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On my knees pleading for more of the Kup story

“Oh please lord Revel! Grant thy lowly mortal more of their favorite old mech!”

Seriously tho this story has been my favorite so far and was kinda sad to find out it only had a few chapters

Sure!

Don’t You Pt 8

Kup x Reader

• Coming online with a start when he hears Springer call his name, he cups his hand against where you’re sprawled on his chassis and carefully sits up. Feels you grab a servo, your sleepy eyes staring up at him as his spark warms. Gently setting you down in your little pile of blankets you won’t sleep in, preferring him, he pushes up and opens his habsuite door. And swallows a growl at the grim look on Springer’s face before his attention drops to the small, limp shape cupped in the other bot’s hands. “Frag,” he growls.

• Trying to figure out what’s going on, Kup moves slightly and you see the hand dangling as you flush cold all over. Because Springer has another human in his hands and they’re not moving. Heart racing, you stand to try and see better. “Are they okay?” You ask and Kup grimaces, glances at you and he’s ushering Springer out leaving you trapped on the berth. And he didn’t answer which is answer enough.

• Rumbling once they’re out in the corridor, Kup reaches to take the little human and Springer’s servos curl slightly as if to stop him. Denta grinding, he carefully ghosts a servo against the human’s throat. Relaxing a shade feeling a heartbeat, he vents. “Where’d you find them?” He asks, venting at the cuts and wounds bleeding freely. ‘Trapped among some tree roots. There was a predator after them,’ Springer murmurs, following him to their Medbay. Reaching, he grabs a new cleaning cloth and begins tearing strips. “Get them out of those coverings so we can see how bad it is.” Wishes he knew more about humans and their medicine. Patching up a bot is one thing, but a tiny human?

• Heat racing as you pace wrapped in a blanket, it seems like hours pass before Kup returns, his optics tired. “Are they okay?” You ask anxiously. Don’t even know this person, but they’re human and hurt. And Kup reaches out to tap a servo gently under your chin. ‘Yeah, kid. They’ll live,’ he says and you finally relax. Know how terrifying the jungle is and you shudder. Catching his servo, you insinuate yourself into his hand and lean into his palm, feeling his warmth.

• Clearing his vents slowly with a rumble, he gently curls his servos around you and eases back down on his berth. Transferring you and your blanket onto his chassis and keeping his servos loosely curled around you. Staring up at the ceiling, he can’t stop seeing those awful, shallow wounds on that other human. Knew humans were fragile, but hates the reminder. Springer had said the animal already had them in its mouth when he found them. A klik later and they might have been swallowed alive still screaming and he feels ill. Your kind too fragile, too small to survive out here. And there’s no going back to recharge even after you finally fall asleep.

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Saw this and got so excited. Went to the Blokees website hoping and saw jet wings Oppy instead 🤣 I feel betrayed

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More chain me free, perchance? I love your writing!

Sure!

Chain Me Free Pt 8

Tailgate x Reader x Cyclonus

• Clearing his vents with a little huff, he nods. And you’re just stroking his helm as he lays there staring up at you. “Yeah, he’s not a big fan of that,” he mutters. “I don’t know. It’s just, sometimes I feel like I’m too much.” Hears you make a noise and he’s momentarily distracted at the face you make, your expressions so startlingly mobile sometimes.

• “People are complicated,” you agree. “But if you love him, you learn to deal with it even if someone drives you crazy. Everyone’s a little weird.” And his visor brightens when his head tips to stare at you. “You and me? We’re both pegging his weirdness meter so hard he needed some space, but he’s going to come back soon because he loves you.” Hear his insecure and hopeful little ‘you think so’ and you nod seriously. Horns is a little old fashioned and stiff, but you’re pretty sure he’s in head over heels for Tailgate. “Hey, I wish someone looked at me like he looks at you.” Smiling and ignoring the bitter little truth at the heart of the words, you push at his helm. “Scoot, you’re heavy and my leg’s going to sleep.”

• Pacing the halls of the ship, he tries not to think of you and Tailgate laughing and smiling. Tells himself that it’s good the minibot is making friends. That he’s happy. Needs Tailgate to be happy, even if that means he gets replaced by someone else. Even if it hurts. Because Tailgate is good, kind and everything he’s not. Hadn’t been online for the war and wasn’t corrupted by it. Wants to protect that, to protect Tailgate’s happiness even at the cost of his own.

• Shifting to lay down, his head turns to watch you stretch out on your back beside him, your heads side by side and your bodies in opposite directions. “What’s your home like? Your world?” He asks and you’re silent to make him wince. Why had he asked that? Knows you want to go home, all the humans trapped on the ship do. “Sorry, I didn’t think.” And your eyes close as you slowly inhale and exhale like you’re gathering yourself.

• “I miss the sun. Summer rain when there’s lightning in the distance and the air smells alive,” you say, knowing those things don’t really tell him much. Don’t tell him about where you came from. “In the summer, it’s so hot the air feels thick and I remember walking barefoot on the concrete driveway when it’s so hot it almost hurts your feet.” Small things. Nothing too big or detailed, because if you try to think of the big picture, you might start crying. But you can handle fragments of the things you miss. “Vanilla ice cream melting to run down your fingers and cicadas screaming in the trees.”

• Gathering himself and opening the habsuite door, he stares at you both lying on the berth whispering to each other. And he feels like an intruder. But before he can back out the door, your head turns and you just stare at him, expression almost hurt. ‘What was your home like?’ You ask and Tailgate looks at him, too. Hesitating, he can’t look away from Tailgate’s visor as his spark aches. “Cybertron was never really home, but then my home isn’t a place,” he manages. Because his home, his everything is right there staring at him.

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In regards to my comment from before- could you imagine Optimus having a sparkling with a human, and it’s like the total opposite of lil Megatronus. An absolute troublemaker of a scamp. I’m not sure if Megatron would feel jealous his son isn’t as rambunctious, or satisfied knowing the sparkling is giving his enemy trouble.

🤣 I can see it

Sparklings

TFP Optimus x Reader. TFP Megatron x Reader

• Slowing when he spots Megatron’s big alt mode in the secluded area, he’s half afraid this is a trick of some sort. That he’s needlessly risking you and his son as he parks and feels you throw open his driver’s side door to slide out before leaning back inside to lift his son from the little car seat you’d insisted upon as the sparkling leans, hands out in demand and servos opening and closing. Transforming once you’re clear, for a tense moment, he’s ready to grab you both, transform and run. But then Megatron lets out his own human and sparkling before transforming.

• Rumbling softly as you settle his heir against your hip, the sparkling’s tiny servos fist in your shirt to make his harness underneath jingle. Growling softly at Optimus, Megatron waits on the other mech and his mate to come to him. Doesn’t like this or trust it, but needs to protect his sparkling and to make sure he won’t be subjected to the same class system he’d grown up with, assigned a role at creation and forced to live in that role with no chance to make his own choices. Those old ways have to die.

• Arms and back aching with Megatronus’s weight, you study the other human with the Autobot leader. And the sparkling squirming and leaning sideways in his carrier’s arms as they struggle to not drop him while he chirps and warbles in shrill demands. Feel your son make an uncertain noise and press his face against you in response. Forcing yourself to keep your smile firmly in place and to not back up closer to your mate, Optimus and his human stop before they reach you. As wary as you are. Or afraid of Megatron.

• Your son’s almost upside down as you fight to keep ahold of him. Which is hard enough with how heavy he is even when he’s not wiggling like crazy. Fumbling and giving up as he slowly slides down your body, his shoulders hitting the grass and he’s rolling. Getting to his wobbly peds before doing his uncoordinated toddler run for the other human and kid and falling before he gets halfway with a yelp. You hear the other sparkling whine and press his face tighter against his carrier as you glance at Megatron just staring impassively before jogging after your son. And having to drag him off the other human when he grabs their pant leg and tugs, nearly pulling them down.

• Staring as Optimus vents tiredly and his son leans toward you and Megatronus, Megatron growls when the other youngling screams, arms outstretched in demand. This sparkling not at all what he’d expected from the quiet Prime. “Let them interact. It’s why we’re here, isn’t it?” Megatron growls and he ignores the look you shoot him before you set Megatronus down and his son just clings to your leg, staring with wide optics and warbling uncertainly when Optimus’s son is set back down and runs right at him. Slamming into his son as they both go rolling and he has to crouch and hook a servo in the back of your shirt to keep you from separating the younglings. “They’re fine.” And his head lifts to find Optimus watching him, the other mech’s optics tired and guarded. Not trusting him, but he’d come anyway. He’s letting his sparkling play with a sparkling from a different class, something Megatron isn’t sure has happened since there’s been a class system. It’s not much, but it’s a start. “Do your Autobots know what you’re up to, I wonder?” He taunts, unable to help himself as his son warbles desperately for you while the other sparkling excitedly chirps and tries to drag him toward his own carrier.

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I would love to pamper TFP Ultra Magnus a little 🥺 there's this one scene where Optimus returns to base and everyone is happy to see him because they're all annoyed with Ultra Magnus while he stands alone in the back. That always makes me feel a bit bad for him

Sure! 🔞

Care

TFP Ultra Magnus x Reader

• It’s the way he’s just standing there as the others greet Optimus and no one even acknowledges him that does it. Know the bot is a pain in everyone’s butts with his strict formality and rules, but seeing him vent softly and turn away as he’s ignored bothers you. Groaning at yourself, you jog after him. “Mags, wait,” you call out and he glances back at you with a frown. But then, he’s kind of always frowning. Suspect he doesn’t know how to smile.

• “My designation is Ultra Magnus. Not Mags,” he rumbles, optics narrowing because of course it’s you. Sometimes he thinks you’ve been sent by Unicron straight from the Pit to torment him. And it doesn’t help that lately he’s started fantasizing about you in the privacy of his habsuite. That you play a starring, obscene role in his now nightly sessions. You raise your brows at him when his fans cycle on at that thought. Hating that you see him getting snubbed by the others. Knows they don’t like him, that they think he’s interfering.

• “You’re getting shit everywhere, Mags,” you blurt, cocking a hip and gesturing at the mud on his peds and leg plating. Because you were going to be nice, but if he’s going to give you attitude, he’s going to get it back with interest. “I was going to offer to hose you off, but I don’t think I want to now.” And you’re striding away from him in a huff. Before remembering that faint shift in his expression when everyone had ignored him to check on Optimus. No one caring that he made it back okay. “You coming or what, Mags?” You demand, spinning to walk backwards, hands spread slightly.

• Mags. Growling, he still finds himself following you even though he hates that he wants to believe you’re not messing with him. That maybe you at least don’t hate him despite your mocking and teasing. And you lead him to the modified wash racks, dragging a hose off a rack on the wall obviously sized for humans to reach and you point imperiously at a metal bench sized for a Cybertronian shorter than he is. “I can tend to myself,” he growls and you make a face at him.

• “Don’t go thinking this means we’re besties,” you mutter, dropping the hose and finding some of Bumblebee and Smokescreen’s car wash stuff. “This is just a one time truce, Mr. Rulebook, sir.” And he clears his vents noisily, but still sits to your surprise, the low bench making him draw his legs up against his chassis so he looks uncomfortably vulnerable. Just staring at you, expression blank. Probably not even going to thank you for this after. Probably thinking this is about all humans are good for and you dump soap into a bucket and roll up your sleeves before spraying his legs down.

• “Without rules there’s anarchy,” he mutters, his indignant words faltering when you bend and come up with a soapy sponge. And start washing him. Shifting uncomfortably when his spike stirs behind his modesty plating, he stares at you as you scrub the mud off his legs plating. Tending to him like a conjunx would and he wonders if you have any idea what you’re doing. If maybe this is just a new way for you to mess with him. ‘Maybe a little anarchy is what you need to win this war. Ever think of that?’ You counter, that sponge dipping into a seam to make him shudder. Can’t think of an appropriate response when you’re kneeling between his thighs, soft hands washing him and you look up at him as his spike hurts where it’s trapped.

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REVELBOO!!! GUESS WHAT! when I was in Melbourne on the weekend, I went into a hobby shop and on the 'new in' shelf, they had Transformers blokees!!!

I got 5 blind boxes, which had Bluestreak, Kickback, Swoop, Hook, and Scavenger, and two big boxes with tf1 Megatron and Sentinel

I was so pleased with all the little details they put into them, like how every character has a unique face shape and how Megatron and Sentinels eye light up!

And in a Lego shop, I found G1 Lego Bumblebee and soundwave!

Anyway, sorry for ranting, I hope you're doing well and looking after yourself. Your writing is amazing and gives me life!!<3

Nice! The Blokees are such fun to assemble

Stand Too Close Pt 24

Prowl x Reader

• What must you be thinking? Reeling from the intimacy of bonding, of seeing the truth of him and accepting it all. And he’d ran from you. Startling when Jazz lightly kicks him in the leg, he stares up at the other bot. ‘All that calculation and mapping out every possible outcome all the time, and you didn’t realize bailing on your brand new conjunx was going to screw them up? Sometimes you really are the dumbest smart person I know,’ Jazz mutters and he can’t really argue.

• Was it you? Keep wondering after he’d ran from you, because it had to have been you. He’d seen everything, seen your memories, the good and the bad, and he’d ran. Dressed in a loose robe, you dig your nails into your upper arms, the little bites of pain helping keep you together. Mostly. You’ve already bawled once and it had made you furious. You’d seen him, seen the truly awful things he’s done and you’d accepted that part of him. But he can’t accept all of you? It hurts more than you want to acknowledge.

• Swearing, he transforms and Jazz dances back, light on his peds to get clear when Prowl’s tires spin digging up ruts before he bounces across the yard and slides into the road, engine roaring. Hating himself as he speeds back to the Ark. Remembering how you’d looked on that step after he’d abandoned you the last time thinking he was doing the right thing. How lost and defeated your expression had been. And he’d done it to you again. After sparking you. Thinks of Mesothulas suddenly. The betrayal on the other mech’s face as he’d fallen backwards through the gate. Why can’t he stop hurting the ones that care for him?

• Pacing, you wonder what had been the breaking point. It’s not like you’ve ever killed anyone or done something that horrendous. But you’ve clawed and backstabbed your way up the corporate ladder most of your adult life. Telling yourself that the petty things you’d done to get one rung higher aren’t that bad. That this time you’d be satisfied, that you’d be happy. You never were, though. Stressed out and angry all the time, afraid of losing what little you had. Afraid that people looked at you and knew that your clothes were cheap knockoffs or second hand from thrift stores. That you didn’t belong.

• Almost clipping Smokescreen playing guard duty outside the base, he transforms while running. Ignoring the looks he’s getting from other bots in his urgency. Hadn’t loved Mesothulas, only what he could do until the mech became a problem. You’re not the same, he loves you. Except a bitter, jaded voice in the back of his processor is whispering that he loves power. Being in control and pulling all the strings. That’s what’s wrong with him. Peds sliding as he signals his habsuite door open, you turn, standing on top of his berth, and he sees the anger in your eyes right before you start crying and he’s crossing the room to you. Mass shifting and climbing up with you. “I didn’t think,” he growls and you smack a hand against his chassis when he pulls you to him.

• Shoving at him, then slapping him, because it’s easier to be angry. Less vulnerable to be furious with him instead of hurt and you’re still sobbing as you smack him again. Hating that he’s just letting you. “You left me again,” you scream in his face and you hate that, too. Hate that your voice breaks. That you love him. “You left.” And he’s gathering you to him as the anger drains away to leave a hollow ache and his chin rests on top of your head. He feels like home and you just want to scream at him. Want to hate him.

• “I know,” he says, rumbling softly as your breath hitches and he welcomes the hurt. Deserves it. “I was afraid,” he admits, hating owning up to it. “I’m not sure what kind of sire I’ll be. If I’ll just ruin our sparkling. I don’t want them to be like me.” You push at him suddenly, leaning back and brow furrowed. ‘What?’ You demand and he stares. Realizing you somehow don’t just know you’re sparked. “Our youngling you’re carrying,” he starts and you inhale when he splays his hand against the center of your chest. “You’re going to be a carrier.” And you rear back and slap him again.

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Revel. That angst from the RID/TFP Soundwave is just peak, I'm literally edging for more. LET MY SOUNDY MEET HIS BABY AND MATE. I BEG OF YOU. 😭😭

Sure

Lost Pt 2

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• His only sense of time is watching his sparklings grow, learning who they are while drifting like a ghost through their lives, unable to interact with them as time passes. His oldest almost as tall as you are now and helping you take care of the twins even though he’s a still a youngling himself. Hates that when the other Cybertronians had abandoned earth, you’d ran with the younglings. Maybe afraid the Autobots would take the younglings with them and leave you completely alone. Now you’re holed up in the abandoned Autobot base, raiding the dwindling supply of energon left behind for the kids and venturing into town to steal food for yourself only when you’re desperate. Watching you, he reaches out and his servos pass through you like they always do. Right there and out of reach.

• “Don’t cheat,” you say and your oldest huffs through his vents, but stops trying to stretch to let you make a mark on the wall where you’ve started tracking their heights. Going up on tiptoe to mark his, you smile. “Ta da.” And he turns to stare at the markings, his face serious as his tendrils coils behind him. He’s the most reminiscent of his dad and sometimes it hurts to look at him and you hate yourself for that. Reaching out, you lay a hand on his helm. “You’re going to be tall like your dad.” His gold optics flash at that, rocking back slightly. ‘I’m nothing like him,’ he growls, tendrils lashing before he stalks off and your chest aches. Because he’s started resenting Soundwave, seeing it as abandonment even though you’ve explained what happened. That Soundwave didn’t leave them because he wanted to.

• Spark aching as he watches you measure the twins, he hears Lazerbeak croak where he’s docked against his chassis and he stills. Feels it. Someone opening a faulty ground bridge that’s linked to the shadow zone. And he’s running out of the Autobot base, desperate to reach the gate. To go home. Wants to touch you, hold you. Transforming, he’s pushing his engine as hard as he can and it’s still not nearly fast enough. Feels the gate and it’s a relief when he finally sees it. Rushing at it and charging through, hearing the Cybertronians that accidentally opened the overlapping gates yelling, but they’re not his problem.

• Bending to pick up one of the twins when he reaches for you, your arms and back scream at his weight, making you stagger before your oldest takes him from you with a tendril and the younger sparkling wails a protest. “They’re too heavy for you,” he says like you don’t know that. But then he’s started trying to take care of you more and more, becoming almost overprotective. Taking over hunting energon and ranging into town at night to steal supplies for you even though you’ve asked him not to. “Organics are fragile,” he adds worriedly and you reach up to touch his arm. ‘I’m not made of glass.’

• Engine screaming as he rushes back to the old Autobot base, he wonders if those Cybertronians will pursue. If they’re that foolish, he’ll deal with them. They’re not important right now as he roars through the fake stone and hears you cry out when he transforms and lands. And you’re just staring at him, your hand over your mouth as his oldest tenses, tendrils writhing as he crouches to attack. Before hesitating. Making Soundwave wonder if his son still remembers him. The twins only look scared of him and it hurts as he stalks closer, mass shifting and reaching out a servo to brush against the back of your hand. Feeling the warmth of you. Hears you sob as you throw yourself at him and he wraps himself around you, tendrils gathering his younglings and feeling his oldest resist, expression angry and hurt.

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Hi, thank you for all the glorious Transformers smut! I was wondering if you’ll continue the Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Reader story? I want to know can they share at the same time. Or do they end up fighting over who has had more time?

Sure! They sort of share well 🔞 mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Can’t Finish What You Started Pt 19

Sunstreaker x Reader x Sideswipe

• Waking up pleasantly sore, you realize you’re sprawled halfway on Sunstreaker and that Sideswipe has a hand wrapped around your ankle like he thought you might escape while he was out. Not that you’re planning on going anywhere. Can’t even remember how many rounds you went with the two of them, but your muscles feel like jelly. Chin on Sunny, you study his face while he recharges, the harsh, serious lines of his alien face relaxed right now. And it jangles through you that they want this to be casual. But you’re not sure that you can do casual sex with them.

• Rumbling as he comes online to the feel of soft fingertips ghosting over his cheek and jaw, his head lifts to stare at you. And you flush looking guilty, like you think you’re not allowed to touch him. It’s hilarious you’d think that after everything he did with you. To you. “You don’t have to stop,” he growls and your eyes flick up to meet his optics and away. But you trace a finger against his bottom lip and he watches you. Wonders what you’re thinking as you map him out through touch. If you regret last night.

• “It’s just sex, right? Nothing else,” you make yourself say and he clears his vents with a little huff. ‘Of course,’ he answers and it takes a force of will to not react. To pretend that answer doesn’t bother you. Had thought you’d be okay with that, but now it’s suddenly bothering you. Don’t want it to mean so little and it’s silly. This isn’t a real relationship. You’re not dating either of them. Only here because Sideswipe had revealed himself to you and by Optimus’s stupid rules, that meant you got dragged to the Ark to live with him where you can’t run screaming about aliens to the government.

• Thought that was the answer you wanted, but you don’t look happy. Expression emptying as you nod and echo ‘right, of course’ back at him. Like maybe you’re no happier about that idea than he is. Because it’s definitely not just interfacing. You’re theirs. Have been for some time even if he’d been reluctant to admit it and just claim you. You’d been theirs the moment Sideswipe brought you home even if he hadn’t known it then. Hadn’t meant to get attached, to like you.

• Stretching lazily as he comes online, Sideswipe drags you closer to make you gasp. And Sunny vents at him, rumbling a warning when Sideswipe straddles your thighs and cages you with his frame, face pressed against the back of your neck. “Morning little conjunx,” he growls, feeling and ignoring Sunny’s scowl. Because you are and he’s going to mark you with himself, decorate you in his red. Hears your sleepy protest when he mouths your neck, his spike stirring against your butt imagining you wearing part of him. Choosing him and wearing it for everyone to see before he bonds you. Though, you’d be wearing Sunny’s conjunx gift, wouldn’t you? Had found you for Sunny, but now he doesn’t want to give you up. But bonding you? That’s meant for Sunny, not him. Interfacing all he’s allowed and the thought leaves him oddly empty.

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[revelboo]

revel!! Please I BEG YOU, more of our favourite ugly puppy bug (waspinator)

He's so pookie, so wet dog coded, please feed me 🌸💞

(when you're not busy ofc)

He is a sad, wet dog

Worker Bee Pt 34

Waspinator x Reader

• “This is nice, right?” You say, though the enormous habsuite they’ve given you both is sized to him, not you. Everything out of reach to make you feel tiny. The Autobots had gifted you a bin of mismatched clothes in a variety of sizes, several cases of water, a small mountain of pillows and blankets, and dried food in a goodwill gesture that you do appreciate. But you’re still missing your stuff left behind and while it’s too dangerous for you to go fetch, you wonder if you can convince one of bots to go and get your stuff. Your books, your clothes, your mattress.

• Wings flicking as he looks around, Waspinator vents. “Better than Waspinator’s storage room,” he decides and you turn to stare at him to make his antenna flatten back. And you inhale slowly. Did he say something wrong? ‘You slept in a storage room?’ You demand and he flinches at your tone, but then you’re opening your arms for him and hugging him. ‘Screw those guys,’ you growl as he presses his face against your neck and relaxes.

• Sighing at your pitiful, ugly puppy, you hate that he’s so used to being casually mistreated that he doesn’t see anything wrong with it. And he just looks slightly puzzled when you pull back, like he doesn’t understand why the Decepticons shoving him into a storage room instead of letting him have an actual room was a bad thing. Inhaling slowly, you cup his face in your hands and his mandibles flex.

• Leaning forward to bump his head against yours, Waspinator curls his servos around your upper arm. “Waspinator do good? Little mate happy?” He asks and you huff out a little laugh to worry him, his antenna flattening back slightly. Of course you not happy. Had to leave your home because of him. Always messing up and now it’s costing you. Probably hate him. Everyone eventually does. Feels you tug on a mandible and you brush your mouth against his, surprising him.

• “Come on, feel like meeting the neighbors?” You ask him as his wings flare slightly, the mech whining softly. But he still lets you grab him by the wrist and tug him to the giant door that you can’t open and he lifts a hand to somehow signal the door open. Leading the way when he just freezes anxiously whining, you look around. Pulling him along as you stride through the halls keeping close to the wall. And he snarls a warning when a bot walks by a bit too close for comfort. Heart racing, you feel Wasp wrap his arms around you from behind and you shriek as he goes air born, startling nearby Autobots.

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Hey revel I’m about to fly alone for the first time and I am STRESSING

Could I possibly get Brainstorm comforting a scared reader? I love him and I love your writing it’s just so peak

Sure!

Stress

Brainstorm x Reader

• Venting, he glances at you and he can feel your field crackling against him even though he’s not even touching you. And your fear needles at him, making him anxious. “Okay, look, you’ve got to stop that.” Reaching out, he cups his hands around you and picks you up, striding out of the lab and into his habsuite with you. Taking you somewhere quiet because your fear is a bit too familiar. And uncomfortable.

• Heart racing, you lean into his hands as his servos rub at your back and arms almost too roughly. And you don’t even know what set you off, really. The fear and anxiety coming out of nowhere to blindside you. Your brain your own worst enemy sometimes as you overwhelm yourself worrying over nothing. Know it’s just you and it’s irrational, but you can’t seem to stop. “Sorry,” you say, eyes closed as you try to slow your breathing.

• Servos rubbing over you trying to distract you, he feels you take a shuddering breath. “Don’t apologize for things you can’t help,” he mutters. “You’re allowed to be scared, you just don’t let it control you.” Pacing with you in his hands, he vents and keeps rubbing. Because you’re stressing him out, especially now that he’s touching you. Wants to set you on his berth and go back into the lab so he can calm himself down and his jaw works behind his battle mask instead. “Tell me three things you see,” he growls.

• Blinking at the weird order, you look up at him as he makes a circuit around the habsuite. ‘Three things,’ he insists. “Uh, you? I see you. The berth? And um, the wall?” You manage, confused and he nods slowly, still walking and rubbing at your spine. ‘Three colors,’ he says and you smile weakly. “I know what you’re doing,” you say. “And thank you.” Venting at you, he presses a servo against your cheek to nudge your head. ‘Colors.’

• “Blue, red, and yellow,” you tell him and your field doesn’t feel like an assault now. Slowing his pacing, he clears his vents. ‘We good?’ He asks and you nod. Carrying you back into the lab, he sees Perceptor watching him and he ignores the other mech and his faint, knowing smile, his own human looking up. Striding back over to his area, he sets you on the counter and watches you move to push one of his tools closer. And he’s calmer with you calm.

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So, in your Soft series with Megs and Max, it's one human assigned to each bot, yeah? And the care they give to their bots is like that of a conjunx endura. Do you think any of the bots or cons get it in their helms that the humans are intentionally trying to become their mates in like a matchmaker/arranged marriage sort of deal?

I feel like there's a good number of bots that would just eagerly accept their new little squishy conjunx. Like their assigned human comes to pamper them one day and brings them a cube of energon because maybe they missed their morning refueling or something, and the bot's just 👀 Tiny Mate? Littlest Conjunx? Love Of My Life? And the next day the human meets them and the bot is giving them a damn conjunx gift. The bot goes to the human's higher-ups like "Thank you so much for introducing us to our new conjunxes, we will be telling tales of your kindness to our sparklings."

((Optimus. It's Optimus that comes to mind most with this behavior))

🤣 Government assigning a human to care for each of these bots in the hopes of keeping them happy so they don’t decide to restart their millennia long war on our world and accidentally creating so many mixed species arranged marriages because they know jack about Cybertronian culture

Pretty much 🤣

Soft

Optimus x Reader

• “Sorry I’m late, sir,” you call out as you drag the cart with his energon into the hangar and spot the big mech sitting on the edge of his berth. Had hoped he’d returned to his hangar when you hadn’t found him in his usual spot waiting on his bath. “Mandatory meeting.” Which had pretty much been management telling all of you that you’d signed a liability waiver when you’d taken the sign on bonus. Effectively dismissing a couple of your coworkers complaining that their assigned Cybertronians were getting handsy and management had tiredly pointed out that it’s not like the massive aliens can actually do anything. Pretty much telling all of you to suck it up, but luckily your bot is a total gentleman.

• Leaning forward, he reaches for a cube of energon and lifts it. “I was beginning to worry about you,” he admits and you smile up at him as you swing down your backpack to pull out your cleaning supplies, including those oils you work into his seams with those gentle fingers and he rumbles, sipping his energon. ‘You didn’t want a bath today?’ You ask and he shakes his head, servos nervously reaching to pick up the tiny box with the delicate, worked metal of his offering. “I have something for you.” If you’ll accept it. Accept him as your conjunx. Had been surprised at first when you’d approached him. Wary of the humans trying to arrange a conjunx for him, but he’d humored the little organics to not offend them.

• Straightening, you move closer to see what he has and you stare at the red and blue metal filigree work, a chain attached to each end. A necklace? Smiling in confusion, you lift it from the box, because your biggest order from management? Not to offend them and to play along with their demands no matter how ridiculous. “Oh, it’s beautiful,” you say, lifting the necklace and draping it against yourself, modeling it for him as you fumble until you figure out the clasp. “Thank you.”

• Clearing his vents slowly, he leans and his servos wrap around you. Hears you suck in a sharp breath as he lays back, rumbling and settles you on his chassis. Hadn’t really had the time with the war to even think of taking a conjunx, his duties, his people always needing all of his time. “I’ll try to honor you by being a good conjunx,” he says, servos running over your soft form. And you stare up at him, eyes widening.

• A good what? What’s happening? You’d kind of doubted your coworkers who’d complained about their mechs getting grabby, because Optimus has always behaved. “Um, I think there’s been a miscommunication, sir,” you try as his servos press against your belly and thighs. Gently squeezing you like you’re his personal stress toy. And you gasp when he pulls you to his face, his battle mask retracting before his lips brush against your torso and you try to wiggle free. What’s happening?!

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Please please please more soft with Janitor/car wash(?) MC! Any bot, maybe more megs, maybe more Fort Max! I NEED ALL THE BOTS TO FEEL LOVED CUZ THEY DESERVE IT! And more flustered panicked humans cuz its funny as hell <3

Much love, TY for your amazing writing 💜💜💜

These poor humans don’t get paid enough for this. They’re getting assigned to one particular Cybertronian to tend to as a goodwill gesture and these mechs are loving being pampered and taken care of, but since it’s the same person tending to them daily like a conjunx would, they’re carrying that human’s scent on them and it gets complicated fast.

Soft Pt 2

Fort Max x Reader

• You can’t get wrote up for not doing your job if you got nabbed by your assigned mech and he won’t let you go, right? Not entirely sure, you’re sweating in the sun, the huge mech under you already warm and now his plating is getting uncomfortable. Making you worry he might accidentally burn you as his servos slide against your side and back while he rumbles lazily. “Sir, I really need to get back to work,” you try for the fourth time, voice desperate. Really not wanting your boss to come looking for you and find you like this. Because somehow it’s going to be your fault.

• Rumbling lazily, optics shuttered he slides a servo up between your shoulder blades as the servos of his other hand gently press against the softness of your thigh. “You’re assigned to care for me,” he mumbles. And that’s what you’re doing. Needs this, a chance to relax and he hears you sigh. You’re his, aren’t you? Given to him to help and right now you are. Feels your forehead thump down against his chassis and he smiles faintly when you groan. What’s so wrong with taking a break with him?

• Maybe you need to say something to your supervisor? Except, what would you say? Help, the giant alien we really don’t want to make angry likes to cuddle? “I do have other assignments, sir,” you mumble hopelessly, hanging onto protocol with a death grip because you have no idea what to do. He’s not hurting you. Just touching. Inappropriately. Squirming when his servo brushes against your butt and presses down like your soft body is his own personal fidget toy, you remind yourself that you can’t swat him without risking causing an intergalactic incident.

• “Do you?” He rumbles, fighting the urge to roll onto his side and press his face against your softness. Technically, so does he, but he’s in no hurry to move or leave you. There’s the errant thought that he could just keep you, you’re too small to stop him, but he doesn’t want to upset you. Venting to pull your familiar scent deep, his servos wander. You’re so sweet and warm. Like a reward for fighting to uphold Cybertron’s laws for so many millennia. “Tell me about them.”

• And one of his servos is sliding up between your thighs as you try to firmly press your legs together. Is it still harassment if it’s being done by a giant, alien robot that probably has no idea what sex is? He’s still feeling you up though and you struggle onto your side, pushing at his servos as he rumbles under you. You’re really not getting paid enough for this as your arms strain, knowing he’s letting you keep his hand at bay because it amuses him. As soon as it doesn’t, you’re getting felt up again and you know it. “I have to type up my report, sir.” Not that you can put this in it. Gasping when he curls his servos around you and rolls to push up onto his peds, you cling to his hand. Where’s he taking you now? “Sir?”

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I wanna throw so many Bots a birthday party—

Like, full on homemade cake, balloons everywhere and stupid party hats birthday party-

TFP Ratchet, my Insecticon babies, Fort Max, Wapinator, Nickel (I know you don’t write femmes, just can’t remove my girl), METROPLEX-

They definitely need to relax and party

Treat

Insecticons x Reader

• “Hey!” Smacking a wooden spoon against the back of Kickback’s hand, you lunge for the spray bottle you’ve started keeping in the kitchen and squirt the big Insecticon in the face to send him hissing out of the kitchen. Glaring at him as he lingers in the hall, you point the spoon at him in threat. Because you’re going to finish this without one of your husbands getting into the food. Hear your smallest chirp where he’s hanging in his makeshift harness on your back, his weight now familiar.

• Hissing and slavering, Kickback paces and watches you sculpting semisolid energon into some sort of loaf, carefully using an energon that’s slightly more set to form flowers. Wasting time to make the food pretty. Venting at you, he wipes his face and his antenna fold back as the sparkling on your back warbles and kicks its chubby legs. “It’s not like they’d know if I had a bite,” he coaxes and your hands still slightly, body swaying forward at the compulsion in his voice before you shudder and lunge to grab a glass and throw it, sending him scurrying out with a laugh.

• “Stop harassing our little queen,” Bombshell growls, head turning to stare at Kickback. And Shrapnel snarls at him, annoyed with the interruption to their sparring in an attempt to teach the younglings watching them with wide optics. Doubts much is sinking in though as one youngling mouths his servos. ‘There’s food and I’m hungry,’ Kickback hisses sulkily and Bombshell clears his vents with a huff. “You’re always hungry.” They all are. Hunger an inescapable part of being an Insecticon.

• Growling because Bombshell’s ignoring him, Shrapnel lunges and hits his brother low, knocking the other mech down. And Bomshell snarls, flashing his denta in threat as they roll and punch. “Really?” You demand tiredly and Shrapnel snarls when Bombshell shoves his face down against the floor, taking advantage of his distraction. “Cut it out,” you growl as he stares up at you and the ridiculously decorated semisolid energon confection you have on a tray, immediately drooling.

• Tensing when Kickback heads for you, you’re backpedaling, eyes narrowed. “This isn’t for you. It’s for the kids,” you warn him and you ignore his offended look as you carry the energon cake past him and frown at Bombshell and Shrapnel on the floor. “If you acted better, maybe I’d make you a cake, too.” Carefully kneeling, you set the cake down and your skin prickles feeling the kids all staring in open interest and you’re half scared your mates are going to mob you for the cake. Shrugging the harness off to pull Benji loose, you set him in front of the cake. “Okay, we’re going to behave and everyone is going to get a slice.” And you’re reaching for the butter knife you stuck in your back pocket to cut slices when Benji falls face first into the cake at the same time the kids swarm you, chirping in demand. Can hear your mates laughing as you try and get order before giving up and just letting them snatch fistfuls to eat. Trying to civilize your swarm of kids going about as well as trying to civilize their awful dads.

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This is so cute! 💕

I present fanart heavily inspired by @revelboo 's Rumble x Reader x Frenzy 'Stress' scenario <3333

I love all her stories so much and read through most of em, there's some characters I don't even interact with content of on the regular but I will sit and read through the updates to their storylines 😅

I highly suggest reading her stuff if you're looking for x reader content!!!

This was actually sketched like a week before I sent the ask but the similarity in the scenario is funny

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You should look up TF RID when soundwave is there. Look up RID soundwave returns, And what I REALLY want to know:

is Soundwaves human still alive and waiting for him with their sparkling (probably grown now)

Is MC betrayed? or relieved he is still alive and didnt leave them but was disappeared

OR WORST CASE! MC died, sparkling making do somehow in decepticon ranks. Always down for some angst

I am so so curious

I skip some of the cannon events in the series- if Soundwave gets chucked into the shadowzone, he’ll get rescued fairly quickly, but for the sake of angst…

Lost

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Fingers tightening on the steering wheel, you blow out a shaky breath and drive into solid rock, and your skin prickles as your old car rolls through the hologram disguising the Autobot base. And two of them are there waiting. The Prime and his medic. Heart racing just like every other time, you shut off the engine and glance up at the rearview mirror and your three kids napping in the back seat before you get out. Because that’s part of the deal you made. You get the energon your kids need to survive and the Autobot medic runs his scans on you and them. For once the medic has nothing to say about the fact that you’ve dressed the kids in loose hoodies and sweats, but it makes it easier to smuggle them in and out of the apartment. Though they’re growing so fast, you’re going to start having issues soon.

• Watches you open the back door and lift his oldest out, the youngling yawning and clinging to you as you bend and set him on his little peds to get his siblings out. And his spark hurts as he lifts an arm, servos passing through his oldest son. Just like they pass through you when he lays down beside you and listens to you cry at night with his sparklings curled against you in the single bed. Missing him, grieving him, even though he’s right there. A ghost unable to do anything except keep you alive. Shifting his plating when he has the chance so his spark can arc and find you, keeping the bond alive even though he can’t even feel you when he does it and he’s sure you can’t feel him.

• Tiredly watching the medic scan your kids, then you, you’re aware of Optimus loading cubes of energon in the trunk. ‘You could stay here. You’d be welcomed,’ the big bot says and you bend to pick up one of the twins, back and arms aching with his weight. You wonder why he keeps offering knowing you’re going to say no. Just because you’d been afraid to stay on the Nemesis and had ran, smuggling your kids out the second you got a chance through an unsupervised space bridge, doesn’t mean you trust them. “We’re fine,” you mutter.

• You’re not fine. Exhausted all the time, stretched thin despite his attempts to bond you. Knows you’re struggling more and more, having a harder time staying awake. And he feels it, too. Needs you to anchor him like you need him and you’re both slowly failing. Tendrils reaching out and passing through you when you turn and carry one of the twins back to your vehicle. Taking them back to that dirty, too small apartment you’ve found. Hears Optimus telling you that the offer stands if you change your mind and he hates the other mech as much as he’s thankful for him giving you energon so his sparklings don’t starve. Understands that you’d been scared of the other Decepticons, but he wishes you’d stayed on the Nemesis. Wants to believe Megatron would have taken care of his younglings. Of you.

• It’s a relief to leave the Autobots behind, to drive back to that crappy apartment building you’d found cheap. Sneaking the kids inside while no one is around and locking the thin door, you sit on the sagging mattress and watch the two youngest sit on the stained carpet to play with their toys. Your oldest climbs up with you and when you lay down on the bed, he curls into your arms, face against your neck, old enough to understand that everything isn’t okay. Old enough to remember his dad and it hurts that the twins might not. Sometimes you can swear he’s still here. That you can feel his tendrils coiled around you when you sleep and you’re crying again, aware of your two smaller children coming to pull at the blankets, unable to climb up with you without help. Leaning to pull them up, you lay on your side feeling them curl close, one crying because you’re crying. “We’re okay,” you whisper, feeling awful for upsetting them. And you pretend that Soundwave’s curled against your back, an arm draped across you. That you can hear the soft hum of his internal systems as you try to not break down completely.

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You guys are tempting me to actually watch this series… Grim is such a sweetie

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Okay, so you know the Transformers Fandom child for Breakdown and Knockout? Wildbreak in R.I.D 2015. And like-

He is so nervous but also a cpcky decepticon. I was just asking if you had heard of him hopefully? And if you could write a scenario for him? Just like first meeting, please?

I hadn’t, but I watched an episode of RID with him out of curiosity and he’s adorably awkward

Caramel

Wildbreak x Reader

• Slowing in the middle of the empty road, he shifts on his shocks. Knows better. That he’s going to get punished if he gets caught doing this. That he might end up getting you hurt and doesn’t want that. So why can’t he keep away? Transforming, he slips into the trees lining the road and moves through the woods. Never really paid attention to squishies. Hadn’t wanted to. Venting softly as his engine rumbles, he keeps his distance from the house and sits to wait.

• And there you are right on schedule, coming out of your house with that bright yellow cup in your hand. Watches you cross the porch to lean against the rail, staring out at the woods but never seeing him. To think Dragstrip had told him that he couldn’t be stealthy to save his own life. Rumbling as he drops lower into a crouch, he watches you sip at whatever’s in the cup. Imagines actually walking over and talking to you and even in his daydreams, he has no idea what to say.

• It’s back. Huge, metal robot just crouching like a hungry dog in the trees and staring at you, his yellow optics glowing. You’d been scared the first time you’d spotted the monster from the kitchen window. Had watched him wander up to the house, looking in windows curiously. Heart racing wondering what he’d wanted but then he’d knocked over one of your big planters. And he’d absolutely panicked, trying to pick it up, dropping and breaking it, staring at it with wide optics, looking around, and then picking it up and chucking it like a football into the trees. The running and falling in the yard to get into the shelter of the tree line like he was afraid of you. It’s hard to be that scared of him after that.

• Almost wishes Dragstrip could see him, because he’s stealth incarnate. Blending into the shadows as he watches you. And you’re looking right at him and can’t see him. Suspect nothing. Oblivious. “You know I can see you, right?” You call and he yelps, scrambling to get away, braining himself with a branch when he tries to turn and run. Snarling when he gets tangled in brambles and trips over his own peds, he looks back and winces because you’ve crossed the yard, head tilted as you study him sprawled in the leaves. “You okay?”

• Those yellow optics are wide as he just stares and you fight a smile. “I didn’t fall,” he blurts. “That was tactical.” Raising your eyebrows, you’re aware that he’s much bigger than you are. That he can really hurt you if he wants to. But it’s hard to be scared of him when he’d screamed like a little girl when you’d spoken to him. Apparently really thinking he was hidden somehow. “I was testing you,” he adds, trying to get up and nearly falling again, thick brambles wrapped around one of his legs and stuck in the seams around his big ped. ‘Hang on and I’ll get some shears and cut you loose,’ you tell him, sipping your coffee as you start back up the yard to the shop. After you free him, he can explain being a creep and stalking you.

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Question!! Would any mech be interested in soft cuddle sex? Just nice normal cuddling that just somehow gets them so worked up they just need to sheath themselves inside their tiny mate.

-Friendly neighborhood transformer lover-

I think most of them would! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Soft

ES Bumblebee x Reader

• Smiling when your blanket is flipped back and you hear him growl at finding you naked, you feel an arm curl around you and pull you back against his warm frame when he lays down. And Bumblebee’s mouth slides against the back of your shoulder. A big hand catches yours, servos rubbing against your palm and you feel his thigh slide against yours. “I missed you last night,” you whisper as his mouth ghosts along your neck behind an ear. Before he nips at an earlobe.

• Likes that thought. That you missed him. Wonders if you couldn’t sleep without his frame against you, if you missed the thrum of his spark like he missed the steady sound of your breathing, your heartbeat. Sucking and nipping your earlobe makes you shiver against him, your breath catching. And your scent shifts for him when he vents to make him rumble and you’re pushing back against him.

• “I missed you, too,” he growls before his denta graze your throat. Feel him shifting against your back, one of his palms sliding down your naked body. And one of his knees slides against the back of yours. ‘You could just stay here,’ you suggest before you can second guess yourself and he rumbles, fans getting louder. Know he recharges at the Malto’s most nights, but why not here? With you? Sometimes he spends the night, but not every night. When he doesn’t answer, you flush wondering if he’s not ready for that step in your relationship.

• Growling as you ask him to stay with you, he cups you and you squirm against him with a gasp. Stroking until you’re slick for him and it’s a relief to free his spike to pressurize. Lifting your thigh slightly and sheathing himself in your tight, welcoming heat with a groan. “You want me to stay?” He asks, hips barely rocking against you, just savoring the feel of you. Servos flexing against your soft thigh when your head falls back against him, his engine rumbles. Do you really mean it? You’re already making his instincts crazy, so often has your scent clinging to him through the day after spending a night with you. You’re his, but not bonded to him and any time he sees you talking to anyone else, his engine rumbles.

• Reaching back to cup his cheek, you can feel his spike stretching you, feel every ridge. “Stay,” you gasp as he finally begins to move, lazily stroking inside you in unhurried surges. Grabbing his wrist when his hand slides to press against your lower belly, he rumbles in your ear. ‘You want me? Want all of me?’ He asks, low voice almost a possessive growl that shivers through you. “Yes,” you moan, as his mouth closes on your shoulder in a soft bite. And you feel his playing shift at your back a heartbeat before his spark snares you and you shatter.

A friend sent me these on Discord from Milne’s TikTok. They’re from the new Hot Motor Oil and I had to share these two 🤣

[revelboo]

I've very recently gotten into the fandom (with barely any knowledge) mainly for Megatron. But I must admit you've made me a ratchet simp...I like him so much. You write him (and the others) so beautifully.

I must admit that it was a nice surprise to see your latest post about yandere ratchet.... So could I humbly ask for a yandere ratchet with a reader that doesn't eat (either refuses or just doesn't so it enough, as they should,).

Have a lovely day!

Sure! Yandere!Ratchet

Care

TFP Ratchet x Reader

• Doesn’t know what started this, but he’s over it. Watching you pick at yo your food had been bad enough, but now you’ve stopped eating. And if he could figure out who’s done this to you, made you feel like you shouldn’t eat, well, it’s a big desert and there are a lot of things that can happen to a human. They can die in the funniest ways. Especially if he finds out who they are and what they said. “You’re not eating again?” He asks as you look up from helping him sterilize tools. “You usually take your meal break before now.”

• Avoiding his optics, you shrug. “I’m not really hungry,” you lie and he rumbles softly, those big hands slowly replacing the clean tools where they go. He’s watching you from the corner of his optic like he’s waiting for you to keep talking, but you doubt he’d understand weight insecurity at all anyway. Shoulders hunching, you shrug. “I’ll eat later.”

• “I miss sharing a meal together,” he says, watching those soft hands work. And he’s been ignoring it, trying to let you work through whatever this is on your own, but he’s at his limit. You’re here with him most of the day and now you’re not eating the whole time. Had wanted to believe maybe you were eating before you came out to the base and again after. Not nearly enough, but he’d thought you were at least eating. But if you’re not? Then maybe you should stay here under his supervision.

• “I know,” you mumble, guiltily, because you like sitting down with the medic and talking as you eat your lunch. Look forward to time alone with him, he’s the calm you need. Like listening to him talk, the patient way he explains what he’s doing when he’s working on something or someone. He makes you feel welcome, like you’re not bothering him with your questions. “I miss it, too,” you admit.

• Servos flexing, he imagines dragging you into his lap. Hand feeding you. Just to be sure you eat, because if you won’t take care of yourself, he will. You’re his responsibility. His to care for and protect. Even from yourself if necessary. And it is necessary when you obviously need his intervention. You might fuss at first, argue about it, but you’ll come around. You’ll eventually understand that everything he does is for you. Reaching out, he uses a servo to tip your chin up and make you meet his optics. “You know I care for you. That I worry,” he rumbles and you smile hesitantly at him. It’s really for the best that you stay with him, safe from everything and everyone that might harm you. No one else loves you like he does and you’re under his care. It’s his responsibility as a medic to look after you.