nyan-toaster

[nyan-toaster]

HIHIHI!!! I’ve been looking for D-16/Megatron fics for like a while now, (watched it on early release) and have been SUFFERING cuz there’s nothing out for him.. 😭 But then I came onto tumblr and found ur posts!!! They’ve been such HUGE comfort despite both being angst.. LOL

umum onto my ask… I was hoping to ask for a D-16/Megatron fanfic with him having an immensely huge soft spot for the reader… Practically listening and obeying their every word like it’s the last he’d hear of them.. In more specifics, I mean like D-16 (beginning) can be quite unfazed by most stuff, just being normal about other mechs and yet almost melts completely to what the reader has to say and pays attention to their every move.. Megatron on the other hand is basically the same too, despite changing and being completely different.. (the reader is basically like his second in command since he trusts them so much and they’re on his side)

D-16 / MEGATRON X READER

haii tysm :3 I tried to make this soo soft, enjoy. Also I wrote this originally while I was half asleep and the spelling was HORRIBLE idk how I was able to translate this

[ cybertronian!reader Fluff mostly, D-16 being a little angel. Orion third wheeling

As D-16, he was always by your side. You met in the mines, of course, and became friends rather quickly. You knew him as a bot who didn’t care much about others—not in a selfish way, but more in a “I’m just here to do my job” kind of way. He followed the rules, focused on the hope that one day, Sentinel would recognize his efforts and free him from the mines...all of them. He dreamed that one day, Sentinel would see their efforts and let them be among the city dwellers. If only he were created with a cog.

It came as a surprise to everyone when you two started dating, no one expected him to be the type, to be honest. In the mines, he always makes sure Orion and you are being safe. But you, specifically? He was borderline overprotective.

Then one day, the mine was caving in, but you needed just a littttle more energon to meet the day’s requirements. You were never one to not complete your daily tasks. You frantically tried to collect all the raw energon nearest to you...while the tunnel began closing in.

“Y/N, what are you doing?! Come on!” His voice strained with panic, his servo gripping your arm.

You hummed in frustration, keeping your optics on the collapsing tunnel behind you, “Hold on, just one more...I need this o-one piece..” You grit your denta as you stretched for one more chunk of rock.

You were out of time. D-16, realizing the danger, wasn’t about to let you risk it. He knew you'd get pissed about it but oh well...without a second thought, he pulled you away by your arm as his jetpack powered on. You yelped as he tossed you over his shoulder, successfully flying you out of there. Just in time actually.

When he finally set you down on your two pedes, you glanced at your cradled servos.

One single rock of raw energon.

You almost pouted.

“Dee.. this is not enough.” You mumbled, letting the rock fall from your servos.

Much to your surprise, D shook his helm.

“Hey, don’t worry about that. Look, you know what’s important?” He placed his servos on your shoulders, looking deep into your optics with such warmth that made your spark flutter “What’s important.. is that you’re okay.” He gently added, planting a small kiss to your helm.

You grinned. You thought he was so sweet, until he gently nudged your arm.

“Be thankful I saved your aft. Darkwing is probably going to give us an extra-long shift tomorrow,” He teased.

You rolled your optics. “Yeah, to make up for all the energon you made me drop.”

He shrugged, grinning. “I’d rather work a few more hours than lose you, sweet spark. I have my priorities.” He murmured, holding you close. You had the sweetest partner, you knew he wasn’t like this with anyone else.

Another thing about D is that he’s so attentive. You can talking about anything and he’ll be there, his optics never leaving your face. Maybe glancing to your lips, but that’s it. He thinks you look so great when you’re passionately talking about something. Whether you were sharing a tip or telling a story, he hung on your every word, asking questions, eager to listen. If you’re a little gremlin like Orión and enjoy sneaking around, he’s right behind you.

Insert the THREE of you--caught, waiting to possibly be yelled at by superiors.

It had all started because you wanted to explore an abandoned building and got busted in the act.

Orion coughs awkwardly. “Soo… how far down do you think they’ll send us?”

You nervously fiddled with D’s digits. “At least three levels lower.” You murmúred.

D was silent, watching your servo interlock with his. The room was quiet until he felt a pair of optics on him. He glanced up to see Orion staring. “What?”

“Oh nothing, nothing. Just watching how you never get upset at Y/N when we get caught but when it’s me, I get the five-minute silent treatment.”

“But it wasn’t Y/N's fault.”

“Yeah, Orion, I’m completely innocent. You're just jealous.” You chimed in, grinning.

“Wh-Innocent?! You insisted on staying, even when we heard guards coming towards us. Right, D??"

D hummed thoughtfully. "I think they’re pretty innocent. Accidents happen.” He shrugged, giving you a sweet grin.

“Oh, Primus…” Orion groaned.

Now let’s move onto Megatron.

He was so, so delighted to hear that you wanted to join his side in the end. You thought he loved and was obsessed with you before? He’s even worse now.

He made you his right-hand, his advisor, his confidant, his fiercest warrior—his everything. Whenever he rallied his army, promising to fix Cybertron his way, he would raise his fist as a symbol of his leadership. And yet, even in that powerful gesture, your servo was grasped in his.

He held your servo up alongside his, he was ecstatic. Sure, you might not be as..mad as he was, but you supported him, even kept him in check when necessary. If you two are the same, well you add onto each others crazy :3 (explodes)

[nyan-toaster]

I'm really happy with how this turned out

[nyan-toaster]

Dude being brought into the world of beast wars as the only human is already bad enough with lack of resources and privacy but imagine the communal agony of when their period kicks them in the balls. Everyone smells blood concerningly and in the middle of the base meanwhile they’re just doubled over in hormones and pain. You can risk visiting the human’s lair and their cocoon of blankets but you will bring sweets as payment lest you face their organic wrath

bro i would fucking die

The human is supposed to survive before agriculture, before antibiotics, painkillers - before ANYTHING while hanging out with a bunch of bots who are actively trying to kill each other

wow

amazing

The good thing is that they sometimes bring you stuff they find, which is... questionable at times. Rattrap once brought you a rotten plum, and Cheetor the still twitching corpse of dying bush pig

Once the period arrives, they'll think you're dying - but once things are explained (and you want to be left alone so you can cope in your bedroom), they sorta get it...

and then the scent of blood ends up triggering something in a few (mainly Cheetor and Dinobot) - which just gets WORSE when the ovulation starts

even wilder if it happens with the Predacons instead....

Megatron wants to taste you IMMEDIATELY - even if he acts smooth about it (blood blood blood blood blood blood-)

[nyan-toaster]

I know you’re talking about the djd rn but lemme share a thought with you:

Tfp megatron is the type of bitch to send a letter to his darling saying “back in three days; don’t bathe” napoleon style

OJFBNODSFNVC. THIS IS SO REAL

when im in a musk kink competition and my opponent is TFP Megatron (I'm cooked)

TFP Megatron is one of the scary yanderes, absolutely UNHINGED and delusional and you bash someones skull in for you if you asked nicely

I love tfp man,, waaahhh,,,,

[nyan-toaster]

The Decepticons get stuck with Tfo Sentinel's pregnant hairless cat aka the reader

legit fucking scared for the reader because this can end two ways:

They immediately slaughter the human to put it out of its "misery" since there's no way it could survive a pregnancy without deadly complications

Megatron develops a very unhealthy obsession with Sentinel's pet because he's convinced it was abused and taken advantage of just like he was as a miner. So this is HIS hairless cat, and he doesn't care if it births an abomination. Either they mercifully euthanize it or - as Shockwave puts it - study the spawn to see if they can replenish the Decepticon ranks faster than the Autobots

[nyan-toaster]

Obsessed with the idea of megs harboring a secret obsession with the human liaison onboard the lost light. Like his road to redemption is going great until they show up and then suddenly all his darker more possessive and controlling urges surge up. He loves them so much but he just needs to have full control of them, who they talk to, and where they go, EVERYTHING. Overtime he grows progressively more invasive and creepy, meanwhile the liaison is oblivious to how deep his obsession goes. I need a slow burn of megatron battling his inner urges until he ultimately gives in and does something bad. 😼

[nyan-toaster]

Hello,

Could we have a reader who is a mech pilot and is mistaken as a cybertronian

Of course! Also I 100% believe the bots would get the uncanny valley effect from it

Characters; Megatron, Starscream, Shockwave, Wheeljack, Hound, and Jazz

Megatron

Who is this nuisance!

You look cybertronian, but something is off

Can't place it, while fighting you

It isn't until he calls for a retreat and orders Soundwave to spy does he find out

You're a human, controlling a robot!

How is that possible, humans are weak and fragile

Finds out your something called a mech pilot

Has a new plan formulated that will most certainly win him the war!

Starscream

HOW DARE YOU IMPEDE HIS SHOT ON MEGATRON

Wait... Who are you?

Has seen Autobots before, and you're no autobot

Is amused by your failure to follow him to the skies as he escapes

Later finds out you were a human piloting a mechnaoid

The scientist in him is fascinated

But the Decepticon in him is outraged

If humans find a way to defend themselves with ease, that makes more complications for conquering Earth

Shockwave

What are you?

You appear cybertronian in nature, but lack an energy signature of one

Ah, you're a human, piloting a mech

How illogical, but also... Logical

Illogical because you're human, you shouldn't possess such advanced tech

But logical because, it proves humans are more than fragile, primitive, creatures.

Is kidnapping you and your mechoid for... Studying

Yea... Just studying

Wheeljack

A new autobot, why didn't Prime inform them

Wait a minute... You're no autobot

You're no cybertronian for that matter!

Quickly finds out you're a human piloting a bot

That's so cool, and gives him many new ideas

If he could understand how your mechoid was made and replicate that for a bigger scale!

The Autobots could be bots... CONTROLLING BOTS!

Definitely drawing up so many blueprints

Hound

At first he thinks it's a Decepticon trick

Yet, you have no insignia, and no energy signature

Well, you do, but not a Cybertronian one

There's no way a human could pilot something so big... Is there?

Is fascinated when he sees you, a human, open up the bot and step out.

What is it, how does it work, was it purely human made?

So many questions and curiosities

Is working with Wheeljack on his new project about this

Jazz

His the only one who wasn't entirely puzzled by your existence

At first glance he definitely mistakes you for one of them

Yet when he got a better look, he quickly put the pieces together

Is curious when humans had gained this technology

Learning it's a military weapon to combat decepticons makes him fascinated

Is asking Prime, Ratchet, and Wheeljack to help you humans with this mechnaoid stuff

If you could get a more powerful and stronger bots you guys could help right in the war

Also, wouldn't have to rely so heavily on the autobots, if they couldn't come to the rescues fast enough

[nyan-toaster]

Hi again boo hope Ur okay Gurl🥰💅🏻😘so a question: how do cypertronians give birth, like we humans do the natural way push out? Or they come out their chest ? Because every time I read tfp meg and meg jr got me wondering how did jr came out? (Do they get baby bumps?)

( my 3 am thoughts help🥲😭😂sm I wonder meg go through labour 🤣😭😭😭😭😭)

🤣 I know there’s a ton of fan theories and in IDW sparks are harvested from hot spots to be transferred into waiting protoforms and that’s what I play off of to a point. Without any more hot spots, they have to give up a little of their spark and take a little from a human soul/spirit to create a new spark that whoever is playing carrier will keep and allow to develop. At some point, it has to go to a Cybertronian to finish developing or organic weirdness can sometimes occur if the human is compatible (oops physical pregnancy). If things go right, the spark will eventually be separated from the Cybertronian that’s carrying it and placed into a waiting protoform. In the uno reverse scenarios, the Cybertronians carry the spark the whole time

🤣 it probably couldn’t hurt 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Needy

TFP Megatron x Reader

• Inhaling slowly as Knockout thrusts the cloth wrapped bundle at you, the medic’s mouth opens then closes. And he’s just striding away, a hand in the air, growling in his own language. Eyes narrowing, you try to figure out what he’s delivered and unwrapping it, you stare. And stalk over to where Megatron is watching you, optics predatory and expression amused. “You seriously made your medic make you a strap on?” You demand, holding the big thing up. “You’re not using this on me.”

• Chuckling at your offended expression, he smirks and crooks a servo at you. Watches you roll your eyes as you walk from the desk to the berth across the little walkway and he reaches to take the fake spike, feeling the weight of it as he presses the base against you, a clawed servo plucking at the straps. Hears your exhausted ‘oh for fuck’s sake’ and smiles. “Who said it’s for you, pet? You’re not going to take care of your carriers needs?”

• Seriously considering beating him with the stupid alien dildo, you watch him just lay back, thighs parting slightly as he releases the modesty plating hiding his valve and toys with himself with clawed servos, his red optics watching your every move. Shaking your head at him in exasperation even if you are a little turned on at the idea of turning the tables on him, you figure out the straps on the oversized, ridiculous thing. And he clears his vents when you try to line it up. “No foreplay?” He growls and beating him with the thing becomes even more appealing as you lay a hand on the warm plating of his thigh and cup him.

• Smirking as you avoid his optics, your soft fingers playing with his folds and node and he lets his head fall back on a growl. Because despite your muttering and huffing, you drop to your knees between his thighs, that fake spike folded up against you when you lean down and your mouth slides against him to make him shiver. Head falling back, his servos tangle in your hair when you suck his node to make his thighs tremble. Growling a protest when you pull away, he groans when you drive the fake spike into him.

• Hear him snarl when you snap your hips against him and seeing the way his optics widen ever so slightly has you smirking. Gripping his thighs, your hips pump as you rut against him. And his fans kick on higher. Can see the appeal in this as you fuck him. His venting grows ragged when he starts demanding you go harder, faster. See his servos flex into fists, one thumping against the berth as he snarls, a ped sliding. He flashes those sharp denta when he finally shudders with his overload and stares up at you, red optics hooded and you’re out of breath and flushed when he crooks a claws servo at you. “Come here, pet.”

A family member made the mistake of calling my Transformers Loungefly the nerdiest thing he’s ever seen. I took that as a challenge and since my Seeker ITA is too big for everyday use, I found this. I’m so tempted to stick every one of my TF keychains on this thing so I just jangle when I walk

[nyan-toaster]

Thermodynamic equilibrium

Skyfire x reader, nsfw/ valveplug

Aka where skyfire fucks you hard and lovingly, because I need him carnally. Please excuse any editing mistakes, Tumblr is annoying with those.

🔞 Minors DNI or I'll steal your kneecaps 🔞

Inspired by @transformers-spike and @revelboo' s works, hope y'all don't mind the tags!

Skyfire leans over you, caging your body sprawled on the cushions, spike plunging deep.

One of his servos grasps your hips and belly closer to him, adding extra pressure right over the bulge he makes each time he presses in. His other arm serves as elbow prop to keep from putting all his weight over you, while his servos on that arm hold your chin tipped up, one digit teasing inside your mouth and you're all too compliant in sucking it through your moans.

It's a flimsy balance. Pressure keeps building in his struts with the need to go harder, deeper, to claim you thoroughly as he would another cybertronian. But care sets him back, fear of ever harming such a delicate frame. For more delightfully pliant it may be, he'd never forgive himself for harming you. Even if it's increasingly hard to maintain the line.Especially when those lovely sounds keep beckoning him, your pleading tone laced with arousal.

“yes, don't stop, sky!”

Your voice makes him swell with affection and burn with lust, reflecting in the way his engine whines higher, vents blowing hot and sputtered. Primal groans he's never made before spill out of his intake, you're intoxicating.

His thrusts never falter, maintaining a steady rhythm that carefully increases, shifts to adapt to your changes, the pitch of your voice, the way you shudder and curse at a particularly good angle shift.

“F-fuck, there!”

He's happy to oblige, lowering calculated weight over you, pining your body closer to him, adjusting so his chassis doesn't prod uncomfortably. The change seems to be effective as you lean up to him, an incomprehensible whine escaping your soft lips, and the sound goes right through him.

The new position doesn't affect only you it seems, he can feel you closer as your muscles tense and ripple with each of his thrusts, the soft velvety surface a sensation he can never tire of. He can feel you winding, meeting his thrusts with renewed energy. Close.

"You're doing so good sweetspark, this ok?"

He earns a moan in return, having forgotten his digit still inside your intake. He makes to remove it and you follow it, a gentle bite on the joint sending a pleasant jolt to him. He shivers minutely in turn, the change makes him miscalculate his next thrust, too strong- he realizes a nanoklik too late.

But before he can sputter an apology you're tightening around him with a spasm, the feeling so delightful you loosen your bite with a whine.

"More! please sky, please!"

"Didn't I hurt you?"

"Please!"

He obliges, trusting your judgement, quickening his pace to a fast and deep plunge. Your moans increase exponentially and flood his processor with pleasure.

He's close, must last longer.

But then your tiny arm snakes up to grasp his audial and he loses it.

A staticky groan rips out of his vocalizer along with a full body shudder.

"Frag-!"

Is all he can utter as warning before he feels the overflowing charge and his interface sensors overload, triggering his transfluid tank.

That also overflows, unsurprisingly.

Concern flashes him mid pleasure, the servo supporting your pelvis twitching as he tries to massage the increasing bulge there. The moan you let out in turn is melodic in the most carnal sense.

The delightful pressure around his sputtering spike increases tenfold as you meet your peak, sending new jolts of electric bliss.He's half aware of you still grasping his helm, the cushions, legs stretching with each thrust and trembling in your overload.

Primus forgive him, your valve is divine. The way it ripples around him, pulsing hot as he feels your own fluids join his own, changing the dielectric currents.It triggers a second overload, one which surprises you both as you gasp in unison.

The renewed burst of transfluid is considerably smaller, his tanks not fully replenished. Yet, Skyfire can feel the extra excess drip and spurt out from where you're joined, slipping on his legs and your thoroughly wet valve, aft and thighs.. such an utter mess, he distantly notes.

Though by your moans it seems you're not harmed, at least. He continues massaging your belly and softly thrusting until you both calm down and the only remaining sound is his vents and your breathing. You're laid down carefully into the cushions, no wonder very spent.

He murmurs your name as he spoons your back, nudging your head fibers with his nasal vent, enjoying the soft. Your scent is salted and musky, It brings him an odd feeling of accomplishment and possessiveness. He presses closer and you only acknowledge him with a groan, shifting to nuzzle him back.

"Are you alright?" He asks, voice muffled in your hair.

"Wonderful" a minute shudder punctuates your speech.

He rumbles, content.

“We should get you cleaned up”

He carefully pulls out, feeling the remaining transfluid dripping out. Ignoring that, you immediately roll over and wrap your arms around his neck.

"Stay... please?"

"I'm not leaving, dear” he shifts, half sitting half leaning on an elbow, his optics glow warm.

You shakily try to sit after him but he stops you with a gentle hand to your forearm, in the second it takes you to look up his thumb caresses the skin.

“We'll cuddle after” he reassures with one of his smiles, the ones so full of love you can't resist.

"Definitely" you reply, he leans closer and steals a kiss, leaning away before you can reach him with your arms again.

He unsubspaces his cleaning cloths, already damp with 'organic friendly cleanser' as he'd dubbed it.He waits for your nod before gently dabbing it onto your skin, cleaning the rough excess. A second towel takes care of the remaining, and a third clean one, scented suspiciously like your clothes softener, is the final touch. He proceeds to quickly clean his armor with a single bigger cloth, polishing skipped, before gathering you to him.

"Thank you" you murmur to him, not wasting time in reaching for a kiss.

He keeps it chaste despite your prodding tongue. Upon breaking, he can't help the small nib of your earlobe, the soft skin there alluring to him.You both exchange small kisses and questionably chaste gestures until tiredness and sleep catches up to you. Skyfire gathers your sleeping frame close, now on top of his, and unsubspaces your favorite blanket to drape over you both.

He falls into recharge easily, grounded by the steady rhythm of your organic heart resting right above his spark chamber.

[nyan-toaster]

The bugsband and their kids, especially benji

https://www.tumblr.com/dirtbrunch/761791307949768704/go-my-scarab

Little guy cannot get up.

🤣 aww I can see Waspinator having the same issue because of his big wasp booty

You (Don’t) Know Me Pt 20

Insecticons x Reader

• Skin prickling as the screaming finally stops, you watch the mouth of the cave. Not that you expect the strange mech to come back. You’re pretty sure your husbands at the very least killed the mech. At the worst, they likely ate him alive. And they finally return, moods sour enough you guess the mech escaped and strangely, you don’t feel relieved with that knowledge. Maybe because that means that jerk can come back, though you doubt he’d be that stupid. “Who was that?” You ask. What did he want? Will he come come back?

• “We’re moving,” Bombshell snarls instead of answering you and the other two start gathering things and subspacing them. And you yelp when he abruptly goes back to full size and transforms, trying to snare you in his mandibles as you dance out of reach to his annoyance. “Come here.” Freezing when you huff at him and dart around his side, he feels your hands on him and he tips sideways slightly when you climb up onto his back and sit straddling him. Aware of his brothers staring he hisses at them to get them moving again. Because apparently you’re going to ride him and he vents tiredly at the indignity.

• Trying not to laugh at Bombshell’s annoyance as their little queen sits on him apparently intending to ride him, Kickback keeps subspacing everything he can. Doubts Barricade will come back any time soon, but there’s a possibility he’ll go for reinforcements and return immediately. If the mech doesn’t bleed out his energon in the woods first. Chirping unhappily at losing that tasty meal, he transforms and follows Bombshell when his brother heads out of the cave.

• Taking the lead since Bombshell has you, Shrapnel hisses softly and vents. It’s not like they hadn’t already planned to move to a better home, but getting forced to move bothers him. That the mech had gotten away alive bothers him more. “We should have given chase,” he growls and Bombshell hisses back as you tip your face up toward the sky when it begins to drizzle rain. “He found us once, he’ll find us again, again.”

• “And he’ll die,” Bombshell snarls as you splay your palms on his back, his swaying gait wholly different from the one time you’d ridden a horse as his many legs claw at the leaf litter and dirt. And the rain picks up as you feel leaves and branches slide against your legs and arms, scratching you. It occurs to you that you could slide off of him and run, but really, what’s the point? There’s no getting away from them ever. “We’ll devour him and any he brings with him,” Bombshell continues, tone furious and you wonder if he was worried for you. If he was afraid of you getting hurt. And if it was only because you’re bonded to them instead of any genuine affection. You don’t love them, barely know them, so how could they love you? They’re monsters, but they’re monsters you’re stuck with for life and you let the rain chill you. Numb you.

Previous

[nyan-toaster]

Would you ever be down to write something of Pharma and Tarn with a reader? 👀👉👈

I have been craving something of those two with a reader... Also, celebrating my 21st birthday!! 🥳🥳🥳🥳

Happy Birthday! 🔞 mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Punishment

Tarn x Reader, Pharma x Reader

• “I couldn’t meet the quota. It would have drawn too much attention if that many patients passed way in such a short time,” Pharma protests, head down as his denta grit and he tries to keep his voice steady. Hating this, having to deal with Tarn as the other mech rumbles, servos flexing before he reaches into the box and pulls out a T-cog to examine and Pharma’s wings draw tighter to his frame trying to read the Decepticon, but those red optics are cold behind that mask. And he wonders if the lunatic will just kill him this time.

• Carefully replacing the transformation cog, Tarn studies the other mech. Pharma’s fear almost a physical thing despite the medic’s haughty tone. His field betraying him, prickling against him anxiously. “Where’s your little pet? Bring it here” He asks and Pharma tenses. Wonders if the mech will have the nerve to tell him no. To refuse. Sees Pharma’s chin lift, wings trembling, but the medic turns away. His own life worth more than yours. And Tarn rumbles when the other mech returns with you cupped in his hands, your expression wary. Need twists through him, because he’s begun to look forward to these lessons even though he knows it’s wrong. Shouldn’t want this, but punishing the medic has become a delight.

• Clinging to Pharma’s servos as he brings you to Tarn, you know how this is going to play out and your breath catches in a weird anticipation. Can’t admit that you like being used to punish Pharma. That you enjoy your arrogant medic having to watch. And Tarn taps a servo on the counter, the medic obeying the silent order and putting you down. Staring up at Tarn as he joins you, mass shifting, your heart races. Know Pharma won’t try anything, but Tarn still growls. “You’ll watch and not move,” Tarn demands and you feel the command in the words even though they’re not aimed at you, know Pharma will be helpless to do anything but obey.

• Wings faintly trembling as Tarn’s voice snakes through him and twines about his spark, he can’t disobey. Helpless to do anything but watch the Decepticon urge you down onto your knees, tugging your loose covering off to bare skin. And it’s shameful the way his spike stirs behind his modesty plating when Tarn smooths a hand up your spine and frees his own spike. Hears you moan as the Decepticon sheaths himself and kneeling behind you, his hips pump. Can’t look away from those red optics staring at him as Tarn moves inside you. Using you to get at him for failing.

• Servos tightening on your hips when you whimper, Tarn bucks inside you and watches Pharma. Enjoys making the other mech watch as he claims his little human. As you moan for him and squirm. And when he’s done, he’ll return you to Pharma slick with his release. Knows you’re Pharma’s, can scent the mech on you and he wonders if it drives the medic crazy to watch him fragging you. Getting rougher, his hips snap against you as he thrusts and you get louder for him. Does Pharma make you climax as hard as he does? Do you make these sounds for the medic when he’s inside you. Snarling when you tighten on his spike with a cry, he keeps driving into you. Staring Pharma down until he’s overloading inside you. Slowly slipping free as you tremble, Tarn caresses your hip before sliding off the counter and mass shifting. Righting his plating, he catches Pharma’s chin in his servos leaving a smear of slick on the other mech as he growls. “Next time, meet your quota or I’ll claim both of you one at a time,” he threatens and the medic shivers, those angry optics glaring even as his field crackles against him with heat. Betraying his arousal.

[nyan-toaster]

Steady as She Goes: Nitro Zeus X Reader SMUT

|| Not exactly smut, but a lead in until I can bridge it to the actual smut that I have written. @revelboo requested I post this and I'm glad she gave me another robot husband to fawn over lol Enjoy! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

He’s fast for someone so large and he’s even quicker to start pulling at your clothes, large face pressed against you as he breathes you in while his servos come around and snag on your old NEST uniform.

“W-wait, wait!” he’s going too fast, and you’re caught in a whirlwind of him as he presses you into the grated scaffolding. He’s already got your pants off and now he’s ripping at your lab coat and shirt.

“Stop!” hands against the horns of his helm and the servos around your waist, you push at him.

Why the hell are you stopping him? He’s told you this is what he was going to do the moment he broke out and had you alone. He felt you wanted it too when your scent would shift and your field would sparkle. But Nitro stops, confused and frustrated, and pulls away to regard you.

“Hang on… I can do this. I want to. Just,” you catch your breath and steady yourself, hands still in front of you to push him back again should he keep pressing. “—just slow, okay? Soft and slow at first. Then hard and rough later. Please…”

“Wife, do you know who you’re talking to?”

“My husband.” Your eyes are resolute, but your voice is just above a whisper as you state out the one thing he’d been insisting. Because if you’re his wife, then he must be your husband, and husbands don’t just assault their wives. At least not the good ones, which he knows he is. And he reevaluates you. Thought it’d be hot to just take you disheveled in your work uniform right here in this dilapidated warehouse he’s shacked up in, and that you were as desperate as him. Your biofield is shaky though and you don’t smell aroused. In fact, you look fearful, like he’s some brute who’s going to hurt you, and he finds that he doesn’t like that thought at all.

Carefully he brings you closer by the leg, and you’re thankful he’s not being so rough as before. You think you got through to him by playing into his whole house fantasy and his face is in your space again. This time he waits, and you’re offered the first move when he nudges against your palm. Soft hands move up to caress his horns and then downward to cup his faceplates, marveling and exploring with that prickle in your field subsiding to probing to which he reaches his out to you. There’s a little question of whether you can feel him while his mandibles chitter, and he lets you bring his sideways mouth to yours in a sweet kiss. There are no lips to greet you, but your softness molds to the sharp interlocking parts anyway before pulling back to look at him.

“See? I do want this. Just not so fast.”

And he does notice your field has shifted again and that aroused scent is appearing, slowly. It excites him, and his long, snake-like glossa flickers out to taste the air around you, more sensitive than any other sensory organ he has. You look surprised and he chuckles, and then you surprise him back by reaching out to run your fingers over it, letting it wrap up around your wrist and the back of your hand to nestle into your palm and between your thumb and forefinger. He wasn’t expecting you to hold it like that, leaning in to kiss it deliberately while making eye contact before kissing his mandibles again while your thumb plays with his glossa. His engine revs long and hard and he powers down his optic, enjoying the soft warmth of you. Has he ever had something like that? Someone willing to do the freaky things he likes? He’s always had the long glossa and the sharp denta, but his face is mangled beyond what it once was. He knows he’s different from regular cybertronians, empurata changing his face to something unnatural, but you don’t see it. You don’t mind it provided he’s willing to indulge you first. He’s come to the conclusion that having a wife is awesome and he’s sure as hell keeping you.

[nyan-toaster]

[nyan-toaster]

How are you doing? I'm obsessed with how you write! Could I get Mirage being adorable and lovey to his human? I'm down bad for him. Thanks!

Sure!

Lonely

G1 Mirage x Reader

• “Darling?” Stretching at the sound of him calling out, you pad out from behind the filmy layers of sheer material he’s draped to create your own little privacy area on a corner of his berth and he smiles as soon as he spots you before frowning slightly. “Where are your slippers? You’re going to get cold, dear spark,” he murmurs, head shaking slightly and you swallow a laugh at him fussing over you. Acting like you’re made of glass, though compared to him, you suppose you might as well be.

• Spark lighter when you smile, he reaches out a servo and you lay a soft hand on it to let him lead you closer. Sitting on the edge of the berth, he mass shifts and you come to him. Knowing what he needs. Watches you fold your legs under you to sit and he leans to rest his head in your lap as your fingers ghost over his helm. All the hurtful things he can’t actually admit out loud on the tip of his glossa. That the others don’t quite trust him. That someone insinuated again that he’s a Decepticon sympathizer because he wishes the war would end. Because he’s not like them. “Is everything okay?” You ask and you’re so sweet. Wonders if you mean the words or if you’re only acting out a part he pays you to play.

• “Of course,” he murmurs, optics staring up at you and he’s a terrible liar. But then, he probably never needed to learn like you had to. Everything about him genteel and mannered and everything you’re not. But you pretend for him. Wear the outfits he brings you and let him feed you like a pampered pet. Hold him when he’s like this, too. Stilling when he catches your hand and presses his mouth against the inside of your wrist, he vents softly. “I brought you a treat, darling. I saw it and had to have it for you.” Like he thinks you still need to be bribed with pretty things.

• Why are you frowning slightly? Pulling the stuffed animal from subspace, he holds it up and you take it. Staring up at you upside down, dressed in those elegant coverings and clutching that soft toy to yourself, you look innocent. “It’s adorable,” you whisper, fingers toying with the bow around its neck. Would you stay without the gifts and luxury, he wonders. Would you still smile for him if he didn’t lavish you with presents? Hopes you would, but he remembers the deal he’d made you. That this is nothing more than a business transaction and that you’re only in it for the things he can give you, that fact leaving him so hollow inside. “Talk to me,” you add, leaning over him. Do you really care? About him?

• And he’s reaching up to cup your cheek in a big hand. “Everything is perfectly fine,” he reassures you, but you know something’s off. But then, why would he want to actually talk to you? This isn’t a real relationship. You’re not really sure what it is anymore, but you think you’re falling for him. For his gentle hands and how excited he gets talking about racing, the way his optics brighten. The loneliness you’ve seen in those same optics when he looks at you sometimes echoing through you. Showing you little glimpses of who he really is behind the facade of wealth and privilege that you’ve never had in your entire life before him. And his lips part when your head turns so you can press a kiss against his palm. ‘Talk to me, baby,’ you whisper as he stares up at you like he’s just seeing you for the first time.

[nyan-toaster]

Can't wait for the next Scavengers chapter, my darling Fulcrum is finally getting his turn (whether he likes it or not lol) It's so interesting to see you tackle his disgust for organics, bc yeah humans are pretty damn weird from an alien perspective and there bound to be some issues when it comes to interspecies relationships, love how you address them in your writing. That Stress scenario was *chef's kiss*

It would be pretty ironic if he ends up the first one to spark Tiny. He's barely getting over his xenophobia and now he's a sire to some weird technoorganic hybrid, give this mech a BREAK 😭😭😭 bonus points if the sparkling inherited his old altmode, reminding him of what he's lost. The whole situation is just.. too much

It’ll get better, but it’s probably going to get worse first. State of the inbox since I find it hilarious 🤣 I’ve decided to attend the Chattanooga anime convention so I might be a bit quiet the 30th-31st. Will I be the only TF fan there? Probably lol 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

A Lifeless Ordinary Pt 28

Scavengers x Reader

• Head turning to look over your shoulder at Fulcrum floundering to get off of you only to get his face shoved against you again by Spin, you awkwardly roll onto your back, a leg catching on his shoulder so you’re sprawled awkwardly, a foot in the air. And the poor mech looks horrified even as his spike releases and pressurizes. Aroused and flustered and you’re in the same boat right now. “Spin, let him alone,” you mutter, as embarrassed as Fulcrum looks when Spinister rumbles aggressively.

• Can’t look at you. Can’t look away either as you struggle against him. A leg hiked over his shoulder and you’re slick with Crankcase’s release. Krok’s, too, most likely. Can scent you. And he’s painfully aroused even as his spark shrivels. Alien, you’re too alien. Soft hands catch his face when you finally get your leg off his shoulder, your own face flushed and those eyes uncertain. Can hear Misfire yelling that it’s his turn as Spinister rounds on him, rotors flaring. It’s on the tip of his glossa to just say it. That he can’t do this, so why can’t he say it? Because he wants to even as he’s horrified by it. Likes when you smile at him, talk to him and seem genuinely happy to see him. Would you still smile at him if he rejects you?

• Snarling a warning at Misfire, Spinister isn’t really sure what’s going on, but that’s nothing new. But Misfire is yelling and Fulcrum is upset, their fields prickling across him. He’s doing this for you, but he’s not entirely sure why. Rotors flicking as Misfire swears and backs off, Spinister glances back at you and Fulcrum softly talking. They’re sharing. Why are they sharing? You’re his. Must be for you, then. Wants you to be happy. Sharing makes you happy?

• Smiling at Fulcrum’s slightly panicked expression, you run the tip of a finger against his face under an optic. “It’s okay. Misfire’s told me you find organics gross,” you whisper and he winces, looking so guilty you want to kiss him. And his hand reaches to grip one of yours, those optics almost frightened. “We don’t have to.”

• “Not you,” he manages, even though part of him is recoiling at the thought of claiming you even as he wants to. What’s wrong with him? Fulcrum, the coward. Unable to do the one thing he’s meant to do. Unable to even do this. Remembers how sometimes you stretch out against his arm when you wander over to his console when he’s working. How you lean over to look at the controls and ask questions, not because the ship interests you, but because he does. It’s not love, but he’s not sure if you really love any of them or if this is just interfacing to you. Shifting over you, he watches you slowly lay back, eyes uncertain and he wonders if it hurts you that he might be disgusted with you. It hurts him.

• Swearing as Fulcrum finally gets his slag together and covers you, Misfire hisses through his denta when you gasp at the other mech stretching you in a slow drive of his hips. How the Pit did he end up last? Out of all of them? After the one with a phobia? Glowering at Spinister, Misfire realizes Fulcrum has his optics shuttered tight as his hips pump, the mech’s expression almost looking like he’s in pain as he vents raggedly. Hears you whimper, head back when Fulcrum suddenly loses his rhythm, hips snapping and he groans as he overloads, entire frame shuddering while he releases inside you. Only to go scrambling, slipping free of you and purging over the edge of the berth as you press your palms against your face.

• You’re not sure if you should laugh or cry as Fulcrum gets violently sick after releasing inside you and you startle when hands slide against the outside of your thighs, peeking at Misfire already mass displaced. And the Seeker is kneeling and dragging you up onto your knees into his frame. You see Spin poking at Fulcrum as the other mech slumps, head hanging over the edge of the berth and then Misfire is distracting you, his mouth covering yours.

• Shuddering as he weakly swats at Spinister when the mech nudges him with a servo, Fulcrum looks back at you in Misfire’s arms. Catches your eye and you look away, the Seeker’s wings lifting to block him from your view as he feels hollow and miserable inside. Wanting another chance, because he hadn’t meant to do that. To react like that to you. Why is he like this? You’d just been so soft, yielding under his servos and slick and hot inside. And he’s shuddering all over again as Misfire lays you back and claims you.

• Hips moving in slow drives, Misfire brushes his mouth against yours. Wanted you like a prize to claim, but seeing the hurt in those eyes at Fulcrum’s reaction reminds him of finding you that day trapped and scared. Needing them. Has anyone ever really needed him? Has always been the screwup, leaving a trail of collateral damage in his wake. Helm nudging your head as you gasp, little hands clinging to him, he wonders if he’d have shared you if you’d been his first, not Spin’s. It’s just casual interfacing, no emotions involved. Stress relief for all of you. That’s what he’d told Spin, told the others and himself, but he’s not sure that’s what he actually wants as those need darkened eyes stare up at him and he’s overloading, feeling a hollow disappointment when he can’t bring you with him and wondering if it’s because of how Fulcrum reacted to you.

Previous

[nyan-toaster]

how is our sweet d16 goin to eventually understand his little human? senator shockwave and megatronus have the advantage in that theyre fairly high up and can access info or jury rig it from the human tech they have available but... looks like d16s human will just have to use body language 😏

He’s definitely at a disadvantage, that human better be good at charades

Fight For You Pt 11

D 16 x Reader

• “What do you mean you stole it?” And why is he even surprised as he scowls at the little containers Orion is holding out. Venting, D 16 stretches out his legs and takes the containers to study them, then glances at you staring up at the glittering vista of Iacon stretching out around them as they sit on the roof. Breaking rules so casually now even though he feels awful about it. ‘If I call it borrowing will that make it better?’ Orion asks and you utter a startled chirp, pointing at the bright ribbon of road snaking like a living thing through the sky. ‘They needed food and some mechs keep organic pets.’ Venting, D 16 rumbles at his friend.

• Turning at a rattling, you stare as your mech shakes a container and you think of the old cat food commercials, pretty sure you should be really insulted. Stomach growling, you wander closer and point. “Is that food?” Please be food. Need water, too, your throat dry. And your mech opens the container and pinches something between his big servos, bending to offer it and you grab a basketball sized, gray thing that’s spongey to the touch. Is it food? Doesn’t really smell like food, almost musty smelling. Staring up at him, he mimes putting something in his mouth and chewing. Blowing out a breath, you tear at the thing and manage to pull off a chunk. Eyeing him and his buddy, you bite into it. And shudder.

• ‘I don’t think it likes it,’ Orion murmurs as you make a face, your chirping sounding disgruntled as you chew. Lifting the container, he vents and makes a face. “Yeah, I don’t blame them. Smell this,” he growls, shoving the container at Orion before picking up the second container while his friend clears his events in disgust. The other foodstuff is much softer, almost gelatinous like the fancy energon goodies he’s seen in shops and never been able to afford. Bending, he offers you one and you chuck the other food to his amusement.

• It can’t be worse, right? It probably can. Going up on tiptoes to tear at the stuff, it’s like jello that’s not quite set inside, running down your palms and fingers and when you lick some from the inside of your wrist, you freeze. And tear into the not-jello, eyes closing in relief. It’s not water, but it’s liquid enough on the inside to ease your throat and the taste is weird, but not as bad as the sponge pellet. Hear your mech growl at his buddy when you reach for more, belatedly hoping this stuff isn’t toxic to you.

• Amused as you chirp and flash your tiny, blunt teeth in a smile at him, he reaches to grab you another little cube and watches you eat. Feeling bad at how hungry you seem as you devour both little cubes and he really hopes these things have some nutritional value and aren’t just treats. ‘Maybe you should slow them down some,’ Orion says when he reaches for a third piece for you. ‘Until we know if that’s going to be compatible with their biology.’ And he stares at Orion, realizing what the other mech means with a suddenness that makes him ill as he takes the food away and you shoot him an offended look, hand out in demand, chirping. But he’s staring at Orion, his friend looking guilty. ‘None of the organic foods had pictures of anything like it,’ Orion says defensively.

Previous

[nyan-toaster]

Hello, Boo! I was having some wine with a few friends and chatting about all sorts of things, when the topic came up: embarrassing things that happened during the deed. That’s when I remembered this one time with my ex-boyfriend. I had just gotten home after almost a 12 hour shift, completely exhausted, and he wanted some. I was so tired that I literally fell asleep while giving him a bj… and I fell asleep with the thing still in my mouth. Oh my God, I’m so embarrassed about it and would never dare to say it outside of anonymity, but I thought it’d be fun to see some awkward yet funny moments between the reader and her respective mech.

🤣 oh no! That’s hilarious, though 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Misfires

Skywarp x Reader

• “Come on. A quickie,” he growls as you stare up at him and inhale slowly. Because he seriously woke you up to harass you for a blow job? “I’d do it for you.” No, he wouldn’t. He has just gone down on you when you’ve been sleeping to get you wet enough so you wake up confused to him rutting inside you, though. Twice. How does he think that’s the same thing? “Don’t be mean,” he pesters and you draw a leg up against your chest, resting a heel against him and pushing to try and get him to back off. And end up sliding yourself up the berth instead. “I need it.”

• Lying down with his chin on your belly, he grunts when you squirm and shove at his face. “You’re heavy, get off.” He’s trying to, but you’re not cooperating. Tries to do the thing you do, optics big and pleading as you groan at him. “Fine! Just get off, you’re crushing me with your fat head.” Grinning, he shifts back to sit, thighs spread and releases his spike while you scowl at him. “You’re like a damn teenager.” Has no idea what that is, but couldn’t care less as you grip his spike and that soft mouth slides against him to make him groan.

• Feel his servos tunnel into your hair as your mouth opens against the head of his spike, tasting the slick already beading at the tip. Sucking as your tongue slides against the underside, you shoot him a warning look to not thrust and try not to yawn. Hands pumping his length, you let your head bob as exhaustion tugs at you. The feel of those servos rubbing against your scalp not helping, just wanting to go back to sleep, but no. Your boyfriend is a horny, obnoxious brat sometimes.

• Shuddering and struggling not to thrust, he groans as your mouth moves against him, tongue sliding. Your head brushes against his chassis when you stop sucking, a hand sliding against his inner thigh. And you snort. “Why’d you stop?” He growls and venting, he leans back on his elbows to see you better. Realizing you’re sleeping again, drool sliding down his spike as his biolights pulse. Laughing despite himself, your head snaps up, tired eyes confused and he grabs you, dragging you with him when he lays down. “You know how insulting that is?”

• Flustered as he tucks you against his side, you wipe at your mouth. Embarrassed and annoyed, because you told him no, that you wanted to sleep. And he’s reaching with one hand to fist and pump his spike as his other arm tucks you close. “I told you I was too tired,” you mutter, hiding your face against his warm plating as he grunts and the wing under you both trembles. Yawning you’re already drifting again as he impatiently works his spike. Maybe you’ll blow him in the morning. Or maybe you’ll just sit on his face instead for being a jerk and waking you up at whatever unholy hour this is demanding you blow him. See how he likes it. Though, knowing him, he probably would like it.