MDNI 18+

IT'S SMUT YA'LL

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Passion.

That was what was coursing through her as Optimus trapped her against the wall. His servos were pressed against the stone supporting his weight on it in his mass displaced form. They gazed at each other, completely enraptured. Y/n lunged for him and he met her by wrapping an arm around her waist hoisting her up to his level. Her arms wrapped around his neck. Their lips tangled together, their tongues battling to see who would win. Optimus won in the long run.

He smothered her, letting her feel how all encompassing he was. Home, he felt like Home. As they both pulled away slowly, savoring the tingling sensation left on their lips, Optimus's heady gaze landed on her own e/c eyes before they were on each other again. Without privacy they wouldn't be able to let loose the whole package but it was enough. They had been pining after each other for too long… and now he was leaving… he wanted to give her a goodbye. But he wasn't about to leave her without truly expressing himself to her.

Optimus's servo slipped between them rubbing at the tight pants that held back the prize he wanted most. Y/n couldn't help but moan against his lips bucking into his servo. Optimus chuckled softly pulling away from her, just enough to pin her with his hips to give his other servo freedom. She sat right on his interfacing panel that was warming up by the minute. He was already thinking of stopping, giving her the time to properly do this, to properly take her somewhere private and secluded so that even the gods themselves could hear them. He wanted her stretched around his spike, taking everything she could possibly take with her smaller human body. The fit would be a daunting experience but he was more than prepared to take his time. Just maybe not this time. Maybe when he returns… if she waits for him.

His servo slipped into her pants a digit collecting the juices that her human valve made. A small rumble escaped his voice as he leaned his forehead against her own as he toyed with her. He found the little sweet pleasure button sending her into squirming fits. Her hips chased After his servo, her thighs violently shaking with each passing swipe. HIs sensors still didn’t pick up anything on his radar but that didn't mean they couldn’t be careful.A certain thrill shot through Optimus before he pulled down her pants more and thrusted a digit into her tight hole. She moaned softly, her head throwing back against the wall as she swirled her hips against his thrusting digit. He slowly added a second one, his lips kissing her temple, her cheek and down her neck to the swell of her breasts. Her arms wrapped around his neck a small gasp coming from her lips “Optimus.”

Optimus growled softly as he threw all caution to the wind and nearly tore off her pants in his desperate attempt to get closer to her. Once they were off Optimus pulled his digits from her, a small whine leaving her lips. “I’ve got you,” He soothed softly before his interfacing panel slid open and his spike housing disengaged. HIs spike sprang free as he quickly positioned her over the tip of him. Slowly… ever so slowly he slid into her, until his hips were nearly flush with her pelvis. She took him so well, and he sang her soft praises that had her sobbing. He moved, finally drawing small moans that she tried to muffle against his armor. Y/n panted, her eyes closed tightly until Optimus pulled her up to look at him. Bright cyan met e/c, and the dazed look on her face had his hips moving faster. Y/n moaned a bit louder before covering her mouth, and Optimus quickly pulled her hand away so he could capture her lips again. He swallowed every moan and gasp, his hips dragging against her walls in long strokes.

“Optimus!” Y/n said shakily against his lips, her his bucking into his as her body finally came undone. Optimus groaned softly, his grip tightening at the feeling of her walls enclosing around his spike with every bit of strength she could muster. It was delicious.

His pace grew sloppy, faltering until he came burying his face into the crook of her neck. He bit her, muffling his moan of pleasure as his body ratted at the force of his overload. He thrusted a few more times making sure she took every bit of it. He wanted her to remember the ache between her legs and the mark he left on her. Things to make her never forget him.

“Come back to me,” She whispered softly, dragging his helm up to meet her eyes.

“Always.”

Seeing Ratchet in a domestic setting was cute at best, but something about him in his holoform sitting on her couch with a cup of coffee was just extremely sexy. The grouch rarely used his holoform out in the field unlike many of the others who used them more regularly but when he did, it was usually with her. She was no spring chicken, but hell Ratchet made her feel like she wasn't as old as she felt. For a human in her mid 40s, she was envious of Ratchet's seemingly endless supply of energy. She did have to take into consideration that the mech was considerably older to even the bots but he at least could still kick ass when he needed to. These realizations were painful that eventually her life will expire while he will live on for possibly several million years if he took the time to take care of himself. "Do my eyes deceive me? Doc Bot is actually taking time for himself?"

His eyes narrowed a bit at the nickname she called him by, granted she was the only one who could get by calling him that without having something thrown at her. But oh! did that look send a small shiver down her spine. Shutting her door y/n started taking off her coat hanging it up on the coat rack by the door. "Y/n… I'm not in the mood for any of your shenanigans," He grumbled, sticking his nose further into the newspaper he was reading. "I've had enough of it from Wheeljack today."

Sighing softly Y/n set her bag on the dining table, the satchel making a soft thud with its weight hitting the wood. Her laptop was sturdy enough to withstand the abuse. "What did he do now?" It was better for him to talk it out, for someone who has had a millennia of time to work on his people skills he sure did suck at not letting others get to him. Especially when Wheeljack purposefully did it to antagonize Ratchet. Jackie was a good bot but he just didn't know when to take a hint when it came to people's feelings.

"What doesn't he do?" Ratchet rolled his very blue human-like eyes. Somehow she never could get used to how vividly blue they were for how tired and beaten down he was. She could tell how much this one affected him, and she would have to have another talk with Wheeljack. It would definitely be better then Ratchet giving him another dent that required the mech to sit with an already angry Ratchet to ruthlessly buff it out. Y/n grabbed Ratchet's cup of coffee and took a drink from it

"What does it mean about how an old dog can't learn new tricks?"Coffee immediately flew everywhere as y/n choked on it laughing. Strike one for Wheeljack learning Earth Lingo. Ratchet the ever concerned boyfriend patted her back some before he left to grab a few towels to wipe up the mess. After trying not to die, and easing Ratchet's concern, she finally pulled herself together.

"It means a lot of things actually, just depends on the context," She said, taking one of the rags to wipe herself down. "The most common one is used in a derogatory way saying that older men and women are so set in their ways that they can't learn to adapt. It's like a double edge sword really." Yeah Wheeljack will definitely be getting a serious talk from her. The dark look that crossed Ratchet's face had her grabbing his hands, a small smirk on her lips "I wasn't laughing at you first of all, it just surprises me what new shit he picks up every day. But I know you better than him and whatever the meaning he meant behind it, is not true. I think you're very adaptive." The hint was easily caught and Ratchet face softened some to an almost cocky assurance. She had him now and stroked his ego to get his thoughts away from Wheeljack and had never let her down. Gripping his chin she pulled Ratchet a bit closer to her before pecking a kiss to his lips "He's just jealous that this Old Dog probably knows more tricks than he does," Ratchet harrumphed against her lips, a hand rested against her neck to hold her there just a bit longer.

When they pulled away Ratchet had the smugest look on his face "This Old Dog just might have to show you those tricks."

"I think that can be arranged, I'm always up for learning."

Im back.

Had some issues to deal with, family death, and a lot of traveling. I'm not taking any requests, but I am gonna post the stories I've been working on. I have quite a few chapters since my last post and a new story put out. Will post all of that soon.

Going Dark

I'm sorry to the people who requested stuff from me. But I'm in a time of life where things suck right now, and my motivation and inspiration are zero. I'm dealing with a LOT of shit. So again, I apologize to anyone who requested something from me.

I'll add this to the repertoire of things I've completed.

Enjoy!

CHAPTER 5 IS UP AND RUNNING. Sorry, I'm so late!

Chapter 4 of "The Sun and The Moon" is up now!