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Chitchat voice claims ! They actually have multiple voices they cycle through that range from masculine, feminine, androgynous, etc ! Sometimes they just wanna switch it up, yknow ! In general, their tone is pretty assertive

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Always the writer, never the reader.

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Swoop started training as a medic after taking a keen interest in Ratchet’s work. Grimlock, on the other hand, gravitated toward engineering like Wheeljack (though his specialty leans more toward breaking things apart and then putting them back together again). Both creators have different teaching techniques.

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Starscream wip I dont see myself finishing

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You know what other bots would love that humans were soft? Any of the warframes. The big boys like Fort Max or Ultra Magnus. Humans are so small and soft, fragile things that need their protection even more than the bots they usually protect. Idk what it is, but just, big bots fighting the instinct to take care of these little organics is making me feral.

Those two absolutely would! Humans getting assigned to assist the big mechs and discovering the hard way that what they’re doing translates as flirting/ conjunx behavior

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Fort Max x Reader

• Optics half shuttered as those hands slowly and methodically wash his plating, careful to dip into seams to make him shiver, his head turns to watch you move around him. Leaning your soft body against him when you can’t quite reach and he rumbles softly. Stretched out on his front, he feels you nudge the toe of your foot covering into a seam in his plating and you’re hauling yourself up, warm body pressed against him to reach higher. Knows you’re not doing it on purpose, but you’re driving him crazy, throwing his instincts off kilter.

• Hopping down, you turn and gasp as servos gently close on you, your feet leaving the ground and you startle when Fort Max brushes a big servo against your throat and cheek. And his engine is rumbling loudly as he brings you closer as if examining you. Getting handled by curious Cybertronians nothing new since your job on the maintenance crew requires you to sometimes climb all over the giant mechs to wash in hard to reach places. “Everything okay, sir?”

• Shuddering at the unexpected sound of your voice, he can feel your weak field prickling against him. Never really paid much attention to the humans scurrying about, but he’s been watching you. Hard not to when you’re always touching him, rubbing against him. Your scent lingering on his plating after you tend to him making him feel so possessive of you. And you’re so small, fragile and soft. You need protecting. Need him. Head lowering, he vents against you and you splay a little hand on his cheek. “Sir?!” Your voice pitches higher, sounding alarmed as he nuzzles against your softness.

• What’s he doing? Servos pressing against your thighs and belly as if curious about the way your flesh gives and you flush. Knowing your little walkie talkie is clipped to your bag out of reach across the room as his cheek brushes against you, the sound of his engine settling into almost a purr of noise. What would you even say if you did call in? That your assigned bot got a little handsy? “Can you put me down? Please?” You whimper, feeling his lips brush your stomach through your clothes. What if someone walks over and sees him doing this to you? Because you’re somehow the one that’s going to get reprimanded, you just know it.

• “Why?” Genuinely confused as he shifts onto his side and brushes his servos against you. Never felt something as soft as you, but then he’s never been allowed soft things. But you’re his, aren’t you? Bring him energon and tend to him like a mate would. Mouthing your shoulder as you gasp, he vents lazily. You’re so small, too small to be running around by yourself. What if you get hurt because another Cybertronian isn’t paying attention? No, he needs to keep you with him. Safe. Rolling onto his back, he settles you on his chassis and drapes his hand over you, unused to this feeling. To not needing to be ready to fight at any moment. Peace still so new to him, but this part he likes even as you squirm against him. “Hush,” he purrs gently, a servo running down your spine as his optics shutter, relaxed in the sun.

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This one's for all 5 perceptor fans (me included)

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Sometimes you do your job a little too well, how much was just following orders. When was the line, why did it take till then?

There were definitely times where Techno felt certain ways during missions, but she didn’t have the voice she does now; Early in the war so she followed everything to the T, little questions asked. Anything from cutting transmissions, unfortunately exposing positions for the sake of taking down the enemies networks, delivering risky tactics brought down from high command, etc.

She remembers every moment, all the noise now is like static. Being a good Comms specialists/tactician comes with its vices…

(Reference img below cut!!)

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Posted this on IG but wanted to share here cause I’m proud of it!

This was my contribution for a 2K DTIYS for bbyxbot17 :)

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I’m so in love with my commission from @mechncheese of my hard working bby Techno!🥰🥰 had to share with y’all plus their work is awesome 👏🏾.

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While getting the idw2 panels of Ratty I found some of Blaster and I did the only thing I could do… I got them. Will I be looking for more? Yes, yes I will until then here are the panels! My favorite are of him with the visor just adds to him and makes me want more of him with the visor I mean look at him!

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JP FIC APPRECIATION POST- [Because you authors are driving me insane and I don’t comment enough [,,ever] 💀🫶]

Beginning wiiith (Not Exactly A) Meet Cute: because I SAW what you did today Trident- and I need you to know that I am coming for you /J

Ft: A scene that totally happened in real life and wasn’t a dream at all I swear [sarcasm,, -a lil bit]

The Last Autobot: because this concept has been bouncing around my brain like a scraplet on a sugar high for the past week- *frolicking around gleefully*

Dream a Little Dream of Me: because of course it is- 💀🤲

Ft: a new art style that you’ll have to pry from my clenched fists as it was fueled entirely by gremlin Jazz- and gremlin Jazz alone

and finally,, Private Life: Simply, thank you- ,,for giving me a reason to draw human JP- *Megatron esc cackling*

I watch all these stories like a little hawk and am lowkey so psyched to finally make something for yall in return 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

Ft whatever @‘s I could find o-o7: @foreverforty2

@umbreonix

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Got silly last night and messed around with Wiggle paint! I think I might use this more for some warm ups :), I drew whirl, my friends OC Gallium and kup giving a thumbs up

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I made a comm sheet for my TF comms yay ! You can DM me if you're interested or have any questions ! I'm taking 6 slots right now !

Turnaround time for full bodies and busts range from 1-2 weeks and icon turnaround times range from 1-3 days, feel free to check in with me for updates !

I'll update this once slots are full and reblog again when they're open !

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Ooo! I love that you are dipping into the TFA Elite guard :) Will we possibly be seeing TFA Jazz??

Your take on IDW Jazz is so good, would love to see how you handle his TFA counterpart❤️

Why not?

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TFA Jazz x Reader

• Moving along the dark street in his alt mode, engine idling, he transforms and slips between two buildings, shuffling sideways as he reaches up to very carefully tap the glass. Tries not to imagine what Sentinel would say if he caught him, fully aware of the other bot’s disgust for organics. But he can’t keep away after that chance encounter. Keeps coming back, going from curious to obsessed with you. Those shy smiles and all too familiar, but so achingly innocent touches stringing him tight. And a light comes on inside your apartment, the glass squeaking as you push the window up. Servos flexing when you stare at him with sleepy eyes, you’re disheveled and warm looking to make his spark ache. “I woke you,” he murmurs apologetically.

• He’s back. Flustered as you try to smooth your hair down, you do the undignified shimmy out of the window onto the rusty fire escape, the metal icy and slightly damp under your bare feet. “How was your day?” Feel lighter as he smiles, servos curling against the railing you’re leaning on, a knuckle brushing your hip. Can’t believe he keeps coming back here just to see you, to talk. Eyes running over his sleek form, you frown at his scuffed, living metal. “Are you hurt?”

• Stretching out a servo to slide against your side, he feels you rest a hand on him. “This? It’s nothing,” he says, hand flexing as he straightens another servo to brush against the back of your thighs. Likes that you’re worried about him, that you care. Because you’re not at all like he’d been led to believe organics were like. Not the monster Sentinel had insisted your kind were. Servo sliding against you, he has to struggle against the urge to pick you up. “Just a little scrape.“

• Hands on his, you touch his knuckle. Seeing more damage as you frown. “It looks like more than a scrape,” you mutter, trying to piece together the scrapes and dents and the story they tell that he’d almost not been fast enough. And his servos flex around you, almost wrapped around you now. Know his job is dangerous, that he’s out there fighting for his life. For yours, too even though you’re alien and you must be strange to him. Trying to protect humans from the Decepticons. “I need you to take care of yourself.”

• “Worryin’ about me? Ain’t nothing fast enough to catch me.” Why does he love that. Love that there’s someone out there who needs him. Who’d care if something happened to him. And your expression falters at his teasing tone, freezing him as you bend and brush a kiss against the damaged mesh of his hand, before slipping through his servos. Climbing back through your window with a suddenness that’s jarring. ‘I do worry and this isn’t a game to me,’ you whisper as you yank the window down hard enough to startle him. Is that what you really think? That he’s toying with you? Reaching out, he taps on the glass as his spark constricts and the lights inside go out. What did he say wrong?

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Our great goddess Revel, Fort Max please 🥺

I offer this fluffy rug disguised as a dog as offering 🛐🛐

Sure!

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Fort Max x Reader

• Soft hands slide over his helm as he rests his head against your middle, his own servos teasing your softness. Optics shuttering as you hum softly, propped up among your pillows, he vents slowly. Knowing he shouldn’t need this. That he’s an enforcer, not a sparkling seeking comfort. Palming your soft thigh, he presses his face against your belly, listening to the wordless sound of your singing. Letting it spill through him and wash the worry away until it’s just you and him. Pretending he’s allowed this. To have a moment that’s only for him.

• Feel him venting to blow warm air against your thighs as you trace the lines of his helm, you smile when he lightly squeezes your thigh again. Unable to stop himself sometimes. He’s pushed you up the berth, rumbling aggressively with his face against you the first time he’d done this and he’d been so mortified about it. Avoiding you until you’d finally caught him mass shifted and you’d reached up to grab his hornlike audials to make him wince, and you’d tugged his head down into your lap. And he’d tried to say it wasn’t appropriate as you’d traced shapes on his helm until he’d finally relaxed against you. Get the feeling, he’s so busy trying to take care of everyone else, trying to do his duty, that he forgets himself sometimes. That he needs someone to care about him. For him.

• Drifting toward recharge as he nuzzles lazily against you, pulling your scent deep, his servos skim up your arm to find your hand. And you interlace your little fingers with his servos when he hooks his other arm around you. You call it his mandatory break and he’d stopped fighting you on it some time ago. Mostly because he needs this as much as he knows he shouldn’t. All you have to do is lay back and hold out your arms and he mass shifts to join you, laying down against your soft warmth.

• Singing to him, you run a thumb up along one of his jutting, audial fins on his helm and he shoves his face tighter against you with a growl, servos flexing against you. Before using your still intertwined hands to fumble your other hand away from his audial. “Sensitive,” he growls and you feel his lips brushing you through your shirt. Amused, you go back to tracing the lines of his helm and his rumbling eases back to something less aggressive. Making you wonder if he’s ticklish, because he gets noisier if you mess with his audials.

• Venting against you, he shifts when you try to touch his audial again, hears you laughing as you end up flat on your back, his chin on your chest and his hands pinning your wrists. “Sorry,” you say, laughing and sounding not the least bit sorry about it. Shifting to straddle you, keeping those dangerous hands pinned, he can’t tear his optics away from those amused eyes staring up at him. Your lips parted slightly to show a slip of teeth as you smile. And he realizes the moment has gone on too long as he stares at you flat on your back under him. Knows he should let you up, play it off. But he’s ducking instead, his mouth finding yours and it’s as soft as the rest of you as you make a soft, surprised sound.

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GO GET YA'LL FOOD FOR HOT BOT SUMMER OVER ON THE PATREON!

Cuffing Season irl may be coming to a close, but it's just getting started at BotmilfOfficial honeyyyy

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