{{Chase}} they/them 23

Holland March is currently in his house, and could be found fucking his hot young assistant in his living room recliner.

Your back is pressed up against his chest, sweat making your skin stick together. He has you splayed out as much as possible, your legs are spread out and thrown over his own, your ankles locked behind his calves so you cannot pull them closed. He has given himself as much space as possible to roughly toy with your clit, while the other hand is currently shoving two fingers down your throat to keep you quiet. 

It is just not working, high pitch whines and moans could be heard throughout the March house. Thankfully no one was home, or would be home for hours, giving him plenty of time to make to sexually torture you.

You were a cute little thing, you came to him expressing how amazing you thought he was and how inspired you felt to become a private detective, although nobody would hire you. He jumped on the proposal, you were too hot and into him to pass up, although Healy thought you were being taken advantage of and expressed his opinion thoroughly. 

After a heated conversation between March and Healy, it was agreed upon that they would take you in as an assistant and you would follow them on their cases. You were in charge of information, finding cases, and the occasional baby-sitting of Holly, although she really didn't need to be baby-sat.

Healy slowly came to the idea of having an assistant to keep track of everything but he still made sure March stayed in line when you were around, which wasn’t a very controllable thing. If Holland March liked you, then there wasn’t much that would stand in his way, not his business partner or even his daughter, the latter half mattered more, but it was a good thing for him that she adored you.

And now here you are almost  a year later, being roughly fucked by your boss, who you almost thought was in love with you. He kept muttering something that sounded like the word ‘love’ but you were too fucked out to really listen.

His teeth were locked on your shoulder, suppressing his own audial desire for you. His teeth are digging so deep into your skin that it was drawing blood, the red mixing with lipstick on his face that was leftover from the hot and heavy makeout that led to this situation. He would have to admire the marks he has been leaving on you at a later time. It was not his fault, you came over in shorts and a tighter top to combat the heat of the summer, you looked too good not to fondle.

His groans and pitched breathing were still heard past his locked jaw among the babble that he couldn’t keep in, his actions to keep quiet were futile. You just felt too good wrapped around his cock, the velvety feeling and occasional squeeze was sending him to heaven.

“Fuck, Doll, you feel so good,” his voice was loud and whiny, not exactly how he wanted it to come out, wanting to sound more rough and deep.

He has edged you for the past 2 hours, letting you almost get the relief and then snatching it away, leaving you babbling ‘please’s’ and whiny begging for release. 

His fingers circle your clit in differing speeds, going from rougher pressure to almost none at all, leaving your legs shaking uncontrollably at this point. 

Taking his fingers out of your mouth, he drags them across your face and down your neck to your nipple, rubbing circles as it pebbles with the stimulation. The wetness of his fingers add to the sensation, giving your body a whole other thing to bring you to release. 

“Please, Mr. March, please let me cum,” you plead with the man, squeezing tightly when he pinches your nipple rather than responding. His dick twitches at the formality, not wanting to think of what the implications would be if he heard you call him ‘sir’ or ‘Mr. March’ again.

“God, Holland is just fine, sugar,” he lifts you up slightly, his hands leaving both your clit and nipple, leaving your orgasm that was winding up to flit away, he drops you roughly.

Drawing out a moan when his tip makes connection with your cervix, noticing how much it affected you, he decides to continue that action a few times. It makes his ego swell when he hits your cervix without even trying, hearing you moan out his name and for release, also swells his ego.

God, fucking you silly has been on his radar since he first met you. With your too tight pinstripe suit, buttons popping in the perfect spots, your curves seemed to be shoved into the fabric in the name of professionalism. The way you stare at him with unbridled admiration and what he also hopes is genuine love, he wants more than just a fuck buddy, even if you refuse his invitations for proper dates. 

You have been unsure of if he actually wanted to take you out or just have a reason to fuck you in his car, which if you weren’t trying to get fired, you would definitely let him have his way with you in that beautiful car.

You were young and hopeful, no Private Investigation office wanted to hire a woman, a young one at that. You had just finished an interview that you knew was going nowhere when you spotted the three of them on what looked like a day off, knowing this was your only chance to meet the men behind the auto show.

As you were making your way towards them, you and Mr. March made eye contact, making you extremely flustered as you thought he was just about the most handsome man in the world. You had kept tabs on them since their auto show fiasco, if you were honest, you had kept a tab on Mr. Healy longer, just due to his dinner incident. What kind of detective wouldn’t keep tabs on them?

You were glad you had approached them, seeing now you were getting fucked dumb and your cunt stretched. His movements have stopped, he’s since released your shoulder, teeth and lips bloody. He raises a hand to your neck, squeezing it while pulling you fully flush against his chest, he’s taking a moment to breathe so he doesn't cum so fast. If you would call two whole hours of fucking ‘fast,’ you wouldn’t care if he came in you at this point, anything to finally orgasm.

“Si- Holland, please, i need to cum,” hearing you almost call him sir made his dick twitch again, okay so now he knows what would  happen. You’d be saying the same thing over and over, maybe it was time to finally let you cum, he doesn’t want this moment to end knowing he would cum nearly right after  you did.

“You want to come on my cock so bad, Sugar, don’t cha,” he couldn't hide the excitement that was boiling under his skin, he wanted to feel it just as much as you did. His fingers found your clit again, dragging rough circles with even pressure, he was definitely going to make you cum this time. Your body shook with the stimulation, not quite there but anticipation was eating you up, one hand reaching up to clasp the muscular arm that was holding you flush, clawing at it with want.

Your legs went taut, insinuating that you were close, his pace on your clit sped up, and now he was roughly thrusting as much as he could. You were about to have the best orgasm of your life.

Your moans and whines could be heard throughout the house, mixed in with the noises Holland was making, you're sure the neighbors could hear you. Not that the two of you cared.

Finally, your orgasm came, it shook your entire body leaving you a whimpering and whining mess. Holland didn’t stop there though, he was chasing his own high now, while albeit still trying to make you cum another time. His fingers still on your swollen clit, his thrusting pace was brutal, hitting your cervix time after time.

His pace was slowly coming to an end, his hands on your hips, fingers digging into the plush skin of your hips leaving fingertip sized bruises. He thrust two or three more times before cumming in you, wrapping both muscular arms around your stomach to keep you in place, not like you wanted to be anywhere else but here with him.

His hips popped up a bit more before he finally settled down, his soft hands rubbing your belly and reaching to squeeze your tit.

“You feel okay, sweetheart?” a genuine question, just now realizing how rough he’d been with you. He lifts you up so he can pull out, dick twitching at the whimper you let out, watching the cum leak out of your cunt.

“Yes, that was amazing,” you had maneuvered around to be cradled in his arms now, his gentle but calloused hands running through your hair. 

He suddenly stands up, carrying you bridle style to his bathroom, running a bath and setting you in it. After the bath, he sat you down in his bed for you to sleep the rest of the day, grateful for no active cases at the moment.

He dresses casually to brew himself a cup of coffee, he lets out a rather girly squeal when getting into his kitchen. Healy sits at the dinner table, with 2 cups of coffee, one for himself and one for holland.

“So you fucked her, huh,” Healy’s voice comes out rough, slightly disappointed.

“What are you doing in my house, and how long have you been here,” March was mortified, he did not want such a private moment to be disrupted.

“Not long, you two just started bathing,” he takes a sip mid sentence, “well, a little before that.”

Holland's heart drops to his balls, he did not want Healy to see you the way he had.

“When are you gonna let me have a turn,” Holland lost it, jumping across the table at Healy, they rolled on the floor a bit.

Optimus Prime

I feel that this could go both ways, he's so super used to it and it is no longer a special or intimate thing UNTIL he has you in there, and you're rubbing his interior absentmindedly.

You can hear the fans get to a higher speed but don't think anything of it.

You are still tracing his stitching, the fans blowing in the back and soft music is playing, something from the early 60s. It is a peaceful scene from your perspective, but what you can’t tell is that Optimus is holding back groans, the way your fingers run along his interior makes him want to explode.

I don’t think he would think the same way about someone being in his alt mode after you.

Bumblebee

I think he is another one that is very open to humans hanging out in his alt mode casually, he has been on earth for a lot longer than he was on cybertron so the rules and imposed modesty has not made a mark.

He wouldnt think twice about you sitting in the drivers seat, until you’re in a skirt and he can feel your soft skin, and you’re gripping the gearshift. It is a normal and comfortable spot to land your hand when driving your own car, so why would it be any different? You don’t realize that maybe certain things lead to certain places when in an autobot. His radio starts malfunctioning and buzzing rather than playing music, he couldn’t hide that he was flustered to save his life.

Starscream

Hes absolutely disgusted to have a vile human in his pristine cockpit, but he couldn’t leave you with the autobots

He probably has to fight with you on not touching anything, no buttons or levers, humans are so curious but might not like what being curious leads to with an already upset decepticon. If you settled in and listened to him, he would not mind nearly as much, it is quiet and peaceful. 

I think as the leader of the high guard he would definitely spoil you!

If we think about him in the other comic runs or series, before joining the decepticon forces he was soft and kind and very loving.

He’s even mentioned as being an artist, so i’d love to imagine he would paint you a lot, or teach you how to paint!

Being a leader though he would be gone very very often and probably for a long time too, especially if hes been sent on a mission. The soft moments when he comes home makes up for it though, very very affectionate and gentle with you

If you ever saw him with his command though it would startle you how rough and different he is with them. He HAS to have a strong and commanding aura to be able to be the leader of the high guard.

You can’t even remember the number of car lots you’ve been in at this point, the search for a vehicle was more taxing than you thought it would be. The car salesman was going on and on about something that the last five had already talked about, when would it end? Even during mid October it was burning hot, sweat was dripping down your back in an uncomfortable way making your top stick to your back.

Being sticky and hot was not something you planned for, there was supposed to be a breeze to help the heat die down but the weatherman had been wrong about that. None of the cars you’ve seen have sparked an interest, half of them are beat to hell, and you’d rather not have to fix it up before being able to drive it. Your poor car had been demolished in a head on collision, leaving you semi-okay but your car was anything but okay. Were you scared to drive now? Maybe a little bit, even going as far as to make you almost want a truck. Almost. 

“Uhm,, Ma’am?” you looked back at the car salesman, oh, you must’ve drifted off into your thoughts. 

“Sorry, I just was taking it all in,” you shook your head, almost as if to reset your brain, hearing the man laugh was the last straw. You’re hot and tired, he hasn’t shown you anything that you described or said you needed. You whip around to walk away when something in the corner catches your eye, turning slightly to face it more, it’s bright yellow with black racing stripes.

 It was the shiniest and brightest yellow camaro you’ve ever seen, it seemed to have just come out of the car wash, waxed and with no scratches in sight.

It wasn’t anything you needed, you had wanted something tough, slow and reliable. Something to help you regain your confidence, but this car was beautiful and you needed it. Badly. 

“How much?” the car salesman turned to you, mouth agape, almost like this car wasn’t supposed to be on this lot.

“Well, uh ma’am i don’t think that this car is for sale,” he stumbled over his words, likely thinking of the pay he’d get if he actually sold the car to you. “Oh that’s a shame, I would've gotten it in a heartbeat.” you start to saunter off, hoping he’d chase for the sale of his life.

“Wait! I'll get my boss to double check, why not look over the car while you wait?” He rushed off before you could even say anything, giving you exactly what you wanted.

Walking back over to the camaro, your fingers barely grazing the metal, pausing you swear you can hear a slight buzzing noise even though the car was turned off with no keys in sight. The paint job was perfect, it looks like it just came out of the factory. The inside was just as nice, if not nicer, it smelled of fresh leather but also like blood, a distinct metallic taste hits the back of your throat. Okay, so you'd need an air freshener, no big deal.

Sitting inside of the car made it feel real, everything seemed tailored to you, you didn't need to adjust anything at all. The mirrors, seats and even steering wheel were already adjusted to your height and how you'd need them.

The leather and stitch work was perfect, it seemed everything was too perfect. Sighing as you get out of the car, you realize you'll probably be told too high of a price. You only came with a little bit of cash for a down payment, and a car like this will definitely be out of your budget, even on a used car lot.

It was just too good to be true, cars like this don’t just fall into peoples laps, especially not yours.

You whipped around, hearing the heavy footsteps, the salesman was back and clearly excited to upcharge you on a car.

“Well! Turns out it was in fact in our database and we’d love to sell it to you,” his greasy smile told you that you were going to be upcharged and probably leaving feeling defeated, but with this nice ass car.

Finally, walking out of the office part of the dealership, keys in hand and a spring in your step, you were able to talk the man down a couple thousand dollars. Definitely didn’t need to show anything at all, nope nothing. 

Sighing as you got into the car, it dawned on you that this thing was yours, wholly and truly yours. You hadn’t been without a vehicle for long, but the relief of not needing other people to drive you places was too great.

Driving back home was a breeze, however the radio kept flickering between stations without you touching anything. You’d have to get a new radio, which was fine, you could save up for that.

“Oh, pretty woman, you look lovely as can be, are you lonely just like me?”

You hadn’t heard that song in forever, it wasn’t bad, just not what you normally liked, reaching out to turn down the volume but it seemed stuck. You sigh, opting to turn the radio off completely, you hated when things glitched out.

The silence seemed to stretch, not uncomfortably so but just long enough.

“Then I walked her home that night, and all the stars were shining bright,” oh brother, this radio was going to give you trouble. You caught a glance of the sky briefly, noting that the stars were out already.

Finally pulling into your driveway, the engine purring as you wait for the garage door to open. The perks of living out in the middle of nowhere was that you could get a loud car and not worry about neighbours complaining.

Parking the vehicle, you sit back and relax for just a minute, fingertips grazing lightly around the steering wheel. It hit you that you just bought a sports car, but it was too nice to leave on that lot. 

Stepping out, grabbing your purse out alongside the keys, you lock it. Even though you’re out in the middle of nowhere, there’s no way in hell youre just going to leave this nice thing unlocked. Making your way over to the door, you feel something or someone watching you, but no one is out here. You chalked it up to being so wound up from the past month, you looked back at your brand new vehicle, flashing it a huge smile.

Slamming the door shut, you turned to lock it and walked to your room to shower and finally rest up.

Elita-1

I think at first she wouldn't get it, she’d question how you work with them and what’s the point

When you explain they make you feel pretty or good about yourself, she calms down and actually takes time to look at each of the designs you get

I’d like to think if she had access to human money she would pay for you to get them lol

Not a big fan of the way they scratch on her metal but likes the sounds they make when you do daily stuff

Arcee

OH MY GOSH

She loves them from day one, honestly confused on how you grew them so fast 

Doesn’t understand how they're attached even after you explain it to her

I like to think some cybertronians have long nails/claws (esp Decepticons)

She adores them, begs to have her own,,,, if only a cybertronian nail tech existed 

Loves the way they feel on her

First Aid

He thinks theyre nice, he really does,, he’s just scared after you ripped them off and was left with basically zero to no nail left

Cautions you every time but without fail you always rip them off 

(i’ve yet to go back to a nail salon to get them taken off, they rip off just fine)

Always wrapping your fingers up, but he lowkey loves the attention, loves being able to take care of you

Loves loves loves the feeling of them on him

Starscream

I don't think he would like them at first, doesn’t want them on him or anything

Slowly grows to them, likes when you get colors that match his scheme

Wants you to only get stiletto to match his claws

Eventually he wants them all over his body, wings, face, everywhere (spik-)

Can’t get enough, although if you branch away from his color scheme, he does get moody

Elita-1 was the head of your mining district, she worked hard and you admired her for that. She was strict but firm and proper, just that alone made you fall in love with her, her willingness to work and be strong throughout.

You two would take breaks together, enjoying the peace and quiet, figuring each other out through small talk and what makes you tick. It was the best part of your day, getting to see her and sit next to her. At first she was very skittish, not in the scared way but the ‘i’m not a vulnerable bot’ type of way. 

Slowly she opened up more and sat closer and closer each day, till you two couldn’t sit any closer lest you want to be seen sitting in her lap. Although, in the privacy of your own Habsuite you wouldn't mind, but definitely not while at work.

It felt like any old day till Sentinel Prime came back from his last expedition, declaring that the Iacon 5000 was happening. Great, you can just ask Elita-1 to watch it with you!

That was the plan till you found yourself IN the race with a jetpack on with Orion and D-16 next to you screaming for their lives. Awesome, Sentinel Prime wants to talk to you all!

Somehow, getting wrapped up into Darkwings beef meant being thrown down 50sub levels, some weird yellow bot. These idiots then had the great idea to climb up the trash shoot, you scrambled to get up there first, genuinely trying not to get trash all over you.

You did not expect to find Elita-1 in the cargo train, especially not loading it up, but here she was in all her beauty. The boys ruined that too, why do they ruin everything? 

Finally catching her, she glowered at the boys, giving them the glare of a lifetime. Her gaze softened when it landed on you, realizing just who they dragged into their mess.

“I expected this from them, but you?” her gaze hardened again, your heart sinking, you never meant to disappoint her. You opened your mouth to say something just for her to look away but it was short lived when some bot gasped.

Looking back you all saw the train carts up in the air with some weird looking, dust? Dirt?

The second B-127 starts running, you make a break for it too, slowly catching up but it wasn't enough, the impact was rough. Hoping as you flew the air that you didn't die with Elita being disappointed with you, even though you’ve never told her, youre sure that she knew of your feelings. Finally making impact with the ground, you passed out the second you hit your head.

Opening your eyes after a painfully long time, you see a pink angel, her hand outstretched but with a disgruntled look on her face. Behind her facade you see concern, genuine and true concern, you reach up to grab her hand.

“Are you alright?” she asks while yanking you up, her voice gruff but firm, obviously trying to hide her pain. Even after nodding a ‘yes’ she still eyes you over for any obvious wounds/scrapes, making you warm in the face and your fans whirr.

She walks away, walking a couple paces before looking behind her shoulder, “are you coming or what?”

D-16 is the sweetest bot ever when it comes to a crush, i think he’s very romantic and clumsy all at the same time.

He’s quick to talk and chat with you only to fumble over all his words, even after you comfort him and reassure him, he’s still embarrassed. Avoiding you during transport or work, it takes him a bit to get back to his somewhat confident self.

The poor baby is constantly made fun of by Orion and B-127, he gets no break from Elita-1 either. Expecting her to atleast have some decency to be kind towards him, but no, when she catches him staring at you with this sickly sweet look, she bashes the FUCK outta him. He’s never escaping his friends laughter ever, but when Elita-1 brings you around and winks at him, he knows that shes got his back. 

He tries so hard to ask you questions and just listen to you, he could listen to you for hours.

I fear you’d have to specify to him that you are interested or else he will friend zone himself, he’s not the type to make the first move in fear of making you uncomfortable and ruining any of his chance with you

Loves to make you laugh, will become the butt of a joke if it means you’ll laugh. Tries his hardest to make you cry from laughin, the wheeze you let out is music to his ears. Once he gets comfortable with you, even before courting, he’s very touchy. Hand on your shoulder, lower back when guiding you, etc. i feel that his love language is definitely touch, have you seen the way he touches Orion? Yeah he loves to hold the people he loves.

Very very lovey dovey bot, he does things for you without hesitation, just love to do stuff for you.

 he’s helpful in the mines and helping you transport stuff across Iacon.

I think he’d deny he has a crush on you at first, not wanting to disrupt the work balance or make you weirded out. Slowly but surely he’d accept his feelings and figure out what to do from there!

Once Orion figures it out, and he does, way before Dee ever even thinks about it, it’s over for him. Orion tries to be slick and hype D-16 up, he fails miserably, Orion is part of the reason Dee thought you didn’t like him. Literally tried pushing the two of you together at any chance, Elita-1 has to step in and cut that shit OUT. she’s serious about her job and her bots, seeing Pax make you uncomfortable was something she would not stand for.