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[cyberrose2001]

Not a request, I just made myself sad over fictional alien robots: Human lifespans are minuscule compared to transformers and a relationship between the two would always end in tragedy; whether it’s a breakup, either of them dying prematurely, or the transformer watching their human grow old and die without them.

Even if an afterlife is a thing, there’s no guarantee they’ll ever meet again as a spark does not function the same way as a human soul.

sorry for the late reply aaaaaa

i think about this all the time, honestly. It would be so painful for a cybertronian to lose a friend, platonic or romantically. It might even make them realise how precious life really is in the universe, and help them understand how painfully long their life span is.

Imagine living millions of years after your human companion/lover passes away, slowly forgetting what your human companion/lover looked like, what their touch felt like.

Or maybe millions of years of heartbreak. How fucking painful.

In regards to the afterlife, I feel there would be a chance for humans and cybertronians to reunite because you can neither create nor destroy energy. It flows through the universe, constantly changing. They may not meet in the same forms or remember them at all. But I like to think there would be a buzz of familiarity, a spark of home, when their energies intermingle for the first time in millennia.

[cyberrose2001]

"And if they call me a slut You know it might be worth it for once And if I'm gonna be drunk Might as well be drunk in love"

-- "Slut!" by Taylor Swift

[cyberrose2001]

i feel accomplished today :>

1 rep max @ 100kg deadlift

1 rep max @ 75kg for back squat

and 1 rep max @ 47.5kg for bench press

have i reached muscle mommy status yet

[cyberrose2001]

If you haven't read Fortuna Primigenia by @ss-shitstorm then you are literally insane because I am consumed whole by it. ((ANOTHER ONE THAT I AM 3 YEARS LATE TO)) Anyways just assume literally any OP or Ratchet x reader/self insert art I make ever from now on is based off of this fic because it's one of those game changer ones.

[cyberrose2001]

Summer Fun ☀️ | pt. 1

[cyberrose2001]

Announcement

Hello everyone! I've come here with sad news that @uselessmicrowave can no longer gain access to his account.

If you follow @uselessmicrowave or regulary read his fics, he can now be found at @uselessmacrowave.

Please give him all the love, as he is understandably very upset about this :(

And if possible, please reblog this to spread the word so this may reach as many people as possible!

@uselessmacrowave @uselessmacrowave @uselessmacrowave

[cyberrose2001]

survived 🙏 time for bed-byes

hour 15 of my 18 hour shift:

- surviving off left over hospital food and two chicken tenders i microwaved for a little bit too long

- fell asleep at the desk for ten minutes maybe

- shivering and yawning constantly because its cold and i forgot my jacket fuck

- no sleep for nearly 24 hours, and realised that it will be close to 30 hours by the time i get home

- hewlp me uwu

[cyberrose2001]

hour 15 of my 18 hour shift:

- surviving off left over hospital food and two chicken tenders i microwaved for a little bit too long

- fell asleep at the desk for ten minutes maybe

- shivering and yawning constantly because its cold and i forgot my jacket fuck

- no sleep for nearly 24 hours, and realised that it will be close to 30 hours by the time i get home

- hewlp me uwu

[cyberrose2001]

hghhh the missile is very tired, eebhhy... long day of splashing bandits (writing)... wants to take just an small sleebn (coma)... nibsile sleeby and need bed-bye time (doom scroll tiktok)

[cyberrose2001]

Heyo! Could you write cuddling hcs for tfp, tfa and RID bumblebee? Reader is a gn plus size human btw. If it’s too many then just tfp and RID then pls ^-^ thank you!!

Bumblebee Cuddling Headcanons (sfw)

Heyooo thank you for requesting!! Haven't written hcs in a while so it's been a nice refresher!

Reader is implied to be plus sized, gender neutral and human

TFP

- The sweetest, with the gentleness of a saint.

- He will constantly beep for permission before even laying a servo on you, knowing how important it is to not push you into doing anything you dislike.

- Despite his exuberant personality, he's very timid regarding physical touch. You'll need to take the lead to give him some encouragement.

- "It's okay, Bee, c'mere."

- If you accept and take the lead, there will be no shortage of soft touches. Bee just loves how soft you feel pressed against him.

- Lay on him. Please. You're not heavy to him at all. Lay on his chest or cradle in his neck, wherever you feel most safe, as long as he can touch you.

- Will give you gentle head nudges and nuzzles in place of kisses.

RID15

- He's also considered rather sweet but exudes more passion and romance in his movements.

- If you're resting alone, Bee will gently approach you and lay a servo on your back or side.

- Especially if you're relaxing outdoors, it's even more enticing if it's under the Milky Way.

- "Hey, mind if I join you?"

- He will protectively curl around you, pulling you close to him with your hips.

- Bee loves to play with your hair/massage your head, amazed at how relaxed you get when he does.

- But what he loves even more is teasing and squeezing your squishy parts gently, finding it one of the more endearing parts about you physically.

- Gentle kisses wherever he can reach. Your back, head, tummy, hands, lips; he will appreciate and worship you like the celestial being you are.

TFA

- Expect spontaneous, affectionate cuddle sessions with this version of Bee.

- On the couch? In your comfy bed? Wherever you are, he will search for you and jump into your soft arms (metaphorically, of course, to minimise bruising).

- The one to most likely seek you out for his comfort. Either from a long day or to find refuge from the rest of Team Prime for teasing him.

- Whatever it is, he'll always come to you.

- Wants to lay on your lap and nuzzle into your soft tummy more often than not but is not opposed to the opposite.

- "Can I stay here for a little while? I promise it won't be for long..." Please don't fall for it; he always lies.

- Intense, playfully romantic staring competitions/try not to kiss each other challenges. Bee always loses, though; he just can't resist how cute you look when your face gets red, trying not to laugh.

[cyberrose2001]

average country enjoyer

[cyberrose2001]

(RE-UPLOAD)

I accidentally deleted my Charbee smut fic for 2023 Charbee week! DAMMIT!

Here it is again, to those who enjoy it!

[cyberrose2001]

hello ;3

may i slip in a request cyberverse meteorfire and a human reader, meteorfire finding little human reader and deciding to poke and press and the reader (can be recorded or not)? there can be pressing of the bladder involved if you so choose, or maybe a squeezing kink...? anything you want to write for<3

have fun take your time love you pookie bear<3

Cyberverse Meteorfire x afab! gn! human reader

lil bit nervous to post this, but fuck it we ball

also for those unfamiliar with aussie slang, "darlin'" is mostly gender-neutral over here

Warnings: Bladder holding, dub-con, human kink, body squeezing, size kink, fingering

Word count: 592

18+ only minors do not interact

"You're a strange little thing, aren't ya darlin'?" Meteorfire leers above you, a camera hovering just above the bed he's got you tied to, "Nevah seen a human quite like you before."

You choose to stay silent, still traumatised from being plucked from your backyard by this alien. Though, the way this guy is speaking to you, he's making you feel like you're the alien. A metal chain and collar around your neck further confirm your speculations. Not to mention being talked down to and documented with the camera as if you belong on Animal Planet.

"Now, humans are notoriously known for being a bit aggro. Which is why I've taken tha necessary precautions to keep it from lashin' out." He gives the chain around your neck a few light tugs, and you can't help the growl that emanates up your throat.

"But if there's one thing ya gotta know about humans," Meteorfire wraps his metallic hand around your waist, giving it a light squeeze, "It's how fragile and squishy they are."

Your breath hitches in your throat, and a burst of adrenaline rushes through you, thinking you're about to be crushed to death. He only has to squeeze a little bit more before you end up with a perforated lung. It's making you feel lightheaded and dizzy, and you pray that you don't pass out.

Meteorfire lets out a hearty laugh, "Yeah, nah, I wouldn't do that," He releases his grip, and you let out a desperate gasp, but he keeps a finger pressed just below your belly button, "I ain't that cruel."

Heaving your chest, you train your eyes to where he keeps his pointer finger. And it's become painfully aware to you how long it's been since you've...uh...relieved yourself, in the most politest way possible. But this guy definitely knows what he's doing or has done way too much research on humans. Because you start to squirm at his touch, small whimpers escape your lips.

Meteorfire notices this and narrows his optics to the small wet patch between your crotch, "My my, looks like the little human is enjoying this..." His voice lowers, circling his finger and slowly trailing to the wet patch.

Fuck. You really need to go; you're on the cusp of losing control of your bladder. All you can think about is wanting to squeeze your thighs together, but you can't when the mech has his hands spreading them apart.

"C'mon, darlin'," Meteorfire digs his fingers underneath the band of your pants and pulls them off you, undergarments included, which seem to be already drenched, "Show me what you humans are made for..." It's like he's no longer talking to the invisible audience through the camera and more to himself, far too deep in his xenophilic fantasy to realise.

Meteorfire groans, using his other hand to massage through your folds, dipping his finger inside your drenched cunt. It's warm wet and sends a visible shiver up his spinal strut, "Slag... I've always wondered..."

"Please..." You whimper-beg. You're unsure what for, though. Maybe you're in too deep, too, because being finger fucked unwillingly by an alien robot feels so good, yet so wrong.

Meteorfire is genuinely surprised you can talk, but his curiosity is piqued.

"Ohh, so you can talk, ey?" Meteorfire curls his finger and massages your aching bladder, causing you to arch your back and cry, "Well, in that case, the name's Meteorfire." He presses down on your bladder again and grins.

"And that's tha only thing I wanna hear comin' out from your mouth."

[cyberrose2001]

Giving “Body jobs” to the Bayverse Bots

A/n: MINORS FUCK OFF. Also I want to apologize for how long this took to come out, I know it’s been forever and a day. BUT I AM BACK!!

Contains: Drift, Crosshairs, Lockdown

Warnings: NSFW under cut, sexual themes, size difference, human reader, female reader, foul language?, typos probably

Summary: a body job, is using your body to pleasure your boyfriend MASSIVE spike. Since uhhh size issues. These are their reactions to it.

Part one

Drift

The former decepticon let out a deep growl, his grip crushing the roof of the broken down car he held onto. Optics squeezed shut as you pleasured him, slowly grinding and rolling your hips into his shaft. When you said you planned a “punishment” for him since he yelled at you, he didn’t expect this. Constant grinding and teasing to his desperate spike, edging him closer and closer to his climax only to stop. Throwing his head back, optics opened as he gazed into the sky. A desperate groan escaped him, only to be met with your beautiful but evil giggles.

“You are cruel my flower.”

Drift said in a hoarse voice, finally looking down to you. Your legs shaking as you got yourself off on him, hair a mess, and your sweaty body warm against his cold metal. Beautiful, he loved seeing you like this. You only laughed again, tilting your head back to meet his gaze. E/C eyes locking into his blue ones, a proud smirk on your face. A shudder escaping the samurai, lips parting as he tilted his head. Never once did you doubt his love for you, not with the way he looked at you. No matter his anger issues or snapping at you, he always found some way to make it up to you. So you could remember he still loved and appreciated you. He apologized many times, reciting poetry he created for you but you were determined to get the point across this way.

“You brought this upon yourself.~”

You teased. Turning your attention back to his spike, you laid across it feet pressed against his lower platting. A shaky breath escaped Drift, watching as you as you slowly began to drag your body along his erected sex. Your ass jiggled perfectly as you pushed yourself up and down, sometimes stopping to give a sloppy, wet kiss to his tip. Earning cusses from your lover, desperately bucking his hips. As much as he wanted to overload, he now really wanted to returned the teasing to you… and he would, soon enough.

Crosshairs

Crosshairs was actually the one who suggested this and man was he grateful he did, watching your body jiggle and shake as you glide across his metal shaft. Cocky grunts escaped him as he shamelessly bucked his hips up, not really making the ride easier, which he knew. He would give up everything to watch you like this forever, an intoxicating sight. Eyes screwed shut as you desperately gasped for air, enjoying every second of this. Arms wrapped tightly around his spike, crouching down only to stand back up, body pressed firmly against him.

His warm spike twitched, some lubricants slowly trialing down his large length landing in your hair and on your arms, you were completely coated and this wasn’t even his overload. You pulled away for a moment, looking at the color liquid that covered you. A raspy chuckle escaping the paratrooper, as his blue optics trailing over you. Stopping linger on your ass before looking back to your messy hair, you would definitely need a shower after this.

“You look amazing like that, all covered in my lubricants.”

Crosshairs teased, his cockney accent growing thicker then normal. Scoffing softly, you turned to look over your shoulder at him. Playfulness in your eyes, as you slowly dragged your hand up to the under side of his tip. You knew he was extra sensitive there, so naturally that’s where you teased him. His body shuddered, inhaling quickly as his metal lips formed and ‘O’. Slowly stroking up and down, turning back to lick and kiss his shaft. Your free hand coming down between your legs, playing with your pussy the way he knew he touched you. Another desperate, strained sound escaped the green Autobot as you smirked to yourself.

“You going to behave now?”

Lockdown

A deep chuckle rumbled in your ears, warm metal digits gently clasped around your body, pulling you back to reality. Opening your eyes as you felt Lockdown’s hand guide your fleshy body up and down his twitching spike, as it radiated a warm pulse sensation beneath you. Pitiful gasps and whines escape you as a little drool spills past your lips into the tip of a metal cock, much to his amusement. You felt his thumb rub along your side before, rubbing your curvy ass.

“Having trouble focusing my little human?”

Lockdown mused with a wicked smirk, watching your already warm voice grow more red from his tease. You were the one who wanted this, shyly asking for access to his spike. Only for him to take control within a few seconds, then order you to try yourself and then take back over. You were completely cock-drunk, your own wetness leaking onto his shaft and being spread along thanks the movements of your body.

“Use that tongue of yours princess.”

The alien bounty hunter groaned out, his voice slightly deeper and more raspy. Lockdown’s head rolled back, green optics closing as he used your human body to get himself off. Obediently you stuck your tongue out, licking and twirling around his large tip. Only for you to be pulled away and dragging your the wet muscle down the hot, metal length. Strained growled echoed the walls of cockpit of the ship, his hand digging into the armrest of the chair.

As you gazed out the window of Lockdown’s ship, you swore you could see stars in the middle of the day, and you knew this was only the beginning.

[cyberrose2001]

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[cyberrose2001]

helpful diagram btw

[cyberrose2001]

Okay, so I saw your requests were open, so if you're able to, could you write a TFP Optimus x Fem! Cybertrionan reader? Maybe due to Optimus always busy being a leader of the autobots, he forgets his and the readers date they had planned? After a week, the reader is a bit annoyed at Op? Who finally remembers and apologizes but offers to make up for it? Reader is hesitant but agrees, and they wind up fragging?

(meant afab not fem reader)

Optimus hums quietly, laying you down gently on his berth. Poor you, having been ignored and not taking care of for at least a week...

He'd promised to take care of you well tonight. Both of your panels already slid away, you already being very ready for him. His dermas against your neck cables make you whine, his body slotting well on top of yours.

There's a pause as he sits on top of your waist, straddling you, servos rubbing at your sides in an attempt to soothe you, knowing you were quite upset with him earlier. Your gentle hum tells him all he needs to know, raising himself against your spike, exterior node dragging against the belly of it. You whine, pushing your hips up into him, servos gripping his waist.

This was your chance to get back at him for ignoring you, and he wanted you to take it.