hello! you may call me honey. i'm 19 and a current biomedical stem major. they/them.
currently writing nsfw transformers! this blog may delve into deeper or darker topics, so please read the warnings!
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asks and requests are welcome, but it may take a while to get to because I am in college. updates are sporadic. i write for male/female/gender neutral readers.
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Do you have any rules for your requests?? I have an idea in mind but I don’t wanna break any rules you might have because they are there for a reason. I know you have your MDNI rule but what about boundaries what are willing to write and all that good stuff. :)
yes I do! honestly should've posted a bit more about that but here it is
currently only writing for transformers!
general rules for requests:
you can list up to four characters. you can request scenarios or prompts
I am most familiar with transformers prime/bayverse/knightverse, but I am slowly moving onto other continuities, so please be patient with me.
humanformers/cybertronians
I do headcanons too! please specify if that is what you desire. otherwise it will be short story formated.
what I write for:
gender neutral/female/male readers (ftm and mtf is cool too! just specify)
please specify if you want cybertronian reader otherwise I might default to a human reader.
if there isn't any specific gender specified I will default to gender neutral
fluff/romance/angst/horror/yandere/gore.
yandere in the sense of obsession without mutilating/hurting their darling. gore is fine as long as it isn't like cannibalism or self mutilation.
darker subjects
because I am working with a mafia au there may be darker subjects such as kidnapping/murder/drug dealing and such and such. I will tag and warn appropriately depending on the material.
mental illnesses may be touched on, but I will not specifically write self harm.
nsfw
valveplug/valveplay
pretty much anything. i will write dubcon.
request whatever you want! i don't really have any specifics that are too off the table. don't be afraid to ask tho.
what I do not write:
self harm/self mutilation
nsfw
vore/cannibalism
pregnancy/birthing
rape/noncon
incest/pseudo-incest
also please be aware I have the right to deny or slightly alter requests as I see fit. if you are unsure of something shoot me an ask/DM! i don't bite :D
Can we get how they meet, fallen in love, and first time in bed?❤️
Reader being Megatron's sister and optimus fall for her after a steamy night
🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺
human! (pre mafia boss) orion pax x afab reader.
human mafia! au. plot. lore. mild gore and wounds. found family with megatron (he's your brother). reader is referred to as "stitcher" briefly. orion pax!!!
oral giving and recieving. fingering. praise kink and mild dirty talk. overstimulation. piv sex.
boy this might be really long lol the brain worms were fr stewing on this one. I couldn't just write the steamy scenes without lots of plot and backstory, so this is an unofficial official beginning between megatronous and orion pax (later optimus).
you were familiar with the way his rough, warm hands would always press into your shoulders. guiding you, teaching you the ruthless land of the underworld. filled with hate and hunger, greedy eyes and starving stomaches.
his name was megatronous. his presence was one of the rare reliefs in kaon. because in the underworld, the only way to survive is to claw your way to the surface. and he had already done that once before.
despite his skinny, lengthy body, his heart held true. despite the way he had suffered, watching his brothers and sisters die in the mines. his mere designation as a coal miner did not bind him, but rather fuel that raging spark he held in his chest.
it had been mere coincidence you had passed him. ears perked for danger, because in kaon there was no time to rest. if you didn't have your guard up, you would be prey to the ruthless that haunted the tunnels.
all you heard was a grunt before finding someone barely older than you, one with striking silver hair and ruby red eyes. despite the way the black uniform clung to his boney form, you could clearly see the red that slowly spilled from his torso.
his eyes narrowed as you slowly approached, reaching into your bag to retrieve the few, rare bandages you managed to scavenge from behind a hospital.
maybe it was your bleeding heart that made you do this. or foolishness. kaon has no place for fools.
you helped him anyway.
he weakly scampered away, trying to fruitlessly drag his body away from you in fear. his fangs were on display as he hissed at you, daring you to approach, ruby eyes narrowed at your form.
you feigned innocence as you saw him clench at the handle of a blade, eyes squinted in determination. boundless will to survive hit you, and you smiled to yourself.
he stiffened.
you ignored his threats, the way he brandished his weapon without batting an eyelash. you were unresponsive to the way he threatened to slash you to pieces. you ignored the way his knife pressed against vulnerable flesh, instead taking in his shaking hand and the harsh words escaping parched lips.
what a feisty little thing.
you wordlessly began treating the wound, watching confusion and weariness set on his face. the tight grip on the blade never left, but he was kind enough to shift when you went to wrap the wound.
"this is a salve that you can apply. otherwise, try to keep the wound as clean as possible. no dirt, soot, or foreign material should get in there." you spoke, giving him a firm nod as you stood up.
it took him a few seconds to recognize the kindness lingering off your form, something simply unheard of in the underground.
"why?" it was a simple question, but it struck your soul. you pursed your lips, biting them as you thought.
"everyone deserves a bit of kindness every once in a while."
and then you left, not knowing this wouldn't be the first time you saw him.
-
he kept you in his sight. watching the way you scampered and fled, keeping close eyes on the officers who drank and smoked. you were an unofficial medic of sorts, despite being so young and helpless. those around you kept their lips tight and eyes closed to your actions.
whether from disinterest or a strange sort of protectiveness, megatronous was not sure. what he did know, was you were around his age. a young kaonian without any parents, and without support. it was a miracle you had survived as you did.
and a sort of strange, alluring foolishness that caused you to stop and help that night. so unlike the others that roamed the darkened alleyways.
a botched, silver scar had rested in the place of the wound you had treated all those months ago. and between fighting in the rings and gathering information about the kings of kaon, he had stumbled across you once again.
you were cornered. surrounded by ruthless fighters who had nothing good to do than waste time. their leers and jeering had you narrowing your eyes and clutching the straps of your backpack.
their figures seemed to tower over yours as they pulled and pushed, but your face held nothing but slight annoyance.
you looked helpless. someone so small wouldn't be able to fight off the street ruffians of kaon. megatronous, for once, thought about stepping in. if it were anyone else, any other kaonian, he wouldn't have cared. yet one of the kind souls, few and far in between, had all been caught and killed.
the good die young was a saying that he bitterly believed in.
your hair whipped into your face as you yowled, quickly avoiding their jabs. unheard words were uttered, only spurring them on. you eyed their dirtied knives with disdain.
one got closer, pulling at loose hair as you jerked closer. megatronous was not close enough to hear what was being uttered, but from your expression he could only guess.
and when a knife scraped itself into your skin, the world went sideways.
megatronous came to your rescue as you lept into action. one hand that had been previously hidden behind your back had flung several sharp, thick needles in their directions. with surprising speed and accuracy, you slammed your fist into the nearest's stomach and sent the offender sprawling to the floor.
megatronous didn't let surprise flash over his face, merely swooping in and quickly taking out the remaining perpetrators near you. their angry cries were quickly quieted as they saw who stood before them.
the rising star of kaon. megatronous. the gladiator who killed and fought and clawed through blood, sweat, and tears.
who slaughtered mercilessly in the pits, with ruby red eyes that swam like the sea of blood shed around him.
you stared in silence.
"are you okay?" his question took you by surprise. from the rumors floating around you had only guessed megatronous was vicious and enraged, merciless and sharper than the current military's commanders.
from skin to bone into lithe, smooth muscle. he had grown significantly since the last time you saw him. all those matches won must have given him several credits for better resources. better food.
an option out.
yet here he was. still in kaon. still in that same dirty, black uniform.
"m' fine." you mutter, brushing hair out of your face as you eye him up and down.
"you normally don't come here." you snort as you raise an eyebrow,
"and what were you doing here? your sponsors would balk at the way their honored gladiator of kaon still dirties himself with the underground."
his frame stiffened, eyes narrowing and hands clenching for a moment. his voice is smooth and filled with purpose as he speaks. you see the way his shoulders straighten and relax, hands clasped against his back as he speaks.
"kaon is all the same wherever you go. my sponsors know nothing of the way miners are poisoned and killed every day. orphans grow every day without a parent, and these streets are far from safe.
I do not associate myself with them." he spits the words out like poison, eyes narrowing and jaw clenching at the mere mention of those above him.
its strange, the way he talks. nothing of the harsh and blunt way kaonians usually spoke, his voice had a tone and rhythm that was unfamiliar, yet held importance. he demanded attention despite barely being older than eighteen.
"then tell me, megatronous. why are you here?" he cleared his throat, eyes gleaming appreciatively as you uttered his name. a designation. one with deeper meaning and endless ambition.
"for you."
you balk, confusion filling your face as you scrunch your nose.
"we need a medic for our future endeavors. you are one of the only medics in kaon that would treat anyone. without question."
you tense.
"for the revolution." his grin seems to grow wider, almost splitting his face as he looks at you, pleased.
"so you've heard."
"I've heard about an ambitious gladiator who spoke of freedom and liberation. who speaks for his fallen brothers and sisters to a system broken beyond repair.
I've heard of a ruthless uprising in the underground. where whispers travel from kaon all the way of iacon. I've heard of two brothers who were bonded together by fate.
I've heard of civil unrest through the ranks. threatening to snap as you and your forces slowly reach further, preaching to anyone who will listen.
I've heard many things. but are they true?" you ask, eyes blazing with determination. your skills could be used for good. other than patching up drunkards and sickly little children who are forced to work in the mines for their next meal.
megatronous nods.
"they are."
"then, I also heard that megatronous has acquired a skilled medic." a smirk graces his face.
"then so be it."
-
he is ambitious. so much more than you had originally thought. his roots were deeper than you thought, reaching the younglings of kaon, the miners and all those who had been oppressed.
it took no time for megatronous to acquire all the supplies he needed to set up a medic center, straight in the heart of the refuge camp. it was lively, with children and adults together, hiding and seeking care away from the ruthless rulers of kaon.
criminals. refugees. hopeless people who had been shackled by the increasingly thinner line between working and being owned by those who paid them.
you had seen it all.
pneumonia and rotting lungs impacted by the toxic waste in the water and air. children missing limbs and thin, skeletal frames just barely clinging onto life.
people who shouldn't be alive by logic and science. yet they hold and cling onto their fragile hope with calloused hands.
it was much worse than you had ever thought it to be.
and megatronous had guided you through it. rooting you back to the present, with the sick and suffering who laid on the floor separated by thin sheets and scrap for privacy.
his voice was a mere echo in your ear as you sprung into work. there was much to do and so little time to do anything other than it. because while you had thought to help, you didn't understand the way kaon was poisoned.
kaon was suffering from disease.
and megatronous was the epidemic.
even the sick had greeted him, in hoarse, roughened voices filled with hope. and with every greeting you saw and the way he shifted made you realize that this was much bigger than you and the gladiator of kaon.
you understood, in a sense, why he composed himself like this. he was like a walking talking god, but this time, this god responded in earnest towards its people.
his steps held more than just his ambition. but rather the lives of those who had clung to him in hope and desperation.
his voice rose you from your thoughts as you wordlessly began assessing your newly acquired patients.
"I assume this center has been set up to your standards?" you nod.
"yes. although I'm not sure how much time or efforts would have been wasted had I said no."
ruby eyes narrow the slightest.
"I would have gotten what I wanted regardless." a shiver runs up your spine, turning away from his suddenly unnerving expression as you continued to clean wounds and bandage lacerations.
you had heard lots about a gladiator who had slowly begun to build an empire. for the sick and helpless and poor. those like you but without such will and drive to survive.
you just hoped you hadn't picked the wrong side to tango with. even if that dance lead you closer to death every single day.
.
years were shaved off your life when kaon had erupted into chaos. where government officials and ruthless military had beat down those who threatened their existence. you were there when starving, thin frames had shattered to the floor with every pop! pop! pop! that echoed in the air.
you were there when megatronous and soundwave had gathered their followers to protest against their lords. you were there in the aftermath.
burying the bodies who no longer had identities and names. mere numbers in a death count.
and megatron was endless.
he and his people fought back. blood spilt and sprayed that day. desperation where he had fought his way into the center of kaon. where he rallied his troops and broke into the executive residence of the lords of kaon.
adrenaline coursed through your veins as you ran through the crowd, quickly dragging away the wounded back to safety before going back. it was relentless, the way each second felt like eons, where the screams and hollers of those around you cut through the air.
and in the end, where megatron got what he wanted. but at what cost?
you were the one who had to burry the bodies. of children and teenagers and adults who believed in the future before them. of a gladiator who had pushed and pushed and pushed until there was nothing in his way.
he never visited you that night. where you had to bury people you knew and grew up with. those who you had eaten and cooked with. those whom you had helped build their homes and cured their ailments.
those who shared intimate words of the future. a hope that never died even with their final breathes.
you were the one who had to tell siblings, newly orphaned children, and broken families of every. single. loss.
somewhere between now and then things had changed.
megatron and his endless greed were nothing compared to your will to survive. despite the heavy feeling in your chest, those around you celebrated and cheered each time megatron's flag had been raised to the streets.
it felt like greed consumed your soul as you watched those return, either in body bags or with wounds that would last lifetimes.
it wasn't you. but the thoughts began to plague your entire being with ever wound you inflicted and each soul you saved.
people were happy and free. but at what cost?
what cost would he stop?
that you could not answer. so instead you hid away in a crowded bar filled with laughter and cheers. your soul seemed to shake at the way those around you shook, eyes glancing off wounds and bandages and endless flesh.
all you could do is avert your eyes and drink your sorrows away.
war is not for the weak hearted.
and unfortunately, you were.
a firm, yet unfamiliar hand pressed against your shoulder. flashes of megatron and his endless lithe echoed in your head as you turned in alarm. he was the last you wanted to see. after all those lives lost.
instead, it was a young man with a soft smile on his face. black hair curled back, with soft wisps kissing smooth skin.
"you look troubled." his voice was smooth and deep, gently scraping against your ears as you turned back to your drink. he took a seat right besides you as you sighed.
"orion pax. and you are?"
"they call me stitcher."
"the head medic. you did quite a job out there. heard ratchet couldn't keep you off field." you shook yourself with a heartless chuckle.
"the battlefield always calls."
orion shifts for a moment, calling out to the bartender and ordering an unusually fruity concoction compared to the hard liquor being served all around.
you smiled mirthlessly.
"no hard energon for you?"
orion sputtered as he flushed.
"nothing wrong with enjoying your drink. and not burning your taste buds off."
"it's not meant for enjoyment." you say, pressing your lips together as you glance into the glass before you. it shimmers and swirls like the stars in the books you had gathered.
of galaxies and places far beyond your reach. holding endless possibilities and freedom. boundless energy without respite.
"it's not your fault." he pipes up, eyes nervously taking in your stormy expression.
"I saw you out there today. you couldn't save everyone."
"but what if I could? what if I tried harder? what if I made the wrong decisions?"
you continue, feeling your eyes fill with tears as you shake.
"I had to chose between the future generation and my friends today. there wasn't enough supplies and medicine to go around for everyone." you clench your fist as you refuse to look your companion in the eye.
"people bled out there because I was too slow."
"you were exhausted." he fought for you. in a way, trying to wrangle in the endless grief and guilt that weighed over your head. you shook your head.
"everyone was."
you stiffened at the way orion wrapped his arms around you, tucking your chest under his chin. you could feel the way his chest rumbles as he gently rubs your back.
"one shall stand. many will fall. we are still here, and that is all that matters. because we stood up for those who could not."
and for once, the tightly clasped lock to your chest had opened. and for the first time in years, you wept.
-
he is soft in his embrace. his hands are smooth and barely calloused as he slowly presses you against the cheap hotel room. energon rushes between both of your veins as he grasps your hair, giving you a soft smile before devouring you.
his lips are soft against yours as the two of you move in tandem. his shirt is soft in your grasp as you clutch him closer, grounding you to reality around you.
the two of you part with shallow gasps, chests heaving against each other as orion looks you in the eye once more.
"are you sure this is what you want?" you nod eagerly, letting your head hit the soft mattress beneath you.
"make me forget tonight." orion is uncharacteristically bold as he smiles, pressing his forehead against yours as his breath brushes against lightly dewed skin.
"as you wish."
his kisses are fluttering against your neck as he nuzzles against you, tongue laving against your slow pulse. his nips are playful as he presses his hands against your hips, pressing you into place.
his hips jerk and swivel against yours, his grip tightening as he feels you jerk. the rough patch of his jeans grind against your core, and all you can do is squirm and mewl against him.
orion seems naive, yet his movement is anything but that. his weight presses against you as he slowly presses your legs open, gulping at the sight before you.
folds glisten in the limelight as you squirm, eyes helpless as you try helplessly to cover yourself. orion is having none of this as he gently traps your hips with his arm pressed across your stomach.
"stop squirming dear. you'll only work yourself up more."
his tongue gently presses against your clit, smirking against your folds as you mewl, head pressed against the pillow as your hair flows around you like a halo.
you look absolutely angelic.
orion is ruthless in the way he slowly rolls your clit in his mouth, pressing hot kisses against your folds and teasingly dipping the tip of his tongue into your cunt.
you keen softly as he presses against you, eagerly devouring anything you offer. its a mindless rhythm as he groans against you, his voice shaking your core as you gently grind against him.
his nose presses against your clit as he tongues you open, gently fucking you with his tongue. its almost enough stimulation, yet not enough.
it has you crying in frustration. heavy need and want floods your system, robbing your mind of the endless spiral of thoughts.
orion gives you one last, half lidded eye before reaching up and kissing you. you can taste the tang of yourself against your lips as he sucks on your bottom lip.
you gasp as you feel thick fingers press against your folds, gently teasing you open before slowly stretching you. its sudden but slow and it has you clenching tightly against his fingers.
you tangle your hands into his hair as you press him closer, breasts gently brushing against his chest. you can feel the breath leave him as he gently fucks you.
the palm of his hand gently grinds into your center as he slowly pumps his fingers into your gummy walls. you should almost be embarrassed by the slick that gushes between your legs and the echo of wet noise between the two of you.
but his smile reassures you.
his mouth presses against your breasts, gently biting and sucking his claim against smooth, pretty skin. you arch into his touch as he whispers sweet nothings to you.
"that's it. just like that. clench down on me."
"fuck, keep grinding against me like that. good. good girl."
you gently press his head up as he looks at you in slight confusion.
"let me.... taste you too." you huff, chest gasping for air as he gives one harsher thrust of his fingers, smirking at the sudden way your hips jerk as you moan in surprise.
"of course sweetheart. whatever you want."
he stands, allowing you to slowly crawl to your knees and press yourself against smooth, defined legs. you bat your eyelashes at him as he puts one hand on your head.
the weight is reassuring as you gently grasp him in your hands, mouth salivating at the sheer weight agains the palm of your hand.
you press the tip of his head into your mouth, gently swirling the velvet against your tongue and savoring the salty, savory taste against your tongue. you can hear orion gulp above you as he gently eases his hips closer, allowing you to further take his length down your throat.
the weight of his cock settles against the back of your throat as you breath through your nose, taking in deep breaths to calm your beating heart.
orion is flustered above you, eyes glassy and lips pressed firmly against himself. one hand is pressed into a fist by his sides as he obediently stills his hips.
he is left speechless as you bob your head, sucking your cheeks in as you swirl aimless patterns against his cock. it has him jerking and moaning, gently guiding your head up and down his length as he praises you in breathless pants.
"fuck. just like that. you should see yourself now. taking my cock down your throat."
his thrusts grow eager and harsher as he becomes more sensitive. there's a sense of urgency as he bucks and moans into your mouth, and with a surprised moan, he rips himself from you.
thick, long fingers press against the base of his cock as he greedily inhales air.
you look up at him with saddened eyes, like a puppy who's favorite treat had been taken.
he chuckles at you.
"get on the bed." you obey, pressing your front against smooth sheets as you arch your back, pressing your ass into the air.
he gently palms your ass in appreciation before pressing a familiar weight against your shoulder.
familiar in the way megatronous once did.
but for some reason, this feels more. better than that empty feeling that sunk into your stomach every time megatron visited you.
"are you ready?"
"please." is all you can utter as he presses himself into you.
the two of you grunt in sync as he enters, you gasping and trying to press away from his thick cock. he gently shushes you, stroking your arm and intertwining your hands together as he slowly fucks you.
his lips press against your pulse as his thrusts grow confident and long, you can feel him smirk against your neck as he buries his head into the crook of your neck.
"cum for me love." and all you can do is obey.
two rough pads press and swirl against your swollen clit, playing eagerly with the sensitive bud with calculated rolls. his thrusts hit a gooey spot in you and you clench hard around him.
you arch your back, eagerly pressing your hips against his as you mewl.
"there? right there princess?" orion pants, hips mercilessly driving against you as you clench and keen around him.
you think drool slowly drips through your parted lips, but you can't tell from the overwhelming tightness against your core. like a lightning bolt, your orgasm crashes through your form as you clench and cry.
orion shushes you softly as he continues thrusting, teeth scraping against the shell of your ear as you squirm against his weight.
all you can do is lay there and take it as he wrings orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body.
he's endless in the way he traces over your body, pressing kisses against scars and bruises. his warm blue eyes seem to see through your soul.
and all you can do is clench and mewl at him, desperately clinging against him as he fucks into you. his hips slam against yours as you feel him swell in your cunt.
you weren't sure where he had gotten this stamina from, but it was a blessing and a curse in disguise. it made you sensitive and jerky, both wanting to be pulled into another mind melting orgasm, and seconds away from trying to jerk away in overstimuation.
and when he cums, he presses against you with his soul. you can feel him slowly fill you with his warmth as he pants, gently smoothing your hair from your face and gently smiling at you.
"that's it. with me now." he guides you to gently breath against his chest, slowly syncing your hearts together as he clutches you to your chest.
and for once, your mind is silent and your chest is weightless.
human mafia boss! megatron x gender neutral reader
implieid mafia! au. possessive megatron. slight blood kink? its biting and marking buddy. penetrative sex.
the atmosphere feels heavy with every step you take, the dim lights overcasting shadows that smear across the wall. if you were to squint hard enough, you may even find strange splotches and red markings throughout the interior.
every person you pass gives you a once over, and a nod. their eyes take no more than a few seconds to glance over you before disappearing into the intricate detailing of the floor.
you can hear hushed voices as you pass, some whispering to each other about the current affairs of the higher ups, and others hoping that today wouldn't be filled with a river of bloodshed.
as you approach the doorway at the end of the hallway, you can hear the voices from beneath. megatron's low rasp is barely heard as you can hear starscream arguing with him.
you almost feel suffocated with the pure rage and frustration emitting from the room in front. you take a moment to stop and stand, ears listening in rapid attention.
"the military is cracking down on supply chains. my contacts may no longer be of assistance." starscream growls, and you can practically imagine him waving his slender hands around in exasperation.
"I have provided you with more than enough resources to proceed with these trades. or does your galavanting through the ranks not get you more than the scraps of the bottom of the barrel?"
his voice is rough, barking against the door as you feel the tension rise. you take a deep breath before giving two sharp knocks against the door. their voices immediately hush, and a gruff 'come in' is heard.
you heed no mind to the way starscream straightens at your presence, while megatron simply gives you a once over. his eyes linger on your frame appreciatively as he leans forward in his chair.
his eyes gleam ominously as a sharp smirk graces his face.
"ah, just in time." you take a moment to stride across the room, eyes roving across the messy desk full of maps and papers strewn across the surface. his ash tray is full of ash and stubbed cigars. not a good sign.
you can feel his eyes rove across you, the dark and deep red drawing you in as you return his gaze. you come to stand besides his chair, cocking your head at starscream.
he stiffens and clears his throat.
"none of our contacts have enough resources to continue fueling these little skirmishes. there have been far too many injured, and knockout has been chewing us out for all the work."
megatron rolls his eye as he leans back, one hand firmly grasping a glass filled with smooth ice and a beautiful amber color.
"that is his job."
you pipe up, heart hammering in your chest as you watch megatron chuckle to himself. starscream fiddles with his fingers as he speaks once again.
"we have been in contact with optimus and ratchet as of late. they have proposed something rather appealing in the moment."
megatron's eyes narrow as he slams his glass onto the desk, and you watch as starscream tries not to jump out of his skin at the gesture.
"and what would that old rust bucket want?" starscream stutters out, flailing wildly to cool the heating anger.
"a ceasefire. this would allow us plenty of time to gain more contacts, resources, and recover. our morale is low and we're at risk to losing more than we gain continuing to fight."
just as megatron opened his mouth, you lay a gentle hand on his shoulder. the heat radiates off his body as he quiets for you to speak. you clear your throat and gently trace invisible lines into his shoulders.
he slowly relaxes again.
"that would be wise. there is no need to expand our territory at the moment. running ourselves into the ground and wearing thin would prove to be inefficient." megatron hums, watching as starscream waits eagerly for an answer.
"and how would this ceasefire... allow us to gain more control?" you drape yourself over his shoulders, feeling his hand creep to the back of your neck and gently squeezing it. his calloused hand sends shivers up your spine as you continue.
"as starscream stated, his connections in the military might be a bust. we can regain control through the redistribution of synth en. make it a bit easier to get, get people hooked."
you continue, feeling his grip slowly tighten.
"this would gain us an advantage, especially knowing that those on the other side won't be able to stop circulation completely. it would debilitate the autobots. they'll be too busy trying to track the sources and finding a solution towards the addiction and side effects."
you glance at starscream, feeling his gaze settle on the two of you. his lips are firmly pressed into a thin line as he shifts uncomfortably where he stands.
"shockwave can always find or manufactor more weapons through his company. we all know his extensive history in blackmarket connections and complicated technological advancements."
megatron nods slowly, his hair sweeping across his face as he leans forward.
"starscream." starscream jumps to attention.
"yes sir!"
"I will make my decision about the ceasefire no later than tomorrow." starscream rapidly nods his head as he shifts, a nervous smile on his face as he wrings his hands together.
"until then. get. out." starscream doesn't have to be told as he bolts out the door and slams it behind him.
his grasp on your neck slowly slides down to your jaw as he jerks you forward, giving him a good look at your face as he narrows his eyes.
"and here you are, batting for the other team."
"it is most logical to have a ceasefire. we are losing too much." megatron huffs,
"stop hanging out with shockwave. you're sounding too much like him."
"and if not shockwave, I'd have to accompany starscream, knockout and his strange experiments, or breakdown and his debauchery."
you can feel his fingertips digging into the sensitive flesh of your jaw as you grunt, giving a firm glare to megatron as he growls.
"you shall do no such thing." you easily allow him to manipulate you, bending to his whims as he settles you onto his lap, facing him. for once, you're taller than him.
red eyes pool into you as you shudder, subtly leaning into the heat radiating off his frame.
you purse plush lips as you pout.
"a ceasefire would lessen the work we have to do." you ghost your fingers across his neck and trailing down the fancy suit he's wearing.
"and would free up lots of time..." you flutter your eyes as you look up through your lashes, ghosting a hand over the bulge in his pants.
you press your palm against his bulge, feeling him twitch through the expensive fabric.
"wouldn't that be desirable?"
"I know something you desire." he gently grinds against your hand, grasping your hips to press you closer.
his mouth presses against you, and you slightly grimace at the bitter taste of smoke and liquor invades your senses. he gives you no choice but to lean in as he guides his lips against yours.
heat pulses in your stomach as you press against him, feeling hard muscle flex beneath you as he guides you to grind against his clothed cock.
a string of saliva connects the two of you as you gasp for air, shuddering as his hands roam across your figure. ghosting over your lower back to appreciatively grope at your ass.
his hand finds purchase in your hair as he yanks, bearing your throat to his whims. you whimper and whine as you feel him suck marks into your skin, ghosting sharp teeth against sensitive skin. his tongue lavishes against your flesh, sucking harshly to mark.
you're not surprised by the way he bites into you, sinking into you like a predator consuming its prey. pain jolts across your neck as he nips and bites, drawing small pinpricks of blood. you mewl against him, squirming at the unpleasant sensation.
his arms pin you against him, forcing your figure close to his. you can feel your heart pounding in sync with his as his eyes darken.
red dots his lips as he eagerly licks up droplets of blood.
"on the desk." he lets go and you obediently splay yourself across the desk, paying no mind to the papers beneath you. if they were important, he would've gotten rid of them by now.
no traces.
you spread your legs as he pulls clothing from your form, eyes narrowing at unmarked skin before him. you hear the clunk of his belt as he draws himself from his underwear.
his cock is heavy and red, the head beading with precum that slowly slides down the mushroom head. it's long and thick, something you'll never quite get used to taking.
he settles against your plush thighs, grinding his cock into your core with fever. his grip is bruising as he mouths at your neck, grazing sharp teeth against you as he slowly presses into you.
his cock brushes against your entrance, slick and wet as he teases your entrance.
"this could be all yours." he grunts before withdrawing. he shoves his fingers into your face as he commands.
"suck." you obediently suck his digits into your mouth, gently sucking and swirling your tongue against his long fingers. you bob your head a bit, fluttering your eyelashes up at him as he sneers at you.
it takes no time for him to press himself knuckle deep into your entrance, smirking as he feels you pulse and tighten around his thick fingers.
his palm presses against your pelvis as he grinds and thrusts his fingers into your walls, curling his fingers in such a way that has you keening and arching your back.
he smirks as he removes his fingers, leaving you whining at the sudden loss. he shows you his hand, where his fingers and wrist is glistening in your slick.
"greedy thing." you watch as he sucks his fingers into his mouth, taking his sweet time to lap up your juices and suck his fingers free of your mess.
your core throbs at the sight, and you whine sadly, giving him big, watery eyes.
"please." you beg, whimpering as you wiggle your hips. megatron huffs before pressing against you.
his cock brushes against your entrance and finally, he slowly presses in. his thick head slowly pressed against your tightening walls as you tried to relax.
despite how many times you've taken him, it always seems that no amount of preparation would prepare you for him.
the two of you grunt in sync as your hips jolt at the sudden intrusion, followed by small grinding movements that slowly inched him closer to you.
his cock pulses against your walls as you mewl, back arching and walls clenching as his hips pressed flush against yours. you felt impossibly full as you clench against him, eyes fluttering as you pant.
megatron lifted your jaw, forcing half lidded, watery eyes to meet the burning, intense gaze of him.
his eyes are dark, like his soul. it reminds you of the corruption that lays deep in his soul, that even his soft side would still be jagged and guarded.
with his calloused, bruised fists or with his haunting schemes that would shatter any hope of survival. bruises and blood that trails behind him like a carpet, leading further into the murky darkness of his empire.
he is a king.
yet here he is, at your fingertips.
you utter his name in a winded fashion as his pace began to slowly quicken. each roll of his hips had you bracing against the desk, hands desperately clenching onto nothing as you squirmed.
he presses his chest against yours, fondly nipping and marking your skin as your stomach wound itself into tight knots. sensitive nipples rub against the soft fabric of his shirt as you jolt. he seems to know all too well the way to play your body like an instrument. you are but a puppet whom strings have been pulled.
your mouths meet in another intense kiss, and for once, he allows his hand to interlace with yours. his form presses against you, hiding you from view and carving into your very being.
he doesn't stop when you clench and keen, walls fluttering as you cum. your hips jerk away from his tight hold, trying desperately to escape the his battering pace. a deep growl reverberates in his chest.
"stay still." he growls, and you moan loudly at the way he seems to swell inside you. one final, deep thrust has the two of you pressed against each other, panting.
you squeeze his hand and he grunts, hips jerking against yours as he grinds into you.
his deep, red eyes bore into yours.
"now, about that ceasefire."
you roll your eyes and huff. only after he's fragged you into oblivion does he want to talk business.
Hey I really like your implied mafia autobot x reader stuff! I was wondering if we could get some more but with the implied mafia decepticons
ofc!
i'll definitely be cooking a few things up that'll be posted within the next week or so. sorry for the wait, was on my little vacation before I go back to college. (struggles in stem major)
implied mafia! autobots. sex pollen. dubious consent. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. creampie (be safe in rl folks)
the roar of the engine rumbles beneath you as you come to a stop, a small smile gracing your face at the large building before you. finally, you were home.
after a long week of gathering data and running from decepticon agents, you could finally relax and wind down.
parking your bike close to the exterior of the building, you gently take your helmet off and begin the process of slowly peeling leather gloves off your hands.
a loud slam has you perking to attention, peaking around the corner to see optimus angrily storming to the black SUV sitting in the driveway. your eyebrows furrow as you hear a shout behind you.
"and don't come back until you've fucked an escort or two!" jazz's voice cuts through the silence as you see optimus turn around and flip him off.
you slowly walk back to the driveway, feeling confused at the way optimus was acting. you open your mouth for a moment before you see him sharply turn towards you.
his eyes are narrowed as he looks you up and down before quickly striding towards you.
"hey... whats up?" you nervously stutter, taking in his rough demeanor as he roughly grasps your arm and pulls you towards the car.
"i literally just got back where the fuck are you taking me?" you shriek, struggling helplessly as his grip tightens against your arm.
"shut up." a shiver goes up your spine at the way his voice rasps, deep and heavy against your back as he shoves you into the passenger seat and slams the door shut. something dark in his voice makes you gulp as you obediently sit.
you're left to wonder what jazz was talking about as Optimus starts the car. he sits for a moment in silence before turning towards you as you jump. his gaze sears your skin and makes you shudder at his attention.
his movements are rough as he grasps the collar of your jacket and leans you over the center console. you have no time to question him as his lips slam against yours.
there's a split moment before your body is melding into the kiss, one of his hands grasping the back of your hair as he nips and sucks swollen lips.
your heart jumps in your chest as you lean into it, letting him open your mouth and roughly suck on your tongue. your eyes flutter open to look at optimus for what feels like the first time in forever.
his tan skin is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, his usually neat hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. his eyes are striking as they stare straight back at you, almost daring you to stop.
you gasp for air when he finally releases his hold on the back of your head, your voice caught in your throat as he invades the limited space of the passengers seat.
deft fingers quickly slip past the waistband of your pants as you jump. his cold fingers dip into your slit and roughly rub against your clit.
your confusion is quickly melded away by the way optimus is acting. a low simmer fills your stomach as he swipes at your folds, dipping his fingers into your entrance before returning to your bud.
your eyes dart up to him, watching the way he clenches his jaw, his eyes furrowed in concentration.
"what's wrong with-" you're quickly cut off with the way he shoves two fingers into your entrance, his palm roughly slapping against your clit as he quickens his pace.
you've got no choice but to clutch his forearm in desperation as he makes a mess of your cunt. your walls flutter against his rough treatment as he curls his fingers.
the sound of skin slapping against skin is echoing through the car, and your body runs hot as your filled with embarrassment. sticky squelches fill the car, slick slowly running down your thighs as you clench.
your jacket is unzipped as he leans closer, his mouth hot and heavy as he nips at exposed skin. you can feel the way he smirks when your hips jump when he hits the spongey spot in your cunt.
you clench and mewl helplessly, desperately dripping against your underwear as he abuses your clit. pain radiates through your collarbone as he bites down, just as you clench and keen.
your back arches as something snaps in your stomach, shuddering and trying to wiggle your hips away as you cum. optimus is relentless in the way he fingers you through your orgasm, palm roughly slapping against your sensitive bud as you writher.
he doesn't stop as you squirm, trying to get away from his rough grasp as you keen. there's no pause, sensitive walls clenching against thick fingers as he fucks you through another orgasm. your stomach clenches as tears fill your eyes.
the heat makes you want more, but your sensitive clit and cunt is overloading with his rough treatment.
one last clench has him slipping his hand out of your pants and straight into his mouth. you watch with your mouth agape as he sucks thick fingers clean, shamelessly licking up the palm of his hand as he makes eye contact with you.
the two of you sit in silence as tires screech against the pavement, tearing out of the driveway and straight into the dirt pathway. you gulp as you continue to glance at optimus.
his hands are clenching the steering wheel as you see him grind his teeth the slightest. your eyes dart down as you shamelessly stare at him, another spark rolling up your spine at the way he's chubbed against his jeans.
the bulge is obvious as you press your lips together, watching as the forest around you slowly thins out and the car enters the highway.
"so. what was jazz talking about?" you question. optimus doesn't even react to your question, eyes focused on the road ahead of him as the engine roars.
he's skillful in the way he weaves through traffic, his chest heaving as sweat beads down his forehead.
"are you sick or something?" you utter again, tilting your head and watching the way his body heats up. you yelp as he suddenly turns, slamming you against the central console as you swear at him.
he pays you no mind as he parks the car and demands that you follow him.
you quickly shuffle out of the car and eye him as he struts up to a fucking motel. what the hell.
you enter the front just to hear optimus talking to the front counter, flashing a sleek black card before nodding at something the employee says to him.
you fiddle behind him, fingers nervously clenching each other as you shift. the uncomfortable feeling of your spend against your wet underwear and thighs has you gulping at the mere memory of what ocurred in the car.
you watch his figure as he turns around you, jerking his head in an unsaid demand to follow him. like a lost, confused puppy, you trail behind him until he stops at a door and unlocks it with a keycard.
he ushers you in before slamming the door shut. the lights are still off as he corners you against the bed.
"i need you." for once, he actually speaks. your eyebrows furrow as your back hits the bed, one of his thick legs pressing your thighs open as he crawls over you.
his form is heavy against you as you bring your hands to caress his face, watching his lean desperately against your touch.
"bee and jazz were messing around in ratchet's lab." he gasps for air as he catches your lips into another searing kiss. he nips at your lips as he continues.
"went in to yell at them when they broke a sample against the floor."
his thigh flexes against yours as his hands settle against your hips, slowly forcing you to grind down as you shudder.
"ratchet said it was an aphrodisiac. told me to cool my head and take care of it."
his thumb lovingly rubs against your skin, smiling at the way goosebumps race across exposed skin.
"and there you were." his moves are sensual as he removes his thigh, eagerly grinding his clothed cock against you. a small moan escapes his lips as he swivels against you. you can feel him twitch beneath his jeans as he grunts.
"always wanted you." he growls, taking his sweet time to remove your jacket as you shove your shirt over your head. his eyes darken as he stares, eyes drinking in the flawless expanse of your skin.
you arch your back, pressing against his chest as he unclips your bra. he's careless in the way he throws your clothing off the bed, one of his hands coming to cup your breast.
his fingers brush up against your nipple as you whine.
"desperate for me?" you ask, and you feel his hips stutter against you.
"always." its a flurry of motion to get each other undressed. you lift your hips as he rips your pants from you. the clink of his belt rings in the room as he shoves off his jacket, eagerly pulling the tight white shirt from his torso.
your mouth fills with saliva as you look at him, grasping his hand against his cock as he strokes it. the heavy tip is red and flushed, beading with pre cum as he grunts.
"all this for me?" you question, watching as he thrusts into his calloused hand, his eyes half lidded as you gently swipe your fingers against the throbbing tip.
he utters your name, flashing you sharp canines as he speaks.
"stop teasing." you yelp as his hands find purchase against your waist, flipping you over and making you arch your back against his chest. he shoves a pillow underneath your hips as he traces your back.
you mewl as you grind against him, feeling his cock settle against the space between your thighs. he hikes up one of your legs, nipping and sucking hickeys into perfect shoulders.
the thick tip of his member brushes against your entrance, tapping against your swollen clit before tracing back.
"easy." he mutters, kissing your shoulder as he slowly sheaths himself into you. the two of you groan in sync at the feeling.
he slowly grinds closer, heavy, brutal thrusts hitting close to home. each thrust as you arching and pressing against the rough fabric of the pillow, catching against your swollen bud as you keen.
his heat encompasses you as he presses firmly against your back, lowering his hips and snapping relentlessly. his pace is harsh and quick as he fucks into you.
your hips meld against his as wet sounds fill the air as his thick veins rub against untouched parts of your walls. his cock reaches places you couldn't have reached with your fingers as you clench around him.
each rub drives you crazy as your hands tightly grip the sheets beneath you, knuckles white as small moans escape tight lips.
"sing for me." he brushes his lips against your ear, nibbling and nipping against your jaw.
you can feel him pulse as his pace quickens, the room filled with his grunts and keening moans from your lips. each thrust has you tightening and squirming away, sensitive walls clenching.
"just like that babe." he praises, two fingers dipping against your hip and swirling your abused clit. your hits jolt as he fucks you, feeling him smirk against you as you cum.
there is no rest as he fucks you through your orgasm, hands gripping against your hip as he grinds with power.
"one more. you can do it." you feel drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you grind against him, the never ending heat washing over you in waves.
his teeth dig into sensitive skin as he sucks, his hips stuttering against you before you feel him spent fill you.
its like molten lava, filling you and dripping out of your folds as he pulls away. his chest heaves as he looks down at you, bruised and marked up.
all for him.
he gently smooths his fingers against your swollen folds, smearing his cum against your twitching cunt as you jerk away.
you heave as you look back, watching his cock twitch with interest as it slowly fills out.
he smirks at you.
"think you can endure?" you nod eagerly as he flips you over, pressing eagerly against you as he grunts.
"let's find out."
-
jazz watches as bee angrily signs at him.
don't fuck around! did you see how angry optimus was?
jazz laughs, his head thrown back as his dreads fall against his back.
"he's about to get laid. he should be thanking us. fuckin' hardass."
bee glares at him as his hands quickly sign, a flurry of anger and blame.
fuck you. it was your idea.
"don't act like you weren't interested in what ratchet was cooking up in that lab too."
he could be cooking meth in there and we wouldn't know
the two step outside to see the blackened tire marks woven into the pavement.
jazz whistles at the sight. bee is silent for a moment as he leaves jazz's side, just as they hear something clatter against the concrete.
they both jump, whipping their head around to see where the noise came from.
a frown flitters onto bee's face as he sees a black helmet slowly roll closer to them.
isn't that... bee trails off as his hands come to a stop.
jazz and bee freeze as it dawns upon them. your name is uttered at they stare at your motorcycle tucked against the brick wall.
"we're fucked aren't we." bee nods in agreement as one of their phones ding.
jazz fumbles for his phone in his pocket and grimaces at the single text message from optimus.
the bass flows through the room like a heartbeat, lights dimly lighting the floor and the mass of bodies beneath it. the music reverberates through the building as people gyrate, grinding up against each other and chatting.
it smells heavily of perfume and cologne, bitter tasting alcohol, and the slight musk of sweat. the deep, dark wood bar is surrounded by people, some waving at the bartender and others trying to chat up and find a partner for the night.
the stage is lit with sensual colors as women barely dressed grind against poles, people and each other. stray bills are thrown onto the stage as people whoop and holler, greedy eyes squinting at any and all exposed skin.
you huff to yourself, arms folding across your chest as you watch. the club owner had hired you as a bouncer, but as his business slowly grew, you had been moved inside to monitor any and all suspicious activity.
sometimes you have to watch deals behind closed doors. where lips are shut and eyes remain closed. unseen and unheard.
your eyes dilate as you sweep the room, watching scantily clad women trip over their heels, laughing with each other.
at a few tables you can see piles of colorful pills, blunts in hands, and wads of money.
its a normal night. as always.
you walk around, boots clicking against the hardwood floor as you watch your step. you see smiles and smirks, women and men eyeing you up like their starved and you're a five course meal on a platter.
hands ghost your back as you approach the bar, watching people part like the red sea as you approach. the bartender takes one look at you before grabbing a glass and pouring a generous splash of amber liquid.
you nod in thanks as you lean against the bar, slowly folding the sleeves of your button up to your elbows. smooth skin hits the light as you stretch, feeling eyes on you as you roll your shoulders back.
someone's nails ghost against the back of your head as you turn, an eyebrow cocked at the woman before you. you can smell the alcohol on her breath as you look into her eyes, slightly bloodshot and dilated to hell.
you cock your head down at her, watching as she leans closer to you. her hands ghost over your chest and pull at the collar of your shirt, desperate to touch what lies beneath.
you gently trap her wrists between hers as you lean closer, lips ghosting closer to her ear as she giggles.
"and what would you like, dear?"
she shuffles in her place, her red high heels clacking against the floor as she smiles.
"you." you huff softly, grimacing to yourself at the way her hips sway as she leans further into you.
jazz’s words echo in your head as you bite your tongue, preventing harsh words from escaping plush lips.
'play nice.'
you could practically feel the invisible collar at your throat being tugged at, a harsher reminder at what your job is. your purpose. all you want to do is lash out. let those dark thoughts take control and snap bones like twigs.
but you stop yourself. all you can hear is his words echoing in the back of your head.
be good.
stuck in thought, you jump at the way her clammy hands reach beneath your shirt, running them to grope at defined, smooth muscle beneath. you grit your teeth as you whisper, hands clenched at your side as you growl.
"keep your hands to yourself." she smirks as her lips perk into a pout, batting her eyelashes as she asks.
"and what'll happen if I don't?"
the words get stuck in your throat as your eyes snap to someone behind her. you recognize that leather jacket anywhere.
you watch as jazz slowly makes his way across the club, a smile gracing his face as he greets everyone. shaking hands and brushing his hand against the waists of people he passes.
his strides are confident and sure, powerful as he gets closer. you can see the way his rings glisten in the limelight as he laughs at something some one said. it seems like practically everyone has their eyes on him.
even the bass seems to increase as he approaches, practically in sync with your beating heart.
you faintly wonder if he can feel it through the floorboards with each step he takes.
the woman presses herself further against you, practically grinding against you as you jolt, attention coming back to her as she brushes her manicured hand against your crotch.
you gently push her back, but she only continues as you try to evade her advances.
you can feel someone's gaze as you look back up, meeting jazz's dark eyes as they narrow. your lips press into a thin line as his pace quickens. his smile turns a bit darker as he greets the bartender, shaking his hand before laying his hands on the shoulder of the girl dressed in red.
she bats her eyelashes as she looks up, a bigger smile gracing her face as she happily exclaims.
"jazz!" the pitch of her voice has you flinching. jazz's grip on her shoulders has her taking a few steps back, releasing you from her tight grip. there’s no flash of recognition in his eyes as he spares her a single glance.
her eyes gleam as she whispers and giggles to herself as jazz looks at you. his eyes are piercing as he gives you a once over as he utters your name in a raspy, deep tone.
"and who is this?" the girl introducers herself eagerly, her attention turned to jazz as she plays with the zipper of his jacket.
she looks coyly at him, ghosting her red nails against his chest as she eyes him up. he's the spitting image of adonis.
dressed in dark clothing and a leather jacket that clings to broad shoulders. his dreads loose and against his back, rings gently clinking together as he shifts.
he looms down at you, eyes never leaving yours as he speaks. all you can do is gulp and try to avoid his gaze.
their voices go in and out as they seem to have a conversation, and all you can do is step back and try to disappear back into the crowd.
"...he's just playing hard to get." a sneer forms on your face as you shake your head, glaring into jazz. he's staring directly at you as he speaks, paying no mind to the woman pressed up against him. his eyes flitter to your clenched fists to the way your shoulders are high and tensed.
you stop dead in your tracks as he speaks your name again, watching cockily as a shiver rolls up your spine.
stay.
"how's it goin?"
you shrug, teeth clenched as you move your jaw. a simple good sufficing as you force yourself to relax, feeling pin pricks of pain where dull nails dug into the palms of your skin.
his attention turns back to the lady as he leans closer, his breath ghosting as he speaks.
you cannot hear what he says, but you can only imagine as you see all color drain from her face.
jazz's grip against her shoulders turns brutal, almost bruising as he speaks low against her. the chains around his neck twist and clink against each other as he gets closer to her face.
she trembles in his grasp.
"i'm sure you want to play around. he's lovely, isn't he?" she flinches at the sudden change of tone, trying to jolt away from his grip.
"but my guard dog doesn't seem very happy about you." he frowns, eyes narrowed into slits as he growls.
"i suggest you move on."
her eyes dart between you and him as she shudders out of fear, her arms trembling as she gasps for air.
it's almost as if he was strangling her, the way she reacts to him.
"or perhaps, you would like to see the consequences of touching what isn't yours?"
you watch as he smiles, observing quietly as she quickly darts off, tears in her eyes as she disappears into the crowd.
jazz takes a few purposeful steps before pinning you against the bar, one hand against your waist as the other presses against the hollow of your neck.
a few long dreads fall over his shoulder as he leans closer.
"i told you to play nice. not to allow dirty whores to touch you." your breath gets caught in his chest as he towers over you. you shuffle further, the backs of your shoes hitting the back of the bar as he catches you.
the leash pulls taunt.
his jean clad leg presses between yours, kicking them apart as he lets you catch your balance.
you have nothing to say as he slowly grips your neck, his teeth brushing against your ear as you shudder against him. the warmth radiating off him has you wanting to press closer.
he's like a magnet. but all he wants to do is devour you whole.
he grinds his leg into your crotch, smirking as he feels your cock twitch at the pressure.
"good dogs obey."
"but you haven't been good, have you?" you keen softly against him as his eyes rove over you, looking at your half unbuttoned shirt, tussled hair and exposed skin.
you feel your face get warm as he brushes his lips against the corner of yours, a small whine escaping your lips as he forces your hips against his bouncing leg.
you follow his touch as he pulls away, eager and awaiting his attention as he smiles down at you.
his arm holds you in an iron grip, his thumb gently rubbing circles into the fabric. he pays you no mind, continuing to enjoy the scenery at the club.
you can faintly hear jazz's laugh as he dances and plays coy, several women hanging off his arms as he smirks down. his rings gleam in the light, and if you were to look a bit closer, you would see the autobot symbol stamped into expensive metal.
optimus' voice is low as he speaks to arcee, gesturing to the papers between them.
the table is slightly sticky as you press your palm against it, boredom filling your chest as you sigh. you're brought closer as bumblebee tugs you closer, his golden eyes gleaming in the limelight of the dimly lit club.
there's a silent question on his lips as he looks you, cocking his head slightly.
you lean your head against his shoulder as he tucks you into his side, eyes closing tiredly.
"nothing's wrong bee. just tired." he presses a soft kiss against your forehead before returning to the conversation between arcee and optimus.
"... if we do this properly, the decepticons won't be able to claim the eastern territory." you see a familiar flash drive get handed over to optimus, watching as icy orbs stare at you.
"is this all?" he questions, and you nod.
"everything i could get my hands on." you fiddle with the rings on bee's hand as you continue.
"knockout has been slowly working on an enhancement drug. something similar to steroids with the way it strengthens the user, unfortunately, it seems whenever someone takes it, they lose all rational. almost mindless, like a puppet."
optimus nods to himself as he pockets the drive, muttering to arcee and bee quietly.
"ratchet will analyze this when we get to base. until then..." his eyes dart between you and bee, before sighing and waving you off.
"relax. have a drink. we'll roll out soon." optimus doesn't wait for an answer as he leaves, the stack of papers securely underneath his arm. arcee yips in excitement as she shimmies out of her seat, looking over her shoulder at the two of you.
"what about you two lover birds?" you miss the way bee's hand presses into your back as he quickly signs back.
we'll stay here.
arcee gives a nasty smile as she sashays away, calling over her shoulder to get a room and get some. maybe it'll finally make bee relax.
bumblebee huffs under his breath before returning to look at you, a small smirk on his face. you feel his body shift against yours as he lifts you, planting you right into his lap.
his lips press against the exposed hollow of your neck as he nips, his arms tightening around your waist. you shudder at the way his warmth bleeds into you, a heavy presence that grounds you.
"bee..." you sigh, watching as his eyes seem to dim. you press the palms of your hands against his chest as he seems to puff up in your hold, flexing his muscles beneath the thin shirt he wears. you feel a sharp jolt as he shifts his hips, trying to get into a more comfortable position as his back straightens.
his eyes gleam dangerously as he noses against you, catching your lips into a soft kiss. flesh melds against flesh as you clutch at his shirt, hips jolting against his as he slowly thrusts against you.
the bulge in his pants slowly grind into your core as you mewl into the kiss.
its slow and sensual, almost pulsing to the music as time seems to stop. all you can feel and see is bumblebee, and all he feels is you.
you gasp as he releases you, eyes roving over your form as you catch your breath.
a single hand reaches between the two of you, his hand dragging down towards his hip with a single question.
now?
you nod and he smirks at you, his eyes crinkling in amusement. your hips drag against him as you wrap your legs against his hips, shuddering at the feeling of his cold rings through the fabric.
one hand on the back of your neck and one cheekily grasping your ass, he stands and walks away from the booth.
the music gets quieter as the hallways expand. you pay no mind to the giggling girls or the barely clad women keening into their partners.
he kicks a door open and shuts it firmly behind you. a single room is seen, a pole in the corner and a full bed in the middle. the lights are dimmed a low red as he lays you down against the bed.
a silent chuckle makes his chest shake as you looks at you, the way your eyes flutter as you pout, making grabby hands at him.
he leans into your touch as you thank him silently, lips pressing back together as he grasps your hips. there's no words spoken as the two of you slowly grind, the seam of his jeans catching against your pelvis as you gasp.
he buries his head into your shoulder as his pace quickens. all you can do is mewl and whimper underneath him, eagerly pressing against his thrusts. his weight settles over you like a storm. covering you in his embrace.
his cock grinds into you as you squirm, legs wrapping against his waist, your shoes clink against each other.
you mewl at the way your body heats up, feeling the slightest bit sticky as you swivel your hips against his. you gasp his name as your core tightens, hips jolting at the relentless pace he's set.
scratching down his back and harshly grasping his jacket, you shudder as you come.
bee doesn't stop. he pays you no mind as he continues to suck hickeys into your neck, shoving you further into the bed as he takes what he needs.
his breath comes out in pants as he pulls back the slightest to look at you. the way your hair splays around you, your eyes filling with unshed tears as you try to desperately climb away from the overstimulation.
the heat in your belly only swells as he slams into you.
he gives you a toothy grin as he signs.
cum again.
you can feel him twitch against you, hot and heavy as he continues to grind into your center, his pace quickening and becoming less rhythmic.
you swear as he presses closer, biting against your shoulder as he forces you into another orgasm. heat washes over you in waves as you keen against him, arching your back as you mewl.
your entrance flutters as you feel him slow, hips jerking heavily as he huffs, his face dotted with sweat as a deep wet patch spreads across the crotch of his pants.
his eyes devour you as he presses his lips again, mockingly thinking for a moment before snapping his finger at you.
there's never a time of rest in this world. when danger is knocking at your door, there never seems to be a moment of peace. a moment to spare.
that's why he loves it.
his calloused hands are shed in endless blood. his strikingly bright eyes have seen the loss of mankind and the ruthlessness and desperation of the guilty. his shoulders are heavy with every step he takes, bloody sins following close behind. the lives that have been lost always loom in the back of his mind.
in the dark world, in war and bloodshed, you are his only respite. the waking of the dawn with the river of blood that trails behind him.
it comes as desperation. the way his hands claw at your skin, clutching your face as he kisses you. he's desperate to drink from you, tongues tangled as he groans softly.
he's like an ever blazing fire as his lips caress yours, his teeth gently grazing the plush of your lip as you moan into the kiss.
bruises litter his knuckles as he leans into you, one hand gently tangled in your hair as he wraps a sturdy arm around your waist. his grip is tight, desperate as he slots his leg between yours.
small beads of blood trail down his knuckles and dot your skin. his eyes darken at the sight.
he doesn't mind the way you mewl, gently grinding against his leg as the two of you gasp for air. one look into his eyes lights your body on fire, the way his striking blue irises shrink into a thin line as you catch your breath. all you can feel is the way his body yearns for you, the void of his eyes slowly sucking you in.
desperately.
he murmurs something unheard to you as he presses against your chin, gently kissing the skin at your jaw and sucking marks into delicate skin.
your hands fall to the large expanse of his back, clutching the silky fabric of his shirt as his breath puffs against your skin.
heat radiates off his body as he sets you in his lap, a small smile gracing his lips as he looks at you like you've set the sun.
"my love." he utters, hands gently guiding you to grind down on the bulge in his slacks. a small gasp escapes your lips as you moan, eagerly grinding against his cock.
sharp canines sink into your skin as you gasp. your hands tug shyly at his shirt as you look at him through your eyelashes. your silent beg is met with a soft laugh as he leans back on one arm, looking at you expectingly.
you gulp at the way his skin sheens with sweat as you slowly unbutton his shirt. your hands rub against his chest, marveling at the sheer muscle and silvery scars on perfect skin. traces of ink trail across his chest and dip against the defined v line and a thick happy trail leading down.
"sweetheart, let's get these off you."
you shimmy in his grasp as he slowly pulls at the waistband of your shorts. goosebumps form as he ghosts his fingertips against your skin, tsking softly at you with devilish eyes.
"all of this for me?" you nod shyly, squirming as he looks the apex of your thighs. he opens your thighs with one hand as he stares at your cunt, shiny and twitching beneath his sight.
his thumb rubs circles into your clit as you gasp, arching your back as you squirm.
optimus is relentless in the way he eyes you up, almost wanting to devour you whole as he dips two fingers to your entrance and plunging the tips of his fingers in. a swear leaves your lips as you arch your back at the sudden intrusion.
his deft, thick fingers brush right up against your walls, and he smirks up at you as he feels your pussy clench and flutter. his thumb is merciless as he swirls it around your bud.
"sing for me, princess." sharp nails rack down his back as he groans in appreciation, watching you slowly come to your peak as he quickened his pace, grinding his palm against your clit as he slipped in another finger. the pressure against your lower stomach increases as you grow restless, eager to get your reward.
"optimus!"
he rips his fingers out right before your peak, his eyes narrowed as you keen and beg for him. your hips squirm against him as you pout, eyes glistening with unshed tears.
he flips you on your back as the duvet surrounds you, and you eagerly help him take off his belt. the clasp clinks against the buckle as he unzips his pants.
you gulp at the prominent bulge pressing against his boxers, a small wet patch staining dark grey. he strokes himself through the fabric and groans.
deft fingers slip past the elastic as you grind the head of his cock into your palm. his eyes flutter close as his chest rumbles in a dark groan, hips canting desperately.
you only get a few strokes in before he takes your hands and pins them above your head. with his cock twitching against his stomach as he snarled at you.
he drapes himself against you, shoving your hips up at an angle to grind his length against your entrance. his eyes bore into you as you mewl, squirming and whimpering for more.
the head of his cock catches against your entrance and he thrusts slowly, teasingly, as he caught your lips into another heat searing kiss. your legs wrap around his muscular hips as he bottoms out.
the fluttering of your cunt against his cock has him rumbling against you, eyes half lidded as he bites your lip between his teeth.
"when i'm done with you..." a harsh thrust has his hitting all the right places, thick veins rubbing against your gummy walls as you clench and moan.
