Luxafers-triak - Idk What I'm Doing Tbh

Every time I see a notification from tumblr and I see that it's you, it immediately makes my day so much better

Lux I'm going to cry.

I'm so glad that I make you happy every time I post.

"Well, for such a sight, it was worth feeding his delusions."

NAW WE WILL FIND A WAY TO MAKE IT HAPPEN🗣

you've mentioned pegging optimus until he's rambling about getting pregnant, but I NEED u to go more into detail about it. literally foaming at the mouth at the idea of almost taunting him "hmm, any deeper and I'll get you pregnant". him just losing it and begging to be sparked, so u fuck him until he's drooling and borderline incoherent, but still moaning about getting knocked up 😊

𝐢 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐦 ✧˖°

pegging tfp optimus would fix me actually

cw: valveplug, dom!top!reader, sub!bottom!optimus, pegging, l-bomb, breeding kink, reader uses a strap

word count: 750

He feels too much. Too intensely. Processor has long dismissed logic, replacing coherent thoughts with mindless, shapeless ones resembling tangled threads. Now, there is no responsibility; the stress of gnawing problems has been replaced by pure ecstasy. Feels it everywhere, even at the tips of his digits, which scrape at the berth in search of a nonexistent anchor. His pedes behave similarly. Thighs tremble from the overwhelming pleasure you so generously bestow upon him. He knows he is not making your task easier, but he cannot stop the quivering — proof of how thoroughly you have ruined him.

“You’re doing great, darling,” you praise him, even though Optimus is just laying beneath you looking pretty. This time, the pleasure is all his. “Keep it up, and perhaps we’ll truly end up with a child.”

At the mere mention of having offspring with you, his back arches, and his helm tilts back. Once again, he makes your work harder; feels it in the sudden change in rhythm deep within his valve. But he cannot help it. Besides, you quickly prove how perfectly harmonized you are by adapting to him. You move closer, pressing your hips more firmly against his. Your thighs meet his, smearing themselves with transfluid — a testament to the length of your shared indulgence.

“[Name], ah…” he tries to speak, but it does not come easily. Processor fails to align with his voice box. “Please…”

He cannot finish the sentence when you suddenly pick up speed, thrusting with full force into his poor, battered valve. It looks swollen and is utterly filled with blue fluid, which drips off your fake cock, but this poses no obstacle for Optimus. Despite the sweet torment, he does not want it to end. Not until he is certain that new life will be created within him, ignoring the absurdity and impossibility of it all.

“What’s the matter, darling?” you ask. Is it cruelty, or are you teasing innocently? He cannot tell, but he does not hold it against you. As long as you are inside him, you can do anything you want.

“[Name]…” he tries again. “Nhnn, I beg you… ah! Please, give me a sparkling! Hah, please! I want… I-I want to be sparked…”

Tears pool in the corners of his optics. You are also certain that the glistening substance around his mouth is his equivalent of saliva.

Holy shit. The great Optimus Prime reduced to a begging, drooling, mindless wreck. Thanks to you. The sight before you is entirely your doing. All it took was once mentioning the topic of children and pregnancy, casually letting it slip during the climax that you would love to have a child with him. As a fantasy, a byproduct of diving too deep into domspace. And he took the bait, completely enchanted by the idea of you knocking him up, even though he knows it is impossible.

Well, for such a sight, it was worth feeding his delusions.

“Since you are asking so nicely…” you murmur.

Your eyes meet, and at that moment, you grab the blue armor plates on his hips and push the silicone cock deeper until you are pressed tightly together. Optimus roars, overwhelmed by you, but he still seems to draw closer, craving more. He wants to become one, to unite in the most intimate way.

“I… I love you,” he mumbles. Your gazes cross again.

“Oh yes, I’m getting you pregnant, big boy.”

You move your hips again. This time faster, leaving no room for doubt about your intentions. You will break the laws of biology if you must.

He feels you relentlessly pumping his own transfluid back into him, as if to assure him you will fulfill his illusory wish.

“Ah, yes! T-thank you, thank you…” he whines. His back arches again, digits claw ferociously at the berth.

He does not know how much longer he can hold out before his body gives up entirely and he won't be able to move even his optics. But he wants to savor this. The fleeting moment, because he does not know when the next one will come. And your kindness, your willingness to tend to him and satisfy his warped, corporeal needs.

“I want… I want a sparkling, ah! with you,” he moans, lost in the subspace. “Give me one, nhnn [Name], I beg you!”

“I love you too,” you pant.

More transfluid spills from his valve, but Optimus gives you no sign to stop, still focused on his mission. Babbling nonsense about pregnancy and having offspring. Preferably several.

pregnancy is holy on cybertron which is why bots have to cover their pregnant bellies up. that's not something that can just be seen by anyone

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i just loooove me some mystery. you can tell a bot is pregnant when they start wearing robes around their belly. there doesn’t even have to be a bump yet. of course, by the end of the carriage the fabric is stretched out and around the belly, the curve very visible and very enticing.

Just saw a cybertruck out in the wild.

Worst day of my life😔

DAMN I hate it when people don't tag who is the top or the bottom of the fic because I was looking forward to reading this one fic then they went ahead and said that this guy was the bottom instead of the top.

LIKE PLEASE I NEED TO SPARE MYSELF THE PAIN WHILE I CAN AND IT ONLY TOOK ME ONE SENTENCE INTO THE SCENE TO REALIZE WHO WAS GOING TO BOTTOM

I WAS IN DISBELIEF AND IN AGONY CAUSE YOU COULDVE TAGGED IT WHILE YOU CAN???

We have talked about Skyfire eating Starscream out, but what if it's actually reversed?

Idk Skyfire just vibes as big bottom for me.

Starscream pulls away and his entire face is covered in lubricant

I'm gonna be honest rn. Bay optimus looks like he enjoys anal

me, as i force a dollar bill into the self-checkout machine: thats right…..good boy……vore president washington

Heyyyy so this has to be one of the first times that I asked someone smth and idk if you answered this question before but

What are your version of courtship in tf??

Sometimes I'd like to imagine that Iacon, despite often being depicted as one of the 'better' places, would have to fight the one they are courting to prove that they are able to defend the both of them in the future or smth like that

And in Kaon, they would take it fast bc they are often fighting or being portrayed as one of the worst places to be in. And that they would be sweet to each other, albeit a little bit [passive] aggressive, bc they are not treated good and want that in their relationship

Sorry if I'm rambling but I am curious tho

I never really thought of that. The fighting the one they want to court to make sure that they will be strong enough to protect them and any future children they may have is so cute.

But i'll add you one better.

courting gifts, and drinking innermost energon.

AWWWWWW

✧₊‧˚⁀➷Two Sparks✧₊‧˚

✧₊‧˚⁀➷One love ✧₊‧˚

For @sparkboundd ! Of his Oc Demeter and Optimus Prime (TF:LS) ♡ early Valentines day present ♡