hides the fact that you're scared of me. Think again, pet." He snarl. His optical ride furrowed. He harshly pulled on the leash, and you fell hard onto the desk. He could hear your little groan as you slowly started to get up. Instead of letting you get up, he used his digit to push you down onto the desk. He could hear the air come out of you. He saw you struggling against him, trying to move away from underneath his digit, but to no avail.

You feel like you're being crushed. You could feel your ribs slowly breaking. Is this how he kills you? Squish you to death. He could at least slam his fist on you and make it quick, but that's not who he is. You just want this to end. You want to give in, let him kill you instead of fighting back. Why are you trying so hard to live? You know you're not going to survive this, but why still tried. Maybe it's an instinct of yours to survive as long as possible. You're so tired of it, but you continued to fight back against his finger. You struggled to breathe, and he kept pushing you down harder. You could feel your eyes start to tear up. "I-If you're g-going to kill me, go ahead a-and do it." You gasp, feeling your air leaving you as you speak.

He glares at you. You want him to kill you? Where's the fun in that? He looks at where his digit is pushing you down, struggling to breathe. He lifts his digit, and you gasp for air, going to your back as you try to catch your breath. Maybe he pressed his digit against you too hard, but you deserved it for being an annoying pest and fighting back against him. Why don't you just submit? Everyone else does, why not you? He growled and grabbed your leash, pulling it towards him. He watches you being dragged by the leash. Your little hands are going up to the collar and crying out. Then an expression he had never seen, your optics piercing through him with tears falling down your face. Such an angry face he had never seen before. Your face is showing so much anger that you might be putting a death wish on him. He smiles and begins to howler out loud. "What's with the angry face, pet? You hate me that much that you're showing me such a death glare."

Your face was unchangeable; it gave him chills. "Go to hell, and I hope death becomes of you. You're a fucking lunatic—a screaming, walking disaster of a mistake! How did such a mistake like you ever exist?!" You yelled. "If I could, I'd kill you!" He grinned deeply. "Really? I would love to see you try, and if you do go with this ridiculous plan of yours." He opened his spark chamber. "Go for the Spark."

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More Than Metal

A Name Worth Knowing - Part 2

TFP Optimus Prime x Reader

You groaned. Your head feels like it's going to split in two. You slowly open your eyes, only to be blinded by the light. You squint your eyes, trying to adjust to the light that's blinding you. You heard people talking, but they sounded muffled. You turned to your side so you could get up, but someone was pushing you back down to the bed.

"Don't get up. You need to rest." A woman's voice? You turn your head towards them, blinking to get the blurriness out of your vision. She had a lab coat on. Is she a doctor or something? Are you at a hospital or something? No. If you were at a hospital, then you would be blinded by white walls and bed sheets. It wasn't like that. You weren't at a hospital, but somewhere you weren't familiar with. "Do you remember what happened last before you passed out. Are you in any pain?" She said. You respond in a groan, trying to push her hand away so you can get up fully.

He watches as you slowly go up, clearly in pain. Ratchet called Mrs. Darby to check on the new human he brought in. He was worried that the Decepticon could have hurt you in some way, or if he had hurt you. He wanted her to make sure. Although Ratchet did insist that he take her to the hospital where Mrs. Darby worked. He wanted to physically see if she was okay and know that she was okay.

He made sure he and the other Autobots stayed out of sight for the time being. He didn't want to give her a heart attack. He knew how fragile human hearts can be, especially when they're extremely terrified. He watches as you take in your surroundings.

You looked around, but the doctor stayed within your vision. "Take your time, but when you're ready, could you answer that question for me? I want to make sure you're in good health or if you're in any pain." She said. You looked at her with hooded eyes. "I'm not in pain. Well...my head hurts. I think I have a headache or a migraine." You said groggily. You saw her nod her head, putting light in your eyes. You squinted a little. "Okay. Do you remember anything that happened before you passed out?" Repeating her question from earlier. You thought for a bit before nodding. "Y-Yeah. Giant...Robots fighting each other." Your eyes widened, and you sat up. You begin to look around, more aware of your surroundings. You see the same robot that saved you from the other robot. "Giant robots fighting." You repeated.

He looked away for a second before looking back at you. You're not panicking, which is good, for now. You just looked shocked. Mrs. Darby started telling you not to panic from your shock reaction. You didn't say anything, but continued to look at him. He felt awkward and wanted to walk away, run away even, but a Prime faces the consequences of their actions for not making sure there was no humans present in the first place. "You're the robot that saved me." You said softly, your optics still wide. He nods. "Yes, I am. I am sorry for the mess I got you in, and if I cause you any harm during the process." You shook your head. "No. It was my fault. I shouldn't have investigated and called the police. Thank you for saving me. I would be dead right now if it weren't for you." You said sweetly. Your optics soften at him. It made his spark ache.

You turn to look at the doctor. "Thank you for taking care of me. I feel fine now." She nodded and smiled. "I'm happy to help. Make sure you take it easy for a couple of days, and you'll be as good as new. I'm glad nothing serious was presented to me." She began walking to her car, which you didn't even notice was there. She got in and drove off into the tunnel. You looked back at the robot who saved you and the other robots that were there. "So...What happened now? Do I go home?" The red and blue robot seem a little surprised. Maybe because of your reluctance to leave already. "For now, you'll stay here. The Decepticons believe you have a connection to us, Autobots. For your protection, you stay here under our watch."

He saw you nod, understanding the situation. He was glad that your fear didn't overcome your sense of decision and understanding. He heard fear can overtake a human's decision-making and thinking process. He saw you looking back at him. "What's your name, savior bot?" You said, smiling softly. He was taken off by the little nickname you gave him, but he composed himself quickly. "Optimus Prime. That is my name."

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Cultural 'Lessons'

TFP Megatron x Reader

He watches from afar. You're looking everywhere but at him. He growls, annoyed that you're ignoring him. You locked optics with him, but quickly looked away, playing with your metal leash. He stood up and walked towards you. You didn't move, but he saw you move your body an inch away from him, thinking whether you should run away or stay.

He sat down on his chair. He looked down on you, and you tried to avoid his gaze. He snarl. "You think you could ignore me. Has anyone taught you respect?" He grabbed your leash and pulled on it, not hard but hard enough so you went forward. You glared at him. He smirked at this reaction as you looked away again.

The hell is his problem? You thought the best way for peace and survival is to avoid eye contact and conversation. Apparently, it annoys him. You can't figure him out. He wants you to give him eye contact or speak to him, or don't even look at him or talk to him. Even then, looking at him makes you want to puke and get even more annoyed by him. "What do you want, Megatron. Don't you have anywhere else to be?" You growled at him, tugging at the leash. You knew better than to fight him for the leash. He's too strong, and if you tried to fight to get him to release the leash, he's just going to taunt how weak you are.

He smirked as you slightly tug the leash, knowing how useless it is to fight the leash from him. "Where else could I go, pet?" You just glare at him. "I don't know. Anywhere, but here. Why don't you go torment your people or whatever?" You growled. He just laughs, and you flinch at this and glare at him more. "You're more fun to torment and to break." He said, petting your head with his digit. All you did was move away from his touch.

As he kept messing with you, he kept trying to touch you. He suddenly thought back to Soundwave. Giving him information on how to entertain and take care of humans, how to take care of you. There were quite a few things he did not understand. He would have gotten all the things he didn't understand from Soundwave, but he wanted to hear it from you. To learn about your useless human culture from you. "Pet. What do you do in your useless human culture?" He asked, for the first time, giving you a questioning look. You look back at him, confused. "What do you mean? There are a lot of things in my 'useless' human culture." You looked away, trying to get away from his touch. He glared at you. "That is why I am asking you what it is." He snarl. You scowl at him. "That is why I am asking you what you want to know. There are tons of things in human culture that go from music to language. Unlike your fucking culture, nothing is interesting in it." He growled and grabbed you harshly. You yelped and tried to get away from his grasp.

The hell is his problem? He's not being specific. You don't know what he's even asking. There are a ton of different cultures in human culture. All he doing is being fucking dumb and not understanding you. That goes for you, too. You don't know what he wants, and it drives you crazy. You groan as you keep struggling to get out of his grasp. He's not letting you go, but he's not squeezing so hard. Just enough so you can't get out of his grasp. Then, all of a sudden, he just throws you or drops you, you don't know. You fell hard on your knees. You sit on your butt and rubbed your knees as you groan. You scowl at him. "What the hell is wrong with you?! No matter how much I think you're cruel, you get even crueler." He growled at you, and you moved back. "Cruelty is the only thing that survives this world. Maybe you should learn that in your pathetic life." You snarl, "Maybe in your book, but not mine. At this point, maybe I should be cruel. At you." He scoffed and looked away. You were surprised at this. Have you finally won your first argument? Usually, it's you giving up or walking away. Sometimes, when you walk away, he'll let you go, or he'll just bring you right back to keep annoying you.

Why the frag does your resistance get him so turned on? He growled at this and looked back at you. You looked away, not acknowledging him. He snarled and grabbed you by the shirt, as you called it. You held onto his digits to not fall over. "Tell me about your human culture. All of it." You just looked back at him, dumbfounded. He wanted to groan right then and there. You looked away from him, like you were finally thinking in that useless brain of yours. "I don't know. There's a lot about human culture, or a lot of different kinds like Hispanics, Asians, Latinos, Africans, and so much more. I don't know all of them, so that's why I ask which one you're talking about." You said softly, not looking at him. He narrowed his optics at you. "You said 'music.' What is that?" He snarled, not intending for him to sound like that. "It's different types of music you play or instruments that make different sounds. Some singers sing in different genres. There's rock n' roll, country, orchestra, pop, and a lot more. Not all music sounds the same; there could be different languages singing or instruments playing in different countries." You explained softly. He scoffed at this.

You glare at him. What's his problem now? You gave him your answer to the best of your ability. You don't know everything. You're not Google. "It sounds like a useless excuse for your pathetic race." You glare at him. "Like you don't have music in your own race or singers." He just looks at you, without any emotion. You don't like it. You hate not knowing what people are thinking; either way, you never were good at telling people emotions. What makes you think you could figure out with giant robots? "What other useless things are part of your race?" He asked. You shrug your shoulders. "I don't know. There are arts, languages, humor, writing, and other stuff. There are a lot of things that even I can't tell you. That's how much there is in human culture." He scoffed again. You were getting annoyed at this point. Why ask if his going to insult your race? Maybe just find something to complain about? Sounds very familiar to someone you know. "What about you? Anything good in your pathetic culture?" You turn to him. He had long let go of your shirt and rested his hand beside you.

You want to know his culture. His people. This was some sort of trap. Why would you be interested in what his people did? "Why do you want to know?" He snarled. You glared at him and shrugged. "I don't know. You asked a bunch of questions about the human race's culture. Why not get the same respect? You are just as confused as I about each other's culture." You said simply. He looks away. Tch. What a poor excuse for a pathetic race. Pathetic human. "Find out it yourself." He watches you rolling your optics and playing with your leash. Were you really interested in his race and culture?

He growled and pulled on your leash. This time. You actually started pulling on your leash, trying to get it out of his hand. Sick of him. Why does he care that you want to know about him? About his race and culture. He pulled even harder on the leash, and you planted your peds on the ground like a game of tug of war. Trying to distract himself from you and your useless question. Their just for you to get close to him. To find a weakness in him. He's not going to let you. Not again.

I've made this yogurt bowl after coming back from a doctor's appointment. I almost missed it, too. I completely forgot about it until my phone reminded me.

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Playing Games

TFP Optimus Prime x Reader

You scratch your head as you think of your next move. You bit your lip as you placed the rummies on the coffee table. You were playing against Miko, Jack, and Raf. They, too, were struggling to come up with their next move.

You had introduced Raf, Miko, and Jack to the game Rummy, also known as Rummikub. It was a strategic game where you added and placed numbers in a numerical order. The goal was to get rid of all your numbers or rummies off your board to win the game. It was a pretty simple game, but it required a lot of thinking. You watch as Jack places the numbers you needed to win the game. You waited patiently as it went to Miko's turn. Her face contorted as she tried to think about what she could place. In the end, she just picked up a rummy from the pile. It went on to Raf's turn. He placed a couple of Rummies on the coffee table and replaced and split the numbers up.

You saw Optimus walk into the lobby with Ratchet by his side. You wave towards him and smile at him. He gave you a little wave back as Ratchet rolled his eyes and went to his computer. He walked up to where you and the kids were sitting. He put his hand on the railing. "What are you doing?" He asked in a soft tone. You excitedly told him. "We're playing Rummy or Rummikub." You showed him the box where the game goes. He hummed in response.

He watched as you went back to the game when Raf said he was done. He watched you place the last few chips that had numbers on them on the table. Everyone groans as you show your board that you've won. He tilted his head as you all started flipping the chips over, where the numbers were facing down. "How do you play 'Rummikub?" Is this a game humans play regularly?" Curiosity filled his voice. You look back and shrug your shoulder pads. "I guess. It's not as popular as it used to be, but it's so much fun." You said happily. He smiled at that. "More like boring and so much thinking, it's hurting my brain. I didn't think a game would have so much thinking." Miko complained and threw herself back. "I'm done. I don't want to play anymore. It's hurting my brain." He watches as Miko gets up and goes to the TV to watch something.

You sigh as you start mixing up the rummies with the help of Jack and Raf. You start placing the rummies on your board, and everyone agrees to do 14 rummies on the board. "Do you mind if I could join?" You heard him ask from behind. You looked back and smiled. "Yeah, if you want. You can take the Miko board since she left the game." "Yeah, like a sore loser," Jack said, taunting Miko as he finished up placing all 14 rummies on his board. You watch as he mass displaces, towering over you, Raf, and Jack. No matter how many times he mass displaces, you're always surprised. Raf gives Optimus Miko's board, and he sits next to you. Raf moves to sit right next to Jack to accommodate his huge size.

You waited for him to grab and place the 14 rummies on his board. "So...How do I play?" He looked at you, giving you a confused look as he tried to remember how you played before winning the last game. "So, the goal of the game is getting rid of all your numbers or rummies off your board to win the game. To start your turn or place other numbers, you must have 30 or more points to get down. For example," you placed three twelves of different colors on the table, "that is 36 points. Over 30 points. Essentially, this is a number-based game, so it's similar to 1, 2, 3, or 9, 10, 11, but in the same colors. You could also do what I did, like three twelves. However, they must be different colors to do so. You could also split groups of numbers, however, they must have three numbers in a group. If they don't, you must find a place for them all to be able to continue playing, or place another number that matches either the number or to continue the number order. There is also a special rummy that has a face on it. That can be any number and color you want, so you can place it with anything you place down. You can also switch the comodien with the number it represents, like if it's in a group of 10, 11, 12, and the comodien is in the 11 spot. If you have an 11 that matches the group, you can switch it so you can have the comodien and use it however you please. Does that make sense? Sorry, I tried to explain it to the best of my ability. If you have any questions throughout the game, I can always re-explain it or show you how to do it."

He nods. "I believe I understand the rules of the game." He looked down at his board and started placing things together. You nod and tell Jack to go. He picked up, and it was Raf's turn.

As the game continued, Optimus picked up fast on how the game is played. You were surprised by the moves he made in the game and what he placed down. There was some confusion on some moves, either you or Raf, or Jack did. You gladly explained why you did it and how you did it. You smiled at him as he played. Always making new faces you didn't even know he could make, more expressive than the stoic face he always has on.

In the end, he won the first game. Everyone was shocked at him winning his first game, including you. You just laughed and told him good job. You place your remaining numbers on the table and flip them over. "So, how was it? Fun isn't it. I love playing this game, especially with my grandmother. She was always obsessed with this game. It required a lot of thinking, and it's always good to keep your brain thinking." You rambled. He smiled and nodded. "Yes, it does require a lot of thinking. This reminds me of a game similar on Cybertron." You widen your eyes. "Really? You have to teach me sometimes. I would love to learn how to play it. I love strategic games." You smiled.

His spark skipped a beat as you smiled at him, wanting to know more about Cybertron, to know more about him. His optics soften as you start to ramble about other games that are like this. He heard a couple of laughs behind him. He looked back to see Arcee and Bumblebee smiling at him. "You looked like you're having fun, Optimus," Arcee said while Bumblebee nodded. He looked away for a second before looking back. "Yes...Yes, I am. This game is quite enjoyable and easy to learn."

"Yeah. It really is. I would offer you to play, but this is a four-player game. I need another one so we can all play." You said excitedly. He saw your optics brighten and your smile got wider. He softly smiled at you. His face shows adoration towards you. "Let's play another game. Shall we?" You looked at him and nodded your head. "Yeah. This time. I'm going to beat you." He beamed, "I am sure you will."

Nothing, just showing my cat, Stormy, loafing. She is so cute with her long whiskers.

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Bound by Rust and Memory

Fear, Observed - Part 2

TFP Megatron x Reader

He walks into his berthroom. His optics locked onto the desk without hesitation. He knew you were hiding from him. "Come out, pet!" He snarled. He heard chains moving, but you didn't come out. He furrowed his optical ride. "I won't ask again, pet."

You walk out from behind a box-looking thing. You haven't figured out what it is, but as long as it keeps you hidden from his terror, so be it. But right now, let's not get on his bad side. You're still not sure if he's going to kill you or not. Honestly, it would be better that way. However, you're not sure if he's going to make it quick and easy, or if it will be a gruesome death. Which you would guess is the second one, coming from him?

The chains drag beside you. It wasn't attached to anything, but you figure it was for him to let you know who was in charge. It was fucking annoying. If he was your height, you would use the chains and strangled the shit out of him.

"What?" You growled. You saw his face turn into a menacing smirk. You shiver. He took a couple of steps towards the desk. You wanted to back out, to hide back into your safe spot. As if that will do anything, but it's the only place where you can fully hide from him. You stood there—steady, unflinching—as he bore down on you. You tried not to show any fear to him.

He watch as you make a smug face, trying to hide the fear from him. He smirk even wider, showing his fangs. He sit down onto the chair. He watch as you flinch a little as he sat down, itching to run away from him but stayed. He narrow his optics at you.

What is he thinking? He is narrowing his eyes at you. You don't like it, not one bit. You took a step back, trying to create distance between you and him. His hand came out, coming at you. You felt your body wanting to move or run away at least. Instead, you force yourself to stay. If he's going to kill you, you might as well stay where you are. There is nowhere to run. You check. The desk is too high for you, and there's no way of getting down. You could jump off the desk, but you knew it was imminent death for you.

You felt him grab the chains that connected to your collar and pull on them. You fell forward, but caught yourself before you could fall. You glare at him. He smirked at your reaction. Note to self, don't show much emotion. You don't need to feed his ego more than it is, or your hesitation.

He saw you look away from him, showing him no emotion, like a switch turning off. He glared at you. He pulled your leash again, and this time you managed to not go forward like before. He snarl. He saw you flinch a little when he did so. Why does it annoy him when you're ignoring him? He tugged it again, harsher this time, and you fell over to your hands and knees.

You glared at him. You wanted to yell at him and yell profanities at him, but you knew better that it wouldn't do anything. You pull your leash back, trying to get it out of his grasp. "Have you ever been anything than a dick?" You harshly said, trying to pull it out of his grasp. He didn't budge. Just watching you struggle to get it out of his hands. You were getting frustrated, kept pulling harder. Then all of a sudden, he let go, falling onto your butt. You yelp when you hit the ground.

He chuckled as he saw you fall hard on your aft. You glare at him again. He could see you getting angrier by the second. You would be fun after all to him, even if your smart remarks were annoying. He will enjoy ruining you and watching your little flame be extinguished.

Pervious

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Won against my family at bowling. I still got it. Also, if you have any requests you want me to do. That can be anything from a new series or just some prompts. Let me know. Also, check out my AO3 stories or story.

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Focused

TFP Optimus x Reader

You lie on Optimus' bed, or what he calls a 'berth.' You're still getting used to what he says means the same thing in English or Human language. You don't mind. You love learning new things about Optimus and his language. You tried learning how to speak Cybertronian, but it ended horribly. You can't even pronounce a simple letter.

You watch as Optimus is hyper-focused on the data pad. You don't remember the last time he looked at you. You figured out that he has a habit of looking over at you every once in a while. You don't mind. You know that Optimus is looking out for you, but when he's not looking over at you during that time, it makes you feel a bit worried. More curious, if you have to say. What is he reading or watching that got him so hooked?

You got up and walked to the edge. You went on your tippy toes to see what he was doing. He was reading something, but in Cybertronian. You frowned. You didn't want to bother him or distract him from doing his work. You got yelled at by Ratchet for trying to get his attention when he was working on something important. You didn't mean to. You just wanted to talk because the other were hanging out with their humans, and they were hanging out with their bot.

You sat down on the ledge, swinging your legs back and forth. You watch as Optimus types a couple of things on the data pad and continues reading. You sighed heavily. You wanted to do something. Anything. However, you couldn't. You could go on your phone, but since there is no service. You couldn't really do anything but read. Although that doesn't sound like a bad idea, your phone died. You could get down from the berth, but there was no way of getting down because of how high and big it was. The quirks of being a Titian.

Optimus rubbed his optics. The letters are forming into mush and jumbling up. He was tired. Very tired. Although the Decepticons' activity had gone down a bit, they were still very active. He looked over to see you on the edge of his berth, swinging your legs back and forth, looking bored out of your mind. He felt bad for leaving you like this, bored and with nothing to do. Usually, he leaves you in the main lobby so you have stuff to do, someone to communicate with besides himself. However, everyone was out, and Ratchet was still stinging about you. So, he brought you into his berthroom. Somewhere that is quiet and without distraction. He heard that you like peace and quiet, somewhere with no noise or distraction. He didn't realize he was neglecting you a bit.

"Would you like to go out to the lobby?" he asked. He saw your attention immediately on him. You turn your head slightly and give him a confused look. He smiled softly. "I mean, would you like to the main lobby instead of staying here?"

You raised your eyebrow. "Why? Do you want me to leave?" You saw his optics widen a bit and shook his head no. "No. You looked a bit bored, so I thought you wanted to leave my berthroom. I will not be offended if you do want to leave," he said.

You shook your head no. "No. Well, you are correct when you said I looked bored. I am bored, but I don't want to leave. I like spending time with you, even if we're not talking or doing anything together. We don't get to have this alone time together." You smiled at him.

He smiled back. He looked back at his data pad. Although as much as he wants to get this done and be done with it, he doesn't want to neglect you any further. "Would you like to be on my desk while I finish my reports? As much as I want to take a break, this must be done before I can. It might take a little while, but I will finish soon."

You nod your head. "That would be wonderful. I have never been on your desk, so I would like to explore it." You pump your fist in the air. He got up from his chair and leaned down his servo. You happily jump on. He went back to sit down and lightly drop you on his desk. You looked around. As expected, nothing really important except more data pads, but it was better than the berth.

He watches you look around his desk. He wished he had some more interesting things for you to look at. He might take that into consideration when he's working and he's not paying attention to you when you're on his desk.

He went back to reading on his data pad. After a couple of minutes, he felt you try and get on his arm guard. He watches you struggle for a couple of seconds before you finally get on, heavily sighing afterwards. He smiled as he watched you get comfortable on his arm guard. His optics went back on the data pad, determined to finish up his work so he can spend time with you and give his attention to you.

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Bound by Rust and Memory

TFP Megatron x Reader - Flesh and Fury

18+

He tapped his digit very harshly against the armchair of his throne. Impatient. He was expecting something from Starscream that he had some possible 'information' about the Autobot base. He never expected anything from Starscream. He is never up to anything good. What he didn't expect was for him to bring a human to his Nemesis.

You were being carried by the leg by one of Starscream's henchmen, or that's what they called him when they grabbed me. Why is this happening? What did you do for them to grab you? What did you do for them to get their attention? This is such bullshit.

"Here you go, Lord Megatron, one of the humans who are connected to the Autobots." Starscream said. A Decepticon walked forward with the human in hand and placed it down in front of him. The human went limp as they were placed on the ground. He raised his optical ride as he looked down at the human. The human looked weak and fragile. It slowly got up.

You slowly got up. Your arms feel weak as you push yourself up, and your head feels lightheaded from being upside down for so long. You looked up and saw a giant robot, the one called Lord Megatron, from what you heard from that bastard, Starscream. You would be lying if you didn't find him intimidating. More than intimidating, he's terrifying. You tried not to show your fear and keep a straight face as you looked up at him. You glare at him.

He smirked as he saw the fierce look you had on your face. He could tell that you were afraid, terrified even, but was more impressed as you tried not to show it, especially from a human. There were some of his Decepticons who tried to act brave and not be afraid, but he easily broke them. They were all the same. Terrified and cowardly.

"I would torture you for fun, but I will make this quick. Where are the Autobots hiding!" He slammed his fist on the armchair of his throne. He saw you flinch, but composed yourself quickly. You glare at him and clench your denta.

Your lips quivered as you clenched your teeth. You could feel your body trembling with fear, but you tried to hold it together. "I don't know what the hell you're talking about or what the hell is even an 'Autobot' is. But..." You swallow a large lump in your throat. "But...you got the wrong person, so you better let me go right now!"

It was silent, even the robots who were working on the weird-looking computers stopped working. They were watching, but not watching at the same time, listening even. All of a sudden, he burst out laughing. It was menacing and terrifying. You saw everyone in the room back away and looked terrified, even the bastard Starscream. Except for one, a giant robot who didn't have a face, like he was used to this. He then stopped laughing, and full of rage in his eyes. What makes it worse of how huge he was. He was going to kill you. He was going to squish you like a bug, but you're not going to show it.

He looked down and saw your face. Full of fear, but trying to show only anger. When did he see that face before? Why does it make him so angry? Why does it make him feel so pity towards you? Why doesn't he want to hurt you? He smirked. He leaned down and grabbed you tightly. You gasped and started hitting his servo, yelling at him to let you go.

You're dead. You're so dead. You could feel your ribs and lungs being crushed. You're going to die. You know your big mouth is going to get you killed. You never know when to shut the fuck up. "If your going to kill me, go ahead. I'll let you know. I hope you fucking die and go to hell!"

He optical ride twitch. He squeezes you even harder, and you gasp. You tried helplessly to try and pull his servo apart. You kept screaming and yelling at him, which is probably profanity. He smirked. He knew what to do to destroy that little flame of yours.

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As I was working on this, fucking Aizawa kept duplicating himself to the point that he is everywhere on my screen. He kept getting in my way as I was writing. I kept trying to move him, but he kept getting in my way and duplicating. I know I like Easerhead, but I don't need like a hundred of them on my screen!!

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More Than Metal

TFP Optimus Prime x Reader - Savior?

18+

Optimus was cruising around in the Colorado forest. There was a large energy source of Energon deep in the forest. Driving on the rough, dirt road. It was difficult for him to drive through, given how big he was, even though he was in his alt form. Suddenly, there was a large explosion, and blue smoke started to rise into the sky.

He transformed. His paint scratched from the branches of the trees around him as he began to run towards the source of the fire. Breaking the branches as he ran through the forest, hearing animals run and birds flying away from him. He slides down quickly, covering his face as branches hit his face and mask.

He hides behind a tree, looking over to see multiple Decepticons exploding, digging, and carrying Energon. "Ratchet to base. I have found the source. Send reinforcement. I will send you my current coordinates."

You walk through the forest, taking photos of the landscape and animals. You lean down and crawl through the grass. You saw a Red Fox looking out of their burrow, sniffing the air. You adjust the camera lens, changing the settings to get the right lighting. You zoom in. You took a deep breath and held still.

A large explosion shakes the ground, scaring the Red Fox back into their burrow. You gasp. You looked up to see a giant blue smoke coming up from the forest. It was not far from you. Your first instinct was to run back to your car, but an explosion this deep in the forest, where it was far from the public. The forest was heavily protected by the government. You felt the need to investigate the situation. It could be some random organization trying to build and destroy the forest. You could use this to your advantage to get the front page of the newspaper or even the news. You could finally start the next chapter of your life to become a famous photographer and help stop people who are harming the Earth.

Multiple shots were fired at him as he hid behind a rock. He quickly turned and shot a couple of blasts at the Decepticons. Most of the Decepticons got hit by his shots, but more Decepticons kept coming. He quickly went behind the rock again. He heard a portal opening and saw a space bridge in front of him. Acree, Bumblebee, and Bulkhead quickly came out of the space bridge and hid behind the rock beside him. "What's the plan?" Arcee asked. "For now, obtain the Engeron mine and stop the Decepticons," he said.

You heard multiple gunshots? They sounded like gunshots, but at the same time, it didn't sound like gunshots. As you got closer, you saw more of the smoke, the sound of gunshots, and giant robots. You froze. Giant robots? Giant robots...exist? Giant robots fighting? You felt your legs shaking. You saw a small group of giant robots fighting against a bunch of other giant robots that looked identical to each other.

You were in a deep trance. There was one robot that stood out from the rest. He was bigger than the rest of them, including the identical robots they were fighting against. He had pipes coming back out, and his skin was blue and red. Or was it his paint? You were so distracted that you didn't realize the robot they were fighting against was coming up behind you.

You heard a loud step behind you, rumbling the ground beneath you. You turn around to see the giant robot behind you. You exhale sharply, the fear stealing your breath. You started running, but it only took two steps for the robot to catch up to you. It grabs you tightly. And that’s what finally rips a scream from your throat.

A loud scream ruptured through the field. He quickly looked over to see where the source of that scream came from. His optics widened as he saw a Decepticon holding a human. A human girl who was struggling against his grasp, screaming at the Decepticon to let them go.

His body launched into action, as if a switch had been flipped inside him. He ran towards the Decepticon, yelling at the Decepticon to let them go. The Decepticon quickly looked at him, the fear quickly overcoming him. They quickly dropped the human and ran into the forest. He immediately jumped forward and caught the human girl in his hand. He fell hard on the ground, curling his hand around the human as softly as he could as he fell forward. His back slid against the dirt, scratching his paint even further.

He breathes heavily. His hand was up against his chest plate tightly but gently. The rest of the group came rushing towards him, asking if he was alright. He looked up toward them and gave them a soft nod. He looked back down at his hand to see the little human girl trembling in his hand. She doesn't look hurt, but terrified by how much she is shaking.

You looked up, shakily. You saw the giant robot that you were watching holding you close to its chest. He had a soft smile on his face. You felt your vision starting to blur. Darkness pooled behind your eyes, then spilled over.

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Non-Smut Scenarios

Of course, as the title says, these are non-smut scenarios. Which means, these will contain fluff, SFW, and etc.. This is also a master list out from the main master list.

Transformer Prime

Optimus Prime x Reader

Focused

Playing Games

Megatron x Reader

Cultural 'Lessons'

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Smut Scenarios

These are smut scenarios that are part of, but out of, the little short stories I've made. These are also a master list out from the main one.

Transformers Prime

Optimus Gets Jealous

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Transformer x Reader Master list

This is a Transformer x Reader Master list with different scenarios and short stories. It was inspired by Revelboo. Go check them out; their work is amazing, and they are the reason I started posting on Tumblr. I will also answer any questions or requests you have to offer. (If it's appropriate, of course, but I'm pretty flexible.)

I also write 18+ transformer x reader. So, of course, this is an 18+ transformer base.

I also have an AO3 account and have already posted a story: https://archiveofourown.org/users/Storyseeker_17

Non-smut Scenarios

Smut Scenarios

Transformer Prime

Optimus Prime x Reader

More Than Metal

Megatron x Reader

Bound by Rust and Memory

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Optimus Gets Jealous

Optimus Prime x Human reader

Transformer Prime

Smut

18+!!!

(Warning: the reader is 18 years old. Legal adult age. finger fucking. rough sex. )

Today was a sunny day. You arrive at the base in Bulkhead vehicle mode. Since Optimus was out on a mission by the time school ended, you ended up riding with Miko and Bulkhead. You didn't mind. You love the two hard-headed friends and hanging out with them. Which you all did after school, going off-roading on the big rocky hills.

You jumped out of Bulkhead, and Miko did the same. Bulkhead immediately transformed into his normal form. He grunted and opened his chest, where he pulled out Miko's guitar. Miko laughed and grabbed the guitar from his hand. You started walking up the stairs to the second floor, where we usually hang out.

"Hey, is that a sweater you're wearing? I don't remember seeing you with that sweater on today." Miko asked, running up to me.

You stopped as you reached the second floor and looked back at Miko in confusion. You looked down at the sweater you were wearing and remembered what she was referring to. "Oh yeah, I borrowed it from a classmate. I got cold in the class and he lent me it. I guess I forgot to give it back. it's really soft and comfy. It's a nice quality, too." I held the sweater out to her. Miko touched and was surprised by how soft it is.

"Wow, it is really soft and it's really warm. You need to ask him where he got it because it will be so good for the winter. Not only that, it's such a pretty color," Miko said, admiring it.

You rubbed the back of your head. "Yeah. It really is. It got really warm once I wore it for a little bit."

Miko suddenly stop and stare at the sweater. You stare at Miko in confusion until she took a sniff of the sweater.

"And it smells really good, like really good. I'm used to guys' clothes smelling horrible, but this one smells really good. If he uses a cologne like this, he must be a hottie." Miko got excited. Miko started to ask a bunch of questions about who this good-smelling guy is.

You blushed and tried to stop Miko from asking all these questions. Then, you saw Optimus walk into the lobby. You got excited and immediately got his attention. When Optimus saw you, he smiled and walked up to you.

"Greeting Y/n, how was your day at school?" Optimus asked. He put his hand on the railing beside where you were.

You smile happily. "It was great. The teachers didn't give me too much schoolwork, so I was able to finish them before I left from school. How was your day Optimus? How did the mission go?"

Optimus began telling you how he day was and the mission going smoothly. Until he slowly stop talk as he gave you a strange looked. You looked up at him in confusion. You ask if he was okay. Optimus stayed silent and kept looking at you. You started to get worried and ask if he was okay again. He suddenly pick you up on his servo and started walking to the hallway.

You were confused on what was happening and worried about Optimus sudden quietness. You realize that he was taking you to his private quarters. He open the door and walk inside. He close the door behind him, locking it. He walk to the berth and settle you down gently on it. You looked up at Optimus, confuse on what was going on. and why he was acting like this. He mass-displace right next you. He had a look that you never saw before.

He walks towards you and grabs hold of you. You squeeze your eyes shut, waiting for the worst, but nothing comes. You felt Optimus fiddling with the hem of the sweater you were wearing. You open your eyes and look down to see Optimus pulling on it slightly. You looked back at Optimus and asked what was wrong.

"Who is this? I don't remember you having this sweater," Optimus said sternly. He kept tugging it like he wanted to take it off you or rip it off you.

"It's a classmate of mine. He lent it to me because I got cold in class. I forgot to give it back to him at the end of class," you explain to Optimus.

Optimus looked unsatisfied with the answer you gave him. "Why?" He looked at you with a look that you didn't know how to reply to.

"W-Well...I don't know. i guess he was being nice and he offer so I took it."

Optimus hum. He kept tugging at the hem of the sweater. You felt like he was going to tear it.

"Take it off." Optimus said, with venom in his voice.

You flinched at his voice. You took off the sweater without hesitation, worried he would get mad even more. Optimus snatches the sweater from your hands. You tried to get it back.

"Optimus give it back. Please don't rip it or damage it, I have to give it back." You jumped up trying to get it from Optimus grasp as he held it up high.

"Why do you care if it gets damage? It is just a sweater," Optimus said coldly.

You puffed at your cheeks. "Because I have to give it back to him, and I don't want to buy him a sweater to replace the one that you damaged." You kept jumping, trying to get it.

Optimus still kept it high so you couldn't get it. He stayed silent, thinking. He took a step away from you and threw the sweater away from you both. You gasp at what he did. You tried to go retrieve it, but Optimus grab you and held you tightly. His head in the side of you neck.

You froze. You tried to look down to see his face, but he kept it hidden in your neck. The two of you stood there in silence. You were about to say something until Optimus took a deep breath on your neck, smelling you. He growled lowly after he did so. Then, he started to undress you. You panicked and tried to stop.

"W-What are you doing Optimus? Are you out of you mind?" You yelled at him.

He quickly looked up at you with anger and jealousy. "Are you out of your mind. Why did you put on another man's scent on you?"

You were taken aback by what Optimus said. You wanted to say something, but the words were stuck at the back of your throat. You kept opening your mouth and closing it.

Optimus didn't wait for your response and kept undressing you. Taking off your shirt and your bra and grabbing your tit harshly. You yelped at this action. You grab his wrist to stop him from grabbing your tit so harshly. You were about to yell at him, but he crashed his lips against yours. He then pinches your nipple, and you moan into the kiss.

His other hand was behind your back and pressing you into him. You begin to kiss him back as he played with your nipples. You moan and yelp every time he twists and pinches your nipple

He broke the kiss and began kissing down your neck. Your jaw, underneath your jaw, the side of your neck, and lastly, your scent gland. He growled when he did. He bit down on your scent gland, which made you yelp. It wasn't hard enough to draw blood, but hard enough to see the bite mark.

You tried to push him off, but his hand went up your skirt and into your underwear. You gasp as he palms you. Lifting and grinding his digits against your heat. You moan at this motion. You grip his shoulder as he palms your heat roughly. You start to grind against his digits.

Optimus continues to kiss your neck, giving you hickeys all over, making them a dark purple. He slowly brings you down to your back. As your back hit the cold concrete, his digits went inside your hit and start to finger fuck you. You arch your back and grab his arm for support. You moan loudly as he hits your G-spot. Tears prick the corners of your eyes.

"O-Optimus. Please."

Optimus ignore you and kept fucking you. You start to grind with his finger, trying to reach your climax. Optimus watches you arch your back even more, and your head falls back against the concrete. He could still smell the guy's scent all over you. It's flooding all his senses, and it starts to make him go mad.

You were about to cum until he remove his digits from your heat. You whined as he did so. Optimus then put his digits to his mouth and licked them clean, savoring the taste of you.

After he was done, he grabbed your hips and aligned them to his panel. He lifted up your skirt and ripped your underwear off. You could he the fabric rip from your body. He then opened his panel and his spike came out. His spike was already leaking and twitching. You drool at the sight of it.

He starts to grind his spike against your heat that is covered in your wetness. "I'm going to fuck the scent off you," Optimus growl.

Your eyes widen at what he said. Optimus then sunk his spike into your pussy. You moan as he fills you up, stretching and hitting every sweet spot that you didn't even know you had. Optimus gave you time to adjust to his spike, but started to grind at your G-spot. Then, he started to fuck you hard and sensibly. You held onto Optimus' hands that were on your hip dips, holding on for dear life.

Optimus fuck you hard and roughly. The ridges on his spike rubbing up your wall so roughly made you drool and cry out his name.

"O-Optimus. S-slow down. Its too deep."

Optimus kept fucking you, using you as a flesh light. He adjusted himself and starting fucking you right at your g-spot. You moan loudly and throw your head back. You start to grind your hips upwards against his hips to get closer to your climax.

Optimus' hands tighten on your hips, so that you know for sure they would bruise. Optimus picked up the pace and fucks you harder than before. You came hard on his spike. Your walls tighten hard on Optimus spike. He stopped and pulled out.

He then flips you over to your belly and lifts up your hips. Your sex is exposed to the cold air. He then pushes his spike into your heat all of a sudden. You moan loudly, feeling full again. Optimus uses his hand to push on your back to make you arch. The other hand pushed your head against the floor.

Optimus begin to fuck you, overstimulating you. His hands keeping you in place as he abuse your pussy. You moan against the concrete. The tears starting to fall as he fucks you hard. You could feel another climax coming in fast.

Optimus felt your walls tightening up against his spike. He begin to fuck you harder and pushing his spike deeper in you. Optimus leaned down to where his face was up against the side of your neck. He moved the hand that was on your back to your hip so he could pull you back into him as he thrust into you. The other hand, supporting himself so he doesn't put all his weight on you.

Optimus spike hits aggressively against your G-spot, and you start to see stars. You bit your lip as you felt each thrust rubbing against your walls. You cried out as you came hard on his spike. Your walls tighten and pulse against his spike.

Optimus groan, feeling you cum a second time. Optimus's hips start to buck wildly into you. Optimus moans loudly against your neck and bites hard on the side of your neck. Optimus overload, painting your insides blue. His hips kept thrusting into you, trying to calm his high. He lets go of your neck and leans his head against the back of your neck. He breathes heavily.

After a while, he slowly lifted himself. He cranes his head down to see his transfluid spill out of you. It drips down your thighs and drips on the floor. Your hips fell to the side as you breathed heavily, still in a sex daze.

Optimus pulled you against him and hugged you. He kissed your forehead, your temple, and your lips.

"Are you alright? You're not hurt, are you?"

You looked up at Optimus in a daze. He looked at you worried. He moved the hair out of your face.

"Beside the bite mark, no, I'm not hurt," you said weakly.

Optimus looked guilty. "I am sorry for biting you. Did it hurt when I bit you? I am also sorry for being so rough on you."

You gave him a smile. "No. You should be rougher on me like this." I giggled stupidly.

Optimus sighed and smiled at him. He kissed me softly and lovingly. You kissed back. Optimus' hand went up at the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You let him.

Optimus broke the kiss and looked serious. "I do not want to find another man's scent on you again. If I do, I will do the same thing I did just now."

You blushed, but turned into a smirk. "Then I have to do it again, if you get to fuck me like you did just now." I giggled.

Optimus gave a tired sigh, then smiled at me. "If you do, then I may have to not let you cum for your punishment."

You froze. "You know what. I'm not going to do that then."

Optimus chuckled and put his face against my scent gland. He smelled heavily against it. He sighs into my neck and snuzzles against it.

"All that matters is that your scent is not flooded by his scent."

Optimus hugged me tightly. You put your arms around his neck and nuzzle against him, tiredness overflowing you.

"I'm glad. I want to be covered by your scent."

Optimus smiled. "Good. I've made sure of that."