Question, how are things going between Th Ark and his little human? that's certainly an interesting scenario I wanna see more of if u have the time.
Sure! 🔞 🌶️
Scenario- Lonely Pt 2
The Ark x Reader
• ‘No, I don’t want some generic drone. It needs to represent me,’ scrolls across his datapad as Optimus’s jaw clenches. And a file titled ‘OptimusFraggingNastyCompilation’ appears on the screen with the words ‘At this point, I have over twenty joors worth to share.’ Servos flexing on the datapad as his head lifts to stare at the little human smiling at the sweet nothings the Ark is scrolling for you, oblivious to how manipulative the huge bot is, Optimus growls. ‘And I want input on the spike and valve design.’ Optics shuttering, Optimus vents tiredly.
• Laughing internally at the look on Optimus’s face, he knows he should feel a bit guilty, but really? He’s been stuck here in the side of the mountain, damaged and have they bothered to check on him? Not even a ‘hey, you good? Need anything?’ So it’s hard to feel that bad. Getting to listen to and feel the bots with humans getting some while he’s just stuck in ship mode. Lonely. Bored. And horny. So fragging horny.
• He’s so sweet. Can’t believe you’re the soul mate to a giant, transforming alien ship. You’d always known aliens were real and as he describes all of the worlds he’s seen and that he wants to take you to, you feel like you’re finally where you belong. And when you look up, the big guy, Optimus is staring at you so you wave. Poor guy. He looks so exhausted. They’re all so nice to you, though.
• Bent over a drone frame with Ratchet and Perceptor, Wheeljack’s vocal indicators flicker pink as new text scrolls on the datapad. ‘I want a bigger spike, give it plenty of ridges and load it with sensory nets. You all owe me. And my head doesn’t look like that. You live in me and can’t even capture me properly?’ Wheeljack looks helplessly over at Ratchet as the medic vents in aggravation and the demands just keep coming. Along with the threats.
• Pleased when you giggle at him, a leg sliding on the console you’re perched on, the Ark offers you a flourish of those little heart emojis you like. Because as soon as that drone is complete, he’s going to drag you to an empty habsuite and not come out until you both need fuel. Deserves this. A companion so he’s not so alone, constantly listening to the Autobots in his care and none of them bother to talk to him. Don’t they know he’s got needs too? Like you. Definitely needs you in a berth under him and naked. Primus, he’s so frustrated and horny after listening to them getting some, feeling them rutting their humans inside him.
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Okay but something about rabbithorns Ark just hits different. This is unedited lol.
You're waiting for the bus, just like you do everyday. The cool wind sends a harsh chill through your body and down your spine. Everything seems normal. Everything besides the 9ft or so thing, staring at you.
It bends down, now at your head height but still on your right side, and peers at you. Almost as if it's trying to figure you out.
"You're human." It says. More so a statement the a question. It's voice is deadpan and rough.
"Uhm," you clear your throat, "yes." You say back. You almost feel as if you've died. That would be the only explanation, right?
"Where are we?" It asks, looking around, "the human world is so confusing."
"Were- uhm, were in the outskirts of the city. The bus will come and then take us to school." You say, unsure if the being means your broad geographical location, or something more specific.
"What's your name?" He asks. You look up at it. Huge hands, with long sharp claws attached. It had multiple sets of wings, and little gold and black speaks within them.
You decide he looks fine enough, and that telling him your name can't hurt.
"Hmm, human names are so odd. So long. I'm Ark, much better then the common names of your kind." Ark says.
He stands up, his full height is honestly ridiculous. You remember stories about Grimm reapers, maybe he's one? You could've died on the walk here and not noticed.
Ark starts looking around. Acting as if he's lost something, or someone. "Have you seen a demon? He's missing."
"No, can't say I have." Honestly, if you'd seen a demon you think you'd know. Esspecially if they're as tall as Ark.
"Hm, disappointing." The feathery giant moves to leave, but your small hand reaches out first.
It shocks you, and seems to shock him aswell. Why? Why are you about to do this?
"You're already at the bus stop, might as well see where it goes, yeah?" You blurt, your voice is rushed and breathy. Looking in Arks eye as you talk is hard, he's presence makes you feel twitchy.
"Mortals are so clingy." He sighs, rolling his eye. "I have things to do. But if you're that desperate I'll find you, make sure you're entertaining when I see you next."
You nod, watching Ark leave. Turning to face toward the road once more, you realise what just happened.
the difference between the Ark and Nemesis with their respective humans is so funny to me. Ark gets a chance to be a freak and immediately takes it while Nemesis is just happy to have someone to hang out that actually acknowledges they’re there.
🤣 Nemesis just side eyeing all the Decepticons like y’all are freaks, he just wants to take care of his tiny borrower that talks to him. Ark is just a bit pent up and frustrated. 🔞 🌶️
Lonely Pt 4
Ark x Reader
• Lifting the drone’s head on a growl from between your thighs, you squeak and grab for your shirt where he’d flung it as you try and cover as much of yourself as you can. Rumbling a low warning when Optimus turns his head to avert his optics, Ark presses a soft bite against your inner thigh. “I’m a bit busy,” he growls and he hears the Prime clear his vents. Had hoped he’d have longer without getting interrupted and had started cleaning you up from the last round before he’d gotten distracted and wanted to taste you. ‘We assigned you a private habsuite,’ Optimus says and that’s too funny. They assigned him a space on his own body? “I’m good right here,” he growls, head dipping.
• Staring at the far wall, anywhere but at the Ark’s drone noisily devouring his little human as they moan encouragement, a hand on his helm and hips bucking, Optimus vents tiredly. Had hoped the ship would willingly go, because they need the bridge. Need the consoles. But actually ordering the Ark to leave doesn’t sit right with him and he turns his back on the drone and his human when they squeal the ship’s name. ‘The bridge doesn’t exactly offer much in the way of privacy,’ he tries, hating the desperation in his voice.
• Skin slick with sweat, you glance at the other bot as Ark pulls your legs up until your knees are against your chest, the position almost uncomfortable as he stretches you in a slow drive, groaning about how good you feel. Squirming as his hips pump, you wonder if the big bot is his servant. Keeps coming in and trying to coax Ark into moving you somewhere else. It’s hard to hang onto your train of thought when he begins thrusting harder, the wet sound, the feel of him stroking inside you, and his snarls distracting you. Barely aware of the other bot finally leaving as his hips smack against you.
• “I’ll need an heir,” he groans, rutting inside you. “But we have plenty of time for that,” he adds raggedly, grunting as he thrusts deep. Hears you moan about giving him a little prince, your slick heat fisting his spike and he loses his rhythm, shuddering in hard drives until he’s overloading and his spike swells inside you to make you tremble with your own release. “Primus, you’re fragging perfect.”
• Shivering and overly sensitive, your heart is racing as he shifts against you and you feel his spike tugging inside you. Realize he’s swollen inside you and you’re pinned with your knees against your chest. You’d be embarrassed but he’s groaning soft praise and you feel him shudder again with a second release, his heat spreading inside you to make you feel full. Wheezing when he leans against you and you can hardly breathe for a moment when his mouth covers yours and you taste yourself on his glossa. And he smirks when you wrinkle your nose at him, feeling him brush another kiss against your cheek. He really is such a sweetheart.
Revel, i LOVE how you write the Ark being mean and a bully to the autobot but acting sweet to his little s/o (he's so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂) LOLL
Nemesis: Don’t you dare look at my tiny spouse living in the walls. You saw something? No, you didn’t
Ark: No thoughts, just manipulative pent up, aggressive horniness 🔞 🌶️
Lonely Pt 3
Ark x Reader
• ‘I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,’ Ratchet mutters, holding out his arm with a datapad in hand to bar the way to the bridge. And Optimus stares at the medic, recognizing that over it look on his face. ‘The Ark and his human are in there,’ Ratchet adds as an explanation and Optimus frowns. The ship’s only had a drone for barely a joor, there’s no way that he’d managed to not only successfully court his human, but convince them to actually do anything with him. But as he opens the door, he catches a glimpse of the two tangled together in his captain’s chair, hears the noises and he shuts the door. That has to be a new record. A horrifying record, but still. Servo still on the button as Ratchet growls that he tried to warn him, Optimus just turns and walks away. Not dealing with that right now.
• Growling as he ruts against you, thrusting urgently inside your slick heat while you hang onto him, he groans. Because you’re even better than he’d imagined. And okay, maybe he’d lied to you a little bit. Maybe you’ve somehow gotten it into your head that he’s Cybertronian royalty and that he’s claiming you as his spouse to rule by his side. It’s not like he’d said it, he’d just hinted that it was possible and you’d been all too eager to go along with it. Hips pumping, he feels you squirm under him, gasping his name. “Not yet. Wait,” he snarls, spike driving into you and you’re so tight and wet.
• Crying out as you come apart, he keeps pounding into you, his spike stretching you until you feel every ridge stroking inside you. And he’s snarling, venting raggedly as he bucks against you before you feel the heat of his release inside you. “Are we mates now?” You manage, thighs trembling. You’ve never orgasmed three times in a row before, but now that you know what you’d been missing? You’re never letting him go. And being alien royalty? With him promising to take you back to his home world to rule by his side? Yes, please.
• “Maybe one more. To be sure,” he groans, shuddering as he slips free of you and encourages you to roll onto your belly so he can cover you and try this position. Burying his spike back inside you, he wonders if he can just stay inside you. All the time. Is that an option? It’s not like he has any actual tasks or job duties except transportation. And since they crashed him into a mountain, he’s not going anywhere until they decide to dig him out. Which doesn’t seem to be high on the Autobot’s priorities list. Has so much catching up to do, anyway.
• It’s one hell of a coronation, moaning as he begins moving inside you again, you hear him growling sweet nothings and promises in your ear. Makes you feel chosen. Special. You’d always known aliens were real and you have so many questions about him and his people. Need to know so much if you’re going to rule over them. And he’s rumbling, hips pumping urgently to race impatiently for that peak again as your body winds back up. Wondering idly if you get a crown.
May I request a one-shot of The Ark (I cant get the idea of Optimus freaking out when he sees his ship cajoling with a human lol) TFA Skywarp or WFC Air Raid?
There are four requests for the Ark in the mess that’s my inbox and I couldn’t figure out why. I didn’t realize in the later iterations he transforms 🤣 I don’t remember him transforming in G1, but maybe he did? But I get it now. Big boi
Scenario- lonely
Ark x Reader
• “Optimus?” Looking up to find Ratchet frowning at him, Optimus rubs a hand over the back of his neck. Trying to figure out the strange, new notification on his datapad from the Ark. “You need to see this,” Ratchet adds, pointing. And following him into command, he stops short. “Any idea where they came from?” Because there’s a human he’s never seen before sitting on a console as text scrolls. And then flourishes of strange looking, little red shapes. The Ark chatting away to them.
• They’re staring at him as he coaxes and flirts with you, but he’s beyond caring. Do they have any idea what it’s like to be stuck like this? Treated like an inanimate object they live in? And now having to watch and listen to some of them romancing these soft, little ethereal creatures. Though, Optimus and a couple others aren’t just romancing. Having to listen to and watch them fragging their humans leaving him frustrated and pent up. Don’t they realize he has needs, too?
• Glancing down as his datapad chimes again, he holds it down so Ratchet can read, too. The original message a demand for “a fully integrated avatar with complete sensory nets or in lieu of that, a drone.” The latest message saying “you crashed me into a mountain. I’m stuck. I’m horny and you owe me.” Hears Ratchet make a strangled noise as another notification pops up. “And I recorded everything.”
• Satisfied with that little bit of blackmail, Ark turns his attention back to you. Loving the way you smile for him, so eager to ask questions. So excited to talk to another species. And watching the bots interfacing with their humans? He wants that. A soft, affectionate little mate. Someone that won’t treat him like an object, who’ll see him for who he is. Not just as ‘the ship.’
• Who’d have thought aliens were real? Or so sweet? Smiling as more sweet talk and little hearts scroll across the console, you hear voices and turn. Oh. Lifting a hand in a little wave at two huge, alien robots, you can’t stop grinning. Because this is amazing. No one’s ever going to believe you.
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I am unbelievably tempted to request a sandwich with the Ark and the Nemesis or either with Metroplex cause I think it’d be hilarious.
There’s so much potential for chaotic sandwiches: Sunstorm and Rung, Prowl and Skywarp, Shockwave and Ironhide- There’s so many that would go to shit so quickly and I LOVE that. If I wrote about your AU, the place would rapidly burn to the ground lmao
I’ll spare you an actual writing request; could you just let me know your most outlandish requests??
Including this one? Copter harem- Whirl, Vortex, and Spinister with one human. And someone’s asked for Prowl, Shockwave. 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️
Interludes Pt 10
The Ark x Reader, The Nemesis x Reader
• Clawed servos flexing as he can’t stop touching the rig hooked into him allowing him to mass shift far past his normal limits, Nemesis vents. Not trusting the tech that had been the collaborative efforts of Brainstorm, Shockwave, Wheeljack, and Perceptor. Not trusting anyone except himself. This thing meant to give Titans a ‘chance at normalcy.’ Which he couldn’t care less about as he growls and snags one of the dancing humans around the middle and turns towards his companion. What he is interested in? Fragging. “What about this one?” He growls at the Ark. Doesn’t particularly care about this dirtball planet or its strange little organics. But he’s bored. And after spending millions of years ferrying thankless Cybertronians around, he’s more than a little frustrated.
• Dangling from the big, purple Cybertronian’s arm, you just stare as his companion bends to stare at you. And you’re just buzzed enough to start laughing. “This one’s down to fuck if that’s what you’re after.” And the yellow one slowly smiles as he straightens. Both of them turning and striding for the bar with you dangling against the purple mech’s hip like a bag of cement. Apparently they’re not interested in pleasantries, just getting down to business. Not that you have an issue with that, spotting one of your friends and giving them double thumbs up as they double over cackling at you. Yeah. This probably isn’t your most dignified moment, but you’re over here living the dream.
• Grabbing a room token and letting himself in, Ark frowns at the way Nenesis is carrying you. Almost certain he’s doing it wrong, but you’re not complaining. After millennia stuck in his alt mode? He’s ready to live. And he’s so horny, he might overload before he’s even inside you. “I found the human, I’m going first,” Nemesis growls as you laugh. Jaw gritting against the urge to point out that the other mech didn’t find you, he just snatched the first human he saw, but as the other Titan glares at him, he gestures toward the berth. He can be patient. It’s only been a millennia already.
• Swinging you down onto your feet, Nemesis growls and catches your arm when you back up. “Don’t,” he growls and you smile. ‘I’m not running, just stripping, okay?’ You ask, hooking a finger in your top covering. And he’s tempted to tear the thin cloth, unwrap you like a present. Reluctantly letting go instead and watching with predatory interest as you strip for him. ‘So how do you want to do this?’ And he reaches out to push you, sending you stumbling to sit on the bed, before he snarls and flips you onto your belly. Leaning to vent against your neck and freeing his spike as he rocks his hips, impatiently sliding the length of his spike against you. ‘You have zero chill, huh?’ You groan, fingers fisting in the sheets as you rock back against him. ‘I can respect that.’
• Gasping when he shifts and the head of his spike stretches you, there’s a moment to worry that he’s a bit more than you can handle. But then you make yourself relax, sucking in a sharp breath when he drives deep, hips meeting you as he snarls, clawed servos digging into the mattress when he begins thrusting. And it is too much, his hips pumping urgently as he snarls what sounds like profanity, those wicked claws tearing into the mattress. Body coiling tight as you squirm under him, kicking out a leg, aware of the noises you’re making as he ruts against you until you’re gasping as you come apart. Hear him snarl, hips snapping against you before he’s overloading to fill you. And you don’t even try to move when he pulls out. Not sure that you can move, thighs trembling so hard.
• Hears your muffled ‘holy fuck,’ as you press your face into the bedding and Nemesis chuckles as he backs off. Venting and freeing his own spike, Ark smoothes a hand up your back. So soft. “What’s your name?” He asks as he sheaths himself inside your wet heat and you moan instead of answering. There’ll be time to talk later, though. Hips pumping, his optics shutter at the feel of you wrapped around his spike. “I think I like this planet,” he growls and Nemesis clears his vents loudly. ‘This one particular human is tolerable,’ he mutters, watching you squirm with a needy sound. Has so much catching up to do after being stuck in his alt mode so long. And he’s going to start by spending the night buried inside you. They can take turns. Maybe work towards reestablishing the Titans since there’s so few of them left. You seem willing enough.
