Description: Just a “short” little drabble about Optimus accidentally triggering his more… organic characteristics.
Contents: Female Reader, Size Kink, Mentions of Masturbation, Heat/Rut Dynamics (kinda), No Prep (lol), Use of “Little One”, Breeding Kink (kinda)
Word Count: 3327
Author’s Note: Uhhhhh yeah, I don’t know the exact details of the mechanics of this story… The main idea is that he gets affected by an ancient Cybertronian artifact and it makes him go all primal. Also please pretend that he can fit inside a garage (and you). I hope you enjoy my silly little thoughts, even though my writing skills are a bit rusty, and check out @/raspberrighost’s artworks for the size scaling I had in mind (they’re beautiful).
“It has been… torturous. I feel akin to a beast in heat. I am not used to these feelings of carnal desire; these unending lecherous fantasies that plague my processor.”
“Whatever you think you need to get through this, I’ll provide it. I told you I would always be on your side, Optimus. And I didn’t just mean in the war.”
Something’s going on with Optimus.
Ironhide and Ratchet wouldn’t tell you what it was - only that he was a little under the weather, that he needed some time to be fixed up, and that you needed to leave him alone. They instructed you to leave him alone in the garage where he’s been cooped up, and that no matter what: never go inside.
The two inexplicably left together the next day, on the hunt for something to “reverse the effects before they got worse”. Whatever that meant. It certainly didn’t appease your worries in the slightest.
You tried being patient, you tried to follow instructions. You tried to ignore the deep grunts and low rumbles and the unending hum of machinery that you could hear even inside the house.
But by the seventh day, you were fed up and out of your mind with concern.
You lingered outside the locked garage, trying to beg your way inside.
“I’m not opening the door.” He growls out, voice strained. “Leave.”
“Optimus…” You start. He can visualize your pout, and it makes him groan. “I haven’t seen you in over a week, I’m worried.”
His voice is tense as he grunts out your name. After a long silence, he continues with a little more gentleness. His demeanour softens as he lets out a sigh. "I know you missed me, little one, but I'm fine. Please, I need you to leave."
"I don't believe that. Just once, I want to see you once." You mumble sweetly, he can hear the upset in your tone, and it makes him weak.
There's another moment of silence as he speaks up again.
"I don't want you to see me like this." He seems to hesitate before saying, "Just go. Please." You can hear his breaths come out in deep sighs, his mechanics whirring on overdrive, and… something else? Something… slick in the background.
“Optimus?” You mutter again. “C’mon, don’t do this. Just let me in.”
"Don’t. Don't say my name like that." A growl. A few pants. There's a hint of desperation and pleading in his words this time. "I’m fine. Just listen to me. I need you to leave. Now."
You really don’t like how constrained he sounds. What was going on?
"You don't sound okay. Please," You whisper, voice soft and pleading, "let me in.”
“I- for Primus’s sake.” He huffs out.
The clanking of metal. The churn of his gears. Footsteps. The lock clicking.
Your heart begins to race as you realize you were finally going to get to see him again.
The metal divider folds up, and his hulking frame looms over you.
You take a quick assessment.
He’s a little more bulky than you remember, his figure wracked with heaving breaths, the metal of his plates glinting. Glinting? With what? Autobots don’t sweat. They also usually don’t have a…
You gulp, eyes trained on the area between his tibulen, where a leaking shaft now resided.
A growl rumbles in his throat before he wraps his digits around your waist, trying his best to be gentle despite his condition. Your figure was so different than his own, the soft curves of your body completely opposite to his hard angles. The feeling of your delicate frame in his hand makes another wave of arousal wash over him. He lifts you up close to his face as he closes the garage door again, and you’re flooded in darkness as he slumps on the ground.
There's something strangely... exhilarating about being treated like this by him.
His servo releases its grip on you, flattening out for you to sit on, and you quickly settle in his palm. Your concern for him takes over your attention once more. You reach up to touch the cold, smooth metal of his cheek plate, caressing him gently with your thumbs.
"What’s going on?"
A shiver runs down his spine as your touch causes him to let out a low rumble. Your sweet voice and scent surround his senses, and it fills his processor with filthy, inappropriate thoughts of you wrecked underneath him.
"I told you to stay away..."
"Well, I'm here anyways," You whisper gently, refusing to let his gruff demeanour scare you away. "I want to help."
Optimus’s next words are laboured as he leans back against the wall, trying his best to control his urges while keeping you cradled in his hand.
"There’s nothing you can do.”
“Then at least tell me what’s happening. I’m worried.”
“We found a cube… Its origins are from Cybertron, although we don’t know how it managed to land on Earth yet.” Each word reverberates around you, his baritone deep enough to make your very core tremble. “Ratchet hypothesized that it could upgrade us… that it could imbue us with Cybertron’s energy, and help us in the war.”
“But..?”
“But… all it did was change my form… change me.”
You dare to look down, taking in the large mechanical rod, leaking lubricant with every pulse.
“Is that why…?”
“Yes.” He growls out. “It has been… torturous. I feel akin to a beast in heat. I am not used to these feelings of carnal desire; these unending lecherous fantasies that plague my processor.”
An unusual heat simmers in his fuel lines, his cables, his entire frame. His vents are working overtime trying to cool him down while he imagines the things he could do to you, the ways he could take you.
“It is not ideal for you to remain here much longer. I fear my self-control is withering.”
“I don’t want to leave you alone, Optimus. I don’t want you to suffer.” You earnestly protest, flashing him the most pleading expression that you could muster up as you sat up on your knees, eyes wide and doey.
“I am suffering more now than I have all week. You are tempting me to be uncouth.” The disdain he tries to imply is lost between the obvious need that rolls off his glossa.
His optics scan over you, taking in the way you’re sitting so prettily in his servo, so damn small. His brain module is already imagining the size difference in intimate moments, how he could so easily overpower you, have you at his mercy.
But, no. He couldn’t. He wouldn’t do that to you.
With all the strength he can muster, he lowers his hand, placing you back onto the ground.
“Leave, little one.”
You’re not so easily deterred.
With a bit of effort, you manage to climb up onto one of his tibulen, seating yourself on the smooth metal plate.
Optimus makes no move to stop you, only watching with rough breaths, his vocalizer filling the space with static.
His servos move with a processor of their own once you settle, shaking from the effort of holding back as they come to rest on your thighs. As large and powerful as they have the capability of being, they are surprisingly gentle as they knead your softness, his thumb even going so far as to push up the hem of your shirt.
“You humans are so stubborn…” He scolds, but his shaky tone betrays him once again.
He can feel the warmth of your skin against his sensors, his rod twitching again as another wave of lust short-circuits him.
His sensibilities are fading alarmingly fast, his hands fully slipping under your shirt to cup your waist – skin to steel. The feeling of your body under his touch is making his systems go haywire, and Primus, he needs more.
His optics darken, focusing on you, and he easily shifts you to properly straddle his thigh.
He completely dwarfs you, surrounds you, bod wracked with heaves as his vents try to counteract the pure heat radiating from his spark.
“Whatever you think you need to get through this, I’ll provide it. I told you I would always be on your side, Optimus. And I didn’t just mean in the war.” Your voice is soft as you offer yourself up to him, trying your best to sound just the right amount of sweet and alluring.
As generous as you’re being, it’s not without any selfishness of your own.
You had long harboured feelings for the Autobot. His compassion, his wisdom, his strength, his size – all of it had made your knees buckle and your core burn hot since the first encounter. Many nights you had stayed up late, hand sliding beneath your soaking panties as you imagined him above you; imagined his voice rumbling through your frame as he folded you in half, pleasing you. Ruining you.
It was a fantasy you had accepted would never come to be. Optimus was too busy with the war, too sensible to get involved with a human, and he didn’t have the right parts, anyway. Except, now he did.
And Primus, was it the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.
Sturdy and metallic, shiny and sleek. And so, so thick. It looked like it was made to stretch you out, to nudge at your cervix and press against every spot imaginable in your tiny little cunt. You could already imagine him struggling to slide it in, although with the amount of fluid leaking from the slit, it might not even be a struggle at all.
“Are you truly not intimidated by the implication of your proposition?” His deep voice lumbers, his grip on your hips tightening every so slightly, as if a warning.
He was so much bigger – stronger than you in every way imaginable – but instead of being afraid, you just shook your head, hands boldly reaching for the hem of your shirt and tugging it off. You know he would never hurt you, even with the heat in his spark and the lust in his cables, you trusted him completely.
His optics went wide at your sudden toplessness, his processor freezing at the sight of your soft chest, now exposed. There’s a burning sensation in his chassis, his spark flaring in his chest as his reservations completely deplete.
His shaft begins to ache in a way he’s never experienced before, the sensors that reside there so desperate for friction that his hips involuntarily rut up into the air, shifting his thigh under you. You squeak at the sudden movement, your own thighs clamping around him to stabilize yourself, and you moan as your core slides against his plate.
He groans, his modulator letting out a thundering baritone sound as he lifts you by your hips, setting you down on the garage floor and following your form. He climbs over you, completely covering your body with his, hovering over you on his knee guards.
“You are so…” His vernacular escapes him, the image of you under him – cheeks darkened, eyes blown, and tits out – is the only thing in his helm.
He doesn’t know if he wants to call you foolish or ravishing.
“I’d do anything for you, Optimus.” You declared, the adrenaline and desire pumping through your veins giving you an audacity that you didn’t know you possessed. “You should know that.”
“What is it that is making you say such things? Loyalty?” He questions in a grumble, his servos pinching at your bottoms, wondering if he should just rip them off. But despite how unnaturally turned on he is at the moment, he won’t take advantage of your strange, unwavering devotion to him.
“I just… want you. And I know you want me too, even if it’s just until this passes. You can use me.”
His spark flares in his chest so hard he fears it might burn out at your audacious words.
“Primus.” He growls, actually growls, like some type of heat-crazed animal.
He doesn’t need any more encouragement, his digits pulling at your pants, the flimsy fabric giving way easily to his strength until your underwear is revealed to him. His optics darken at the noticeable wet patch in the cotton, his processor blanks, and his rod drips out even more lubricant.
The tip of his finger prods at your covered folds, dragging over your puffy clit and nudging at your twitching entrance as he watches with rapt attention.
You squirm from the sensation, way more worked up than you wanted to let out, and you bite your lip to stifle a whimper as your hips chase his touch.
“Stay still.” Optimus commands, his other servo moving to hold you in place, large enough to cup both your waist and thigh.
His finger slips underneath your underwear, and you let out the most pornographic moan of your life when he actually presses against your sensitive bud, circling and rubbing.
“Op–Optimus…” You mewled out, knees bending and shifting as you tried to cope with the blissful sensations he was blessing you with.
His finger hooks around the seat of your panties, tugging them down your legs and off your ankles until you’re completely bare under him, trembling and needy.
"I have never felt desire this powerful until I met you." He states, his voice rough with need as his optics scan you. “Do not think it is just your body I am wanting.”
He's still being gentle, hyper-aware of the power he holds over you, the potential to accidentally hurt you. But the lust coursing through him is making it harder and harder to hold back.
“Tell me… how is it that humans copulate?” He questions in a low rasp. He wants to do this right, even if, for some reason, his instincts are telling him to just force his shaft inside your tiny body and mount you until you’re bred.
“I– there isn’t exactly a specific way… Just do what you want.”
“What I want? What I want is to have you wrapped around my rod as I claim your body as mine.” He confesses, still hovering over you, pushing your knees up to your chest and watching your fluttering hole drool with anticipation.
You gulp. It’s sort of hitting you now just how large he actually is, wondering if you’ve bitten off more than you can chew – more than you can manage to take.
Both of his servos hook underneath your knees, holding your thighs down, keeping you folded in half for him.
Holy shit. This is actually happening.
You let out a pathetic whimper when his cock slides across your puffy little cunt, the metal shaft nestled between your folds and resting on your twitching clit.
You’re so tiny and delicate beneath him, and the primal urges he’s been fighting all week ultimately winning the battle against his decorum. His systems burn hot at the thought of it – fucking into that tight little hole of yours until he's spilling deep inside of you, leaving his mark where no one else will ever know again.
His hips rock forward, slit leaking lubricant that gets spread all over your pretty pussy, his voicebox letting out static and groans that reverberate in the garage.
His helm tips back with a low, ragged moan. His optics temporarily go offline, his entire body shuddering with relief and ecstasy as he finally feels the friction he’s been needing, sensors overloading his capacities.
“Oh my God– Optimus…” You weakly call out, feeling his rod cant against you, your insides clenching around nothing.
Your breath catches when you feel the head of his shaft catch on your entrance, almost slipping inside.
“W-wait– what about prep?”
“Prep?” He repeats in a grumble, his hips continuing to move.
Your lips part to explain the concept of foreplay to him, but it’s too late. A squeal escapes you as he pushes into your velvety walls, your cunt clenching around the unexpected intrusion. It’s only the tip, but Primus you’re already being so stretched.
“Optimus–” You squeak out, all words escaping your diction as you try to breathe through the stinging. “W-wait,”
The Autobot immediately stills, optics scanning your face and recognizing discomfort. He can feel the way your body tenses beneath him, your tightness clamping down on his rod.
“Sorry, little one.” He apologizes, voice rough but still soft-spoken. One of his servos moves, heading between your thighs so that the pad of his thumb digit can rub against your twitching clit – he thinks he saw something on the internet once that it would help. His other fingers curl around your backside, providing you with stability as he lifts your hips up just slightly.
Immediately, you mewl, walls fluttering again as your hips wriggle from the pleasure. Optimus deliberately leaks more lubrication directly into your hole, trying to make the glide easier.
“May I try again, now?” He asks for permission, still gently toying with your twitching bud.
“Mm… Mhm…” You nodded, now only capable of making whiny noises. You’re already so wrecked, and he hasn’t even truly begun.
He pulls back slightly, then lets out a low groan as he pushes forward again, this time sinking deeper into your silky depths. He repeats the motion, staying patient and clement until he’s fully sheathed inside, his crotch pressed to yours.
You’re still pulsing around him, a mixture of your slick and his fluid dripping around his shaft and down your ass.
God, you’re so full. It’s incomprehensible. You can feel him in your lungs, nestled so deep inside that there’s no part of your pussy his cock isn’t pressed against. It’s hard to breathe, to think, to do anything but savour the way he’s found home and heaven in your cunt.
You’re so tight, so warm, and so perfect around him. It’s overwhelming in the best way possible. He continues to let your body adjust to him, trying to keep his focus on soothing you with his thumb instead of ravaging you.
Once you relax a bit, you whisper out a quiet “okay”, knowing that his audials would pick up on your meek assent without an issue.
He gives a slow roll of his hips just to feel how perfectly you take every inch of him; groaning softly when those sweet walls clench down on his shaft like they never want to let go again.
“You feel so good around me, little one.” His voicebox crackles out, and it takes every single ounce of power he has to not slam himself into your tiny frame.
He’s desperate to have more of you, to just keep you under him, to just keep you close as he fucks you with the restraint of a saint.
He can feel the way your body just trembles against him, the way you tighten around him as he moves, his shaft dragging against your walls every time he pulls out just to slide back in.
His processors feel like they’re fraying. He can barely think straight, not when he's buried inside of you, allowing that burning ecstasy to overtake his systems. The only thing he can feel is the heat of your body, the hot pressure of your walls around him.
His thrusts start to get slightly faster; lewd, wet sounds ringing out as he makes your pussy gush. He wants to keep this good for you, but there’s an indescribable, all-consuming need deep in his core that tells him to keep going until he properly claims you.
You’re letting out babbled moans and shaky whines, caught off guard with the new pace, but you’re too weak to do anything but take what he gives you. You wouldn’t protest anyway. Not when it feels this good. Not when you’re the one who offered yourself up to him.
You’re so undeniably ruined, stuffed to the brim, all twitches and whimpers as he replaces any thoughts in your head with fuzz.
He can’t wait to have you full of his completion, his seed. He can’t wait to see if it’ll take. He can’t wait to keep you all to himself.
He hopes he can retain this form forever, so there’s not another day he has to go without experiencing the primal bliss of your body underneath his.
i hope you guys enjoyed!! this was just meant to be a drabble but i got wayyyy too into it lol.
Heyy I had a request. What if Optimus Prime is cuddling with a human woman, and he notices that she's ovulating and gets aroused by it? And he kind of inspects her body
Optimus Prime cuddling is not something I knew I would ever need this much, also this is a long one. 5,404 words
Bayverse! Optimus Prime x (Human Female) Reader | 18+ “Something More”
“You’re so tense…” The warmth of his neck cabling felt so alive under the pads of your finger tips. Beneath the soft mesh of the cabling was a rigid mass. Surely this was akin to something like a cramp to humans. As you pressed harder the mech winced beneath you.
You hadn’t meant to make his pain worse at all, prompting a wave of guilt washed over you. You straddled him while sitting, his chassis hot against your bottom. His backstrut tensed against the soft coverings you spread across the floor for him. The feeling of them was unnatural, but they helped ease the strain of his many cycles without a well adjusted recharge.
You turned your attention to the other side of his neck cabling and his optics followed your movements. “Are you still with me, Optimus?” He nodded his helm tiredly in response. The metallic lenses of his optics fluttered and you couldn’t help but be encapsulated by his mannerisms. He was so different, yet so similar. His expressions, gestures and tone all registered to you as if he were human too. You mentally disciplined yourself to focus on helping rather than staring.
As hard as it was to concentrate when he was mass-displaced, you’d have to set that intrigue aside if you wanted to be attentive to his needs. Your little hands could get into places between his armor that he couldn’t with his own servos. That was your expertise to him, able to ease and massage that tense frame of his.
The trust within the bond the two of you shared made this possible. He placed a servo on your back and eased you in closer to his frame, the touch gentle yet firm. “So, how was your day?” That question was something you’d ask him frequently, but today it just felt out of place and even inappropriate to ask.
With how tense his protoform was under the neck cabling, you could take an educated guess on that. “I can’t tell you…” His tone was apologetic and you chose not to grill him for further information. What sucked was you didn’t have that kind of clearance to be able to know about certain things going on and off the base. He’d tell you bits and pieces of what he could, maybe even a little more than he was supposed to…
As one of the very few civilians on base you knew far more than the others but that’s because he trusted you enough to share things with you. Your hand found a particularly tight area right under his chassis and his expression became far more relaxed as your fingers gently massaged it. His free servo positioned itself on your waist and kept you angled as you searched for any sensitive areas between his audial fins.
The tips of his digits massaged into the side of your waist, returning the favor unintentionally. When you glanced back at his faceplate you noticed him staring and looked away, a heat raising within your cheeks. Just friends. Friends that trust each other a lot, that's it.
That was the truth, but when he looked at you there was something else present in his optics, and it wasn’t just trust. He could feel it too. His optics examined you the exact same way you examine him. Different, yet so similar.
A shiver ran over you with his longing stare so you cleared your throat. “Alright you big metal bucket of rust, you’re alright and relaxed.” You tried to sit up but both of his big servos held you in place firmly. Your hips rocked on his chassis as you tried to wiggle out of his grip and there was a glint of humor within his tired blue optics.
Optimus gently lowered your top half down further to him until your face was a mere few inches from his own. You watched as his nasal bridge adjusted as his olfactory receptors took in a scent, maybe two. An optical bridge raised and he allowed you to sit yourself back up. That was a far different scent than he was used to you having. As different as it was, his systems recognized it immediately.
It shouldn’t distract him as much as it did as he has identified the same scent amongst humans before but with you it became disruptive. You were what Ratchet called ‘ovulating’ with something else mixed in this time. “Is there something wrong?” His optics flicked over to meet your eyes and for a moment he felt a hint of shame.
He was far more disciplined than that. As a Prime the mech spent eons of being controlled and methodical, and yet he scents the indication of potential mating along with arousal and almost unravels. “There is nothing wrong.” The rumbles of his deep voice had you adjusting your hips on his chassis. He noticed that.
You didn’t believe him at all but chose to only to avoid the thoughts of having done something to make him this uncomfortable. His servos on your hips continued to keep you in place while you both mentally dwelled on something unsaid between the two of you.
If he wasn’t uncomfortable then what could he possibly be hiding at the moment. The stoic old mech was vulnerable enough around you to show you various sides of him but now he appeared to be hiding all that away. Optimus sat up, sliding you down to his lap and keeping you there. You were now looking up at him instead of looking down at him and further away from his faceplate entirely.
“There’s clearly something wrong.” You folded your arms together glaring up at him and he acknowledged your irritation by moving a servo to the small of your back allowing the warmth to radiate there. “Easy.” Which was both a command and an attempt to deescalate from him. That scent was still there to beguile him while your writhing form stirred something within him.
You wanted off of his lap, immediately. If he was just going to deflect from the situation then he could do that alone in his quarters by himself. The future loud complaints you had in the back of your throat were drowned into silence when he lifted you up to pull you into a kiss. As much as you wanted to be surprised, you couldn’t, there was always something resonating there and unmentioned.
The taste of his mouth against yours was more than just foreign and alien. It was pleasant, so pleasant that it made you feel warmth at your thighs. As his glossa explored the inside of your mouth you realized it was strangely softer than you thought it would be.
Maybe they are just like humans, they just have a rather hard metal exterior compared to soft human skin. Even his lips or dermas as they called them were made of a more pliable metal that the rest of him. It had some give to it, and that excited you. The way his mouth moved against yours was a telltale sign of something else brewing.
Abruptly he pulled away from the kiss, he then stared at you momentarily with turmoil in his optics. Clearly trying to find every possible justification for what he was going to do. All the excuses he’d have to have handy to explain this if the relationship the two of you shared took this route. It would be controversial… to say the least. Yet that didn't seem to deter him from you.
His thumb digit ghosted over your lips, the physical touch reminding him that the kiss you two shared actually happened, and he was responsible. You were so much smaller and softer than him and the thought of him injuring you during such an act kept him at bay for the time being.
You’d be in grave danger if the mech began a much more intimate relationship with you. Keeping this a secret would be difficult and internally you both knew that. The warmth of his servo heated your palm as you placed your hand on top of it. The conflict radiating off of him happened to bother you.
“Optimus, it’s okay I promise. You’re not going to hurt me.” As if you two were already spark bonded, you could tell just what he was thinking. Always knowing just what to say to ease the Prime, it was certainly a talent of yours.
Your mouths connected in a kiss for a brief moment before you felt his servos guiding you onto your back. “This only happens if you want it to. I am not going to be disappointed if you refuse me.” Chivalrous as usual. You flashed Optimus a smile as you guided his servos down to your hips.
How could you refuse him? He’d saved your life more times than you’d even be able to remember, he’s gentle with you, he’s learned to trust you, and if you’re being honest he’s actually really attractive for someone that’s not even human.
“I don’t think I’d ever be able to deny you, Chief.” Chief. The nickname you gave him the day he brought you to the now back in operations N.E.S.T base after an accidental run in. Once on base he was far too busy to even acquaint himself with you, so you called and referred to him as Chief for almost an entire day before he finally introduced himself. To you the nickname just fit, you rarely use it now after he’s told you that you don’t have to formally address him.
After hearing that his optics dimmed slightly. A particularly heavy vent left his intake. Suddenly he likes that nickname. His servo hooked itself underneath your shirt in the process of pulling it off, but then he paused to look at you. In your own alien way he found you beautiful. You resembled a cybertronian femme so much but your uniqueness of your species made you special to him.
The shirt you wore was grabbed and lifted off by your own hands. You sat up just to unhook your bra band’s clasps and free your bare breasts. “Please don’t let me be the only impatient one.” There was humor in your voice, but little did you know his spike ached dreadfully behind his interface panel. He’d give anything to free it but he didn’t want to potentially scare you so early on.
He helped you remove everything else you wore, but you could sense the hesitancy in his actions. As if he was still unsure about all of this. You were so eager before and now you held your exposed legs tightly shut, finally the seriousness of the situation setting in and making you absurdly nervous.
Reality hit you hard when you remembered you’d never done anything like this before. That’s right, there was still the chance you could utterly embarrass yourself in front of the mech from lack of experience. Optimus noticed your shut legs and raised an optic ridge, you were just eager moments ago and now you seemed unwilling.
“If this isn’t something you want then we can just stop.“ You shook your head no as you tried to find the right words to explain to him what had you so shaken up. The expression on his faceplate did little to hide his confusion so you just blurted out your situation.
“So this is going to be my first time.” Saying it out loud didn’t ease you, not even just a little. You expected him to look at you with regret but there was only a countenance of understanding. A servo lifted up your face to his own faceplate and the two of you were close enough to kiss again.
“I will be very gentle with you. We will do this slowly.” He meant every word to you. He was going to try his hardest to control his strength and keep you from being overwhelmed. The fact that you trusted him enough to allow him to be your first made his spark hum within its casing.
After a few deep breaths you were calm enough to allow him to position his helm between your now parted thighs. His gaze lingered upon your sex making you feel rather self conscious, which was short lived once you felt the swipe of his glossa at your core. His ‘saliva’ if it could even be called that slathered along your slit. For him you were far from being anatomically different from a cybertronian femme, even the positioning of it. was the same. Which meant that he thankfully already knew just how to please you.
The next time his glossa came into contact with your cunt, it was to glide across the sensitive bundle of nerves between your folds. That gesture made you gasp and your hips involuntarily buck up into his faceplate. That kind of heat and wetness against it was unlike anything you’ve ever been able to do with your fingers or with a toy. He began circling the tip of his glossa around your clit and that made you writhe and moan loudly. The slowness of it felt like he was teasing but he promised he’d be gentle with you and take this slow.
He got closer to your slit and took your clit into his intake and you immediately tried to shut your legs. A quick servo of his stopped you while keeping one leg parted and letting the other close around his audial fin. His other servo slid up your heaving chest, digits rolling one of your nipples. Clearly he was just as intrigued about your body as you were with his.
His movements became faster and you threw your head back. Your hands became tangled in the plush blankets below you as you felt the hot pressure building within your abdomen. There was no way you were about to finish this fast, it was almost shameful.
A few more circles with his glossa before he closed his dermas around that precious bundle again and you came undone under him. The orgasm was quick but your cunt clenched and spasmed fiercely. Your climax didn’t make him stop pleasuring you, in fact he believed you needed more. That servo of his which fondled your perky nipples descended down, its destination between your legs. His pointer digit gathered some of your wetness on its tip before he gently pushed in inside you.
His finger was of course much larger than your own so the stretch didn’t surprise you. His intake never left your sex as his optics looked up to you to make sure you were handling this okay. When he was sure you weren’t in any pain he pumped his digit inside you while you mewled. The grip you had around his digit worried him, it created some doubt about whether he could actually fit his spike inside of you.
What relieved him was that you could take his digit all the way past the last joint, proving you had far more depth to you than expected. His audio receptors captured every whine, moan and gasp that left your lips. If only he knew he could get you to create sounds like these much sooner.
Your second orgasm was actually tear jerking, just so immensely powerful that your eyes rolled back and stayed there for a moment. The rhythmical circles he worked around the precious bundle with his glossa combined with his digit pumping into you would be the death of you. Even during the high of that climax his motions didn’t cease, he didn’t budge when your thigh pushed firmly against his audial fin.
When he removed his digit from your walls and replaced it with his glossa you saw stars. The size difference between his digit and glossa made you whine. In the Prime’s processors he consistently reminded himself that he needed to be gentle with you but the desire to taste you overpowered all of that. And no it wouldn’t have been enough to taste it from his digit, he needed it straight from your core.
Witnessing the usually very composed mech behave this way was startling to you. All that hard work he’d done to restrain himself, his discipline and morals becoming completely futile in a moment of intimacy. His glossa meticulously roamed your begging walls while you writhed in his grip. To him this moment of risk was well worth its reward, the taste of you within his intake proved to be sweet and palatable.
When his interface panel slid off with a loud hiss his shoulder axles unstiffened, the confinement of his spike a mere memory. The relief he felt was immense. To keep his interface panel sealed while his pressurized spike pulsated against it was borderline torture. Yet he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again to make you feel comfortable and prevent you from being overwhelmed.
He pressed two digits into you this time to collect your slick and applied it to his hardened spike. You caught a glimpse of the slickened metallic shaft standing tall at his hips and your attention focused there. He squeezed himself to show you that it had some give to it and you let out a relieved sigh. Even with that positive factor it still seemed just far too big.
“I’m going to be gentle.” Which came out more like he was reminding himself than easing your worries. That overwhelming feeling of doubt within his processors about whether this will work would stay stagnant until he actually made an attempt. While looking at your dripping slit his hardened spike twitched causing you to shudder.
You even clenched a little seeing its abrupt movement at his hip-struts. He moved to get on top of you, spike accidentally sliding against your slit causing you both let out a small moan. A pronounced moan in that deep voice of his had you clenching around nothing. You were so eager and overly excitable that he probably didn’t even need to touch you to cause a reaction.
While on your back you lifted your head up to look down and see that thick red and blue plated shaft he was angling at your entrance. Before the tip dipped between your thighs it dribbled and left a dense clear fluid trail from your belly button to your sex. Soon you felt the head of it pressing at your dripping hole. ‘Far too big’ you thought as he attempted to press in for the second time after being unsuccessful.
He tried again pressing it at the opening slightly hard that time and the result was the same as last time. “Wait there’s an easier way. I could uh just sit on top of you and gravity will help us?” Your voice became meek the further you explain the suggestion. The explicitly of it sounding completely out of place coming from you, and the notion that he may not even be a mech that would want a ‘femme’ on top of him anyways.
Optimus hesitated for a moment, clearly not as keen about switching positions just as you expected. You were going to tell him nevermind but he rolled over onto his back-strut pulling you on top of him. The movement was quick and swift and yet you still squealed expecting to somehow be crushed in the process. “Sorry.” His tone was apologetic, but you could have swore from the corner of your eye that you saw just the faintest smile just before it vanished.
Ignoring his oddly sly behavior you focused on the thing you’ve been waiting for him to give you this entire time. Your hand reached down between your legs and wrapped around his spike and it felt just as warm as the rest of him. The metal plating of it had just as much squish to it as the metal of his faceplate.
This skin of his never ceased to amaze you, soft pliable metal in some areas and strong hard metal in others. His spike was rather heavy in your hand, the weight of it making it even more imposing. Truthfully you weren’t shocked he was unable to sheath himself without hurting you, your four fingers and thumb couldn’t even connect to wrap fully around his girth.
You could feel his tip begin to dribble fluid again right down the back of your hand. This was good, you sincerely needed any kind of extra lubrication you could get. The weeping tip was guided to your entrance by your hand for you to make your first attempt at sitting yourself down on it. With the first try your walls didn’t budge, not even a little. The disappointment you felt heightened until on the second try you felt a tearing pain while hearing him groan.
That pain left you no longer able to support yourself on top of his chassis so you collapsed on top of him. If you had to guess only an inch slid in, and yet your legs were already trembling. Looking down at you he felt worse than he thought he would. He knew you’d be in pain but not to this level. That vice grip you had around him almost entirely clouding his judgement about whether or not he should stop this. Deciding to make the right decision to protect you he placed his servo on your lower back, coaxing you off of his spike and you of course disobeyed.
Instead you took your chance to sink further down even though it hurt like hell. He tried to help you off once more, and again you ignored him. The lower you sunk down the more your pain had diminished. After those painfully aggravating minutes had passed your body was flush with his own, surprising you both.
None of your toys had ever provided you with feeling this degree of fullness. The kind of fullness that made your head feel heavy and caused your legs to tremble. “You did it.” He praised, while letting a servo cup your delicate face. Yeah, you did it, now just how were you going to manage it. You decided you’d start by letting your hips rock back and forth while around his length.
That was all you could do for the time being as you had not found the strength in your legs yet to fully ride him. The height that you needed to raise your hips just to lower them was just far too much for you to do right now. You were able to grind your clit against the rim of his spike casing leaving you whimpering on top of him. The more firm and smooth metal rubbing against your swollen nub had you reeling.
Optimus had never removed his servo from your back, confident that leaving it there would help keep you stable. Every unsteady movement you made kept his optics in a trance. He watched as you struggled to find your rhythm, rocking against him in shaky motions while searching for a pace that finally felt right. The way your little heart beat far more than it should have during a moment like this meant he needed to assist you and ignore your impending stubbornness.
His servo moved to one of your hips followed by another servo on the other, both latching on adjacent from one another. Both servos gently lifted your lower half up around his spike and then down again, fully sheathing himself once more. “Hey! I can do that myself.” Before you had the chance to writhe in his grip and give him an issue he did the same movement again with your body and you keeled over in his grip. He quickly found a soft rhythm that pleasured the both of you and had you burying your face into his chassis.
The noises your cunt made every time he raised your hips were almost embarrassing, you didn’t know it could get that noisy when you were that wet. Soon you were moving your hips in sync with his servos drag of them. Then not too long after that you were able to raise your hips all on your own, setting a slightly faster pace that caused you both to moan. It sucked being so much shorter in comparison to his mass displaced height. It essentially made the occurrence of you kissing him during this very low.
Low but never zero, you learned as he leaned up and you raised up half way on his spike to meet each other’s mouths. The kiss lasted a few moments before you brought yourself down on the rest of his spike. Hips rocking momentarily before you resumed your previous movements.
His servos wrapped around your hips again, but before you could tell him you didn’t need his help anymore he flipped you over onto your back and began thrusting into you. The quickened pace made your bare breasts bounce hard upon your chest. His spike knocking the air from your lungs with every jab of his tip at your cervix.
It was already pleasurable before, but him taking the reins left you making incoherent babbles amongst your slew of moans. Thoughts certainly happened but the words came out jumbled. Your walls spasmed and clenched desperately around him squeezing his spike beyond belief. He already found you tighter than his closed fist so every clench spurred him to thrust harder.
He tried to control himself, contain his desire and his need for you. To listen to your body instead of his, repelling a side of him that wanted to do this to you roughly. A side of him from his younger years before becoming a Prime that wanted to leave you spike drunk. If you told him to stop and that this wasn’t the way you wanted your first time to be, he’d place your needs over his and listen. When you said nothing and wrapped your legs around him he took it as a sign that you needed this too.
The whining of scouts who didn’t want to complete their duties. The incessant fighting in between mechs on base, and all of his stressors from today seemed to release with every quick snap of his hip-struts. Just one more harsh spasm of your walls and you were coming around his spike.
To say that surprised you was an understatement. Neither your hand or his strummed at your clit for that to even happen, causing that orgasm to startle the hell out of you. You didn’t even know you could do that, an orgasm with an untouched clit? And you thought you knew everything there was to know about your own body.
That climax of yours only galvanized him to pound you harder. He minded his own strength and set a limit for how far he’d go but it was getting harder to control that by the minute. The way your heat fisted and constricted itself around the malleable plating of his spike made his processors spin.
Your nails dug into his chassis, causing him to let out a low growl. A noise you’ve never heard him make before, you liked it. And if you didn’t say that then he certainly felt it with the way you clenched in response. Suddenly he stopped thrusting, you whined and bucked your hips practically begging.
The whining pleas you vocalized had not gone unnoticed. He pulled out the entire length of his spike causing you to whine and whimper even more. You were maneuvered off your back and onto your belly, during that you got a view of his erect spike drenched in your slick with a white ring of cream around the base.
While on your knees you pressed your face into the plush blankets beneath you and arched your bottom higher to allow him a better angle. You understood the change of positions at least from what you’ve seen in porn. When the tip of his spike slid against your slit you felt it twitch against your folds. He was ardent on having you like this, the heavy vents from his vocalizer told you that much.
His spike slid in and your breath hitched, the tearing burning stretch you dreaded was felt all over again. It started to fade so much faster than it did the first time. He placed a warm servo on your back once more to soothe you, apologetic for the pain you’re experiencing.
He waited for you to become adjusted to the stretch again even though he badly wanted to continue thrusting. He would never do something that he knew would hurt you and leave you in distress. Once you felt ready you rocked your hips back against his letting him know the pain had subsided.
The first thrust pulled a loud moan from you. The change in angle felt like a different experience entirely. You buried your face in the blankets below you when the thrusts continued and slowly built up pace. This time you felt his servo move to between your legs while the other was on your hip. His digits zeroed in on that tiny bundle of nerves, circling it and causing you to cry out his name.
The loud slap of his metal exterior against your skin became louder than the noises of your slick sex. You could still feel his optics on you, scanning your back, watching your movements for any sign of pain. He was still not too far gone to cease his protectiveness over you.
Soon you felt an orgasm building, and you wouldn’t be caught off guard this time. The growing tightness within your abdomen, that coil of heat there threatening to snap at any moment. You could hear Optimus venting from behind you a lot louder now. Between his thrusts he’d groan and say something in his native language that you couldn’t possibly understand. His frame ran hot as his spike bullied through every tight clench of your walls, tip of it leaking beads of thick pre-transfluid against your cervix indicating his soon coming overload.
Then your legs began to weaken, moans got louder and you finally felt it. That knot within you unraveled causing your hands to tightly grab the blankets below you. Every thrust from him only made each wave of your climax stronger. Your eyes teared up and suddenly you felt his-struts snap harder against you. The walls of your cunt sucking him in with each pulse wanting to desperately milk him.
“You’re mine.” You almost just barely heard it amongst the other noises going on. He said it so calmly amongst his vents causing you to shiver. His spike twitched inside you sporadically then you felt hot thick streams of fluid spilling into you. With his continued thrusts his blue transfluid frothed out from around his spike and trailed down your thighs. He rode out his overload pistoning inside you without any clear rhythm. Following his completion, he stilled inside you. His spike depressurizing with a faint throb.
His servos caressed the sides of your hips, feeling the indentations of his prior grip on them. He looked you over, looking for any signs of damage and injury. A gasp left your mouth when his spike pulled out of you, allowing more fluid to escape. You were gently turned over onto your back, he checked again for any injuries and found none.
“I’m fine, I promise.” Your tone seemed upbeat and normal to his audio receptors. A smile on your face eased his worries. His servo entwined with your hand causing you to smile even harder. All of that tension between the two of you finally had an ending. It was quite a pleasant and unexpected one. Yet the question in your mind became what the two of you were now? Still just friends or something more?
He pulled you onto his chassis, the recent memory replaying in your head of him allowing you to ride him. Your cheeks flushed remembering the expression he made after he bottomed out inside of you. The two of you engaged in another deep kiss, his servo wrapped gently in your hair. His mouth leaving yours to whisper something to you in a language you couldn’t decipher. Whatever he said while cupping your face caused his spike to pressurize again and prod at your thigh.
tw: bayverse optimus prime eating out cis fem reader
bayverse optimus prime and letting you lay out in his open palm.the world is upside down and blurred at the edges. watercolors run across your blown out pupils, and threaten to blind you when your hips press just hard enough to let your entire mound enter the maw of optimus prime.
his glossa ( tongue) parts your sappy kitty with an entire lick upwards. your ass cheeks shake and quiver when the tip of his glossa brushes between mounds of fat. he can eat two holes at once. he can make you see god in ways no mortal man can ever achieve.
your whines and cries echo in the empty base you two are in. the rest of his small team are out, doing recon or scouting ahead for energon sources or any malicious activity the decepticons are doing in the dead of night. whatever it is, their voices crackle over the intercom every now and then. talking amongst themselves over private lines and updating optimus every chance they get.
Bee complains through broken up alternating radio channels about how slow the night is. how he needs something to do that'll rev his engine and get the little scout fired up. his complaints fall on deaf ears and servers when your voice cries out louder. bleary eyes squeezing shut when your autobot hums gravely deep into your leaking cunt. the vibrations make your thigh try to clamp around each side of optimus's cheeks.
you taste sweeter than anything he could have imagined. your hands fumble for your tanktop thats clinging to your sweaty skin. glistening breasts that threaten to spill from your bra makes the leader lick deeper. threatening to break tiny hole with his thick glossa, promising to fuck you with just his mouth alone. yet, the way you pant. breathless and crying out optimus's name like a prayer? he doubts you wouldn't mind that at all.
This is entirely based on @rabotimagines heat fic but with decepticons, this can be read alone but highly recommend you read his stuff! I'd also like to thank my best friend @savvymantis for beta reading for me! and one last tag as requested @therobotsarestuckinmyhead :3
warnings : heat, dubcon, stomach bulge, several partners, foursome, double penetration one hole, squirting, biting, overstimulation, Cybertronian reader, reader is an elite.
MDNI
Characters : Megatron, Skywarp, Starscream, Thundercracker, Astrotrain, Blitzwing, and the constructicons.
word count : 8,714!
18+ only!
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How pitiful, such a big, strong decepticon elite like yourself taken out by your outdated heat protocols being activated, such obsolete coding making you nothing but spike hungry shareware, and in the heat of battle no less! That poor autobot leader was trying so hard to tend to you, to protect you from your own when all you wanted so badly was to be fragged, you were even whimpering for him!
That’s why you’re under the table now to ‘make up for it’, as Megatron said. A meeting, it was needed to discuss future plans of attack and what to do about you. But how can anyone focus on what their leader is saying when all they can hear is you choking yourself on Megatron’s spike? Every word their leader says is nearly drowned out entirely by your need. Never had they heard you sound so downright sinful, muffled whines and messy slurping sounds all anyone in the room can focus on.
“Further more it seems our plan backfired in more ways than one.” Megatron drones on, seemingly not at all affected by your greedy sucking, “Who knew such obsolete code existed within our ranks?” He laughs, placing a servo to the back of your helm and not even needing to shove you further down his spike; you do it all yourself, moaning so sweetly around him as you take it to the base.
Your optics flutter, threatening to close as your frame trembles. Your leader loves how sensitive you are, how your lust filled processor melts just tasting his pre-fluid, from being used so openly.
“How pitiful you are, and making such a mess too.” The silver mech sighs, feigning annoyance as the puddle of transfluid grows under your squirming hips.
Your leader places a pede to your spike, gritting his denta to stop himself from moaning out as you cry out around him. Your hips lurch forward, humping his pede like a needy cyberhound. Optics squeezing shut, you’re overwhelmed, but it’s not enough! Your spike throbs, your charge crackling within your frame, spraying your transfluid across your stomach and leaking onto the floor. Megatron is quite pleased with your whorish expression, to see your dermas stretch around his thick spike, pretty optics shining so bright and glossy. He didn’t even need to guide you to taking him deep. His bright optics tear away from you, back to his worthless crew to continue speaking.
Yet none of them listening, dozens of optics keep dropping as if they could see under the table. All only able to hear the wet sloppy sounds of you sucking Megatron off like you needed it to live. The mechs unable to move knowing they’d earn their leader’s ire, but the more they hear the more they shake, wanting a piece of you, just a taste is all they ask.
The decepitcon leader knows this all too well.
His grin dangerous, his spike throbbing before he shoves your helm down keeping you there to swallow his transfluid. Your optics cross as your own overload strikes your frame yet again, making a bigger mess below you and across your stomach mesh. So sensitive and responsive thanks to your outdated coding, but oh how Megatron loves it.
Megatron smirks at your cumdrunk form, only to hiss through clenched denta as you keep sucking, wanting more, needing more.
“Such shareware you are.” Despite his words the servo on your helm pets you gently, making you pull off his depressurizing spike to nuzzle into his palm, “Seems this meeting will go nowhere, not with you being such a distraction.” Oh, but how could he be mad at you when you look up at him like that? Perfect spike warmer you are.
Megatron moves his seat back, grabbing you by the underarms and lightly tossing you on top of the table, giving every filthy mech there the long awaited sight of you. Your stomach is covered in your own transfluid, your face plate flushed a deep blue, with your optics bright and dazed.
Yet Megatron walks away with a scoff, “And someone clean the mess they left under the table, I have work to continue.” Leaving you to the wolves.
You whimper, laying back flat against the cold table searching for any form of relief but it came faster than you thought. The room is in chaos with mechs stumbling over themselves and each other, metal being thrown around as everyone lunges for you, only to be beaten by Skywarp using his outlier to reach you first. He takes you to the door the same way, with Thundercracker and Starscream right behind him guarding as the three rush you to the nearest room to shove you in.
The door locks and your world spins. Your back strut hits a desk, helm over the side, but all your muddled processor can focus on is someone spreading your pedes wide open, putting your dripping spike and leaking valve on display.
“Move aside!”
“Don’t be so rough with them-“
“Shut up and move!”
Three voices chime, all you’re able to hear is metal clashing as the trio shove their way into the places they want. Blue becomes clear to your optics, staring at an almost worried Thundercracker, but not worried enough to keep his modesty panel closed. The spike in front of your face was decently thick, a little on the short side, but so pretty-
Your intake drops with a short squeal when someone drops their hot and wet valve on your own needy spike. Before you can even process the snug clench, your valve is stretched open on another spike, curved and hitting your ceiling nodes with ease. Cruel laughter echoes, but you can barely hear it over the engeron rushing through your audials.
"Haha, look at them, such a pretty thing ready to ruin!" Skywarp cackles, wasting no time to dropping himself onto your spike, rolling his hips to grind his node in your pelvis before picking himself up and letting gravity do most of the work.
Your servos flail, desperate for something or someone to grab, something to ground your fading mind with. Your back strut arches with your loud cry, your hips furiously trying to fuck yourself against Skywarp and Starscream. Your overload gushes both within the purple seeker and over the pelvis of your dear sky commander in your transfluid.
Skywarp trembles feeling your cum pour into his valve, "Overloading already? The party just gettin' started!"
"Perhaps these outdated codes are a blessing; look at how ready they are." Starscream sighs, to keep his servos on your knees keeping them from closing. Though it's not lost on him that you're trying to wrap your legs around his waist to have him close.
"Valve so needy, perfect shareware for us." The sky commander purrs.
Warm and welcoming, perfect to use and fill. All of Starscream’s mounting frustrations with you are taken out of your greedy cunt. His hips snap to yours swiftly, harshly smacking against your aft. Every thrust sends your hips upward, unintentionally aiding Skywarp to his own release. The force makes your hips meet his every time he drops down on your spike, pushing the tip of your cock to his sensitive ceiling nodes. The sloppy wet sounds echo in the relatively small room, yet none of that matters, not when you’re making such slutty sounds.
"Don't you think you two are being a bit harsh on 'em? I mean, they are already mindless." Thundercracker tries to defend you, no matter how hot you look sticking your glossa out, trying to beckon him closer. Oh who is the blue seeker fooling; you have him wrapped around your digit. All those fleeting touches and brushes of your EM field had him a mess for you. Even now the blue seeker strokes the base of his spike in front of you, practically taunting you as he stays just out of reach, and only allows you to see the transfluid bubbling from his bulbous tip. The heady scent flooding your nasal passage, as if you weren’t drooling enough, he’s so mean when you need his spike most!
"Puh…please..!" You try to speak, watery optics blearily look to Thundercracker, yearning, needing him to fill your intake. It’s so empty, too empty, you need him, need his cum. Your processor gives out half way through trying to plead.
“Shuddup would ya?” The purple seeker grabs your cheeks squishing them between his digits, “Just frag ‘em already! Look, they are practically begging to get fragged and stuffed.” Skywarp used his outlier to ensure they had first dibs on you, he is not going to waste it arguing when no doubt the others would find them soon.
“Or don’t, let the fools beyond these walls hear how much they like being used.” Starscream purrs, lifting your pede over his shoulder. He kisses your calf so lovingly, just to sink his denta into the exposed mesh. His engine rumbles as a choked moan tears from his dermas feeling you clamp down around him.
“Mark me, mark me claim me- please please, need it—!!” Your back strut arches as a broken squeal tumbles from your drool covered dermas.
Skywarp’s valve flutters around your throbbing length as the con places his servos on your chassis, allowing him lean forward and fuck himself faster on your cock, using you like you were a dildo for him to use and get his pleasure from. Drool lands on your chassis as the mech above you bites his bottom derma, silencing the filthy sounds that wish to be freed in favor of hearing you.
The last of them finally can’t take it; Thundercracker moves in closely, attempting to take it easy unlike the other two who frag your frame like it’s their only chance they’ll do so. Taking a deep in-vent, he places his servos on the table under you, but you didn’t give him a chance as your own servos shoot forward. Your digits grip tightly to his thighs digging into his transformation seams to yank him forward. An embarrassing yelp of static falls from Thundercracker’s voice box as the wet heat of your mouth wrap around his spike with ease. Stretching you attempt to take him to the base in an attempt to choke yourself on him for a taste of his transfluid.
“Slaaag!” The blue seeker cries, voice crackling with static. His hips move as if they have a mind of their own, fucking your throat with reckless abandon. He’s horrible! He was trying to be better than the mechs to come, show you he can actually take care of you, maybe even prove to you his worth. But he can’t, you feel too good! Primus, you’re trying to suck him dry!
Thundercracker leans his helm down, red optics bright watching your throat bulge with every thrust of his hips. The sight leaves him whining, squeezing his optics shut tightly. He knows if he keeps watching he will overload too soon.
He’s sorry, sorry, so sorry, he can’t stop! If only you could hear what he wants to say, instead of hollowing your cheeks out to messily suck on his spike. Your optics roll back, muffled mewls barely able to vibrate in your pipe as you are held down and fragged like shareware. Never once are you left empty, filled or warmed by one of them and their vicious fucking. Your helm feels so heavy yet your frame crackles, EM field jumping everywhere in a wild need to feel someone, anyone.
Starscream slams his cock deep within you, his thrusts turning into quick, sloppy bucks of his hips. He barely pulling out of you, like he couldn’t stand to part with you. He finally gets to have you, finally gets to put your cocky self in your place, so why does he feel like it’s him that’s falling? Growling, the seeker sinks his sharp digits into your metal, threatening to puncture your armor. And yet you shriek around Thundercracker, your frame attempting to thrash as the pain and pleasure mix into an intoxicating brew within your fuel lines.
You aren’t sure if you can keep up! It’s so hot, too hot, your frame feels like it’s overheating! A warning flashes behind your optics. You can’t ex-vent out the hot air from your system, Thundercracker’s hips are moving too fast, slapping and blocking your vents from properly working.
Your helm feels like lead, the lack of cool air making your processor muddled. The three don’t stop, not until they have had their fill. With Starscream overloading first, his hips snapping against yours once, twice, before lingering, to make sure your valve takes his spent. He will taint you for anyone else, or so he hopes. The rush of hot translfuid in your empty cunt triggers your own release, your frame shaking, cumming inside Skywarp and around Starscream.
“Slag yes! Just like that-! Frag, ya know how to fill a mech up good.” Skywarp purrs, his own overload coating your torso in a pretty pink stain as well as your spike. He could get use to this, keep you locked away for their use only. Keep you as their pretty little mate those heat protocols tell you to be.
Thundercracker is the last to overload, pushing his hips one last time so the tip of his spike hits the back of your throat, coating your pipe in his cum, making sure you take every last drop. Swallowing around his cock, you whine, taking all he has. Pulling back, the blue seeker lifts your helm to see you better, hoping you were okay after such treatment. He swear under his breath as you open your intake wide and stick your glossa out, showing him you swallowed all he had given you like a good mech.
You really are trying to send him into the well early, aren’t you?
Yet can they really be done just yet, they still have so much cum to fuck into your needy holes. Surely you won’t mind if they unloaded it all into you; they are so backed up after all, and you’re just too good for them to pass up. The three don’t even glance at one another for they already know they are all thinking the same thing: to make you theirs, keep you for themselves to frag and love.
However the choice is made for them and against their will, when the door to the communications room is thrown wide open. A chair flying through the air, clocking Skywarp across the helm and flinging him off you. Thundercracker jumps back from you whilst Starscream sneers at the blasted triple changer barreling into the room and towering over him.
“Finally found you slaggin’ glitches!” The larger mech wastes no time speeding right to you, ready to put the egotistical flier in his place just so he could get a taste of you! Astrotrain hadn’t expected you to whine so loudly as he grabbed Starscream by the neck and pulled him away from you. Oh, how you are just so cute. Here you lay, an elite, his superior, and you look so fragged out mind, thighs twitching trying to close so you could move, seeking a spike to fill you again and again. Tossing the rather annoying seeker to the wall the triple changer grabs you instead, lifting you up and off the table and into his awaiting arms. Astrotrain moves swiftly, not at all risking losing you to anyone else, especially not those dense afts!
You just melt into him, nuzzling your helm into his neck cables your glossa licking across the thick cables, trying to find the perfect spot for your claiming bite. The cum stuffed inside you begins to leak down your inner thighs, reminding you of how achingly empty you are. Your hips buck forward trying to hump against the large triple changer. Even now you have no shame, just craving to be fragged and filled. Astrotrain grunts, feeling your denta sink into his neck. His Modesty panel retracts letting his all too big spike slip between your soaked thighs.
“Primus, look at you, all this over my spike? Ya really are something else.” Finding a suitable place can wait, right here in the hallway is fine; he can hardly wait any longer.
Your back strut meets the cold wall, burning hot frame trembling at the temperature difference, yet your optics stay right on the spike of the mech before you. Just looking at it makes you drool, the heat of it against your valve could make you overload. The triple changer laughs at your need. One servo grips under your aft, holding you up, using his large frame to keep you pinned between him and the wall. It allows his free servo to grip your face making you look at him.
“Astro…” You trail off with a whimper. Shaking your hips, you try to entice him, to make him mold your valve to the shape of him. Wet slit dragging across the length of his shaft, you try desperately to fuck yourself on him, to overload again and again until you black out.
“Frag, you’re so pathetic like this…” The large mech purrs, his wings fluttering behind him as he drools at the sight of you, “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to plow you into the dirt, and I finally have you under me, beggin’ for me.” Astrotrain’s vent come out in sharp quick puffs, steam trailing above him as his frame tries to expel the heat to prevent his systems from overheating.
After all this time, he finally gets to make that valve his.
“Hm, I wonder how many marks I can leave across this slutty frame of yours.” The triple changer chuckles when you moan out at just the thought, “Oh, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? To be marked,” the triple changer only pauses in his words to lick the drool sliding down your chin, “as all mine.” You squeeze you optics shut, frame trembling as you begin to squirm. “For the world to know just who makes you weak.
”All for him, only for him, yeah? Screw everyone else he finally has you!
“You can’t even wait, look at those hips.” Astrotrain laughs at your neediness. The servo under your aft moves. Your pedes hitting the ground with a heavy thud, almost limp. You toss your helm back with a loud cry, hips thrusting forward as the triple changer shoves two digits into your sloppy valve. The wet squelch echoes in the hallway, ringing in your audials.
“So loud and I ain’t hardly done a thing. Those seekers can’t treat you like I can; this valve needs a real mech, yeah?” Digits assault your ceiling nodes with every pump of his wrist, the palm of his servo slapping your anterior node, grinding against the bright bud whilst he finger fucks the transfluid out of you to make room for his.
You can’t vent. Your frame warns of an possible shut down from being wound up so tightly. You’re unable to believe this is actually happening to you, you are finally getting a fat spike to scratch the itch of your heat protocol! Finally, something to fill you beyond measure. Your spike twitches against Astrotrain’s stomach mesh and your valve clenches on his digits, excited by the mere thought of having him empty his cum inside you!
“Please, please, pleaaase it’s - not enough—!!” Your words are rushed out as you try to beg, “Frag me- need you fragging me- mm! gah..! M’yours yours yours please-!” Begging with a roll of your hips, you need his spike now! Your digits sink into his shoulders, scratching at his paint, trying to quell the instinctive urge to lay a claim on him.
Primus save him, you just know how to push his buttons! His systems are overheating but he can’t find it in him to care. Slamming his dermas to yours in a harsh clink of your denta, his glossa pushes into your awaiting intake with no resistance. Sharp fangs dig into your bottom lip, nipping the soft metal, letting energon pool to the surface. Gasping at the sensation, you are given a brief second of cold air before your intake is stuffed with the triple changer’s glossa. Your optics roll back before closing shut, mewling into the impassioned kiss.
Strong digits squeeze the cables along your neck, keeping you upright lifting you up, just enough for the Triple changer to place himself between your pedes. Pressing closer to your heated frame. Coolant sticking to your frame, your audials ring with the deep grunts and groans that make your wires sing! Every squirm and wriggle of your hips makes it hard to keep a grip on you, despite your heat, your strength as an elite is barely diminished. If he wants you under him, he’s going to have to break you in before you get any ideas.
A whimper falls from your kissed bruised dermas. A thin strand of spit connects your glossas together, breaking when he moves too far away. You truly are a sight to behold: optics down-turned and pleading, frame shining with coolant, and the pre-fluid from your spike soaking not only his stomach mesh but yourself. Dazed, you try to drag him back, wanting more of his tongue down your throat.
The triple changer pulls his dripping digits from your sopping wet heat. Mockingly, he coos at the pitiful whine you let out.
“Wait…no, no don’t stop—!!” The words die on your glossa as pain shoots through your wires. You shriek with a wet smack accompanying your cry. Your valve is empty but your node pulsing from the swift smack Astrotrain gives your pussy.
Your back strut arches as you cling to the large mech, completely blind to your pre-fluid splattering across his lap. Astrotrain chuckles, taking your tender node in between his digits and pinching the sensitive bud, cooing as you squeal. Your hips jerking as the overload fries your processors. However, your squeal is cut short by digits covered in transfluid covered shoving into your open intake.
“Shut up and lick ‘em clean.” As hot as your filthy sounds were, he doesn’t need you attracting nobody else.
With glazed over, glossy optics, you do as told. Dermas wrapping around his drenched digits, you suck on them like it’s the spike now pressing to your valve mesh. Glossa dragging between his digits to get a taste of yourself and the transfluid Starscream left in you. Your frame trembles, hips twitching almost like you could overload from that alone. Grabbing one of your pedes just behind your knee, Astrotrain lifts your leg up and kicking your other to spread wider, in an attempt to fit between your pedes.
With your greedy hole on display for him, Astrotrain wastes no time pushing the bulbous head of his spike into it, biting down on his bottom lip at how you clench down on him already! You just have to make things difficult.
“D-Don’t clench like that… frag!” The triple changer breathes out, voice shaking at just how tight you are around him. He’s not even sure he can make it if you don’t relax! Astrotrain bucks up, pushing more and more of his spike into your tight wet heat. Even after being fucked you still have such a grip on him.
You bite down on the digits inside your intake, optics fluttering back as you struggle to not cry out. Slag, he’s so thick, and he isn’t even all the way inside you yet! Glossy optics bore into those deep vermilion ones, silently pleading with him to just fuck you already, and by Primus he is trying!
Squeezing your leg to get a better grip, Astrotrain pulls his hips back and swings them froward, impaling you further down his cock. Your back strut arches, quaking under his vicious push and pull. Astrotrain shoves more and more into you like he’s nothing more than a rut stricken beast mounting you.
Scrambling, you try to mumble something. It’s too hot, you’re losing your processor to his spike! A shock is sent down your spinal strut, hips shaking with vigor. Astrotrain swears under his breath, pulling his digits from your intake to place it on your other pede. He lifts you up off the ground and presses himself to the base, fucking himself in your creaming hole.
“S’in my tank!!” You wail, the tip of his spike kissing your forge tank with every thrust. Your helm spin, “S…sooo deep..!” Oral lubricant flows from your agape intake, your words slurred from the intensity every overload brings you.
The triple changer shoves his helm into your neck, glossa dragging across your cables as he frags you through your climax. You are nothing more than a weeping mess in his hold, drunken smile on your dermas as you finally get what you’ve wanted.
“Greedy glitch!” Astrotrain growls, as you keep fogging his processor. His pedes feel like they are going to give out. You feel so good around him, trying to drain him of his transfluid, but he wants to last here, damn it! His denta sink into your neck cables in an attempt to muffle his own sounds. You’re ruining him and you don’t even know it.
His spike curves, dragging across your ceiling nodes every time he pulls back. He’s so close to you that your own spike rubs against his stomach. It’s too much, too hot, too overwhelming as the pain bites at your wires, only to bleed into a burning high, pleasure unlike anything you’ve ever felt! Astrotrain really should keep you quiet, but you just sound so damn good, all loud and crying just for him.
His own greed is his downfall. You two didn’t even hear the pedesteps until they were so close they made Astrotrain stop. He buries himself deep within you to cover you, cling to you to glaring over his shoulder at whoever it was, but his thrusts slowed to a stop to glare at that smug grin of the other triple changer.
Before Blitzwing can even get a word out, you’re whining loudly, trying to wiggle your hips to get more of Astrotrain.
“Noo, don’t stop…need it…*frag.* Was so close! Please…” You plead, vents glowing orange from the heat building withing your systems.
You make it so hard to handle business. Astrotrain growls, trying to ignore your pretty begging and how you wrap your pedes around him trying to get him closer.
“You sack of scrap, ya can’t just take ‘em and run off without me!” Blitzwing shoves his way forward, trying to snatch you from his fellow triple changer, but Astrotrain isn’t having it as he curls around you as much as he physically can.
“You can head right on to the scrap heap! I ain’t gotta do a damn thing, now buzz off!” The mech over you snarls, dual engine rumbling with rage. Here is he trying to have a good time with his superior, and now this dense aft wants to ruin all the hard work that went into getting you under him!
Blitzwing’s smug grin twists into a scowl, getting more fed up by the second that his old pal doesn’t want to share you when clearly there is enough of you to go around. Especially with those sweet sounds you’re making, he knows you’d gladly take everyone on the Nemesis and still have so much more to give. If only Astrotrain would just accept that. As much as Blitzwing wants you for himself as well, he can’t ignore the fact that Megatron would have a first claim over you, and only give the others a taste of you after he’s had his fill.
Blitzwing grabs Astrotrain’s shoulder, tugging him back in an attempt to pry him off you. But the shuttle mech struggles to not budge; he can’t allow even a breath of cold air between you two for he knows the tank jet behind him will use that to steal you from him. You can’t take it, all you can feel is Astrotrain’s hot and heavy spike resting within you, barely moving just enough to tease you when you had been so close!
“Shut up, shut up, shut. Up!” You shout, pedes flailing and clocking Blitzwing in the chassis with your surprisingly quick movements, knocking his systems off for a brief second. “Frag me and don’t slagging stop until someone offlines!” You pant. It doesn’t matter what anyone has to say, if they aren’t breaking your valve into the sparkdamned well you don’t care.
Astrotrain groans, scoffing under his breath. If the large mech had the time to sulk he could, not that Blitzwing would allow him to have time, giving the fellow triple changer and rough pat on the back strut.
“You heard ‘em! We can’t deny such a request now, can we?” He laughs, swiftly moving beside you, slipping an arm behind your back strut. Astrotrain finally moves you away from the wall giving Blitzwing the space to slip in behind you, your spinal strut pressed against his chassis.
Astrotrain gives Blitzwing hold over your pedes, letting the other mech keep your legs wide open whilst he grabs ahold of your hips to angle you back. In your haze, you didn’t realize they wouldn’t be using your intake. The realization hits you as you hear Blitzwing’s modesty panel retract, allowing his lengthy and heavy spike to rub against your aft and leaving a hot smear of pre-fluid across your metal.
“Move their hips back, I can’t frag ‘em if ya keep hogging them for yourself.”
Oh lord, they are just going to keep arguing.
With an annoyed huff, Astrotrain moves your hips back, pulling himself back a little to try and give your second lover some space to actually move. Blitzwing moves his spike forward, finding your weeping slit, though an annoyed Astrotrain won't move from his spot. He presses up but slips, your valve not giving. He tries again with a muttered swear, until his voice box crackles as soon as his tip catches in your hole.
“Fraaag! Such a perfect valve. So tiiight-!” Blitzwing puffs out air through his vents, his warm breath fanning across your neck, “Relax, boss.”
"I am!" Your grip on Astrotrain’s shoulders tightens as you try to keep yourself grounded in anyway you can, despite it being far too late.
Your pulsing valve gives you away.
Your optics roll back, feeling the tip of Blitzwing's spike catching your fuck hole. Tears well up in your optics once more as you try to take both mechs; you don’t think your valve can handle it. You feel like you’re being split in half, but it feels so good! You cry out as the brute behind you bullies his spike into your already stuffed hole.
Your metal distending, denting outward from how full they made you. The spread and stretch of your valve is tight, the feeling them both spear you open like this, as wide as you could possibly go. Astrotrain, despite how desperate you two are, tries to remain steady, wanting to prove himself better than the bastard behind you. He knows they are pushing you to your limit, and it’s a thought that makes his engines rev.
Blitzwing can’t hold back; why should he when your frame is begging for him? He’s the first one to move to, swiftly pulling his hips back and ramming forward, he frags his spike right against the entrance of your forge, threatening to breach it.
“You slaggin’ cheat!” Astrotrain huffs, quick to not fall behind and let that sack of scrap frag you better than he can! His thicker spike slams against your ceilings nodes, he’s already drooling at just how fragged dumb you are already, as if he’s not close behind you.
By Primus, you are wet. Blitzwing finds himself biting his dermas so hard it’s bleeding. Each thrust feels like a swift punch, but it also feels like forever. By the time he bottoms out, he's panting, and trying not to sob into your neck.
"You're so tight! Frag..." Blitzwing swears, his groan bleeding into a whine.
"A perfect valve to be ruined and claimed." Astrotrain manages, as the fluttering of your valve leaves his helm spinning.
Both pull out till they were barely in, then slams back in with one rough thrust. You cry out at the sudden wave of pleasure as the head of their spikes slam into your forge tank.
"S'big! Haaa-!" You slur, throwing your helm back as they repeated the rough action, "Faster! Please!"
The two out right moan, but follow your request. It’s difficult not to lose themselves right away, though both of the triple changers could feel their resolve slipping. You feel so good!
For Blitzwing, felt everything become a blur. The only thing he cares about is the pleasure, and your cute, lewd sounds.
"Gonna fill you up... Make you mine... Wanted this for so long!" Blitzwing chants as he fucks his spike into you. This was like a dream come true! Oh how he loves you, wanted you and now getting to frag you... It was all he had ever wants.
You’re never left empty, one mech would slam in just as the other was pulls out.
You can barely process their words, your mind only thinking about how good they feel inside you.
Your optics roll back and intake falls open, your drool sliding down your chin as they use you like a fleshlight.
The pair pound their spikes into you. Your squeals echo throughout the hallway, all your sobs and cries for the entire Nemesis to hear. Blitzwing’s glossa rolls out of his mouth, a valve drunk grin stretched on his face.
You feel so good! And all your clenching is making him want to overload!
You shriek, your nails digging into Astrotrain’s shoulders, scratching him while you squeal, "T-there! Please! Fill me, need it- need your- ah!"
Their holds on you dent your metal, putting more of marks on you. Your helm tilts back against Blitzwing’s shoulder, too heavy to hold up anymore. Their spikes are constantly slamming into your sweet spot, leaving you in tears.
"Gonna overload! Oooh frag! Frag!" You cry, your valve clenching as your transfluid gushes on their spikes, making a mess on their mesh and creating a small puddle on the floor below. Your spike sprays transfluid onto Astrotrain’s stomach mesh and chassis, coating him in your filthy scent, bringing you to new heights. The only sounds that you make are fragged out of you in a punishing rhythm, your sweet cries of 'Ah! Ah! Ah!' echoing though the hallway.
"C'mon! Take it! Take all of it! G-gonna cum, mark you as mine! Aah!" Astrotrain struggles to moan out, voice cracking into a pathetic whine as his charge surgesthrough him.
“No, mine!” Blitzwing argues, sinking his denta into your neck cables, and denting them to leave an imprint of his bite along your frame.
You arch your spinal strut, body twitching as another high pitch wail tears from your sore throat. You feel another overload charge through your systems from the bite alone. The two growl and swear under their breath, spikes twitching before they overload inside you. They pound your forge tank and push all their transfluid inside, with slow, heavy thrusts to frag their fluid deeper into you. Load after load just continues being pumped into your filled valve.
Both mechs slow to a stop, venting harshly as they rest within you, making you warm their spikes. Your frame twitches sporadically, with broken weak whimpers coming from your well used voice box. Not a thought through your helm aside from more, more, more! Your hips attempt to move to grind down on them, but Astrotrain’s servos keep their hold on you.
The triple changers hiss through gritted denta as your valve clenches down on them trying to get them to frag you again.
“You just can’t stop…” Blitzwing sighs, struggling to decide if he can handle it or not, maybe one or two more couldn’t hurt, wait for Astrotrain to get too tired and he can have you to himself, mount you like the glitch in heat you are.
“How much can your valve even take, doll?” Astrotrain tries not to sound so shocked, after all this you still want more? Just what are those outdated codes doing to you?
Astrotrain barely pulls his spike out and grinds himself back into you valve, testing his own sensitivity. With a hushed moan, the triple changer decides for you, he could go again, maybe even shove Blitzwing out of the way and have a moment alone with you like he originally planned.
“You blasted barbarians are going to overload their capacitors! It'll take forever to fix them!" a new voice shouts, the sounds of the mech’s pedes getting closer has the triple changers looking down the hall on one livid Hook.
The constructicon wastes no time smacking Astrotrain upside the head, making Blitzwing cackle, until he’s smacked too with a loud ’thunk!' The two groan from the pain.
“Look at ‘em! You got their helm all fragged up. Do you know what issues overheatin’ can cause, it ain’t pretty!” The green mech shouts, waving a wrench around to threaten the triple changers like they were just a pack of dumb dogs. “Hand ‘em over before you two send ‘em into the well.”
“What!? You think we’re dumb enough to just hand them off to you? What for, so you can hog them for yourself? Fat chan-” Astrotrain is cut off by Hook chucking a wretch at him as hard as he possibly could, making the larger mech stumble back with a new dent to his forehead before toppling over.
Blitzwing watches the construct mech pull another tool from his subspace, ready to go pede to pede with the last standing triple changer. Thinking on it, Blitzwing is sure he could kill Hook, put him in his place and humiliate the mech by fragging you some more over him. His thoughts disappear when you try to move, but are unable to, almost like your frame was made of lead. The air pushes from your vent, only glowing brighter with each passing moment.
Ah frag it, don’t say he didn’t do anything nice for you.
Hook is surprised when Blitzwing pulls out of you, letting his transfluid leak from you before he's handing you off to the medic.
“About damn time you had some sense.” Hook takes you, gentle in how he holds your barely conscious frame to his own
“Don’t push your luck, runt.”
Just for that, the triple changer might go snitch. After all, those cone-heads are probably searching for you too, or those combaticons. What is he saying? The entire ship is hunting for you.
Hook dips while he can, muttering some choice words as he takes in the state you are in. The twitches, the glazed look in your optics, the fact you haven’t moved since being placed in his arms; it makes a pang of worry pulse through his spark. First, he is getting you cleaned up. That’s what you needed most, and some energon too, and then a long stasis. What could even be used as nesting material? Bah, he’ll figure it out when you’re asleep.
Right into the wash room he goes. He needs to make this quick before anyone else tries to take you away. Turning the faucet on, he lets the oil get warm first, and then moves you into it’s range, sitting on the floor with you tucked sweetly into his lap. His spark is melting at how you lean into his chassis, helm sluggishly nuzzling into his neck cables. Now he sees why everyone has been having a hard time keeping their servos off you. You’re so precious when you’re all fragged out like this, he can’t really blame anyone… except he will anyway.
“Sorry, boss, but we gotta get you at least half decent.” Hook speaks softly, as at least here behind a closed door he can be gentle with you without anyone seeing.
You almost win when you whimper, being moved so your back meets his chassis, your tender array exposed once more to the gentle warmth of the oil. You don’t put up a fight, allowing the mech to do whatever he wants with you. You're barely aware of him placing a cloth to your chassis, rubbing and lathering you up, cleaning your transfluid off yourself in slow motions. Hook coos as your engine begins to rumble quietly in a gentle purr, content and happy to be touched so lovingly after all the tossing around you’ve been put through.
“Look at you, all sweet f’me, yeah?” He chuckles, nuzzling his helm against yours, having read up on heat protocols just to help you better.
You don’t speak, only answering him with a lazy turn of your helm to lightly bonk against his. Soon Hook’s servo sinks lower. He shushes you when he brushes across the dents in your armor that Blitzwing’s grip left on you. The lower he goes the more you begin to stir, no longer just resting against him but actively trying to move; whether away from his touch or into it he can’t say for sure, but he wraps his free servo around your waist to make sure you can’t move too far from him.
“Easy there, boss, I got ya. Just a little more, alright?” Hook reassures you, his sweet handsome mech, all pretty on his lap.
“Mm.” You can barely hum, but your processor begins to wake up a little more.
Your frame jerks forward, a sharp inhale through your vents as Hook rubs your spike. A pitiful mewl falls from your dermas, hips shaking on his lap.
“Shh, I just gotta clean you up before we get you to your habsuite.” Or his, probably his, it’s safer.
“Hook…” You whine his name with a tremble to your voice. His touch is so light, it’s like he’s teasing you, driving you crazy!
Once your spike was clean, or as clean as he was going to get it as he watches it throb and leak more pre-fluid, he moves to your more than well loved valve. Primus, your anterior node feels so hot, pulsing even under the most delicate touches.
“Brutes just don’t know how to treat you right, such a shame.” Hook coos, but he can’t lie, seeing you so stuffed and so mindless is getting his charge going. He wishes he got to you first, and he would have, had it not been for that stupid purple seeker and his outlier.
Digits carefully glide around your valve mesh, wiping away the combined fluids sticking to it. He tries to coax as much out as he can before needing to insert his digits. His engine nearly stalls when you buck your hips sloppily into his palm, trying to get his digits in deeper, to make them curl and hit your ceiling nodes. But Hook remains strong, as much as he doesn’t want to.
“Easy, doll, don’t move, just let me do all the work.” You make it difficult to remain so calm, when you’re moving like this and making sounds like that.
Any more noise and-
The door to the washrooms bursts open and Hook can only close his optics with a deep sigh, already knowing the dumbafts who have shoved their way inside.
“You glitch, how could ya run off and leave us fightin’ everyone else?” Bonecrusher shouts, moving past Scrapper and making a beeline right to you and Hook.
“Shhh!! If you’re any louder the others will find us!” Hook scolds, but it falls on deaf audials.
“You think you can just take them for yourself and not share with us?” Mixmaster joins along side Bonecrusher.
Despite Hook’s best attempts he is shoved to the side as the others surround you, lifting you up off the ground and placing you on one of the benches just outside the shower. The six coo at your sad whimper being moved away from the warm oil.
“Don’t you worry boss, we will warm you up real good.” Scrapper pats your thigh, chuckling at how you just fall limp, spreading yourself open to welcome their touch.
“Slag am I, scrap metal!?” Hook tries to argue whilst being shoved away to the side. Since he wanted to take you for himself he will have to deal with merely taking your one of your servo’s leaving the rest of your delectable frame to the others.
Scavenger and Long Haul wasting no time diving down to either side of your hips, sucking your spike each taking a side and sucking along your thick length, spoiling you with their desperate need to taste your transfluid. Mixmaster is crouched just below, nearly out of view, blocked by the two on your lap. Green servos curl around the apex of your inner thighs, thumbs spreading those fat valve lips open to let Mixmaster see that pulsing node and dripping hole. He’s already drooling just looking at it. The heavy, heady scent of your valve almost puts him in a trance.
You can’t see past Scavenger and Long Haul, but you can feel it, though your processor runs slow from the feverish touches of your other lovers. Long Haul licks up, glossa dragging across your weeping tip lapping at the copious transfluid before wrapping his dermas around it sucking it while Scavenger kisses the base of your spike sucking each ridge on his way up, placing a servo where he once was to try and milk your cock.
Mixmaster wastes no time getting a taste of your freshly cleaned valve, already shoving his face between your legs. All you can feel is his glossa teasing your slick hole, licking and collection all your weeping fluid up, slowly, up to your sweet node making a circle with his covered glossa, dragging it back to your clenching hole, just to take what he’s collected to spit it all on your too sensitive bud before wrapping his dermas around it, sucking on it just to get you giving him more of your intoxicating slick. Laughing against your mesh as you shake.
Bonecrusher chuckles, holding the sides of your helm in his servos making you tilt your head back to look at him, more so at his spike, fat and long. Your optics widen for a brief moment yet your intake already drops open, drooling and ready to be filled. Slowly, the heavy mech guides his spike down your throat, pipe bulging with each rut of his hips shoving cock down your intake. The towering mech groans loudly, drool sliding down his chin feeling you swallow around his spike, your throat tightening around his length trying to milk him. Frag, you’re just too much!
Your optics begin to cross, tears welling in them. It’s too much, you can’t take much more of this! Primus, they are trying to off line you. Yet your frame begs to differ. Scavenger and Long Haul needing to hold your hips down to keep you from throwing them off. Your pedes squirm, heels digging into Mix Master’s back strut as he sucks on your pretty node. Whimpers and moans muffled on the fat spike choking you, unable to handle such lavish attention.
“That’s it, sweetness, let us handle ya.” Bonecrusher sighs out, his vocal components shorting for a brief moment as he overloads, his transfluid coating your intake, giving you too much with it starting to overflow from around him. Bonecrusher pulls out, letting some of his cum spurt across your face and chassis. while Hook and Scrapper are feeling up your frame, groping your mesh and teasing as your transformation seams as they fuck their spikes into your fists.
“Aw poor boss, yer lookin’ a bit flustered there.” Bonecrusher can’t help but tease, knowing you can’t answer him let alone even hear him.
You do nothing but moan, swallowing all of his cum that you can and opening your intake once more showing you’ve swallowed all he had to give, yet trying to tempt him to keep going, making Bonecrusher swear loudly.
The surprise suction to your anterior node makes your optics widen and back strut arch. It’s too good! Too much! Your frame still so used and sensitive from how many mechs have fucked you, but your heat clouds it all, the mixture of pain and pleasure becoming so intoxicating! Your hips bucking torn between more and escaping the hold you’re in. Long Haul chokes not expecting to take much more so suddenly, though his optics roll back with your transfluid gushing down his throat and trying to greedily drink it all.
Just to be shoved away by Scavenger, who swiftly slams your spike all the way down his throat, sucking and messily slurping down the remaining transfluid you have.
“You afthole, it was my turn on their spike!” Though the snarl falls on deaf audials.
Mixmaster, however, is left unchallenged, his own hips bucking into the air with his dermas off your node and right to your creaming hole. He can’t stop moaning against the pretty valve in his face. When your frame goes limp then the three pull off your array, leaving you venting harshly. Your optics are glazed over, audials feeling like they are stuffed with mesh, barely registering the group are all smirking and chuckling, already planning how to pick you apart now that they have you alone in the washroom with them.
“Slag, just look at you! Ain’t you a filthy sight?” Hook coos at you, moving his hips in your almost limp fist. Primus, he shouldn’t be enjoying this as much as he is, he’s suppose to be taking care of you, washing you up for a long stasis, but he really isn’t any better than the other cons, is he?
“Could keep ya all to ourselves like this.” Scrapper sighs out, his engine rumbling in a low purr taking in the sight of you, all fragged out and dripping with transfluid, watching your all too sensitive hips twitch up on their own accord, spurting more of your own transfluid like you overloaded just from their words.
You whimper, optics slowly blinking as you try to gather yourself, but all you can focus on is Bonecrusher’s still throbbing spike against your face. The mech before you huffs, his frame gently shaking as you run your glossa along what you can reach, giving it a wet kiss as a silent ‘thank you’. You really are after his spark, ain’t ya?
Scavenger leans back, silently shoving Mix’s helm out of the way, much to the other’s annoyance. But Mix focuses his energy onto your gaping holes, showing his love by pushing his glossa in and licking your fluids right from the source. Scavenger wets his digits with his own spit before reaching down and pinching your pulsing node between his digits.
Your optics widen, pedes snapping shut around Mixmaster’s helm with a violent tremble, your intake dropping open with a loud squeal that makes your voice crack and pitch into static. Your hips lurch forward, grinding across Mix’s face, using him for your pleasure. Mixmaster’s optics roll back, his hips jerking, humping the air in desperation, spraying his transfluid everywhere expect where he wants it the most.
A series of swears echo around, jaws dropping at the sight of those pretty optics rolling back with tears stinging them. Your overload gushing from your valve, coating Mix and Scavenger in your spraying transfluid.
“Keep goin’!”
“Primus, look at them! Get a picture, look at that slaggin’ face!”
“That’s it, Boss, lookin’ so good for us! Keep screamin’, c’mon, let’s hear that pretty voice.”
Scrapper’s helm perks up, looking away from you at an all too familiar sound.
“Scrap, we have company.”
Hook groans, still fucking his transfluid into your fist, “See this is exactly why I told you bag of bolts to keep it down!”
Just how many more are going to have your body for themselves?
“ would you like me to seduce you? ” transformers concubus au
cybertronian darling! x yan! transformers
nsfw (× dubious consent)/valveplug/18+!
mtmte/idw
𖹭 rodimus prime, rung, swerve, ultra magnus (minimus ambus)
concubus! yan! rodimus prime is the sluttiest concubus prime of them all. he's famous for his sexual exploits. search up cybertronian porn, and his videos rank top every time.
he has an extensive list of every bot he has ever fragged and still plans to frag. it is quite possibly the only thing he's able to keep organized. your designation is at the top in bold red letters under a section that has been horribly vacant—for forever, really. conjunx. he has had many offers, but he really isn't into being tied down. defining things.
with you? it's different. he gets this fluttery feeling in his spark that makes him want to take you on cam over and over and over again so everyone can know you're taken. if anyone else gets near you, they can smell him on you (in you). so that you know that he isn't all show. no one can make you overload like he can.
concubus! yan! rung, who seems to be the most normal out of all the LL members. they all seem to have this certain flair to them that is absent within him. that is the most dangerous thing about him. he is the deity of pleasure and knows how masterfully to control it. he hardly acts on his inclinations, priding himself on his restraint, but you make him ravenous.
his therapy sessions came about because of your problems with intimacy. he offers you a safe space to explore your needs and desires, never making you feel like too much or too little. every word he says, every action he takes, is so painfully arousing.
he never leaves you unsatisfied. all he asks is that you keep your pretty lipplates shut about the more intimate service he's offering you. he'd truly hate to have you leaking everywhere, unable to leave your habsuite without risking humiliation. the thought of all those hungry optics on you is equally pleasing and infuriating.
concubus! yan! swerve attracts you through his awkward demeanor. most beings wouldn't suspect him to be someone who relies on interfacing to survive. still, he's more likely to appear in your recharge—offering to overstim you while his spike is leaking than shy away from your touch. well, maybe he would, because your casual glances and brief moments together make him overload.
what? he's still a pretty new concubus. he does not have all his ways refined. he more often than not ends up self-servicing while secretly watching other cybertronians get off like the dirty voyeur he is. his favorite thing to do is make you horny and watch you frag yourself, imagining it was him servicing you instead. maybe he's the tiniest bit insecure.
his bar is a favorite on the LL because of how addictive his drinks are. his special addictive always gets the residents of the LL hot and heavy with each other quick, keeping his natural inclinations temporarily satisfied.
concubus! yan! ultra magnus (minimus ambus) goes by the long-standing traditions of concubus culture. never does he stray. he is also quick to put an end to any tomfoolery any other concubus' on the ship may enact (cough, cough: rodimus, whirl, and way too many others.)
he formally seduces you, inquiring if he can mark you as his before he can give you the pleasure you so greatly desire. how could you say no? your systems are overheating, and you feel as if you've been edged for vorns on end, despite only starting what was supposed to be a casual conversation a few minutes ago.
you don't remember him asking you to be marked. all you know is that there's an arousing minibot with the designation of "minimus" that continues to visit you in the night, leaving you spent and (almost) wishing you were sparked.
the transformers
𖹭 megatron, metroplex, optimus prime, starscream
concubus! yan! megatron demands attention. he demands obedience from you. he is brash and unabashed in his infatuation with you. whenever he is able, he has you. you are his main food source. he gets quite violent when any of his subordinates attempt to siphon any of your arousal or just your energy in general. that is certain death. (it doesn't stop starscream from doing it.) he enjoys the ego boost he gets when one of his soldiers walks in and he has you spread out. you take him so nicely. they better leave quickly, or he may dominate them next.
you are definitely fragging yourself with him in his alt mode. it's something he tells you to do when he's exhausted but still wants to get you and himself off. megatron squirts transfluid into you through his barrel.
concubus! yan! metroplex is far more in tune than you'd think. you often feel a soft probing in your processor, and then you're filled with fantasies that end up with you quickly self-servicing before getting back to your duties. he is patient with you, knowing that no matter how bad he wants to spike you he's far too big in his form.
he settles on leading you into any one of the large rooms that hold his machinery. you just felt drawn there. something will look off. you go to take care of it, and suddenly you're bent over. he's whispering in your mind as his wires wait to probe you. there's something so inherently erotic about one of his thick wires fragging you senseless. your pedes just barely are unable to touch the floor. he'll pull overload after overload out of you and ask for nothing in return.
when he's in root mode, you don't exactly get a chance to speak with him. but his telepathic connection to you is more than enough to make his intentions clear (if him constantly wire-fucking you wasn't enough of a sign.)
he gets bolder and will enter your processor more often, even settling in there. he's able to coax you into overloading whenever he tells you to, even if it's at your inconvenience. just once he wants to have you retract your panel in the middle of a meeting and overload in front of them. just so they know that he is taking care of you better than any other bot ever could.
concubus! yan! optimus prime is a giver by nature. he is kind towards you, soft in so many ways. he knows it's a weakness. the last thing he needs is megatron, of all forsaken mechs, seducing you into his faction just to get back at prime. that doesn't stop him from giving you everything you deserve; just be more cautious about it.
he gets spike and valve drunk so easily. one would think you were the concubus prime that seduced him. it's the only time his mask is retracted. by the names of every prime before him, his glossa and servos are naturally skilled thanks to them.
he's a breeder by spark. he wants to give the greatest thing he can to you: new life. he doesn't know what gets his spike pressurized quicker: you sparking him or him sparking you. he'd be so grateful to be a carrier, even in this war. the knowledge that the most intimate part of you would be inside him is almost too much to bear. you being the carrier? he'd get to watch you swell with your shared creation. he'd get to coax so many overloads out of your aching spike and puffy valve. his pillow prince(ss), seeing as how he doesn't want to strain your frame.
concubus! yan! starscream is bratty through and through. he lightly humiliates you in front of your fellow decepticons, really bringing out his depravity when in private. should he tie you up in one of the war rooms, a replica of his spike keeping you full? anyone could walk in at any moment. or maybe he could make you wear a spike ring. keep you needy for him. definitely something that vibrates or is connected to you. you're trying so hard not to fall apart in battle, or in general talk with other deceptions, but they can tell something is up with you.
making you fail so he can punish you is his favorite pastime. he sees the irritation in your optics as you have to give in to the second-in-command's whims. he spanks you, having to retract your interface panel so he can chastise you for getting so leaky over being reprimanded. one would think you're breaking the rules on purpose to get his attention. he'll swat at your aft while giving only one of your interface parts attention. your valve will be weeping transfluid as your spike is painfully pressurized or your spike is struggling to overload again as your valve is well lubricated and clenching around nothing.
he may be a switch, but he always maintains power in some aspect. if you dare to try and edge him when he isn't in the mood, he'll quickly correct that behavior!
concubus! yan! blaster despises having to take your orders. you'd look much better below him. instead, you cut him off and force him to do your bidding. he makes his subordinates' lives worse than you ever could, taking out his suppressed sexual desire in violence. he's fragged plenty of the lower autobots. he's used them and left. most his rank or higher could never stand him long enough to frag him. the few that did didn't stick around.
he's often stuck fantasizing about what he'll do when he finally gets you to submit to him. he'll make sure your moans are heard all over the base. he'll be rough. he won't stop until your frame forces itself into a temporary stasis. his transfluid will be flowing out of every part of your frame. new dents have been made because of his tight grip. you can't get his fragging soundtrack out of your processor. you'll be lucky if you don't end up sparked. he won't take responsibility if you do.
you'll have to beg for his attention instead of you forcing his. you'll be more than used. you'll owned—by him.
he'll record your fragging session and use it as blackmail. he'll often replay it to himself to get off.
his thoughts run wild with scenarios far darker than that. he'll enact them all. he just needs to get you vulnerable enough.
concubus! yan! soundwave knows he needs to reform the autobot that has piqued his interest. he has gotten the go-ahead from megatron. what better way than exposure therapy? he'll show you how much he loves you. love conquers everything, even intense brainwashing from a genocidal dictator. he infantilizes you to a certain extent. he sees you more as a product of your outcomes but will still hold you accountable—just with more leeway.
you only get to overload if you've been good. and no touching yourself. he doesn't want to restrain your servos or put a chastity lock on your interface panel, but he will if you disobey.
his vocalizer and words are so soft, so smooth on your processor, that you'd be really stubborn not to give in and listen to him. he promises you unending pleasure. he promises you unconditional love. he promises you a bright future. you'd have to be out of your processor to turn those things down.
maybe he'll telepathically force you into submission if you really aren't receptive to his therapy. he doesn't see it as bad. he isn't manipulating you in a bad way. he's doing it for your own good.
he'll neglect himself to teach you that their ways are right.
what more could you want from a concubus lover?
transformers: the headmasters
𖹭 cerebros/fortress maximus
concubus! yan! cerebros could transform into fortress maximus any time on any day with you around. the other autobot headmasters quickly notice their commander's infatuation with you. they all psychically agree to be the best wingmasters for him. it only makes his need for you worse. he wants to ravage you in the most tender way possible.
he has to step away to self-service at least half a dozen times a day. he doesn't want to scare you. primus, that's the last thing he wants.
he can't help but teach you how to develop a telepathic connection with him. he knows to an extent it's wrong to trust such a sacred secret to someone he isn't bonded to (yet). it makes it so much easier to express his feelings for you. how could you deny a connection to him when you're overwhelmed by how very much his existence revolves around you?
he may or may not play dirty, telekinetically controlling your frame in small ways that will lead you to seek him out.
the first time you frag, he accidentally activates fortress maximus.
thinking about optimus prime being absolutely enthralled by you - with you . to fall in love with a human , he thought it could never happen .. but the growth and care he had for others , it now deemed true . factual . but you . you are different and cannot understand why or how . .
you are but a mere mortal , he - an alien race , a mecha of sorts. to see you live your life and grasp it close , to love everything around you . . how could he not love you ?
to learn what you eat , your hobbies , where you resided before this . . how your body reacts to touches and certain simple praises he gives you . he’s caught on to it all . he is bewitched - lured - encapsulated by your whole life.
and he has learned how to pleasure you . with such a difference in size , he had not a clue how he’d please you . but all is well and has a sense of relief - as he raises his hand out , letting your body lay along his fingers . your panties already damp , just from looking at him .
he’s big and shines in the light , painted in blue and red and silver . he’s slightly rusted in several areas but it gives him character . even so , you can tell that he keeps up with the interior and exterior of his body . he is everything you’ve ever wanted and more .
a soft sigh slips past your lips , hips subconsciously rolling against rough metallic fingers . he stares into your eyes - intense but soft . you can cum on his hand , as you both know - it has happened in the past .
even for him not having a cock , he’s promised you one . . one that he will make just for you - even if all you can do is rub against the tip . it drives you wild , knowing he’d go that far for you ; to go out of his way to pleasure you . slick builds in your panties , his fingers much shinier than before , lathered in your juices and body close to releasing .
he whispers sweet praises to you , humming soft tunes and breath turning heavy with yours . he would do anything to be able to taste you . . but he dreams of it . your hips rock faster , head tilting back at the sheer coldness of his metal . it sends a rush to your pussy , lips slightly open as moans spill from them .
and with one more praise , you release . your cum paints his hand , legs shaking from the bliss and euphoria of it all . you have to laugh - how could you not ? out of every lover you’ve had , a mecha has and will be your best ..
The Lost Light and You are put at a disadvantage with the Combaticons. They want Megatron to hand over to DJD. You try to negotiate with them for Megatron to stay
Liason!Y/n: Listen, pal, you seem like an honest guy. Mm, is there any other deal that you can accept?
Swindle*Looks at the others and grins, pointing at you*Orgy
Liason!Y/n*Thinks about it nervously and points at the captains, themselves, and him*Hmm... You, me, and them?
Swindle: Mmm, Me, Combaticons, you~
Liason!Y/n*heavy sigh and rolls eyes nodding*UGHHH. I guess it's one of those things a Liason has to do...
You're in a bed, surrounded by the Combaticons. Swindle has his Servo on your naked thigh just above your robe, which you are taking off, and throws it at the "hidden" camera, which Swindle thought you wouldn't notice, blocking its view, but the sound can still be heard
Liason!Y/n*Looks at Swindle and Vortex on both of your sides while the others are infront of you*Now, before we start, what's the safe word?
Swindle: Cinnamon~
Liason!Y/n: Ooh, I like that. Now, I'd like to try something new, if you don't mind
Pairing: Bayverse! Optimus prime x Human!reader, Orion Pax X Autobot!reader
Word count: idk
Warnings: NSFW hcs,
i love love love these boys sooooo much!!
i might try to do these hc for most of my favorite bots :3
BAYVERSE!OPTIMUS
He definitely court's you instead of having a talking stage, hes a serious bot who’s serious about you!!!
He doesn't try to impress you or go out of his way or be different, he wants you to like him for how he presents himself normally
He worries for you during battles!! You're so tiny and humans are so fragile!!
Although he is the stoic and strong leader, he's so soft on you and gets all gushy on the inside, his cooling fans have to be on anytime you're around!
His version of flirting is just talking to you and light touches here and there
He gets all giddy after the tip of his servo slightly touches your head
He will die if you hold his servo or climb onto him
He loves having you on his shoulders!!!
The first time it happened, he was saving you from being crushed in some rubble, without thinking about it he threw you onto his shoulder
His mind blanked the second you grabbed onto him to steady yourself
Poor bot nearly crashed
Absolutely dies when you kiss his faceplate as a thank you
I feel like he would think youre aware of the fact he's courting you so he gets confused when you are shocked he asks you to be his partner
Dies from embarrassment, inside of course, can't show you that he's all soft
(He loves being soft on you)
NSFW
God this autobot will be the death of me, gets teased by the team about being “vanilla”
I think hes the most perverted one on the team (should I make hcs about the team being perverts?)
WILL STEAL YOUR UNDERWEAR
Once accidentally saw you changing and has been obsessed ever since, tries to see you like that again and again
OBSESSED with the size difference!!!! He loves the fact a finger barely fits!!!
He loves to “choke” you ( its just him putting one servo on you throat)
I think he lowkey finds it hot that he can kill you if he nots careful? Like he would never do it but the thought hangs over his head all the time
ORION PAX (and lowkey D-16)
This moron thinks stealing things for you makes you like him (it works)
He steals decals of zeta prime for you at the same time he gets megatronus decals for Dee!!
You work in the refinery rather than the mines, he sneaks over all the time to see you
Elita loves you but desperately pleads with you to tell Orion to stop sneaking off (newsflash already tried that!!)
He's so sweet though, he didnt even really need to try to romance you, just him telling you about his adventures and his bigger dreams made you fall for him
D-16 is intertwined deeply with him so of course hes intertwined with you
I genuinely do not think that you can have a relationship of any kind with Orion and not have D-16 so wildly involved, Orion will pick Dee over anything in this world.
He loves you of course, wants nothing more than to be with you, but D-16 reigns supreme for Orions love
NSFW
I think like his bayverse counterpart this dude is so far from vanilla
Will get down and dirty anywhere at any time!!!
You give him the eyes and hes lunging for you
(Yall definitely have 3somes with D-16 alllllllll the time!!!! It's actually more common than just you and tOrion lol)
He loves loves loves grabbing onto your hips!! Doggy? Hips are grabbed and bruised. Youre on top? He's guiding you by your hips!!!
His grip is bruising but sooooo good, God to be guided by Orion would go crazy
Has an oral fixation!!! Loves his servos in your mouth, loves his spike in your mouth, oh especially when you make eye contact with him!!
He's obsessed
He's even more obsessed with seeing D-16 fuck you and you whining for him to join in!!!!!!
