That spider!Optimus tho... Can you do nsfw scenario with him and female human reader? Thanks
Ah! I’m assuming you mean herzpalter’s Blackarachnid/Optimus from the TFA Reverse AU in which Elita One and Optimus switched roles. It’s a really cool concept and, for those unfamiliar with it, you can find some comic panels that were made for it here: http://herzspalter.tumblr.com/post/105061425205/reverse-elita-one-and-optimus-tfa-a-quick
Also I’m sorry because you expressly asked for NSFW and I intended to do that but then I just kept writing and it turned into this instead. I kept trying to write to get to the juicy bits but this thing was going to become a full-fledged slow burn fanfic before I could get that to happen I’m sorry!!!
Oh shit, you’re gonna die.
You’re strung up in a web with a giant spider as big as an African elephant creeping its way towards you and it’s going to poison you and drain you of your fluids and you’re gonna die.
“Oh my? Looks like a fly has caught itself in my web.”
You watch in open-mouthed horror as the spider transforms into a giant metal mech and oh fuck, it’s Blackarachnid, oh shit, he’s going to poison you and drain you of your fluids and you’re definitely going to die and-
You inhale sharply as he grips your ankle between his thumb and index finger, plucking you nonchalantly from his web. He lifts you up to his face and you can feel a wave of dizziness hit you as all the blood in your body rushes to your head as he dangles you before him. You try to focus on the sickness and not the fanged mouth so dangerously close to you.
“Now,” he drawls, shaking you a bit, lips curling at your resulting scream. “What should I do with you?”
A witty person might respond with a quip. A brave person might spit in his eyes. But you, in this moment, are neither witty nor brave. You are terrified. And when Blackarachnid smiles unkindly at you with glowing red eyes and fangs that could cut through your flesh, all you can do is whimper under your breath, “help please somebody anybody help please oh god help help help help-”
You expect him to laugh. That’s what villains do when they have you begging and at their mercy, isn’t it? But the second the cries leave your mouth, his entire expression shifts from the fake sugar sweet to genuine disgust.
Oh god he’s really going to kill you now. You’ve pissed him off and he’s going to squish you like you’re a bug and all you can do is cry for-
“Help!” he yells, mocking and shrill, and it’s enough to shock you into silence. “Help! Help, help, help, HELP!”
You say nothing, too scared to even breathe.
“Do you finally get it? No one is coming! You can scream until your throat is raw but no one is coming to save you. If you need help then the only one who can help you is yourself.”
Blackarachnid glares, expression like acid. All four of his optics are on you but you get the impression that he’s seeing someone else.
You feel like you’re missing something. A piece of the puzzle. You’re learning something about Blackarachnid today though you can’t quite place your finger on what exactly that is.
His fingers twitch around their grip on your ankle. For a moment, you fear he’ll let you drop to the ground. You’re unsure if a drop from this distance will maim or kill you but you wonder if it might be a kinder fate than anything else he might have in store for you.
Blackarachnid does not drop you to your death. Instead, he lowers you until you are hovering only a couple feet from the ground before releasing your ankle, letting you fall in a heap. Your pride is more bruised than your body though the soreness in your rump suggests that might be pretty bruised too.
“Disgusting, pathetic little thing that you are, you wouldn’t even make a good morsel. Go home. Get out of here, before I change my mind.”
Slowly, eyes never leaving Blackarachnid, you pick yourself up from the ground. You swallow thickly, tongue dry and sticking to the roof of your mouth.
He’s sparing you. He’s letting you go, he’s letting you live, and you have no idea why. You feel like you should say something to him. Thank him, maybe? For not killing you? No, that would be silly, but, still, you have to say something. You open your mouth to speak.
“LEAVE!” he screeches, fangs and glowing optics and you need no further encouragement to turn tale and run the hell out of there as fast as your legs can carry you. Your legs are numb and your heart is pounding against your chest but you run until you reach civilization and all you can see of Blackarachnid is his memory.