I haven't posted a oneshot for a while here and this one has been sitting. Again, another Alt-Mode scene, but I love the idea of teasing Prime when he is driving.
I also have a part 2, if anyone is interested.
Summary: You were riding back with Optimus when you decided to tease a bit of uncovered protoform.
Rated: PG (human/transformer relationship, suggestive content, fluff)
Metal and Mischief
The hum of Optimus Prime’s engine was a steady, comforting rhythm beneath you as you lounged in his alt mode, the semi-truck cabin enveloping you in warmth. It was a peaceful evening—just the two of you, the quiet hum of Cybertronian technology beneath your fingertips, and the open road stretching endlessly ahead.
Optimus had offered you a ride back to base after a long mission, and you hadn't hesitated. Any excuse to spend time with him was a good one, though neither of you had yet dared to put words to the tension that hung between you.
As your fingers drummed absently against the console, your gaze landed on a section of exposed metal near the dashboard—a place where his plating didn’t fully cover, revealing a glimpse of his protoform beneath. It gleamed under the dim light, and you suddenly recalled a conversation with Ratchet about how unarmored protoform was highly sensitive.
A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips.
Would it really be so bad to test it out?
With deliberate slowness, you traced your fingertip lightly over the exposed area, barely skimming the surface. The reaction was immediate.
The engine rumbled, a deep, startled growl that sent vibrations through the seat. The radio—previously silent—crackled to life before abruptly cutting out again.
"Ah—" Optimus' voice came through the speakers, his normally composed tone faltering just slightly. "What... was that?"
Feigning innocence, you let your fingers linger, tracing lazy circles over the metal. "Hmm? Oh, nothing. Just admiring your craftsmanship, Prime."
Another rumble, deeper this time. His entire frame seemed to tense beneath you, and for the first time, you heard something akin to a strained ex-vent.
"That... is an exceptionally sensitive area," he admitted, voice lower now, tinged with something you couldn't quite place.
"Oh?" You leaned forward, letting your fingers dance a little more purposefully. "You mean—like this?"
A sharp static noise flickered through the speakers, and the entire truck lurched just slightly, as if he had momentarily lost control.
"Enough," he rumbled, the sheer warning in his voice sending a delightful shiver down your spine.
You should have stopped.
But you didn't.
Grinning, you let your fingers tease the metal once more, featherlight and playful.
The reaction was instant.
The entire vehicle suddenly stopped. Not slowed—stopped dead, tires screeching against the pavement. Before you could even gasp, the truck shifted, metal plates shifting and folding around you as he transformed.
Within moments, you were no longer seated in his alt mode but standing in front of Optimus Prime himself. His optics burned with something intense—something raw.
He took a single step forward, and suddenly, you were caged between his massive form and the solid frame of a nearby rock face.
His optics swept over you, glowing hot, his expression unreadable—until his faceplates parted, and he leaned down.
Then his lips were on yours.
It was nothing like you’d ever imagined—fierce, consuming, searing with passion and something deeper, something that had been restrained for far too long. His kiss left no room for hesitation, his large servos bracing on either side of you, as if you were the only thing in his world at that moment.
When he finally pulled back, his voice was lower than you'd ever heard it, a husky growl laced with something dangerous.
"You keep that up," he murmured, optics locked onto yours, "and you might find out what else I can do."
Heat pooled in your stomach, your breath catching as you stared up at him.
You had definitely awakened something in the Prime.
Summary: Kim Doyoung was born into the royal family in the same generation of his much superior cousin from the neighboring kingdom, Lee Taeyong.
Struggling with being seen as a much inferior choice and being a royalty, Doyoung knew from a young age that it was impossible for him to get married because of love.
At nineteen, Doyoung may have been wrong after all.
Author: Khanhlinh
Status: Completed
Length: Three Shot
Rated: PG
Genre: Romance, Angst
Summary: Baekhyun and Chanyeol have been dating for 4 years now and they were stilling strong or so Baekhyun thinks. Even after all the girls Chanyeol brought home and all the cold looks and hurtful words. When is enough, enough for Baekhyun? Will he break down under the pressure and leave Chanyeol or will his love for him overcome it and stay with him?
I loved you even when you brought the girls home.
I loved you even when you came home late retaking of perfume.
I loved you when you forced me to sleep on the couch so you can have the bedroom with whoever you brought home.
I loved you when you refused to show me any sign of affection.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Fandom: Avengers / Captain America
Author: 74days
Author’s summary: Bucky Barnes is a popular teacher of Arithmancy at Hogwarts - he loves his job and supports his students any way he can. So when the new Charms teacher transfers over from Salem and it looks like Bucky's dragging his feet about asking him out - his students take matters into their own hands.
summary | baekhyun goes to chanyeol’s studio to drop off coffee for him, but finds a very frustrated chanyeol in working on a song
word count | 457w
note | for anon! thank you for requesting love and i’m so so sorry this is supER LATE :( i’m sorry it’s short too, i wanted it to be short and sweet just based on what you requested. i hope it’s alright anyway!
“Hey,” a knock, and a twist of the door knob. “I brought you your coffee, Yeollie.”
There’s a lack of response from Chanyeol, whom has his headphones plugged in and over his ears. He’s clicking away, modifying a song he has been working on for the past few weeks. The song occasionally plays in his ears, which it is now, and Baekhyun can hear it faintly.
Chanyeol curses under his breath then, removing the headphones and leaning back in his chair. A tiny smile curves at the corners of Baekhyun’s lips as he closes the door behind him. The sound has Chanyeol jerking his head over to Baekhyun, and the same smile appearing on his face.
“I didn’t even hear you come in, Baek.”
Baekhyun comes closer and hands one of the venti cups in his hands to Chanyeol.
“Of course you didn’t,” he snorts. Baekhyun plants a gentle kiss on the top of Chanyeol’s head, then pulling the other chair next to him. “How’s it going, love?”
Chanyeol takes a sip and sighs exasperatedly. “I’m kind of stumped with the bridge. I’ve got the lyrics from Jongdae and Yixing-hyung, just… it’s frustrating right now.”
Baekhyun hums, and sips his coffee as well. “Let me hear what you have so far.”
With a nod of his head, Chanyeol removes the headphone jack, and drags the line to the beginning. He presses the spacebar and the song fills the room and Baekhyun’s ears. Baekhyun squeezes Chanyeol’s hand, listening to the piece intently. It sounds incredible already, the instrumentals and faint background voices blending smoothly. It calms Baekhyun — until it stops abruptly without a bridge.
A smile curves to the crevices of Baekhyun’s mouth, and he glances at Chanyeol. “It sounds great.”
Baekhyun chuckles and kisses Chanyeol’s hand. “And you succeed.”
“Thanks, Baek.” Chanyeol’s smile fades. “Still, the bridge has really stumped me.”
Baekhyun reaches up to Chanyeol’s bangs, brushing them from his eyes. He lets his fingers glide down the ends of Chanyeol’s hair, then cups his cheek.
“I might not be much help to you,” Baekhyun starts softly, rubbing Chanyeol’s cheek with his thumb. “But I know you’ll get there, and I’ll be right by you no matter what.”
Chanyeol smiles wordlessly, bites his lip, and leans into Baekhyun’s hand, touching it with his own. He kisses Baekhyun’s palm.
“Thank you.”
“No need to thank me, babe.” Baekhyun stands, standing beside Chanyeol’s chair. “I’m just doing what I do best.”
“Hmm, and that’s more than enough. I love you.”
“I love you more, though.”
“Not possible.”
Baekhyun snorts before lining his lips with Chanyeol’s in a ginger manner. At this moment, Baekhyun thinks, nothing could be more perfect.
Hi anonnn I’m sorry this took so long..i always feel like i need to apologize bc i just don’t get onto this account often enough to see requests sometimes, but I found a few long distance soonhoon. Sadly, none of them are chaptered, but if anyone knows of other ones please say so!
You were mine (ao3)
Jihoon and Soonyoung live multiple hours apart and try to maintain their relationship…emphasis on the try UMMM i’ve said this one in another rec but honestly this is by far the best long distance soonhoon out there
Promise (wattpad)
long distance relationships take a toll on people and jihoon is just tryin to cope and sometimes coping means taking it out on soonyoung
simple (aff)
this story follows jihoon throughout his life and falling in and out of love with soonyoung