cyberrose2001

[cyberrose2001]

Detailed Guide on Sending Letters to & Calling Your Senators

As I've been encouraging people to contact their senators to oppose KOSA, The Screen Act, and IODA, I've gathered that a lot of people would appreciate a comprehensive step by step guide on how to do these things. The unknown is anxiety inducing, and even if the actions are easy, it can still get overwhelming if you haven't done it before.

So instead of telling people to Google it, I just sat down and wrote an instructional guide on how to call and send letters to your senators. I even include how to gather supplies for letters and how to drop them off.

I hope someone finds this helpful and encouraging. I promise, once you start doing these things, it becomes a lot easier to do again the next time.

It goes over all these topics:

How to find your senator

What to put in a letter

The actual letters I sent to my senators

How to get supplies for a letter

How to address a letter

How to send a letter

A six step guide on calling your senator

How Can I find my Senator & Their Information?

Go to senate.gov and select “Contact Your Senators” under the “Senators” dropdown menu. Enter the state you live in and it will bring up your active senators.

NOTE: If in the future you want to write to your house representatives, you can type in your address on house.gov and it will bring up your representatives.

Their profile on the Senate website will have a “contact” button that will bring you to the senator’s website. Usually, at the bottom of the page or on a dedicated contact page they will have the addresses of all of their offices. You can select one close to you, or their office in Washington for your letter.

NOTE: If you want to email your senator as well, there are often contact forms on their websites where you can fill in your information and automatically send an email from there. No need to dig around for a specific address.

What Should My Letter Include?

Keep your letter to one page.

The goal is to get your opinion counted, not to write an entire persuasive essay.

Keep it to one issue per letter.

This helps staff better tally and record your opinion. It also means your letters take up more space and more of their resources, so if you’re really angry about multiple topics then that’s just a built in bonus.

Include your name, your city or zip code, and why you’re contacting them in the first paragraph of the letter.

Again, the goal is to have your opinion counted. Making it known that you’re their constituent and what your opinion is on the matter at hand at the start of your letter ensures it’s clearly communicated.

Identify the issue you’re writing about with the bill number and name.

Everything after is mostly fluff.

You can write about your reasoning for supporting or opposing a bill, include personal experiences that influence your view, or even request a response back. Some staffers might take note of these things, but others might not. I’m not saying it’s not worth doing, I took up the full page for my own letters, but if you don’t have anything fancy to say you don’t need to force yourself to write more because it’s not a requirement.

Letter Templates

In the next part of this post I have copy and pasted the letters I sent to my senators. I’ve left out my personal information and labeled what information should be changed to be relevant to you. They are formatted to be typed in a PDF and printed out.

I encourage you to write your own letters from scratch, as personalized letters can have more of an impact and it’s good practice for being able to independently articulate your own beliefs in a low pressure environment. While you can copy and paste my letters and send them to your own senator, I ask that you read through the letters fully and only send them if you agree with what I’ve written, as they are my own opinions and may differ from your own. Keep in mind, everything I wrote is from my perspective and is aimed at my Republican senators and what I think they’d respond best to.

SCREEN ACT

DATE

The Honorable SENATOR’S NAME

SENATOR’S OFFICE ADDRESS

Dear Senator LAST NAME,

My name is FULL NAME and I am writing to you from CITY, STATE. As your constituent, I urge you to oppose the S.737 - Shielding Children's Retinas from Egregious Exposure on the Net Act.

Children absolutely deserve to be protected from harm, but vast prohibitions and heightened surveillance of the entire population is never the solution, and has been shown to be ineffective in keeping children safe. In addition to this, it is a massive security nightmare waiting to happen.

Children are clever, and have been shown to use a variety of methods to circumvent even the most modern age verification technology, and while people claim this bill protects parental rights, it ignores parental responsibility to educate their children on online safety and to personally monitor and guide their interactions online. Not only is age verification technology ineffective in keeping children out, it risks limiting access to knowledge and freedom of speech for the masses. For instance, requiring age verification across the web would lead to many companies and organizations being unable to comply with regulations, forcing them to shut down as a result and taking whatever services, resources, and knowledge they provided for the public away with them.

Those concerns are before we even get to the fact this bill is a horrific data breach in the making, as businesses have historically failed to protect consumer data time and time again. Requiring adults to expose sensitive personal data to so many businesses and organizations exponentially increases the risk of incidents like identity theft and fraud, and in the worst cases can even risk the physical safety of the individuals exposed.

So once again, I urge you to oppose the Shielding Children's Retinas from Egregious Exposure on the Net Act, as it is ineffective and would do more harm than good for the public.

Sincerely,

SIGN IN PEN HERE

FULL NAME

YOUR ADDRESS

KOSA

DATE

The Honorable SENATOR’S NAME

SENATOR’S OFFICE ADDRESS

Dear Senator LAST NAME,

My name is FULL NAME and I am writing to you from CITY, STATE. As your constituent, I urge you to oppose the S.1748 - Kids Online Safety Act.

I WROTE ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE GROWING UP IN THE WILD WEST OF THE INTERNET AND HOW I UNDERSTAND HOW HARMFUL THE INTERNET CAN BE TO A CHILD. However, I believe this bill is an ineffective method of protecting children online, and it would restrict access to a wide variety of knowledge that may benefit children and adults alike, ultimately making the bill counterproductive.

Currently, the UK is enacting similar laws, and children are using a variety of methods to get around their restrictions, rendering them useless. It’s also pushing determined children to seek out less regulated sites and go deeper into the shadows of the internet where they are at an even higher risk of danger from online predators. Additionally, libraries of online information are being age restricted. Such information is not limited to depictions of sex, but has extended to censoring general knowledge along with a variety of resources that may actually help children in being able to identify the signs of abuse and seek support and safety. 

I truly believe education is one of the most powerful tools we have to arm our children with the ability to combat harm they may face. So I fear if we pass KOSA in America, the same things happening in the UK will happen to us and our children, failing to protect them while simultaneously stripping valuable resources from them.

So again, I urge you to oppose the Kids Online Safety Act, as it is not in the best interest of American children or the adults who care for them.

Sincerely,

SIGN IN PEN HERE

FULL NAME

YOUR ADDRESS

IODA

DATE

The Honorable SENATOR’S NAME

SENATOR’S OFFICE ADDRESS

Dear Senator LAST NAME,

My name is FULL NAME and I am writing to you from CITY, STATE. As your constituent, I urge you to oppose the S.1671 - Interstate Obscenity Definitions Act.

As you know, we already have definitions for obscenity. While some may find them too vague, the level of interpretation it provides is vital in allowing case by case assessments, and to prevent the government from abusing its power to censor freedom of speech.

Redefining obscenity as the bill intends could lead to far more harm than good. For example, this bill could be used to silence victims of sexual abuse from sharing their stories and warning others due to the graphic nature of their contents. It could also be used to restrict access to female healthcare information including resources on breastfeeding, since some people wrongfully consider the natural and necessary act of breastfeeding a child to be sexual.

I WROTE ABOUT MY EXPERIENCE AS AN ARTIST MAKING ART ABOUT MY TRAUMA AND HOW PUBLIC REACTIONS FROM POLITICIANS AGAINST ART THEY FIND DISTASTEFUL MAKES ME BELIEVE THEY WILL USE THIS TO CENSOR ARTISTS WHO HANDLE HEAVY TOPICS THAT AREN’T CONSIDERED PALATABLE.

1984 was a cautionary tale, not an instruction manual, so please, oppose IODA. Strike down this bill and any variation of it that may rear its ugly head again in the future, as people are putting faith in you to defend our freedoms.

Sincerely,

SIGN IN PEN HERE

FULL NAME

YOUR ADDRESS

How to Send a Letter

Supplies

Something to write on and an envelope to put it in.

You can get plain, standard sized envelopes at any office supply store, but places like Walmart, Target, drug stores, and most grocery stores should sell them as well near their section with school supplies/stationary/packing supplies. These standard envelopes easily fit 8.5 x 11 paper when folded into thirds horizontally. NOTE: You can absolutely send letters on postcards or greeting cards or whatever else you have on hand.

Stamps

Standard USPS stamps are currently 78 cents each. They never expire and you can send a standard rectangular letter anywhere in the U.S. with just one of them. Stamps are typically bought in “books” which contain 20 stamps. You can get them directly at the post office, but many grocery stores and drug stores sell them as well. NOTE: There’s lots of fun stamp designs you can buy at the post office or buy online at https://store.usps.com/store/stamps. There’s ones for square or irregular shaped letters, and additional postage increments for letters weighing over an ounce.

Addressing Your Letter

Your full name and address go in the top left corner.

Including this on letters sent to senators is recommended for several reasons. It shows that you really are their constituent and allows them to send a response back to you. NOTE: There have been incidents of letters containing deadly materials, like anthrax, being sent to political officials. So while I can’t definitively confirm this, I imagine if you don’t include your return address, it’s entirely possible your letter might get thrown out as a safety precaution.

The address you’re sending it to goes in the middle of the envelope.

When writing who it’s going to, include either “Senator” or “The Honorable” before the senator’s full name.

The stamp goes on the top right of the envelope.

NOTE: Some postcards have dedicated sections for where to put addresses and the stamp.

How to Send It

If you have a mailbox with a working mailbox flag, you can put your letter into the empty mailbox and raise the flag. This will notify the mailman that the letter inside is outgoing mail, and they’ll take it and get it sent out.

If you don’t have a mailbox with a flag, most apartment mailrooms, neighborhood mailbox groups, and office buildings will have a box or slot labeled “outgoing mail”. Just slide your letter in and you’re good to go.

Some places still have USPS blue letterboxes for dropping mail. They’re also called snorkel boxes, so occasionally you’ll see that on a sign pointing you towards the box.

You can always stop by your local USPS location. They’ll either have a mailbox outside for you to drop mail into, they’ll have a mail slot inside the building usually near the PO Boxes, or if all else fails you can hand it to the person working at the post office counter.

Step-By-Step Guide to Calling Your Senators

I KNOW phone calls are scary, but I promise calling your representatives are some of the easiest and fastest phone calls you’ll make. I’ve never had one over two minutes long and every staffer has been helpful and polite, even when I’m asking for my deeply Republican senator to oppose something I know they for sure agree with.

Go to your senator’s website and find their list of offices. Usually it’s either at the bottom of the webpage or in a dedicated tab. There you’ll find phone numbers for each of their offices in your state, and their office in Washington.

When you call during office hours, an office staff member will answer the phone. They’ll say something along the lines of “This is Senator [Last Name’s] office. How may I assist you?”.

NOTE: Some offices have voicemail boxes for after hours. Not all of them have it, and you won’t get confirmation from a person that your message has been noted, so I encourage you to call during office hours. But if you leave a voicemail, still include all the information present in the next steps.

Say hello! You can either give them your full name and zip code now, or you can do it later. But make sure you give that information to them before you hang up so that your input is documented.

Tell them what bill you’re calling about and tell them you want your senator to either oppose or support the bill.

That’s it! Say your goodbyes and hang up. The call is usually less than two minutes. You can give a brief sentence or two explaining your stance, but it’s not at all necessary. This is just for them to tally support or opposition to report back to the senator.

You’re all done! Wasn’t that so much easier than you thought? Go get yourself a treat as a reward. It helps with the after phone call anxiety crash.

[cyberrose2001]

I would like to request tfp! Optimus rescuing fem reader from Megatron's clutches! With some smut at the end with op <3

The Haven and Home

TFP Optimus x Reader

Holy shit, I may be just a little bit proud of this, but here's that Optimus fic I was talking about a few weeks ago. I hope you enjoy my love!! I hope you also appreciate the little bit of humor in this as well.

Warnings: Angst, Smut, Slight Gore (robotic and organic), Minor Injuries, P/V sex

Word Count: 4,033

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

Your knight in shining armour is late.

Held up with an almost death grip towards the monitor, you claw, scratch and nearly break your teeth on Megatron's servo. You're a piñata to him. A savage, wet-with-sweat piñata that fights back.

Only, there's no candy, just a pint-sized bag of meat flailing about in desperation as the servo squeezes you tighter around your abdomen.

"Kuh-" You wheeze, and you can almost feel your internal organs; a woosh of air escapes from your lungs.

He's really, really late.

"I grow tired, Doctor," Megatron growls, "Patience is not a virtue I possess. Where is Optimus?"

"Unfortunately, he's not here. But I have several guesses as to where. Would you like me to list them all? Perhaps, in ascending order of the most likely?"

Ratchet, you sarcastic son of a bitch. He's going to get you killed.

You hesitate to turn your head to witness the look of fury on your captor's face. The doc bot either has a plan, or he is batshit crazy to back-talk the mech who's mid-threatening to kill you.

Instead, he laughs. It's a deranged, maniacal laugh that makes you almost want to laugh with him, like when a crackhead tells you a joke as they twirl a pocket knife in their fingers. Hahaha, good one, Ratchet.

Megatron hoists himself from the throne chair at the last laugh; the jostling causes a dizzy spell, and you squeeze your eyes shut. You wonder if he'd let you go if you threw up on him.

With a smile full of teeth for show, he walks closer to where Ratchet's smug face is currently projected. The warlord thrusts you forward, and this time, you feel like you're actually going to throw up.

"I don't think you quite understand, Doctor, how close I am to returning Optimus' precious little pet to the primordial goo from which she came."

"He's not joking," You squeak out, breath caught in your throat as he clenches slightly in a teasing way. And as you attempt to suck in sweet, sweet oxygen, he clenches more, much like a snake smothering its prey.

That's all it takes for you to begin full panic mode. Everyone's about to witness what happens when you deprive a human of oxygen. Your head starts to throb with the pressure of your blood trying to escape from your eyeballs, a sight you're positive Ratchet would lose sleep over. If he ever does after this ordeal. It's wishful thinking as you start to thrash and claw in protest of your death.

"Don't even think about it." There's a slight hitch in Ratchet's vocaliser.

"Believe me, it's all I'm thinking about. Regardless of whether Optimus is here to witness or not, much pleasure will still be taken when I crush his beloved pet in front of yo-"

BANG. BANG BANG.

That better be who you think it is.

It's tricky to see when your eyes are full of pretty stars and dancing static.

"Lord Megatron!" You hear a disembodied voice, vocaliser ripped out probably, "I-It's Optimus! He's he-"

Steve, from what you could tell, has no time to finish his sentence as he explodes in a gruesome display by a calculated shot from behind, energon painting the floor. You open your eyes and squint through the static, and you wish you hadn't. Whatever is left of Steve flops forward with a ka-thunk, theatrically revealing your highly anticipated knight in shining armour like a curtain drop.

Your internal audience cheers, similar to when the star of the show finally arrives half an hour late to their gig. If you had the strength and oxygen left, you probably would scream and cheer in relief. And throw up.

Optimus keeps his gun drawn, the barrel glowing with the same ferocity as his optics, currently drilling holes into Megatron's. You might be seeing double at this point, but both Optimuses are heaving with unbridled rage, splattered in some poor bastard's energon. You have never seen him so angry, but he remains silent and still, which is arguably more intimidating than him immediately going ape shit on Megan's ass.

The reason is that his constricted optics have fallen onto you. Underneath the splatter of energon, his face pales. The sight of your progressively limp frame probably doing numbers on his poor spark and his processor, as your mech looks to be intensely calculating the fastest speed he could fire his gun before Megatron has a chance to squeeze you into a pulp.

Most definitely not fast enough.

"I suppose you won't be needing that list after all." You can almost hear the smirk in Ratchet's voice, but he's cut off as Megatron hangs up on him without breaking the deadly eye contact with Optimus.

"Megatron," Your noble knight addresses his opponent, Excalibur, in the form of supercharged alien weaponry, trained and at the ready. He strides forward, stepping over the aforementioned remains of Steve without a second thought, "It would be in your best interest to relinquish the human at once."

"Ah, and here I thought you'd never show. However, I knew it would only be a matter of time. She looks lovely, drained of her colour, don't you think?"

I like colours; you stupidly think as a plethora of rainbows sparkle your vision once again. Your hypoxic delusions are rudely interrupted by another clench of Megatron's servo, and you wince in pain.

Optimus takes a deep in-vent, sheathing his Excalibur, but not entirely. If there was any hope of saving you, it required suppressing all his urges to slash his helm off right then and there.

"What is it that you require of me, Megatron? That you would be so reckless with human life?"

"It's simple, really. You and your Autobots have been dormant for a while; I was starting to wonder if you had given up the fight. But you've been in hiding, replenishing your energy, perhaps. Or gathering intel? For so long? That did not sit well with me. So, I drew you out of your... hidey-hole, in simpler terms."

It's a standoff. Your knight flickers his optics from Megatron to you, almost reaching out to you at your whimpers, but stops himself. If he jumps him now, there's no getting you back. He lets his servo linger in the air. Megatron notices and curiously looks at you, then back at Optimus with a sly grin.

"When my troops caught the scent of your trail, I had initially thought you'd given up on hiding. However, that was far from the truth. This human, strolling around carelessly on this waste of a rock, had the stench of a Prime."

Can't a girl just get a latte?, you think to yourself, I could really go for a latte.

The silence that filled the room was so profound that you could hear a pin drop if you listened hard enough. You don't care enough to make an effort to, nor care that the Decepticons are now well aware of an intimate relationship you share with their rival. You need to breathe, for Christ's sake.

"Your desperation for humanity's protection and survival has always been your forefront. But tell me, Optimus, is your desperation a means to blanket your true desire for the native species?"

He's got Optimus right where he wants him; he's stepped right into the snare that is yet to snap. A whirlwind of thoughts runs through his processor. The small fear he had once conjured in his mind has turned into his worst nightmare.

All because he fell in love.

Optimus takes one last look at you, chassis heaving uncontrollably. He prepares himself for what could be the final stand of the war. At this point, it's fruitless to exchange hard-hitting words. Your expressionless face is all he can focus on. He charges forward, unsheathing his blade at the very last second with a broken war cry.

"You... know nothing of me, Megatron!"

-

"She's fine," Ratchet flicks his optics from his vital sign interface to you, then to Optimus, a seldom look on the medic's face, "No significant injuries, only some superficial bruising. I'm quite surprised, honestly, that that's all she sustained."

Optimus holds your hand as you sit on his berth, far too large for you, but what else is new. Not wanting you to be bombarded by the kids upon your return, both mechs had decided the best place for you to rest was in your shared berthroom.

You remember what had happened to you. The sudden kidnapping, the shocking feeling of your internal organs bruising. Optimus, coming for you at last. You don't remember much of the rest; the last thing you recall is something about lattes. Weird. You don't even like lattes.

"Your progression in human medical knowledge has been a welcome relief. Thank you, old friend."

"We... should all be thankful. She's quite resilient," Ratchet backs towards the door, looking back empathetically, "Get some rest, both of you."

He leaves, closing the door behind him. Silence finally fills the room, and you're unsure if it's a good or bad thing. You fidget in place, ignoring the ache of your bruising, the hand holding his beginning to sweat.

"Y/n, I-"

"You don't have to say anything or apologise, Optimus. It was my fault. I was careless, a bit cocky, thinking that you'd- that I'd be-"

You don't know what you're trying to say. If anything, you didn't want Optimus to blame himself, which you were ninety-nine per cent positive he was. Any words that leave your mouth now are scraping the bottom of the barrel for excuses and explanations for your kidnapping for the sake of his mental health. But, at the end of the day, this entire relationship is the reason why. There's no denying it. You're the weak link.

But you're scared to admit it.

You look up to those optics. Those brilliant blue oceans you could get lost in. They're focused yet soft. He can see through you. He understands the point you're trying to make because it was one of his worst fears.

"Careless? You are... quite the opposite. Carelessness is allowing Megatron to live after all this time, that I know for sure is true. To prey on you as a means to get to me whilst you were... living your life is something that will never happen again."

His words flow over you like a river over the stone as he squeezes your hand, and you look down. So similar, yet vastly different. It's a wonder that he would ever consider you as a partner, not just for the physical differences but also for the capabilities. You feel helpless sometimes, and today was the cherry on top of the cake. Who is to say that this was the end of it? His enemies know now, and you have a feeling, a fear, that if you were to stay, neither of you would be safe.

But you don't want to leave him either.

"Optimus," You take a shaky breath, squeezing him back, "What if... what if you can't next time. Save me, I mean. What if this was just the beginning?"

The mech tightens its grip on your hand. That was something he probably hadn't thought of, and you immediately feel awful for suggesting such. Still, it's a valid question that would've played on your mind if you hadn't asked.

"It... It is a possibility."

"What if you're not around next time? O-Or worse, they actually succeed in killing you," You place your other hand atop his, and you can't help the tears that well in your eyes, "I couldn't live with myself if you die because of me. I don't want to be the reason. I don't want to be the weak link that brings you down."

"You think too highly of me, Y/n-"

"You're practically a God. And I'm the sin. You're an immovable object of sheer godliness and power, yet I'm your sin. I can't fend for myself like you can. My weakness is yours. A-And, I can't compare to you."

Optimus stays silent for a moment, perhaps in slight awe of the sudden word vomit. You're unsure, but you can hear the soft whirs of his processor as he thinks. You half expect him to agree, to finally say that it's far too dangerous to continue the relationship. But you're surprised when he gently tilts your chin and presses a kiss to your lips.

"You faced Megatron bravely, and I admire your courage." He starts after he parts, his face mere inches from yours, "I may hold the title of a Prime, but the title of heavenliness and glory belongs to you. For if I am a Godly, then... my heaven and home is within you."

Your words are quite literally stolen from you as Optimus presses forward to kiss you once again. You're at a loss for how to respond to such a compliment. There's nothing you could say to counter his. After all he does for you, he's still here. Despite all the obstacles thrown at you both, he still loves you. That's more than enough for your tears to fall off the edge, moving your hands to cup his helm to deepen the kiss. The only way you could ever return the compliment of the century, you believe, is by physical appreciation.

Optimus lays you down as gently as a piece of stained glass, and like artwork, he admires you. Slowly, ever so gently, he slots himself between your legs and nudges them apart. His optics trace your face down to the quickening pace of the flesh over your heart, your still beating heart. He starts there, pressing a soft kiss over it. It's a sweet gesture that sends butterflies to your stomach as he trails up your neck. He hums into your skin, resting his dermas momentarily over your pulse, inhaling your scent, a deep whiff of your essence. It excites him.

He parts his dermas, pressing his glossa against you before he gently sucks. You breathe a soft sigh and allow your head to tilt just for him. Optimus hums again at the appreciation and continues his assault. You feel a cold servo dip under your shirt, slowly trailing up to cup your breast, sending a wave of goosebumps through you. You decide to finish the job and pull your shirt off, taking your bra off with it, with only some difficulty from your aching ribs.

Optimus watches as you toss your garments to the side, optics dropping down to your bare body. He regards your superficial injuries, delicately trailing his servo across your bruising. You can see the sadness and resentment in his optics, and it hurts your heart.

"Hey, look at me," You say, reaching up to cup his face. His attention is redirected to your eyes, and he leans against the palm of your hand. "Not that, me. I'm alright, Optimus."

He sighs softly, closing his optics momentarily, "As you wish, my love."

After the successful redirection, Optimus' servos find your breasts once again, now bare just for him. He cups them, rubbing the nubs with a thumb as he paws and squeezes them. He's entirely focused on the way they spill between his digits, and he leans down to nuzzle against your neck.

"If Megatron was right about one thing, it is that I possess a profound need for your softness. I am... undoubtedly corrupted by you."

He politely attacks one of your nipples with a soft growl, applying gentle suction that makes your thighs clench. Placing a hand on his helm, you let him indulge you, fingers softly teasing the kibble that has him moaning into your flesh. He flicks and nibbles before relinquishing it, a string of lubricant following his glossa, and makes a beeline for the other breast.

"Optimus..."

"Mmm."

He pulls off your breast with a pop, pressing a chaste kiss to the reddened nipple. His dermas find your lips again in a passionate collision, glossa pressing past your teeth to dance with your tongue, and you moan into him. His kisses are demanding yet so utterly gentle, making your head spin and your core throb with the aching need for him.

Optimus hums against you and deepens the kiss more. His in-vents start becoming louder the more aggressive the makeout gets, his frame warming up a few degrees, where you can feel the heat radiating off him. You feel his servo trailing down your side before it slips past the waistband of your pants.

"Oh god, Optimus-" You whine into his intake as he cups your pussy, running his digits through like you were the softest petals of a rose, "Please..."

He hears you, and your pleas lead a digit to your clit, rubbing slow circles into you, all while lidded optics gaze fondly into your eyes. It causes an open-mouth gasp to leave you, to which Optimus softly chuckles.

"So gratifyingly warm, I would rather not keep you waiting much longer," He retracts his servo, slick with your arousal, and tugs your pants off. In truth, he can't bear to tease himself with the inviting warmth any longer than he already has. "You've had a stressful day."

"We've both had a stressful day," You swallow, chest heaving up and down from your increasing heart rate, "Just fuck me."

"As she commands."

Optimus sits back on his haunches, smoothing his servos over your inner thighs to part them. He groans at the sight, taking the time to part your folds with his thumbs. Hardly an indignifying sight to him, nor to you. He always takes the time to appreciate your raw beauty, even when you don't think you have any. Even when you're all battered and bruised.

"Just a moment." He breathes out. He lets his spike pressurise, slotting itself almost perfectly against your clit. He takes hold and runs it through your folds.

While he's lubricating himself with your slick, it's your turn to admire your well-set mech. Your thighs draped over his strong ones. The plating that creates his Adonis belt, the way it curves and leads your eyes to his robust torso that casts its shadow over you. And once again, it surprises you every time that this vivacious, absolute piece of eye candy chose you.

"Holy fuck, how'd I get so blessed?"

"I should be asking that question, sweetspark."

As soon as you realise that that wasn't as under your breath as you thought, Optimus presses his spike past your folds, and you're immediately gripping the berth.

"Or rather, how was such a pristine being like you perfectly crafted solely for taking my spike?"

Oh hell. That shot straight to your core, the fluttery sensation followed soon after by Optimus plunging deep into you. A surprised cry tries to escape from your lips, but falls flat as Optimus gently silences you with his own.

He's careful, calculated even. His servos slide underneath to grip your ass as he settles into a firm rhythm, most definitely to avoid the colourful patches scattered along your abdomen. He usually loves hanging onto your sides for dear life, and you're relieved he didn't, but not because of the pain. Having his servos cupping and pawing your ass is giving him leverage to pull you against him. It makes his spike grind against that sweet spot so beautifully that tears start to prick in your eyes, for the second time tonight, but for all the right reasons.

"Oh, pfuck-" You mumble against his dermas, and Optimus makes way for your little noises, pressing a kiss to your jawline sweetly.

He's got you all tucked up against him, careful not to press too hard, but enough to feel like you're suffocating in his adoration and love. His face is pressed against your neck, panting and grunting into your skin. You know he's holding back every morsel of strength to not plough you into the berth like he tends to do. His hips rut into you with restraint, never entirely pulling out of you for even a second.

"My love- I... mhhm..." Optimus messily nips at your neck, "You feel... divine..."

The charge is building, deep knots building up in the pits of your stomach with every deep drive he gives you. The aching pains in your sides are becoming dull, and you almost forget you're injured in the first place. Sexual healing is real, and it's right here in this berth.

"D-Don't stop, please-" You beg, finding the strength to wrap your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. He still reeks of oil and soot from the fight, but you don't care; if anything, it drives you wild.

Optimus groans into you at your desperation and gains more confidence in his thrusts, "Primus... how could I stop?" He readjusts his servos, snaking them over your hips this time, and presses himself more into you. His strong forearms continue forcing your hips into him, in time with his own. He sweetly nuzzles your head, completely and utterly lost in you.

The pain now long gone, your entire body bubbles with pleasure. It's almost as if it were a complete reset on the day. Why were you injured? You're too blissed and fucked out to care; his thick spike massaging your insides puts you in a mind-numbing state. The tears that had started to well have since rolled down your cheeks.

"Love you... so much..." Optimus slams into you, dermas finding the soft skin of your neck, "Call my name, please..."

"Optimus!-" Your voice is hoarse, but you don't falter. His beautiful, divine name crosses your lips like a prayer. Your hips roll to meet his thrusts, and prayer turns to an anthem.

With one last whimpering moan, Optimus drives into you hard, and you squeeze your thighs tighter around him with a weak cry as you both succumb to the pleasure. He presses his hips impossibly close to yours and overloads deep inside your pussy, spike pulsing as it spurts out all of his love for you.

Both of you remain still for a moment, catching breaths and letting off steam. Optimus' hip doesn't move an inch, remaining perfectly slotted inside you. You don't mind in the slightest, content with just basking in the afterglow. A shaky hand finds his helm, caressing it with your fingertips as a wordless 'thank you'.

A small, sudden sob alarms you. The fog of your mind had started to lift, and you were certain it didn't come from you. You tuck your chin to look down at him, faceplate still buried in your neck, moistened by what you assume are his tears.

"Optimus?" Your hand moves to press against the side of his helm, tilting it, "Baby, are you alright?"

He keeps his optics closed, only leaning into your touch. The sight is not entirely what you were expecting after lovemaking, but it's heartwrenching nonetheless. Rarely do you ever see Optimus cry, and now that you think about it, this may just be the very first time.

Today has been full of surprises, having probably witnessed almost every emotion Optimus possesses.

"I am... fine," He begins, "Just... mollified. I was... abysmally frightened that I was to lose you today..."

"Optimus, we talked about this, remember?" You caress his cheek, wiping lubricant away tenderly, "Or did you short-circuit so hard your processor had a reset?"

He chuckles at that, and a soft smile graces his lips, "How amusing of you, my love." A small falter, a quiet realisation, "I... did not hurt you further... did I?"

"No, not a chance." Even if he had, even just the slightest bit, you wouldn't dare tell him, "Like I said, I'm alright, Optimus."

A soft sigh leaves him, and he rests his helm against your breasts, "Alright."

"Don't get too comfortable there," you say, noticing you're still intertwined, and the smell of heavy diesel has returned tenfold, "I think we're both in need of a shower."

A small groan vibrates you as he flutters his optics in displeasure.

"Don't worry, my boobs will still be here once we get back."

[cyberrose2001]

That one fanfic I read where Optimus meets reader via running her over:

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEE

driving my alt modeeee right after a cubeeee, hey that bump is shaped like my museeee

[cyberrose2001]

bbites you

you... biting me??? a poor writer with writers block??

don't bite the hand that fingers you or something idk how it goes

[cyberrose2001]

Hey'a how are you? Been long ago on your page. Suffering from period is getting me all lazy and literally angry, while my mom is trying to get my aft on the shops with her for hours (it's just second day oml).

Wonder how would Optimus and Ratchet react to reader suddenly having period on base.

the dreaded time of the month.... i get you anon, my last two periods made me so irritable, hope you feel better soon <3

Optimus would first notice the vast energy shift and the overall atmosphere around you. He would watch as you immediately stand from the couch and half walk, half gallop strangely to the restrooms. Quite unusual. It wasn't until you had left the room that a wall of hormones almost slapped him in the face. Unidentifiable to him, sure, but the strong metallic scent was unmistakable.

He'd wait patiently, hovering around the restroom awkwardly. Digits tapping on the rails and shuffling his pedes. When you eventually emerge, he feels a need to apologise as he watches you nearly jump out of your skin. He asks if everything is alright, wondering what caused your sudden departure from the common area.

Optimus listens with curiosity and fascination, long since having picked you up to hold you in his palm. Though this period -or menstruation, as you so eloquently put it- doesn't sound pleasant, it broadens his understanding of humans, and how resiliant they truly are.

He asks if he could provide anything, a solemn look as he witnesses a 'cramp' first-hand, and was surprised when you waved him off. Well, he just cannot bear to see you in such pain and, despite your insistence, fully intends to provide you with as much TLC as possible.

"Please, accompany me while I work. Perhaps you could.. nap.. on my shoulder, it is the least I could do."

Despite fully knowing how inherently bizarre human biology is, Ratchet is still caught off guard by the metallic... organic scent filling out his olfactory sensors. Spending quite a lot of his time near the common area, he is, albeit against his will, acutely aware of your everyday bodily functions and fluctuations. But you've been here less than a month, not nearly enough time to become aware of your menstrual cycles.

Yes, he knows. But you don't. There you are, sitting perched up on his shoulder, and you have no clue that your uterus has begun to expel its contents. And yes, he accidentally stumbled upon some research papers on the internet. And in combination with Cybertronians having heightened senses, he knows precisely what's happening to you.

Unsure how to approach the topic, he taps your knee to get your attention. Half asleep you were, that's why you weren't aware. Ratchet then, as delicately as he can put it, informs you that your reproductive biology is having a meltdown, so to speak.

An immediate reaction erupts from you as you... probably realise, and beg to be put down. He watches as you bolt to the bathroom, toiletry bag swiped from the couch.

Ratchet had widened his optics, not expecting that reaction. Is it not normal? Why would you be in distress? Despite this, he retains some worry for you. He read that menstruation can be painful at times, and while you didn't look like you were in pain, he decided to nip it in the bud and searched for those tiny little pain tablets and a glass of water. He waits for your return, and pushes these into your hands.

"Spare me the details, just take these. You'll thank me for it. And once you're done, come join me on my shoulder again. I heard that warmth helps quite a bit."

[cyberrose2001]

writing while afking at my mob farm in minecraft, this is the way

[cyberrose2001]

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[cyberrose2001]

What's up, how ya doin'? Been sick as a dog recently with stomach bug. Couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, just constant nausea and suffering. Optimus and Ratchet would be mourning me.

ayyy gothic, i'm sorry to hear that! i hope you feel a bit better now, stomach bugs are genuinely the worst

those two especially would've been very concerned, but since they hardly recharge themselves, they would've been happy to keep you close and watch over you during the night. anything you need, whether that be water, antiemetics (courtesy of june), or even just a bucket to heave into, they'll provide what they can to keep you comfortable

just... bring the bucket with you when curled up in one of their servos... cough ratchet cough...

[cyberrose2001]

Ratchet doesn’t want a pet (he does)

I was reading some amazing fics from @fiber-optic-alligator about drift and ratchet with their human🥹🧡

( i love first contact au sm )

[cyberrose2001]

[cyberrose2001]

Rah

Ratchet having a tiny fetish for squishy things

honestly yes,, especially after he gets with you

his servos are so sensitive from his many years of practising. he absolutely would get aroused at the soft, squishy textures earth has to offer

omg imagine gifting him one of those squishy stress balls... aside from your exquisite body, that thing would constantly be in his hands as he works, reminds him of boobies i guess

basically, he would play with it and be like "I should call them..."

[cyberrose2001]

dawg i was interfacing with Ratchet in my dream last night what the sigma 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

how good was it, tell us the details

[cyberrose2001]

When I see your fanfics I bust (why does she keeps staring at me I'm scared)

idk man but i think you're prey

just look at those mittens.... deadly

[cyberrose2001]

wanted to share this gorgeous sunrise this morning at watagans national park

[cyberrose2001]

so sorry i haven't been around a lot, thought i'd give just a lil bit of explanation (and vent just a teensy little bit)

my parents took the caravan and are venturing around australia until like,, mid august, and they've already been gone for 2 weeks. sooo, this leaves me home alone with my 25 y/o brother

in the nicest way possible, he's lazy. so far, it's been me doing 95% of the chores. dont know how many times i've asked him for help, but his excuse is always "work"... bro, i gotta work too??? and he cant use that as an excuse because he's also constantly playing video games soooo. theres lots of other things i could ramble about but i'll leave it at that

i feel a bit whiny for complaining but man, im already burning out. i've been conking out at 8pm the nights im not working, im so so tired

so yeah, im hoping to pump out that optimus fic soon, i promise its coming and i havent abandoned writing

love yalllll

[cyberrose2001]

I don't control the hyperfixation. it controls me unfortunately

[cyberrose2001]

I think the reader should spread their human pussy open for bots - feeling utterly embarrassed as they show off the goods

Human valves may not have any biolights (and most of them are pretty similar compared to bot ones) - but there's so very soft and cute - absolutely divine against a spike

(Bonus: Megatron managing to persuade his tiny mate into showing off their pussy, only for him to reach down and rub his far-too-large digit against their entrance. Or hold them in his servo as he runs his glossa over their little valve)