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choices, 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓

summary. just a quick shortie where ratchet gets tired of you not listening to him.

warnings.there’s a little bit of smut?, just some touching (f receiving), fem human reader, reader has vagina, bayverse or prime ratchet it’s not specified

authors note. not doing a part two, but maybe i’ll do a different plot with the same idea. sorry for any mistakes.

“R-Ratchet, please-” You try to say, but you’re only cut off by your own throat betraying you as it lets out a loud whimper.

“What have I told you about messing with things you’re not supposed to?” Ratchet grumbles, the tip of his digit hovering over the softness of your clit.

His eyes reach yours, waiting for an answer, but as he expected, he receives nothing but your stubbornness. Your hips roll all on their own, desperate to feel more of Ratchet’s touch; but your attempts are useless. No matter how much you raise your hips, or whine, or beg, Ratchet keeps his digit where he wants it. But, it was your own doing that resulted such actions.

“I’ve explicitly told you, time and time again, to stay away from most of the things in my lab; and yet you still disobey.” Ratchet explains leisurely, taking his time with his words, carrying them on just like he’s doing with his digit against your stiff nub. It made him sound condescending, which had you blooming with irritation and arousal.

“Now, I’m going to give you a chance to finally make a smart choice. Will you listen? Or continue to be a spoiled brat?” The medic asks, his finger coming to a complete stop to ensure you that he will not continue until you give him the answer he’s looking for.

You don’t know what set you off; him implying that your past decisions were stupid when they very much were not (to you, at least), or calling you a spoiled brat (which you wouldn’t admit had sent tingles up your spine), but before you could comprehend an actual rational decision, your sharp tongue slips on it’s own.

“Fuck you.” You spat.

Ratchet growls before flipping your body over, your tummy landing against the cold steel of one of his lab tables while he places his hands underneath your hips to raise your ass in the air. Though his body was mass displaced to fit against your own, he was still much larger than that of a human. His shadow casted over your arched body, making you writhe in excitement.

“You always have to make things harder than it needs to be.” He huffs, but a deep chuckle escapes not long after.

“But I would be lying if I said I didn’t like it.”

— 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

Tfp Megatron and Optimus w cybertronian crush who's nervous n fidgety around them and when they ask reader why it's actually cause they have a size kink

Nsfw please

i was writing these then had NO IDEA how to end them so if its abrupt i apologize. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: NSFW, GN Bot reader

Megatron:

Of course you would have the taste to find his frame to be satisfying, his loyal Decepticon soldier. Truly, the only reason the title of second in command goes to Starscream rather than you, is for the sake of your own safety. There is not a single spark more worthy of being by his side. But why waste yours in meaningless battles when that treacherous seeker will fill the spot and leave you unharmed.

Megatron is sure of himself when these thoughts surrounding you cross his mind, it’s hard not to be certain of how far he would go to protect you when you are so lovely taking his spike beneath him.

Any words you attempt to utter are rendered merely broken whines on the warlord’s audials, only the sounds accompanying them being his own grunts and the sound of his spike sinking into your valve.

Your optics are half lidded, mouth agape in a beautifully blissed out expression that has him fighting a grin with gritted teeth. He has half the mind to bear down over you, press his chassis over yours to bring his spark as close as possible to yours as he can. To hold you down and show you what unimaginable strength a frame like his holds, but you seem to be enjoying things as they are and with the current position, he can watch your heat envelope his spike as you greedily buck your hips.

Optimus:

There is no room for lies when his optics meet yours, and that’s what has him sheepishly admitting to himself that he also finds his relatively large size pleasing. 

Something about the way your smaller frame drives him to swear to destroy all that threatens your happiness, something about the way he can pick you up by your hips and bring you into him easily during private moments like these leave the Prime invigorated. 

Nothing in this universe could touch the pure unadulterated hunger he has for you as he pushes your back to the wall, your pedes secured around his hips. Not the voice that reminds him of his duties, not the one calling him to be gentle, he knows that’s not what you want anyways. 

Even if he could not read between the lines of your previous nervous behaviors, he would have noticed by now. 

The size of his spike against your open interface has you groaning, your dainty servos digging into his chassis, begging him to do something about the indescribable heat between the two of you. 

He relents, pressing his spike into you with one languid movement. The warmth from before rages into an unstoppable fire within his chassis, the feeling of your valve tight on his spike enough to force him to push the servo not holding you up to bear his weight against the wall. The room is filled with your admittedly alluring whining invents as you accommodate his size. Optimus waits, enraptured enough to feed his patience for eternity as long as he could watch your face through it all.

(please reblog this only so I can reach as many people as I can to get more answers)