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snipersfucker · 2 years ago

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An apology, but we all want to read how they are inside and possibly the Autobots lose control when what they have been imagining for so long happens (like Mirage / Bee / or Optimus) you made us addicted to you writing

there are special little places where yall can get help with your addiction!! im not the remedy!! (i bite the walls every single time i get a compliment) ALSO lets just pretend bees vocal cords werent ripped out to the point he couldn't moan like a slut :) dubcon:/

Bee was desperate.

The way your hips swayed when you walked, the way the soft tone of your voice echoed in the insides of his helm, the way you'd wrap your fragile fingers around his steering wheel and squeeze it ever so slightly in a playful manner—he needed you.

And one day, after spending countless nights on imagining you stretched out on his throbbing spike, your tits bouncing with every slap of his hips against your bare ass, he finally got the honour of actually seeing you underneath him, not just picturing it in his mind.

Bee was desperate for you, but he was also shy. Which meant that you had to initiate all the talks, all the touches, and all the kisses. However, when he finally understood that he had you exactly where he wanted you, and when he heard you vocalise your desire for him, he just couldn't stop himself.

The soft exchange of pecks on each others' lips turned into a heated make-out session, his glossa quickly asking for permission to slip into your mouth just so he could get a proper taste for the first time. His metal body began overheating as soon as he felt your body straddling his lap, your legs on both side of his hips. Your bold move made him only crave more of your touch, him barely able to restrain himself from just having his way with you, manhandling you until you'd beg for him to stop absolutely ruining you for the pleasure of you both.

And he wanted to continue making a mess with his lips on yours, especially when you were making so many sweet noises just for him... But he had to take things further, feeling like his spark might just explode if he didn't.

So he pulled away slowly, making eye contact with you for just a mere second, only to see the needy expression on your face, which gave him a silent permission to jump right into what he'd planned to do. His lips quickly found their place on the side of your neck, his servos landing on your hips, subconsciously pushing your core into his abdomen to create more friction between you.

He began licking, kissing, nibbling, and sucking the skin gently into his intake to create pretty bruises on your neck which would show anyone that you belonged to him.

Your breaths were getting heavier, much more chaotic, them hitching in your throat every time he paid special attention to a particularly sensitive spot. Your needy whimpers were mixing with the sound of his vents trying to stop him from overheating, his reaction to you making you want more of him than you already had.

And you didn't know you already had him whole. He was yours.

"Bee, please..." you whined, your eyes closed shut, hands on both of his shoulders with a strong grip which he didn't mind at all.

Your words made him transform the area under his abdomen, now a hard spike on full display, its length slapping against your stomach with every intense throb. He didn't stop taking care of your neck for even a second, every whimper and groan of desperation being muffled by your skin as he continuously planted wet kisses all the way down from your jaw to your collarbone.

He was growing impatient.

His spike touching you was sending constant pleasurable electric shocks down his bipedalism cord, his spark nearly exploding when you grinded against it with your clothed core.

The grip of his digits on your hips tightened, and you'd probably have endless bruises on your sweet, soft skin tomorrow, and this thought should've made him feel at least a tad bad but he adored knowing that he left something while doing such sinful things with you.

When you moved and brushed against his length again, he groaned in impatience, pulling away just to lift the hem of your loose shirt with his digit to signal to you that he needed it off. You made eye contact with him as you got rid of the piece of clothing on your upper half. But it wasn't enough for him—he had to have you naked against him, every inch of your warm, human skin against his hot, metal one.

Before his digit moved to the waistline of your pants, you were already unbuttoning and unzipping them, getting out of his lap just to be able to take them off fully alongside with your panties, them ending up somewhere on the floor, probably next to your shirt.

His optics immediately shot to your cunt, the temptation to put his spike inside you overwhelming his body. He didn't even wait patiently for you to get back onto his lap on your own, as soon as he stopped devouring the sight of you in front of him in just a bra, he immediately pulled you towards him with both servos on your hips again, placing you on his lap, exactly where you belonged at that moment.

Now your bare core was brushing against his spike, and he couldn't refrain himself from letting a couple of desperate noises roll off him glossa. You decided to undress fully for him, taking your bra off and tossing it onto the pile of long forgotten clothes. His optics could barely take in the view before his lips found themselves on your tits, his intake giving attention to both, switching from teasing, licking and kissing the left one to doing exactly the same to the right one. Your hardened nipples made it possible for him to gently bite them, making you buckle your hips and moan his name shamelessly, your own noises not allowing you to hear your thoughts, as if there was anything else on your mind other than how good Bee's glossa felt when it curled up on your nipple, it getting sucked into his intake.

The remains of self-control he could find within himself were slipping through his digits, the force of his touches increasing with every passing second. At the same time, he was also getting more and more intense reactions from you, your body craving more as it pressed against his.

Bee groaned, impatience getting the better of him, as he wrapped his arm around your fragile, human body, lifting you up with your chest still to his.

He moved fast like a starving man, placing you gently on the hard floor of the garage, its coldness radiating to your body, adding a completely new sensation. You arched your back, exposing your chest even more to him, hoping he'd put his mouth on your already swollen and sensitive nipples, but he seemed to have other plans when, without a heads-up, he grabbed the back of both your thighs, and lifted up your hips so that now the only body parts of yours making contact with the cement underneath you were your upper back and your head.

Your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head as you bit your lip to stop yourself from whimpering at the absolutely sinful sight of Bee kneeling down and hovering over you, spreading your legs and holding them pressed to your chest for better access to your dripping cunt.

You felt the tip of his spike teasing your hole which has been clenching over nothing for the past couple of minutes, finally about to get what it needed the most. And then, with one swift motion, Bee slid into you, the wet sound of his length entering your core echoed against the walls of your head.

A loud moan escaped the depths of your throat, lips parted, eyes closed themselves shut before you could even stop them, wanting to watch as the robot began trying to bottom out inside your warm cunt, but unfortunately his spike was too big for you to take for now.

It felt good. The pain from being so suddenly stretched out around him mixed with the pleasure from his spike hitting all the sweet spots inside you with the very first thrust of his hips.

Bee felt as if he no longer had control over his own body, the feeling of you wrapped around him, your warm cunt so inviting to just ruin it without second thoughts. And he could find absolutely no strength within himself to stop the almost animalistic desire to make you his in every meaning of this word.

His optics were trained on your face for mere seconds before his gaze shifted to the place where your bodies connected, your cunt covered in your own slick, the hole visibly stretched out to take his spike, even if it was only a half of his full length.

The idea of pushing the entire thing in only made him groan, the images of the bulge in your lower stomach he'd create flashing in front of his optics.

He threw his head back when he felt you clench around him, the sensation too much to handle.

You knew he was about to begin pounding into you as if it was the only thing he was made to do, the expression on his face and the look he was giving you the entire time confirming it.

"Bee..." you whined his name, not being fully aware what that sweet tone of your voice was doing to him.

So he just positioned himself better, pressing your thighs harder to your chest, taking almost the entire length of his spike out of your begging cunt, only to slam into you and put even more of him inside you.

You couldn't even control the noises escaping you anymore, your head thrown back because of the overwhelming pleasure.

Bee has had enough of waiting, the memory of him sitting in the corner of this garage, his spike in his servo as he kept fisting himself, overloading onto the hard floor multiple times just to get some relief after having to watch you walk around in your damned little dresses, your hips innocently swaying, your tits deliciously bouncing with every step.

Before you could register it, the robot was destroying your needy cunt with aggressive pounding, feeling as if he able to put more and more inches inside you with every slam of his hips against your ass.

His speed and the way he could hit all the best spots, even though the tip of his spike was kissing your cervix, made you constantly moan out loud, as if the walls of the garage were soundproof.

He kept making noises as well, although his were much deeper, more frustrated, as if he was chasing something he was so closed to catch but right before getting it, it'd just slip away from him.

He thought of this moment for a long time, the pink transfluid painting his servos on many occasions as he was imagining you in this exact position underneath him, squirming in pleasure.

But then, he came up with an even better idea, his body immediately following through, without even analysing it. He stopped mercilessly pounding into you just to manhandle you on your stomach, lifting your backside by your hips, spreading your legs to allow him to penetrate your needy cunt even more deeply. He positioned himself over you, his spike yet again pressing against your core for just a second before finally entering you once more. He didn't even waste time on preparing you to take him, just like the first time he pushed his length inside your pussy.

Now he had the opportunity to properly grope and slap your ass as much as he pleased, his hips constantly hitting it with every hard thrust he'd make. Tears began forming in the corner of your eyes, the feeling of being so perfectly stuffed by his spike making you shudder, moan and squirm beneath him.

His movements were rapid and chaotic, but he never slowed down, only increasing his speed, making mental notes of the noises you were making while he was fucking you so good.

"Bee, 't hurts..." you whimpered weakly in-between your loud, slutty moans, him taking it as an encouragement to continue ruining your cunt which was now clenching around him more than ever before. His one servo went to the back of your head tilted to the side, his digits gently stroking your hair as if it was supposed to help ease the pain mixing with pleasure, while the other one was still on your hip, pulling your body towards him at the same time he was pushing at it, making your skins hit each other with even more force.

You told him it hurt you but he couldn't stop.

He felt himself getting closer and closer to overloading, the warmth of your cunt getting sweetly unbearable as his movements became more sloppy, yet still as hard as before.

"Fuck." Curses kept spilling from your sinful mouth, feeling his thick spike throb inside you, indicating that he was probably about to finish.

The discomfort and pain of his metal hips hitting your much softer backside were slowly becoming less and less noticeable as complete pleasure washed over you, making you a wet, moaning mess underneath him.

With his two servos on your hips, he increased the speed of his movements once more, chasing the so desired release.

"Bee, please..." you whined again, your tits bouncing with every thrust, your hardened nipples brushing against the rough floor, "Overload in me..."

Your words were enough to tip him over the edge. With only a few more harsh slams into your tight cunt, he felt himself spurting his thick transfluid into your cervix, multiple groans and whimpers leaving his intake as he did so. He kept fucking the pink liquid into your cunt, not wanting a single drop to escape.

You could still feel his hard, metal hips hitting your ass, all until you clenched around him so tightly, he swore he could overload again just from that sensation alone. You came all over his thick spike, moaning loudly, your body shaking with indescribable pleasure from both his rough pounding as well as the knowledge that his transfluid was deep inside you.

Bee didn't pull out instantly, his thrusts decreasing in speed and force with every passing second, trying to ride out the remains of his and yours overloads.

You were panting and the robot was most definitely overheating, his metal body much hotter in touch than ever before, now his chassis pressed against your back as he began planting gentle kisses to your hair, his vents not being able to catch up.

After a long time that didn't feel long enough for him, he decided to pull away and take his spike out of your core filled with his transfluid, practically begging him to just fuck it again. But now, that his lust for you was somehow taken care of, he could regain the control over his body, and allow you to rest after getting absolutely ruined by him.

You rolled over onto your back yourself, clenching your thighs together when you felt his pink juices flooding out of you, wanting to keep them there for as long as possible. He smiled at your attempts to keep him inside you, the desire growing in his optics once again.

Bee gently wrapped his servos around your bare, exhausted body, lifting you up to place you down on the sofa he was previously occupying with you in his lap. As soon as you felt the plush against the skin of your back, you pulled the robot in your direction with your hands on both sides of his helm, making him bend his body so that you could kiss him passionately for the last time that night, knowing that he was most likely about to leave you to take care of his Autobot duties. He obliged without complaining, ready to slide into you again right then and there. And how disappointed he was when you pulled away with a soft smile, exhaustion finally catching up to you...

The corner of his slips curled up as he looked around in search for something to put on you. An abandoned blanket sitting on a wooden chair since he could remember would do. Before you could even notice he left you alone on the sofa, he was back, covering you from the neck down quickly but still making sure your whole body was under the soft fabric.

"Prime needs you?" you asked in a weak tone, your voice now only confirming how tired you actually were.

Prime needed him but he needed you.

Bee only nodded, to which you responded softly, "I'll stay here." And before he could even give you any sort of a physical confirmation that he got that, you already closed your eyes with a content expression written all over your face.

He smirked to himself, the sweet feeling of finally achieving his goal washing over him, him practically having been able to live in his dreams for a moment. His smile only widened when he came to a realisation...

He finally managed to mark you as his.

don't know if i made it he-lost-control enough but i tried and that's what counts in my books. also, i made it an oneshot but if you wanted separate hcs for these characters ill be more than willing to write it

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June List

1st

-OURS!!!: TFRID2015!Jetstorm x Cybertronian!Minicon!GN!Reader x TFRID2015!Slipstream Oneshot

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4th

-Transformers 2007 - Chapter Three: (Pending)

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-Megatron Plan Series: Plan I - (Pending)

8th

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11th

-Transformers 2007 - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Megatron Plan Series: Plan J - (Pending)

15th

-You Changed…: TFIDW!MTMTE!Glitch/Tarn x Cybertronian!Former Partner!Now Scout!GN!Reaer Oneshot

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18th

-Transformers 2007 - Chapter Five: (Pending)

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-Megatron Plan Series: Plan K - (Pending)

22th

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25th

-Transformers 2007 - Chapter Six: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Chapter Six: (Pending)

-Megatron Plan Series: Plan L - (Pending)

29th

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July List

1st

-Transformers 2007 - Chapter Seven: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Chapter Seven: (Pending)

-Megatron Plan Series: Plan M - (Pending)

8th

-Transformers 2007 - Ending One: Optimus Prime

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Two: Bumblebee

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Three: Ironhide

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Four: Ratchet

-Play thing: TF1Megatron x Cybertronian!GN!FormerSentinelGuard!Reader xTF1!Dark(SG)Optimus Prime Oneshot

-The Yapper x The Listener: TFRescueBots!Heatwave x Human!Female!Teacher!Reader Oneshot

12th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter One: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Chapter Eight: (Pending)

-Megatron Plan Series: Plan N - (Pending)

15th

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Five: Barricade

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Six: Sam

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Seven: Mikaela

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Eight: Lennox

-Desires and Choices: TFIDW!SG!Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!Autobot!GN!Reader Oneshot

-Meeting The Boss: TFRID2015!Thunderhoof x Cybertronian!Femme!Doe!ClubBodyGuard!Reader Oneshot

19th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter Two: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter One - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW: New Beginnings - Part 3: (Pending)

22nd

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Nine: Jazz

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Ten: Megatron

-Transformers 2007 - Ending Eleven: Robert Epps

-Loose Ends: TF3!Ironhide x Cybertronian!Decepticon!OldFriend!GN!Reader Oneshot

-Old Friends, New Paths: TFE!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!RetiredBodyGuard!GN!Reader Oneshot

26th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter Three: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Two - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW: New Beginnings - Part 4: (Pending)

29th

-Good Old Times: TFIDW!Blaster x Cybertronian!OldFriend!Decepticon!Taller!GN!Reader Oneshot

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August List-

3rd

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Two - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW: New Beginnings - Part 5: (Pending)

6th

-Open nods, New Ties: TFIDW!MTMTE!Overlord x Cybertronian!FormerDJDMember!GN!Reader Oneshot

-Old Feelings: TFA!Ratchet x Cybertronian!DecepticonToAutobot!GN!Reader Oneshot

-Lovers Promise: TFIDW!MTMTE!Yandere!Dark!Drift x Cybertronian!FormerGaurd!GN!Reader Oneshot

10th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter Five: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Chapter Three - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 1: (Pending)

13th

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Ending 1

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline One Sentinel: Ending 2

-Traitor! Part 2: TF1!Starscream x Cybertronian!GN!Reader Oneshot

17th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter Six: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline Two: Starscream/Soundwave/Shockwave: Chapter One - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 2: (Pending)

20th

-Delightful: TFP!Knockout x Human!Female!Reader Oneshot

-Teddy Bear: TF5!HighCouncilLeader!Yandere!Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!Racer!EX!GN!Reader Oneshot

-Arranged Marriage 2: TFIDW!MTMTE!FantasyAU!Prince!Yandere!Toxic!Wing x FantasyAU!Cybertronian!Blacksmith!GN!Reader Oneshot

24th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Chapter Seven: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline Two: Starscream/Soundwave/Shockwave: Chapter Two - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 3: (Pending)

31st

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending One: Optimus Prime

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Two: Bumblebee

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Three: Ironhide

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Four: Ratchet

-Sparkmates Chapter Two: TFIDW!Kup x Cybertronian!Decepticon!GN!Reader Oneshot

September List-

3rd

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter One: (Pending)

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline Two: Starscream/Soundwave/Shockwave: Chapter Three - (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 4: (Pending)

7th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Five: Barricade

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Six: Sam

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Seven: Mikaela

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Eight: Lennox

-Transformers One: Before and So Forth - Timeline Two: Starscream/Soundwave/Shockwave: Ending

10th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter Two: (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 5: (Pending)

14th

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Nine: The Fallen

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Ten: Megatron

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Eleven: Robert Epps

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Twelve: Sideswipe

-Transformers: Revenge of the Fallen - Ending Thirteen: Mudflap and Skids

17th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter Three: (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 6: (Pending)

-Our Paths Meet: TF1!Megatronus Prime x Prime!GN!Reader Oneshot

21st

-First Meet: TF1!Mermaid!Megatronus Prime x Human!Non-Binary!Reader Oneshot

-Closed for Buisness: TFCyberverse!Bumblebee x Cybertronian!DojoOwner!GN!Reader x TFCyberverse!Starscream Oneshot

-Soulmates In Different Size: TFPrime!Ratchet x Adult!Human!Chubby!Reader Oneshot

24th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Transformers IDW - You Truly Are Something: Season 1 - Part 7: (Pending)

28th

-Ego Much: TFIDW2019!Sahdowstriker x Cybertronian!Knight!GN!Reader Oneshot

-My Private Medic: TFCyberverse!Soundwave x Cybertronian!GN!Medic!Reader Oneshot

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31st

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter Five: (Pending)

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Knuckles - Episode 1 - The Warrior

October List-

4th

-My Hopes: Solus Prime x Seeker!GN!Reader x Megatronus Prime Oneshot

-Open

7th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter Six: (Pending)

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Knuckles - Episode 2 - Don’t Ever say I Wasn’t There For You

-Open

11th

-Open

14th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Chapter Seven: (Pending)

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Knuckles - Episode 3 - The Shabbat Dinner

-Open

21st

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending One: Optimus Prime

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Two: Bumblebee

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Three: Ironhide

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Four: Ratchet

25th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter One: (Pending)

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Knuckles - Episode 4 - The Flames of Disaster

-Open

28th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Five: Barricade

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Six: Sam

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Seven: Mirage

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Eight: Lennox

November List-

2nd

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter Two: (Pending)

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Knuckles - Episode 5 - Reno, Baby

-Open

5th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Nine: Sentinel Prime

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Ten: Megatron

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Eleven: Robert Epps

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Twelve: Sideswipe

9th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter Three: (Pending)

-Sonic the Hedgehog: Knuckles - Episode 16 - What Happens in Reno, Stays In Reno

-Open

12th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Thirteen: Roadbuster

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Fourteen: Leadfoot

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Fifteen: Topspin

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Sixteen: Soundwave

16th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Gods Legends - Chapter One: (Pending)

-Open

19th

-Transformers: Dark of the Moon - Ending Seventeen: Shockwave

-Open

23rd

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter Five: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Gods Legends - Chapter Two: (Pending)

-Open

26th

-Open

30th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter Six: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Gods Legends - Chapter Three: (Pending)

-Open

December List-

2nd

-Open

6th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Chapter Seven: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Gods Legends - Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Open

13th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Optimus Prime

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Bumblebee

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Crosshairs

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Drift

16th

-Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter One: (Pending)

-Lego Monkie Kid: Gods Legends - Chapter Five: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode One: (Pending)

20th

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Barricade

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Cade

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Lockdown

-Transformers: Age of Extinction - Ending One: Megatron

23rd

-Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter Two: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode Two: (Pending)

-Open

27th

-Open

30th

-Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter Three: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode Three: (Pending)

-Open

January List-

4th

-Open

7th

- Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter Four: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode Four: (Pending)

-Open

11th

-Open

14th

-Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter Five: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode Five: (Pending)

-Open

18th

-Open

21st

-Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter Six: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode Six: (Pending)

-Open

25th

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28th

-Transformers: The Last Knight- Chapter Seven: (Pending)

-Creatures Commandos: Adventures is Out There - Episode Seven: (Pending)

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February List-

1st - Ending One: Optimus Prime

2nd - Ending Two: Bumblebee

3rd - Ending Three: Crosshairs

4th - Ending Four: Drift

5th - Ending Five: Barricade

6th - Ending Six: Cade

7th - Ending Seven: Lockdown

8th - Ending Eight: Lennox

9th - Ending Nine: Megatron

10th - Ending Ten: Nemesis Prime

11th - Ending Eleveen: Hotrod

12th - Ending Twelve: Cogman

#solarseeks #transformers #x reader #transformers x reader #transformers one #transformers one x reader #transformers kup #transformers masterlist #solarseeks masterlist #torure #but it makes me happy #lots of fun #robot smut #sometimes fluff idk

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freakyformer · 2 months ago

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This story is 18+ please read with caution…

Optimus x megatron (a bitter sweet memory)

The mine shafts were shut down and closed for the night so everyone was in their recharge station. Orion snuck out of his recharge station and headed towards D-16. The duo has gotten into a lot of trouble over the years of working in a mine shaft that is potentially dangerous. Orion walked through the halls as he was keeping watch of the darkwing. He finally made it to D-16’s wing and walked in front of him.

“Hey D.” He whispered.

D-16’s face burrowed but remained asleep.

“D, get up.” Orion called again, this time, knocking his helm.

“Mmph…?” D-16 grogged.

“Cmon let’s sneak around!” Orion said cheerfully.

“What the frag Orion it’s like crack in the middle of the-tch let’s just go.” D-16 groaned as he got out of recharge state.

And with that, the 2 miners walked around the place while Orion was grinning from ear to ear as he talked away. D-16 rolled his optics at his friends state but smiled softly at it. Orion playfully tapped his shoulder from time to time talking to him as they roamed the hallways. Though it was dark, their optics laminated the way so they won’t bump into anything.

Orion was (blindly) looking at D-16 a lot more than he should have but it’s a habit at this point. D-16 obviously noticed but hasn’t said a thing, he doesn’t think it’s weird. Right? As the night slowly paces, heavy metal thumps on the ground as it starts to darken up more.

Orion looked at D again, this time, with a plan swirling in his head. He playfully tapped D-16 on the middle of his face which made D flinch a little, but soon relaxed.

“What are you doing?” D-16 asked with a small chuckle.

“Nothing!” Orion said with his hands thrown up playfully.

Soon, Orion tapped D-16 and began running. D-16 snapped out of his usual daze to see Orion giggling and sprinting infront of him. He smirked grew on his faceplate as he chased right after him. Heavy boots clanking after clank, neither of them caring if both of them was making noise.

They were sure everyone was dead asleep anyways. Orion was a bit faster than D-16 so he ran into a random supply room. D slowed down to catch his breath as he scanned his area. As fun as chasing Orion down was, it was awfully energy wasting and he felt tired so he walked after him. Orion came out his little hiding spot and poked out from a corner, scaring tired D-16.

“AH!” D-16 hollered, clutching his cog hole.

“Gotcha!” Orion laughed.

“Okay, that was not funny at all. And I’m extremely tired from chasing your aft all around.” D-16 said with a mutter at the last bit.

As the two of them began walking and talking again, Orion took D-16 by his hand and led him into an another supply room which thankfully, had energon. Orion happily took a cube and bit it, the energy was a bit different but it was a long awhile since last had some. D-16 was staring at him, dumbfounded and shocked.

“Are you insane?! What do you think you’re doing?!” D-16 whispered.

“Oh relax D! It’s just one cube.” Orion said with a shrug.

“Don’t tell me to relax! We might get caught due to your greediness and hunger!” D-16 said with annoyance.

Orion rolled his optics playfully before shoving a cube into D-16’s chassis. D looked down at the cube and tried to shove it back towards Orion but he didn’t let up. D-16 face looked like he wanted to yell at Orion for how stupid this idea was but Orion looked at D-16 like it was okay to eat the cube and that they wouldn’t get caught.

After some back and forth, D-16 finally took the cube with a scowl on his face and he took a bite. The flavor to him was exhilarating and a little too strong but he felt the energy surging through him and felt less tired so there’s that. The two miners began to talk and eat some cubes as they stood around, continue their earlier conversations late into the night.

Suddenly, the two heard loud footsteps with the sounds of low growling noises. They both assumed it was darkwing and started to panic. The footsteps became louder and obviously was heading into the supply room that they were in so they were freaking out more. D-16 quickly pulled Orion into a corner and stood infront of him in a dark corner within the room, hopefully out of sight.

Darkwing swung open the door and looked around the room for a bit as the two miners spark was beating rapidly. Darkwing grabbed like 4-7 cubes and closed the supply door, his heavy footsteps becoming silence within each step. The two mechs sighed heavily, a breath of relief.

“How many cubes did you eat?” Orion asked.

“Around like 4-5. You?” D-16 replied.

“Like 6 I think.” Orion replied but it was more jittery than usual.

D-16 sighed heavily as they stood at the corner, neither of them wanting to move. They were a little too close than usual and the tension thicking the air. D-16 subconsciously moved his head closer to Orions and soon put his cool metal lips against his. It was a quick peck as D-16 pulled away, his faceplates warming up due to him being flustered.

It seemed like the energon they bit had a little of an effect on them, or finally admitting their feelings. None of them could figure out what was in that energon. It could explain why darkwing took a lot than the required amount but no one was there to watch him so who cares.

The two mechs were stunned from the quick kiss that they shared. Orions optics lidded as a smirk soon played on his faceplate while he stared at D-16, his face was blank but his faceplate was hot.

“I want you.” D-16 finally spoke.

Orion was taken aback by this but he was soon kissed by D-16 again, this time, the kiss lasting longer than before. Orion melted into the kiss, slipping his glossa inside D-16’s mouth as D moved his hand to Orions waist. The kiss turned heated fast as the mechs soon began to embrace each other in more ways than one.

Orions valve sounded opened which made a small clank sound. D-16 pulled away to look down at Orion’s valve, some lubricant dripping out of him. He tested it, rubbing his finger against his valve entrance. Earning a small groan from Orion as he circled his entrance slowly but harshly. D-16’s spike was twitching in his panel, throbbing to be released but D wanted to wait a little, see how it would go. He pushed a digit inside Orion and started to thrust his digit as Orion began to whine and moan. D-16 heard Orions pathetic pleas as he added a couple more digits into his tight little valve.

D-16 couldn’t take it anymore, he spun Orion to where Orion is pressed up against the wall, his back arched and his valve dripping. D-16’s spike finally throbbed out and pushed against Orion’s valve entrance. He held Orion’s hips as he thrust his spike inside the warm valve, earning a scream from Orion to which D-16 quickly silenced him. He began to slowly thrust his spike inside Orion, small clang noises emitted around the small supply room and the mechs groaning and moans.

“Harder D…it’s okay, I can handle it.” Orion pleaded.

As soon as those words left Orion’s mouth, D-16 did not hesitate. He picked up his pace, thrusting into Orion in a speed that was overwhelming Orion’s valve but by no means he was complaining. He loved D-16 harsh pace once he got accustomed to it and his moans were louder and jagged. Loud clangs and moans could be heard from somewhat outside the supply room to which thankfully, no one was around to break them up or walk in on them. D-16 groaned and growled as he pounded the life out of Orion’s valve. His thrust became more harder and Jagged before he spilled his hot load inside Orion’s valve as Orion came right after him.

The two miners breathed very hard as they were coming down from their overwhelming high. D-16 slipped his spike out and held Orion by the waist, not wanting to let go for the moment. Orion turned himself to face D, a small smile plastered on his faceplate.

“You didn’t do too bad.” Orion said.

“Too bad? I’ll have you know you kept begging me going ‘oh D! Go harder! I can take it!’ Was that not you?” D-16 chuckled as he helps Orion get up.

“Next time, I’ll top you! And when I do, I’ll make sure you will scream louder than I did.” Orion boasted as him and D-16 walked out the supply room.

D-16 playfully rolled his optics at Orion’s words as they walked back into their recharge stations. Though neither of them wanted to separate, they slept in the same recharged pod which surprisingly fitted them both.

OKAY I HOPE YALL ENJOYED THIS LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT A PART 2 WHERE ORION TOPS OR SMTH IDK

AUTHORS NOTE: wait tell me why certain fandom where the main ships often get switched from whose top or bottom, like the fanfics. MAJORITY has Megatron being a bottom but sometimes Optimus but that's rare (not really) and Optimus is a bottom for the fan art. From my point of view, i believe megatron is a switch but mostly likes to top due to him having a massive ego and REFUSING to let anyone belittle him but cant say he sometimes will allow it. The same with Optimus but i feel like he prefers to bottom simply because hes a prime. The mech is stressed out from having to deal with the decepticons 24/7 so i can kinda see him not wanting to spike anyone but instead, spike him. Makes his life more interesting i guess. (brought to you by the mind of using my intellect.)

#tf one megop #megop #fluff #valveplug #smut #fanfic #fandom #transformers

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em0-bunni · 3 months ago

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New Fic!!

Just posted a new fic to Ao3; it's a ' yoink and twist' of an old fic, "Till Death Do Us Bind" by Awenseth, I really enjoyed their idea and wanted to expand and put my own spin on it!

Summary: During a devastating battle with the Decepticons, Wheeljack's latest invention malfunctions, resulting in a catastrophic explosion. Amidst the chaos, both Sideswipe and Thundercracker go offline. While reeling from their loss, Skywarp, Starscream, and Sunstreaker reach out to their respective bonds, longing for their mates. Instead, they end up forging a new trine with one another.

Warnings: Major Character Death, Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Ship(s): Sideswipe & Sunstreaker (Transformers), Sideswipe/Sunstreaker (Transformers), Skywarp/Starscream/Thundercracker (Transformers), Skywarp/Starscream/Sunstreaker (Transformers

Character(s): Sunstreaker (Transformers), Sideswipe (Transformers), Skywarp (Transformers), Starscream (Transformers), Thundercracker (Transformers), Mentioned Others

Other Additional Tag(s): Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Manipulation, kinda??, Seeker Trines (Transformers), Seeker Culture (Transformers), Fluff, Angst, Smut, the big three, Broken Sparkbonds (Transformers), Kidnapping, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Eventual Smut, Transformers Spark Bonds, Spark Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Sticky Sexual Interfacing (Transformers), Tags May Change, Other Additional Tags to Be Added

My fic

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63086035

Awenseth's

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2231064

Please check them out if you're interested :3

#transformers #transformers fanfiction #fanfiction #fanfic #valveplug #sunstreaker #sideswipe #thundercracker #skywarp #starscream #seekers #transformers seekers #command trine #elite trine #sunstreaker and sideswipe #fluff #angst #smut

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seekerwingzcg · 6 months ago

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ℕ𝕠 𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕎𝕙𝕒𝕥: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟚

The boys learn more about each other and get nasty again. At least this time it's in the shower.

#transformers #d 16 #orion pax #tfo #tf one #friends to lovers #p!ss #omorashi #valveplug #fluff #AO3 link #fluff plus smut #dpax #SeekerWingzCG #SeekerwingzCG fanfiction #MegOp #wasteplay

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ssstarscreamconjunx-alice · 3 months ago

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Embers of a Starlit Flame| Chapter 1

(Old name on AO3: A Firefly’s Flame Reignites the Darkest Star)

Starscream had long been aware that the Autobots kept ‘human companions’. ‘Pets’ he’d thought. Filthy, insignificant, organic pets. He’d never paid much attention to it, unless it served him, not even when he’d catch a glimpse of a certain red-headed one. Only ever thinking twice about the Autobots’ weakness for organic life whenever it benefitted him.

His first meeting with the organic named ‘Alice’, was during a skirmish between him with a small group of Decepticons against a patrol team of Autobots that escalated into a full battle. She’d been there, he’d expected her to be squished under pede or for the Autobot force to retreat due to her involvement. But she held her own. Starscream’s innate curiosity got the better of him. ‘Strange... humans shouldn’t be that strong.’

Far too durable, shouldn’t be able to knock over bots that size. How was she doing that? How was this puny femme on equal standing with a Cybertronian?

Before he could stop himself, Starscream had crossed the battlefield to get a closer look at the small human easily fighting off Vehicons- sure, they’re easily the lowest in strength compared to a Seeker like him, but an Earthling? It was his leader, Megatron’s booming, irritating voice that shook Starscream from his stupor, reminding him that he was in a firefight. His instinct was to aim a shoulder missile right at the offending organic, and upper hand that would, at the very least, win them the fight. Only to be jumped and wrestled to the ground by a nearby Autobot.

Having learned the puny thing’s designation, through the Autobot that knocked him over: ‘Alice’.

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Their next meeting happened only a few months later.. He’d attempted another scheme. Another reckless act of insubordination- of treason. Just a good stash of Energon he had been saving up in an old mine, sneaking more rations than necessary back to Earth for when he was planning on taking Megatron out.

He’d miscalculated, ending up with Megatron’s awareness of his pitiful coup, leading Starscream to drag his broken frame into a shallow rock-shelter cave for cover. He was lucky to be in the shape he’d been in, having avoided Megatron’s urge to blast him at point blank with his shoulder cannon. Still… he’d be lucky not to drain out, as he’d dragged himself quite far leaking Energon. Unable to transform comfortably, even if his thruster hadn’t been damaged.

The irritating, confusing organic femme seemed to appear practically out of nowhere. Having been on a ‘work-thing’ not far from there, and she’d gone against better judgment to follow the splattering path of lost Energon into his cave.

His immediate reaction to the human was again to aim his shoulder mounted gun in her face. He was vulnerable, and she was an Autobot sympathizer. As if coaxing a wounded animal for care, she was able to wiggle her way past his suspicion, and well, it was either her or she’d call Ratchet.

She was stubborn, almost more stubborn than he, but the aching of his frame was more than enough to accept her help. So, he begrudgingly let her fix his wounds, even if they were merely a patch job. No matter how he complained, his own self-preservation kept him from shutting his panels on the organic femme’s hands-

-and Oh, were they soft. Strong enough to push panels and lift his internal mechanisms, the ones still intact anyway, to reach bad breakage, but so soft, nimble. He’d thought he’d be unsettled by the texture and malleability of humans, but at the very least her hands felt good.

She showed him no fear, offering nothing but a soft smile as she talked him through her patching. Somehow, that had soothed his worry instead of raising his suspicion as it usually would.

She knew of him, knew the stories,; still confirming if he was Starscream. Giving him the chance to lie. And, instead of his usual peacocking, or even a bold-faced lie, he let out a detached ‘yes’.

Yet, she treated him no differently.

It stirred a part of his spark that made him feel nauseous, she was looking at him as if he was any other mech, as if he wasn’t three times her size, a known war criminal, and ‘The Commander of the Seekers. Him, Starscream! Second-in-Command! He should have been offended.

But she didn’t ask him too many questions, didn’t pester him with how this happened, respected that privacy- but still wanted to know him. He was suspicious, of course.

She’d patched him well enough. Enough to grant him ease of transformation and flight back to the nemesis, and hopefully a medic.

To which he took and ran, not bothering a thank you; just wanting to be as far from the femme as possible.

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Starscream paid litle attention to her, as if he’d forgotten- but he hadn’t. He’d catch glimpses over the next few months by chance but never investigated. He felt he owed it to her because she saved his life.

Until again she was on the battlefield.

He remained avoidant, hoping he could pass it off as not noticing the tiny femme. Focusing instead on the pathetic excuse for an Autobot patrol squad. But it didn’t escape his optics or his notice when she began disappearing from the fire fight. Saw her curly red hair disappear into and behind a small boulder into the mountain line. Chasing some… shadow.

The first thing to be noticed by him is another voice, older and harsher, not the delicate, feathery but sweet voice of the organic femme he knew-

Alice had noticed a familiar and dreadful life force while keeping out of sight of the Decepticon cell fighting her Autobot friends. Her mother.

An alien woman named Nimue, or at least that’s the name she gave Alice the first time they met. Several reminders of their past encounters stained her torso, and against her better judgement, she ran after her. Painfully aware that the she-beast was leading her away from support and likely into a trap.

She didn’t notice the towering Seeker tailing her.

Starscream had followed behind as stealthily as he could, mass-shifting to hide better behind the smaller, human scaled rocks to eavesdrop. Not that the two voices said much of interest. He didn’t catch the name of the new presence, but he glanced from behind the rocks to catalogue this new creature. The larger femme-shaped, alien woman floated above Alice

He observed as the alien, unprovoked, lunged at Alice piercing her shoulder with something that embedded itself too fast for him to see, and the alien woman shot off out of sight fast enough to rival a Seeker.

He watched, with his spark swirling with an unfamiliar and unwanted feeling, as the femme he knew crumpled onto the ground with a pitifully painful noise. Starscream was fighting against a strange urge to reveal himself, to do something!

He lost that fight when he felt the static in the air thicken through his atmosphere sensors. He cautiously activated his scanner display, revealing that the human femme no more than 20 feet away was putting off enough energy to power an Energon cannon, and it was steadily growing into something dangerous.

That unfamiliar feeling in his spark only grew as his processor articulated the data he was monitoring. The femme writhed not that far from him, and it sounded painful, and if it was painful then it was doing damage- and an organic body is not capable of holding onto energy like that.

With that feeling invading him and the logical conclusion that she would most definitely explode, without any idea how large the blast radius would be, he panicked.

Starscream shot out from behind the rocks, the small femme, far closer in height now due to his manipulated size, was unresponsive. And warm. Uncomfortably warm.

He could practically feel the cataclysmic event her collapse would cause under his servos. It was all too obvious what was causing it, and the damn thing was glowing under the skin on her left shoulder, the shirt torn right above it. Humans don’t glow like that, right?

As large as his servos are, he could still improvise. Having grabbed his tinkering tools from one of his spare compartments to dig the offending object out of Alice’s shoulder. He’s no medic, but surely his servos could be steady enough.

Once the strangely luminescent, crystal-like object was removed, the organic femme had collapsed against his chassis with a broken, painful sound. He didn’t like that. Starscream studied the object with sour curiosity, the large, sharp opalescence shard of some unidentifiable origin or matter, it had dimmed and was slowly ebbing since he’d removed it. Starscream stuffed it, along with his tools, back in a storage compartment before looking at the weight in his lap.

Paled, curly matted from sweat clinging to her face, still twisted in discomfort.

She was still volatile, data-wise, and he wasn’t enjoying the state of her appearance or the expression of her half-conscious face. If another Decepticon noticed her, Starscream is sure that she’d be used against the Autobots and likely the planet with him still on it. If he hadn’t been there to know the context, it’s what he’d have done.

He doesn’t enjoy the thought he might parish due to Megatron’s recklessness. So, he steeled himself and carefully set up to transform into his alt-mode after mass-shifting, the dual action leaving him a little wobbly from the amount of Energon used so rapidly. But he steadily fit in his cockpit after and shot off as fast as he could from the area to somewhere much safer.

An old airbase. He’d been storing personal stuff in it in-between patrols. Yes, he’d been doing it again, but this time would be different. Megatron wouldn’t find this one.

Practically ransacking the inside to find the tiny organic balanced on his arm something to lay on besides concrete. An old couch. It’ll do.

Eventually he’d set up a small nest of human stuff around her in the landing bay, shutters locked tight. She was unconscious for a couple days.

Too and from, in between maintaining some presence back on the Nemesis so he wouldn’t get tracked back to her, he grabbed human-ish supplies. Blankets, food and liquids he’d destroyed a gas station convenience store to procure. He’d wrapped her in several of the blankets during one of the nights because she was shivering. He monitored her as the calamitous energy ebbed from her frame while she slept. He fought with an unfamiliar and nauseous urge to remain shifted and reach out to touch her, until she finally woke up.

It took several more days before the Seeker would let her leave. He kept coming back to check on her periodically, using the excuse that she was a threat- and he couldn’t possibly kill her because she might still explode. They talked.

Mostly she talked and he answered- nothing important enough that he felt the need to lie about. Small vulnerabilities, but nothing that could be used against him.

Alice began an infuriating trend of asking him to come back in one piece- every time. And he’d sarcastically reply, ‘As you wish.’ Like she has any control over that, like she could ask that of him.

He couldn’t predict how long it would take for that damn invaded energy to dissipate from her, so he tinkered a bit with the smart watch she had on as she slept. Merely an encrypted signal chip, only for monitoring, nothing more. Not like he was worried or something foolish like that. It monitored her health, her location, and worked as a direct, safe communication line if he should need. And before she left he would tell her, warn her not to wear it near the Autobots base, against his better judgment.

But eventually she’d be healed, and he had to let her go. Why did doing that make his chassis constrict?

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There would be several more face to face instances afterward.

Several times Starscream would instigate a fight, and every time it’d piss him off that she’d only defend or dodge his attempts, talk him out of it somehow, every time.. He needed a reason to seek her out. Just something.. to pass his leisure time.

Several times he wouldn’t even reveal himself, just hiding amongst the crowd with a mostly tangible holo-av. Other times he’d seek a fight, any attention he could get, but she’d flip it around making him forget why he was fighting her.

Like she could see through it.

Maybe just one or two times he would pester her without malice- opting to vent his stressors or just be in the presence of her. Of her kindness. Giving her a small glimpse into what it was like in his position, as Air Commander. Divulging more closely his issues with Megatron.

Then, giving insight into him, without really thinking about the consequences.

Starscream couldn’t place that feeling his spark gave him whenever near her. It was that nauseous feeling again. The one he’d been trying to squash. It was like arguing with himself when left alone with his thoughts.

‘How taboo, how weak a feeling this is..!’

‘But why do I long for it..?’

One night, her signal was displaced on his internal nav. Deep into a town.

It was nearly sunset, and he’d wondered why she was out, merely… curiosity. Starscream managed to sneak off the Nemesis without much issue, a close call with Soundwave. Then, nearing the coordinates and settling into a nearby alley-

It was noisy. Bright paper streamers littering the small cutoff street, music playing from strewn speakers, humans playing instruments, voices overlapping. More humans dressed fancily in their semi-colorful frame covering, faces painted like human corpses. Tables set up farthest from them, decorated with flowers, food, and skeleton imagery.. and just noise. Visual, auditory, and atmospheric noise.

Human femmes dressed in long flowing, some even poofing, and faces obscured with that paint. He holo-av’d to get a better look, closer. Quickly scanning one of the human men for an appropriate set of frame coverings and paint.

And there she was. Her face may have been obscured but she had the watch on, and it led him right to her. Face painted with the same skeletal embellishment, and floral patterns- wearing colorful green, cyan, and purple covering and dangling ornaments, her curly red hair decorated with plucked flowers of similar scheme. Starscream kept his distance as she swayed alone in the crowd, a party of some kind.

A fatuous, human man greeted his Alice and attempted to dance with her, only to be pushed off and chastised. The crinkle of her olfactory ridge in her annoyance warming his plating slightly.

‘You didn’t ask.’ She had said. Unyielding, though the feeble organic pouts it’s dermas at her. The man walked off with a sour face, insulted it seemed.

So, Starscream took the opportunity and greeted her as well.

And, surprise filled the human femme’s eyes when she recognized his voice, nearly immediately. But of course she had, it was him!

Despite not having danced in millennia he asked her to, Starscream couldn’t fully remember the last time he had.

Alice smiled at him.

And oh, that smile. Starscream found himself struggling to quell that feeling his spark was transmitting because of it.

She offered him one of the colorful plants, apparently fake- plastic, pinning it to his holo-av’s jacket, and pulling him into a dance. Vicarious as it was, the data he could grab from the encounter was fulfilling but only barely, not the same. They continued swaying, spinning for a while- kliks barely registering in his processor.

Losing track of time.

Their dancing eventually came to a halt. Alice felt tired, at least of the party. And she joked that she’d love to dance with him for real.

And Starscream’s spark raced.

Unable to quip back with some charming, or sass-filled remark, but needing to answer, he practically bluescreened trying to come up with something.

‘Did you… want to dance?’ She had asked after almost exactly reading his thoughts. Starscream attempted to wave her off, saying something about his status as SIC or something but his wants won out against his pride.

He instead offhandedly muttered something about being ‘rusty’. And she smiled again.

That one felt different- wider, brighter, toothier.

A more spineless mech may have been levelled by her almost unsettling, beastly– adorable smile. But not him, not Starscream. It only made him bolder, if that was even possible. He’d led her back to his form before his holo-av deactivated, shimmering away. Mass-shifting to her size with practiced ease, but for the first time in front of her.

Alice had been in awe- she didn’t know they could do that. Didn’t know he could. She didn’t really think about that when she asked to dance with his root-mode.

But now he was her size, nearly.

Standing a good 8 feet, still rather bulky, wider, and boxy in frame size compared to her. But on her level.

Alice grabbed his servos and pulled him, guiding him similarly to how she had with his holo-av, though the music from the park was far more muffled due to the distance. Alone.

Starscream was far more graceful than she’d assumed he’d be, like maybe in another life he’d dance often. Seemingly, impressed by his footwork, his sleek frame… how invigorating.

Starscream had no idea what to do with his servos, lost in her sweet gaze, leaving them where she placed them on her waist, and they danced.

They swayed together to the dying music, alone. Strangely peaceful, like a reprieve during the war, because that was what it was. For him.

And he flew her home when the town lights died, having calmed in her presence; trusted to know where she lived.

An acre of land, and a small house at the corner of the homestead. Wood paneled walls, a cluttered porch, and a shingled roof with a meager garage attached.

The organic smell of animals and plant matter, and it was quiet aside from the farm animals on the opposite side of the property, and the urgent chirp of a feline from inside the quaint hovel she called home.

That was the catalyst.

It was a secluded, safe place. Far better, more open than the air base he’d been escaping to- far enough away from all war territories.

He could find no longer the will to attack her or push her away after seeking her out that time. Having gotten too close, too personal. But for once it still felt like a reprieve, instead of a risk.

The next few times were amiable, almost friendly.

And Starscream kept trying. As awkward as it was, he was trying.

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Things changed.

Starscream’s spark began settling in her presence, but now an emptiness battled him when away. He tried to excuse it away, there’s no way he was getting soft, and not for a human.

But, enjoying the freedom of an outside source of comfort. Alice kept an open ear for him, treated him with respect, but also stood her ground. Firm when he’d crossed her boundaries, but still patient.

Sure, he no longer attacked her but that doesn’t mean they didn’t argue.

But also, his instinct strained against that warm but nauseous feeling, the growing vulnerability, and unwanted thoughts and feelings.

Many cycles were spent ruminating instead of recharging, thinking back to how she felt- her soft hands their first meeting. Her sweet voice coaxing him along, it almost humiliating that he’d thought of other things she could say to him. Soft, forbidden things.

Alice struggled with the same. Maybe more confident in what the shared feeling was, but nonetheless also stressed out by it.

Shameless, unembarrassed in her attraction to him, but quietly frustrated with it. The last time she’d been anything with anybody, it had crushed her soul.

She pushed forward anyway, accepting the fact that the path she’d be following would lead to heartbreak, but stubbornly seeking it out anyway.

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It had been a long solar cycle;

Starscream had led his team to the appearance of an Energon deposit under Megatron’s command. Quite predictably, the Autobots had intercepted them, and Starscream followed his orders for once. Still, they lost the site, and Starscream was, also, predictably blamed for the failure.

‘Humiliated…! Again!’ In front of all his fellow high rankers. Demeaning his position as Air Commander… again!

Fuming, he sought out Alice again. Needing the space; the quiet, the warm companionship, and ability to vent his frustrations. Openly, without fear of retaliation.

Dirt smearing his frame from the Autobot scuffle, and some from Megatron’s unyielding wack when he dared to defend himself. Also scraps and dents, as those were most common.

He was already yelling a little when he arrived on her doorstep, letting himself in her garage as off times before.

Fuming, Alice could almost see steam coming from his head vents.

She was more than welcoming, as always. Standing in the doorway of her garage with a cup of tea in her hands as she listened to his frustrated rambling. Alice had quite a hard time keeping her attention off of his wings as they flicked in time with his ranting. A quirk she noticed early on and became quite enamored with.

She was no ‘yes-man’, but she more often took his side when he ranted about his treatment, about Megatron, and all the humiliation. She could relate.

When he was done, he vented harshly before turning to her. The companionship was nice, and her presence warm. The boiling in his frame from irritation and wrath cooling gradually and then faster when looking at her calm, understanding eyes.

Alice beckoned him, raising her brow, while enlightening him of the dirt speckled on his faceplate.

Gentle hands, soft, ghost over his faceplate, causing Starscream to flinch slightly from the contact, even if it was merely to wipe said dirt off.

Fighting to repress his urge to lean into her palm, but it’s as if Alice could read his faceplate with ease.

His eyes dimmed in apprehension, but yearning filtered through that haze, and unable to look away from Alice’s. Just one gesture, one vulnerable affection might ruin everything.

After ridding his pretty Seeker face of the offending smear, she rested that hand against his jaw, and the cheek-guard above it. When his eyes widened, she very nearly pulled back, but his eyes fluttered nearly shut– giving into her touch.

She thought he might jerk back, push her away.

It’s what she was expecting, but he didn’t.

Instead, he subtly leaned into it. That apprehension still filling his eyes, expression curious, confused.

Those soft hands felt like a soft luxury against his faceplate, softer than any polishing rag, reminiscent of what he imagined the fabrics during the golden age felt like.

His sparked hummed inside his chassis as if trying to push warmth into every circuit, every nanite.

Desperately trying to maintain some guard and failing.

But, giving in slightly to close his optics the rest of the way, dermas pressed into a firm line.

Focusing on the sensation, and the irritatingly persistent feeling his spark has been consistently twisting with.

She was slowly becoming something he’d looked forward to indulging in.

Alice’s own heart stuttered seeing his face like that. The apprehension, the uncertainty, and the longing clear and apparent. Maybe not for her specifically, and that thought made her ache. But she’d risk it anyway.

The question comes with a soft, unsure voice. Mousy, almost breaking in its softness, but maybe hopeful. ‘Can I kiss you?’

Starscream was caught off guard by the question, causing him to reopen his optics. He had no idea what she was asking.

Searching his memory banks for a definition but not finding one.

His pride refused to admit his lack of understanding, wanting to find out what she was asking of him- so he’d agreed.

But he nearly jumped when she leaned in. Assuming the Autobots offered her some knowledge of Cybertronian education, he wanted to back away from a helm nuzzle– how bold of her, how personal.

When she asked if she could show him again, when his brow rose and eyes filled with confusion;

he cleared his vox and agreed once more.

Alice almost assumed his rejection, until she saw the confusion, the inexperience in his optics.

Right. She’d thought maybe ‘bots kissed, but apparently not.

But he had let her lean back in, some anxiety polluting his pretty crimson eyes.

It wasn’t what she was expecting. His lips- er, dermas, were slightly malleable. Obviously metal, but it made sense when she thought about it. They had some give but were not plush or soft. Regardless, it felt nice to kiss him.

He jumped right in, mimicking what she did, what he’d seen humans do, occasionally. A servo grasping her jaw lightly.

He’d seen humans do that… ‘kiss’ and understood vaguely its significance.

And when it clicked in his processors, and his spark, he couldn’t help it. A brief, intimate, romantic affection for him.

Letting himself indulge again.

The softness of her, the new sensation, her frame as close to his as it was.

And particularly, the unfortunate warm feeling, twisting in his chassis again.

Asking him, very boldly, an intimate question; whether she realized it or not. And when she pulled away to breathe, he settled his forehelm against hers– the closest to an outright agreement to what she was hinting at.

Nor could he help the Ritus protocol that ran when he made his choice. Reciprocating her affection, solidifying in his spark their first act of intimacy…

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#starscream x oc #transformers x human #maccadam #self insert #transformers fanfiction #starscream idw #transformers au #eventual smut #mostly fluff #brief enemies to lovers #EoSFfic

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hoffstrap-yuri · 8 months ago

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Cat for Tat

ao3 // masterlist

Summary: Peter was not sure how he would prove to his roommate that a cat could understand the innate human instinct to be a bother to, him, Peter Strahm.

Tags/Content: Fluff, Fluff and Crack, Crack, Animal Transformation, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut

Rating: +18 for explicit mature content

Status: Chapter 3 of ??. Chapter 1 can be found here. Chapter 2 can be found here.

Author's Note:

Wohoo boy, sorry this chapter took so long. Life got in the way with burnout from my job and looking for another job that I just didn't have the motivation to finish it. However, with Strahm's birthday yesterday let's just say I was inspired. I'm also putting a small warning out there that I might take another pretty long hiatus after October 31st since that's Dragon Age Veilguard release date, anddddd I will be playing that as soon as I possibly can. xD

Also remember how I mentioned that the rating could go up? Yeah, this chapter is why T is being changed to E so... be prepared for the smut, and as always I hope you enjoy!

After what felt like an hour of silence the man lying next to Strahm pursed his lips to say “meow” once more before Strahm’s hand covered his lips. He only pulled his hand away as Mark’s teeth grazed his palm, still used to being in his feline form. He seemingly forgot that a nip while he was a cat would translate to a hospital visit as a human.

“Bad.” Strahm scolded him, before realizing how ridiculous it must look to be scolding a middle-aged man like a pet. Still, even in his human form Mark’s blue eyes shone through the dark of the room and pierced the other man like knives thrown around his silhouette. Finally he mustered up the will to ask the other man, “What the fuck are you?”

“Well I’m a man that can turn into a cat.”

“Oh sure that explains everything.” Strahm rolled his eyes and ran his hand over his face, hoping that this all was just a dream. He rolled over and did his best to pull the blankets back over his shoulder despite the bulkier man weighing everything in Strahm’s bed down. Mark rolled over slightly to let Strahm steal the covers back only to roll off the bed with a thud. “What the hell are you doing?” Strahm eked out between gritted teeth. “You’re going to wake up, Linds…”

Lindsey.

How the fuck could Peter begin to explain what was happening in his bedroom? No way that fat ass could have slipped in from the window. Not that Strahm ever had hook-ups behind Perez’s back that he felt he needed to hide. Hell he didn’t have hook-ups, period. A thousand thoughts raced through his head before a groggy voice hit his ears.

“Pete? You okay?” He heard Lindsey’s feet hit the floor. He couldn’t answer too fast, or she’d know that he was awake. He tried his best to sound half-asleep as he replied to her,

“Huh?”

“I heard a thud.” She quietly shouted across their unit. Thank god they were on the end of the building.

“Yeah… Mark just dropped my water glass.” He lied through his teeth

“Do you need the broom?”

“No!” He shouted back way too quickly, “I’ll get it.”

“Okay.” He heard her bed creak, indicating he was safe. To maintain the ruse he tiptoed out to the living room and grabbed the broom from the closet. He brought it back to his room and waited for what felt like a safe amount of time before pacing back to the kitchen and putting the tool away. In the time it took him to “clean up”, Mark had turned back into a cat and buried his fat ass into Strahm’s pillow.

“Oh absolutely not. You think just because I saw you as a human, I’m just going to let you sleep on my pillow you stupid… Stupid thing.” Strahm struggled with the words to call the cat man. He pulled the shrieking feline off his pillow and plopped his fat little body down onto the mattress before crawling under his sheets. The cat transformed yet again, and peered at Strahm as the other man tried to fall back asleep.

“And here I thought I was growing on you.” Mark’s voice dripping in sarcasm. “You seemed like you even almost liked me when we went to the groomer.”

“Can you just fuck off? I have to be up in…” He glanced over at his analog clock, “Four hours.”

“You know, it’d really suck to wake up with a hair ball stuck to your head. Again.”

“Fine.” Strahm rolled back over to face the asshole, “What do you want?”

“I want to know what we are, Agent.”

“What do you mean ‘what we are’?” Strahm scoffed

“Well Lindsey… I get along with her well enough.”

“The fact she can’t stop shoving treats in your fat face helps probably.” The man grumbled and flipped back onto his other side. He kept his eyelids shut tight as he tried to ignore the curve of the other man’s stomach pressing against his back. He felt Mark’s eyes staring into the back of his head as the man waited for an answer to his question. “You’re not going to let me fall asleep until I tell you, are you?”

“Absolutely not.” Mark huffed, his breath skating along the back of Strahm’s neck. He wished he were the cat now and was able to dash from the room without a second thought.

“I like you. I tolerate your presence in my shared apartment.”

“That’s all?”

“That’s all. It’s an answer, isn’t it?”

“I suppose so.” Mark laughed to himself, “Good night, Agent.”

“Night… Mark.” With that sorted, Peter was finally allowed sleep. He woke up the next morning to find that Mark had turned back into a cat. He was curled up around himself in a perfect oval, perched on top of Strahm’s sheets like a paperweight. “Morning fat-ass. Don’t ‘meow’ at me and act all cute. I know it’s all a lie.” The cat before him stretched out its little paws before transforming to the man he had seen last night. Now that he could actually see him, Strahm almost scoffed. The man had to be nearly three-hundred pounds and still leeched off Lindsey and his paycheck by acting like a helpless little animal.

“Like what you see?”

“No.” Strahm answered quickly. Too quickly. They both caught onto the fact that Strahm was flustered. “I’m getting breakfast.”

“Fine. I’ll come with you.” Mark finished his thought before transforming. He skittered onto the floor and threaded his body in the space between Strahm’s legs. Strahm walked out to the kitchen where Lindsey was already dressed for the day, taking a sip from her coffee mug.

“Morning.” She greeted her roommate.

“Morning.” He hummed back. He walked over to the coffee machine and grabbed his own mug, filling it higher than he normally would.

“How’d you sleep after all that commotion?” Lindsey asked him, an eyebrow arched as she drank from her cup. “Get all the glass cleaned up?”

“Yeah. Though this idiot wanted to play in the shards.” He titled his chin in Mark’s direction. Mark rolled over onto his back, showing off his belly as though he was trying to say he was innocent.

“You could’ve thrown him in my room for a second.” Lindsey put the coffee down before scooping her cat up into her arms and cuddling with him

“It’s fine.”

“Sounded… kind of like there was a guy in your room.”

“Huh?” Strahm spat his coffee out in pretend shock. The lukewarm beverage covered the cat in Lindsey’s arms before he squirmed his way back onto the floor, frustrated at his step-owner. Strahm smirked at the cat as it padded back down the hallway and towards his room. He cleared his throat before continuing, “So you… thought you heard a guy?”

“Yeah. That or you were just talking to yourself. In a voice lower than your normal voice.” She shrugged.

“Yeah. I was just… Erickson.”

“Erickson?” She her raised eyebrow reaching new heights Strahm had never seen before. She thought this was a load of bullshit too.

“Yeah he’s been asking me for updates on this case, so I was spit balling how that conversation would play out…”

“And mimicking his voice?”

“Yes.”

“Okay.” The tone at the end of her word curled up. He knew she didn’t believe the story he’d spun, but how much weirder was it than if he had told the truth? “Anyway, you driving in?”

“You want a ride?”

“Yes please.”

“Okay, give me a second and we can go.” Strahm walked over to the closet to grab a suit jacket. Lindsey walked to Strahm’s room and dragged Mark out of his room for the day. She gave him a quick boop on his nose as she explained that he’d get a treat if he was a good boy during the day to which he flopped over. “C’mon Linds.”

“Okay, okay. One last kiss.” She pressed her lips onto Mark’s head and left her kitty for the work day. She kicked her feet up onto the dash while Strahm drove the two into the city. Strahm slowly pushed her feet back off the dash before hearing a scoff.

“Worried about the leather?”

“No, crash.” He said, matter-of-fact

“When’s the last time you got in an accident here?”

“You never know with the way some of these embassy vehicles drive around.”

“Thanks, mom.” Lindsey rolled her eyes at her partner and laughed before crossing her legs in her seat. She was careful to be sure her feet weren’t up on the dash this time. After a small head-bob of gratitude, Strahm drove the two into the city.

Strahm sat at his desk and wondered what the man in disguise was doing in his apartment. Was he just lying, basking in the sunlight from their patio door? Had he broken into Lindsey’s ‘secret stash’ of cat treats for him? It was hard for him to keep his focus on work when he was filled with worry about a man he hardly knew. He must’ve zoned out too hard at his desk because he glanced over at the clock and it was well past five. Weird that Lindsey didn’t stop by his cubicle and tell him to log off for the day but he chocked it up to her being distracted once again at the water cooler. He did a quick loop around the department to find Lindsey before realizing a missing weight in his pocket. His car keys. Where the hell did she take his car? He dragged himself out of the office and hauled himself over to the crowded Metro station. Seemed like everyone had done a bit of overtime in the capital as the station was filled with overly caffeinated interns speaking in hushed whispers about their congress person they tend to. He ran a hand across his face as he tried to avoid listening to the gossip. If only he had had his car. One stop then a transfer. One stop and he’d be away from all these kids who wouldn’t be in the city this time next. He didn’t necessarily hate them, just their optimism. He skipped the first train that came and waited until a second one arrived almost twenty minutes later. He got off at the next stop before transferring onto the red line back to his apartment.

“Pick me up from the station?” He sent in a text to Lindsey before doubling down on it, “I know you have my car keys.”

“Sorry, had to run errands. Let me know +2 ahead.”

“I know the drill.” He shut his phone and shoved it into his pocket. Despite the inconvenience, his mind still had time to wander back to Lindsey’s cat, and his pest. He would have to wait until Lindsey was nearly unconscious and see if he could coax the man into transforming before him again. He had some questions he had to get off of his mind. He sent Lindsey a quick message when he hit the minimum stops notice and waited at the exit for a couple of minutes until she pulled the car into the pick-up line. He collapsed into the passenger’s seat and gave her a mildly disgruntled look. “What errands did you have to run?”

“Oh you know, had to haul ass to Baltimore. Stopped at Magnolia Bakery in Midtown.” She laughed. “Don’t worry, I refilled your tank for you and didn’t add anymore miles than you were going to put on driving home anyway.”

“So you stopped somewhere along the way home.”

“Don’t try to analyze me, Pete.”

“I smell flowers. Trader Joe’s?”

“Maybe.”

“Date night?”

“Oh yeah, me and my Hitachi are going real hot and heavy…” She spoke in a slow, seductive tone

“Stop stop stop.” He shut his eyes tight as he begged his friend to shut up. She smirked as she drove the two of them home. She ran past Strahm to get to the apartment first before closing the door behind her. “Linds! Lindsey I don’t have my key.”

“Wait!” She yelled back out into the hallway. He slumped the against the wall until Lindsey opened the door and said, “Okay, you can come in now.”

“Five seconds more and I would’ve called a lawyer. You know I have equal rights to an apartment with my name on the lease.”

“Quit kvetching and get in here.” He rolled his eyes and followed his partner into the apartment. She guided him into the kitchen like he was blindfolded before stopping him and turning to face him with a small chocolate cake. He tucked his arms one under the other as it dawned on him that he had almost forgotten his own birthday. Perez sang ‘Happy Birthday’ to him with a smile before handing him the cake to blow out his candles. He blew them out quickly and she clapped for him before taking the cake away and handing him a present. “From Mark and I.”

“Uh huh.” He had to laugh a little bit as he carefully slid the ribbon off the box and opened his present. It was a nice bottle of whiskey, something Strahm would never allow himself to buy for himself. “Linds…”

“I know, I know, spare me the lecture. You only turn 50 once.” She threw her hands up and smiled at him

“I… I don’t know when I’ll have the time to drink this.��

“Shut up.” She pulled out two rocks glasses for the two of them and threw an ice cube into hers. “I’ll even open it for you.”

“Thanks…” His voice trailed off as he handed the bottle back to Perez and watched her open it for the two of them. Mark pounced onto the counter and rubbed against Strahm’s glass. Lindsey quickly took the glassware away from the cat and put the bottle down. She picked up the chubby creature and threw him into her room for a moment so they could enjoy their drink in peace. His sad meows for attention were ignored by Lindsey as she made it back to the kitchen and poured the drinks for the two of them.

“Cheers. To another year stuck with you.” She smiled at him

“Cheers. To hoping you don’t spike my blood pressure through the roof during a walk-through. Again.” He returned her cheer with a smile of his own as he took a sip from the glass. His pulled the glass away from his lips so his short sip didn’t turn into a frat boy chug, but it was good. He brought the glass back up after a minute of waiting and took another quick drink.

“I’ll be honest, this doesn’t taste much different than Jack Daniel’s to me.” Lindsey scooted the glass across the counter towards him before going and grabbing a bottle of her preferred alcohol. Strahm poured what little reminded into his glass into Lindsey’s old one and carefully fished out the ever dissolving ice cube. After he worked through that first glass, he poured himself one more before decidedly going to bed. He went back into the kitchen to grab the glass of water that Lindsey had prepped for him at the end of the counter along with an aspirin just in case his two drinks were too much for him at his old age. He pulled the lonely cat out from Lindsey’s room, tucking him under an arm like he was carrying a football, and brought him into his room. The man transformed as soon as his paws hit the floor of Peter’s room.

“You forgot your own birthday, Agent?” Strahm couldn’t read his tone. Was he worried about Peter?

“Yeah, it’s fine though.” He ran a hand across his eyes as they adjusted to focus without his contact lenses.

“That’s sad. Even for a man like you.” And there was the aggravating behavior that he did to get under Strahm’s skin.

“I’m sorry, a man like me?” He looked at Mark

“Well your only friends are a cat and a woman twenty years younger than you. Pretty sad if you ask me.” His smirk was making Strahm’s blood boil

“But I’m happy. I’m happy with Lindsey anyway.” He added on after he saw Mark’s eyebrow raise after saying he was just ‘happy’. “You can’t fucking stand. I don’t know anything about you and yet… you annoy me. Every fucking chance you get.”

“It’s not my fault you make it so easy. You’re so up-tight all the time.”

“And don’t get me started on how you mooch off… well a woman twenty years younger than you by pretending to be this cute, helpless thing.” He threw Mark’s words back at him, “It’d be one thing if you were honest with her but here you are. Hiding in my room and talking to me because I’m the only person that knows about your double identity.” Strahm’s words were practically spit into Mark’s face. When had Mark gotten so close to him? Why were Strahm’s hands resting so firmly along Mark’s arms?

“Be honest with me, Agent. You’d also put up a front and pretend to be a house-pet if you were in my situation, wouldn’t you?”

“I don’t know your situation, do I?”

“I suppose you don’t.” Mark titled his head to the side. His bang fell onto his forehead and before Strahm had a rational response or the chance to ask one of the questions he had for the other man, he kissed him. Oh god, he was kissing Mark. Mark’s hands moved from his side to cup Strahm’s face, running a thumb over the stubble Strahm had meant to shave that morning before he found out that his cat wasn’t really a cat. His own hands moved as he used his body weight to shove Mark into the closet door. He paused for a minute just to make sure he didn’t hear the sound of Lindsey making a run for his room. When he was sure he was in the clear, his lips wandered from Mark’s lips to his jawline. Slowly his mouth moved across Mark’s neck and down along his shoulder blade. Mark’s nose rested along the side of his head as Strahm kissed him, his own lips pressing at the start of Peter’s side burns.

“Consider this my birthday gift to you…” Mark laughed against Strahm. His arms slid around the other man’s back and held him closer to his body. Strahm peeled the man off the door and threw him down into his bed before getting on top of him and working the first button of the other man’s shirt open. It was slow and agonizing as he felt more than just the whiskey burning in his stomach. He was so soft underneath his clothes. Strahm stopped when he had unbuttoned about half the shirt just to work one hand under the still tight fabric pulling across his chest and grabbed Hoffman’s pec. He slowly started massaging it, watching as Hoffman’s lips shaped into a perfect ‘oh’ while he moaned. Strahm slowly dipped his head lower and pressed his lips onto the muscle, keeping it taut in his hand. He licked the sweat that started to collect in the divot of Mark’s chest before moving to his other side where he lavished the doughy tit with as much attention as he gave the other. He pulled himself up only to work on freeing the man from the rest of his shirt. He did his best to undo the buttons while his lips crawled back up to Mark’s lips in a desperate attempt for something while they undressed. Mark’s hand ran through Strahm’s hair before pushing the other man back down his body.

“What do you want?” Strahm asked, almost growling

“It’s your birthday, Agent. Take me how you want me.” Mark growled back at him. One more kiss, digging his teeth into the inside of Mark’s lips and Strahm worked his pants off slowly. Mark’s hand took hold of the elastic waistband of Strahm’s pajama pants and slid it down for his partner. Strahm lifted himself off of Mark’s chest and started shuffling through his nightstand for lube. He quickly covered himself before thrusting into Mark. “Fuck…”

“Good?”

“Yeah. Just keep moving.” Mark’s nails dug into the back of Strahm’s shoulders. Strahm began to slowly thrust into Mark, doing his best to not lose it right away. He made a small grunt from the back of his throat as Mark’s moans went from barely audible to deep noises from his chest. Strahm moved one of his hands and placed it over Mark’s mouth. As much as he wanted to hear the pleasure he was inflicting onto his partner, he couldn’t afford Lindsey’s suspicion again. Mark seemingly rolled his eyes at being forced to be silent, but didn’t fight against the weight that Strahm’s palm offered against his mouth. In fact, his teeth sunk into the inside of Strahm’s hand just below his thumb. Strahm let out a little moan of his own as he felt the heat in his body overtake him complete and he came into Mark. He practically fell on top of the other man as he finished off. He rested his hands against the love handles on Mark’s hips as Mark reached under the man and jerked himself off. “Happy with yourself, Agent?”

“Uh huh.” Strahm muttered, his lips slowly moving against the skin of Mark’s collar bone. His eyelashes brushing across the other man as he held onto him tightly. He needed to clean himself up, but he could hardly move. He didn’t want to move… it felt right to be next to Mark like this.

“Sleep.”

“Don’t have to fucking tell me twice.”

“And that’s the Peter I know.” Mark pressed a kiss onto Strahm’s head as Strahm faded out of consciousness for the night. All and all it wasn’t such a bad birthday. Even if Mark was still a mystery to him.

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daddy-issues-99 · 2 years ago

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Fanfic Material List!!!

(Some of these are from when I just started writing so if they're cringy I'm so sorry 🫣)

Transformers

Horror

Marvel

Star Wars

Harry Potter

LOTR/TH

John Wick

TMNT

Call Of Duty

Other:

Goodnight Robicheaux x f!reader smut

Jack In The Box x f!reader Fluff

1993 Three Musketeer's: What would they be like in a relationship?

Possessed Indiana Jones x f!reader

Zak Bagans with a ghost s/o Fluff

Mothman x GN reader

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rowanmutt-afterdark · 2 years ago

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For the requests could we have some nsfw with the Bumblebee movie?

Since i have a thought that cybertronians have sex organs (can't remember the science term) but don't use them since it's not how they reproduce they don't really know what to do with them.

Basically I'm asking for a bottom bee cumming for the first time with a top reader?

If you get around to it thx for writing & ttyl ❤️:]

Sub/Bottom Bumblebee X Top GN Reader

🔞NSFW Warning: Blowjobs, first times and tooth rotting fluff because bumblebee is a sweeties🔞

When Bumblebee asked you to top, you were thrown off by the request. This was his first time after all but also him asking for you, a small five foot tall being to top a close to over ten to twelve feet tall robot was something you never expected to happen.

You stared at the Autobot who sat on the old worn out futon mattress you had salvaged for him to lay on at night. You straddled his wide hips while his big baby blue optics watched your expressions and facial features trying to figure out what you were thinking.

"Are you sure, you want me to top?" You ask him again, the yellow scout merely nods. A buzzing sound following in the sound similar to a hum.

You haven't topped before in a long time, guess it wouldn't hurt to try this put for Bumblebee. With a new energy that even Bumblebee seems to be surprised by, you push him onto his back with both your hands. You carefully scoot up further on his body to straddle his waist rather than his hips. The Autobot watches on with confusion yet also a curiosity as you start to shimmey out of your clothes.

You strip yourself free of your clothes, leaving yourself naked on his lap as you let him take your naked body in with an awed expression. His optics widening with a brightened shine that you assume to be lust and excitement.

You grab one of his servos and guide it to your chest, his servo tries to pull away but you hold it steady as you place it on your chest. He stiffens beneath you and watches your reaction as you smile and nod. Encouraging him to explore, first times were learning about each others bodies and what the other enjoyed.

Bumblebee seemed to enjoy how soft your chest was, his servo explored the area of skin. Groping at the mounds that were there, from the shiver you felt under your body and the pressure building under his modesty plate, you assumed this was getting him excited.

You have him explore your body, testing the waters. His digits crawl over your skin, mapping out evert square inch. He listened for any sounds you make. So he knew what was good and what was bad. His favorite noise was when his servo cupped your lower extremities a sound equal to that of a squeal and a moan left you. He whirred in glee before he pressed a digit further to your folds earning another pleased sound from you.

Except, he wasn't supposed to be topping.

You grab his servo and pull his hand back. He looks confused until you smile at him. "I'm the one in charge big boy~ Now open your panel, I wanna see what I am working with."

A click follows your order, from over your shoulder you can see his growing erection. He was a lot bigger than you had thought. He was a alien but you had expected smaller since he was quite small for most of his species.

His spike was a black and yellow pattern. The colors were pretty and matched his whole aesthetic. You grab for his spike, the whirring he made of surprise as well as his body jerking as you grab the phallus and tease the soft, sensitive tip earning a few sounds from him that male you wet at just how horny he was making you.

You stand from his waist and walk down to stand between his thighs. You sit down on yoru knees and take his spike in hand again before you decide to make eye contact with him as you lower your face closer to his spike. He tries to say something but your lips and tongue make contact with the yellow tip. His next noise almost made you laugh.

He cries out with a hint of static as he bucks up towards your face. You pull back in time before that had ended badly and then go back to the tip to start kissing at it and gently lathering your tongue along the slit on his tip. His pink transfluid was sweet yet bitter, it also was thicker than you had expected.

You start off slow with your blow job. Starting off with your tongue swirling the tip and sucking on the top of his tip earning sounds that send heat straight to your core. His optics shut with another moan ans you slowly start to take more of him in. His noises are absolutely arousing. He sounds so good as he moans and gasps at the small ministarations to his tip.

Not to mention he didn't give much warning as his spike starts to buck up into her mouth more. A slight gag of surprise leaving her as he tries to fuck her mouth but it is put to a end with her hands pressing down onto his hips as she suckles on the tip and urges him to let go while you used your own methods of getting what you wanted during sex.

Grabbing onto his hips you take his spike down your throat and try to take a portion of it and suck rather loudly and quickly onto it. His hips hump against your face as he tries to fuck your mouth while you help get him off with a blow job. He doesn't fair very long as it's not even a few moments later he's spurting his release down your throat making you gag with a surprise pull away as the warm cum covers yoru mouth and throat.

You struggle to swallow his large load as he fucks yoru face with a vigorous pace that has you reeling to a stop as you pull away with a loud gasp. Cum dribbles down your chin as you smirk with a chuckle.

"How was that for your first ever bj?" You ask nervously, the corners of his optics ceinkle in what looke dto be his way of smiling as he reports it was great now that he had the most attractive and best partner to be intimate with. You were amazing, according to his report back.

"Good, because I am about to start Round two with you~"

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