Fandom Trash

After one of the adventures he had each member meet in his office to give him positive feedback. He left you alone briefly after entering the room because he could, "hear Bubble smoking a rolled up Spanish flag!" The way he tugged at his collar and avoided eye contact gave away that it was a poorly crafted excuse.

Naturally that leads to you snooping. Why wouldn't you?

What you found though was far too adorable to slip through the cracks. You gather up the drawings and Polaroids of yourself and look through them on the desk. They were cartoony, somehow more so than your current character model and the page was covered in hearts, stars, and the occasional bee.

Your favorite of all the pieces was one of you and Caine holding hands. It was so innocent, likely conceived on what little understanding he had of human relationships, but it was a wish that cried out from the confines of its page.

"WOAH!" Caine jumps in front of you, taking a full body slam onto the desk to cover all the pictures, "How did- How did this get here?" Caine adjusts his pose, still laying on the desk, jaw rested tensely on his fist, trying to feigh relaxation, "I-I'm asking because I've totally never seen any of these items before!"

"Why would they be at your desk then?"

He looks around nervously, likely for another excuse,"BUBBLE!!! This was absolutely 100% Bubbles doing and no one else!"

"Bubble is a very talented artist then." You smile knowingly.

"Yes, yes, I'll tell them to immediately stop drawing you right away-" he pauses and looks back at you, "Wait what?"

"I said Bubbles is a talented artist." You hold up the piece you declared your favorite, "This one speaks to me the most. Though I don't quite understand why Bubble drew us holding hands."

"Ha ha... You know Bubble! Always doing the strangest things!"

"Caine."

"Y-Yes my bubbling bullfrog?"

"Bubble doesn't have hands."

"He has... teeth."

You deadpan him.

"FINE! It was me! I'm the culprit - lock me up and throw away the key!" He falls onto you dramatically.

"Didn't know you were into that." You help prop him back up, helping him get seated facing you on the desk.

He swings his legs.

"Into what?"

"Nevermind. Really though, I like your drawings." You hold your favorite closer to you, "Can I keep this one?"

His legs stop swinging.

"You... like them?"

"Okay fine, I love them. They're cute," You boop the top of his gums, "like you."

His eyes dilate so much you can practically see your reflection in them.

"Well I-I-! I love you too! " He throws confetti in the air, then realizes you said he was cute not that you love him, "Wait no, that wasn't-" he makes a noise between a laugh and whine, "You know me, always being, I-I mean- I- I DRAW YOU BECAUSE YOU'RE MY FAVORITE!"

His teeth clench shut and silence hangs in the air. He slowly opens them again to your taken back expression. The upper set of teeth crease in panic.

He taps his fingers together.

"I didn't-"

"Can I keep it?"

He interlaces his finger tightly, "Yes it's yours!" Like his hypothetical heart.

You take his hand and gently squeeze it, "Thanks, Caine." You come closer to whisper where his ear would be if he had any,

"Don't tell anyone but you're my favorite too."

You wave and walk out the office, his eyes glued to you the entire time.

Favorite...?

He's your favorite?

Oh that's just the most magnificently marvelous-!

For weeks, you’d been craving something else.

You were tired of the routine, the protective, gentle way he touched you like you were made of glass.

You wanted him to stop being the "gentle guy" and just fuck you like he was absolutely pissed off at you.

“You know, Enjin… for a guy who talks so much, you’re kinda lackluster where it counts.”

Enjin stopped mid-pour.

The coffee pot just hovered there. He turned his head slowly, hair falling over those sharp eyes, giving you a look of pure, flat-out disbelief.

“Lackluster? Lackluster?!” He repeated it like the word was a personal insult. He set the pot down with a heavy clink. “Babe, you trippin'. I know for a fact I spend half my nights makin’ sure you’re screamin’ my name so loud the neighbors know it.”

You just shrugged, leaning back against the counter and giving him a slow, head-to-toe look that said “prove it.” Your heart was going a mile a minute, but you kept your face bored.

“Maybe… you’re just a softie, like a gentle giant. It’s… cute. But it’s a little boring sometimes.”

Enjin’s jaw tightened. You could see the pulse jumping in his tattooed neck. He let out a low chuckle.

“A softie? Boring?”

He was across the kitchen in two steps, looming over you. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, but his thumb stayed there, pressing into your jaw.

“You really askin' for it today, ain't ya? “ You met his gaze, golden eyes sparking.

“…Just sayin’.”

Enjin’s eyes went dark.

“Alright then. You really wanna see what happens when I stop playin' nice?”

He didn't wait for an answer. He lunged, his hand—rough and big—clamping around your throat. Not enough to hurt, just enough to pin you against the kitchen table.

“Don’t say I didn't warn ya, babe. ’Cause now I’m gonna fuck that attitude right out of you!”

Oh.

[...]

The kitchen table was creaking—screeching—under the weight of his aggression.

Enjin has you hiked up, back to his chest. His beefy arms are locked under yours in a punishing full nelson, forcing your spine to arch until your tits are practically pointing at the ceiling.

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

“Yeah—h-hah—not so soft now... is it, babe?!” Enjin rasps, his words broken by sharp, ragged gasps for air against your ear.

He’s slamming into you, but he can’t stop talking, the words spilling out like hes got no filter left.

“Look at ya... look how you shakin' for a 'softie', huh?! Thought I was boring? Thought I was just some gentle giant?! hah… Nah, babe, you knew exactly what was comin' when you opened that mouth!”

You could feel his thighs, braced against yours to keep you from sliding. His hands were interlaced behind your neck, trapping you, making you feel every single thick, veiny inch as it slid in and out. His stomach smacked against your ass with a wet, heavy slap-slap-slap.

The sound was disgusting—wet and loud in the quiet kitchen. The stubble on his chin scratched your neck as he buried his face there, inhaling your scent like he was starving. Spit dripped from your lip onto the wood every time he hit your cervix with a thud that made your vision go blurry.

“Look at the mess—fuck—Look at the mess you makin!” he wheezed, hot breath scorching your skin.

“You soppin' wet, babe. Slippin' all over the place... huff... you so damn tight, it's like you tryna trap me inside ya. Don't let go, yeah? Just like that... take every bit of it.”

He was huge.

Raw, he felt twice as wide, stretching you until you were sure you’d split. Every vein on his shaft was scraping your walls, hitting spots you didn't even know you had.

Squish. Slap. Squish.

“E-Enjin... hah... please... can't... I can't think...” you sob, your head lolling back against his shoulder.

“Please what? Hah?! Speak up, babe!” He snarls, stretching you apart so he can watch himself slide back in, doooooown to the hilt. “You wanted it hard, didn’t ya?! Keep that same energy! Talk that shit now! You like that?! You like how I'm doin' ya right now?!”

“Yes!… L-love it... uuungh... so deep... Enjin, more...” you mumble, your fingers digging into the ink on his forearms, barely able to form the words.

Thud-thud-thud.

“Yeah, pretty,” he mutters, his blonde hair damp with sweat and tickling your cheek. “You so pretty… hah… and you all mine. You hear me? All mine, babe.”

He lets go of your neck for a second, reaching around to cup your face, tilting your head back so you have to look at him. He gives you a couple of light, sharp slaps on the cheek—just enough to make your skin sting and your brain snap back to the moment.

“Hey— look at me!” he commands, his voice cracking. “Stay with me, babe. Don't go fadin' out yet. I need you... to feel... every... bit of this.”

He gives you another soft, rhythmic tap on your face. Your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, catching only glimpses of his golden stare.

“How many times... huff... is that now, huh? Hah... You lost count? Tell me! Tell me how many times I make you cum already?! Count 'em for me, babe!"

“I... I don't... hah... three? Four? I... Enjin, I’m gonna... ungh...” you sobbed, head shaking frantically as another wave of pleasure crashed over you.

“That’s what I thought!” he growled, his grip tightening behind your neck as he pulled you even tighter against his sweat-slicked, tattooed chest. “Guess I’ll just have to keep goin’ until you forget your own name, too!”

He slowed down—a torturous, wet drag—only to give you a long, deep grind.

“Say it! Tell me you love me…uugh… Tell me you love every fuckin' inch of me right now! Say it... hah... say it, babe!”

“I… i love you— please, just shut up and fuck me...!”

Enjin let out a loud, raspy bark of a laugh, and those deep dimples flashed in his cheeks as he looked at you.

“Shut up?! Hah…! Nah, babe, you don't get to tell me to shut up when you lookin' this good! I gotta tell ya... I gotta say it... your pussy is literally the best thing I’ve ever felt in my life! It’s like it was made just for me, you hear?!”

He was driving into you so hard that the sweat started working against him.

Slap. Slap. Slap

Your skin was too slick, and for a split second, his grip faltered. You began to slide forward, but you instinctively reached back, your fingers catching the thick strands of his hair right at the roots. You yanked him hard, anchoring yourself against him, forcing his hips to stay locked against yours as you tilted your head back, gasping for air.

“Yeah... holy shit— grab on, babe! Grip it just like that! Don't you dare let go!”

His eyes were blown wide as his hands moved to pin yours against his body, ensuring you couldn't slip again.

“That's it... hold me right there! God, you feelin' so damn good, I'm 'bout to lose my mind!…ungh...” he groans, a deep sound from the back of his throat. “You gon' take all of it! Raw! Every damn drop! Squeeeeeze me, babe. Squeeze me like you mean it! Fuckkk—!”

He pulled back just an inch, then plunged deep again with a final, guttural shout. You felt a hot, heavy gush flood into your deepest core, filling you, stretching you, burning inside you. He was pouring himself into you, claiming every last inch of your wet, spasming body.

Enjin stayed buried inside you for what felt like an eternity, his forehead pressed hard against the crook of your neck.

Both of you were just… wrecked. The only sound in the kitchen was the ragged, syncopated rhythm of your breathing—loud, wet, and heavy in the humid air.

Slowly, he pulled out. The sound was a pathetic, sticky schlorp that made you whimper, feeling suddenly cold and empty. Your arms, still locked in that position, finally went slack as he released your body.

You slumped onto the table, cheek pressing against the damp wood.

“Man… hah… phew…” Enjin wheezed, wiping sweat from his chin. “Seriously... huff... remind me to find out who made this table. I gotta send ‘em a thank you note or somethin'. Any other would’ve snapped in half ten minutes ago. Best damn... hah... investment we ever made!”

You let out a weak, broken chuckle. “I’m glad… huff… you’re worried about the furniture… while I can’t even feel my toes.”

He looked at the absolute disaster of the kitchen—the spilled coffee, the smears on the table, the puddles on the floor.

You tried to push yourself up, but your knees just buckled, a soft "oh" escaping your lips.

“Whoa, whoa! Easy there!”

Before you could hit the floor, Enjin scooped you up into a bridal carry.

“Girl, you a straight up mess... sooooo pretty,” he murmured, the smell of tobacco and perfume lingering on his skin. “You alright? For real? I didn't actually break ya, did I?”

“Yeah,” you breathed. “You definitely… finished the job, Enjin.”

He grinned, walking toward the hallway. “Damn right I did. Never doubt a pro, remember?”

He set you down by the tub and turned on the water. “Now, get in. Go hit the shower before you catch a cold. And I’ll have that kitchen lookin' brand new by the time you done scrubbin' off.”

You watched him from the doorway.

“You’re really gonna clean all that up by yourself?”

“Of course, babe! I said I got it, didn't I?” He paused at the door. “Besides… the sooner that table's clean, the sooner we can see if it'll handle a second round”

“Enjin, no!”

“We’ll see, babe! We’ll see!”

> END_OF_FILE.

[ A/N: GODDD THIS MAN DRIVES ME CRAZYYYYYYYYY YOU HAVE NO IDEA, btw go check my tiktokkkk (@ suki_miuu) sometimes i post headcanons and… stuff lol

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also the fic is heavily inspired by p power by gunna & drake, and i really tried to keep enjin as canon as possible cuz to me (enjin expert fr) he’s not like brute brute during it]

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Title: Can We Talk About The Overlap Between... AUTISM, ADHD, AND SCHIZOPHRENIA?

Description: You always hear people talking about AuDHD, but schizophrenia has the same if not more overlap with these disorders, and it's not talked about!

Let's start boosting schizophrenic people's voices. There's more to the disorder than just psychosis!

Graph based on my personal experience with schizophrenia, my experiences with autistic and ADHD communities, and the words of people with AuDHD themselves.

Made by @gray-gray-gray-gray on tumblr.

Schizophrenia Only

Typical age of onset between 15 and 54 years old

Before the onset/ first psychotic break, there is a "prodrome" where you have a drop in functioning

Reoccuring episodes of psychosis (Hallucinations, delusions, paranoia, etc)

Likely had less noticeable or covert symptoms pre-onset

Often daydreaming, 'in their own world', hyper-self-reflective, 'space cadet'

Autism Only

Need for familiarty & routine

Sudden disruptions to routine are highly distressing

ADHD Only

Craves new experiences & novelty

Autism & ADHD (AuDHD)

Interest-based nervous system (meaning attention & focus is activated based on personal interest, not how important something is)

Onset in very early childhood -- before age 12

Autism & Schizophrenia (Auschizm)

Self-soothing via repetitive behavior

Higher rates of catatonic symptoms

Social withdrawal or exclusion

Difficulties filtering speech

Flat affect

Alogia

Concrete and/or literal thinking

Higher rates of personality disorders, dissociative disorders, and trauma

Internally oriented behavior

Difficulties wording what they

want to say correctly & disorganized speech

Difficulties with insight into what is part of the disorder and what is neurotypial

ADHD & Schizophrenia (SchizoDHD)

Impulsivity & hard to sit still

Difficulties regulating attention & focus, also causing social cue difficulties

Difficulty keeping a daily routine

Jumping around or out of sequence speech

Forgetfulness

Failing to reach a clear end goal or point in speech

Less coherent progression from start to finish in stories

General difficulties with thinking clearly

Drawing blanks / losing train of thought often

Difficulties finding motivation to do things

Lots of energy some days, no energy other days

Troubles multitasking

Planning poorly or not at all

All Three

Stimming

Echolalia, echopraxia

Executive dysfunction

Sensory issues & overload

Emotional dysregulation

Interconnected/webbed thought

ND communication (infodumping, connecting ideas, shared interest bonding)

Increased risk of victimization

Hyperfixations

Higher rates of depression, anxiety, OCD, BFRBS, bipolar, suicidality, sleep issues, eating disorders, and substance abuse

Eye contact differences

Difficulties switching tasks

Masking

Hyperfocusing

Restlessness

Prone to boredom

Memory issues

Social situation difficulties

Time blindness

Difficulties with school, learning, and following tasks

Chronic disorder

RSD

Anhedonia

Alexithymia

So let’s start off with what I think Sniper would be into.

he’s a switch, he could be a hard dom, to a really subby brat.

I think he would be into Light BDSM(giving and recieving), Def the Predator/Prey kink(giving), Overstimulation(Giving and receiving), Breeding, Oral fixation (giving), and cockwarming.

DIRTY TALK DIRTY TALK DIRTY TALKKKKKK. This man [Along with Spy, Medic and Scout] LOVES IT.

"You're my little fuckin' whore..mine..all fuckin' mine."

"That's right..scream my name..let them know im fuckin' you."

"Shit..yes..make a mess on my cock Sheila..fuckk.."

Degradation too, he loves telling you how much of a whore you are while you’re being fucked.

He’s a growler, he will growl in your ear, telling you how good you feel, how well you take his cock.

“Damn..look at you..takin’ my cock like such a good whore..”

Definitely is one to try out positions, but his favorite are doggystyle, cowgirl/reverse cowgirl, mating press, and the butterfly.

Has tried fucking you while standing, it unlocked something in his brain, you did not walk for two days after that.

Is open to pegging but doesn’t know how to bring it up…really wants to try it with you.

Mick loves eating you out, that man could sit down and do it for days. Sit on his face please, suffocate that man, and he will die and respawn as a different man with a taste for your cunt.

"C'mon..'roo..sit on my face..I need ya.."

He loves receiving head too, it’s the quickest way to hear Sniper’s moans, especially the high pitched whiney ones.

Bringing more on the oral fixation, when every he’s fucking you from behind, he likes hooking two fingers in your mouth, pressing on your tongue. He likes how it makes you clench around him, the way you drool over his fingers makes him just want to fuck you harder.

He also likes it when you press your fingers in his mouth when he’s subbing, when you’re tired of his whining and bratty behavior and press your fingers down on his tongue. It sends him higher than a kite.

Speaking of being high- I headcanon that he smokes weed, definitely would be into shotgunning. Riding him while he blows smoke into your mouth.

I know it’s late in the Headcanons to talk about his dick size but I think that man is PACKING, like a good 6 inches soft, 7 inches hard, girth, but not too big, like its just right enough to make you scream his name~.

WILL bully you (lovingly) when you struggle to take him.

“Mhm..look at you struggling to take my fucking cock..you can do it..”

“Aww?..is it too much? It wasn’t too much when i was fuckin’ you into my mattress earlier..”

LIKE AHHHH I NEED THIS MANNNNNNNN

Accurate depiction of me.

This couldn’t possibly end well, but Prowl was in too deep to turn back now. Of course none of it had been planned. It’s not like he woke up one day and decided to make himself miserable by falling in love. But here he was, four months into dating you and wearing the title “boyfriend” with pride. He knew Prowl wasn’t a suitable human name and would be sure to raise some questions, so when the time came, he introduced himself as Price. 

Responding to this new name felt odd, but it was a decent and necessary replacement if he was going to successfully masquerade as a human. Ever since the incident with Soundwave and his illusions, Prowl craved the experience of being human again, so he’d started using his holoform more often. It wasn’t until after he met you though that he seemed to spend more time in his holoform than his own body. 

You were the captivating stranger who’d cut through the park every day on your way to work. At this point, your routine was predictable and you’d become a reliable figure in the periphery of Prowl’s life. Although the two of you had never spoken, he found it difficult not to feel a sense of attachment to you.

For all the time you’d hovered near each other, it wasn’t until one particularly awkward incident that you’d officially cross paths. You’d been running late, and in your haste to get to work you fell to the ground, scattering the contents of your half open backpack across the sidewalk. Before Prowl could stop himself, he swooped into action, helping you up and asking if you were alright.

Nervous laughter and embarrassed apologies filled the air as you tried to thank him for helping. When you’d gathered your things and finally made eye contact with Prowl, it was like a scene from a cheesy romance movie. The sight of his handsome face and bright eyes stunned you into silence. Noticing your change in demeanor, Prowl once again sheepishly asked if you were alright. The question snapped you out of your haze, prompting you to thank him a final time before running off. But you didn’t get very far before a thought stopped you in your tracks. 

You were already late for work and had humiliated yourself once today, so what was another five minutes and a hint of embarrassment if it meant you might get to see this charming stranger again? It wasn’t every day you met someone like this, so why not take advantage of the opportunity?

When you turned around and smiled at him Prowl could feel his spark flutter. He was surprised when you asked for his number and for a moment Prowl wondered if this was all some strange dream. This was never supposed to happen; he wasn’t supposed to get so involved. But the prospect of a date with you was too exciting and tempting to decline.

After much debate he concluded it was worth the risk. Although the lies wracked him with guilt, he was able to rationalize it away as he got to know you. It’s not like he lied often, he just had to twist the truth a little bit. And since he could only bring himself to lie by omission, everything he told you was technically true, leaving you none the wiser. 

In your mind, Price was a normal human, with a normal human job, and normal human interests. All you could focus on was how he obviously adored you more than he let on, and as you opened up to him, he was able to let his guard down. Prowl became less uptight, less anxious, and more at peace in your presence. That was until he’d started to notice some patterns of behavior that made his anxiety rise again.

Prowl couldn’t be sure, since he wasn’t confident in his knowledge on human courting customs. But it seemed like you’d been sending hints that you wanted to be more intimate with him. Maybe he was reading too far into it, but looking back Prowl realized you’d probably been sending signals for a while before it caught his attention.

It wasn’t until you were straddling him that he could truly admit he’d been right. You were running your hands up his chest and fidgeting with his jacket zipper when he panicked and stopped you. You weren’t upset, just startled and worried about if he was alright. Prowl assured you all was well, and even though you knew that wasn’t true, you didn’t want to push him.

After that encounter, Prowl spent far too much time debating with himself over the ethics of interfacing with you. On one servo you made it clear you were interested, eager even. On the other servo, you didn’t know the truth about him. You didn’t know his true nature or name or life. Was it wrong to allow you to be so vulnerable with him under false pretenses? 

All these thoughts were shoved aside when Prowl thought about kissing you. He thought about your first kiss and how each one after that just got better and better. He thought about what it would be like to interface with you; how even in his holoform he could feel everything as though it was happening to his own body. Because technically it was his own body and if it was technically his body, then it couldn’t be wrong. Maybe not the most ethical, but it wasn’t exactly unethical either. At least not unethical enough to stop him.

Prowl had made up his mind. The next time you tried to take things further, he wouldn’t stop you. Now all he had to do was mentally prepare himself for when it actually happened. Obviously he couldn’t tell you he was an alien robot, but he figured you might need to know how inexperienced he was. You’d never made fun of him before, so he knew it was unlikely you’d tease him about it, but he still felt nervous. To calm down, Prowl thought through every possible scenario and assured himself that everything would be fine. 

By the time he saw you again, he knew he was as ready as he’d ever be. When he arrived at your door, you hugged him like you always did and Prowl tried his best to act normal. You’d settled in to watch a movie but Prowl could barely focus. Through the whole thing he wondered if you were going to make a move, since he knew watching TV was often used by humans as an excuse to be more physical. When the movie was over and you hadn’t done anything, he finally accepted that tonight wasn't going to be the night.

But then the mood shifted. You pulled him in for a slow, sweet kiss and climbed onto his lap before cradling his head in your hands. This time when you moved your hands to his chest, he didn't flinch, and when you got near his jacket zipper, he put his shaking hand over yours and unzipped it with you. Every action of yours was unbelievably gentle; each touch was careful and each kiss was tender. 

He could feel himself melting under your attention and before Prowl knew it, both of you were shirtless. His breathing was heavy and his heartbeat was racing. If he focused hard enough, he could feel the energy of his spark intensifying in his true form. Everything felt easy and natural until you started to inch closer to his pants. He hesitated and, of course, you noticed. He should have known you'd notice.

“Is this okay?” you whispered into his neck.

“Yes,” Prowl breathlessly replied, “Yes it's fine, but I-”

He paused and sighed. Telling you would make this better, he knew it was true, but he was still so nervous. You pulled back to look at him while you waited, but he couldn't seem to spit the words out.

“But?” you urged, “Price, baby, it's okay. You can tell me if something doesn't feel right.”

That wasn't his name, and hearing it now made the guilt bubble up in him again. But your expression was so genuine and your eyes were so caring. He could see deep affection for him in the way you met his gaze and it always left him speechless. Primus, he loved you, and he wanted to tell you the truth, the whole truth. But for now, he'd have to settle for just one truth.

”I haven't done this before,“ Prowl quickly confessed.

”Oh,“ you replied, raising a brow, ”Really?“

”Yes,“ Prowl mumbled, shifting his gaze away from you.

”Like... at all?“ you asked.

”Not at all,“ Prowl quietly replied.

You tried to stifle a laugh and Prowl's spark sank at the sound, but you quickly apologized.

“I'm sorry, it's not that, it's just,” you smiled, “By the way you kiss I would have thought you had some experience.”

“Oh...” Prowl wasn't sure how to respond to that. Was it a compliment? Because it seemed like a compliment.

“It's okay baby,” you assured him before leaning in for a slow kiss. “We don't have to do anything you don't wanna do. It's not like I'm gonna be disappointed or anything.”

“I know, but I want to,” Prowl sighed, “I want- I want to be with you like that. I want to know you like that.” It may have sounded cheesy, but it was true.

“Alright,” you smiled before kissing his nose and brushing your hand against his cheek, “But talk to me, okay? You can always tell me to stop.”

He didn't tell you to stop at all that night; he never even asked you to slow down. It was perfect. You were perfect. Sure that wasn't literally accurate, but Prowl felt like it was the best word to express what he was feeling in the afterglow. It was lovely and peaceful having your naked body pressed against his own. Your skin was soft, its warmth was comforting, and Prowl was content to lay there in silence, lazily running the tips of his fingers up and down your back.

“Hey Price?” you spoke softly, grabbing his attention, “I love you.”

He felt his heart skip a beat at those words. Prowl had heard you say it once before, seemingly on accident in a quiet moment nearly identical to this one, so he shouldn’t have been so surprised. It felt like the only difference between the two scenarios was that you had been clothed back then. Still, despite his shock, the affection evident in your words wound its way through his processor, forever engraving the moment in his memory.

“I love you too,” he hummed.

He didn’t want to say more, he didn’t want to ruin it, but he knew he had to. After hearing those words, after saying them back, Prowl knew he couldn’t leave without sharing his secret. You couldn’t truly love him if you didn’t truly know him. So he did it. Without any context or buildup, Prowl told you the truth he’d been doing his best to hide for so long.

“This is going to sound crazy, but… I’m not human.” 

You didn’t respond, only throwing him a skeptical look from your place against his chest. 

“I’m not- I- This isn’t my body,” he tried to explain.

“I’m gonna need to hear more than that honey. You can’t just say you’re not human and then not gimme the details.”

“This isn’t- I’m not-,” Prowl huffed and paused to try and sort his words out. “I’m a cybertronian.”

“I know that word,” you mused, “Why do I know that word?”

“You remember the robots who’ve been roaming Detroit lately?”

“The ones on TV?” you asked.

“Yes. I’m one of them.”

You went silent, and for a moment Prowl was terrified you were going to freak out, but you didn’t. You simply propped yourself up and looked into his eyes. You examined his face, wrinkling your nose as you scanned his expression.

“Oh my god,” you whispered.

This was it. He’d ruined it. He’d destroyed the moment, killed the relationship, and buried his own heart with it.

“Oh my god! You are!” You laughed and rolled onto your back next to him. “So that’s why I knew your voice.”

“What?” Prowl was experiencing some emotional whiplash. You must not have understood what he’d said.

“Your voice,” you repeated, “I’d always thought I’d heard your voice before. I just figured maybe I was makin’ it up, like it was in my dreams or something. But now that you mention it, your voice sounds exactly like that one robot. That- that- Prowl.”

Hearing his name, his real name, spoken in your voice nearly made him cry. Prowl hadn’t realized just how much weight that one word would hold once it was you speaking it.

“That’s really you?” you asked, still not truly convinced, “Price? Is your name seriously Prowl?”

“Yes,” he sighed, “Listen, I’m sorry I lied to you-”

“Well if you’d told me sooner maybe I could have been screaming the right name just now,” you laughed, cutting him off.

“Oh,” Prowl hadn’t expected that. “Ah- you’re not… upset?”

“No,” you shook your head, “But it’s mostly because I won’t believe you until you prove it. No offense baby, but that’s a real big claim to make without any proof.”

“You actually want to see me?”

“I’m sorry but that’s the most absurd question I think you’ve ever asked me. Of course I do, especially if it’s actually you. So, show me the proof and then we’ll go from there, yeah?”

“Yes, of course,” he agreed.

“Hey,” you whispered, turning his face towards you again, “I still love you, you know?”

“I know,” Prowl couldn’t help but smile and nod in response. He didn’t know why you’d still feel that way, but he knew you were telling the truth.

You’d wanted him to show you his cybertronian form right then and there, but that wasn’t really possible, especially in your tiny apartment. You laughed when you realized how silly the suggestion had been, but you were still feeling impatient. To your dismay, Prowl asked if it could wait until tomorrow.

When you questioned him, he explained that sleeping on it would make him much less nervous, especially if he’d be spending the night next to you. Seeing his earnest expression and hearing his honesty, you couldn’t say no. What was one more night after all this time?

When you parted in the morning, he kissed you goodbye and promised he’d return that evening when you got off work. While saying goodbye, you’d accidentally called him Price before correcting yourself. Despite the mistake, the fact you tried to call him Prowl showed that you were at least giving him the benefit of the doubt, and it brought him a sense of comfort. 

The day passed and when he came back to meet you, you were already waiting outside. The sight of his holoform on his alt-mode was odd. You realized you’d never actually seen his alt-mode in person. It was probably because he was afraid you’d be clever enough to put the pieces together.

“So, that’s-” you gestured to the bike, “you?”

“Yes,” he nodded, “I hope it’s not too strange for you.”

“The weird thing is wrapping my arms around the you that I know while, uh… sitting on the you that I don’t.”

“Understandable,” Prowl smiled as you hopped on.

Prowl warned everyone that you’d be there and had asked not to be bothered. They knew he had to be doing something when he disappeared for such long periods of time, but after that announcement Prowl didn’t have to specify for them to realize that something was you. Thankfully, they listened and kept to themselves as you made your way to Prowl’s room. Once behind closed doors you took a step back to give him space.

“Ready?” he asked.

“Yeah, are you?”

“No,” he answered honestly, “But this is long overdue.”

Before you could reply, his holoform flickered out like a ghost and the motorcycle in front of you began to shift. You couldn’t hide your amazement as Prowl transformed into his bot mode and knelt down in front of you.

“Woah,” you whispered as you came face to face with the mech you’d only ever seen on TV.

He was so much taller than he’d been as Price. Even on his knees he had to crouch to be at the same height as you. Prowl studied your expression as you looked up and down his body, taking in this new form. His shoulders were broader, his hands were larger, his frame stronger, and it was all a little bit intimidating.

“Can I?” you asked, reaching out to touch his face. 

Prowl nodded and offered you a small smile in return. You brought both hands up against his cheeks. It was very different from every time you’d done it before, but seeing his smile and hearing your name in his familiar, comforting voice grounded you. This was him. This was your Price, your Prowl.

“I always thought wearing those sunglasses was an odd fashion choice,” you grinned and Prowl chuckled in response, “But it makes more sense now. Do those come off? I’ve never seen you- well I’ve never seen you on TV without them.”

“Ah- no,” Prowl frowned. “I hope that isn’t a disappointment.”

“I’m not sure ‘disappointment’ is a word I’d use to describe anything right now.”

Prowl wanted to jump to conclusions, wanted to believe you really weren’t disappointed by any of this. But he was still afraid to get his hopes up. He could tell you were a little distant, still feeling hesitant around him like this, but you hid it well.

“So what happens now?” you asked.

“What happens? Well, what do you want to happen?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, “Can I kiss you like this?”

Prowl was a little taken aback. He’d hoped maybe you’d still be attracted to him, but he didn’t expect for you to be so forward already. Prowl didn’t say yes, he just leaned in to meet your lips. It was an odd sensation, the gesture being so familiar and yet so new for both of you. Your movements were awkward at first, adjusting to this new interaction, but it didn’t take long for you to settle into things, sharing slow, relaxed kisses. When you finally pulled back you still held his head in your hands.

“I’ve got a lot of questions.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything else,” Prowl replied with a soft grin.

You spent the rest of the night talking and Prowl was impressed by your long list of questions. It pretty much covered all the basic information you’d missed out on while thinking he was a human. You quickly settled in next to him, encouraging him to wrap his arms around you to snuggle up like you usually did while you talked. The way you approached him like all of this was normal put him at ease even though Prowl knew this had to be strange for you.

Over the next few days your questions became less frequent as the two of you began adjusting to this new dynamic. Prowl still used his holoform on occasion, since he enjoyed spending time in your apartment, but you seemed a little more shy when he was there. Prowl just assumed it was part of adjusting, but when you stopped by to visit him after work one day, Prowl found out the real reason you’d been acting so shy.

“So, can we fuck like this?” you asked out of the blue.

“Pardon?” Prowl coughed in surprise.

“Like obviously the holoform thing works and it’s great, don’t get me wrong. But I’m just curious, ‘cus either way that leads to some more questions.”

“You’ve thought about that?” Prowl asked in disbelief.

“Well, yeah. Haven’t you?”

“Sure, but it’s… different I suppose.”

“Why would it be any different?” you asked.

“Because you’re human and I’m not,” he frowned.

“So? If you can be attracted to me as a human, why can’t I be attracted to you as a robot? It’s not like it’s wrong. I mean, I can’t think of a reason why it would be bad at least.”

Prowl was quiet for a long moment before finally deciding to speak up.

“So you’d want to?” he asked quietly, “Because we could.”

“Yeah?” you excitedly replied with a mischievous grin before inching closer to rest your hand on his thigh.

“Now?” Prowl asked hesitantly.

“You don’t want to now?”

“Ah- no, now- now is good,” Prowl mumbled as you leaned in to kiss him.

You could feel him smiling through the kiss and it made your heart flutter. He’d always been so easy to fluster, and while seeing his holoform blush was adorable, having him like this was even better. When you settled into his lap, Prowl’s spark hummed with excitement the same way it did every time. He felt your soft lips start to kiss down his neck and he moaned when your nimble fingers ran down his chassis, brushing across his transformation seams.

“That feel good?” you mumbled and he eagerly nodded.

Each movement was more hesitant than it had been in the past. It was new and exciting, so you were both a little more careful. You undressed bit by bit in between kisses and the feeling of your bare skin pressed against the metal of his frame sent goosebumps across your body.

Prowl’s servos came to rest on your hips and you felt him give a light squeeze. He loved observing how easy it was to cover so much of you with just his servos. His frame made you feel small, but it was still welcomed as he explored your body like he’d never touched it before.

When Prowl crouched over you, all you could see was him, and it was easy to get lost in his presence. His warm metal servos held you tight as his lips kissed every inch he could reach. Slowly Prowl began to move down your body, but he hesitated and whispered your name to get your attention.

“Something wrong?” you asked, seeing the nervous look on his face.

“I’m worried I’ll hurt you,” Prowl confessed.

“We’ll figure it out,” you assured him, “You’re far too gentle for that to happen. I think you’d have to try pretty hard to actually hurt me.”

Your confidence in him was encouraging, so he tentatively continued, kissing your inner thigh before slowly licking your cunt. You hummed in response and let your hand rest against the back of Prowl’s helm to encourage him as he ate you out. Prowl began carefully pressing one of his digits into you. When you told him he could keep going, he added another. The feeling of two wasn’t a stretch, but it was certainly full. Still, you wanted more.

“Hey,” you mumbled, giving a subtle tap against his helm, “Lemme get up for a minute okay?”

Prowl nodded and pulled back so you had space to move around. He watched with a satisfied smile as you walked over to your backpack. He’d never get over how mesmerizing it was, watching your body shift in such different ways than his. Your frame was contradictory in ways he didn’t understand, but he loved it. It was so fragile, but incredibly resilient; soft, but remarkably sturdy in his embrace.

“I figured lube might be helpful,” you called out, drawing Prowl out of his dreamy thoughts.

“You planned for this?” Prowl questioned, “You knew this would happen?”

“No,” you laughed, “I hoped this would happen. There’s a big difference. Now here,” you grabbed his servo and held out his palm before coating his digits with lube, “Good?”

“Very good,” he smiled before you both settled back in.

Prowl slowly picked up his pace as he ran his glossa over your clit, but you needed more. You encouraged him to add another digit, finally giving you the stretch you’d been craving. Prowl smirked hearing you moan and grip him tighter as he fucked you with his digits. If this is how you sounded now, he was eager to know what you’d sound like when filled with his spike.

“Faster baby,” you gasped, panting and bucking your hips against his face.

He did as you asked until your moans got louder, interrupted by little cries of “yes” until the impact of your orgasm left you speechless. Prowl slowed down and rested his helm against your stomach as you recovered and you smiled sweetly in return as you gazed down at him.

“You ready for more?” you asked.

“You sure?”

“Completely,” you nodded.

“Alright sweetspark,” Prowl said before kissing your stomach and leaning back.

You’d been far too distracted to notice he’d revealed his spike a while ago, but now you watched with fascination as he slowly pumped it, coating it with lube. He noticed your intense curiosity and took a mental note to let you act on that later, but for now he had other plans. He arched over your body once again and adjusted until the two of you were comfortably nestled together.

You felt your heart racing as a storm of thoughts swirled in your head. This was Prowl, your Prowl. You knew him. You loved him. Sure, you’d done this before, but right now, with how new everything was, it felt like you hadn't. 

His body was so heavy and sturdy and big above you, and his voice held a metallic timbre that was otherworldly and deeply enticing. You could feel the thrumming of your heart and hear the faint hum of his spark. Metal and flesh entwined in a scene that almost felt taboo. Like a secret the two of you would have to keep. But it was your secret, and it was one you were eager to harbor.

“Are you sure?,” he whispered, waiting until you nodded before he continued.

The anticipation was killing you. You hadn't touched his spike with your hands, but you could feel the warmth of it pressed against your thigh. You arched into his touch as Prowl reached down to dip his digits into you one more time before pressing the tip of his spike to your entrance. He held himself up with one arm by your head while the other ran down from your waist, to your thigh, to your ass before he finally allowed his spike to inch inside you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, drawing him into a deep kiss as he continued to push in. Soon he began slowly thrusting, setting a relaxed pace which let you easily acclimate to his size. When Prowl moved to kiss your neck and shoulders, you could feel his denta lightly scrape against your skin.

“You can bite,” you whispered. 

He was obviously tempted by the thought but stayed cautious, so you decided to nip first. You pulled him closer to run your tongue up his neck before gently biting and sucking the spot. Prowl’s chest rumbled with a satisfied purr. Human teeth were far too dull to leave a mark on his frame, but the gentle sensation was pleasurable all the same.

“Your turn,” you grinned, and after that playful demonstration, Prowl caved to temptation by gently biting down on your collarbone. “Suck,” you commanded, urging him to be rougher.

You waited until you were certain he’d used enough force to leave a mark before catching his chin and guiding him to admire his handiwork.

“Fascinating…” Prowl grinned, lightly brushing his digits across the new bruise.

Prowl had never left any sort of mark on you while in his holoform, so this was new to him. But seeing it now ignited an unfamiliar pride and possessiveness within him. He’d done that and you’d let him. He found a deep satisfaction in being able to alter your body this way, decorating it with his own symbols of devotion. For a moment Prowl was a little disappointed you couldn’t do the same to him, but that thought was quickly swept away by your soft moans and gentle kisses.

You wrapped your legs around his torso, urging Prowl to pick up his pace. He sat up to hold your hips for more leverage before quickening his thrusts. This new position gave you room to touch yourself, so you began circling your clit; slowly picking up speed as you went while Prowl continued to rut into you. His helm was tilted back and his mouth was open as he gazed down at you beneath him. The sight of you spread out for him, pleasuring yourself and watching him with such adoration in your eyes had him groaning.

“Frag-,” Prowl hissed as he began bucking into you more harshly.

“Yes, just like that,” you moaned, “Just like that baby, keep going.”

You started circling your clit a little faster while meeting his thrusts with your hips. Soon you were panting through another orgasm, arching your back and gripping Prowl’s arm with your other hand. When you’d coasted through it, you reached out, silently asking Prowl to lean back over you again. He arched down and you wrapped your arms around his neck while giving him a languid kiss.

“C’mon baby, keep going,” you purred, “I wanna feel you cum inside me.”

Prowl nearly whined. Something about hearing you use human words like that was such a turn on. The alienness felt more risqué than any cybertronian dirty talk could. With your encouragement, Prowl lost himself in the pursuit of his own orgasm. He picked up his pace again, much sloppier and more desperate than before, but it didn’t matter. You could feel how much Prowl was enjoying this, how eager he was to follow through and fill you until you were dripping with his transfluid.

You held onto him tightly, kissing his neck and moaning against his ear as he continued rutting into you. Prowl moved to look you in the eyes before giving you a messy kiss. When he pulled back, he stayed hovering right above your face. He could feel the warmth of your breath as you panted and moaned into his mouth.

“I love you,” you whimpered as he frantically bucked into you, making your voice shake.

“Say-” he moaned, “Say it again, say it again.”

“Mmm, I love you,” you whispered as he buried his helm in the crook of your neck. “I love you,” you repeated as you dragged your nails down his back. Prowl’s hips stuttered and you could tell he was close, so you pressed your face against the side of his helm as you held him tight. “Prowl, I love you.”

Hearing you call his name, telling him you loved him while you took him, all of him, had him falling over the edge. Prowl couldn’t hold back any longer and growled as he gave one last rough thrust before flooding you with his transfluid. He continued with quick, uneven movements as he rode out his high, practically whimpering from the pleasure. When he finally stilled, you heard the rumble of his engine slowly grow quieter until it was a soft, comforting purr.

You kept one arm lightly wrapped around his neck, but moved the other to hold his helm in your hand when he went to kiss you. Prowl hummed through the kiss and pressed your foreheads together afterwards.

“I love you too,” he smiled and you chuckled.

His voice was gravelly from how loud he’d been and you wanted to hear more of it. The two of you sayed together like that for a few more quiet moments before cleaning up and settling back down to rest. Prowl let out a content sigh as he pulled you up against his chassis and kissed the top of your head. You closed your eyes and smiled while you snuggled into his embrace.

“Did you like that better?” you quietly asked.

“Hm?” Prowl softly hummed.

“Like, did you enjoy that more than doing it with the holoform? I was just wondering how different it is for you, because this was a way different experience for me than with your holoform.”

“Oh! Well, of course. It’s more real, although I don’t know exactly how to explain it. But did you like it better?” Prowl asked, “Was it too much?”

“No, no, not too much. In fact, it was without a doubt the best sex I’ve ever had,” you smiled.

“You don’t have to try and flatter me.”

“No, I’m serious,” you retorted, “If you don’t believe me, you at least have to believe it’s the best sex we’ve ever had.”

“We haven’t done it enough to have much to compare it to,” he pointed out.

“Well then, that just means it’ll be easy for us to one up this experience,” you teased, “which doesn’t sound too bad to me.”

“Oh I think it’s a grand idea,” Prowl replied with a smile before pulling you closer to kiss you again.

Prowl had never felt so at peace before. In this moment, embraced by the comfort of your presence, he was without doubt or fear. Everything was finally out on the table and you’d happily taken a seat at it. He knew you weren’t going anywhere, weren’t going to run away in disgust or anger. 

"Oh yeah, Rachet had me working on some of his equipment earlier. The cooling system was malfunctioning, so I had to wriggle inside where it was still hot to repair a few things. Made me sweat like a racehorse." He nods, remembering his own tech troubles. "I may have a similar problem with this equipment here."

"Really? Well, I can take a look if you want?"

"That would be much appreciated, thank you." He held out his servo for you to hop into and brought you over to the malfunctioning machine. Popping open a side panel, you lay on your back to slide inside all the way to your waist. Magnus observes your arms, moving about as you look over the wires and cables inside. The flashlight between your teeth slips in your concentration and smacks you in the forehead before rolling further inside the machine.

"OW... I sworney! Get back here, ya stupid flashlight!" Magnus quirks a browridge as you feel around for the familiar cylinder of your light. You shift your legs from their side laying position to propped up and spread as you reach further inside. Having forgotten his thermals were still on, the hot signature between your thighs drew in his optics.

He somewhat understood why your torso would be so hot but down there? Cybertronians were usually cold there. As you finally grabbed the light and continued your work, Magnus was staring off into space. His processor wandering. He couldn't help his curiosity in how that warmth would feel against him but remembered that organics were wet and squishy inside. At first, the thought kinda grossed him out, but the longer he thought about it, the stronger his curiosity became till he finally steered his thoughts towards you.

He hadn't been thinking of you specifically, at least not at first, but now he was thinking of how you would feel on his spike. The raunchy thoughts caught him off guard. He shook his helm to dispell them, clearing his vocalizer. A blue blush crossing his faceplate. He needed to distract himself with work. Walking over to his data pad, he turned it on, trying to busy himself with "paperwork."

He couldn't stop his thoughts about you. He wondered how much your temperature would change as he worked you up and how plush your body might be in his servos.

"Something wrong, big guy?" He gives you a strange look. You feel a bit shy under his gaze and trip over your words. "Magnus? Wh-what is it? Why are you... staring at me like that?" He kneals, and you take a step back.

"Your heat signature."

"What about it?" He clears his vocalizer standing straight again. "Nevermind, forget I said anything."

"Okaaay... I'm finished with the repair." He gives you a curt nod, turning back to the screens covered in cybertronian script. "Thank you for your assistance, y/n." Shaking your head, you walk away, not realizing the mech has his optics on you.

He silently watches you leave, finally switching his thermals off so he can see everything in normal color.

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The next hour or so was very unproductive for him. He just couldn't stop thinking about you no matter how hard he tried. Eventually, he gave up deciding that a night drive would calm his racing processor. But as fate would have it, he wouldn't be alone.

You jogged into the main room, calling to him as he got ready to transform. "Magnus! Magnus! Wait up!" He qwirked a brow ridge as you huffed from running. "Do you... mind dropping me off at my place?"

"Is Bumblebee unable to?"

"Yeah, he's busy helping Optimus." He nods, transforming in front of you. His driver side door pops open, and you step up inside. With your seatbelt secure around you, he drives through the tunnel.

Raindrops hit his windshield as he passed the giant hidden doors. Puddles had formed in the almost hydrophobic desert soil as an unusual hard rain poured from the heavens. He didn't need to use his wipers, but for the sake of blending in, he turned them on. Several cars passed in the opposite lane, almost backed up for some reason.

You looked farther ahead and spotted the flashing lights of police vehicles. You could see that the road ahead was blocked off by barricades and police cruisers. A large section of road had collapsed in the rushing floodwaters, and no one would be getting through anytime soon.

"Ugh, that's just great! Now, how will I get home?"

"You could accompany me for a drive while I find another way through?"

"Ok, if you're alright with it?" You watch the lights on the radio flash as he speaks. "I have nothing better to do at the moment." He makes a u-turn following the other vehicles through the translucent sheets of rain. A few minutes down the road, he turns onto a dirt one. You can feel his shocks taking the brunt of the worn potholes as he slowly drives through them.

Mud cakes his tires and undercarriage, making it hard to get a good grip on the road. The detour was proving more and more fruitless by the minute. He grunted as his tires spun in a particularly deep wallow. The mud had practically drained from under his tires, leaving him on top of a shelf of mud. His weight now off his tires put pressure on his undercarriage.

In cybertronian, he cursed his steering wheel, turning left and right as he tried to gain enough traction. With that not working, either he partially transforms using different parts to drag himself forward, eventually escaping the deep mud.

"That was deep! I was beginning to wonder if I should call for a wrecker."

"I doubt Bulkhead or Wheeljack would've been much help." You let out a chuckle at his misunderstanding. "No, I mean a wrecker like a vehicle recovery truck. They're mainly used for semi recovery." He grunts in recognition, continuing down the road.

The lights of a main road shine up ahead, and you breathe an unconscious sigh of relief when he rolls onto the asphalt. It's obvious, however, just how much mud is stuck to his tires as he unevenly drives down the road. As you continue looking forward, you spot an empty car wash.

"How about we stop at this car wash so I can spray you down?"

"Agreed, my tires aren't getting enough traction with this mud." He pulls into the semi sized wash bay and cuts his engine. The old car wash only has one working light in this bay, leaving it washed in a dim greenish-blue. Stepping out, you take the pressure washer in hand, immediately starting on his tires. The mud washes away relatively quickly, and before you know it, you're kneeling down, trying to spray his undercarriage clean.

The yellowish lights of an older pickup truck shine across you, and Magnus as a man pulls into the small lot. He parked next to the air pump, stepping out onto the glossy wet pavement. The rain had finally settled down quite a bit.

As you continued your spraying, the man was clearly watching you as he stood there a moment. He suddenly called out to you, gaining your attention. "Hey ma'am! Do you need some help?"

You wiped water from your face as you stood to face him. "No sir, I'm fine, thanks!" The man started walking over when you turned your back to him. Alarms rang in Magnus' processor, so he switched on his holoform. Opening the driver's side door, he stepped out, making eye contact with the approaching man. Immediately upon seeing Magnus, he turned on his heels and walked back to his truck to put air in his tires.

Boots hitting the concrete drew your attention. You were met with an older man, probably in his late forties, his hair just beginning to grey and dressed in battle fatigues. He was clean-shaven and standing with his hands behind his waist as a general would.

"That you Magnus?" He only nods, watching the man as he finally gets back in his truck, driving away. Magnus turns to you as you finish spraying his undercarriage clean. "That feel better?"

"Yes, thank you, y/n." Noticing your slight shivering, he turns on his thermals again. You're a tad colder than you were back at base, and clearly, the spray of the hose dampened your clothes. The cool breeze didn't help much either. After spraying a clean path to his passenger door and cleaning your shoes, you step up inside again.

Glancing at his surroundings, he steps up into the driver's seat. Pulling forward, he drives into the dark, secluded rear of the car wash to park. As you rub your arms in an attempt to get warm, you give him a confused look. His seat slides back as far as possible, and he pats his lap.

"You want me to get in your lap?"

"You're cold, aren't you? It's the least I can do for that wash down." You bite your lip as you think it over. Caving, you clamber over to him, straddling his legs with your hands on his chest. Gently and a bit unsure of yourself, you lean forward, wrapping your arms around his neck as you lay against him. His holoform is warm to your surprise but not as much as a human. You nuzzle into his neck, closing your eyes at the comforting feeling of his presence. Arms wrap around your back, and you let out a content sigh, relaxing your muscles.

He feels your body loosen as your breath tickles his holoform skin. He wraps his arms around you and lets himself relax as well.

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A few minutes pass, and you can't help but fidget a little with his uniform buttons. "What are you doing?" His deep voice close to your ear sends a shiver down your spine. And you can feel your body react to him. Gently, you press your lips against his neck, taking him by surprise.

He sucks in a synthetic breath as you place more tender kisses on his skin. "Would it be alright if I switched holoforms?" You pause, leaning back to look him in the eyes. "You have a different holoform?" Now you were curious, would it be this human with different clothes or something else? "I can project a holoform of my true body as well as this human form."

Perhaps he wanted to do this in his true form rather than some human version of himself. It was understandable. You wouldn't want to do something intimate in another body either. You smile and nod, letting him know you were ok with it and his holoform morphs before your eyes.

That familiar blue, red, and silver body sits under you as solid as ever. When you shift in his lap, you brush against his modesty panel, sending a small jolt of pleasure through your nerves. His servos land on your waist, and you press your forhead against his in a sign of affection.

"What would you like me to do next?" His question has you smiling, giving him a soft chuckle. "Just do what feels right, Magnus."

"Mmh, alright then." He takes your jaw in his servo, pulling you in for a kiss. It's gentle at first, both of you unsure about yourselves but slowly you get into a rhythm of sorts. His glossa ran over your teeth, asking for entry, which you obliged. His denta clashed against your teeth as the kiss grew frantic. Subconsciously, you scooted forward, sitting right on his modesty panel. His servo gripped your rear, lifting you slightly as you heard feint clicks. When you sat back down His modesty panel wasn't there anymore instead replaced by a spike of sorts. Rounded and pliable like some kind of silicone covered metal. It was dark charcoal grey with feint blue lights running along it.

A mad blush covers your face and ears as you look back up at him. He also looks nervous and can't keep eye contact with you. "I apologize y/n I didn't mean for that to happen." For once, you can hear nerves in his voice. He's normally so calm and collected much like Optimus.

Gaining confidence at his nervousness, you give him a peck on the lips, sliding off his lap. You strip in front of him all the way down to bare skin. His glowing eyes scan your body in awe as you gingerly slip back into his lap. "You're gorgeous. I don't know any femmies that even come close to your beauty." You almost tear up at his compliments.

He lets his servos roam your skin as he moves to kiss your neck. Small sounds escape your throat as he caresses your abdomen and deftly touches your spine. You position yourself on his spike, moving your hips back and forth to gain some pleasure. He groans in your ear as you rub yourself on him. Your slick leaks on him lubricating him for the next step.

When he breaks away from your neck, you kiss him again and sit up on your knees above him. "Are you certain you want to go through with this?" Your gaze is dark with arousal as you nod to him. You split yourself open, gently aligning him with your entrance as you finally sink down.

He hisses, cursing in cybertronian at the feeling of you around him. You let out a pitiful whine as he stretches you, filling you perfectly. You grip his shoulders to ground yourself as you both stay still for a moment. Relaxing your muscles, you slip just a bit further down to the base of him as he grips your hips tight.

When he attempts to move, you wrap your arms around his neck, gripping one of his ear finials. He moves his servos to your rear, lifting you up only to thrust back into you. Moans quickly flow from your lips as he gets into rhythm. A growl escapes him as he leans forward, getting out of the seat. With you he shimmys to his back cabin, laying you on the folding cot.

He gets on top of you and moves the pillow under your hips before slipping back inside you with a pleasured groan. You let out a gasp when he plunges back in, the different angle providing new pleasure. As he thrusts harder, you lock your legs around his waist and claw at his back plates. You can feel the coil inside you tightening as your muscles squeeze around his spike.

"Magnus... Harder!" Immediately, his hips snap harder into yours, and you feel your coil about to snap. It's only when he whispers to you something in cybertronian gripping the meat of your rear that it finally snaps. You call out his name as your body tenses, waves of white hot pleasure running through you.

He continues moving through your high, letting possesive synthetic growls slip through his vocalizer. An almost inaudible hiss of air meets your ears as your mind clears a bit, and you suddenly feel his girth increase inside you. It stretches you just a bit more, and you already feel another orgasm slowly creeping up on you.

Magnus isn't slowing down yet either as he lifts one of your legs to gain a better angle. His lips attacking your neck again as he chases his own release. His denta nip at your skin, and his glossa runs along your throat, making you shiver.

You feel his arms around you as he suddenly picks you back up, taking a standing position. He thrusts up into you, letting out what you can only guess is cybertronian dirty talk. Nonetheless, it works, and you know you're close to another release. Chanting his name like a mantra, you claw at his back and grip his finials.

"I'm close y/n!" You can't respond only letting moans flow from your lips. With a few more thrusts, he lets out a hiss cursing in cybertronian again as he releases inside you. Heat fills your womb as you squeeze him like a vice. Your legs tighten around him in an attempt to pull him further inside you. You can feel your walls pulse around him as he gently thrusts into you to ride out your high.

Breathing hard, you give him a sleepy smile touching forheads again in affection. He sits back in the driver's seat, letting you lay against him. "Can we stay here for a bit?"