Feral Monsterlover

•No matter youe stature, you're always gonna be adorable to him.

•He's slow with it, using his charm to convince you to stay closer to him. There are so many evil decepticons running around, to dangerous for a lil thing like you.

•No matter how "buff" and "strong" you think you are.

•You notice some clothes of yours go missing, and Jazz gingerly brings you replacements. In the form of short desses and skirts. No matter how much you sputter and shriek you can't wear it, he'll just gently shush you and urge you to wear it. For him.

•He's been working so hard to keep you safe, surely you can do this one thing for him?

•Calls you "princess" and "doll" with his stupid, charming voice. You can't even be mad, not even when his servos go under crop top and wander down to your skirt.

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Curses, a thousand curses on this stupid mech! Curse his voice! Curse smirk and most of all, curse his stupid spike! "We shoulda done this a long time ago, doll". You can't believe you let him talk you into this...this...everything! Face down ass up with some charming pervert snapping his hips into you. A slap to your ass forces you out of your head, a yelp comes out before you growl at Jazz. All you get in turn is a coo. "Hahhh, what a view. I knew organics were soft but damn, look at that ass jiggling with every thrust! Even better with this on, princess" you dont even get to fire a snarky remark before Jazz hooks a finger under the lace panties, he so lovingly convinced you to wear, and let fabric snap back onto your sweaty skin.

You don't get much more time to think as Jazz slides his servo under you chest and hoist your upper body up, pinching one of your nipples, while his other servo rests on your stomach, feeling his spike bulge it with every thrust. You get no warning when he thrust one last time, particulary hard might you add, and unloads enough transfluid that it starts to spill out of your hole and around his spike. Driving you into your own orgasam. Jazz attacks you neck with a dozen kisses and praise. "Oh frag, keep clenching that pussy of yours doll and you'll have me addicted to it" He moans in between kisses. You get barely a minute before he moves his hips again.

You can't believe this is what your week turned into.

Megatron Mtmte

As Earth's Liaison, Megatron kept his distance from you, mostly because of his guilt and shame.

Guilt for all the crimes he committed against your race and shame for having his processor imagine you as a house conjunx, filled with his sparklings and wearing frilly little aprons he saw humans wear in the shows swerve is so obsessed with.

You are here to keep a eye on him, nothing more and here he is, thinking about you acting as what humans call a wife to him.

He knows he can't spark you up, chances between human and Cybertronian conception is highly unlikley, not to mention you dont even have the necessary biology to carry offspring like your female counterparts. Yet here he is, desperate to fill you up and spark you up.

Can't be in a room with your for 10 seconds before his fans start to blast on full power.

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Servos work faster and faster on his spike, the sounds of his fans are deafening. Megatron hates what you do to him, force him to imagine you as a pretty little hole for him to use and ruin. Megatron shudders a breath when the thought of forcefully shoving you in what humans call, a wedding dress, and taking you as his conjunx. Shame floods him as his thoughts wander how he'd intimade you to submit and obey him if he was still a warmonger. Optics close as the image of you, bend over his lap, ass red from spanking and plugged with a jeweld toy are brought to tears. A punishment for disobeying him. Oh how his old self would cage your cock, insisting you have no use for it anyway, playing with it as if it were a node. His spike throbs at the notion. You'd be so pliant, so snug around his spike. Perfect for carrying. He could make your organic body more compatible, to be able to carry sparklings, swell pecs to carry nourishment for them and him. Forcing you if he had to, for you had no right to deny him anyway-

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