Hey there, it's been a while since you posted anything. Just making sure ur doing well and that you are healthy and okay. ❤ I hope you have a marvellous life.
Hi there! It's so sweet of you to be concerned about me, your kind words really made me happy! 😃
To answer your question, I'm doing well and staying healthy. I haven't posted in a while cause I haven't felt inspired to create original stories lately, but I haven't completely left Tumblr. I have been planning to come back at some point in the future.
Your soft, melodic call alerts him; he knows that tone of yours all too well, lusty, provocative. He's almost afraid to turn around and see what surprise you've got for him this time. He didn't have much to do; he had already trained and finished his assigned tasks, so now he was just trying to clean up some of the messes Miko left before she left. Did you wait until now just to ambush him?
"Bulk~" you continue, and he finally turns slowly to look at you. He almost jumps in panic when he sees you wearing soft, revealing pastel-green lingerie, exposing parts of yourself you definitely shouldn't be showing just anywhere.
He calls your name in reproach, moving toward you to wrap your body in his servos. "You can't walk around dressed like that. Someone could see you!"
"Why? We're alone," you purr, spreading your legs to give him an excellent view of your wet sex.
He covers your nudity with a thumb. "Ratchet is still here."
"You can invite him," you wink, earning a confused and offended look. "I'm kidding! When Ratchet goes into his lab, he doesn't come out for a long time. It's basically like we're alone."
Bulkhead grumbles a little, but finally picks you up and heads toward his personal room with you in his hold. "I guess I can take some time for you..." he murmurs shyly.
"You said it!"
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"Do I look good?" you purr against Bulkhead's spike, giving small kisses and sucks to the hot tip.
"You look magnificent." he stammers, gently touching one of the fragile fabric straps on your shoulder. He could tear it so easily, strip you in one pull and take you like never before for teasing him... but he was too scared of hurting you, and preferred letting you take control.
"Really? Because I could keep wearing lingerie if you like it." you say, giving a lick from the base. "Though it’s hard to find it in a green close to yours."
"You want to wear my colors on you?" he murmurs shyly. Did you really like the dark, dirty-looking shade that came with him? Not that he disliked how he looked, but he assumed humans preferred other colors.
"Oh, yes. You know it's been my favorite color since I met you, big guy." Finally, your hands wrap around his spike and you start stroking him gently, sucking the tip over and over.
Bulkhead can't respond, gripping the hard berth as your soft hands and your warm, wet mouth work him so wonderfully. So good, you take such good care of him... He lets out a moan.
After enough time, he feels his overload approaching. You notice the biolights along his large length starting to glow brighter, a clear sign you know well. He’s close.
You’d love to be covered in his transfluid, but you have other plans, so you pull away.
Bulkhead complains, but you climb on top of him and let his dripping tip press against your smaller entrance. "Don’t get desperate. The best part is coming."
Without waiting for a reply, you force yourself down onto him. The wetness of your sex mixed with his oily pre-transfluid works perfectly as lubrication, so you don't hurt too much.
Even though Bulkhead's spike is metallic and hard, your soft, fleshy walls don't fall behind, gripping him tightly. Even though the lingerie had panties, there was a clean, wide opening right over your valve, letting you use it freely without tearing anything.
Your chest doesn't fall behind either, your corset is just ribbons tracing your torso, a choker with a bell, tight stockings, and a sheer robe hanging off your shoulders.
"Be careful."
You take a breath, hissing when the thicker curve refuses to slide into you easily. Big guy in every sense. "Bulkhead." Your moan is soft, almost a plea. Your big lover swallows oil and doesn't refuse to help you. You feel so soft, wet, warm. His spike feels crushed, overwhelmed, but he loves the sensation.
"Does it hurt?" he asks with concern when he finally manages to fit inside your delicate insides.
"Uh, kind of full and heavy, but I'm okay."
Bulkhead nods, giving you a small smile as his fingers nervously trace the tender skin of your stomach.
Once you feel ready, your hips start moving at a comfortable rhythm, rising slightly before dropping all the way down to the base. Your fluids and your lover's lubrication gather along your folds up to your clit, staying there until you climb again with a shaky breath. "Oh, Bulk, you're so good to me," you babble, clinging to his warm chest.
Bulkhead pants, feeling your small human valve gripping him so wonderfully, so small, so wet, so soft... "I-I... You're so, so good..."
You feel your sex heating, a warmth spreading into your belly. You like it, he's deliciously hot inside you, swirling until it forms like a rising spring against time.
"I-I'm close, I'm close." Stuttering with pleasure, Bulkhead feels his transfluid tanks preparing, his viscous seed ready to plant itself deep inside your soft insides.
"Hold it just a little more for me." You kiss his chin with watery eyes, pushing yourself to hold on just a bit longer.
Your hips start trembling and slowing down, betraying your resistance. A moment later, you feel your big boyfriend's servo grip your hips with needy strength, making you bounce sharply on his length until your orgasm makes your pussy clench deliciously tight around him.
His overload follows a second later, filling you generously with his transfluid, leaving him dizzy. "Are you... are you okay?"
With your insides a warm, messy chaos, you force yourself to nod weakly, lying on his chest with a dumb smile on your face.
Your answer, though it embarrasses him a little, is enough to let Bulkhead know you're okay. He doesn't dare interrupt your rest on his chassis, so he simply relaxes as well, repositioning his servo on your bare ass. He hopes he didn't hurt you.
Just wanted to request of D-16, where he is being a fanboy, talks about Megatronus to the human reader, and maybe he might have some merch of him to show off
FAN ✩
[TFO] D-16 & Human!Reader
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Thank you!
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"Did you get all this?"
"Yes, well, no. You know Pax is the one who spends most of his time away, he's the one who brings me gifts." Smiling shyly, Dee continues to show you his extensive collection of Megatronus Prime items.
He seems really excited.
He loves those things.
You don't blame him. He works all day in the mines, or at least most of this so called "cycle," which you've calculated to be a little over 37 hours, and one of his few consolations was paying attention to his items. They were impeccable, perhaps better cared for than you, you think humorously.
"It's great, there are collectors on Earth too." You can see some nice things, but your attention is drawn to a 3D holographic statue of Prime standing before you both. It's quite clear, but you can still make out small intermittent errors in the image.
Noticing your desire to take a closer look, he lets you down from his servo so you can climb into the small upper cabin of the locker. "I can guess."
You don't hesitate to approach it. The hologram is about 5 centimeters taller than you, which is a little creepy.
"It was a limited edition model. I almost didn't make it in time for that cycle! I had to rush out of the mines after my shift to get it." He smiles shyly. "It's also quite costly, but it was worth it. It's like Megatronus Prime himself is standing in front of me, only much smaller."
Maybe what you're about to say is a little hypocritical, considering that on Earth this would definitely be very expensive, but... "It's just a hologram, does it really cost that much?" Wait, maybe it's expensive for him... Oh shit, you're calling him poor!
Before you can say anything, he interrupts you. "But it's not just a hologram." A servo passes by you to gently cross the elbow of the little one, in many quotation marks, Megatronus Prime. As if he had adjusted it himself, the purple arm extends and adjusts with a fluidity that surprises you. Dee does the same with his chest and head, changing his expression.
He acts like a little robot, only he's not a robot. You don't understand how it works without any kind of camera or command. "And... How is it supposed to see or feel your touch to move?"
"I don't know, it's kind of like cutting edge technology. It's my favorite."
Costly, definitely.
"He, that's cool... It scares me a little, actually. What about that poster?" You change the subject, avoiding the hyper-realistic figure next to you. Your good friend doesn't seem bothered by the change of subject, though he is a little disappointed.
You point to an image printed on shiny, slightly textured metal, with vivid colors covering most of the small locker.
"Oh, that... It was one of the first things I got from Megatronus Prime," he murmurs, a little nostalgic. "I really liked it."
The image shows Megatronus in a proud pose, holding his signature weapon while 'looking' at the camera. His name was at the top with a small phrase, 'The last to fall' at the bottom. What... Motivational? Apparently, whoever made this poster didn't have much imagination. "Why do you like Megatronus Prime so much?" you asked distractedly, walking past a pile of trading cards featuring him and the rest of the Primes.
Dee pauses for a second, considering his answer. He smiles nervously, looking away, almost embarrassed. Some miners teased him for his fanaticism toward the Prime.
"It's just that... Megatronus inspires me. He's more than an idol to me. I never even got to see him in person, but I heard stories about him. Incredible stories." His optics shine. "He was the coolest. Big, tough, resilient, strong-"
"I get it."
"No, you don't understand." His words are accompanied by his servos, which keep making gestures that amuse you a little. "Megatronus wasn't just strength. He was... imposing, intelligent, kind. He could be ruthless when battle demanded it... but he also knew when to be fair. He was a mech who respected those who needed protection and was gentle with the weak. He was brave. He rushed to help simply because he could. He didn't expect rewards, flattery, or recognition. He just... wanted Cybertron to be at peace once again. He wanted us all to have a future where we could choose, a future free of Quintessons."
Dee looks at her own servos, covered in mine dust, thinking. You follow her gaze, realizing at the same time that she had stained all your clothes.
"They say he destroyed his enemies with incredible ease, that he could anticipate their movements before the combat even began." That definitely sounds like a rumor, you think. "When he was cornered, it seemed he could fly on the sheer motivation to keep fighting."
"Hey, you're going too far."
"Sorry." He laughed a little.
A pause.
"And he died with honor. Defending what he believed in. Without surrendering, without kneeling... I like Megatronus because he proves that one mech, even just one, can change everything. If he could stand up against what was wrong without hesitation... then maybe I..." In the end, he just gave you a shy look. "Sorry if I talked too much, he's my favorite."
"It doesn't bother me, Dee." In fact, you really like it when he talks to you like this. His conversations weren't usually very long; he wasn't as talkative as Orion Pax. Megatronus really fascinated him. "Megatronus... he seemed really admirable, I understand you."
Walking back to his servo once more. "Hey Dee, what's that?" You point to what looks like an ultra-thin giant tablet case with a purple Prime theme.
"Oh, it's a datapad case. I don't know why I bought it, we can't even access many datapads." He avoids your gaze, but you know what he means. He got it in case he ever had the chance to own one of those things himself.
He may deny it, but deep down Dee has the same desire and hope as Pax.
"I know you're going to need it someday."
The miner gives you a smile that you don't hesitate to return, with that little row of tiny teeth that you know make him a little selfconscious. You can't complain, his smooth teeth make you uncomfortable too.
My dear queen Estella, may I ask about us getting a fluff with tfp Optimus chearing up a reader who didn't got her exams done, reader is in college but is 20 years old 🥀🥀
EXAMS
[TFP] Optimus Prime&Human!Reader
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No one had ever called me queen before 😂 Of course!
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Optimus had been wondering why you seemed to be in such a bad mood today.
He doesn't understand how a single sheet of paper can cause so much human suffering.
Ever since you got back from university, you'd been sprawled on the couch, grumbling about 'exams' and 'impossible questions' something he'd heard a few times before from Jack whenever he caught bits of his conversations with Arcee.
Putting his work aside, he approaches you carefully. He's always been interested in understanding the problems of his team and his friends, hoping he can help whenever possible. "It seems your day has not been very favorable."
You lift your head lazily and sit up a little when you see Optimus near you, crouching down toward the small human area. You suddenly feel the need to give the Prime your full attention, maybe cause you don't talk to him as much as you do with the rest of the team, or maybe you just don't want to be rude. Did you interrupt his work with your complaining?
"Ah, hey Optimus. I'm fine... Sorry if I bothered you while you were doing... whatever you were doing."
"There is no need to apologize. You have not bothered me at all, little one. I simply could not help noticing that something is troubling you." He leans in a bit more. "You can talk to me if you feel comfortable."
You give him a small smile, comforted by his concern. "Thanks, Optimus." You stay quiet for a moment, hesitating. You can trust him, but it's hard not to feel ridiculous comparing your university struggles to everything he's carried for centuries. "It's just dumb stuff."
You end up laughing it off, but he clearly isn't convinced. "I do mot believe it is something trivial."
"..." Under his blue gaze, it's impossible not to cave. "I didn't finish my exam, I'm gonna fail- I know, it's stupid to feel this way over something so small when there are much more important things happening."
You look away, embarrassed, almost regretting admitting that to the Prime. But seriously, who can resist that trustworthy look and that gentle voice?
Instead of judging you, he calls your name softly. "It is not stupid to feel bad about an exam. Every burden, no matter how small it may seem, deserves to be heard."
You're smiling now, a bit more relaxed. You don't even know why you ever doubted Optimus, he's the person- bot, you'd trust with your life. Why not just spill it?
“You always know what to say, Optimus. I guess you’re right… I don’t know, sometimes I feel like I’m not cut out for this degree. I feel terrible about that stupid exam, I thought I was ready, I was supposed to be ready, but I still failed. I saw the others, some even finished early. Maybe they are the ones who actually belong there. What’s waiting for me if I can’t handle a simple routine test? I don’t know if I should’ve studied more, pushed myself more, or if I’m just not made for this, for anything.”
For a moment, Optimus seems to be choosing his words carefully.
“I understand how you might feel, but I assure you that you are not inadequate, little one. The result may not be what you expected, but not finishing that exam does not mean you are not meant for your career. It does not make you any less capable than those who finished early. They move at their pace, you at yours, and neither defines you. One stumble does not decide your future, and one grade does not define your worth. If you believe you should have studied more, then use that to improve, not to punish yourself. I believe in your ability.”
A gentle tap on your head makes you look up in surprise. Optimus rarely touches anyone. To your shock, he's smiling. Optimus smiling? That's definitely new. It lifts your mood almost instantly, maybe even more than his words, though you brush that aside.
"T-thank you, Optimus. I guess you're right, I'm just being dramatic."
You laugh, unable to say much more. You lower his servo to cradle it between your hands, well, to cradle one of his fingers. “I really mean it. I can see why you’re such a good leader now.”
“Were you doubting my leadership?”
You freeze for a second, thinking you offended him, until you notice the playful glint in his optics. He jokes too? You really need to stop doubting Op already.
"No, no! I would never doubt you." You laugh, returning a bright smile.
Optimus seems satisfied. Your mood has lifted completely, and you no longer look distressed about your earlier problem. Seeing that spark of enthusiasm on your face fills him with the same warmth. "I much prefer seeing that smile on your face."
A blush rises on your cheeks at his words, and your smile shrinks, hiding your tiny row of teeth as your lips pull tighter.
Thanks you! Sorry for the late reply, hope you Thanksgiving was wondering. That looks delicious btw! 😋 I took the opportunity to post; it was this or a nsfw Bulkhead post
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One, two, three, breathe. One, two- ugh, this definitely is not working for you. Who gave you this advice, and why are you trying to follow it? If it worked, you'd have been fine a long time ago. You roll around in bed, searching for some miraculous position that will stop the menstrual cramps from attacking you. Sometimes it works, for a while, before returning to the same thing.
Amidst your constant moans of pain, you don't pay attention to the sharp sound of the door opening and your big lover arriving. His footsteps must have become lighter since he arrived on earth.
Optimus approaches silently to look curiously at the position in which you are waiting for him, your back arched down and your butt in the air.
How cute.
Are you trying to provoke him? He hummed, although it seems he hasn't noticed, really. But he's in the mood. He moves en masse, looking to take you by surprise.
Without doubting his stealth, he approaches quickly, the bed sinking under his still considerable weight. You can't react fast enough before you feel an embrace and a servo under your shirt.
"Optimus." You gasp for air. His servo feels warm on your belly. Was him in the sun? It relieves you a little; the cold only makes your cramps worse. "You scared me."
"That is what I wanted to do." He smiled softly, running a finger over your soft breasts, touching your nipples until they hardened a little. "But right now I have something else in mind," he pinched you gently, earning a cry from you. "Making love to you."
"Ouch! Optimus!" You whimper, your breasts are sensitive and that definitely hurt, even though it wasn't hard.
Your period, being irregular, disappeared from your life for about four months this year. But it's back, and it's back with a vengeance. From terrible cramps and body sensitivity to a little diarrhea in the morning.
You're not in mood.
You try to forgive him, cause he's Optimus, and Optimus definitely wouldn't try to hurt you on purpose, but you just want to cry. "That hurt!" you hiss, but his guilty expression appeases you.
"My little one, I am so sorry, I did not mean to hurt you," he coos regretfully, rubbing your chest tenderly. "Forgive me, I did not control my strength. Does it hurt?" He tries to check you, but you growl to push him away.
"I'm fine, it's... It's not your fault. It's me, I'm sensitive, my breasts are sensitive. That's all." You hug him back, guiding his warm servo to your belly. It's close to covering your entire stomach, much to your liking. "Hmm, you work better than sheets."
"...Why do you smell like blood?"
"..." You hide in his embrace, not answering. Optimus always notices things, you should know that by now. What if he's disgusted? He's not familiar with anything like this, the women in his world are different, very different. Maybe he thinks you're dirty and unpleasant? Will he stop seeing you the same way if he thinks your body is too disturbing? If what comes out of you scares him? If the place where it comes out makes him uncomfortable?
If human men react with such disgust, he might react even worse. He might reflect and realize that humans really aren't for him.
No, no, Optimus is not like that.
Although... You'd rather not take any chances. It's not that you want to explain exactly what's happening to your body. "I'm going to the bathroom," you announce suddenly, trying to escape his embrace. Optimus won't let you. "I'm fine, Op, it's nothing."
"Then why are you trying to avoid me?" He hugs you tighter, a look of concern in his optics, and you almost feel guilty for mistrusting him. "You are hurt, let me check you out."
"I'm not hurt." As you speak, a particularly strong cramp makes you clench your teeth and cringe. Betrayal by your own body!
"You are in pain," he murmurs, partly to himself. Why are you hiding your injuries from him when you're supposed to be hurt? The fleeting pain on your face makes his spark flicker with concern. He tries to touch you once more, but you avoid him by repeating the same thing. In the end, he decides to go against your will, for your own good. "I will look for it myself."
You feel him pin you down against the mattress, making you let out a gasp of surprise. How... rude! Optimus's heavy frame straddles your legs, controlling his weight so as not to crush you. One of his servos cuffs your hands above your head while the other abruptly pulls up your shirt. "Optimus..."
You protest weakly, watching his optics scan your belly area with confusion. He touches you, squeezing the soft flesh between his fingers, evaluating your reaction, looking for pain. You just look at him hesitantly.
He looks down at your legs, not bothering to check your upper body. Wait, is he smelling? He's searching the area closest to the... blood. "Cooperate."
You don't have time to process his request before he literally blows the buttons off your pants as he pulls them down in one swift motion. As much as you like Optimus pawed you, this is getting a little out of hand, and you don't want to worry about it anymore. "W-Wait, Optimus! I'm not hurt, I promise, just let me explain... Please."
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"I understand now." Humming with new understanding, Optimus stares at you, thinking. "Forgive me for mistrusting you before and being so... invasive."
"Don't worry, Optimus, I understand your concern... And don't you think it's disgusting?" You change the subject anxiously. You spent ten long minutes you don't want to remember explaining, between awkward stammers, about your biological function. Expecting some reaction of disgust, perhaps discomfort or surprise, but he seemed surprisingly calm.
"No, of course not." He blinked, looking at you curiously. "It is a natural process of your body, my love, why should I feel disgust?"
"Well, it's just... You know, it's..." You stammer, interrupting yourself as you feel Optimus's servo on your belly, rubbing gently. "Human men don't like..."
"I do not understand the reason, but I assure you, sweetspark, that something so natural in you does not cause me any kind of revulsion." The bed creaks beneath you as he leans down quickly, letting out a heavy sigh of steam on your forehead before giving you a sweet kiss, the kind he uses when he feels guilty. "Just let me take care of you from now on, I do not want you to keep hiding your discomfort from me."
Tumblr (app) doesn't let me edit my drafts, is it just me?
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They've been arguing for at least the last fifteen minutes. You try to roll over on the mattress, bury your face in the pillow, but their voices are still clear and echoing in the room.
Your room.
The one that's supposed to be your place of rest.
So why the hell are they arguing here?
"You still do not understand, Megatron."
"And you still believe your ideals are superior, Optimus?"
Giving up, you get up. You don't want to say it's your fault, but you feel some responsibility to try to stop this senseless fight because, indirectly, you were part of the start. Although, well, they've strayed quite far from the topic.
"You guys never waste an opportunity to cut each other's arms off, do you?" You yawn with a frown. Today is supposed to be a day for you to enjoy your two lovers, to spend time together, play, talk, do anything but fight.
Your footsteps are almost inaudible on the cold floor, but Megatron realizes you're approaching him even without seeing you. He can't help but feel victorious. You're choosing to be in his arms today. Maybe you've finally had enough of Optimus? Did this argument make you realize that you actually prefer him?
Megatron offers you a servo the second after feeling your sweet hands touch him. He still watches Prime, but with more arrogance than before as he pulls you to his chest to envelop you in the warmth of his spark.
"You know, I think your argument has strayed quite far from the original point." You mention, which brings Megatron back to his original bitterness, although a little more relaxed with your presence next to him.
"You pay more attention to Optimus," the tyrant accuses, not angry, but you notice the annoyance in his voice. His tone seems to have softened a bit when addressing you.
"She was just looking out for me, Megatron. Not every gesture of compassion should be understood as favoritism."
"With you, Prime, everything is a constant competition for who has your attention." The Disappointment leader roars, moving close enough to your other lover that you're alarmed by the possibility of a fight. Although Optimus doesn't flinch, you see him raise his guard. "You do not know how to share."
What the hell are they talking about? Have they created some kind of imaginary competition for who gets more of your attention? You love them both! "Guys..."
"You do not know how to share." Optimus straightens up, still calm in tone, but that only seems to anger Megs more, who pulls you closer to his chest. "I will make it clear once again, we did not come here to compete. This is a mutual, polygamous relationship, differences should have been put aside by now so we can focus on it." Satisfied with his words, the Prime looked his former mortal enemy in the eye, feigning calm.
Right now, he is the pillar of this relationship, seemingly the only one rational and firm enough to keep his former rival at bay. He can't just admit that yes, he doesn't like sharing so much and, in reality, he's in this little game of competition.How he would sometimes like to have you all to himself, to see the jealousy in Megatron's optics and enjoy your favoritism.
Megatron rolls his optics, dismissing his words. "Well, he gives you more attention than he gives me, and I do not like it." His comment comes out like poison.
You decide to intervene before the two of them burn each other with their glares. "Could you two stop measuring who bleeds more inside? I love you both, I was just trying to make sure Optimus didn't lose an arm. It's not favoritism, I would have done the same for you, Megatron. I don't give him more attention."
Megatron glances at you sideways, the crimson glow of his optics dimmed. It's not your fault, no... It's Prime's fault, hogging your attention so selfishly! But he had to control himself; one mistake and he could lose you for good. "Make sure you spread your care around, little one. I do not want the Autobot getting too used to it." He shot the Autobot a sour look.
"I do not want you turning jealousy into strategy," Optimus replies, without losing his composure. The ensuing silence is thick. They continue to stare at each other, with a mixture of annoyance and resignation that makes you nervous. They're going to end up killing each other.
You sigh wearily. "You are both impossible. Keep arguing and I'll be out of here."
Megatron lets out a low growl. Optimus simply exhales through his ventilation ducts, almost tired. But without saying a word, they head to the room with you, ready to do what they should have done from the beginning. Spend time together.
[⚠︎]: spoiled behavior, brat reader, polyamory, very grumpy ratchet
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"Optimus!~ Save me from Ratchet!" Clinging to his chest like a tick, you squeal at the leader.
For a moment he seems puzzled until he sees an angry Ratchet enter the room, and he quickly understands. You're running away, again.
"Come here, you immature little brat!"
You stick to Prime like gum, resting your cheek tenderly against his chest, seeking protection. He doesn't need an explanation to know that you've been up to mischief, again. And from the broom and cleaning supplies in Ratchet's servos, he also knows the fact that you made a mess.
"Optimus, don't you dare protect her-" Ratchet tries to warn him, but the protective servo the leader places on your small body already gives him an idea that the Prime (once again) is not on his side tonight.
"Stop coddling her." The medic growls through clenched teeth.
"First, I think you should take a moment to clear your processor and calm down, Ratchet." The aforementioned rolls his optics, trying to ignore Optimus's words as he watches you, nestled between your old partner's servos, looking at him smugly.
Oh, you're definitely provoking him.
"She's mocking me!"
Optimus looks at you, only to find an innocent, pleading gaze. "I do not think she's mocking you."
He says, and Ratchet can't help but sigh. He had to admit that he himself had often fallen for those charming, innocent looks of yours, especially when you accompany them with manipulative kisses, but lately he has begun to suspect that Optimus is playing dumb on purpose.
"You know she's manipulating you, right? You are spoiling her too much, Optimus, and you are only encouraging him to behave in a much more problematic and rude manner with your constant indulgence. There are never any consequences, and it's not healthy for her to behave like this."
Well, Ratchet was right, but when you clung to him a little tighter, hugging him so tenderly, Op couldn't help but swallow a response and, embarrassed, look away.
"Optimus..." The doctor growls, feeling his energy boil. "Optimus!"
"She needs consequences," your greatest lover admits, and you look at him treacherously. Yes, they may both be right, but come on! You really like this game where Ratchet tries to punish you and Optimus keeps spoiling you. They can't just start forcing you to take responsibility for your mistakes. "But we can let it slide this time."
Oh, that's much better.
"Again?" He looks at you, you stick your tongue out at him. "Ugh, I am going to-"
"Look how he treats me." You whine to Prime.
"Ratchet." He warns.
Your favorite grump gives in and shuts up, looking at you sourly. "What about you? Are you going to keep getting into mischief instead of, I don't know, getting a job? That is what adult humans do instead of filling the base with glitter."
You gasp, almost offended. Excuse me, he's telling you to get a job? Oh, that breaks your heart. 12 hours for minimum wage? No, thank you, you'd rather remain an immature little dependent, you can still enjoy your youth.
"Optimus, he wants to make me work!" You sob, climbing up the commander's chest to take refuge in his chest.
"Ratchet." Optimus says disapprovingly.
"Optimus." Ratchet responds in kind.
The Prime sighs. "The government gives us a small, unnecessary payment for keeping the Decepticons at bay. If we have no need to use that money, I don't see why she shouldn't take advantage of it."
Ratchet opens his mouth to argue, but after a second's thought, he shuts up. He's too tired for this. "You know what? Do whatever you want. If she's not going to clean up, you are going to do it, Optimus. I will be in my 'office' until there's no more mess out there."
Without further ado, the doctor left. Optimus hesitates for a moment. Him clean, with the workload he has? It will take away precious hours of rest.
But when you give him a bunch of sweet kisses in gratitude, the thought melts like butter in his processor.
"Good boy, so obedient." You purr, holding a long leash around Optimus's neck, who looks at you shyly.
Maybe you are too charming, but he didn't know how he had agreed to be dominated like this, with a thick metal leash that you had gotten from who knows where around his neck. Submissive and obedient to your commands.
You give his spike a lazy caress, almost teasing him. You quite liked the sweet blue blush on his cheeks, too embarrassed for you to talk to him like that, but also too gentle to refuse you. Are you taking advantage of that sweet desire to please you? Yes. Do you care? Nuh uh.
"You're a good boy," you say, and he sighs heavily.
"I am a good boy..."
"Oh, yes. You are." You purr, sinking into his submission. "Hmm, bark for me." Your words leave you both bewildered. Oops, did you say that?
"W-What?" He stammers, and you take a moment to figure out where that bubbly, wicked desire for humiliation came from.
Well, whatever. "Please me." You return to your purring tone, squeezing his warm tip.
Optimus hesitates for a moment, but with a shy, trembling, weak tone, he complies. "W-Woof, woof..."
You can't help but let out a squeal, laughing. Your hand runs over his spike with much more enthusiasm, running up and down its length with a rhythm that makes him dizzy. "Oh, Optimus, what a good boy!"
The Prime moans your name longingly, feeling his hips rise in search of more of your sweet touch. His stimulated receptors send waves of pleasure throughout his structure. "It feels good."
At his words, you smile, increasing the pace of your hand. Pre-cum escapes from his hot slit, beginning to stain you. "Oh, are you going to come so quickly?" You laugh, not that you've only just started masturbating him, but you still want to tease. "I have barely touched you."
Optimus doesn't react, feeling his faceplate burn as his transfluid tanks prepare. Is it really too soon?
He feels embarrassed, but the thought quickly melts like butter in his processor as the release courses through his entire structure. Long, thick strands of warm transfluid fall directly onto your face, painting it a pretty magenta color.
I must admit that my intention was to make reader a little crazy, but I don't think I had enough spark for that, hehe
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"I just want to talk to you, my spark. I'd really like to know why you are mad at me."
Optimus's words are almost a plea, looking at your frown since you got into your alternate mode. Arms crossed and refusing to talk to him.
You were fine just a few hours ago, but after your training sessions, you had been acting strange.
He doubted he had done anything wrong, but he still wanted to hear the reason for your annoyance.
And this little road trip was perfect for talking.
When you didn't respond, he decided to try another approach, calling your name softly but firmly. "This is not a mature way to act. We should talk like the adults we are so we can resolve our issues."
"You like to show off, that's my problem."
"Oh?"
There was another silence, and Optimus was forced to speak again. "Excuse me, show off?"
"Sure... Of course you don't notice. Always so focused, so serious, untouchable."
"I don't understand what you mean."
"How convenient. You don't know anything, you don't see anything, but I do. But I know you like being there, in the middle, letting all of them look at you. With their stupid little smiles, enjoying the view."
Optimus hesitates for a moment, unsure how to react to this. Your small, beautiful eyes narrow with what he recognizes as anger. "Are you talking about my training?"
His question seems to annoy you even more, but he doesn't regret it because he needs to understand.
"Yes, that! You're always out there, letting them admire you. Bright, strong, wanting to impress. And don't tell me you don't notice how they look at you, because you do."
"I do not, I am not looking for attention. I train to be prepared, not to impress."
"Yeah, yeah, you train." Suddenly, you slam your paddle, half standing up. And he slows down a little more, not wanting an accident to happen. "You want them to see you, to admire you! And you let them see you! You let them see how the hero of the galaxy moves!"
"You are being irrational." Optimus points out calmly, because this is starting to seem more like a tantrum than a real discussion. He's not upset by your accusations, but he's concerned that you really think he could act that way with you around. "You are jealous."
Oh, don't shit, Sherlock.
"You're mine." You growl, tearing at his seats, hurting him.
Hesitating a little, Optimus finally pulls over to the side of the desolate road, transforming without warning. Don't go more than a meter before he pulls you back with a gentleness worthy of a Prime.
"I am yours." He agrees, watching your pretty face tinged with red with anger.
"Liar!" Your screams are weaker when you look him in the face. Stupidly honest.
"I am completely yours, and I do not want to be anyone else's. I do not care if other humans look at me, I do not even notice."
"Then act like it."
"I'm not lying, my love." He's probably being irrational too, giving in to you like this, too soft, too foolish. But seeing you gradually calm down makes him happy. "I'm not interested in soldiers, or scientists, or any other human besides you. Because you have amazed my world since I found you, and I could not compare any other gaze to how you make me feel."
"..." You snort. "You're—"
Before continuing, he gives you a sweet little kiss.
"What am I?"
"You're—"
Once again, he interrupts you with another kiss.
"You're—!"
"What am I?"
Again, he kisses you, but this time you bite him.
"An idiot!! Idiot! Idiot!" You scream, squirming. "Don't try to distract me!"
Optimus sighs. You are really upset, and it does not look like you are going to calm down anytime soon.
Fem human reader x Optimus/Ratchet poly smut with them being a "little" possessive over her and they head into their room with reader for privacy so they can take up their pent up energy on her
POSSESSIVE ꨄ︎
[TFA] Optimus Prime/Ratchet/Human!Reader
[⚠︎]: nsfw, polyamory, jealoucy, possessivenesses
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"You scared him!" Hanging from Optimus's servo, you can't help but complain about how rude Ratchet was to the new guy who arrived at the police department on Fanzone's recommendation.
"You were so happy there, flirting so blatantly with him." Ratchet growled, giving you a jealous look.
"I wasn't flirting, I was just being friendly!"
"You were flirting." Optimus, much to your disappointment, agreed.
"No, I wasn't! He was just so excited to meet the Autobots, he's a foreigner, you know? I was just giving him an introduction."
"Oh, yeah, introduction while you let him touch you, enjoying that perfect smile as he told you jokes that made you laugh like a fool." Ratchet growled, turning away to follow Optimus into his room.
You roll your eyes silently, feeling the Prime firmly leave you on the berth, joining the grumpy medic to tower over you. "You're ours, you know that, right? We're yours, and we're not willing to share you."
"Whoa, calm down, guys. You don't have to share me, I needed to socialize, and he just touched my shoulder. You're being controlling. Can't I have male friends?"
"NO."
"Well, okay, I don't really need them anyway."
Sighing, Optimus starts to take off your shirt. "We would like him to refrain from touching you, smiling at you, or doing anything unnecessary with you from now on." He explains his idea, although to you it seems like nothing more than a bunch of jealous lies.
"You don't want him to interact with me anymore, basically."
With a soft, almost innocent smile, he replies. "That sounds pretty good."
"I agree, that sounds pretty good." Ratchet concurs from across the room, turning back to you with a bottle of lubricant in his hand.
"What drama," you complain, helping Optimus remove your bra.
"It is not drama." The doctor takes your chin. "We just do not want you taken away from us."
"Or anyone else touching you," the Prime adds. His fingers slip under your pants, grabbing your underwear before yanking it off. You can see it land far away and you could complain, but it wasn't really your favorite anyway.
"Ugh, you two are the whole package." You take off one shoe. "I thought being a couple of old men would make you much more mature." You throw the other one at Ratchet, who frowns.
"I am not an old man yet. I am old, yes, but not an old man."
Optimus and you share a quick glance. "Sure."
"Me! Ugh, I sm not going to fight with you, you silly brats." The old doctor grumbles, approaching you. His servos are large enough that your arms are trapped under his grip as he adjusts you to his liking like a doll, putting you on all fours.
You let out a small complaint, but still decide to obey and stay in the position he left you in, presenting your ass to both of them. You could feel cold, but Optimus had kindly gotten a heater for you.
Oh, despite everything, your great lovers are very good to you, you must admit.
But you can't think too much about that when Ratchet abruptly smears a considerable amount of lubricant on your unsuspecting pussy. "Ouch, your finger is dirty!"
"My finger is not dirty!"
Yeah, right. As if he didn't touch a bunch of dirty things all day.
Ignoring that, you glance back to see both of their cocks out, juicy and ready to drain.
How obscene!
They're already displaced en masse, you see Ratchet cover Optimus's spike in lubricant and wonder if it's going to be the Prime who fucks you today.
You had tried double penetration before. To say you didn't like it is an understatement.
So now they were deciding which of the two would be in which place. It depended mainly on Ratchet, since he often didn't feel energetic enough to do the hard work, unlike Op, who was much better off in his situation.
Almost half the bottle goes into Optimus's length, Ratchet gives it a playful squeeze before throwing the bottle aside. Oh, they plan to have some fun together later...
"All right, little one, now you are going to feel the touch you should really appreciate."
You smile, feeling the excitement in your belly swirl like wetness between your legs.
The Prime gently caresses your butt, causing the bed to sink behind you as he positions himself there.
Ratchet perches in front of you. His spike caresses your face, waiting for attention.
"How cute." You purr, and he responds by rolling his optics before pushing you toward his thickness. You don't hesitate to start licking, from the base to the juicy tip.
Optimus, on the other hand, gently rubs his wet tip against your clitoris, leaving small drops of transfluid beside it.
You're so cute, so sweetly warm, just thinking about you could make him overload. He settled in a little, putting one servo on your hip and another taking his spike to start pushing.
He had to struggle a little to get your soft pussy to accept him, but finally he managed to push his tip further in.
"Are you okay?"
"She is fine." Ratchet answers for you, and Optimus accepts it, carefully entering your tight interior. His thrusts begin slowly and your eyes moisten from the sensation, but you continue to work on the doctor with dedication, sucking and kissing the soft white and red metal.
Optimus's movements behind you become more intense and your moans begin to interrupt Ratchet's attention, who watches as you begin to bump his spike with your face.
"Good rhythm," He hums, taking your face to sink his length into your mouth once and for all, effectively silencing you.
Your gasps mix with your muffled moans, and you feel like hours go by as the stimulation and half-breaths make you dizzy.
A sweet swirl of heat forms in your belly, like a sweet and early promise of heaven. And you don't hesitate to let it come.
Pushing Ratchet out of your mouth to avoid biting him, you arch your back, feeling the liquid heat explode. A shiver runs through your body and Optimus gasps after you.
Too tight, too hot. Soon he too let his seed spill inside you. Just like Ratchet, who ended up letting himself flow into your hair.
"Hmm..." They both finally pull away gently, satisfied.
"All right, I hope you feel more ours than ever now."
Purring playfully, you look at Optimus lasciviously, who returns a nervous glance from above.
You woke up with energy, lots of energy. Most of the morning you forced him to play with you, knowing that he hadn't been so busy last week, but when playing became too boring...
"I want to make you mine."
You repeat the same phrase he has heard for at least half an hour along with his own evasions.
And although Optimus, of course, is not intimidated by you, he does not want to disappoint you. The first time they interfaced, it went quite well, being one of those lucky days when his spike deigned to react correctly.
But now... He doubted his luck.
"But, dearest, we were intimate not long ago."
"Oh, yes, and now I want to take mine again. Why is that a problem?"
"It's not a problem, just..." Running out of excuses, Optimus sighs, giving up. Someday he would have to face it. "Nothing. I was a little tired, but if you really want to do it, I'll be happy to oblige."
Just hope you're lucky.
"All right, that's the spirit." You celebrate your victory, pounding his interface panel with both hands as you kneel beneath him, wiggling your butt energetically.
Hollowing your buttocks with a servo, he caresses you gently. "Take off your clothes first, my spark, I'd like to appreciate your beautiful body first."
"Uhh!" You laugh shyly, enjoying his compliment. You don't hesitate to obey, stripping off your light fabric garments and setting them aside.
Optimus enjoys the view. He can hear his internal engine roar softly and his system heat up, but his spike doesn't react, and he starts to get nervous. "You are a beautiful creature."
"Oh, I am." You give him a sweet smile again. "And you're so handsome too. I'm so glad you're mine."
Your comment made him laugh. "Yes, I am yours, completely yours, my spark." But would you still love him when you know he can't serve you properly?
You hum contentedly, moving closer again to caress his old interface panel. "Come on, big guy, I want you now."
Obedient as ever, Optimus hesitates only briefly before shifting mass. Consuming so much energon in a second is somewhat uncomfortable, leaving him momentarily weak, but he quickly recovers.
You didn't hesitate for a second before groping his crotch, already dripping with that small, soft pussy. "Patience, dearest, you can't be so impulsive."
"I can, and as I've already told you, I want you. Right here, right now."
The Prime suppressed a nervous grimace. He's not hard yet...
Without a response, he devoted himself to carefully exploring your body. He gently caressed your nipples, playing with the small hardened tips until he moved down your belly and to your clitoris. "You are a beautiful creature."
"Me or my species?"
"You, you are the most precious creature I have ever encountered."
Smiling, you give him a small, sweet kiss. "I know. Now open me up."
Optimus, hesitant, finally complies and opens his panel. His soft spike slowly emerges, revealing itself to you, just a few centimeters smaller.
Although, in reality, it still couldn't fit completely inside you. Yes, that big.
"Hmm, still not happy?" you ask playfully, running your fingertip along its length. "I can fix that."
The old leader doesn't try to stop you when you jump on top of him and start rubbing yourself slowly to cover his entire spike. You're wet and soft on him, stimulating every pleasure sensor in his member, making him shudder.
But he's still not hard, and soon you will notice.
"Oh, my spark, you make me feel so good." Optimus's murmur is honeyed, shifting position to kiss and touch you.
It surprises you, and although it doesn't bother you, you want to stay focused on him. But he won't let you.
"Cute."
"Sweet."
"Beautiful."
"Delicious."
The caresses and fondling go on until you get annoyed. Is he trying to avoid your touch or something?
"Optimus, come on." You protest, overwhelmed by his kisses and his fingers no longer satisfying your sex. "Let's get to the good stuff."
"My spark..." He tries to persuade you, but you press him.
"Come on, get off me."
After adjusting himself here and there, he presents himself pathetically before you.
Soft.
For a moment you seem confused. "Aren't you excited?"
"No... No, it's not that. I am aroused, of course I am, my little one."
That sounds like a cheap excuse to you. "What? After the first time, it's not the same anymore?"
You seem hurt, and that alerts him. "No, it's not that. It's just that..." He takes a moment, feeling ashamed.
Insufficient, he can't give you what you deserve.
What if you no longer want him, knowing that he can't satisfy you properly?
"It's not you, dearest, it's me. I'm old, rusty, and there are things in me that no longer respond as they should."
You take a moment to understand, opening your mouth like a fish. "You have erectile dysfunction!"
Does that... amuse you?
"It's... the human term, yes. I am very sorry I hid it from you, my spark. I apologize if I have disappointed you."
"But last time you were fine."
"It is not a permanent 'dysfunction' in my case, sometimes my spike reacts, sometimes it does not." His explanation is simple, and you can see the disappointment on his attractive Cybertronian face.
Wow, he really seems to think he's disappointed you.
"Oh, Optimus, don't be silly. You haven't disappointed me at all. Dysfunction? Bah, whatever, that's not why I'm with you, Optimus. If I wanted something sexually perfect, I'd buy a vibrator, I wouldn't be here with you." You joke lightheartedly before pausing. "But a vibrator couldn't make me feel loved and protected, I couldn't hold on to its warmth and listen to sweet words that fill me up."
You lean on him. "Come on, you know I'm no good at comforting people, I hate to see you like this." You complain sweetly, and now it's you who is covering him with kisses and invasive caresses.
He seems unresponsive for a moment before giving you a small, almost imperceptible smile. "You're honest."
"Oh, I am." You purr against the cables on his neck, making sure not to cut your chin on any sharp parts of his structure. You change position, your wet sex rubbing against his soft tip. "And we can still have a lot of fun like this."
Optimus shudders, nervously grabbing your hip. "Oh, my spark."
[⚠︎]: nsfw, size difference, sex like birthday gift
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"Happy birthday, little one."
Moaning in your ear, Optimus doesn't allow you to give an appropriate response as he covers your mouth with a large servo, gently pushing inside you.
Your smaller hands cling and pound uselessly against his left servo, which remains on your hip to make you move up and down on his length.
He's not rough, but his size is ruthless.
You're on your back with Optimus at the edge of the bed, fucking you on his lap as if you were no heavier than a feather.
Well, you're not to him.
Your underwear is hooked around your ankles, and the dress you chose especially for this day hasn't been stripped from your body yet.
Perfectly dressed, perfectly dolled up.
Optimus wasn't going to ruin you, but he wasn't going to wait to give you a taste of your special birthday present either. A gift he's been planning after so many of your provocations.
You look so cute like this, sweating as the light fabrics and neat folds obediently hide how your tender, tight, sweet pussy stretches around his thick base.
On the outside, the movement is nothing more than a simple gentle rocking. Your dress covers your thighs and his pelvis, as if you were innocently sitting on his lap.
On the inside, you struggle to keep your composure after an orgasm. The mattress beneath you is damp with your fluids, as are Prime's thighs and your own. You are grateful that not a single drop has stained your dress.
Optimus takes your belly in his free servo to pull you toward him and deeper down. You let out a moan that is quickly silenced by his fingers. "Shh, calm down, you are not supposed to be here yet."
The Prime laughs softly, and like a muffled exclamation, you can hear Sari outside planning the final details of your surprise party, not so surprising now, of course. Every now and then, an Autobot passes by the room, making the floor rumble with a closeness that makes you nervous.
"You feel so good..." Optimus growls against your ear, his spike throbbing inside you. "I-I... ugh."
With a stutter, the consistency of his thrusts is interrupted by himself as he quickly pushes you off his lap. You have to admit that the sudden emptiness inside you makes you miss him, but you understand what it's all about when Optimus lifts the back of your dress and releases himself into the soft flesh of your buttocks.
The hot transfluid stains your buttocks, spilling down your thighs and between your crack until it drips onto the floor. "O-Optimus..."
You stammer, but you feel his fingers picking up the rebellious semen that tries to stain your underwear and shoes.
"Do not worry, little birthday girl, I will clean you up."
[⚠︎]: toxic dynamics, controlling behavior, time control, social isolation
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"You've been restless for the last hour, are you feeling okay?"
The question from one of your coworkers is innocent, showing concern for you and your distressed expression, which has begun to make customers uncomfortable.
"I'm fine, just a little stressed." You mumble a vague evasive answer and quickly walk away.
You're not fine.
You're not fine, you're definitely not fine, not when your phone has been dead for about an hour and a half because you forgot to charge it last night.
Optimus must be going crazy.
You bite your nails nervously, watching the small device quietly recharge in an armchair. Customers have been pouring in all morning, and you've barely had time to escape and quickly put it on charge.
It's too long, too long without responding to Optimus. Too long without letting him know exactly how you are and what you're doing. Without a photo to show him that you're still in the same place where he left you.
Oh God, you're dying of stress, and you shouldn't even be doing this. It's just a minor accident.
You feel an intense need to drink water, and just as you escape for a glass, you hear the familiar sound of a horn nearby. You can't help but tense up and look outside.
It's Optimus; he's come for you.
You should have suspected it; you should have known.
You swallow hard, and instead of going for your glass of water, you slip out the back door of the establishment while no one is looking.
"Optimus..."
"Why are not you answering me? Who were you with? I have not heard from you in ninety-three minutes."
"I'm sorry, I... My phone turned off, the battery died. I didn't realize it this morning, forgive me."
"Is it that complicated? Do I also have to remind you to charge your phone?" His tone softens, but it starts to feel more like a slight humiliation.
"No..."
"My little one, do you know how I felt not knowing where you were? How you were? I won't allow it again."
You look down, muttering another weak apology.
Optimus sighs. "All right, sweet spark, I forgive you. I know you have to go back to that useless job. We will talk more at home. I will wait here for you until you finish your shift, if that's okay."
"Yes, that's fine."
It's not like you have a choice.
Sighing, you re-enter the establishment, feeling a little worse than before. A conversation that lasts less than four minutes and will probably affect you for at least two months definitely turns your brain to mush.
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"Starting today, you will send me your location every hour."
After a few minutes of scolding, reproaches, and jealousy, Optimus came to the "most logical conclusion" to keep you safe and supervised, away from any kind of danger: invade your privacy even more.
But it's not so bad, you think. It's not like you ran away from work or anything. You're glad it wasn't worse. "Okay, I will do it, I promise."
Seeing that you agreed so quickly, Optimus smiled with satisfaction. "That is right, you are so understanding, good girl."
You smile back reluctantly, but even your fake happiness is short-lived. A notification sounds on your phone, and Optimus is much faster than you at seeing it.
His optics narrow almost imperceptibly. 'Mom' has sent you a message. Annoying.
He barely says anything about a birthday when he loses interest. You're not going anywhere anyway.
"Who is it?" Turning his gaze back to you, he has no shame in deleting the message log while looking you in the eye.
"It is no one," He replies calmly, putting the device aside to stroke your hair.
I've been sleeping badly lately, sorry if this seems weird (?
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"A pickle, Optimus?! Wow!"
You exclaim, loud enough for anyone nearby to hear, but Optimus doesn't bother to silence you. They were in his room, conveniently the furthest from the main area. At least you had some decent privacy.
"Do not worry, my dear, I assure you it is not a real organic product. I got it because I was intrigued by its curious design."
You take the thick pickle to bite into it, discovering hard rubber under your teeth. "Ah, it's very realistic."
Great.
You look at the rest of the sex toys in front of you on the bed. Optimus had brought them to try on you. Since it was impossible for him to maintain an 'interface' with you, due to the terrible size difference, he found pleasure in putting little things inside you. A little unusual, but you like it too.
"I was wondering, why do humans find satisfaction in toys that resemble organic food?"
"Oh, you know, we're weird." You hum vaguely, fixing your attention on the toys. There was a carrot, a corn cob... An eggplant!? "Wow, you're really interested!" At least they were fake.
"Do not you like them?"
"No, no, I like them, I'm just surprised you chose some designs that are so... Curious. But it's cool." You move on to the other toys, which were a little more normal, if you could say that. He had brought some vibrators, oils, and... "A plug?"
"Oh, is that what they're called? I saw one in the store, didn't know what it was, so I brought it." Looking at it, it was a little longer than usual, metallic blue in color.
"Uh... Well, I'll explain later." You put it aside, looking at the rest of the toys. Most of the designs were tentacles, and the few that remained were conventional, although you notice that he avoids anything that really resembles a human member, both in shape and color.
"Okay." He didn't protest. "Take off your clothes... Please."
You could almost laugh at the way he says it; it could be an order, or he wants to get straight to the point. But he's a gentleman, and you know him. He's not used to being sweet, but he tries, for you.
"Uh..." You pretend to think. "No."
He seems genuinely puzzled for a moment. "I thought you wanted to do this?"
"Oh, it's a joke! You take it off."
The Prime doesn't react to your joke, but you notice his optics relax and he nods.
Optimus sometimes didn't understand your humor, but he tried to play along as best he could. Humans were... confusing, fascinatingly confusing.
Although this time he didn't get your joke.
His servos are agile on you; he had learned to be careful not to hurt you, although still not enough to avoid breaking clothes with buttons or zippers.
He slid the shirt off, feeling your warm belly and your small nipples. Then he caressed your butt, pulling down your elastic-waisted pants.
He didn't have to break them, thats good.
Arranging some pillows he had just for you, he settled you into them like a little nest, laying you down with your legs spread.
It was always a beautiful sight for him.
He licked one of his large, shiny fingers. Shiny because they had been properly cleaned, disinfected, and sterilized. He didn't want to give you any kind of infection.
Carefully, he pressed your little pussy with the tip of his finger. It felt soft, smooth, wet, and warm. He moved slowly, caressing and fondling the little organ, as if he were kneading a small ball of dough.
Your soft moans every time he passed over your clitoris were undoubtedly the best part. He saw your nipples harden a little more, cute.
But, unlike humans, he didn't have a tongue or a physical taste sensor.
Sad. He wanted to taste you somehow.
But for now, he had to be patient.
He continued like this for a while until the tip of his finger was shiny and sticky with your fluid.
Once again, he regretted not being able to lick it.
Ignoring the sudden bitterness in his spark, he caressed the rest of your body with devotion. "You are the most beautiful creature that has ever passed before my optics."
"Liar." You smile.
"It's not a lie. In my long life, I've had the opportunity to see thousands of stars, but I assure you, my spark, none of them resemble the beauty of your precious optics."
You laugh happily. "Silly."
Optimus gives you a small smile in return and picks up the smallest dildo, the one shaped like a carrot. Although it was small, he managed to hold it on the tip of his finger without discomfort.
Rubbing your clitoris with the tip, he traced your softness down to the small opening below, where he didn't hesitate to push a little quickly.
You let out a small hum, but you don't complain. It's just a little bit.
"I like the sounds you make," Optimus says tenderly, sliding his servo under you to lift your hips and, with his thumb, spread one of your legs.
It's charming how much he can control you. You are at his complete disposal, so cute, so small.
He pushes the toy in carefully, sinking it deeper into your warmth.
Your moan is louder, and you feel his spike begin to harden in his panel.
Of course, he's not going to leave it there.
You hear the hoarse sound of old metal sliding, and you marvel as you see his spike emerge. You rarely see it since he usually focused on you, and when he was willing to masturbate, you really liked watching him.
"Pretty." You purr, earning a small, charming smile.
His free servo roughly wraps around its length, squeezing longingly as he increases the speed of the carrot, enjoying your pleasure. "I wish I could have this every night."
You don't respond, feeling the small figure thrusting in and out of you with force. Optimus is also absorbed in the sight, and he can't help but feel envious.
He wants what you receive to be his spike.
He adjusts his servo, and makes the finger that was inserting the dildo change so that his thumb touches the small pearl of flesh above.
"Optimus..." You sigh, feeling tears of pleasure sting your eyes from the stimulation. Your legs writhe, but he holds you in place.
"Hold still." The speed of Optimus' servo increases on his spike, and you can hear rough growls begin to emerge from the stimulation.
"Uah!" You squeal when, in a second, he adjusts his position and the tip of his spike now slides against your breasts. His thumb still rubs your clitoris.
"My love, you don't know how much I want you." He sighs himself, rubbing against you hard.
A thick drop of transfluid stains your nipple a metallic sky blue. It's hot, not enough to burn you, but it makes you a little uncomfortable. Still, you don't complain. On the other hand...
Is he close, so fast? Although you can't blame him when you feel a warm swirl in your belly.
Your thighs squeeze tightly, but Optimus easily separates them, without losing focus on his work.
"I'm close." You squeal between moans, sweating.
"Do not hold back, little one." Optimus encouraged you shakily. "I..."
He stammers and barely hears your soft squeal as his own overload explodes, releasing some of the transfluid from his tanks.
He has enough control not to moan, but a small grunt is inevitable.
He came too quickly, but that probably meant her heat cycle was close. Hmmm...
"Are you okay, little one?" he finally asks, looking at your trembling body covered in semen. At least you had managed to cover your face.
You nod weakly, and he lays you down on the bed carefully, still without removing the carrot from your hole.
"I will clean you up, little one, but remember that this is still the first toy."
You swallow, a thick drop of transfluid running down your hot face from your hair.
Ooh, so we are getting more asks about Ratchet and Optimus? How about.. Ratchet and Optimus fucking secretly in their room and reader accidently looked from the human door what they were doing and now doesn't know how to talk normally to them while blushing.
UH OH! ☀︎
[TFP] Optimus Prime/Ratchet/Human!Reader
[⚠︎]: nsfw, polyamory
Idk if do a version tfa of this. Ah, sorry, I changed the request a bit to be able to do it!
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Listening to the deep moans echoing from Optimus's room, you're not sure how you should react.
The Prime had given you free and exclusive access to his space. You didn't normally take advantage of that, but you had seen some things abandoned in unimportant corners, so you decided to show up one random night to take them while he was away.
Or at least he was supposed to be away.
You feel your face burning as you peer once more through the open crack in the large metal door. Ratchet was lying on the berth, his helmet pressed back against the thick mattress while Optimus, grabbing the plates on his thighs, pushed his hips hard toward... Whatever they had there.
From your angle, you can't get a more explicit view of their... alien reproductive parts, but you can make out a bright magenta fluid seeping from the junction. Ratchet covers his chest plate with his arm, and Optimus leans over him between low, rumbling grunts.
The berth beneath them rocks hard, mainly from the Prime's constant, rapid movement against the medic. How rough!
You can also hear the sound of metal against metal, dry, sharp, and not so loud.
"Ah..." Exhaled softly, blushing, how are you supposed to look at them the same after this?
How are you supposed to keep this secret?
Will the team even know that their leader is sleeping with Ratchet? Although clearly not, if the fact that they lied about where they were gives you any indication.
Shakily and almost reluctantly, you pull away. You close the door gently and the sound is completely muffled behind the room. It's okay... You just didn't see that, ever.
You swallow hard. If Optimus and Ratchet are relatively related, does that mean you're not crazy when you think they're flirting with you?
The overly long caresses, the constant touch on your chin, and the charming smiles they don't give to anyone else... But you were convinced that they just couldn't be after you, right? Not the bitter doctor and the great leader, seriously, how could they even want a relationship?
The ideas start to reorganize in your head and you feel nervous.
Just keep playing dumb and forget about it.
You run back to your room to try to sleep.
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You couldn't sleep. Not with the image fresh in your mind and a small, rebellious warmth in your belly that you're ashamed to admit.
You almost feel like you can fall asleep on the old sofa before you feel Ratchet's soft touch on your head.
"I am talking to you."
You sit up slowly, avoiding his forehead plate. The tip of his digit is soft on your head, and you can almost feel him giving it a gentle stroke backwards. "I'm fine, just... sleepy."
"I bet you have been wandering around again at night instead of sleeping." The doctor growled softly, and you can't help but feel nervous. Did they see you?
No, no, you're being paranoid. "I just didn't sleep well, I was tidying my room until I got sleepy. I guess the physical effort wore me out." You make up a vague excuse, and Ratchet seems to believe you.
Sighing without any real annoyance, he gently takes your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You need to rest, little one."
And you avoid his gaze because you still can't hear his voice without remembering the chorus of moans he was drowning out just a few hours ago.
Your cheeks can't help but flush. You want to believe that you're not special, that you're just imagining it because you want something interesting in your life, but has he ever touched anyone else the way he touches you? Does he use those nicknames on any other human without being sarcastic? Does he drop that grumpy facade just to be gentle with someone other than you?
You can't help but like this special treatment, this exclusivity, but this time it feels strange, more than your usual nerves. You promised you'd try to forget him.
"I'll rest," you reply quickly, your voice high-pitched. There is silence, and his grip on your chin extends until your hands gently push him away. "I'm going to lie down on the couch."
You barely try to escape when Optimus's heavy, characteristic footsteps make their presence known, and with them, he does.
His optics don't take long to find you, and he calls your name almost cheerfully, as much as Optimus could show it, of course. "Good morning, how did you sleep last night? You are up early."
Last night.
You focus on your fingers, playing with them as a slight paranoia returns to your mind. "Uh, fine, just a little restless." And your eyes don't hide as they look anywhere but at the two of them.
Yes, you got up early, it was a mistake. At this hour, only Optimus and Ratchet are starting their activities while the rest of the team rests for another hour or two. But you said you were going to forget about it and act like nothing happened!
"Are you sure you're okay, my little one?" He leans over, his servos gently touching your shoulder, prompting you to look at him. "Maybe you need some rest. You can do that in my room if you like."
You can't help but look at him, and he greets you with a small, charming smile that you're pretty sure you're one of the few who has seen.
You can't say it doesn't affect you when you find yourself smiling back like an idiot. "N-No, I have my own room. Besides, I'm fine, I assure you, Optimus. I don't need any more rest."
"You're stubborn." Ratchet sighs, and Optimus stands up.
You see them exchange a knowing glance before turning back to you.
"In that case, I'd still like to ask you to come with us to my room in a moment. We'd like to talk to you."
"Yes, okay."
You're dying inside.
Once in Optimus's room, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious because you're stepping on the same mattress where they...
"We know you saw us."
You jump, not expecting him to actually say that. "I-I'm sorry! I was going to take some old stuff from your room and I-I didn't know you were there and I came in and- I promise I didn't see much!"
"Relax. We are not mad at you, stop stammering." Ratchet interrupted you, looking amused. "We know you were in there for a while, we sensed you from the moment the door opened."
You swallow hard, grimacing.
"Actually, we are happy you saw us." Once again, Optimus and Ratchet share a glance, leaning closer to you.
"You have noticed that we treat you differently than the others, have not you?" The Prime gently placed his hand on your hair, stroking it with the same care he had done so many times before. "Our smiles, gifts, and gestures of closeness have not been casual. Each one stems from the same source: the appreciation we feel for you. Because our sparks have felt a sincere connection with you, and after knowing you for a long time, with your flaws, your tastes, your personality, your beauty, your whole being, we love you."
"R-Really?" You weren't crazy?
"We understand if this is too much for you to take in. We know that inter-species relationships are not something humans have experienced, and of course, if you reject us, we understand."
"And if not, we will be happy to maintain a romantic relationship with you."
"All three of you?"
They both nodded. "You know that Ratchet and I have been involved for a while. And I am afraid that despite our affection for you, we are not willing to break our connection, even with how we feel about you."
You swallow once more, feeling a bead of sweat roll down your flushed skin. You liked them, you really did. Ratchet was a bit grumpy, but he still had his charm and cared about you. Optimus, though serious, was sweet and gentle with you.
But you never thought about being in a polyamorous relationship.
"Please do not feel pressured to accept us. We will understand your decision."
Although...
They always treated you so well, and even though you tried to ignore it because you didn't want to get your hopes up, you liked them, you liked them a lot.
"Yes... yes, I want." You respond happily, smiling at both of them. It wasn't the dream way you imagined someone would ask you to be their girlfriend, but you're not complaining.
They both looked a little surprised. "Are you sure, little one?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
"If so, together we will take care of you with respect and devotion. As long as our sparks burn bright, you will never know loneliness. Our loyalty will be eternal."
Along with their words, they gently took your hands, kissing each one sweetly. "We are sorry this was not more special for you."
"Although if you want, we could use tonight to make it really special." Ratchet winks at you mischievously, and you feel nervous as you quickly understand.
The little rebellious heat in your belly returns once again.
"Is not it too soon?" Optimus gave the doctor a brief glance before looking at you. "Although if you want to do it, my little one, I am not opposed."
"You are not very discreet, little human, we can smell you. Smell how you felt when you saw us, and smell how you feel now." Ratchet quickly clarified, and you realize that they know you're aroused.
Well, whatever.
"I want tonight to be really special."
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Moaning raggedly as you feel Optimus' spike plow through your insides, you cling to Ratchet's servos.
"Ratchet, slow down." You gasp heatedly, looking at the doctor who controls your movements firmly.
"Does it hurt?"
"No..."
"Then we can continue." You almost feel like you're going to come when he lowers you enough for the Prime's length to press against your sweetest spot.
You surrender, letting Ratchet bounce you on Optimus.
The one beneath you was no better, covering his face between deep sighs and grunts of pleasure. You were soft, warm, and tight, and he could feel his spike tighten like never before between your velvety walls, threatening to empty his transfluid tanks.
He had also begged Ratchet to slow down a little, not wanting to overload so embarrassingly quickly, but there was no case for his request.
Ratchet, without mass displacement, held your hips captive between his digits, squeezing your butt as he lowered you and raised himself onto Optimus.
Just 'a little help' he had offered. His own spike was out, dripping, but he still decided to wait to participate.
He kept the pace steady, fast and somewhat rough, but careful not to hurt you. He liked to feel your skin, warm, soft, and so sensitive, your little valve stretching around Optimus, leaving a trail of wetness along its entire length and pelvic plate.
A beautiful sight.
"Ratchet..." You gasp, and he knows you're about to come, so he picks up speed, crushing you against Optimus as he rubs your clitoris.
He made sure to save your moan in his processor when, trembling, you overload at the same time as Optimus.
He finally releases you, letting you rest on the leader's chest while he goes to find something to clean you up.
Optimus gently stroked your hair, looking dizzy. His spike was somewhat sensitive, swollen inside you. "Did you feel good, sweet spark?"
You like the nickname. "Yes... I liked it a lot."
"Do you think you can handle another round?"
You growl softly, rubbing your face against his abdomen. "No."
Optimus smiled a little. "Then I guess Ratchet will have to wait," he murmured, gently setting you aside to return to his original size, which is kind of cool, like an impossible puzzle.
"Optimus..." you complain.
"Calm down, little lady, I can not leave the berth like this."
"And you need to be cleaned up," Ratchet added, entering the room with some wet wipes and clothes he probably raided from your room.
You sigh, but let them take you aside and take care of you.
When they leave you in bed, fresh, clean, and loved, you don't hesitate to fall asleep.
Optimus and Ratchet tenderly covered you with a blanket, smiling.
"Looks like you did not get a chance tonight," Optimus pointed out, looking at his hard spike. "Want some help?"
Ratchet hummed, feeling Optimus's servos grab his spike.
I should hav chosen an image from t movie, but this one is just perfect. Btw, I changed the events so that op had time to see reader :} script magic, no questions. Ah, the meaning of the song may not be too in line with this, don't pay attention to it.
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"I do not want you going back to that drive-in theater."
With one last sentence from Optimus, Bumblebee could only resign himself to lowering his helmet in disappointment, letting out a low beep.
Optimus didn't look back at him, his optics fixed on the horizon.
He... He is a hypocrite.
And he could not help but feel bad.
Driving down the long road to the outskirts of town, the thought would not leave his mind and tormented him. It is wrong. He should not trust humans.
They are not allies.
They are not friends.
Optimus is on a foreign planet, a stranger, where he can only trust his own kind.
He should only trust his own kind.
And yet...
When he arrives at your home, when the shadow of his chassis darkens the street, and he sees your small figure waiting for him, so fragile, so ephemeral and stubbornly real, the thought is painful.
He approaches, and your name comes from his lips with a sweetness that contradicts his very essence, like a soft, honeyed, melancholy call.
It feels like saying a forbidden word.
As if by saying it, he had already sealed his fate.
"I missed you."
He cannot tell which of the two is saying it as his servo gently touches your face, running over your delicate skin almost sadly.
You are here, and you contradict everything that makes up his ideology about humans because you are... you.
You are the obstacle, the exception, the disaster that is ruining his entire plan.
And at the same time, you are the purest happiness he has felt in millennia of a war that was just beginning.
Perhaps he is not worthy of being a Prime.
Perhaps he never was.
Perhaps he is not even worthy of being with you.
But here you are, under the light of the same stars he had seen seven years ago, more beautiful than the last time, more unattainable, more inevitable.
"I have to leave you."
He does not realize that your hands were holding him until your grip desperately clings to his wrists. You do not scream, you do not fight, but he can see your eyes welling up, fixed on him.
"Why?"
"I do not want to put you in danger."
"I'm not in danger with you."
Your tears glisten in the moonlight as they fall down your cheeks, and that hurts me more than any injury in battle.
"You are. We are different, you do not belong to what I am, and I do not belong to what you are."
"I love you, and you love me. Nothing else is supposed to matter."
His spark burns with guilt, and yet he forces himself to break his hold on you.
"You can't leave me, Optimus." Your voice breaks and your hands hold him with trembling desperation. "Please, I beg you."
He has to reset his vocalizer before speaking again, feeling his resolve weakening. "I... I love you too."
He is sincere, too sincere, so much so that it hurts. Perhaps this is the last time he will see you, the last time he will set foot in your home, the last time on Earth...
Returning to Cybertron should be a relief. It has been his sole purpose, his burden, his obsession for the past few years.
But...
Now it feels like a sentence.
"I love you, little one, but it's time for me to go."
"Optimus, please, no. Please, no. I beg you." Your voice barely holds up, your breathing is ragged, and he senses it all: the trembling of your hands, the heaving of your chest, the fear in your eyes. He wants to lock you in his arms and never let you go.
But he can not.
He takes your hands in his with unbearable longing, and without saying a word, he gives you one last kiss. Long, silent, and marked by the cruelest farewell he has ever experienced.
Neither of you wants to let go when it's over.
"I am sorry, my little one, I hope you forgive me."
"Optimus, no...!" Your fingers cling to his servo, but he is stronger than you and you only manage to fall backwards when the small gear you were holding onto comes loose.
You sit up in despair, but Optimus transforms more quickly, giving you one last, distant "I love you."
His spark breaks with regret as he leaves you there, and it takes only a few minutes before your figure becomes indistinguishable in the darkness of the night at the speed he is going.
He can feel a few stubborn drops of oil spilling from his hidden optics, and he decides to ignore them.
You will be better off without him.
And he will be gone soon, back to Cybertron.
It still hurts, and deep down in his spark, there's a small, wrong desire to stay.
Clenching your teeth so hard they bleed, you stare at the horizon where Optimus disappeared at full speed.
Then you look down at the small gear you picked up from the ground, the only remnant of him in your hands.
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