POV You forgot there was a child being raised on the military vessel
coming back after several months to post more Transformers: ARK
I'm bringing back Sunstreaker/Sideswipe into the main cast because Hasbro won't do it for us.
Question, how are things going between Th Ark and his little human? that's certainly an interesting scenario I wanna see more of if u have the time.
Sure! 🔞 🌶️
Scenario- Lonely Pt 2
The Ark x Reader
• ‘No, I don’t want some generic drone. It needs to represent me,’ scrolls across his datapad as Optimus’s jaw clenches. And a file titled ‘OptimusFraggingNastyCompilation’ appears on the screen with the words ‘At this point, I have over twenty joors worth to share.’ Servos flexing on the datapad as his head lifts to stare at the little human smiling at the sweet nothings the Ark is scrolling for you, oblivious to how manipulative the huge bot is, Optimus growls. ‘And I want input on the spike and valve design.’ Optics shuttering, Optimus vents tiredly.
• Laughing internally at the look on Optimus’s face, he knows he should feel a bit guilty, but really? He’s been stuck here in the side of the mountain, damaged and have they bothered to check on him? Not even a ‘hey, you good? Need anything?’ So it’s hard to feel that bad. Getting to listen to and feel the bots with humans getting some while he’s just stuck in ship mode. Lonely. Bored. And horny. So fragging horny.
• He’s so sweet. Can’t believe you’re the soul mate to a giant, transforming alien ship. You’d always known aliens were real and as he describes all of the worlds he’s seen and that he wants to take you to, you feel like you’re finally where you belong. And when you look up, the big guy, Optimus is staring at you so you wave. Poor guy. He looks so exhausted. They’re all so nice to you, though.
• Bent over a drone frame with Ratchet and Perceptor, Wheeljack’s vocal indicators flicker pink as new text scrolls on the datapad. ‘I want a bigger spike, give it plenty of ridges and load it with sensory nets. You all owe me. And my head doesn’t look like that. You live in me and can’t even capture me properly?’ Wheeljack looks helplessly over at Ratchet as the medic vents in aggravation and the demands just keep coming. Along with the threats.
• Pleased when you giggle at him, a leg sliding on the console you’re perched on, the Ark offers you a flourish of those little heart emojis you like. Because as soon as that drone is complete, he’s going to drag you to an empty habsuite and not come out until you both need fuel. Deserves this. A companion so he’s not so alone, constantly listening to the Autobots in his care and none of them bother to talk to him. Don’t they know he’s got needs too? Like you. Definitely needs you in a berth under him and naked. Primus, he’s so frustrated and horny after listening to them getting some, feeling them rutting their humans inside him.
I'm sorry for the shit quality but I was reading and-
They're at an ark 1 memorial. And I don't wanna jump to conclusions but that's definitely supposed to say cyclonus and tailgate. Literally. Fun Easter egg, James Roberts has a nack for adding tiny, but good details fr
the difference between the Ark and Nemesis with their respective humans is so funny to me. Ark gets a chance to be a freak and immediately takes it while Nemesis is just happy to have someone to hang out that actually acknowledges they’re there.
🤣 Nemesis just side eyeing all the Decepticons like y’all are freaks, he just wants to take care of his tiny borrower that talks to him. Ark is just a bit pent up and frustrated. 🔞 🌶️
Lonely Pt 4
Ark x Reader
• Lifting the drone’s head on a growl from between your thighs, you squeak and grab for your shirt where he’d flung it as you try and cover as much of yourself as you can. Rumbling a low warning when Optimus turns his head to avert his optics, Ark presses a soft bite against your inner thigh. “I’m a bit busy,” he growls and he hears the Prime clear his vents. Had hoped he’d have longer without getting interrupted and had started cleaning you up from the last round before he’d gotten distracted and wanted to taste you. ‘We assigned you a private habsuite,’ Optimus says and that’s too funny. They assigned him a space on his own body? “I’m good right here,” he growls, head dipping.
• Staring at the far wall, anywhere but at the Ark’s drone noisily devouring his little human as they moan encouragement, a hand on his helm and hips bucking, Optimus vents tiredly. Had hoped the ship would willingly go, because they need the bridge. Need the consoles. But actually ordering the Ark to leave doesn’t sit right with him and he turns his back on the drone and his human when they squeal the ship’s name. ‘The bridge doesn’t exactly offer much in the way of privacy,’ he tries, hating the desperation in his voice.
• Skin slick with sweat, you glance at the other bot as Ark pulls your legs up until your knees are against your chest, the position almost uncomfortable as he stretches you in a slow drive, groaning about how good you feel. Squirming as his hips pump, you wonder if the big bot is his servant. Keeps coming in and trying to coax Ark into moving you somewhere else. It’s hard to hang onto your train of thought when he begins thrusting harder, the wet sound, the feel of him stroking inside you, and his snarls distracting you. Barely aware of the other bot finally leaving as his hips smack against you.
• “I’ll need an heir,” he groans, rutting inside you. “But we have plenty of time for that,” he adds raggedly, grunting as he thrusts deep. Hears you moan about giving him a little prince, your slick heat fisting his spike and he loses his rhythm, shuddering in hard drives until he’s overloading and his spike swells inside you to make you tremble with your own release. “Primus, you’re fragging perfect.”
• Shivering and overly sensitive, your heart is racing as he shifts against you and you feel his spike tugging inside you. Realize he’s swollen inside you and you’re pinned with your knees against your chest. You’d be embarrassed but he’s groaning soft praise and you feel him shudder again with a second release, his heat spreading inside you to make you feel full. Wheezing when he leans against you and you can hardly breathe for a moment when his mouth covers yours and you taste yourself on his glossa. And he smirks when you wrinkle your nose at him, feeling him brush another kiss against your cheek. He really is such a sweetheart.
Revel, i LOVE how you write the Ark being mean and a bully to the autobot but acting sweet to his little s/o (he's so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂) LOLL
Nemesis: Don’t you dare look at my tiny spouse living in the walls. You saw something? No, you didn’t
Ark: No thoughts, just manipulative pent up, aggressive horniness 🔞 🌶️
Lonely Pt 3
Ark x Reader
• ‘I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,’ Ratchet mutters, holding out his arm with a datapad in hand to bar the way to the bridge. And Optimus stares at the medic, recognizing that over it look on his face. ‘The Ark and his human are in there,’ Ratchet adds as an explanation and Optimus frowns. The ship’s only had a drone for barely a joor, there’s no way that he’d managed to not only successfully court his human, but convince them to actually do anything with him. But as he opens the door, he catches a glimpse of the two tangled together in his captain’s chair, hears the noises and he shuts the door. That has to be a new record. A horrifying record, but still. Servo still on the button as Ratchet growls that he tried to warn him, Optimus just turns and walks away. Not dealing with that right now.
• Growling as he ruts against you, thrusting urgently inside your slick heat while you hang onto him, he groans. Because you’re even better than he’d imagined. And okay, maybe he’d lied to you a little bit. Maybe you’ve somehow gotten it into your head that he’s Cybertronian royalty and that he’s claiming you as his spouse to rule by his side. It’s not like he’d said it, he’d just hinted that it was possible and you’d been all too eager to go along with it. Hips pumping, he feels you squirm under him, gasping his name. “Not yet. Wait,” he snarls, spike driving into you and you’re so tight and wet.
• Crying out as you come apart, he keeps pounding into you, his spike stretching you until you feel every ridge stroking inside you. And he’s snarling, venting raggedly as he bucks against you before you feel the heat of his release inside you. “Are we mates now?” You manage, thighs trembling. You’ve never orgasmed three times in a row before, but now that you know what you’d been missing? You’re never letting him go. And being alien royalty? With him promising to take you back to his home world to rule by his side? Yes, please.
• “Maybe one more. To be sure,” he groans, shuddering as he slips free of you and encourages you to roll onto your belly so he can cover you and try this position. Burying his spike back inside you, he wonders if he can just stay inside you. All the time. Is that an option? It’s not like he has any actual tasks or job duties except transportation. And since they crashed him into a mountain, he’s not going anywhere until they decide to dig him out. Which doesn’t seem to be high on the Autobot’s priorities list. Has so much catching up to do, anyway.
• It’s one hell of a coronation, moaning as he begins moving inside you again, you hear him growling sweet nothings and promises in your ear. Makes you feel chosen. Special. You’d always known aliens were real and you have so many questions about him and his people. Need to know so much if you’re going to rule over them. And he’s rumbling, hips pumping urgently to race impatiently for that peak again as your body winds back up. Wondering idly if you get a crown.
