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@seraphimaa
✧ INTRO POST ✧
✦ About Me
Hey! I’m seraph, reviving this old dusty cellar. Sorry for disappearing, I was held hostage by a horse.
• Age: 26
• Pronouns: She/Her
• I mainly do: imagines, one shots, scenarios, shitty art, or general obsessive brainrot
• Beaten senseless with the tism stick at birth. My hyper fixations are the waves and I don’t have a surfboard
‼️DNI if you are are under 18‼️
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AAAAH I just wanted to say how much I love reading your human pet AU. I love the trope of humans just being looked at as nothing more than a stray cat by the cybertronians. Do you think you'd write more for the pet au? 👀 When i read your Sideswipe fic I couldnt stop laughing thinking of reader just being like -
Just accepting this big mechanical being wants to do some heavy petting
Cackling fr fr. I mean ngl I can’t even blame them because real shit 💀sorry it took me forever to reply to this. I actually typed this out so many times but kept forgetting to save the drafts because I’m dumb so tumblr kept eating them. This happened a sickening amount of times and I only have myself to blame. Victim of the day is Hound.
Hound x reader pet AU - internet Famous
Warnings: vomiting in the first part for my emetophobia besties. Some valveplug content.
General
- he adopts a human because he’s a good guy like that. Immediately becomes infatuated with the weird fleshy thing and its home planet. Most of the information out there is questionable at best but I won’t tell him if you don’t
- such a doting, soft guy. Loves his little squish and would do anything for them. Absolutely refuses to use any cage or terrarium as he thinks free roaming is the only way to go.
- Starts a vlog channel to show off his fleshling and provide educational content about them to prove how cool they are to others. It starts as a tiny channel only followed by his friends (Tailgate, Bee, and begrudgingly Ironhide) after he annoys them enough to do so.
- Each video is recorded while he narrates their behaviours and explains about their species. Typically in the soft David Attenborough style whisper as to not startle them or influence their actions. When he gets too excited and into it, it turns into a Steve Irwin style excited rambling.
- The channel eventually blows up after one particular video gets elevated to meme status on the cybertronian web. He unintentionally becomes pseudo famous the more he posts, people loving to turn his content into memes and shitposts. He doesn’t know how he feels about it, initially feeling like he’s being made fun of. Trailbreaker convinces him that people just enjoy his posts and not worry too much about it. He should just enjoy it. He learns to, embracing it after a while. He’s still providing educational content and people are watching and learning about humans through it so let them have their fun.
The first video to blow up and gain attention:
- Hound takes you out in his alt mode for ‘enrichment’. He’s speeding through Iacon’s wilderness, hitting every bump and pothole. The camera is trained on you sitting in his drivers seat, white knuckling his interior, nails digging into his door and seat.
- “See how they dig their little claws into my interior? That stems from their social nature as deeply bonded back animals. They’re holding onto me to designate me as part of their pack. Isn’t that just the cutest?”
- His voice is proud and adoring. The camera zooms in on their pale face, growing more sickly green with each passing second. They’re staring intently out the windows, trying to keep down the rising bile with each sharp turn and jolt.
- “Did you guys know that humans come from a class 12 death planet? The environment and fauna are so hostile that it’s nothing short of a miracle these tiny little dudes can survive it. Evolutionary perfection! I wonder what this little one is thinking of our own wilderness? See how they scan vigilantly for any threats around? Oh boy!-“
- the next words are interrupted with silence as they projectile vomit all over themselves and the dash. He rolls to a stop, stunned, as they claw at the door handle, trying to stop the next wave. They inevitably hose his wheel and dash again before the footage cuts
- The part 2 is Hound scrubbing a sulking human who looks very sorry for itself, sitting in a dish of water.
- “So I looked it up on the way home and apparently some Earth creatures regurgitate their tank content in order to feed their young and close ones. Isn’t that interesting? Perhaps my little human thought I looked hungry, or maybe they were trying to provide sustenance for their pack. Thanks little fella, I appreciate the thoughtfulness.”
- the video circulates, going viral at lightspeed. The comments are immediately flooded with shitposts and memes.
- The clip of his excited “oh boy!” is clipped over and commented under any videos of something unexpectedly gross and bad happening.
- After the follow up, a trend starts where bots will comment things like “average Hound dinner” or “Succulent human cuisine” under any videos/images of gross things like waste, bodily fluids, or filth.
Another gem that makes it rounds:
- His human has taken his polishing rag (it’s warm and smells like him) and doesn’t want to give it back to be washed. Queue hound filming as they run around his suite like a gremlin shouting up at him looking grumpy (again).
- He is so cautious of stepping on them with them being so tiny that he’s carefully tiptoeing around after them at a snails pace.
- “It seems the human has claimed this cloth as their own. Humans, by nature, like to hoard and are territorial so I need to approach this with extreme caution to safeguard the our pack bond. One wrong step could spell disaster.”
- despite the effort they’re making to escape him, with the size difference, he’s easily able to keep up with slow ballerina steps. He could easily catch them but is trying to avoid hurting them or breaking their trust by just snatching them up.
- “Observe my carefully practiced herding techniques. Any minute now, my little companion will be outwitted and I will have retrieved their treasure.”
- the video ends up being 8 parts of the same thing. The human is growing sweatier and less agitated as they lose their energy. In the 9th part, it’s changed to Hound laying on his chassis, digits holding one end of the cloth while the human pouts, leaning their entire weight to tug on the opposite end. His other servo comes into view waving a nutrient bar at them before sliding across the floor to their feet.
- “As you can see, the human is unwilling to give up their claim without an adequate offering in return. I am attempting to bargain with them through the offer of nutritional replacement of equal value.”
- the camera is smacked towards the ceiling as the human lets go with one hand to pick it up, lobbing it at his helm and missing.
- “Oh boy! What an impressive display of dominance. It seems my exchange has been declined and I must proceed with caution, lest they become hostile.”
- The next clip shows their human smug and happy, sitting on a mountain of new rags, munching on treats they’re digging out of the bag, the same size as them at their feet. Some toys and tools are piled around for good measure.
- “and finally, the exchanging of goods ritual has been a success. My human drives a hard bargain, but the key to any heated human interaction is to offer submission, and a calm steady presence. Eventually they’ll always come around. See, no need for raised voices or grabby servos here.”
- Yet again it’s an internet gold mine. The video is reposted so many times, some with intense chase music and some with pre existing sounds like the already memed clip of Optimus Prime rallying his troops to “give chase to the enemy. No matter for fast they go or hard they fight know we will be victorious!”
- Many bots recreate the first clip, filming down at their friends to make them look smaller as they look back up at the camera acting frantic while miming running at full tilt then it clips to the other friend from a low angle to exaggerate their size as they dance and tip-toe around.
- “I must proceed with caution lest they become hostile” becomes another loved clip to overlay on other videos.
- the comments are yet again a goldmine.
The most recent posts from his channel:
- Hound is ducked behind some storage crates (he keeps telling himself he’ll unpack them), filming over the top as his human grinds on one of his buffing cloths rolled up between their legs on top of his berth.
- “How fascinating to observe. The human has selected a scented item for comfort and self soothing. This is a rarely witnessed private ritual that humans rarely allow others to observe but it is a perfectly natural part of their evolutionary drive. Here the human interfaces with a soft item which smells of their pack in hopes of producing an offspring.” He stage whispers to stay hidden. Their human turns to frown in his direction, their movements freezing.
- “Ah. We’ve been spotted. The human is now pausing to assess for danger, usually at their most vulnerable when mating back on their planet.”
- The human keeps staring at his optics blinking over the crates, returning to their activities, deciding they care more about finishing than being embarrassed right now. Privacy was a distant memory these days anyway.
- “wow. What an honour. The human is displaying their level of trust in me, trusting me to keep watch for danger while they continue their business, as they would trust their own in the wilds. I shall return their faith by playing the role of protector and maintaining a vigilant observation of their sorroundings.”
- He makes a dramatic show of crawling around the room and looking around, searching under boxes and scanning the surroundings before giving them a thumbs up. They awkwardly blink back at him before returning the gesture. He is filled with glee and can’t help himself as he comes to the bed, standing over his human with a soft smile, petting their head with a digit. The human clearly takes this as an invitation. They’re looking up at him as they lean toward and poke his interface panel. They know what’s in there, had spied on him touching himself at night and they want to see.
“Wow. Oh boy. They seem to be seeking me as a mate. Perhaps an unfortunate consequence of being removed from their natural habitat. I must approach this delicately. They are built to be very sensitive to social rejection”
- he goes rigid when they place their hands on the seam and begin to tug, trying to pry the plates open. Mortified when the plates apparently are quite happy to begin opening and he’s trying not to think about it while his own hands are pushing against them to keep them shut.
“Wow. Oh boy. Geez. Humans sure are strong, guys. They’re managing to force open my panels completely against my will. Impressive and terrifying all at once.”
- The words are flustered and strained and he doesn’t acknowledge the voice crack as his panels push against his straining hands. 100% sure he’s playing it off convincingly. The human lets out a pleased sound, arm diving through the widening crack before them and Hound lets out a yelp, cutting the camera.
- The follow up is Hound explaining that he did some research and human interfacing is actually just a form of pack bonding. It’s a very important part of socialisation and often practiced freely and casually between fertile humans. There’s no reason he’s explaining this. Just sharing his knowledge. Responds to a comment asking why he felt the need to explain this after the last video with a defensive rant that he is simply educating other mechs and he will not stand for any further implications or accusations. Angry Hound is activated, calling everyone degenerates and demanding they respect his humans dignity and understand his content as a documentation of their instincts and behaviours. Doesn’t realise until after posting that his little guy is humping away on his ped in view.
- “I will not stand for any further implications!” Becomes a trending sound.
- “Wow. Oh boy. Geez” becomes just as popular and is used for any videos of people being caught in compromising or embarrassing situations
- New meme trend is bots filming themselves army crawling and rolling around on the floor “protecting” their confused human pets
- The response anyone has now when being judged for their sexual activity is simply “hands strong. Panels weak.”
Bonus:
- Bee, Sides, Rod, and Blurr are big fans. Partake in every trend and active in all the comments. Living for the memes.
- Trailbreaker is just happy his buddy is happy. Hound is desperately trying to convince him to get his own human so they can collab. He’s convinced that’s a terrible idea.
- Ironhide would say the videos are stupid but he sits at night watching every single one. He’s secretly addicted. He doesn’t know why
- Hound’s ideas a of enrichment is all done in the best of heart but are questionable at best. After learning humans are predators and distance hunters, he tries to recreate their hunting drive by driving them into the middle of nowhere and (gently) kicking them out of his alt mode. He rolls just in front, far enough they can’t reach the door handle to climb back in and are forced to chase him around. If they cry or get too angry he’ll fold and let them back in.
Steeljaw: (Name), you'll be working with fracture and thunderhoof.
(Name): Alright! My fantasy threesome!
Everyone else: *blank stares*
(Name): ... Of bots in a team.
every day I wake up and it's like, wow what a strange time to be alive. anyways gotta go to work
i wanted to make a wario of drift called grift but realized thats just rodimus cosplaying drift
//edit: more grift here
my first drawings of 2025
edit: my last drawing of 2025
Something something you eat out/suck off your bot for the first time and it tastes like chemicals. Expected. It smells suspiciously like the cherry scented windscreen wash you filled them up with last week. Unexpected.
You try not to think about it next time you need to clean your view while driving in them.
You do and it has you shuffling in your seat, trying to concentrate on the road.
Manifesting this with my faves. Hold on guys gotta pop the hood and top up my boyfriend’s jizz juice.
When they notice…
Knock Out would absolutely tease you, asking if something is the matter in that purr of his.
Bee would be so flustered, begging to Primus you don’t mention it.
Rod would be snickering like a little shit, suggesting you should both go for mango ‘flavoured’ next time.
Sides would be so cocky, asking if it’s making you feel thirsty watching it.
Sunny would tell you to shut up and watch the road, unless you plan to lick him clean instead.
Hound almost runs you both into a ditch when he picks up on what you’re thinking about, rambling nervously to distract you both with anything else.
Writing your silly little fanfiction and posting it without proof reading because you’re stupid and it can’t be that bad.
Rereading your posted silly little fanfiction and realising you’re practically illiterate and none of this shit makes any sense and everyone should pelt you with garbage and boo and launch you off the planet
Sideswipe/F!Reader/Sunstreaker
End of the Road - chapter 4
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Paint me like one of your French lambos. Honking and flashing ensues.
girl help they're taking my fave's extremely thin veneer of swaggering overconfidence at face value
End of the Road - Chapter 3
Sideswipe/reader/sunstreaker
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
He said he’s see you around. It’s around time. Who knew having your personal spots invaded could be a good thing?
your writing scratches such a phenomenal itch in my brain omg . throws all my hypothetical money at you . can i please request some drift x human reader , maybe reader is reading the kama sutra and drift takes it off them mistaking it for a spiritual text and instead gets an eyeful of illustrated sex positions ... or something like that !! big fan love your writing !! no worries if this prompt doesnt spark joy , please have a great week :D
Drift x f!Reader
Studying a gag gift you never threw out helps you both reach new spiritual heights
Tysm! 🥹 you’re too kind. I shall spend it all on hypothetical goodies I don’t need.
Definitely don’t know what happened to this one. The voices guided me and they’re never right. Hope you like it anyway. If not I’ll give you a hypothetical refund xD
“A religious text? A spiritual guide?” He’s brushing a servo over the cover of the book plucked from your shelf.
You know you should be an adult. Tell him to put it down. He’s good.
“Oh, that? Yeah. Really sacred.” It wasn’t. It was a gag gift from old friends. You smiled remembering the way they cackled when you’d opened it at the Christmas party. You’d asked for a self help book and apparently after complaining enough about your boring sex life with your ex, they’d decided this was all the help you needed.
He hums, clutching it like something precious. “Ah. I did not know you were interested seeking personal enlightenment.”
You fight a snort, pretending to clear your throat. “Yup. That’s me. There’s a real ecstasy in reaching new spiritual heights.”
Drift gives you a surprised look, nodding in complete agreement, as if finding a new respect for you. You are a terrible person.
“Wow I am very impressed. And this has helped you?” Nope. It had become a coaster for all the wine you sobbed into after the inevitable breakup, then had gathered dust on the back of a shelf. Why did you even still have it?
You laugh, rubbing the back of your neck. “Oh. No. I’ve never actually read it. It’s a partner based discipline. You can’t practice it alone”
His plates bristle, door wings flaring. “And you’ve never had anyone to follow it with you?”
When you shake your head he is full of pity. “Well may I read it? I could study up on it and we could practice it together?”
Say no. You should say no. You’re the worst person in the universe. “Sure, Drift. Study up. I’m sure you’ll feel very enlightened.”
It’s 3 days later that you find yourself in Swerves. The alcohol he’s managed to procure was close enough in colour and taste to a Merlot to drink but with an acidic enough aftertaste to remind you a Merlot it was definitely not. You sat it at a corner table, small to accommodate your size, scrolling on your datapad, definitely not reading heinous smut in public spaces.
you had almost forgotten about your encounter with drift entirely. It was hard to make friends on an alien vessel, and it didn’t help that you are who you are as a person. Didn’t mean to be this way but you can’t help it. You just don’t know how to be vulnerable or embarrassed and so you cope with bad jokes and deflection and let it haunt you while you cringe in bed at night.
Drift was a good person. The best. He always tried to be kind to you and make you feel involved from the first day you came on the ship. Invited you to mediate every day. You’d gone once and couldn’t cope with the awkward silence. Had to break it every few minutes. He wasn’t even annoyed, just smiled and humoured you. Tagged you in the crew chat with things you thought would be interesting. You never remembered to reply. Gave you a heads up when an activity was being organised. You often bedrotted instead and apologised the next day. You didn’t deserve his patience.
You blink out your wallowing as someone eases themselves to sit across from you. You almost throw yourself onto the table to close the screen.
“I read your guide.” He’s got that gentle, easy smile he always does.
“Oh.” You can’t help yourself. You should die in a fire. “Do you feel enlightened?”
The mech hums, as if searching for words. “Indeed. I have never studied a spiritual text like that before. It contained quite inventive philosophies and flexible practices.”
“Huh.” You don’t know what to say. Drift is too principled, too virtuous to be entertaining your awful attempt at goading. He’s still got that attentive easy smile, you’re sure a complete parallel to your confused gaping.
He’s waiting for you to say something more. “Did you…read all of it?”
“Of course. It was a recommendation from a trusted friend.” You want to crawl under the table until serve sweeps you out with the broom.
“That’s…I. I mean.” He gives you a concerned look.
“Are you alright?” You shake your head then nod.
“So we could start tomorrow? It would be an honour to guide you to the ecstasy of new spiritual heights. That’s how you put it, yes?”
That’s what does it. This will be read out to you when you go to hell. Bad bad bad.
“Drift that was the Kama Sutra. It is and I’m so sorry I made you read it. I thought it would be funny but you believed me and I’m a terrible person and I’ll burn in hell for lying to you. I’m really sorry.” It comes out like one long word and a mech at the bar coughs and you glance over to see Swerve has stopped mid polish of the cup in his hands.
Drifts face doesn’t change. He doesn’t look horrified or angry. He isn’t throwing you out the airlock.
“Hm. I object.”
You shouldn’t be angry. You’re the bad guy in this situation, but what the hell does that even mean. You’re scanning for the best way to slide past him without making a scene and crawl back into your bed and never come out.
You stand, clutching your datapad to your chest and commit to the plan. You hear Drift calling your name and think he’s going to let you get to the crawling like a sad bug part, hoping maybe a stray ped will happen to find you under it. There’s a pair clanking towards you from behind and you pray to something that it’s your lucky day.
It’s not. It’s drift. He’s crouching in front of you to block the way. You glare up at him.
“No. Let me wallow. Stop it. Oppression.” You wail as he lifts you up and carries you. He’s entering his suite and dropping you softly onto the floor, dropping to sit across from you.
You cross your arms, pouting and refusing to look at him. You can’t.
“You’ve really never read it have you? It’s very obvious.” You bristle. What the hell is that supposed to mean?
“You know you’d really benefit from reading it. You should give it a chance. I think you need the wisdom inside. It would loosen you up. help you enjoy yourself more.”
“Excuse me.” Ok. You deserve this. It doesn’t mean it’s not rude. “Are you calling me stale and inflexible?”
He blinks, searching for his words again.
“Hey. I’ll have you know I’m plenty flexible. I can do fun sex stuff with people. I just choose not to. It’s a choice. I happen to like missionary and doggy. They’re fun. I’m fun.”
He frowns. “That’s not where I saw this going.”
You interrupt him. “And you know what Drift, I’m a horrible horrible stink person but you aren’t. Don’t tell me how to have sex. You’re supposed to be the good one here. You should be ashamed, stooping to my level. What are you thinking?”
You’re in the right here. Know it. You’ve accepted you’re just a degenerate asshole but Drift isn’t and it doesn’t suit him.
“Love is necessary to satisfy the mind, ethics to satisfy the conscience, and spiritual seeking for peace of soul.“
You shut up and frown at him. “Huh?”
“You have misunderstood me. I did not intend to cause any offence. I was simply attempting to convey that I can tell you have not read the text as you referred to it as…” you feel yourself die inside as his optics light. “Ah yes. ‘A book for horny degenerates just about sex positions’. I believe that’s how you phrased it, yes?”
“It is.”
He laughs, the sound uncomfortably fond and kind. “How can you say that when you’ve never read it?”
You shrug.
“You understand it was written by a Hindu, that’s one of your Earth religions, philosopher. It is a holistic and spiritual guide to love, affection, and sexuality. A lot of the text teaches about living with and honouring one’s desires and seductive drive. It emphasises the need practice them in a way that reduces harm to themselves and others and promotes a moral and spiritual existence while doing so. It has some beautiful words on the importance of not suppressing your sexual needs or feeling shame around them. Around the harm of forcing abstinence and in turn denying pleasure. Denying yourself.”
The fire is ebbing and you raise an eyebrow. Oh. “To be for real with you, I thought it was just wacko positions to fuck in.”
Drift’s smile is a little strained but nonetheless genuine. “You mean positions that target and stimulate erogenous zones that amplify gratification? Yes it has those too.”
You snort, trying not to blush. Definitely not a conversation you foresaw having with Drift out of your gooning fantasies.
“Wow Drift, you dirty talker. Don’t you know you’re not meant to discuss gratification amplifying erogenous zones until the 3rd date?” He chuckles, shaking his helm.
“Well, how are we to practice it together if I can’t discuss it?” It’s posed casually, like it’s a normal thing to say.
You balk, mouth opening and shutting.
“Huh.”
He’s smiling. He knows exactly what he’s doing. Who is this guy and what did he do with drift? Or maybe you just never had as good of a read on his as you thought you did. You like this drift though. This drift is really hot. Well, hotter than normal. Didn’t know that was possible.
“Is that not what we had agreed? You can back out if you’ve changed your mind.
Your smile is manic and unhinged. You shake your head.
He continues. “Of course some of it is outdated, old script usually is. That doesn’t mean there wasn’t a lot of content I found deeply interesting. A lot to find great wisdom in it I’m eager to trial.” He’s hitting the panel on his arm, plates hissing as he mass shifts.
You can’t remember actually seeing him use it before. Can think of a few times seeing other mechs doing so but never for you. Never like this. He’s smaller, sure, but still so much bigger than you in a way that has your neck tingling with pinkness you’re sure is spreading to your face.
He’s sitting back on his knees, looking at you like waiting for permission.
You lean forward towards him, mustering a grin. “Oh yeah? Like what? I shall be your humble student.”
Thats all the permission he needs and he’s crawling forward, gently pushing you down and you let him, back meeting the floor. You stare up at him, breathing hard and mind racing. God this has to be a dream. You’ve wanted him for so long. Imagined everything late at night with just your hand as a substitute but here he was staring back at you from above.
“a man never succeeds in winning a girl without a great deal of talking.” He looks up, humming. “I feel we speak a lot. I always enjoy our conversations. Do you?”
You just nod, eyes flicking, unable to meet his but unable to look away. “Yeah. I like talking to you.”
He beams, dipping his helm down to meet your head and all you can see are his eyes. Blue blue blue. He shifts, nuzzling at your nape.
“Prohibition arouses desire and suggests stratagems for satisfying it. Could it be that this was your stratagem all along. That you’ve longed for this too? Hoped it would lead to this.” The embarrassment doesn’t rear at his words, drowning in the heat pulsing in your core. You nod again and he rewards your honesty with a nip at your pulse, pulling a whimper as your thighs shift against each other.
His little love bites travel down the centre of your chest, then stomach, and he nuzzles again into the soft flesh between your hips, tilting so his chin rests on it to look at you. You can’t look away from his heated stare, his digits hooked into the band of your pants and underwear.
“Without eroticism, the mind becomes restless and unsatisfied. Do you think we can satisfy each other and find peace together?” The “yes” that leaves you is too breathy and too desperate. Fuck you need this so bad. He nods in agreement, glossa sliding from one hip to the other as he slides down your bottoms and you frantically toe off your shoes and socks to help.
Now bare below the waist, you feel suddenly shy, legs held to hide your drooling core. He notices, servos wrapping gently around your ankles without prying. Just holding you. Letting your hammering heart find its rhythm again.
“You know what my favourite wisdom was? One I think is all too accurate to you?” Nodding again. Please.
“However bashful or angry a woman may be she never disregards a man's kneeling at her feet.” He purrs, gently pulling a leg up to him and you don’t resist. He licks a stripe up your sole. From any normal guy you’d be logging that as ammo later, but you remind yourself they don’t have feet like yours. This is an exploration for him.
Thoughts cut short as he begins to leave wet kisses up your ankle, your thigh, and your panting, whining like a dog when he nips the apex, pulling your other knee to the side. It flops eagerly before you can overthink it and you see his optics flare, glued to the now leaking slit of soft flesh. His thumbs are tugging you apart and the intensity with which he’s studying you has you almost crawling out your skin. He leans close, face almost pressed into you, and vents hard, a groan escaping him and you feel too exposed, too vulnerable as your legs try to shut. He lets them, tilting his helm and moving his optics to your flushed face.
“Kama is the enjoyment of seeing, tasting and smelling, assisted by the mind together with the soul. Please. Can I taste you?”
You fold your arms, head turning to the side. Don’t know how to deal with the genuine softness in his eyes. You nod anyway.
He nuzzles into your thigh again, coaxing you to relax before his nose nudges against your clit, glossa flicking along the side of a sloppy lip, and your head thumps against the floor, thrown back and eyes screwed shut. He uses his thumbs to part you again and you feel him lapping a stripe from ass to clit, swirling it over the sensitive nub that has your legs jerking.
his entire intake is around you, glossa burying deep, devouring you and an animalistic keen is filling the air as your legs clamp hard around his helm, torn between pulling him closer and pushing him away.
He groans against you, the scent and taste of your sex filling every sense. He could drown in you if you let him.
Your first orgasm hits you like a freight train and your legs tense, digging into the finials adorning his head hard enough that you know it’ll bruise. Whole body shuddering with a pathetic chorus of whines, you ride out the last of the peak against his smiling mouth, glossa pulling from your entrance to lap at the juices drooling from you.
you push up to your elbows, panting and shaking. He’s smiling up at you, smug but not cruel. You stare back like a rabbit in headlights.
Hadn’t expected it to feel that good. Didn’t know it could. He’s crawling over you and your mouth falls open without input as he leans his helm back against your own head. He’s also venting fast, mouth still sheen and slick with you. When he leans in, your breath catches as his lips find yours and your tongue seeks his own. You can taste yourself on him, the kiss awkward and clumsy. Feels weird to kiss a mouth so much bigger than your own. With the size of his glossa, it’s filling you and almost brushing your throat. Holy shit.
He pulls away, face finding your neck to vent there, breathing you into him.
“Drift.” You hate the way it falls out of you. He just wants to hear you say his name like that all the time. “Fuck. That was…drift.”
“I’ve envisioned this so many times. I thought I was going mad, losing myself.” His plates hiss and he’s grinding his now exposed spike into the floor right between your legs.
“I needed to know. Thought even just a taste of you would scratch the itch. That you would stop haunting me. Now I know what is true.” You would snort and tell him to shut up if you had a brain but right now, you just try to hook your legs over his frame and pull him closer. He vents hard, face strained and you whimper as his spike nudges against your heat.
“That I think I will finally know what peace feels like melding with you. Two sparks, souls, entwined. One.”
You’re trying to babble a response, little more than “yes” and “please” like a mantra as he sinks forward and his spike meets resistance against your fluttering walls. You’re trying so hard to accommodate him. Accept him in as his tapered head begs for entry.
He grunts, feeling your heat sink around him like a vice and swears his spark is floating somewhere out of him. Your mewls fill his processor and he can’t seem to cool his frame, plating opened wide and vents whirring.
He’s only half way into you when tip meets flesh and he realises even as small as he feels, he’s filling all of you. You’re doing so well, eyes rolled back and back arched to open yourself and he swears he has seen nothing as holy before.
Knows he can’t last lost. Can feel your pulse beating around him. Can feel the flesh of you milking against him. Is too scared to move, a forlorn fear he will be rejected if he dares give up what he’s taken. Can’t stop himself and does it anyway. Pulls out, eyes watching the stretch of you around him and the dew on his now exposed shaft. Sinks in again and lets his helm fall, redirecting it to the space near your shoulder to not crush you under it.
Feels your hands pawing and scrabbling on his nape and back. Lets his hips continue to rise, again and again and bask in the beauty of your body pulling him back in.
He hears you cumming again, trying to announce it to him and unable to string the words together. The way your body bows and tenses, cunt clenching so hard around him he sees stars has him following you to that high place. Let’s himself rest against your womb and give himself to you completely.
You doubt you’re ever going to catch your breath again. You can feel him finally easing out and it leaves an empty void inside of you. Both between your legs and somewhere deeper you don’t want to think about. He’s stroking your face, wiping the tears, and speaking something to you so softly you can’t register over the buzzing in your ears. Feels like you’re floating.
When you eventually try to stand to pull on your pants, you come back to the ground. Your legs, everything, is shaking too much. You refuse to look at him when he immediately comes to your aid, helping you dress.
“I don’t know what to do now.” He hums, giving you a curious look.
“Perhaps I could carry you back to recharge. Resting would be sensible.”
You sigh, playing with a loose seam near your ankle.
“But what about tomorrow? And the next day?” He doesn’t understand what to say to that.
“Now it’s done, you’ve had your ‘taste’, I don’t want things to be weird.” You don’t want to lose him. Don’t want this to have messed up the one connection you have.
“I’m scared when I wake up tomorrow and see you again it’ll all be different.”
He nods, considering your words.
“Everything is in flux. Nothing stays the same forever. I think this could be a nice change.”
You want to cry. Vulnerable and exhausted.
“And you could always sleep here. Then when you wake up it’ll be as it was.” You look at him with too much hope.
“Really?”
He nods, pulling you up to carry you over to his berth. You let your head fall onto his shoulder. When was the last time you’d been carried like this? As a child? It’s nice.
“I really liked that. I really like you.” Hadn’t meant to say the last part out loud. He’s placing you down, crawling up beside you. Curling round you, calm and warm. You let your eyes close.
His digits run through your hair, vents blowing against you and internals humming like the purr of a cat.
“I really like you too. I’d give myself to you. Mind, body, soul. You need only ever ask it of me.” You smile, heart heavy.
“So does that mean you’ll teach me all those kinky positions too?” He laughs.
“Well I am curious to test this flexibility you take such apparent pride in. I’d love nothing more.”
He waits for a response, but when none comes, he realises you’re already gone. He spends a while playing with your hair and watching the rise and fall of your chest before following. Will always follow. His spark wouldn’t allow anything else.
Sideswipe/F!Reader/Sunstreaker
End of the road - chapter 2
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapter 1 on my profile. I’ll find the energy to link the previous chapters to the next here later.
See link for warnings
Another chance meeting and reader continues on the spiral. She’ll be ok. Probably.
Sideswipe/F!Reader/Sunstreaker
End of the Road - Chapter 1
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dropping a link to a fic I’ve started. Poly relationship with the twins and human female reader.
Sloooow burn. Heavy hurt/comfort. Poor reader is autistic, traumatised, burned out and just trying her best.
Synopsis:
Late drives were how you kept it together. They were meant to be quiet and routine. Just you, your car, and the thoughts you don’t know what to do with.
So why are you now revving at a pair of supercars and why are they revving back?
Warnings: past noncon, csa, depressed reader, unhealthy coping mechanisms, eventual valveplug
I like to put songs that give me the vibes at the end and I’ll also include any songs referenced throughout. Every chapter will be named after the respective song. Tysm. Love you. Forehead kisses.
Reader after being kicked out of Soundwave’s compartment in the middle of the night by the cassettes for farting in their sleep
((It’s a broken console screen. It’s crushing their organs. They’re still cold))
Rodimus just loves sharing you. It’s not that he’s a degenerate cuck or anything. He’s just a generous guy and a good captain who knows the value of moral boosting activities. That’s all.
Notices when swerve can’t stop staring and knows it’s the right thing to do, watching you on your back under him as he rambles about how soft and small you are. Don’t worry, he’s right here brushing the hair off your face and nuzzling your neck, licking the sweat off of it.
Drift has always been such a close friend and trusted member of the crew. It’s nice to see him let loose and relax, letting you ride him while he groans, helm hanging back, and Rod’s hands guiding your hips to make you take more and more of his spike with every bounce.
Bee is such a sweet guy. Younger than him and inexperienced. The least Rod can do is let him practice on you, helm buried between your thighs as he nuzzles your hip, eyes fixed on the glossa buried inside of you. Loves the whines you make when he shoves the other mech aside to demonstrate.
Doesn’t see Blurr to often these days. That guys always been too fast for life itself, unable to concentrate or slow down. Watching his old friend fuck you stupid, and slamming into you from behind at a pace that has tears rolling down your cheeks, eyes rolled back, he thinks it’s the most ‘in the zone’ he’s ever seen him since his racing days. The way your tongue hangs out, drool wetting your chin is such a lovely invitation as he crawls in front, slapping himself against it before sinking into your mouth. He doesn’t even need to thrust, smiling down at you and cupping your cheeks with such softness as your slammed forward and pulled back so fast that he knows he won’t last long. It doesn’t matter, neither does blurr and you’re going to be so full of both their fluids by the end.
Didn’t know how to feel about the cocky, red mech the first time he met him. But Sideswipe is just young and enthusiastic, desperate to prove himself and be the best, the fastest. Just wants people to stop treating him like an impulsive youngling (even if he acts like one sometimes) he reminds Rod of himself when he was younger. Especially when he’s flaring his plates, biolights lighting the room like a rave as he overloads again over your face, painting it in thick streams of pink transfluid, still begging for one more. He’ll help you scrub it out your hair later, after he’s covered the scent with his own.
He had hoped his pestering of Ultra Magnus would make the anal mech take it easier. Finds humour in the way he murmurs to himself about the guides emphasising the need to properly lubricate and stretch the human cavity before it can comfortably accommodate a spike. Snickers to himself at how your whining and pleading for him to just put it inside you already fall to whimpers and mewls as you grind against the thick digits bigger than any human cock you’ve ever had. He is close to pulling you off of them and sulking out the door with you when the mech reminds him through gritted denta that the report still needs to be submitted by the morning.
Megatron is the biggest pain in his aft, making him feel like that rage filled, reckless youngling he used to be more than he liked to admit. Takes great pleasure in having the opportunity to gloat and remind him that you’re his. He just has to say the word and this would be the last time. He didn’t even care to share with him but you’d taken such pity on him seeing how sad and lonely he is all the time. The other mech knows he’s lying, doesn’t even listen to him most of the time as he lays back, your legs thrown over his faceplates as you hump against his glossa, letting your sweet organic fluids fill his intake and vents. You have to bite your lip to the point of almost bleeding because you know he’ll sulk later if you seem like you’re enjoying yourself too much.
You’ll always be his, and he’s still possessive over you, make no mistake. He just loves watching you fall apart and you’re the light of the universe as far as he cares. The best person and the carrier of his joy and peace. It would feel wrong not to share that with the people he trusts. Never wants you to miss out on anything that would give you pleasure. That said, the deals off the second someone oversteps, or doesn’t show you the reverence and care you deserve. He’s offering a good thing and he’ll take it back the second someone is undeserving.
