Laters Gators

𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚒 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 21/𝚜𝚑𝚎/her {pretty inactive sorry :0 }

[coffeewithawolf]

Reminder;

-that i am an ally to the LGBTQIA+ community and do not want hate on this page<3

-there are both NSFW and SFW posts on this blog, I'm not your mom so I will not tell you what to read/look at and what not but please DNI if you're under 18<3

Thank you :)

[sup-its-cat]

WHY HAVE I SEEN NO ONE TALK ABOUT HOW THE GRACE SCULPTURE LOOKS LIKE THE LITTLE DUDE FROM THIS MEME

THAT WAS LITERALLY MY FIRST THOUGHT UPON SEEING IT IN THE MOVIE

[notes-and-violets]

I had to xD

[swanbornbyleda]

Resource Guarding

[transtarks]

i already talked about this on twitter but i'll talk about it here too! thinking about the first night that grace has to sleep alone on erid. obviously he and rocky are attached at the hip now but rocky does have things he needs to attend to now that he's home, and grace needs to sleep but he's starting to have a very real panic attack now that he realizes rocky isn't going to be watching him. his pulse spikes, he gets lightheaded, he's trying to hide it so hard. adrian was the one who dropped by to tell him rocky wouldn't be there tonight, and grace just freaks out instantly. but adrian, who honestly isn't even that fond of grace yet because they haven't spent nearly enough time with him, immediately notices the way grace freezes and they're like "oh fuck can he die from this? rocky will kill me if his alien dies in my presence" and quickly tells grace, "that is why i am staying to watch you." and grace immediately starts to calm down, even if he is a little surprised.

adrian fully understands how into grace rocky is, but they didn't understand the extent to which grace needs/wants rocky until now. it warms their hearts, but it also breaks them specifically because of how much they must have had to endure together to be this reliant on each other. especially because, from what rocky has told them, adrian knows humans don't technically need anyone to watch them sleep like eridians do.

anyway grace is able to fall asleep that night and adrian just kinda scoots closer and closer until grace is like fully curled up against them at one point, and adrian finds themself thinking "oh no. this is Adorable. oh fuck. oh shit." let the bonding between them begin in EARNEST at that point.

[shrugsinchinese]

Rocky and Adrian sleeping dynamics before and during the astrophage mission

Sometimes being soulmates just means ugly crying because you miss your beloved very much. Despite the relativity Rocky and Adrian somehow built their models at the exact same time

[stiffyck]

attempts at drawing eridians.

[shrugsinchinese]

Big ol’ plushie nap

[sunny-sourzii]

They make me sick btw

[almondcroissantsandink]

someone to watch you sleep :)

(I also love the running gag that Adrian is much larger than Rocky--I raise you the concept that Adrian is a behemoth compared to Rocky)

[dreamofless]

this is so silly.

rocky mate bad as hell statement.

[tamayakii]

Imagine the long car rides with Optimus, sitting in the driver seat, hands off the wheel and singing whatever song you requested the auto-bot to play through the radio- Giggling as you ‘pretend’ to drive whenever a cop is in the next lane. Just days long car rides… stopping wherever you want to for the night. Stargazing in the middle of the desert, dozing off and him pulling off the road, tires digging into the dirt as he does so.

The lights slowly turning off one by one, but he leaves the engine on- just until he’s assured that you are deep in sleep, letting it be a white-noise for you.

Kissing the dashboard!!! He can’t go into his bipedal form when there are strangers around, so it’s the closest you can get.

Him revving the engine when you kiss the plastic out of the blue, the rumble shaking the cab of the truck.

[t-a-a-1]

Love by Accident

Summary: After drinking too much, you and Optimus hook up.

Optimus Prime x Female Reader. 1.2k words.

TW: Suggestive content. Hook up mentions. UGGGH idk. Just read y'all lol I don't proof read.

Love by Accident

Litters of oil and hard liquor later …

You found yourself in the arms of the Prime. He was completely asleep. Or ‘recharging’ as they call it. 

Not believing your situation, you look up to him. Optics close and his faceplate has an expression of complete peace … and bliss. He even had a faint blue blush in his metal. 

Looking under the covers, you were completely naked. It wasn’t much of a surprise. Afterall, you could feel your warm body against his cold metal. It felt nice but your biggest concern right now was to figure out a way to get out without awaking Optimus. 

He was mass displaced but still a good eight to nine feet tall. Maybe more. His right hand wrapped around you and just now you notice how comically it was for him to try and cover himself in a human-size blanket. 

Alright, first thing first. Locate your clothes. On the floor, to your right. 

Second, locate personal belongings. Phone and purse on desk. 

Third, get a pillow to act as robot-bait. Thankfully there’s one next to you.

Swap the pillow, get dressed, grab personal belongings and get out.

The first step was easy. For a Prime, the weight of a human and a pillow wasn’t much different. 

Standing up and walking to your clothes was the complicated part. 

You knew you had fucked up the moment you saw pink fluid drip from under you. Leaving a trail down your leg. You couldn’t control it. You look around to try and spot paper but there was nothing. 

The Prime sighed loudly. You didn’t have enough time before he waked up. 

With that in mind, you decided you will be smelling of robot transfluid until you get home to shower. 

Each step you took was delicate. You noticed the empty oil cans and the excessive amount of alcohol you had. 

And the result of that?

Having unprotected sex with a giant robot. 

After getting dressed, you take your belongings and head for the door. It hurts to walk. 

But the pain doesn't matter right now.

All that matters is leaving his room, getting to your car, getting home and showering. 

And that’s exactly what you did. 

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.

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RATCHET: If you don’t come this instant and talk to Optimus, I’ll genuinely go and grab you myself. I am not joking.

Receiving texts from Ratchet was a strange occurrence. It never happened unless something was seriously wrong. 

YOU: I have a lot of work. Sorry I haven’t visited. I have a lot of exams to grade and that takes lots of my time. I’ll make sure to text everyone I am doing fine! No Decepticons in my life. 

It wasn’t a complete lie. Being a teacher took a lot of your time. Reading essays, grading them, preparing books to read, making fun activities, buying supplies—

RATCHET: Oh, but you had time to INTERFACE WITH THE LEADER OF THE AUTOBOTS?!!!”

You really can’t believe this is the first text you read during a Saturday morning but here you are. 

YOU: Interface?

You text back and pretend to play the fool as your eyes adjust to the sunlight coming from the window.

RATCHET: Do not play the fool. Optimus smelled like you for an entire week before I forced him to go to the washracks. 

YOU: … Ew? A whole week? I showered right after.

RATCHET: UGH DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHING? ITS A SIGN OF AFFECTION BETWEEN CYBERTRONIANS YOU DUMBASS! TO SHOW A BOT IS TAKEN AND—ACTUALLY WHATEVER JUST GET HERE. NOW.

You thought of the possibilities. 

Really, what could be worse? You could just hide for a couple of more weeks … months just to be safe. That way it gives Optimus time to forget about the whole situation and just laugh it off. 

RATCHET: I am not kidding, (Reader) I also need to take a few medical tests. I don’t know if transfluid is harmful to humans. 

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.

.

Before heading out to base, you texted Fowler to make sure Optimus wasn’t at the hangar. To your luck, he had just gone on an energon scouting mission. 

Your embarrassment was huge but you also didn’t want to die because of it. You thought that this could be easy. Just go, get tested by Ratchet and then call it a day. No need to see Optimus at all. 

“So, for how long did you two interface?”

But the questions, oh, the questions … You were not ready for that. 

“Are the questions really necessary?” you ask him as Ratchet draws out blood from your arm.

“Do you really think I want to be asking you this?”

Ratchet raises his voice and you realize that this is probably so embarrassing to him as it is to you.

The medical berth was uncomfortable. Large but ridge. Your back still hurts and you want to move. But moving wasn’t an option, especially when blood was coming out of your arm. 

“I um, I don’t know if I am being honest. I just remember Optimus asking if he ummm could overload inside and I told him he could do whatever he wanted,” you said so fast that you wished Ratchet didn’t hear you. But his expression of disgust tells you that he heard every single word.  

“By Primus,” Ratchet sighed as he took the needle out of your arm. “Look, you two did nothing wrong, I think … I just wished you two had thought about it better. There’s two possibilities. Either human bodies are compatible with Cybertronians or they are not. Both options can be complicated to treat.”

Ratchet was right. But the drinks were too much. The flirting and touches were something the two of you needed. It was just a one-night stand. That’s all it was. That’s all what it was supposed to be. You were embarrassed, yes, but you didn’t regret it.  You just hoped Optimus didn’t either.

“Did Optimus … regret it?” You ask as Ratchet gently placed a band-aid on your arm to stop the small bleeding. He was so gentle, you thought the act was very cute. “Did he tell you about it—”

“Regret? I’ve never seen that mech so happy before! He even cooked! He looked up recipes and asked the kids to help him prepare human food for you!” Ratchet keeps talking as he takes your blood sample and puts it inside a machine. A machine you didn't know what functioned for. 

“He made an entire feast and waited and waited but—”

Ratchet stops himself. He was talking too much. He didn’t want to cause you trouble nor hurt your feelings. But then he thinks about Optimus, about how sad he looked when you never showed up at the base. Nor the next day nor the following. Not even a text, nothing. You just decided to pretend nothing happened. 

“But? You ask. 

“But you never came,” he finally said. “That’s when I realized that maybe Optimus had gotten the wrong idea.”

With each word, it breaks your heart.

“He wants you … like seriously,” Ratchet says and then sighs. “I think he is just sad that you don’t feel the same way.”

“But I—”

But before you explain yourself, something beeped in Ratchet’s gigantic monitor screen.  

A camera comes on screen and there he is. 

Optimus had just arrived. 

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.

.

.

[t-a-a-1]

Love by Accident

Summary: After drinking too much, you and Optimus hook up.

Optimus Prime x Female Reader. 1.2k words.

TW: Suggestive content. Hook up mentions. UGGGH idk. Just read y'all lol I don't proof read.

Love by Accident

Litters of oil and hard liquor later …

You found yourself in the arms of the Prime. He was completely asleep. Or ‘recharging’ as they call it. 

Not believing your situation, you look up to him. Optics close and his faceplate has an expression of complete peace … and bliss. He even had a faint blue blush in his metal. 

Looking under the covers, you were completely naked. It wasn’t much of a surprise. Afterall, you could feel your warm body against his cold metal. It felt nice but your biggest concern right now was to figure out a way to get out without awaking Optimus. 

He was mass displaced but still a good eight to nine feet tall. Maybe more. His right hand wrapped around you and just now you notice how comically it was for him to try and cover himself in a human-size blanket. 

Alright, first thing first. Locate your clothes. On the floor, to your right. 

Second, locate personal belongings. Phone and purse on desk. 

Third, get a pillow to act as robot-bait. Thankfully there’s one next to you.

Swap the pillow, get dressed, grab personal belongings and get out.

The first step was easy. For a Prime, the weight of a human and a pillow wasn’t much different. 

Standing up and walking to your clothes was the complicated part. 

You knew you had fucked up the moment you saw pink fluid drip from under you. Leaving a trail down your leg. You couldn’t control it. You look around to try and spot paper but there was nothing. 

The Prime sighed loudly. You didn’t have enough time before he waked up. 

With that in mind, you decided you will be smelling of robot transfluid until you get home to shower. 

Each step you took was delicate. You noticed the empty oil cans and the excessive amount of alcohol you had. 

And the result of that?

Having unprotected sex with a giant robot. 

After getting dressed, you take your belongings and head for the door. It hurts to walk. 

But the pain doesn't matter right now.

All that matters is leaving his room, getting to your car, getting home and showering. 

And that’s exactly what you did. 

.

.

.

RATCHET: If you don’t come this instant and talk to Optimus, I’ll genuinely go and grab you myself. I am not joking.

Receiving texts from Ratchet was a strange occurrence. It never happened unless something was seriously wrong. 

YOU: I have a lot of work. Sorry I haven’t visited. I have a lot of exams to grade and that takes lots of my time. I’ll make sure to text everyone I am doing fine! No Decepticons in my life. 

It wasn’t a complete lie. Being a teacher took a lot of your time. Reading essays, grading them, preparing books to read, making fun activities, buying supplies—

RATCHET: Oh, but you had time to INTERFACE WITH THE LEADER OF THE AUTOBOTS?!!!”

You really can’t believe this is the first text you read during a Saturday morning but here you are. 

YOU: Interface?

You text back and pretend to play the fool as your eyes adjust to the sunlight coming from the window.

RATCHET: Do not play the fool. Optimus smelled like you for an entire week before I forced him to go to the washracks. 

YOU: … Ew? A whole week? I showered right after.

RATCHET: UGH DON’T YOU KNOW ANYTHING? ITS A SIGN OF AFFECTION BETWEEN CYBERTRONIANS YOU DUMBASS! TO SHOW A BOT IS TAKEN AND—ACTUALLY WHATEVER JUST GET HERE. NOW.

You thought of the possibilities. 

Really, what could be worse? You could just hide for a couple of more weeks … months just to be safe. That way it gives Optimus time to forget about the whole situation and just laugh it off. 

RATCHET: I am not kidding, (Reader) I also need to take a few medical tests. I don’t know if transfluid is harmful to humans. 

.

.

.

Before heading out to base, you texted Fowler to make sure Optimus wasn’t at the hangar. To your luck, he had just gone on an energon scouting mission. 

Your embarrassment was huge but you also didn’t want to die because of it. You thought that this could be easy. Just go, get tested by Ratchet and then call it a day. No need to see Optimus at all. 

“So, for how long did you two interface?”

But the questions, oh, the questions … You were not ready for that. 

“Are the questions really necessary?” you ask him as Ratchet draws out blood from your arm.

“Do you really think I want to be asking you this?”

Ratchet raises his voice and you realize that this is probably so embarrassing to him as it is to you.

The medical berth was uncomfortable. Large but ridge. Your back still hurts and you want to move. But moving wasn’t an option, especially when blood was coming out of your arm. 

“I um, I don’t know if I am being honest. I just remember Optimus asking if he ummm could overload inside and I told him he could do whatever he wanted,” you said so fast that you wished Ratchet didn’t hear you. But his expression of disgust tells you that he heard every single word.  

“By Primus,” Ratchet sighed as he took the needle out of your arm. “Look, you two did nothing wrong, I think … I just wished you two had thought about it better. There’s two possibilities. Either human bodies are compatible with Cybertronians or they are not. Both options can be complicated to treat.”

Ratchet was right. But the drinks were too much. The flirting and touches were something the two of you needed. It was just a one-night stand. That’s all it was. That’s all what it was supposed to be. You were embarrassed, yes, but you didn’t regret it.  You just hoped Optimus didn’t either.

“Did Optimus … regret it?” You ask as Ratchet gently placed a band-aid on your arm to stop the small bleeding. He was so gentle, you thought the act was very cute. “Did he tell you about it—”

“Regret? I’ve never seen that mech so happy before! He even cooked! He looked up recipes and asked the kids to help him prepare human food for you!” Ratchet keeps talking as he takes your blood sample and puts it inside a machine. A machine you didn't know what functioned for. 

“He made an entire feast and waited and waited but—”

Ratchet stops himself. He was talking too much. He didn’t want to cause you trouble nor hurt your feelings. But then he thinks about Optimus, about how sad he looked when you never showed up at the base. Nor the next day nor the following. Not even a text, nothing. You just decided to pretend nothing happened. 

“But? You ask. 

“But you never came,” he finally said. “That’s when I realized that maybe Optimus had gotten the wrong idea.”

With each word, it breaks your heart.

“He wants you … like seriously,” Ratchet says and then sighs. “I think he is just sad that you don’t feel the same way.”

“But I—”

But before you explain yourself, something beeped in Ratchet’s gigantic monitor screen.  

A camera comes on screen and there he is. 

Optimus had just arrived. 

.

.

.

.

.

[nikoisme]

i love drawing him with babies..

[yowaimobitch]

There are two different people

Saw this on insta and I couldn't stop myself from taking a screenshot and sharing it with u guys loll

[slif-art]

Pebbles pebbles pebbles pebbles pebbles

[sharrrrknight]

Yknow the lil fanfic trope where a character, usually non-human, purrs like a cat. In this case it would obviously be Rocky but what if it was Grace instead hear me out-