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Hello boo:3 I thought you may have a stressful day so I'm gonna flash you with my handsome stinky little boy (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

I hope I made your day a little,have a good day (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*)

( he needs a bath ,he won't escape😈😆😂)

🤣 poor little guy and yeah, I did need this after yesterday, so thank you!

Exhaustion

Starscream x Reader

• Venting when he finds you in your little wash rack, his daughter cradled against you and your head against the back of the stall, Starscream mass shifts and reaches to lift the sparkling out of your arms and you startle awake with a gasp. And just stare up at him. ‘Again?’ You ask and his wings flick as the tiny sparkling blinks big optics innocently at him like she didn’t keep you both up all night screaming for no apparent reason. Again. A human thing, you’d tiredly said. Hooking an arm around you, he takes the wash rag from you and you lean into him. “You need to rest.”

• Letting him wash you and your daughter, you drift in and out. Because she’s a little angel during the day, napping or chirping happily. At night? She just screams. Even when you sleep curled around her. Don’t know what you’re doing wrong. If it’s an alien thing you’re missing or a human one, because you have no idea what you’re doing. And apparently you drift off again, aware of him lifting you and cradling you both as he ferries you to the berth and your bedding. “Maybe we should let Megs have some of this,” you mutter tiredly and he clears his vents, warm air washing over you.

• “We don’t need his help,” he grumbles as you let him ease you down in your blankets, skin still wet and he grimaces as you sleepily watch him. Knows you’re not eating like you had been, you’d almost fallen asleep and smacked your face into your plate of food the previous day. And he doesn’t know how to fix it, but Soundwave and Megatron keep trying to help. Like they’re sure he’s not capable of doing this alone. Like he’s too much a failure to take care of his own mate and sparkling and he hates it. Hates that he doesn’t know how to do this and feels like he’s drowning.

• Reaching as he settles your daughter’s warmth against you and you yawn against her head to make her warble and kick, it’s a struggle to stay awake. You watch him kneeling over you, trying to dry you both off. And you should care that you’re soaking your bedding, but you just want to sleep. Watching him frowning, wings trembling like he’s about to have a nervous breakdown. Until you grab his wrist and tug. “Stay,” you whisper, more a demand than a question because you’re afraid he won’t. That he’s too overwhelmed and he’s going to run. Bury himself in work and hide from you and his daughter. “Please?”

• Venting, he stretches out on his side facing you, his sparkling between you both. And he cups your cheek, a servo sliding against you. Wondering if you think he’s failing you as you smile tiredly and close your eyes. If you think he’s not up to this, because his processor is doing that more than enough for both of you. All of Megatron’s sneering dismissals of his opinions since joining the Decepticons tearing him apart bit by bit, making him bitter and angry. Making him almost believe them himself. That he’s not enough, that he’ll always fail no matter how hard he tries.

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Can we see some more TFP Shockers????

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Point of Extinction Pt 20

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• Leaning back when he just grabs a fistful of food and tries to shove it in your face, you catch his wrist in self defense. Because this is his new obsession. Trying to coax you into letting him hand feed you like you’re a stray he found and you wonder what’s going on in that pointy head of his. And he rumbles unhappily, but opens his servos, antenna flicking as you pick out a much more manageable bite from his hand and pop it into your mouth. Dealing with him makes you feel like you’re playing chess where only he knows the rules and he’s not sharing them. “I can feed myself, you know.”

• “I’m aware,” he growls, watching you select small bites from the handful of food he’s offering you, the fact that you’re letting him feed you settling warm inside him. Even as his spike stirs behind his modesty panel. “You’re distracting.” And you glance at him, those fascinating eyes wary as you chew. Hasn’t gotten much work done lately, his experiments falling behind in favor of spending time with you. Knows logically he should eliminate the problem or at least limit his time spent with you and he’s unwilling to do either. You’re his.

• How are you distracting? He’s the one who keeps demanding he replenish your nanites and if he wasn’t so painfully blunt, you’d think he was messing with you. Romance apparently a foreign language to him and his cannon is sliding against your hip to make you want to groan. How can he be horny all the time? Bracing a hand on his thigh, you shift yourself into his lap and he freezes. Servos trembling slightly and sprinkling dry cereal all over you both. “Let’s talk. You know, get to know each other?”

• “I know Thirteen. Intimately,” he growls, dropping your strange human kibble to slide his hand under your loose covering to palm skin. And you grab his wrist with both hands to make his antenna flatten back. Venting as you twist and frown up at him, he wonders if this is a part of human courting. “Talk,” he mutters reluctantly.

• Pulling his palm away from you and aware that you’re only able to because he allows it, you use the tail of your oversized shirt to wipe crumbs off of his hand. And he just stares at you, antenna flicking. Maybe knowing you’re stalling because you have no idea what to actually say to him. “Any family?” You try and he immediately growls ‘not yet’ while his spike releases and pressurizes against your hip. Ignoring it as he rumbles, you force a smile. “Well, I have family. No siblings, but lots of cousins,” you try and his hand’s on the move, sliding under your shirt to cup you, a servo petting. Breath hitching as you squirm when he presses that servo inside you, part of you is tempted to say screw it and let him have his way. “Do you want anything from me but sex?” You demand in frustration and he hesitates, chassis bumping you and nearly knocking you out of his lap when he tries to lean forward and he snarls in frustration. ‘I want everything,’ he growls. ‘All of you.’

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I don't know if anyone sent you this yet but anytime you post anything about sparkling this is all I imagine. I also like to think the sparkling come out small like this and then later get a huge growth spurt during there adolescence!

Ahhhh! I haven’t watched the Brave series in forever, but yeah, they’re tiny to begin with

Flight

Megatron x Reader

• ‘Ready?’ You hear Megatron ask from the main area of the habsuite as you work on dinner for yourself, your oldest son handing you veggies to chop one at a time, his little face serious. And his head turns as he reaches to tug at your shirt, staring in the direction of Megatron and your daughter. Wait, is Megatron counting down? You only left those two alone for about ten minutes, but you know that’s more than enough time. Suddenly worried, you duck out of your dollhouse habsuite and your son jumps down from his stool to follow. And you see Megs bend, your daughter held cradled on her belly in his palms right as he tosses her in the air. “Megatron!”

• Wincing at your horrified yell as his daughter goes air born, turbines screaming, little wings flared. And she’s giggling, thrusters kicking on to spin her in the air, little arms windmilling and he races after her. Why isn’t she flying? Aren’t Seekers supposed to know how to fly? Apparently not. Diving, paint scraping the floor as he throws his cupped hands out and catches her. “Again! Again, Sire!” She shrieks as he stares at her in horror.

• Storming over as your son grabs your hand and follows, you glare at Megatron. Who at least has the decency to look guilty as your daughter demands to be thrown again, crowing that she was flying. Inhaling so you don’t just scream at him in front of two of your kids, you force a smile as your daughter asks if you saw her fly. “I saw,” you grind out as your oldest son presses his face against your leg, picking up on your mood and you smooth a hand against his helm. “I thought Star said she wasn’t ready to fly.”

• How can one tiny organic manage to be so intimidating? Probably because that look promises that he’s not touching you for a while. “Just playing. No harm done,” he growls, trying to pretend his spark didn’t constrict in fear when she’d fallen instead of flying. Had thought Starscream was just being dramatic. Seekers fly. He’d just assumed she’d know how since she’s been figuring out her turbines and thrusters. Cupping his hands around her squirming warmth, he presses his face against her, his servos tending. He’d just always assumed it was something flight capable mechs knew from the get go. ‘I wanna to fly again,’ she whines, grabbing one of his servos in both hands and pulling, little wings flicking.

• ‘Maybe later, little spark,’ Megatron soothes and her wings flare out at being told no. “Why don’t you two go find the twins and we can have dinner?” You ask. Splaying a hand against your son’s back to push him toward his sister, you almost laugh at the comically betrayed look he turns your way before his sister grabs his hand and drags him after. And you smile sweetly up at Megatron. “Remember when I told you about being banished to the couch for your sins?” You ask and his optics narrow. “Well, now you get to learn about doghouses.”

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Would it be okay to request an Inexperienced scenario with Brainstorm and Perceptor? I love your writing for the inexperienced scenarios and as a girlie who hasn't been with anyone, I heart setting my first into the hands (or servos, in this case) with the scientists.

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️ fem bits mentioned

Inexperienced

Brainstorm x Reader x Perceptor

• Flustered as they both wait for your answer, you chew on your bottom lip. After spending all your time with them, getting to know them both and falling in love, the three of you haven’t gotten that far, the two bots trying to let you move at your own pace. Which has been glacially slow. Apparently not realizing you’re too shy to make a move, too embarrassed to admit you’ve never done this before, that you’re inexperienced when it’s obvious they’re not. They’ve invited you to join them, coaxed you, but you keep hesitating.

• You’re going to say no again. You always do and even though he tries not to take it personally, Brainstorm can’t help but wonder if it’s him. If you’d say yes if it was only Perceptor asking you. Knows he can be a lot, that he’s too opinionated sometimes, but if he doesn’t speak up, it feels like he fades into the background. But when you smile at him? Or ask questions and listen to him explain his projects? He feels seen. Validated in a way he’s desperate for. Loves Perceptor, but the bot can get lost in his own work and doesn’t always have time for him. And he worries that if he asks for more, Percy might resent it. Resent him.

• “We’re not trying to pressure you” Perceptor says, and he vents loudly when Brainstorm mutters ‘I am.’ Glaring tiredly at the other bot as he shrugs, Perceptor reaches out a hand and smiles when you lay your hand in his, let him run his servos over the back of your hand, feeling your warmth and your delicate bones under the skin. So unlike them. ‘It’s just interfacing, no big deal,’ Brainstorm adds as your face flushes, shoulders lifting slightly. Embarrassed. “We don’t mind waiting for you to feel comfortable with this,” Perceptor says and he kicks Brainstorm when he growls that he does mind.

• Flustered as you look from one to the other, then to your hand in Percy’s, his servo sliding against you. He’s always so patient where Brainstorm is all demands, the two polarized so you feel like you’re being pulled in two different directions sometimes. Falling for both of them for different reasons and when they’d explained that they didn’t mind sharing, that they were already together and wanted you with them, it had been surprising. But you’d wanted to say yes that first time. “You’re not. It’s just, I haven’t done this before,” you manage and Brainstorm clears his vents. ‘What? Threesomes?’ Well, that, too. “No, sex,” you whisper, wishing the floor could open up under you and swallow you as they both just freeze, staring at you. Judging. Know they’re judging, because you’re judging yourself.

• That wasn’t what he’d expected. And Brainstorm just stares at you as you avoid their optics. That’s why you keep shutting them down? “So I could be your first?” He growls, spike stirring behind his modesty panel at the thought and Perceptor’s optics narrow. “Ruin you completely for fleshy, human spikes and valves?” Grinning behind his mask as you just put your face in your hands, he knows Percy is about to punch him most likely, but he can’t let go of that thought. Needs to be the first to touch you, to have your trust, feel you come apart.

• Why is he like this? Venting as he gently squeezes your hand to get your attention away from Brainstorm, Perceptor smiles. “We’d take care of you. Go slow and if you want to stop, we can,” he coaxes, thankful that Brainstorm has the sense to not contradict him. Because if you want to stop, they will even if he has to drag the other bot away. ‘Okay,’ you say, voice so soft he almost misses it. Trusting them.

• Percy tugs you gently into him, his free hand cupping your jaw and neck as his mouth covers yours. And Brainstorm squirms his palms down your pants, startling you as he growls against the back of your neck. You lose track of whose hands are where, whose mouth is on your neck, your shoulder. Stripping with Brainstorm’s impatient help, hearing Percy growling at him to slow down. Every touch heating your blood, hearing their fans click on, the rumbling and heat of their internal systems against you. Naked, you’re eased down, lying back against Perceptor as Brainstorm’s mask retracts and his cheek brushes your inner thigh, those weird cables at the corners of his mouth rubbing against you. Self conscious as the bot between your thighs vents, mouth sliding against your inner thigh before his lips brush you and you arch with a gasp.

• Glossa sliding against you as one of your heels squeaks on the berth as you try to push back, to escape him. And that’s not happening even if Percy wasn’t holding you. Mouth exploring your softness, tasting you, he growls. You’re alien, but your valve is familiar enough, but so soft, silken and slick inside. Finds the little nub of your node and you squirm when he sucks it. Your hands land on his helm, hips trembling. Not pushing him away, though.

• Cheek brushing yours as Brainstorm growls against you, Perceptor listens to your soft whimpers and moans. Sliding his hands over your heated skin as you buck your hips against the other mech’s mouth to urge him on. “If he does a good job, he can have a reward,” Perceptor murmurs and Brainstorm’s optics flick up to him hungrily. It’s a promise and a reminder that you’re trusting yourself to them to be your first, to be your mates.

• Squirming when his mouth on you feels like it’s almost too much, you gasp and your head falls back against Percy, grabbing onto one of his arms wrapped around you as you heat and Brainstorm doesn’t ease up. Your climax taking you by surprise as you cry out, feeling his glossa sliding against you, inside you. And Brainstorm rears up over you both, a hand braced on Percy’s shoulder before he kisses the other bot with your taste on his glossa to make you shiver as you’re pinned between them.

• Glossa sliding against Percy’s, Brainstorm rumbles as he releases his spike to pressurize against your belly, feeling you squirm between them. “I was promised a reward,” he growls when his head lifts, lips twitching. And Percy shakes his head at him, pushing until he backs off and Percy cups your cheek. ‘Come here.’ Brainstorm grips your hips, lifting you up to settle you against Perceptor’s mouth as the bot’s hands cup your sides. “Percy.” Smirking when the bot finally releases his modesty panels to reveal his valve and spike. Letting him choose which he wants.

• Staring up at you as his mouth slides against you, you’re already so slick from Brainstorm, but Perceptor wants to make sure you’re ready to take them both. And he groans as Brainstorm’s spike spears into him, hips snapping. Taking the edge off with him so he can go slow with you. Hopefully. You’re getting more confident, moving against his mouth as he sucks and licks and Brainstorm ruts into him. Right where you finally belong.

• You’re still humming from your last release, sure that you can’t come again and your body surprises you as he sucks you clit. And you’re depending on Preceptor’s hands for balance as you come apart, rocking against his mouth as Brainstorm drives into Percy, hearing the sharp sound of Brainstorm’s hips smacking into him. “Ride me, you set the pace,” Percy groans and you look back at his erect spike. “Take as much as you want.”

• Pausing mid thrust and buried deep when you look back at him uncertainly, Brainstorm reaches for you. Grinding against Percy, the bot’s thighs on either side of his hips, he helps you scoot back. Needing to move and to help get you settled, so his jaw is working with the effort to not pound into Percy. Wants to see you ride Percy. Then take him. Helping you lift up, face flushed as he reaches between your thighs and helps guide Percy’s spike to you. “Go slow,” he rumbles, watching you rock your hips hesitantly. Then press down and gasp. “Slow.”

• Hands on your hips as you hesitantly move on him, rocking yourself against his spike, Perceptor groans watching you. The head of his spike not even inside you yet and he’s struggling to be still, to not move with you teasing him and Brainstorm’s spike stretching him. “We can take a break if you need it,” he growls, almost certain you’re too tight to take him yet. That you’re going to hurt yourself trying.

• Slow. Hips rocking as you tease yourself with the slight burn of his spike stretching you, unable to look away from Percy’s hungry expression as he watches you. His and Brainstorm’s hands on you, helping support you so you don’t sink down on him too suddenly. Their patience so unexpected as you press down a bit, hips rolling and you tremble as the head of his spike suddenly sinks into you. And your head falls back against Brainstorm as you gasp. Feeling Percy stretching you, feeling the burn of him filling you, the pressure uncomfortable, edging into painful as you rock yourself and your heart goes racing.

• “Look at Percy. Feel good?” Brainstorm asks, trying to distract you as you tremble, breathing growing quick. Feels you trembling against his chassis as you squirm, getting used to the feel of Percy’s spike inside you. And he’s growling as he begins moving inside Percy, his thrusts rocking you on Percy. “He’s ours, isn’t he? His spike, his valve. Those belong to us.” Feeling when you take a deep, shuddering breath and begin to move with slow movements. Growing more confident as you go and his hands slide against your skin. “Let’s frag him senseless.” Hears you moan, head back against him as you ride Percy in uncertain little movements. Fascinated with watching you figure out what you enjoy, what feels good to you. Because you’re theirs.

• Denta gritted as you ride him and Brainstorm’s hips pump, Perceptor arches. You’re going so slow it’s almost torture as Brainstorm ruts into him. Your need dark eyes and soft noises off pleasure, Brainstorm’s snarls, and his own groans mingle together. And Brainstorm swears, hips snapping against him as he overloads, the heat of the other bot filling him tipping him over the edge and you fist his spike as he releases inside you and his head falls back, venting raggedly.

Starscream plushies

If any of you work in a doctor’s office and are tasked with calling with test results- if someone asks you a question you’re not 100% certain of, please don’t give the patient an answer. Just say you don’t know, so they don’t get blindsided when they go in for a follow up.

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Hi Boo! Could you grace us with something really cute and domestic with Kup, the reader, and their sparkling? How would Springer react to having a little brother or sister?

Cute! That old mech deserves to be a sire- I think there’s two other recent asks about Kup, too

Domestic

Kup x Reader

• ‘No, Kup, wait,’ Springer protests, and Kup almost laughs. This is what the kid’s scared of? Not Decepticons or battle? A tiny, helpless sparkling. And Springs puts his hands out in self defense when Kup places his sparkling in his adopted son’s arms, showing him how to cradle the sparkling against himself and to support his head. “You aren’t going to drop your brother, so quit making a fuss, kid,” he growls as Springer stares at the sleeping youngling. And the younger mech’s head comes up in surprise, staring at him. Had the kid actually thought he’d stop being his son now that he has a youngling he’d sparked?

• Watching the two of them with your son, you know Springer’s not related to Kup, but that he’d raised him. And he’s a good kid, even if he’s grown and centuries older than you are. “You’re going to help with him,” you call out and they both look back at you sitting on the berth. “Kup’s getting up there in years and we need the help,” you add to make your mate work his cygar between his denta, even though he knows you’re teasing him.

• “You didn’t think I was too old last night,” he growls, smirking at the memory. “Pretty sure you were the one who needed a break.” And your face reddens as Springer vents tiredly. ‘I’d rather not hear about you two doing that,’ Springer mutters, as Kup laughs. “How exactly do you think we got a sparkling, kid?” Before Springer can retort, his son whines, optics opening and he expects the sparkling to wail about being held by someone new. But the little one just stares up at Springer, warbling uncertainly. ‘Hi,’ Springer whispers, smiling to leave Kup warm. Because this is his family. Springer’s still his son even if he didn’t sire him, always will be.

• Relaxing when you realize the baby isn’t going to scream his head off, you watch Kup reach to offer him a servo. Father and son both fussing over your son. All three normal sized, so you’re left out on the berth. Your baby bigger than you are right now. Until his head turns and he chirps, legs kicking. Seeing you. Recognizing you and you smile. And nearly have a heart attack when he mass shifts and Springer snarls, cupping the even tinier sparkling in his palms, his optics wide. “He does that,” you manage weakly, heart racing and feeling almost sick as you can’t breathe watching them.

• Spark thrumming frantically, Kup clears his vents loudly, too old for this sort of thing despite his insistence he’s not as Springer lowers his hands so you can climb into his palm and pick up his son, kneeling in Springer’s hands as the sparkling chirps, mouthing at you hungrily. “You’re staying for a meal interval,” Kup says, trying to hide that he’s shaken up as Springer just stares at you in his hands cradling his little brother. Making him painfully aware of how fragile his happiness is. This second chance something he never expected, something he’d given up on having at his age. That you and his sparkling are both so vulnerable. Helpless. ‘Sure,’ Springer murmurs, staring at the sparkling with a hunger Kup understands. Wanting his own family, his own chance at happy and Springer’s servos flex.

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Happy belated birthday! This ask was one of the broken ones Tumblr won’t let me answer directly, so I had to screenshot it. I dug out my comics before work. Need to hunt for the other miniseries after work. CW: blood, gore (not heavily detailed)

Flight of the Crows

Deadlock x Reader

• Head pounding to the rhythm of your heartbeat, you don’t want to move when everything hurts and your mouth tastes like old pennies. You think of the time you’d wrecked your old Altima, swerving to miss a deer in the road and hitting a tree instead. Ears ringing, you open your eyes and that’s not actually any better, staring at a desert. What happened? Are you hungover? And you suddenly remember the sirens, the gate going wrong. The volunteers getting pulled through and the reinforced safety glass caving with a suddenness that had been shocking. You weren’t even supposed to be there for the test, you’d slipped in behind one of the scientists to watch, piggybacking on his access card.

• “No retreat!” Leading the charge, denta bared, the rest of his assault team falls in behind him. Ambushing the Autobots below. This world like the last one, a nowhere speck of dirt that isn’t worth dying for. But every world the Autobots can claim and get a foothold on is a threat. He’d rather raze this world to ash than see the enemy thrive here and get established. Losing himself in the heat and chaos of battle, every Autobot that falls feels almost like penance. Paying in energon for their crimes. For failing Cybertron, letting the corruption fester while the ones in power, the ones who could put an end to it looked away. Ignoring as the poor and weak suffered. Starved.

• Trying to push upright, you gasp and press your hand against your thigh. Staring at the blood soaking your pants and remembering getting pulled through the broken viewing window, the sickening crunch of someone a lot less lucky hitting one of the reinforced rebars and getting bent backwards by the pull of the gate, the violence so sudden, he hasn’t even screamed. Shuddering, you retch in the sand, a part of you just wanting to lay down. Instead making yourself sit up and begin to tear at your shirt, tearing bandages from it and stripping out of your pants. Relieved that the gash isn’t as bad as you’d thought it would be even if it’s freely bleeding. Tying your leg above the gash because you think that’s what you’re supposed to do, but you really have no idea, you bandage the cut as best you can and wonder where you are. And when you are.

• Stalking forward in no real hurry as the last one crawls, dragging himself painfully along, Deadlock places a ped on his back. Wonders if the bot even realizes his lower body is gone or if his processor shut down his pain receptors to keep him from going into stasis. “Where are the others? What are you doing here?” Knows he’s supposed to question any survivors. Get intel. But staring at the gold edging the bot’s plating, he hates him. Never seen him before, but he knows the type. This bot hasn’t known actual hardship before today most likely. Doesn’t understand what it’s like to starve for energon. To do anything to survive, to be so broken he wants to just lay down and never get back up. And he hates him for that, for having everything he didn’t. Cycling the power up on his weapon, he presses the muzzle against the back of the bot’s helm. “Where are the others? What are you doing here?”

• Limping along in the heat, you don’t know if you’re heading toward safety or away from it. Hurting and so tired. Head lifting as you round a corner and see a metal monster kneeling with a ped on a second monster. Hear the weapon in his big hand hum and you’re deafened when the pinned robot’s head just disappears and you’re splattered with something pink and luminous. Your shocked eyes meeting cruel, red optics as you’re noticed, because you must have cried out. Run. Staggering back a step, you want to. Want to run, but your stomach roils sickeningly again, vision graying at the edges and the monster frowns, lip curling as he snarls at you and you black out, legs going out from under you.

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Hi, I'm the one that sent the 'attempting to calm myself down' ask, please ignore it. I've actually calmed down enough to feel really embarrassed by it haha!

Nah, you’re fine- I tend to like routines and things in a certain place. When they get moved, it makes me feel off balance or I’ll forget to do something. I know sometimes when stuff isn’t where I expect it to be, it’s like a misstep and I’m more likely to repeat things. Locking the door, then checking it again, maybe even unlocking it and going back in to make sure the lights are out, because I know something’s off but can’t figure out what. But I understand being frustrated and needing an outlet for it

Stress Relief

Prowl x Reader

• Staring at the crap he’s spread out on his berth, you’re not sure if he’s raided a Goodwill donation drop off or some elderly person’s yard sale. Ugly, floral lamps and vases, mismatched plates and cups, a boxy old TV set. Maybe he’d decided you’d like some human stuff? “I know you. Know you’re a lot like me and I thought, maybe, you’d like this,” he says, gesturing at the stuff as you raise your brows at him in question. And he hands you an aluminum bat.

• Watches you blink slowly, hands sliding on the bat as you find your grip and swing it like you’re testing the weight. “You want me to smash this crap? That’s the deal?” You ask, sounding suspicious like you think it’s a trick. But you are a lot like him. And sometimes he’s so frustrated, so angry he wants to destroy something and he has to bottle it up. Pretend nothing bothers him and hide the anger. Because he’s not allowed yo show his true face, to let his anger show.

• “That’s right,” he says, door wings lifting and falling in a shrug. And you swing the bat, the crack of it connecting with that ugly lamp a shock, the thing coming apart with the first blow. It’s stupid. You know it’s stupid, but it feels strangely good to lose control and just destroy things, pour your frustration out. The green vase is next. A glass. Aware of him watching you and that you’re grinning like a psycho as you bend to grab a plate and throw it.

• Huffing through his vents as you bare your teeth in a slightly frightening little smile as you smash everything until you’re breathing hard. Until you’re laughing. Angry and frustrated like he is, but unlike him, you’re allowed to lash out, to scream and get angry, so he’s living vicariously through you. Letting you do what he can’t because of his position.

• Embarrassed after it’s over, you feel good. Lighter somehow. All you’ve done is make a mess, broken ceramic and glass everywhere and you’re out of breath, hair slicked with sweat to your face and neck. “Thanks,” you mutter, hands aching from gripping the bat too hard. Fingers almost numb where you missed a few times and hit the berth instead. And he’s leaning to cup the back of your head and press a kiss against your temple. ‘Any time.’

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I saw your hc where the mechs use bits of themselves to make things for their mates

What if reader was a crafter, like they decide to make a really long scarf with their favorite color and their mechs color. So the scarf depending on its length could be used a bracket or ring, when the mech is full sized.

Idc which mech are used, just domestic fluff

-crafter

That’s cute!

Gift

Ratchet x Reader

• Servos sliding against the soft material in his colors, Ratchet glances at you in puzzlement. And he just freezes at the uncertain, almost shy look on your face. “You made this for me?” Even though he doesn’t need coverings like you do, his spark warms that you’d made him something with your own hands. From out of nowhere he thinks of conjunx gifts. A courting gift meant to represent a commitment, a desire to make a permanent bond. This isn’t the same, but maybe it’s done in the same spirit? Doesn’t know enough about humans to guess. Are you flirting with him?

• Embarrassed as he just keeps rubbing his servos against the scarf, his expression is so guarded that you can’t get a read on him. Can’t tell if he likes it or thinks it’s stupid. “You don’t have to wear it,” you manage, face heating. Know he doesn’t get cold like you do, that he doesn’t wear clothes, but you’d wanted to give him something. Thank him for taking care of you, being your friend. Even if you’re now stuck in the hell of the friend zone when you want something more. You’ve seen a few of the other Cybertronians being lovey and romantic with their humans in the rec area and maybe you’d resented it a tiny bit. Maybe you like him and want more than to just be friends. Sighing, you know there’s no maybe about it. You’re crushing hard.

• You hold out a hand like you’re wanting to take the scarf back from him and he pointedly drapes it around his neck, feeling the softness against his mesh to make him think of the softness of you. “You can’t just give a gift and then ask for it back,” he growls, servos pressing possessively against it. Pretending it’s a conjunx gift you’d made with those little hands for him. If it was and he’d accepted it, he’d be leading you to his berth. Spend the recharge cycle tangled in you. Optics hooded, he knows that’s not what you’re doing. Or want.

• He’s wearing it and your face heats even as you smile. Know he’s probably just humoring you, but he’s sweet to try just to make you happy. “It’s suits you. Very stylish,” you tease as he flips the end of the scarf dramatically over his shoulder. And he reaches, a big hand cupping your cheek as your breath hitches. Those blue optics serious as he slides a servo against you and you can’t say a word, breathless with anticipation. Thinking he has to lean down, has to kiss you now. That it’s inevitable.

• “Thank you, little one,” he says. Leaning down to gently bump his helm against you, and he watches you frown slightly. Why do you look almost disappointed? Your smile strained. Can feel your warm breath on him, smell the coffee you’ve been drinking and your hands land on his chassis. Before you go up on tiptoe, mouth brushing his. It’s electric, unexpected and over far too soon as you smile hesitantly. ‘You’re welcome,’ you whisper as he stares at you, lips parted. Wait. Was that a conjunx gift, then? Are you asking him to claim you? Growling he drags you back to him and kisses you.

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I would love know how soundwave reacts to rumble, frenzy and their darling having a sparkling

Sure 🤣

Sparked

Rumble x Reader, Frenzy x Reader

• Biting into the inside of your cheek as Rumble and Frenzy both hold out their arms as if they’re assistants on a game show drawing attention to a brand new car, you strike a pose to show off the sash they’d made you. ‘Sparked?’ Soundwave says, staring down at the three of you and with the visor and mask, you can’t get a read on the big mech. “You’re going to be a grandpa,” you reply, grinning as you pull the sash off over your head and drape it across Rumble to make him clear his vents at you. “Though, apparently he’s the one weird, alien, energy preggers.”

• Scowling at you as you flash him a grin, Rumble growls. Because he’d wanted to keep that embarrassment a secret. He’d thought he’d be a sire, but no. You’d made him a carrier and Frenzy is laughing. Again. Servos curling under into a fist, he considers punching his twin in the face, relenting when you wrap an arm around him. “So, uh, yeah. You’re a grand-sire, boss,” he manages, feeling awkward about it. Almost vulnerable, because he and the other cassettes? None of them are actually Soundwave’s. He’d adopted them. In Ratbat’s case, by force, but he didn’t spark any of them. Does Soundwave even care? Wishes he could tell what the mech was thinking as he stares at them.

• Why isn’t he saying anything? Just staring down at them all. Maybe he doesn’t approve of you? Stiffening, Frenzy’s chin lifts. Because you’re amazing. Fragging fantastic. “You’ve got a human, too,” he growls, shrugging off your hand when you reach for him. “Is ours not good enough?” Like nothing they do is good enough? Does Soundwave think he doesn’t see those resigned looks they get? The disappointment when they fail a task? ‘Frenzy,’ you protest.

• You get it, though. Know all about being a disappointment. About a parent having nothing good to say, because no matter how hard you try, it’s not enough. But can’t he at least pretend? Just fucking phone it in and say he’s happy for them? Because they look up to him, need his approval. And he just mass shifts so suddenly, you reel back and he’s reaching, arms wrapping around all of you to drag you into his frame. Hugging you all.

• Hanging onto Soundwave, Rumble feels the bigger mech bump his helm against him. Hugging him and how long has he wanted this? He’d have settled for a pat on the helm, a simple ‘good job.’ But this? Hooking his arm around you, he feels Frenzy do the same from the other side, hanging onto you. Hanging onto the mech that found two angry cassettes struggling in Kaon, had the patience to not give up on them when it would have been easier to. “You’ve done good. Both of you,” Soundwave rumbles and Rumble’s mouth falls open, horrified that he’s about to lose it because that’s all he’s wanted for so long.

Found these on Etsy to add to my bag

[revelboo]

🤣 I love this 💕 he’s so offended about it. And he would just carry his kid like a sack of potatoes. The sparkling is loving it, the human parent… not so much

@revelboo you and transformer's spike keep giving me sparkling fever

Drawings down below based on NSFW uno reverse spark scenario 👍

I probably need to touch grass after this 😅

[revelboo]

Hello Revel~ sorry for the bother could we have an update on Circles? Kind of excited about the whole one-sided hate relationship with Chromedome.

Sure!

Circles Pt 6

Chromedome x Reader x Rewind

• Slowly pulling air through his vents as he lays flat on his back and stares at the ceiling, he feels Rewind shift against him, a leg sliding against his own where the smaller bot is laying with his head on his arm. And he’s painfully aware of you lying between him and Rewind. Making absolutely horrific noises in your sleep as Rewind just recharges through it somehow. Maybe he can just toss you out an airlock and use his mnemonic needles to edit out the memory of you? Rewind would never have to know.

• And you roll in your sleep, cheek against his side as Rewind shifts closer so you’re pinned between them. Maybe the cassette will roll over and squash you and he won’t have to do anything. That would absolutely not be his fault. Can pretend he was recharging. Hears you snort awake and feels you squirm loose, climbing up onto his chassis and lying back down. Like he’s your fragging berth.

• Stretching out on Chromdome’s chassis, you can hear his internal systems, the thrum of his spark. And it’s intimate in a wholly unexpected way even though you know he doesn’t like you. Might even hate you and you get it. It’s not like you don’t know you’re obnoxious, that you’re a lot to deal with. Used to being left behind when you get to be too much. Your last ex had straight up said the problem was you. It’s always you. No sense of personal space or boundaries, constantly, desperately reaching out because you hate being alone and hanging on so hard you run people off.

• Venting in aggravation because he can’t even spend alone time with his partner because of you. Rewind’s right there, but he can’t have any fun because Rewind doesn’t want to offend you by interfacing around you. Lowkey hating you as you make a different noise and he groans. Are you leaking again? “Shh,” bumping you on the head with a servo so you don’t wake Rewind with your sniffling, you flinch and frown up at him, tears running down your face. Why’d they have to get the broken human? “Go to recharge, human.”

• Scrubbing at your eyes, you try to push down the feeling sorry for yourself. You’re not alone right now. Even if he hates you. How long until the other one does, too? Until they realize you’re not worth the bother. “Sorry,” you whisper, feeling how inadequate the word is. “I’m not trying to be annoying. I just, I,” you start and falter. You’re not good enough. How many times has someone asked you what’s wrong with you? Why are you like this? Why can’t you be normal? “I, I’m sorry you’re stuck with me.” Knowing you’re doing it again, ruining everything. It’s what you always do.

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could we please get another one with Cosmos? I’m excited to see another waspinator-like story where the mech’s forced to live in the tiny house with their human <3

🤣 he’s a cutie

In Space Pt 3

Cosmos x Reader

• Hear him groan as he pauses, head down and big hands splayed on the ground as he vents raggedly. And just shrinks to scare you, shuddering as his visor dims and his arms tremble like he’s about to go down. “Almost there,” you coax, laying a hand on him and realizing he’s a lot closer to your height now, but still much bigger. “You can’t give up now.” Able to wrap your arms around his arm, you pull and he makes a pained noise, but makes himself keep going.

• Why won’t you just give up on him? You don’t owe him anything and don’t know him. How can you just trust him implicitly? “Why are you helping me?” He groans, feeling energon slicking his side. Needing to rest. Heal. And you frown up at him, expression clearly saying how stupid a question you think that is. Pulling at his arm like you think you can move him instead of being sensible and running as far from him as you can get before that Decepticon comes back to finish him off. Knows he should be running you off, but he’s scared. Doesn’t want to offline out here alone.

• “Because you need help,” you say, eyeing him as the house comes into view through the trees. “Almost there.” Since he’s smaller now, you can get him into the garage and hide him. He’s leaking something, venting raggedly and the sooner you can get him out of sight, the sooner you can try to see about stopping the leak. You’re almost positive he’s alive not just an uncannily human machine, but he’s still mechanical. So you can hopefully tape up the leaks? Maybe? You doubt you can make them worse.

• Trembling as limps up to the structure, mass shifting in an attempt to hide had sent him into the redline, consuming energy he didn’t have. He collapses onto his knees when you go to open the garage door, drifting in and out of awareness as you lean over him and try to bully him into getting inside. Helm pressed against your driveway to try and gather himself, his paint scrapes as he drags himself inside and drops again. He’s going to offline or at the very least into stasis. Can’t move as his optics unfocus, bleeding out energon and dimly aware of you talking to him, the words seeming like they’re coming from a distance. Can’t fight it as his systems shut down to force him to heal, throwing him into stasis.

• His visor is dim as you fetch a roll of electrical tape. And he’s unresponsive now, venting on a low rasping sound as you bend and start finding the leaks, taping the lines and having no idea if it’s enough. If you’re enough to save him, but you need to try. Can’t just leave him to bleed out glowing stuff. “You’re going to be okay,” you whisper, touching his helm and feeling the warmth of him as you check for any other leaks to tape off. Trying to hold him together with hope and tape, and aware of how useless you are to him. That he needed help and got you.

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Does the sparklings get a little playdate inside the Nemesis/Ark? Just bots and cons gathering their young. Would it be a peaceful playdate or a headache for their parents

Hahahaha peaceful…. Yeah, no… it’d be bad

Future Scenario- Play Date: Ark

Various G1 Bots x Reader

• Wincing as your daughter screams in Grimlock’s daughter’s face before running to hide with the Aerialbot’s son, you catch Skyfire’s optics and shrug at his frown. Figure they’re learning boundaries and they’re fine. Most of the toddlers are able to walk even if a few of them are as wobbly as newborn colts. And the volume in the rec room had gone through the roof within ten minutes of turning all the kids loose. Jazz’s kid had approached Cliffjumper’s and the two had chirped uncertainly, making the rest of them braver as their sire’s nudged them toward each other to play. You’d watched the biggest of Grimlock’s triplets transform to chase after Waspinator’s tiny son, who’s now latched onto his sire, chirping in terror. Head turning when you hear Prowl snarling at Streetwise to deal with his kid as his son shoves Prowl’s, the two flaring their barely formed plating at each other before one kid shoves the other in the face and you make a mental note that Prowl’s kid is a biter as they start squabbling.

• Opening your arms as Waspinator deposits your son into your lap, his antenna flattened back just like his sire’s, you kiss him on top of the head. And stand to carry him back out into the fray before your overprotective mate can make your kid as skittish as he is. Ignoring Wasp’s protests and your son fisting your shirt with a whine, you head for where Trailbreaker’s twins are playing with stuffed animals with Hound, Cliffjumper, and Bumblebee’s kids. Because this looks more your son’s speed than play fighting even if you have to pry his tiny servos loose as he chirps in fear, hesitating when Trailbreaker’s daughter offers him a stuffed dog. Optics wide, he grabs it and presses his face against it, tiny wing nubs flicking as the other sparkling warbles, attention back on a stuffed tiger.

• “Pax!” You yell in warning and your son turns to grin at you, optics all mischief. And there he goes, not listening to you. How your kid came out a little demon after your own heart instead of calm and serious like Optimus, you have no idea. But he’s into everything and right now, he’s launching himself at another sparkling, the two of them shrieking and play fighting. Even though the kids are half human, they remind you more of puppies running wild, biting and climbing over each other. Hear someone scream and at least three other kids join in, though you’d bet they have no idea why they’re screaming, just not wanting to be left out.

• Watching your daughter babbling baby nonsense at Blaster’s son right before the kid pulls one of her tiny door wings to make her scream and sending Jazz wading into the chaos to separate them. Because both of them are screaming now, Blaster’s kid wailing and upset about losing his playmate as Jazz cradles your daughter to his chassis and Blaster heads his way, frowning. Trying to convince him to let her play with his son.

• They’re feral. Hands on your hips as your kid takes a toy away from Wheeljack’s and wobbles away with it while Red Alert’s kid points and chirps, apparently tattling. You slowly shake your head. Not really sure what you’d expected, but lord of the flies acted out by toddlers wasn’t it. Glancing at Ratchet as your mate tries to distract Wheeljack’s sobbing sparkling with a different toy, you decide watching the bots struggling almost makes the noise worth it. Because they don’t actually seem to mind the chaos, but then Ratchet had told you that none of them expected to be able to have sparklings, their race slowly dying out until arriving on Earth.

[revelboo]

if you found the free time could you please continue that cat scenario? It was so adorable🥺

No rush, you're already feeding us real good :3

Sure!

Trickster Pt 2

Various TFP x Reader

• Staring at the tiny, mewling kitten in your lap, you watch the cat that your big, dragon husband became pick up your other son and pad over to drop the second kitten in your lap. And Predaking just looks expectantly up at you with a rumbling mrr of noise before rearing up, front paws on your shoulder as he meows. He’s a cat. Kind of. He’s cat sized and cat shaped. He’s furry. It’s like looking at a squirrel and calling it a horse, though. Cats don’t look like that, you just don’t have anything closer to equate him to. Meowing louder as if to say snap out of it, you shudder and cup your hands around your sparklings. Kittens. You’re pretty sure you’re about to have a nervous breakdown.

• Laughing hysterically as the white, red, and green cat that was your asshole bot yowls and twines about your ankles, trying to climb your pants leg, you make a half-ass attempt to kick him that sends him scurrying, ears back. Have no idea what happened, you’d come out of the abandoned store Wheeljack carries you to and he’d reached for you. Before falling forward, becoming a fluffy little fur ball. Magic? Sci-fi bullshit? You have no idea, but you’re not giving up this opportunity. Striding across the dirt and sand as the sun bakes you, you’re aware of the Wheeljack cat trotting after you, still screeching. Maybe you’ll keep him as a pet. Get him a little collar with a bell. Maybe you’ll get him neutered, too.

• Squirming like a mad thing while making plaintive noises, Dreadwing finally gives up and goes limp in your arms. And you can feel the end of his tail flicking against you as he meows unhappily when you press your face against his soft fur. Don’t know what happened to him, but he’s warm and fluffy and so adorable like this. Pressing a kiss against his head as his ears flatten out, you hear him reluctantly start purring. Because now, you get to take care of him.

• That’s the ugliest, skinniest cat you’ve ever seen. Stretched out on your belly watching it pace around the base of Starscream’s desk, you baby talk it and wonder how it got on the Nemesis. Maybe it’s an experiment that got loose? Cause c it’s not really a cat. Cats don’t look like that. Or maybe the big aliens keep things besides people as pets? Yowling as it stands up on the leg of the desk, claws scraping against the metal, you croon at it and it bares little, sharp teeth to hiss at you. And it looks kind of like your prickly turkey, colored up like him.

• There he is. Arm around the red cat that was Knockout, you bend to pick up the big fluffy hairball that’s Breakdown and he hisses, baring sharp teeth, fur standing on end. “Don’t be that way,” you croon as Knockout just hangs there, ears back and resigned. “It’s not like I’m going to give you a bath, Breaky.” Though chucking him in your little cup you use as a tub would be so satisfying. “You don’t think I hold grudges, do you?” And he’s running from you, apparently knowing that you do indeed hold grudges.

• “Hey! No, bad Shockwave!” Apparently whatever just happened to him hasn’t done anything to his libido. Even as a freakish, one eyed purple thing that might generously be called a cat, he’s still horny. Trying to hump your leg when you’d stretched out to lay among your blankets and his claws are out as you twist and drag him to you. Hearing his disgruntled growling as you sit up and hold him out at arms length, his ears flattened back and tail swishing. “How can you still be horny?” Settling him in your lap, you scratch behind an ear and he purrs, stretching out.

• Numbly cradling your mewling baby’s warmth to yourself, you watch Megatron clawing, jumping on, and yowling at the staff. Trying to undo whatever it is he’d done. Catifying himself and your son. All of the Cybertronians on the Nemesis if you have to guess. The one that was Starscream took off somewhere, fur on end after Megatron had smacked the crap out of him with a paw, hissing like this was the Seeker’s fault instead of his. And your son mews, mouth opening against the inside of your wrist, all wobbly and eyes shut like a newborn kitten. Curling yourself around him, you’re aware that you’re trapped on the arm of the throne, that you can’t get down without help because it’s too high and your idiot mate can’t figure out how to fix this.

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I miss Thundercracker Boo, may we get an update of him, he needs to know he has a large amount of followers and I bet he's making money

Sure!

Better Open The Door Pt 21

Thundercracker x Reader

• Smiling as you loop your arm through Thundercracker’s, you catch your mom mouthing ‘blink twice if you’re in danger’ and you swallow a laugh, just shaking your head at her. And your dad? He’s absolutely not buying your story about falling madly in love and eloping with some guy you just met, his jaw working as he just glares at Thundercracker. To be fair, it could be the avatar, too, though. Because you’re not immune to that uncanny valley, uncomfortable prickling his avatar causes. Your brain screaming that it’s wrong.

• Struggling to keep his smile in place without edging into what you call his serial killer face. He’s pretty sure your parents despise him and your sire looks like he’s trying to decide where to hide his body. This somehow so awkward it’s physically painful as he struggles to make small talk. What does he do for a living? He’d told them he was a writer and they’d both just frowned. Your sire implying that you’re going to be the one having to support both of you in times of such disapproval he’d actually apologized to the man.

• Settling yourself in Thundercracker’s lap and dragging his arm across yourself, you try to appear like you’re so happily stupid in love that you’d just bail on all of your responsibilities to shack up with some guy you barely know. Who looks like he just wants to crawl into a hole and die as your dad’s frown deepens. Your mom at least looks like she wants to buy it, most likely hoping for grandkids. And given your story, soon.

• This is trial by combat. Your sire on the offensive, launching a never ending barrage of questions and getting angrier and angrier with his answers. How did you two meet? Where are you two going to live? When’s the marriage? You’re going to get an actual job, right? His lies feel too thin as he feels you shaking with silent laughter against him, hiding your face against his neck. And he’s struggling, obviously failing as your sire just scowls at him. Hating every word he says, making him feel like he really is failing you.

• You wonder if the holomatter avatars can cry, because your mate looks like he’s about to have a nervous breakdown. Not that you blame him, you’d known your parents, well, your dad, was going to be awful to him. And he didn’t disappoint. Can practically feel Thundercracker’s relief when you say you two have to go home and you have to dance around the where have you been staying, being as vague as possible as you pull Thundercracker along with you, making your escape amid hugs and your mom whispering in your ear to ask if you’re really okay to make you feel loved as you reassure you. “You good?” You ask once you’re out on the sidewalk and Thundercracker just stares at you in disbelief. “Well, they’ll probably mellow out some by Thanksgiving when we have to do it again with the extended family.” And you crack up at the look of horror on his face. ‘It’s going to be worse, isn’t it?’ He demands and you go up on tiptoe to press a kiss against his jaw. “You have no idea.”

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Not as ugly as I figured a plush from AliExpress would be, but I did have to take an electric razor to him to try the fur down some. He was very wooly. He still is, but the cheap $10 razor isn’t quite up to the task

[revelboo]

Does the other Humans knows about Thundercracker novel? I just know that novel opened a lot of bots for human fuckers

The humans don’t know yet… 🔞 🌶️

Caught

Bluestreak x Reader

• Swiping to turn to the next page, Bluestreak isn’t sure what he’d expected when Jazz had distributed the novel to several of them, but for being written by a Decepticon, it’s surprisingly good. About a Cybertronian adventurer and his human companion. And it’s sweet, the two slowly getting closer. Falling in love to make his own spark ache as he glances at where you’re amusing yourself painting your nails. In his colors even though he doesn’t know what to make of it. The longing of the Cybertronian in the novel for his human something he understands all too well. Needs you by his side, needs your warmth and voice so he’s not so alone.

• Carefully screwing the lid back on the polish, you wander closer to where Blue’s stretched out. “Work or pleasure?” You ask and his head lifts. Just staring at you, those blue optics so confused your heart melts a little more. He’s so sweet and innocent, you just want to hug him. “Reading something fun?” You clarify, gesturing at the alien gibberish on his datapad. Figure it’s not work related, because he’d been smiling as he reads. And you like it when he smiles to himself. You’re happy when he’s happy because you get the feeling he’s not had a lot of happy in his life.

• “Oh, yeah. It’s an adventure story and the characters are holed up hiding from the bad guy during a storm,” he says, watching you duck under his wrist to sit leaning against the crook of his elbow, little fingers splayed and he can almost taste the chemical bite of your paint the scent is so strong. “The human’s worried about the Cybertronian, he got hurt getting them both to safety,” he adds, turning the page. “I think they like each other. Yeah, he just kissed her and… and…”

• He’s just staring at the page, optics wide and you hear his fans click on. Blowing on your nails to try and help them dry, you frown. “You good, hun?” Because he looks almost horrified staring at the datapad. “Blue?” It’s not like him to be stunned into silence, the bot talkative to a fault, though you know it’s mostly a nervous tic. That he doesn’t mean to do it and can’t seem to help himself. He’s silent right now, though. He kind of looks a little horrified.

• Venting loudly as his internal systems overheat, he’s staring at the graphic description of a human and a Cybertronian interfacing. The mech mass shifting, then stripping and mounting his human and rutting against them as the thunder rolls outside their shelter. Horrified when his spike stirs behind his modesty panel reading the paragraph. And he’s quickly fumbling the datapad screen off as you stare worriedly at him. Knows you can’t read Cybertronian and right now, he’s so thankful for that. Can’t seem to cool off or meet your eyes, too embarrassed. “Good. I’m good,” he manages, very aware of the warmth of you against his arm. Remembering Megatron’s intercepted PSA and wondering if humans and Cybertronians are really compatible that way. Trying and failing to not think about you and interfacing. Shouldn’t be fantasizing about you that way, you’re his friend. Even if he wants more. Wants all of you to be his.

• Almost falling backwards when he lifts up and scoots sideways to lay down away from you, optics shuttering, you lift your brows. Because, yeah, he’s not acting suspicious at all. If you didn’t know better, your alien boy scout is acting like he got caught with a copy of Playboy or watching porn. “So what happened next?” You ask and his fans get even louder as he pretends to be recharging. How bad could it be? You wonder if it’s a smutty novel. That would mean they have sex, though. Do they have sex? Part of you is tempted to keep pestering until he spills, because he can’t keep a secret to save his life. But he’d looked so mortified you resist the urge, but you can’t help but wonder about if Cybertronians have sex, because you’d be willing to bet that they do.

[revelboo]

Could we mayhaps get an update on the Constructicons? It was just getting spicy, with the others impatient for a turn 🤭

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Drive Pt 13

Constructicons x Reader

• Still wound up from the feel of Mixmaster’s mouth on you, squirming under Bonecrusher, you hang onto him as you come apart and he snarls, hips rolling urgently until he shudders against you and you feel his heat filling you. His lips brush your temple and cheek as he rests his helm against you, and the intimacy of it catches you off guard. Realizing this isn’t just sex to them. That this never was going to be as casual as that. Hear him venting on a low growl before reluctantly pulling out, his big hand cupping your cheek, a servo feathering against you. “Little mate,” he growls, the possessiveness in his voice making you shiver. And Scrapper and Hook growl at each other in their own language, Long Haul voicing his own opinion and backing down when they both snarl at him. Arguing over you? Scrapper approaches you, warm palm sliding over the outside of your thigh as his head tips to study you, but there’s no time to be self conscious about any of it.

• Staring at you, your eyes hooded and dark with arousal as you lay there, thighs slick with Bonecrusher’s release painting your skin, Scrapper wonders how much of his need is his own and how much is Bonecrusher’s influence. Loving you because Bonecrusher does and that vulnerable uncertainty in your eyes sinks into him, leashing the questions. It doesn’t matter if Bonecrusher put the thought into his processor, because it feels right. “You’re ours,” he growls, certainty threading the words. On some level it feels like he’d known you would be all along, and he’s cupping your cheek as he releases his spike and shifts over you. You claimed them, called them your mates and now they’re claiming you in return. Gave them something to unite over, a spot of warmth and acceptance when they’re not used to it. Jaw gritting as he stretches you slowly, he grips the edge of your berth, servos sinking into the soft mattress on top as he moves against you and you tremble under him. “We’re keeping you. Our little conjunx.” Hips pumping, he leans over you fascinated with the way you look lost in pleasure, gasping his name. “Eyes on me,” he growls, taking his time savoring the feel of you under him, those soft noises you make. “Don’t look away.” You’re so tight and wet around him, hands soft when you hang onto him and you move to meet his thrusts. Those trusting eyes staring up at him as he begins to move faster, beating you to the finish line and overloading inside you. Keeps thrusting before reluctantly pulling out when Mixmaster growls at him to hurry up.

• Glossa sliding over his denta remembering the taste of you, he flips you onto your belly and drives into your heat, hips pumping urgently. Rutting against you impatiently. Waited so long for this, for someone to make the first move. Hips snapping against you as you moan and squirm, his head falls back on a groan. Because it feels like you were made just for him, for them. Imagines shifting his plating, sparking you. Would you let him have that? Fill you and spark you? Scrapper already said it. Called you their conjunx. Getting rougher when he hears you whimper his name before you’re coming apart, fisting his spike and he groans when he releases inside you, shuddering as he leans over you to nuzzle your cheek. “Primus, you’re beautiful,” he snarls, groaning as he pulls out and nearly overloads again at his slick mingling with his brothers’s and trailing down your thighs, painting you in pink and blue.

• Snarling at Long Haul when the mech tries to go next, Hook flares his plating slightly in warning before shifting behind you and releasing his spike to pressurize. For a moment frozen as your head turns to look back at him, your breathing ragged and his brothers’s slick making a mess of you. Needing to add his own. Fill you until he has nothing left to give you. Groaning as he buries himself in you, he lazily rocks against you. Savoring the feel of you as you squirm, whimpering a protest that you’re too sensitive that makes him smile. “You’ve got two more mates to accept after me,” he whispers in your ear, feeling your thighs trembling against him. And he’s not going to be rushed, wants to enjoy the first time, the feel of you gripping his spike as you squirm under him. One of your legs sliding against the outside of his as you moan his name. “That’s right,��� he growls, hips pumping. “You’re going to take all of us.” Multiple times if he has his way and you tremble under him on a soft cry, milking his spike until he overloads with a growl.

• You’re messy and slick with their excess, glowing rivulets running down your legs and dripping on the floor as Hook moves to let Long Haul replace him. Wants to make you even messier, to frag you until he overloads inside you and then to pump his spike until he releases on your skin, because you look obscene and amazing laying there panting and well fragged. “Look at you,” he snarls, driving deep to make you whimper. And he only manages a handful of hard thrusts, shuddering at the wet sound of his spike pounding inside you before he’s overloading hard. Far too quickly and he snarls as Scavenger drags him away and replaces him. “Wasn’t done.”

• “We can go another round,” Scavenger growls dismissively, his spike pressurizing as he spears into you and you whimper. ‘I can’t,’ you protest, thighs trembling as he moves inside you. And you’re so slick, so tight as he thrusts deep. “Just one more for me. Let me take care of you” he coaxes, hands gripping you as his hips snap against you. Engine snarling when his fans kick on and he knows he won’t last long this first time. Hears you moan his name as he ruts inside you. Wondering what it would feel like to press you against their spark as Devastator. To be tangled in you while they’re all combined and he’s overloading at the thought, grinding against you on a groan as he gives you everything. And you really are beautiful when he pulls out, slick with all of their releases as you pant raggedly. Their mate. Leaning to brush a kiss against your shoulder, he moves and watches Bonecrusher cover you again with a snarl. Almost laughing at your startled moan, like you didn’t realize this isn’t just a quick frag. Most likely, you’re not leaving that berth tonight except for them to feed you before they start over again. They’ve all been waiting for this long enough.

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