Hello friend, hope you’re well, is there any chance I can be directed to a request boundaries/ request guide for you? If you are taking writing requests that is.
hi !! i hope you're doing good too ur too nice hehe
i don't have a boundaries page yet, and im not sure if i plan on making one since this is more of a casual writing account.
i dont mind writing small drabbles (500-1000 words maybe) for requests but probs no full fics
id say just share any ideas you have and if im not comfortable or interested itll just stay in my inbox :3 but id love to hear any thoughts you have <333
Description: Just a “short” little drabble about Optimus accidentally triggering his more… organic characteristics.
Contents: Female Reader, Size Kink, Mentions of Masturbation, Heat/Rut Dynamics (kinda), No Prep (lol), Use of “Little One”, Breeding Kink (kinda)
Word Count: 3327
Author’s Note: Uhhhhh yeah, I don’t know the exact details of the mechanics of this story… The main idea is that he gets affected by an ancient Cybertronian artifact and it makes him go all primal. Also please pretend that he can fit inside a garage (and you). I hope you enjoy my silly little thoughts, even though my writing skills are a bit rusty, and check out @/raspberrighost’s artworks for the size scaling I had in mind (they’re beautiful).
“It has been… torturous. I feel akin to a beast in heat. I am not used to these feelings of carnal desire; these unending lecherous fantasies that plague my processor.”
“Whatever you think you need to get through this, I’ll provide it. I told you I would always be on your side, Optimus. And I didn’t just mean in the war.”
Something’s going on with Optimus.
Ironhide and Ratchet wouldn’t tell you what it was - only that he was a little under the weather, that he needed some time to be fixed up, and that you needed to leave him alone. They instructed you to leave him alone in the garage where he’s been cooped up, and that no matter what: never go inside.
The two inexplicably left together the next day, on the hunt for something to “reverse the effects before they got worse”. Whatever that meant. It certainly didn’t appease your worries in the slightest.
You tried being patient, you tried to follow instructions. You tried to ignore the deep grunts and low rumbles and the unending hum of machinery that you could hear even inside the house.
But by the seventh day, you were fed up and out of your mind with concern.
You lingered outside the locked garage, trying to beg your way inside.
“I’m not opening the door.” He growls out, voice strained. “Leave.”
“Optimus…” You start. He can visualize your pout, and it makes him groan. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, I’m worried.”
His voice is tense as he grunts out your name. After a long silence, he continues with a little more gentleness. His demeanour softens as he lets out a sigh. "I know you missed me, little one, but I'm fine. Please, I need you to leave."
"I don't believe that. Just once, I want to see you once." You mumble sweetly, he can hear the upset in your tone, and it makes him weak.
There's another moment of silence as he speaks up again.
"I don't want you to see me like this." He seems to hesitate before saying, "Just go. Please." You can hear his breaths come out in deep sighs, his mechanics whirring on overdrive, and… something else? Something… slick in the background.
“Optimus?” You mutter again. “C’mon, don’t do this. Just let me in.”
"Don’t. Don't say my name like that." A growl. A few pants. There's a hint of desperation and pleading in his words this time. "I’m fine. Just listen to me. I need you to leave. Now."
You really don’t like how constrained he sounds. What was going on?
"You don't sound okay. Please," You whisper, voice soft and pleading, "let me in.”
“I- for Primus’s sake.” He huffs out.
The clanking of metal. The churn of his gears. Footsteps. The lock clicking.
Your heart begins to race as you realize you were finally going to get to see him again.
The metal divider folds up, and his hulking frame looms over you.
You take a quick assessment.
He’s a little more bulky than you remember, his figure wracked with heaving breaths, the metal of his plates glinting. Glinting? With what? Autobots don’t sweat. They also usually don’t have a…
You gulp, eyes trained on the area between his tibulen, where a leaking shaft now resided.
A growl rumbles in his throat before he wraps his digits around your waist, trying his best to be gentle despite his condition. Your figure was so different than his own, the soft curves of your body completely opposite to his hard angles. The feeling of your delicate frame in his hand makes another wave of arousal wash over him. He lifts you up close to his face as he closes the garage door again, and you’re flooded in darkness as he slumps on the ground.
There's something strangely... exhilarating about being treated like this by him.
His servo releases its grip on you, flattening out for you to sit on, and you quickly settle in his palm. Your concern for him takes over your attention once more. You reach up to touch the cold, smooth metal of his cheek plate, caressing him gently with your thumbs.
"What’s going on?"
A shiver runs down his spine as your touch causes him to let out a low rumble. Your sweet voice and scent surround his senses, and it fills his processor with filthy, inappropriate thoughts of you wrecked underneath him.
"I told you to stay away..."
"Well, I'm here anyways," You whisper gently, refusing to let his gruff demeanour scare you away. "I want to help."
Optimus’s next words are laboured as he leans back against the wall, trying his best to control his urges while keeping you cradled in his hand.
"There’s nothing you can do.”
“Then at least tell me what’s happening. I’m worried.”
“We found a cube… Its origins are from Cybertron, although we don’t know how it managed to land on Earth yet.” Each word reverberates around you, his baritone deep enough to make your very core tremble. “Ratchet hypothesized that it could upgrade us… that it could imbue us with Cybertron’s energy, and help us in the war.”
“But..?”
“But… all it did was change my form… change me.”
You dare to look down, taking in the large mechanical rod, leaking lubricant with every pulse.
“Is that why…?”
“Yes.” He growls out. “It has been… torturous. I feel akin to a beast in heat. I am not used to these feelings of carnal desire; these unending lecherous fantasies that plague my processor.”
An unusual heat simmers in his fuel lines, his cables, his entire frame. His vents are working overtime trying to cool him down while he imagines the things he could do to you, the ways he could take you.
“It is not ideal for you to remain here much longer. I fear my self-control is withering.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone, Optimus. I don’t want you to suffer.” You earnestly protest, flashing him the most pleading expression that you could muster up as you sat up on your knees, eyes wide and doey.
“I am suffering more now than I have all week. You are tempting me to be uncouth.” The disdain he tries to imply is lost between the obvious need that rolls off his glossa.
His optics scan over you, taking in the way you’re sitting so prettily in his servo, so damn small. His brain module is already imagining the size difference in intimate moments, how he could so easily overpower you, have you at his mercy.
But, no. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you.
With all the strength he can muster, he lowers his hand, placing you back onto the ground.
“Leave, little one.”
You’re not so easily deterred.
With a bit of effort, you manage to climb up onto one of his tibulen, seating yourself on the smooth metal plate.
Optimus makes no move to stop you, only watching with rough breaths, his vocalizer filling the space with static.
His servos move with a processor of their own once you settle, shaking from the effort of holding back as they come to rest on your thighs. As large and powerful as they have the capability of being, they are surprisingly gentle as they knead your softness, his thumb even going so far as to push up the hem of your shirt.
“You humans are so stubborn…” He scolds, but his shaky tone betrays him once again.
He can feel the warmth of your skin against his sensors, his rod twitching again as another wave of lust short-circuits him.
His sensibilities are fading alarmingly fast, his hands fully slipping under your shirt to cup your waist – skin to steel. The feeling of your body under his touch is making his systems go haywire, and Primus, he needs more.
His optics darken, focusing on you, and he easily shifts you to properly straddle his thigh.
He completely dwarfs you, surrounds you, bod wracked with heaves as his vents try to counteract the pure heat radiating from his spark.
“Whatever you think you need to get through this, I’ll provide it. I told you I would always be on your side, Optimus. And I didn’t just mean in the war.” Your voice is soft as you offer yourself up to him, trying your best to sound just the right amount of sweet and alluring.
As generous as you’re being, it’s not without any selfishness of your own.
You had long harboured feelings for the Autobot. His compassion, his wisdom, his strength, his size – all of it had made your knees buckle and your core burn hot since the first encounter. Many nights you had stayed up late, hand sliding beneath your soaking panties as you imagined him above you; imagined his voice rumbling through your frame as he folded you in half, pleasing you. Ruining you.
It was a fantasy you had accepted would never come to be. Optimus was too busy with the war, too sensible to get involved with a human, and he didn’t have the right parts, anyway. Except, now he did.
And Primus, was it the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
Sturdy and metallic, shiny and sleek. And so, so thick. It looked like it was made to stretch you out, to nudge at your cervix and press against every spot imaginable in your tiny little cunt. You could already imagine him struggling to slide it in, although with the amount of fluid leaking from the slit, it might not even be a struggle at all.
“Are you truly not intimidated by the implication of your proposition?” His deep voice lumbers, his grip on your hips tightening every so slightly, as if a warning.
He was so much bigger – stronger than you in every way imaginable – but instead of being afraid, you just shook your head, hands boldly reaching for the hem of your shirt and tugging it off. You know he would never hurt you, even with the heat in his spark and the lust in his cables, you trusted him completely.
His optics went wide at your sudden toplessness, his processor freezing at the sight of your soft chest, now exposed. There’s a burning sensation in his chassis, his spark flaring in his chest as his reservations completely deplete.
His shaft begins to ache in a way he’s never experienced before, the sensors that reside there so desperate for friction that his hips involuntarily rut up into the air, shifting his thigh under you. You squeak at the sudden movement, your own thighs clamping around him to stabilize yourself, and you moan as your core slides against his plate.
He groans, his modulator letting out a thundering baritone sound as he lifts you by your hips, setting you down on the garage floor and following your form. He climbs over you, completely covering your body with his, hovering over you on his knee guards.
“You are so…” His vernacular escapes him, the image of you under him – cheeks darkened, eyes blown, and tits out – is the only thing in his helm.
He doesn’t know if he wants to call you foolish or ravishing.
“I’d do anything for you, Optimus.” You declared, the adrenaline and desire pumping through your veins giving you an audacity that you didn’t know you possessed. “You should know that.”
“What is it that is making you say such things? Loyalty?” He questions in a grumble, his servos pinching at your bottoms, wondering if he should just rip them off. But despite how unnaturally turned on he is at the moment, he won’t take advantage of your strange, unwavering devotion to him.
“I just… want you. And I know you want me too, even if it’s just until this passes. You can use me.”
His spark flares in his chest so hard he fears it might burn out at your audacious words.
“Primus.” He growls, actually growls, like some type of heat-crazed animal.
He doesn’t need any more encouragement, his digits pulling at your pants, the flimsy fabric giving way easily to his strength until your underwear is revealed to him. His optics darken at the noticeable wet patch in the cotton, his processor blanks, and his rod drips out even more lubricant.
The tip of his finger prods at your covered folds, dragging over your puffy clit and nudging at your twitching entrance as he watches with rapt attention.
You squirm from the sensation, way more worked up than you wanted to let out, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper as your hips chase his touch.
“Stay still.” Optimus commands, his other servo moving to hold you in place, large enough to cup both your waist and thigh.
His finger slips underneath your underwear, and you let out the most pornographic moan of your life when he actually presses against your sensitive bud, circling and rubbing.
“Op–Optimus…” You mewled out, knees bending and shifting as you tried to cope with the blissful sensations he was blessing you with.
His finger hooks around the seat of your panties, tugging them down your legs and off your ankles until you’re completely bare under him, trembling and needy.
"I have never felt desire this powerful until I met you." He states, his voice rough with need as his optics scan you. “Do not think it is just your body I am wanting.”
He's still being gentle, hyper-aware of the power he holds over you, the potential to accidentally hurt you. But the lust coursing through him is making it harder and harder to hold back.
“Tell me… how is it that humans copulate?” He questions in a low rasp. He wants to do this right, even if, for some reason, his instincts are telling him to just force his shaft inside your tiny body and mount you until you’re bred.
“I– there isn’t exactly a specific way… Just do what you want.”
“What I want? What I want is to have you wrapped around my rod as I claim your body as mine.” He confesses, still hovering over you, pushing your knees up to your chest and watching your fluttering hole drool with anticipation.
You gulp. It’s sort of hitting you now just how large he actually is, wondering if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew – more than you can manage to take.
Both of his servos hook underneath your knees, holding your thighs down, keeping you folded in half for him.
Holy shit. This is actually happening.
You let out a pathetic whimper when his cock slides across your puffy little cunt, the metal shaft nestled between your folds and resting on your twitching clit.
You’re so tiny and delicate beneath him, and the primal urges he’s been fighting all week ultimately winning the battle against his decorum. His systems burn hot at the thought of it – fucking into that tight little hole of yours until he's spilling deep inside of you, leaving his mark where no one else will ever know again.
His hips rock forward, slit leaking lubricant that gets spread all over your pretty pussy, his voicebox letting out static and groans that reverberate in the garage.
His helm tips back with a low, ragged moan. His optics temporarily go offline, his entire body shuddering with relief and ecstasy as he finally feels the friction he’s been needing, sensors overloading his capacities.
“Oh my God– Optimus…” You weakly call out, feeling his rod cant against you, your insides clenching around nothing.
Your breath catches when you feel the head of his shaft catch on your entrance, almost slipping inside.
“W-wait– what about prep?”
“Prep?” He repeats in a grumble, his hips continuing to move.
Your lips part to explain the concept of foreplay to him, but it’s too late. A squeal escapes you as he pushes into your velvety walls, your cunt clenching around the unexpected intrusion. It’s only the tip, but Primus you’re already being so stretched.
“Optimus–” You squeak out, all words escaping your diction as you try to breathe through the stinging. “W-wait,”
The Autobot immediately stills, optics scanning your face and recognizing discomfort. He can feel the way your body tenses beneath him, your tightness clamping down on his rod.
“Sorry, little one.” He apologizes, voice rough but still soft-spoken. One of his servos moves, heading between your thighs so that the pad of his thumb digit can rub against your twitching clit – he thinks he saw something on the internet once that it would help. His other fingers curl around your backside, providing you with stability as he lifts your hips up just slightly.
Immediately, you mewl, walls fluttering again as your hips wriggle from the pleasure. Optimus deliberately leaks more lubrication directly into your hole, trying to make the glide easier.
“May I try again, now?” He asks for permission, still gently toying with your twitching bud.
“Mm… Mhm…” You nodded, now only capable of making whiny noises. You’re already so wrecked, and he hasn’t even truly begun.
He pulls back slightly, then lets out a low groan as he pushes forward again, this time sinking deeper into your silky depths. He repeats the motion, staying patient and clement until he’s fully sheathed inside, his crotch pressed to yours.
You’re still pulsing around him, a mixture of your slick and his fluid dripping around his shaft and down your ass.
God, you’re so full. It’s incomprehensible. You can feel him in your lungs, nestled so deep inside that there’s no part of your pussy his cock isn’t pressed against. It’s hard to breathe, to think, to do anything but savour the way he’s found home and heaven in your cunt.
You’re so tight, so warm, and so perfect around him. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. He continues to let your body adjust to him, trying to keep his focus on soothing you with his thumb instead of ravaging you.
Once you relax a bit, you whisper out a quiet “okay”, knowing that his audials would pick up on your meek assent without an issue.
He gives a slow roll of his hips just to feel how perfectly you take every inch of him; groaning softly when those sweet walls clench down on his shaft like they never want to let go again.
“You feel so good around me, little one.” His voicebox crackles out, and it takes every single ounce of power he has to not slam himself into your tiny frame.
He’s desperate to have more of you, to just keep you under him, to just keep you close as he fucks you with the restraint of a saint.
He can feel the way your body just trembles against him, the way you tighten around him as he moves, his shaft dragging against your walls every time he pulls out just to slide back in.
His processors feel like they’re fraying. He can barely think straight, not when he's buried inside of you, allowing that burning ecstasy to overtake his systems. The only thing he can feel is the heat of your body, the hot pressure of your walls around him.
His thrusts start to get slightly faster; lewd, wet sounds ringing out as he makes your pussy gush. He wants to keep this good for you, but there’s an indescribable, all-consuming need deep in his core that tells him to keep going until he properly claims you.
You’re letting out babbled moans and shaky whines, caught off guard with the new pace, but you’re too weak to do anything but take what he gives you. You wouldn’t protest anyway. Not when it feels this good. Not when you’re the one who offered yourself up to him.
You’re so undeniably ruined, stuffed to the brim, all twitches and whimpers as he replaces any thoughts in your head with fuzz.
He can’t wait to have you full of his completion, his seed. He can’t wait to see if it’ll take. He can’t wait to keep you all to himself.
He hopes he can retain this form forever, so there’s not another day he has to go without experiencing the primal bliss of your body underneath his.
i hope you guys enjoyed!! this was just meant to be a drabble but i got wayyyy too into it lol.
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