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t-annuki · 1 day
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We need Leatherhead in bayverse
based on this by @inspiredwriter
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belyyvolks · 2 days
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✨Cool caption✨
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raisin-shell · 2 days
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Ask anything? I got a question for everyone. Are there any writers you would like to see more writing from? Maybe this will get their gears going!
Here is a list of all my favorite writers 😍
@turtle-babe83 @dragonslover1 @verothexeno @southernblossoms @nittleboo @tri-point-bruiser @moonlightflower21 @aurora-the-kunoichi @hummerhouse @selfless1978 @thelaundrybitch @tkappi @waterstar2016 @imthegreenfairy86 @ravn-87 @teenage-mutant-ninja-freak
Some of them are still writing. The ones I miss know I miss them already. 😂
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river-town-citizen · 7 months
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As a kid, you love Transformers for the big robots shooting at eachother and transforming into sport cars;
As an adult, you love Transformers because of the tragedy of the fallen civilazation of scholars and explorers now having been forced to fight in an endless war just to survive while being stranded on an alien planet but finding friendship and love with the natives and discovering how much they have in common thus creating hope for the rebuilding of their home.
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succubusdaydream · 1 year
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BACK ON MY BULLSHIT
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robot-horde · 9 months
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Best Job Ever
Mirage x GN!Reader (NSFW & SFW)
First smut fic lets gooooo. I’ve got it bad for this guy and watching the movie again only made it worse oh my goddd. The first half is a little suggestive, but SFW and can stand alone, so I put a dash line break between them in case you only wanted to read one part or the other. Reader is gender neutral, no pronouns mentioned, and no specific genitalia. There’s so much dialogue in this thing and cheesy humor, so I hope you both smile and enjoy the horny.
Summary: You work at a car wash and a shakeup in routine with an odd regular leads to questions answered, awkward official introductions, and a night filled with kisses.
Warnings/Content: Swearing, creampie, size difference, mention of sexual harassment (let me know if I should add anything else)
Word Count: 5.1k
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Washing cars wasn’t the worst job you’d ever had, but man it was exhausting and summers were rough having to wear the uniform polo and pants. Hopefully you had another month or two before you had to deal with the heat. At this point in the year, rain was the worst you had to deal with, but you managed. There wasn’t a cloud in sight today though, and customers started coming in. You rolled your eyes as you saw one of your regulars pull onto the lot.
It was a beat up Porsche put together with mismatched parts in primary colors and silver. When it came in the first time one of your coworkers had mentioned its appearance, prompting you to chime in saying you thought it was ‘cute’.
After working on it though, you no longer found the car to be cute. It always gave you weird vibes, because it looked a little different each time you worked on it. Who does that? Bring what seems like an in progress car in for washes,
Every.
Single.
Week.
And you were always the one who had to do it. The guy who owned it specifically requests you. As talkative and flirty as he was, you never got his name. He usually wore one of those color blocked windbreakers and diamond stud earrings. You had to admit, he was pretty handsome, but his movements were clumsy and awkward. You went back and forth on whether you found his demeanor off putting, or endearing. Usually it was the latter.
One day while making polite small talk, the way you do in customer service, you asked him, “So, any particular reason you’re requesting me,” you paused for dramatic effect, “again?”
He was leaning on his elbow against the counter, smiling contently at you while you spoke.
“Is it wrong for me to want the best?” he replied.
“I guess not,” you sighed before turning to get to work on the car.
At this point everyone knew you had a routine, so they stopped interacting with the guy entirely. They knew he’d just ask for you anyway. So you walked up to the car and got in, picking up keys and cash for the service he always left on the driver's seat. One of his quirks was he insisted you didn’t need to hand things back and forth. It wasn’t too much of an inconvenience, so you complied. After you were done, you’d put the keys right back where he’d left them.
“This won’t take too long,” you commented, just to avoid awkward silence.
“Hey, no worries. Take your time,” he said smoothly. You could feel him checking you out as you walked away so you glanced back, catching him quickly averting his gaze. At least he was trying to be a little subtle.
You breezed through your process with no problems, but man, you could have sworn you saw the car mirror move when you bent down to pick up a rag. You’ve gotta be less paranoid. You knew you were just being dramatic.
That was until one day you watched the Porsche pull off the lot without anyone inside. You tried not to think about it, but you know you saw it. You couldn’t have not seen it. There’s no way this could be some sort of self-driving high-tech batmobile. And where was the dude? He obviously wasn’t left behind at the car wash. So where did he go?
Next week rolled around and you tried your hardest to keep the routine the same. You stared at the guy a little harder and scrutinized every move and comment he made intensely, but there wasn’t anything more unusual about him than normal.
While you worked, you kept thinking to yourself, what if I just asked?, but you shook your head, no that’s too weird. I can’t just ask the guy what’s up. What if you were being ridiculous? You decided you weren’t doing that. You weren’t gonna talk to the guy.
But the car?
While drying the Porsche, you leaned over the hood. The movement put your face closer to it than usual, but it didn’t look out of the ordinary, so your little conversation would go unnoticed if you did end up being wrong and were actually just whispering to metal. You spoke with a hushed intensity that nobody but your target would hear.
“I don’t know what the fuck is up with you, but I know it’s something, and I’d really appreciate it if you’d let me in on your little prank so I can stop thinking about it. Ok? We good?”
You could’ve sworn you felt the engine rumble, but it was so fast you weren’t sure. You stood back up and sighed, giving the hood a half hearted hit, “Good talk I guess.”
You were done and had to give the car back, but you were so agitated, you let one part of your routine slip.
“Here,” you said, tossing the keys to the man.
His eyes went wide as he reached out to grab them from falling, but you watched them phase right through his hands. You both looked down at the keys, and then slowly up at each other.
“Uh, this was-” he began stumbling through words before going quiet and staring at you like a guilty kid caught sticking their hand in the cookie jar, “It’s fine you can keep ‘em!” he swiftly sputtered out before the car door aggressively opened without being touched, and he half got into, half ghosted through the driver's seat before the door slammed shut and the car sped off, tires squeaking.
You were left looking down at the set of keys still sitting on the pavement, while all your coworkers stared at you.
“What in the actual hell just happened?” You whispered.
The rest of the day went by in a haze. You tried your best to explain what happened to your coworkers, leaving out the oddest parts and coming up with flimsy excuses that satisfied them enough to leave you alone. The sun was setting and soon you were the only one there closing up shop for the day. Locking the doors behind you, you slung your bag over your shoulder and started walking. To your surprise, and mild horror, you watched as that familiar Porsche turned the corner and slowly pulled up towards you.
You froze in place and gawked as the car came closer, moving like it was trying not to scare a frightened rabbit away. It stopped a few feet from you before the driver’s door swung open to reveal an empty interior.
You took in a deep breath and huffed. You weren’t going to accept a silent invitation, so you stubbornly waited to see what would happen next. It felt like at least two minutes passed with nothing but silence.
“You gonna get in or what?” you suddenly heard a familiar voice inquire, “‘Cus it’s getting cold and I ain’t waiting around all night,” the car seemed to speak.
You hesitated for a moment before getting into the car, softly trembling in fear and excitement. This might be the dumbest decision I’ve ever made, but I have to know. You thought as the door gently shut behind you. You moved to buckle your seatbelt, but it strapped you in before you had the chance, startling you into lifting your shoulders.
“Jesus, did you really have to do that?” you asked. “A little warning next time would be appreciated.” You weren’t sure where to direct your question until you saw the radio light up.
“Oh? Next time?’ the voice said smugly, “Somebody’s eager.”
“Yeah, eager to figure this shit out,” you rolled your eyes.
“Alright, alright, easy there Nancy Drew,” he said as you pulled out onto the street.
“So, you’re a possessed car or something, and the guy’s your ghost-demon thing?” you asked while crossing your arms, “Like some Ghost Rider situation?” You weren’t sure where you were supposed to put your hands in a self-driving monster car.
“Ha! Not gonna lie, that would be pretty cool, but no.”
“Ok, well this can’t be like top secret government technology. Right?” you paused, “Unless you stole it?” you quietly added, watching with suspicion as the steering wheel moved.
“Nah, nah,” he responded, “Good guesses though! Very creative.”
You realized you had been chewing on the inside of your mouth as you anxiously conversed with him, so you willed yourself to release some of the tension in your body.
“Sorry to disappoint, but I’m an alien from outer space or whatever you wanna call it.”
“They have cars in space?” you asked, mostly serious.
“They do when you’re a living robot,” he responded. You could almost hear the smile in his voice, “I don’t look like this all the time though. Usually I’m much more handsome.”
“So, the guy-”
“Yeah, ‘the guy’ is my holoform,” he said, as though you were supposed to know what  that meant, “Pretty great right? Picked it myself. But, like, it’s not real.”
You thought for a second before asking, “So you’re the car?”
“No. I mean, yes. Like it’s me physically, but I can be pretty much whatever, so the car part isn’t that important. It’s all me though.”
You gave the radio a quizzical look, as though that’s where he could see you from. His response made you believe maybe he could.
“Listen, I’ll just show you when we get to the garage. Ok?” It felt less like a question and more like a warning.
You started thinking about the logistics of his existence. I guess it makes sense for a car-thing to live in a garage. And sure, he must have to go to a car wash to get clean. It’s not like he’d fit in a shower. You smiled at the image of a car sitting in a bathtub. It’s still odd that he-
“Oh my GOD!” you shouted, coming to an uncomfortable realization, “I’ve been rubbing up on you for WEEKS! And you ASKED FOR ME BY NAME,” you winced.
“Now wait a second,” he started frantically talking, “You called me cute that first time I came in, ‘cus I was bored as hell having nothing to do all day, and I just-” he paused, “I don’t know. You look good or whatever, and-” he stopped, “Hold on.”
You pulled up to a garage door and it closed behind you. Once out of the car you stepped back to see the vehicle in its entirety. What are you supposed to talk to now?
Almost immediately the car began to shift and you watched in awe while sections of the vehicle began moving, pulling apart and coming back together in new shapes. It was over too soon to satisfy your curiosity, but the thought was pushed aside when a shining metallic face with bright, blue eyes smiled down at you before he continued talking as though nothing had happened, finally finishing his thought.
“So yeah, there’s that, but also listening to you hum to yourself while you work is very entertaining. You should do it more.” He gave a quick nod.
You didn’t know how long your mouth had been open, but you shook your head and closed it, blinking hard a few times to straighten your thoughts out. I guess that answers your question about where to look when you talk.
“This kinda makes it worse ya know?” you said, crossing your arms for a sense of comfort in the presence of this giant alien, but also because you were genuinely a bit frustrated with him.
“What worse?” He raised a brow.
“Don’t act stupid. You had me touching you for months,” you groaned, “I was just sitting in the car, in you, so you were touching my ass!” you narrowed your eyes before pointing up at him, “you get off on that don’t you?”
He paused, “I’m not sure you wanna know the answer to that.”
You scoffed, “So now I’m stuck in a garage with some alien who’s a- a - what?” you stuttered searching for an insult, “A human fucker?”
“Hey, I haven’t earned that title yet,” he said lightly, sitting down on the ground as best as he could to be closer to eye level with you.
“Yet? This could be considered sexual harassment you know.”
“Wouldn’t it only count if it’s unwanted?” he asked with a sly grin.
“Don’t look at me like that,” you spat back.
He put his hands up in mock defense, “I’m just sayin’, that look on your face makes me suspicious you’re havin’ a little more fun with this than you’d like to admit,” he shrugged and put his hands down, “But I’ll stop if you want me to. I’ll even apologize, no problem,” he said, giving a genuine smile.
You didn’t know what to say. You didn’t know if you even wanted to say anything. How many people end up with a creature like this hitting on them? You had been quiet a little too long and noticed he looked very satisfied with himself. Should you let him-
Change the subject change the subject change-
“What’s your name?” you blurted out, and he tilted his head.
“Mirage,” he said in a tone that seemed like he was trying way too hard to sound sexy.
“What kind of name is that?” You asked with a furrowed brow while moving to sit on a high bench in the garage.
“What kind of-” he scoffed, “I’ll impress you with it sometime,” he said, subtly leaning in your direction.
What is that even supposed to mean?
You studied the intricacies of his face while considering what to say next, and found yourself blushing when you made eye contact and quickly looked away in embarrassment.
He’s not pretty, and I shouldn’t be here, and-
“I’m impressed,” he commented, “Honestly, you’re taking this really well considering I’m your first introduction to space life outside of humanity,” he chuckled, “I am, right? You haven’t secretly encountered some little green dudes or anything?”
You couldn’t help but crack a smile at his joke, “I might just have to report you to Area 51 if you’re not careful.”
“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t, considering I don’t really like the idea of being scrapped for parts.”
“I don’t know,” you glanced up and down his mismatched form, “Looks like it wouldn’t be the first time.”
His face fell a little, but he responded with a fond tone, “Yeah, but it was for a good cause,” his signature smile was already back, “I just need a fresh coat of paint. What do you think of blue and silver? It’s kinda my thing.”
You found yourself coming to enjoy the banter between you as you spoke. He was just as talkative as he was in his holoform. And even though he felt like a stranger in this form at first, the giant creature smiling at you really was that same flamboyant guy you spoke to every week.
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You talked for what felt like hours, but you were too distracted asking questions and making quick jokes to check the clock. After a long fit of shared laughter, you turned back to look at him and you felt your stomach drop.
Uh oh.
You know that look. It starts in the eyes, then they glance down and back up before leaning in.
He just did it. He did the glance. He wasn’t joking was he?
You were waiting for the lean in, but it didn’t happen. You stayed put. The silence was suffocating apart from your shaky breath and what sounded like the whirr of fans coming from him.
Is he overheating? Is that like the equivalent of robot blushing?
Your thoughts were exposed by your quizzical look that he returned with a smile, but he still didn’t move. This staring contest was building to something, and you didn’t know if you’d give in when it got there, but you sure as hell were too stubborn to move first. If this jerk wanted the title of ‘human fucker’ he was going to have to say it.
Thankfully, it didn’t take long for him to cave.
“Can I-”
“Yes.”
And just like that he leaned in, lifting a hand to hover at your side. It wasn’t until you softly ran your thumb across his cheek that he let his own come to rest on your body. You felt a tension leave you as your lips met and you melted into the kiss. He was warmer than you thought he’d be. The movement of his hands, his mouth, felt so alive and pliable, something you didn’t think metal could do. It was surreal and unfamiliar, but very welcomed. He was gentle, knowing his own strength, and that softness started to fuel a warm affection in you.
He pulled back and gripped you a little harder, “Can I-” he paused, “Would you sit on my lap?”
You nodded and he lifted you up with a swift ease that scared you. He could crush you in an instant, yet he was handling you with immense care and precision. You settled onto his lap, sitting with your knees on his thighs. He took the opportunity to grab your ass, and you sat up to give him more access. It allowed you to put most of your weight on his hand instead of relying on the strength of your legs, something you were sure to appreciate tomorrow.
He was able to hold you steady and close enough to feel the thrum of your heartbeat against him. The sensation was odd, but he loved the constant reminder of your thrill for him. It only made him want you more. He sighed as you ran your hands down his neck making him tilt his head back. A sign urging you to continue. He’d felt your hands plenty of times, but not like this, never like this.
Your hands explored, touching places only human hands could reach, sending jolts through his body and driving him wild. When you leaned down to place a trail of wet kisses up his neck, he let out a low moan, giving up any suave restraint left in him.
He put a finger under your chin, lifting it to kiss you once again. This time more urgent, more sure. You let out a small moan at the intensity of it, prompting Mirage to grin through the kiss. You stopped but didn’t pull away.
“Don’t let it get to your ego,” you mumbled with affection.
“I don’t think that’s advice I can follow sweetheart,” he gave you a languid kiss before continuing, “At least not while you’re on top of me,” he whispered, “Or under me.”
“Fuck,” you hissed under your breath, barely loud enough for him to hear.
“Mmm, gladly,” he shifted under you causing you to grab his arm to steady yourself.
“Wait, really?” you asked, trying and failing to hide your excitement.
“What, you don’t want the title of ‘robo-fucker’?” he chuckled.
“Shut up,” you smiled, shoving his chest, “I just wasn’t sure if-” you trailed off.
“If?” he echoed.
He was hoping you’d finish your sentence, but you didn’t want to give him another victory. So you slid off his lap while he moved to stop you.
“Hey, hey, hey I was just messing with ya!”
You knew it, but you raised a brow anyway when you looked up at him.
“We’re compatible enough,” he answered your unspoken question, “I mean, come on, our chemistry is through the roof.” He winked at you.
God he was so cheesy and you loved it. His carefree attitude was contagious, pushing out your doubts and replacing them with laughter.
“We may not have been made for eachother, but I think we can manage.”
“Well then, show me how to manage.”
He scooped you back up into his lap and tugged on the bottom of your shirt.
“Gotta start by leveling the playing field,” he said while helping you pull your clothes off piece by piece. When he went to remove your underwear, you grabbed his hand to stop him, “Not yet?” he asked.
You hesitated, but seeing the affectionate concern in his glowing eyes gave you the reassurance you needed, “Well, I guess it’s only fair.” You grinned while taking them off yourself and throwing them to the side.
“Exactly. Now we’re even,” he gazed at you through hooded eyes. You were straddling his waist now watching him run his hands up your thighs. When he reached your hip, he left one hand there while the other slowly ran up and down your back, letting out a low  hum to himself, “I like this,” he said, looking at the way your flesh moved under his grip.
“I’m sure you do.” You grinned.
“No, no. Like, well, I don’t know,” he kept ghosting his fingers up and down your back while he thought, “The closeness, I guess. You feel so different.”
You had been absentmindedly imitating his movement, running your hand back and forth over his arm. You looked up into his eyes, “Are we close enough now?” you asked.
“No,” he fondly whispered in response.
“No,” you echoed, leaning in for a soft kiss.
He moved his hands so he could lift your body up towards his face, supporting your weight and letting you lean back, “You think maybe I could-”
You interrupted him while you maneuvered your legs over his shoulders. He looked into your eyes, eager for permission.
“You can just assume the answer is yes from now on, unless I tell you otherwise. Ok?”
“Sounds like a plan to me,” he replied with a satisfied smile before opening his mouth and giving your sex a slow lick.
His tongue was smooth like silicone and held the same low warmth the rest of his body did. He was sloppy at first, but soon figured out what rhythm brought sounds tumbling from your lips. You held two of his fingers that were wrapped around your waist, your grip tightening as your breathing became heavier. You heard a quiet hiss underneath you prompting you to glance down. You did a double take.
“Woah,” you whispered, distracted by what you saw between his legs.
“Hm?” He questioned, lazily looking up from his task.
You blushed, mildly embarrassed, “Is that your-”
“Spike?” He finished your sentence.
“Okay, yeah…” you trailed off before lifting one of your feet up and using it to gently push his face back, “Mind if I reciprocate?”
He lowered you to the ground, helping you steady yourself before he leaned back against the wall, spreading his legs wider to accommodate your body. Watching him so freely open up for you brought a small smile to your face as you knelt down.
You let out a soft hum after noticing a slit beneath his spike. It was a lighter gray in color with glowing blue markings.
Mirage raised a brow looking down at your confusion before the realization hit.
“Ohhh, that’s right. You guys don’t really have both, do you?”
You shook your head in response, “I’m assuming that also has a name I’m unfamiliar with?” you inquired.
He nodded his head, “Yeah, valve.”
“Hm,” you hummed in response, “and I can touch both?”
“Please do,” he crooned.
You ran your hand up his leg before letting it rest at the base of his spike. It felt like it was made of a similar smooth silicone material to his tongue, a translucent pale blue covering a harder, dark gray core. You were fascinated by the stripe of small, glowing blue dots running up the sides of it. Every part of him seemed to reflect his endearing flair for the dramatic. It was really, very pretty in a way.
You wrapped your hand around the base, drawing a moan from Mirage. There was about a two inch gap left between your thumb and middle finger, so you’d have to use two hands to encompass it fully. You gave a long lick to the underside, reaching the tip and giving it a wet kiss. There was absolutely no way much of it was going to fit in your mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind, giving little sounds of encouragement as you tried your best and used your hands to stroke the rest.
You pulled back, one hand giving lazy strokes to his spike while the other trailed down to his valve. You began exploring with tentative touches. Feeling how slick it was, you slowly slipped a finger inside, then two.
Mirage clenched his fist, “Primus, yes,” he sighed.
You kept going until you had four fingers slowly pumping in and out of him. Hearing him let out a long vent of air, you looked up to see his mouth open and eyes half closed. He reached out, placing a hand behind your head. He didn’t use any pressure to guide you, but you got the hint, leaning down to put your mouth on the tip of his spike.
“Fuck,” Mirage hissed, tilting his head back.
You started going faster, his hand resting against the back of your head, following its movement.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, baby, I-” He stuttered, trying to give you a warning a little too late.
You felt him shutter and contract around your fingers, before a liquid that tasted like licking batteries filled your mouth causing you to jerk back and spit. More hit your face and ran down your chest and his stomach.
“Oh shit, I’m so sorry!” He arched forward, eyes wide, with his hands hovering by you in  flustered movements.
You froze for a moment before letting out a laugh. Soon you couldn’t stop your giggling. His look of surprise faded as he joined your laughter. He found a clean rag on a table and handed it to you.
“Thanks,” you said, wiping the pink liquid from your face and chest.
You went to clean his stomach, but paused seeing he was still hard. You glanced up at him.
“Wanna go again?” you asked.
He nodded his head eagerly, before pulling you up against his chest. He nuzzled into your neck the best he could and you kissed his cheek. You found yourself grinding against the top of his leg as you kissed. You moved to put your legs on either side of him, hovering above before reaching down to swipe some pink left on him and using it as lube, guiding your fingers inside yourself. You noticed him staring with wide eyes.
“What?” you asked.
“Nothing, nothing, just,” he shook his head, “That was kinda hot.”
“Good,” you laughed, “Are you ok with me on top?”
“Oh,” he tilted his head, “You really want to try?”
“Yeah, I mean, none of my toys are quite that big, but I want to try.”
He smiled, “Whatever you want, I’m happy just being along for the ride,” he paused, “No pun intended.”
You playfully scoffed and rolled your eyes as he moved his hands to hold your hips. You looked up and he gave a little nod, prompting you to move your hand to his spike, guiding it to your entrance. The tip slipped in smoothly, but you began to feel a stretch and paused. Grasping his shoulders you took a deep breath, letting it out gradually as you slowly sunk down on him. He was close to bottoming out, so you spent time grinding against him until you eventually felt the metal of his hips against yours.
You let out a shuttered breath and he tilted to press his forehead against yours. You kept grinding slowly, and once you were ready, you lifted up and Mirage groaned. The reserved energy present in his self restraint was building as you sank down slowly, repeating the motions and savoring his moans. He bucked his hips once and you gasped.
“Please, please, please,” he begged in a whisper, his control failing.
“Ok,” you softly affirmed before you felt his hands pull you down onto him and his hips thrust up to meet yours.
His head rolled to the side as he groaned and you wrapped your arms around his neck, nuzzling your face against him. Each thrust had you gasping and letting out moans growing in intensity. He abandoned his grip on your hips and embraced you with both arms. There was no way you could be any physically closer, but that wouldn’t stop him from trying. His embrace was desperate and his pace was brutal. You couldn’t take it anymore. You called his name, a series of gasping moans filled the room as you came.
“Fuck,” he groaned, “Yes, baby, yes,” he praised, fucking you through your orgasm until you heard a sharp ‘ah’ and he stilled inside you, filling you with cum before moving with short, shallow thrusts until your heavy breathing slowed and his embrace softened.
Your head rested on his chest while his arms were lazily draped around you. Neither of you moved for a while, simply enjoying the afterglow. Eventually you shifted off of him, cum coating the inside of your thighs and the floor. He wouldn’t let a hand leave your body until you had walked too far for him to follow, picking up the rag and cleaning yourself off. He smiled sweetly as you moved to sit with him again.
“So, am I allowed back at the car wash?” he teased while moving his arm to make space for you to snuggle up against him.
“Fuck no!” you exclaimed, to his surprise and confusion, “No, I think I’d rather come here and give you the VIP treatment instead.”
“Sounds fancy,”
“Mm-hmm,” you nodded, “So on a scale from 1-10 how would you rate your service today?” you nudged his side, giggling.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I might need some more data.” He raised and lowered his brows and you smiled.
“So…” you trailed off and he patiently waited for you to continue, “No joking, you’d actually like, want to do this again?”
“Hell yeah! Dude, I’ve been into you for like, forever. You’re the one playing catch up here.” He pointed at you, “We can hang out, or get down, or whatever.”
Your eyes lit up, “For serious?” you asked.
“100% for serious,” he said, pulling you a little closer.
Working at a car wash just went from being ‘not the worst’ job to being ‘the absolute best’ job you’ve ever had and you were hopeful that luck would spill into the future. You closed your eyes and smiled at the thought. It’s hard to imagine what exactly comes next, but with him by your side you knew you’d face it with joy.
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Transformers ROTB
Fluffy Mirage x Reader
I have no more thoughts, there is only Mirage. I already posted a fic of him to my 18+ blog, but I love seeing this mech being a cute little nerd as well. Please enjoy this fic where reader wakes up at night for a drink and Mirage doesn't want to stop snuggling.
Fair warning there might be quite a lot of ROTB content incoming!
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Unexpected thirst woke you from your deep sleep rather quickly, thrusting your bleary mind into an environment it didn't immediately recognize. Panic had no time to set in before you realized you were in your garage, with a thoroughly demolished couch below you and a very affectionate bot snoozing away at your back. The two of you must have fallen asleep after turning off the TV...
Mirage made a small sound at your back before curling more tightly around you, pulling the arm he had under your middle close to secure your back snugly against his front as he murmured something snarky in his dreams. Smiling at the adorableness, you realized rather swiftly that getting up for a drink without waking the sleeping bot would be a challenge. You weren't being held especially tightly, but the soldier was a light sleeper, and the smushed couch remains beneath you were rather noisy when disturbed. Were you not so thirsty, you'd have just settled back into his arms and gone to sleep.
Deciding to try your luck, you began scootching your way downwards to try and ease out of the mech's grip, moving slowly so as not to brush any part of him along the way. Mirage continued to twitch as he dreamt, snoring lightly as you tenderly pushed his arm away from your middle. Once you got free and began inching away from the warm little nest the two of you had created, it occurred to you that the mech had probably pulled you close after you'd fallen asleep but before doing so himself, as the last thing you remembered was resting your eyes while sitting on his lap.
The affection stirred by that thought compelled you to turn around for a look at him recharging in all his adorableness, and you smiled before continuing your crawl. It would be delightful to return to his arms after facing this cold open air...
A loud creak from the smushed springs and wood beneath your knees made you freeze, heart skipping as you looked back in a rush.
Mirage awoke with a start, optics onlining with a few quick blinks before he focused on you and calmed considerably, alarm fading to sleepy confusion. "Babe?"
"I'm just going to get some water, be back in a second." you explained gently, moving in to plant a quick kiss on his forehelm. To your surprise, the speedster pulled you in without a word, hugging you back against his chassis as if you were a cat. Sputtering in surprise, you allowed yourself to be smushed with only moderate flailing, so accustomed to being handled you no longer felt too off put even when caught off guard.
"Nooooo, don't go..." he whined softly, playfully tightening his grip on you as if he never intended to let go. The sleepy antics were quite in character, and you only rolled your eyes as he nuzzled his helm against yours, mussing up your hair in the process. You accepted the affection for a few moments before trying to pull yourself away once more, throat protesting yet again for a drink.
"I'm only going to the kitchen." you reminded him, the door to the room in question quite literally within sight. In just the time he'd taken for these antics you could have been halfway done with your task, thanks largely to the tiny size of the adjoining house, but logic rarely kept Mirage from doing much of anything. In fairness, you'd have been happy to go back to sleep were you not still so thirsty. The lovable bot was very good at cuddling.
"Hmmm, fine..." he conceded with dramatic disappointment, releasing you before crossing his arms and pouting. As soon as you crawled away he upped the ante, wrapping his arms about himself and shivering pathetically and putting on the most over the top puppy optics you'd ever seen. "Brrrr, so cold... hope I don't freeze out here all alone."
"You'll survive until I get back." you promised with a roll of your eyes. Certain he was pouting at the back of your head the entire way, you quickly crossed the furbished garage and slipped into the dark house, using the ample moonlight to guide you through the dark kitchen. After grabbing a much needed glass of water and finishing it with a few greedy gulps, you hurried back to the garage, eyes slightly more adjusted to the dark by the time you opened the door. You doubted the entire affair took more than two minutes.
"Oh, Y/N, is that you? It's been so long..." Mirage said with mock weakness from the far side. Curled up in a pitiful position he'd obviously posed for maximum effect, the speedster shivered as if he'd been left abandoned for hours, the mock pain in his optics barely covering the mischevious delight in their depths.
"I was gone for five minutes." you reminded him with a yawn, wanting nothing more than to curl up in the flattened couch once more. It was surprisingly comfortable for something multiple bots had reduced to a pile of stuffing, but the mech you shared it with probably had a lot to do with that.
"Nearly enough time for me to freeze to death. Now get back here, I need my little space heater." Mirage said, abandoning his act to beckon you over.
"Letting that go because I'm so tired..." you promised, rubbing your eyes as you crawled back onto the couch remains. The mech eagerly assisted you, helping to bring your back against his front just as you'd been before whilst he snagged a spare blanket to lay over your shoulders. Being pulled in close allowed you to feel the subtle warmth that radiated from his own frame, as well as the tender hum of his spark and the gentle caress of his EM field brightening at your presence. When he looped his arm around your front once more, you happily hugged it close, and his demeanor softened all around you.
"Mmm, much better." he purred, curling about you as the both of you settled in once more. Loosely holding his hand, you snuggled against him and began to drift off once more, smiling as he murmured a final goodnight after thinking you were already asleep. "Sweet dreams, bunkmate."
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zeddimusprime · 10 months
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Elena: Cool exosuit, Noah, what’s it made out of?
Noah: Oh, actually it’s-
Mirage: It’s Boyfriend Material
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vodid · 10 months
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the smoke
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justanotherperson1 · 11 months
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I love the Bayverse and TFP crossover. I can imagine the looks of utter horror the TFP bots would have as Bay Optimus starts telling war stories and about all the faces he's ripped off. He completely ripped out Bay Shockwaves eye and spine tho-
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Please, no more war stories Peepaw…
Honestly, how wild would it be to see your basically Demigod be a psychopathic maniac? Everyone’s going, holy shit, but then Ratchet is like, “do you guys not remember what ours did after Raf got shot? He threw himself at Megatron, ready to tear his spark out in a bought of rage. That checks out.”
*insert awkward silence*
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t-annuki · 2 months
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old donnie commmission
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belyyvolks · 1 day
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💖Cool caption💖
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raisin-shell · 2 days
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And here I thought the Bayverse part of the fandom was dying 😥 Thank you for keeping it alive
Hmmmm I know it slowed down a bit but us Bayverse fans aren’t going anywhere. I think we’ve all just ran out of material since everything has been done honestly.
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pink-bandana-writes · 11 months
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The Secret Girlfriend
Raphael x Reader
Summary: When the boys save a human girl from some muggers, they expect her to scream, not rush into their brother’s arms.
Note: Watching OotS rn and this popped into my head. Enjoy <3
Warnings: Canon-typical violence
Word Count: 0.4k
Reader is: Female
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It was a seemingly ordinary night in New York City. Well, as normal as it could be for the guys when they were out on patrol. They swept the streets, looking for signs of trouble until, as usual, they found it. A scream erupted from one of the alleys and they sprung into action, jumping down from their spot on the rooftops.
A mugger. No, three of them and one helpless college girl, fighting them off as best as she could, which was to say, not very well.
“Hey! Why don’t’cha pick on someone yer own size?” Raph all but growled, causing the nearest of the muggers to back off, intimidated by his height and the depth of his voice alone. Leo, Donnie, and Mikey helped him scare off the other two easily, and when they were done, all that was left was you, the helpless, human girl.
Leo braced for impact. Any second, you’d catch sight of the monsters in the alley and scream. But instead of a scream, like the brothers were expecting, instead, recognition flashed across your features.
“Raph!” You sighed in relief, rushing into the arms of the towering turtle. You held onto him tight. “Oh my god.”
“(Y/N).” He cradled you against himself, a large hand stroking through your hair as he held you. “Ya alright? I didn’t realize it was you.”
“I’m okay.” You assured him, pulling away to look at his face. “Are you okay?”
He grinned, confident. “I’m bulletproof, babe. Of course I’m alright.”
“My very own Superman.” You murmured, hugging him again, face resting in the crook of his neck as your heartrate slowly returned to normal.
“Um…Raph?” Leo asked, clearing his throat. “Care to explain?”
“Oh right…” Raph chuckled, looking up at his brothers. “Guys, this is (Y/N). My girlfriend. (Y/N), these are my brothers.”
“Nice to meet you, finally.” You smiled, shy. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
“Raph, you…have a secret girlfriend?” Mikey asked. “No way!”
“Yeah, uh…I was gonna tell ya soon, I just…” He shrugged. “Needed the quiet for a bit.”
“Does Sensei know?” Leo asked, crossing his arms.
“Nah, but April does.” Raph shrugged.
“She’s really nice.” You added. “We get coffee sometimes.”
“You do?” Raph asked, looking down at you.
You nodded. “Mmhmm. We’re getting our nails done next week.”
Leo glanced around. “Hey we better get going.” He looked at you, still skeptical, but polite nonetheless. “You’re welcome to come with.”
“Can I?” You asked, looking up at Raph, stars sparkling in your eyes. “I’m…that was really scary. I’m kinda shaken up.”
“Yeah, of course, baby.” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead.
Leo’s eyes widened. Never in his life had he seen his big brute of a brother so gentle. So you had him whipped, whipped.
“We can order pizza! We’ve got a bunch of movies and video games.” Mikey smiled, his face welcoming. “It’ll be alright, girl.”
“Thank you.” You laughed, nodding. “I’d really like that.”
Tagged: @thelaundrybitch, @turtle-babe83, @dilucsflame33, @happymoonangel, @leleouwu
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Conducting some research, reblog for bigger sample size, and tell me who you voted for and why if you'd like
Propaganda welcome.
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dian-mian · 11 months
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I too would be nervous in a room full of optimuses that could absolutely crush my head
especially idw op
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