Me: *opens your blog to see beautiful Arcee smut and proceeds to read it all the way*
Also me: omfggfgsfgffdhdh—
Epic.. like straight up I loved it my lesbiab side has awakened—
now could we please pretty please begging on my knees have some Arcee fluff? You can be suggestive if you want of course but I really wanna focus on fluff if you can
You don’t need to answer if you don’t want to ^v^
(Also getting off anon cuz I think you might know me at this point, I’m subscribed to both your AO3 and Tumblr as my main account’s name lol—)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ arcee x human fem reader sfw
hello my lovely!! of course <33 i’m so sorry it took me literally forever to write this. i kept getting stuck with the writing </3 i'm fr so bad at sfw scenarios LOL. i definitely know who u are 🙂↕️ you were one of the first ppl who found my blog and followed me, so i followed you back at the time >:)) <3 — i hope you enjoy!!
"Look at you, Sugar!" Arcee exclaims happily, "So pretty! Do a little twirl for me, please?"
You giggle lightly, bringing your free hand up to hold onto the brim of your hat before you spin on your toes. Your dress fans outwards, showing off all the material.
She gives you a whistle, "The prettiest I've ever seen."
The smile on your face won't budge, giddy over her adoring praise of you. You take the last few steps up to her, lowering your basket to the middle of the blanket before you sit down next to your lover.
"Sorry I'm a little late," you apologise, leaning over to offer her a quick kiss on her derma.
"No worries, it gave me time to set up. You should've let me pick you up though," she says as her digits reach to graze the lid of the basket.
"You're making me lazy by driving me around everywhere," you answer with affection as you cut her curiosities by lifting the lid of the basket to reveal what's inside.
"Ooo," Arcee coos as she leans forward to get a better look, "So many energon treats!"
You take an energon stick out for her, offering it over. She takes a bite, letting the solidified treat melt into its liquid form in her intake before she drinks it down.
"So refreshing," she chirps happily. "Especially on a hot day like today."
Sitting back with her palms resting against the blanket, she takes a good look out over the meadow. Wildflowers are scattered across the tall grass, bursts of yellows, oranges, and purples, creating a picturesque image.
She takes another bite of the treat you're holding out for her, the flavours spiralling over her glossa. The warm breeze hushes past her, whistling through some of her transformation seams.
With your free hand, you grab a strawberry from the basket. You take a small bite,
"Those always smell so delicious," Arcee comments as she watches you snack on it.
"A strawberry?" You ask, "Why don't you try one?"
She giggles lightly, shooting you a warm smile before taking the last bite of the energon treat. "Although I'd love to, I'm not designed to eat organic food."
"Didn't you just fight an enormous transforming dinosaur last week?" You cock your brow at her, "Try living a little."
"Alright alright," she chuckles, "Lemme try one."
You dig back into the basket for another, handing it over to her. She leans forward, taking an experimental bite. Her dentae sink through it easier than she anticipated.
The pink and white 'Bot lets the fruit balance on her glossa, toying with the idea of swallowing it. A contemplative look spreads over her features as she savours the taste, and as it currently stands, you aren't sure if she's actually enjoying it.
"Damn, this really is good," Arcee comments, grasping your wrist loosely to take a larger bite, finishing the treat. She took it all from your fingers, before you could warn her that you're not technically meant to eat the green bit.
"You organics have everything good," she comments, bringing your fingers to her intake to lick whatever remnants of strawberry remain on them. You giggle lightly, wringing your wrist away from her intake. At this rate, she might eat you next.
"It's not all bad for you guys. Your energon treats always look nice," you answer as you tuck your hand back in the basket to pick out another popsicle-shaped energon treat.
"Wanna try it?" She nods to it.
You shoot her a quizzical look, quirking your eyebrow. Has she gone mad?
"They look nice," you repeat, "But so do glow sticks. And I wouldn't eat one of those."
"Hmm, what a shame!" She replies, feigning dramatics.
"Oh well, more for me," the 'Bot laughs as she plucks the frozen treat from you to slide it into her intake. You can't help the smile that crawls over your lips, so wide that it makes your cheeks hurt.
"These do taste delicious," Arcee comments as she enjoys her treat. "They're so sweet. There's only one thing sweeter."
"Oh?" You voice, "And what would that be?"
She laughs, not giving you a verbal response. Instead, she dives in for a kiss. You almost yelp against her, but quickly settle into the motions and allow her to take you by storm. You kiss her back, placing both of your hands at the back of her helm. You can taste a mix of the energon and strawberries on her derma, which is a strange taste, but not strictly unpleasant.
She slides one servo around your waist, maintaining a soft hold on you. You pull her down, resting on your back over the blankets. Your hat drops from your head, pinned beneath you. Your lover continues on with her love and affection, not deterred by anything. It's a spark that ignited her love for you, but it's the steady flame that keeps the two of you thriving in this fairytale love story.
"You," she says after she breaks the kiss, "You're the sweetest thing."
You giggle, looking up at her. You look at her as if she created the entire universe, as if she were the master of the cosmos. The admiration is unquantifiable and hard to put into words. You do not love her in moments, but in the space between them. Where silence is louder than words, but the truth comes with it.
She traces your features with a featherlight touch, starting with the plumpness of your bottom lip.
"You're so beautiful, y'know?" She whispers, her gaze following the path her digit is on. She strokes down the bridge of your nose next, then moves to your cheekbones. You are her joy, the pride that she celebrates, and the peace she returns to.
"I'm so grateful to call you mine." She traces your browline next, mapping your topography as though you're uncharted lands. She has every feature of yours already committed to her hard drive, and she'll never scrub them. It gives her clarity and purpose when she's on tough missions, or when it's been a while since she last saw you. She will not just love you in this lifetime, but every lifetime where her soul remembers how to reach for yours.
"I love you," you confess gently.
Her touch focuses on your hair, pushing any flyaway strands out of your face so that your darling face is completely clear for her to see. She can make out her own reflection in your eyes, and the way you see her is unique from how anyone else does. In your perception, she is transformed into a deity of beauty and grace, a golden saviour who blesses you each day.
"I love you more," she replies with a soft smile.
"Not possible," you answer.
"Definitely is," she hushes back. "You're the best thing to ever happen to me."
"Even better than a reward or medal from Optimus?" You retort, half-joking.
She vents a short laugh, appreciating your attempt at humour. To any mech, that would be the greatest honour. To be lauded and recognised by the Optimus Prime, the mouthpiece of God, and the greatest leader Cybertron has ever known.
But for Arcee? A fraction of your love is worth far more.
