#Rumble x reader

[revelboo]

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

[pinkanonwrites]

"Oh! That's What That Does?!"

All art by @archie-sunshine

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns

Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)

NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!

“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”

“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”

Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”

You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.

“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in. 

Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.

 Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.

“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”

“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)

“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.

“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.

“Does it hurt?”

“Somethin’ like dat.”

“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.

“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”

“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just-”

“Be careful. I know.”

And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.

“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”

“Well? Get it outta there!”

“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”

“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”

“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”

“What was that?”

“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”

“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.

CLANG!

You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.

“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”

“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.

“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”

“N-No!”

Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.

“...Maybe?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.

“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”

“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”

“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”

His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”

“I promise.”

“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.

“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.

“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”

“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~” 

With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.

“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”

You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”

“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”

You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.

“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”

I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.

“Ah! Stop!”

You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.

“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.

“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”

“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.

“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”

“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”

“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”

“I can handle it! I-I can!”

“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”

He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”

Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.

“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.”

With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow.  Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.

As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.

“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.

“How you feeling, hun?”

“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”

You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.” 

He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.

“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”

[rabotimagines]

"Party Dice"

oh- oh this is def gonna need a continuation or another character's scenario. This hit different

"Party dice" pt 2 GN BOT Reader x Rumble [Smut]

Summary: Summary: You get paired with Rumble during a cross faction game of "interface dice". Or giving the cassette a good ol' handy.

Genre/Theme: Smut scenario 🔞 MDNI

Warnings: Voyeurism, Technically Public Hand job, Rumble calls reader a whore, mild brat taming on Rumble. (As result of the former)

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours, they

Notes: Written with flirty Older Autobot Reader, Reader is a bigger bot than Rumble, not said how much but just mentioned that you're a bigger bot than him. Part one with Skyfire is right here!, Randomly selected happens for the other mechs here, (aka Astrotrain is mentioned taking a servo up his valve, etc,)

Rumble was stuck staring till Skywarp nearly fell on top of him after Starscream smacked him for his smart aft comment. It took a while for things to pretend to settle down for everyone after the show you put on servicing Skyfire's spike. You'd done more work than just for Skyfire with that slagging show you put on.

When they got back to the game, Bumblebee got the dice next and had to make out with Starscream. And neither of 'em even objected to the draw! Sure, Bumblebee sighed, but he just got up and met Starscream halfway- and they just started going at it! Starscream basically yanked Bumblebee against him to kiss him harder. And Rumble wishes he was either of 'em in all honesty. He was pent up and ready for just some kind of action.

But the roll chances of array stuff were still low, so after the make out, It went back to the usual slag. Though the next highlight of the game of definitely Astrotrain's lucky roll.

Astrotrain on his knees and servos with all four of that dune buggy's digits stuffed up his valve. Muttering "I think I can fit my servo in here-" all before he was halfway gauntlet deep in Astrotrain. Skywarp laughed loud over the sound Astrotrain had made suddenly getting stuffed full. Astrotrain glared and told Skywarp he was going to fragging make him regret his function if he didn't shut up. And Skywarp only kept laughing like a loon.

And it just so happened two rolls after that Skywarp rolled a real lucky. "Get valve spiked by Astrotrain."

Skywarp used his chicken as soon as Astrotrain's helm snapped in his direction. Rumble laughed over the sorry expression on Skywarp's faceplate. Shame, though, cause Rumble would have loved to watch Skywarp get his valve pounded by Astrotrain of all mechs. Especially when he was this slagged off at him. Rumble bets Astrotrain could've made Skywarp cry. Real shame.

Then it was the usual slag for a while again- which Yeah funny, but Rumble wanted some heated action! Somethin' good. It's been a while since your performance, but Rumbles' frame was still humming hot just thinking about it.

But the dice finally make their way back to Rumble again. And he could get something good-! Rumble rolled the dice together against his servos. "C'mon, Rumble needs a good- roll!" He tossed the dice out onto the floor.

The glyphs projected up into the air.

"Get spike job from-

Rumble couldn't stop himself from jumping up with a shout of victory when he saw the other dice projecting your designation. "Yeah! That's what I'm talking about!"

"Oh, C'mon-!" Skywarp cursed under his vents.

"Stuff it, Skywarp! It's my turn!" And then he realized everyone was looking right at you- Right, you might bail on him! Slag! Rumble paused and waited for what'd you'd say.

"Eh, it's just a- what's the human term? A handie? Yeah, just a handie." You shrugged unbothered by any of it. Your optics found Rumble's visor. "Well, what are you waiting for? C'mhere. " You patted your own thigh. A grin split his faceplate again, and Rumble was not about to wait.

With one more smug look towards Skywarp (sour slagger!), Rumble dashed over to your spot on the floor. Rumble practically threw himself down in your lap, enjoying the huff outta you when he sat with a thunk. Your servos flew onto his waist to steady him, and Rumble leaned his back against your frame. Your em field brushed lightly against him, and he paused at the touch of it. His array already reacting in interest. One of your servos tapped directly above his modesty panel "Open up."

Rumble did, and his spike pressurized, and he huffed, crossing his arms over his chassis. "Well, get to it." Rumble grinned.

"Bossy, ain't you?" Your tone was a touch clipped, but you obeyed. Your servo casually wrapped around his spike and slowly started serving him. The slow slide of your palm dragging another fit of charge up Rumble's spinal strut every time you stroked. "What? You void of manners or something?" Rumble could feel your chassis lightly hum with energon when your vocalizor activated.

Rumbled scoffed. "What? Like, I gotta say 'please' or some slag like that? I ain't no fragging good for nothing Autobot. I'm just the Con who got lucky and gets to use you this turn." Your em field pulled back immediately, and the warmth that was coaxing along Rumble's plating went cold when it left. Rumble's plating that started loosening on its own flattened back out. Your servo pumped, and on your next trip to his spike head, your thumb smeared his pre lubricant over his tip.

You hummed the sound rather loud when his back was almost flat against your frame. "Oh, really now? And what do you mean by 'use'?"

Rumble scoffed. What like it wasn't obvious? You're joking, right? "What? You think it's not obvious you're the Autobot's whore?"

"Hey! That's not-!"

"Bumblebee." You started, and the scout shut up just like that. "Oh, am I now?" Your servo slowly kept stroking his spike- and yeah, you knew exactly what you were doing. Rumble would bet shanix you'd done this more times than you could count. "And that means- you can just... demand what you want from me?"

Well, at least you understood that part. "Yeah, cause you're easy." You hummed again your em field ghosted along the edge of his plating and Rumble couldn't even make out what emotion you were putting out- whatever it was, was hot so he assumed you were getting off on just this.

Your pace only stayed at the same slow aft rate, and Rumble could feel his hips wanna buck up. "Cmon, pick up the pace already-!" Rumble gripped your arm and your thigh.

"Okay, brat." You bite out and Rumbles plating ruffles. Did you just call him a brat? Rumble knows he can hear Skywarp and Starscream laugh. He even hears a fragging sound from one of the Autobots-! Rumble only feels himself getting actually slagged off. If there was one fragging thing he hated the most, it was being treated like some unprogramed new build just cause he was small.

"I ain't no slagging youngling!" Rumble bites out, his em field turning sharper at the edges "What? You need your optics checked or something? You old bag of bolt-!" You shifted your entire body weight, and Rumble almost falls sideways right off your lap. "Hey, what the-!" Your servos fully mech handle Rumble, so he's laying back in your lap now. Sprawled out on top of your thighs.

"Bite your glossia before I bite it for you, brat." Your servo catching the back of his helm is the only reason Rumble doesn't fall outta your lap. Rumble is stuck staring up at your faceplate for half a nanoklick before you lock him into a kiss-! Rumble hums in shock, his own sound of surprise getting caught in your mouth.

"Hey-!" Rumble can hear Skywarp shout, and Rumble doesn't even wanna laugh about it. That's the second time you'd called him a brat, and you were actually fragging getting him mad-! Doesn't matter if you were servicing him or not! You call him that again, and he's gonna- Rumble makes a noise of surprise when your glossia laps against his derma. Your other servo wraps back around his spike, and Rumble gasps when you start pumping his spike again. And you just use the opportunity to slip your glossia into Rumbles' mouth.

Frag- Rumbles is a bit aware of your size difference when he's trying and failing to match your glossia. Glossia pressing against his own and on the flat of his own denta. But Rumble wouldn't just- lay down and let you mech handle him like this or nothin'! He may be small, but that doesn't mean he's easy to beat! Rumble latches a servo on your arm and squeezes. You don't make a sound, but your plating twitches under his hold. Rumble pushes back against you, doing his sparkdamnest to try and win some control over this stupid kiss you locked him into.

But Rumble groans into your mouth when your servo pauses to squeeze the base of his spike. You just tilt his helm back more, and Rumble almost chokes on the amount of oral lubricant that starts spilling down his intake. You just take the opportunity to take his glossia and swallow around it. His glossia stings lightly, and-

Rumble grunts when you pull back a bit from the kiss, taking his glossia along with your mouth. You've got his glossia trapped between your denta, and you're holding him there. Rumble can feel one of your fangs nipping against the top of his glossia. And you're staring down at Rumble- gaze narrow and optics sharp-! There's a hissing vent outta someone, and Rumble almost thought it was his own. But the quiet cursing definitely told him it was someone else. Your em field is dragging along the dips of his spinal strut. Your servo slowly squeezes the base of his spike firm, and Rumble can't help failing to bite back a whine. Your derma only quirked up at the sound.

You closed the distance again and let Rumble's glossia fall back into his mouth, followed by your own glossia-! Rumble groans against you when you pump his spike faster. Yeah, just like that-! Rumble's hips jumped on your next stroke upwards, and you laughed against his derma.

Rumble should be mad-! He should be fragging furious you were playing with him like this in front of everybody. But the way you were kissing him was like you were kissing his thoughts away-!

You moaned against him, and Rumble's thoughts go sliding down his intake along with your oral lubricant. Oh, you were slagging dangerous!

"Rumble you're losing!" Skywarp called out- and you know what?! What the frag ever! Rumble didn't care if you lead! Especially if it slagged off Skywarp-! Especially when you made him feel like this when you did it! Rumble just lets go of your arm to flash Skywarp his middle digit. Rumble can't help his 'em field flexing in amusement when he can hear Skywarp's seething from over here. Jealous fragger-!

"I don't think he cares, mech. Losing never looked so good." The dune buggy drones. And he's slagging right! Rumble would lose a hundred sparkdamn times to the Autobots if it meant he could have this happen every time-! Rumble can feel you hum against him the sound tingling on his glossia. Rumble can't miss the amusement in your em field when it practically wraps back around him. Rumble's whole frame warms and your servo speeds up even more and-!

Rumble's hips jump again, and he's overloading in your servo with a muffled groan. You just swallow the sound down and keep working his spike- and you're still kissing him-! Your derma pressing against his own and your glossia is tracing over his own denta! You just nipped down on Rumble's bottom derma when he tries to break the kiss. His bottom derma stings, and he can't pull back when you're biting him, so he pushes forward where you just use the chance to kiss him again-!

Rumble's hips are twitching and bucking against your servo that's now unforgiving on his spike. Frag-! Frag-! Rumble can hear himself getting louder against you, but frankly, he can't give a single sparkdamn. Especially not when you were making him forget why he needed to worry about that in the first place. Who cares-!? Not Rumble! Rumble gasps against you, and you just keep on chasing him when he tries to break the kiss again. Rumbles fragging light helmed, and stuck stupidly swallowing around your glossia by the end of it.

Rumble's frame slacks and tenses all over again in your lap when his overload ends, and you finally slowly pull your servo off his overworked spike. You pull away from him when your glossia was in the back of his mouth. A string of oral lubricant lately realizes it can't stay on either of your glossias and falls down onto his own chassis. Making a bigger sparkdamn mess on his front along with his own transfluid.

"Oh slag-!"

"Oh yeah."

Rumble doesn't even care the rest are gawking right at you both now- Rumble doesn't give a single frag. Rumble huffed in rapid vents, trying real hard to get his processor working the way it was supposed to be. Rumble eventually registers the feeling of oral lubricant spilling down his fragging throat from the side of his mouth.

Rumble tenses all over with a grunt when your servo suddenly dipped lower to just start touching his valve. "Frag-!" Rumble can't stop his vocalizor from pitching higher than it usually would when your digits start rubbing over his soaked valve. Rumble's mouth falls open with a huffy vent when two of your digits slip between his valve mesh and nudge against his own entrance. Rumble grits his jaw when his valve instinctively tries to clench down on your digits even when you aren't inside him yet.

But instead of pushing your digits in the rest of the way inside, you pull away. Your servo rises and a string of his own valve lubricant sticks to your digits. Making a shiny, barely but still very obvious connection of his own slick.

Your other servo cups the side of his face, and Rumbles helm gets titled. Rumble can feel something soft against his temple- it's your derma. "Good boy." You praise and your 'em field brushes down his frame warm and makes his post overload haze somehow even more addicting. Rumble can't even get his vents half under control before someone's engine revs loud and uncontrolled, and then everyone starts yapping at once.

A loud cough was followed by an aggressive resetting of a vocalizor "Sorry-!" Bumblebee apologized.

"Sparkdamn."

"It should have been me-!"

"Well-" followed by nervous sounding laugher "That was um-"

"Slag-" Rumble curses and swallows the ridiculous amount of both your oral lubricants in his mouth. He forces his very heavy servo to raise and wipe away the messy trail down his own jaw. "That was-"

Your optics find his visor, and you smile at him like a cybercat. Smug.

It makes Rumble's plating fluff. And Rumble wants to be mad about it- he wants to be so mad about it. But he can't right now, especially not right after that overload you gave him.

And that somehow makes him feel- he didn't know-!

"Back to your spot, Darling." You say and pull him back into sitting position in your lap. Rumble sways a little at the tug, your servos gliding over both the dips of his hips. (He's not thinking about that still! No, he's fragging not!). But Rumble just follows what you'd said and pulls himself back up.

Rumble didn't need his optics functioning to know everyone was watching him when he walked back over to his spot on the floor and sat down. Rumble could feel Skywarp glaring at him from his right, and he couldn't help smirking a bit. Oh, Rumble's gonna be able to brag about this to Skywarp for fragging cycles. It didn't matter you used him like that when it felt so fragging good in the first place. Skywarp's jealous em field was promising some string of violence when you started talking again.

"Okay. Who's next?" You scooped the dice up and made everyone stop gawking at Rumble to turn towards you instead.

And Rumble was real glad he didn't have an engine so he just grunted when you raised your other servo- the one you had on his array, and casually popped your two digits into your mouth. The ones he knows were almost in his valve- You pulled your now cleaned digits out of your mouth, your glossia swiping over your derma. You started shaking the dice in your one closed servo. "Anybody feeling lucky?" You smiled.

Rumble sat up straighter, realizing he might get extra lucky tonight.

Probably not, but he could still fragging hope so!

[drabbletron]

Psst, 18 for Rumble? Is that possible? 👀

Bucking In The Bathroom: Rumble X Reader SMUT

|| It is very possible! This is my first time writting for him so hopefully its good. Barely edited and written on the clock lol! Enjoy! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Rumble hasn't stopped moaning since you first put your mouth between his thighs. First came the licking to tease him, then the nibbling to get him to open up, now comes the best part where you can smush your face right into his pretty, periwinkle valve. The soft mesh like a pillow against your cheeks as you lap at his entrance, trying to shove your tongue as deep as it will go and then deeper still. He just tastes so good! Supple, wet, and irresistible!

Your hands come up to wrap around his massive thighs, keeping him right where you want him so he can't squirm away from you.

"Ah, slag, you don't let up do ya?! Ya like it that much?"

You hum, pressing deeper into him and using your thumb to run fierce circles over his anterior node as a response, making him grip the walls in the corner of the too small bathroom as he bucks helplessly into you. The ceramic tiles crack under his fists and his helm tosses back, knocking a few lose with a moan.

Outside the bathroom the bar goers hardly hear a thing over the pulsing music. No one knows if it's the singer in the song or the mech at your mercy wailing, and frankly you don't even care. His pretty lips are all yours for the taking and you lose yourself, eyes rolling, to his taste. If you werent drunk before, you'd consider yourself that now. Valve drunk as he overloads against your face with a call of your name.

Rumble's dizzy processor can't tell which way is up and which way is down as the graffitied bathroom spins in his optics. He knows he's finished, but the way you slurp against him, so very hungry, gives him the urge to take more.

"If ya like it so much, maybe you should keep at it?! Feels crazy like, like -- hell I dont even know, just keep doin' that!"

Amid his encouragement, Rumble's servo finds its way to the back of your head to jam you further into him. His grip is bruising, but his moans make it more than bearable. Then he falls forward to catch himself on the stall, metal bending under his grip, and you're dragged back onto your ass, off balance and drowning in his plush valve while he humps your face because he hasn't let go of your head.

"Jus' like that! That's it! 'M gonna overload --! 'M gonna--Agh, frag yeah!"

Hot transfluid spills from his valve down your chin and throat as his still thrusting hips smear it all over your face. You're certain to be a terrible mess after this encounter, but with the way Rumble looks, hunched like a wild animal above you and venting like it's going out of style, now's the time to admire and bask in what just transpired.

Through rough venting and heavy static, all he can utter is this: "Maybe next time I'll return the favor."

[minzart]

Beggars can't be choosers(5)

Ao3 - Prev - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Skywarp & Reader(GN), Rumble & Reader(GN) ,Thundercracker & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

You had to walk over 3 hours to get to your job, but fuck if it wasn't worth it, with a convenient lie here and there you could access the showers, earning a cold bath, but a bath nonetheless, you had to convince Rumble to stay in your bag but better that than the unconfortable chance of him asking why are you ashamed of being nude

The dreadful feeling of how the fuck were you meant to misdirect a parts shipment was momentarily ignored during the morning. You focused on your job, in some moments, when it was you and your colegues, you could pretend everything was normal again... then the second you were alone, Rumble would pop in and start talking smack of what he had heard from your previous conversation, sometimes he was paying more attention than you were at those

His perspective of the conversations are quite funny tho, wich balances the awareness of constant surveillance that he is to you

"I'm just saying, maybe she sould be less of a Glitch if she wants that promotion sooo bad" he says to you as you work on a new tank model, this one not being secretary alive thankfully... hopefully, please don't be alive

"It's been some hard months to her" you roll a big wheel to possition, ready to take the old one out "let her be a bit mean"

"You are just saying that because she is your superior" the caccette snicker "I saw your face contort when she called your work sloopy"

You huff, rolling the old wheel out of the way "shut up"

"See! Oh! Hey human, you busy?" You look at him, in caccette mode at the nearest table, while you were making heavy work of changing a tanks big old wheels

"Guess"

"We are going to have a visitor- HIM?! WHY HIM?!" You see the caccetticon jump angrily from side to side "ughhhh I should've let Frenzy come if this is who I'll be seeing today"

You freeze, gathering all your courage and walk very calmly, ever so casual, to the work table, pretending to be reading the spread street of the model you are working on, ever so aware of the cameras surrounding you now, and says "who's coming?"

"Skywarp, that overcooked turkey" Rumble murmurs annoyed

"He's... a jet or a tank?"

"Jet..."

"Tell him to park at hagar 11" you move your hands over the spread sheet "the cameras are wonky there since last years black-out, it's usualy free for us to take a break now, but every once in a while a pilot will park there and we'll have to move over for the maintainence team"

"Got it"

"I am serious, if he lands anywere else and I get caught or one of you guys do, I will be useless to your cause and you probably captured and studied under a, not so gentle, science team"

"Oh, don't worry about that, Skywarp would be fine... we, on the other hand... I could just blow this place up"

"For more of the technological advantage and size that you have, we humans are like cockrouches, hard to kill, harder to get rid off, you may escape but your existence would become publicly, from what I understand you guys don't want that"

"Fair... here, done, now stop complaining!"

"Thank you"

"Don't mention it..." but you see the little jump of surprise the caccette gave when you thanked him, an amused smile coming to your face "stop looking at me like that!"

"Fine,fine, how long untill our guest arrives?"

"Knowing him? One human hour, a little bit more, an arc"

"That fast?"

"Seekers" you can hear the roll of optics

"Got it" you go back to the tank and finish its maintenance quickly, heading out to hagar 11, and praying no-one is there for now

It was, in fact, not empty, but you had some time to kill, so you gave a warning to everyone and marked the room as "in use," putting cones around the outside area, no-one questioned you, there was no reason to, for now, tomorrow was another story

You hear the familiar turbins of jets and planes while waiting for your new patient, watching from afar as pilots jumped off and in their planes, the place was busy, paint work, maintenance, cargo, a little bit of everything happening today, not unusual

Then you see a black and purple jet approaching quickly, if it weren't for the unfamiliar color scheme, you would have confused him for a usual warmachine, unlike the other seeker you know, this one's turbins don't make a diferent sound

You wonder if it's intentional on his part or not

Picking the sinalizers, you start the procedure for his landing, keeping up the charade, he lands without issue, and enters inside the hangar "bit more to the left!"

You guide, carefully thinking a position where the cameras wouldn't capture you that well, mindful of his emblem in both wings, you had to hide those before someone barges in

"This place looks like trash" you hear the jet complain

"Quieter!" You scold him

"Don't tell me what to do human" you see the two blasters slide to your direction, a purple glow emanating from them "you are lucky our lord thinks you are useful"

"And you would disapoint him if you blew up this cover" you bluff, heart beating fast in face of the charging alien guns "so do as I say, and be quieter"

"..." the weapons cool off "fine"

"Oh wow, I thought you couldn't shut up!" Rumble snickers from your pocket

"Rumble?!" You hear the jet, this time his voice more quieter, someone could belive a pilot was inside him graced with a loud voice from birth, better than the booming from before "you are playing human-keeper now?HA!"

"Oh shove it up your aft Skywarp, would you?" The caccette jumps off your pocket and transforms, hands on hip joints "at least I am not the one having a check-up with the little doctor, what did you broke this time?"

"For your information I did nothing!"

"Go back to caccette mode" you shove the big lavender alien against a pile of boxes "someone could see you"

"This is merely a request from lord Megatron" the caccette shows his silver tongue, they have tongues, alright, fuck, what the hell, why wouldn't they "a test for the human"

You pick Rumble up and leave him on top of the boxes, rolling your eyes at Skywarp answer, you are starting to suspect that whatever test you should be having you already passed, and now the warlord was just using that as an easy way to convince the more stuborn mechs to come to you.... wich seems to be all of them

"Enough with the talk, let me in, I need to do my job" you pull the big metal ladder from it's resting place, tool box in hand

"Ew, you are getting inside of me?" You can see the plane scrunching in itself in disgust "with those gruby hands, fat chance"

You sigh loudly "I'll desynthesize you after, now stop being a baby"

"What's a baby?" Rumble asks from down bellow

"Tinny human that only cries, eat and poops"

"HA! THAT IS SKYWARP- wait what is poops?"

"SHUT UP!" You hear his blasters caring again

"Alright, fine, I won't get in!" You quickly pull the ladder off, ignoring Rumbles' question and paccing around the place "I'll still have to touch you for a check-up"

"As long as you are not inside my cockpit" you hear his guns power down again, great, a trigger happy bitch "I can deal with the rest"

"Deal"

Just like that you start your work, turbins functional, motor in very good condition, estabelizers well fixed in place, joints needing oil but that's nothing compared to what you had to do before

No energon leaks, his landing wheel, however, needed to be changed, you didn't knew if they expanded to a bigger part of his body or not, depending on where they were stored in his other form you couldn't replace them without breaking or denting him

"Your wheels" you stretch out, your joints begging for a break "do they expand when you transform?"

"What?"

You gently kick the landing gear "this part of you, have you noticed if it changed when in your Cybertronian form?"

"Not really..." he thinks

"Alright, this I'll have to check on the base later, because outside of your used up wheels you are good to go"

"That's it?" You hear the disbelief in the mechs voice "no need to open me up and check my circuits? How do you know I'm even sane!"

"You are a bit trigger happy for my tastes, but nothing too out of it from your leader, and I am not a therapist, kidnap another human for that, one that at least has the right degree this time, I didn't do robotics y'know"

"Are you calling lord Megatron crazy?!" You hear for the tenth time his weapons power up, now so used to it you don't cower anymore

"I am saying he has anger issues, and he will need to check that after whatever war is going on pass if he wishes to finally have peace with himself" you clean your hands "not that he is crazy, and neither are you, just traumatized in diferent ways, probably"

"..." again, the weapons cool down "you are weird..."

"I know, right?" Rumble says after a while only observing you work

You roll your eyes and say nothing, guiding your guest out of the hangar, without any more words, he takes off and you watch the black and purple jet grow ever small in the horizon, then he shines purple, and like a trick of the light, he glitches in the same place and suddenly... he is gone

You look at Rumble shocked "what did just happen?!"

"What? Never saw a jet teleport before?" He laughs

"HE CAN TELEPO- warp, of course, of course he can. Why wouldn't he be able to teleport, I should stop questioning things at this point"

..............................

You had fucked up, that's the only thought plagging your mind as you enter your superiors office, the comander ever stoic greets your with a nod and polite acknowledged "do you know why you are here?"

"No sir" you answer honestly, anxiety eating you alive "I was just informed to come talk to you"

"I see, good, it makes this easier" he takes a contract from his desk, and slides it to you "read it and sign on the doted lines, congratulations"

"Congratulations...?" You pick up the papers, the caccette in your pocket swirls in amusement as you gasp, a promotion "I-thank you very much, sir!"

Chief of maintenance and test operations, chief mechanic, a huge pay upgrade, how? You weren't the most competent one, nor the most proactive or suck up, how was this decided, your mind runs with questions as you walk slowly by the corridor, the time to go "home" finally came

And now, of all times too, you couldn't even commemorate properly without fake smiles, playing the part of a lucky and hard earned rewarded worker

"How...?" You murmur walking by the road side to the middle of the deserted area

"Sooo" you hear Rumble say "how did you like the gift?"

"..." You stop, picking the caccette from it's resting place in your backpack "you did this?"

"Eh... yes, while you were occupied, really your human communication conection isn't hard to break in" now that night falls the caccette transforms, and walks beside you "a context here, some names there, a mensage for one then to another and bam, mission accomplished just like lord Megatron desired"

"Why?"

"Something about an advantage to the cause by your missions success"

"..." Oh... it's so you can directly have access to the shipment and personally request the parts "makes sense"

The walk continues, and from a brief second, you think you say something parked up ahead, something shaped like your bike, but it was just your wishful thinking, it was only Thundercracker

"At this point I'll start calling you my designated driver" you wave at him, body tired from work and walk

The blue seeker hufs, no smile on sight, but no frown either "I am the only one open to the idea of it, just don't expect me at your back and call every time you need to go somewhere without previous warning"

He transforms, and you climb inside, Rumble jumping in and waiting for you in caccette mode on the pilot seat , he takes off after you secured yourself and your precious backpack

"So..." You start "how was your day?"

"Smooth" Rumble says, you roll your eyes

"Do you have a better topic than this for a four to three hours flight or do you want to stay quiet during it?" You grumble

"I may not be allowed to disclose details to humans" Thundercracker answers anyways

"I'm not asking for missions report, just, what did you do besides those y'know? Free time or something stupid you saw, those things"

You feel the jet hum rather than hear him "I see... Skywarp was acting strange today, he tried to transform while seeing his own feet several times, it was funny to see him tumble down"

"Please tell Reflector caugh those moments, Please!" Rumble begs

"Ask him yourself..."

"I can't belive he actualy tried to see his wheels change" you hold back a laugh "he could have just waited for me, is he always this impatient?"

"You have no ideia"

"Speaking of Skywarp... he can teleport is that... normal to you guys?"

"Ah... this explains why he went into recharge when he got back" the jet murmurs

"Yes and no" Rumble answers "these guys won't say if they were born with it or acquire it. Honestly, my best guess is that Starscream modified them in their recharge"

"If the comander wishes to keep this between ourselves, I won't divulgue the truth to anyone else"

"So you do have a special hability like that?" You fishiout

"An anoying one" Rumble grumbles "so loud"

"Not my fault that you don't run the second you hear me coming"

"How am I to run when you come already blasting that Primus-forsaken high pithched sound!"

"Like super sonic booms? Fascinating... you use it offten?"

"Those habilities offten costs too much energy to use, not effective for constant battle"

"I thought you wouldn't divulge any information for a human" Rumble teases

"It is nothing any other bot doesn't know already, only fair to share it with our medic"

"Thanks"

"You are too polite fleshie" "you are welcome"

..............................

Getting back on the Decepticon base, you imediatly went to the medical wing, asking Rumble and Thundercracker to pass a mensage to Skywarp that you wanted to see him, Rumble rolled his optics and passed the task soly to Thundercracker, who complied without fuss

Nothing was unusual, your things still clutered by the side on the ground, maybe you could convince one of them to move a metal box and make a better rest area, the exposed feeling that you had when sleeping was not helping you to actually rest at night

You hear the heavy sound of pads approaching and get ready to greet your patient

Skywarp didn't make too much of a fuss this time, transforming twice for you to analyze his form, luckly he didn't expand the wheels, wich means you could change them properly without risking deeper damage

"Good, pass by tomorrow in my work again, I'll be able to change your wheels, and you will have more control over your landing again, no problem"

"Tsk, my landing is perfect"

"But it could feel better, right?"

"... I guess"

"So you are good to go" you gently pat his pads

He sides steps you, like you were a angry dog ready to bite his ankles, somehow you scared him off, odd... better him scared than angry tho, and finaly Skywarp leaves

You can't rest yet however, as you can hear arguing getting closer and closer to you

"I already said I'm fine!" That was Thundercracker

"The deal was to pass in this mediocre doctor or so help me Primus you stuborn jet!" And this is a scratchy electronic voice

On cue, they enter, the blue seeker being forcefully dragged by the red one, Thundercracker is pushed forward into your direction and Starscream leans by the door, blocking the passage and observing the blue mechs actions

"Hey" you wave at your friendly seeker

He sighs "hello... this is a pointless check up"

"You will do as I say" the red seeker says nonchalantly "or you will have to recharge here, without a proper berth, and be too exhausted for tomorrows patrol, leaving our poor base vulnerable to Autobots attacks"

"You are... so anoying when doing your actual job"

"It suits me, doesn't it?" he teases, and Thundercracker transforms

As expected he was far better than before, apparently the last black spots were only from close calls and not direct hits, his leaking pipes were healing, much like Megatrons, but there was no necessity to change or apply more tape, the wholes were small, and almost fully consumed by the living metal, and perhaps these pipes weren't that much stretched and used by Thundecrackers alt-form, making the makeshift bandages you did still looking like new

During your inspection, you felt red optics following your every move and judgment in them, you are pretty sure Soundwave did the same when you worked on Ravage the day before, but you were too focused to notice because of the tension, or he just knows how to stare quietly

Due to that, however, you kept quiet during it all, too intimidated to make small talk

"Done" you announce, closing his cockpit "everything good around here, your wunds are healing nicely and no critical dents, you are good to go"

You jump off and he de-transforms, looking dead panned at his officer "happy now?"

"Hardly, is this what you call a report human?" He sneers at you "I could do better than that when I was still a novice"

You look annoyed at him, taking a deep breath, and pulling your best official posture "of course sir, my apologies, status report: the patient seems to be making considerate progress to be back at 100% health, his wunds are closing nicely and no proeminent malfunction has been detected in his exterior or interior hardware, permission not granted for software evaluation, no need for spare parts in the present moment, may he proceed away from harm his recovery is guarantee in perhaps 3 to 7 days, any questions?"

Both seekers stared at you, shocked by your speech, Starscream engines pick up, and his vents loudly protest, his wings flickering rapidly"no... dismissed"

"I told you, he got a millitar human"

"Shut it, back to patrol with you" they left as they entered, but this time, Thundercracker waved a goodbye at you, a mischievous smile in his face

Finally you dropped in your small pile made of a thin blanket and clothes you found in "lost and founds" today at your job, singing tiredly at the bright ceiling, this was your life now, better get used to it

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

I'm just thinking about your shockwave and soundwave x reader fics (their amazing btw) and I can't stop thinking about soundwave mentioning how frenzy and rumble are small enough to spike and reader and it got me thinking about shockwave and soundwave just watching as the two tag team the reader together 😭

I’m deviously rubbing my hands together in a dastardly, bastardly way >:3c

I’ve had this exact idea on my mind but I didn’t know how to go about it. Now, Anon, you have given me permission to release the horny flood gates

NSFW MDNI!!

Frenzy, Rumble, Soundwave, and Shockwave x Reader, AFAB gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, sub reader, pet play, exhibitionism, fingering, humiliation, vaginal penetration, oral

“You really think we can fit in there, boss?” Frenzy spoke up as he spread your labia open.

You were leaned back up against Rumble with your ankles held firm in his servos and your legs spread wide open for Frenzy’s curious poking and prodding.

“Affirmative,” Soundwave replied enjoying how his cassettes toyed with you.

“I have trained them to take objects much larger in their valve,” Shockwave spoke up. “You should have no trouble penetrating them.”

“Who invited the lab rat?” Frenzy snapped back as he hovered over you possessively. “I thought we were getting a reward not being punished.”

“Desist,” Soundwave ordered. “Shockwave has chosen to share his pet. Do not make him regret his decision.”

“Yeah, Frenzy,” Rumble piped in. “Better behave or you won’t get to spike ‘em down first!”

“Shut up,” Frenzy mumbled trying to refocus his attention on your pussy.

His digits spread open your labia trying to make sense of your fleshy genitalia in comparison to a valve. He seemed to understand the basics as he moved his fingers up your slick slit to rub at your clit.

You moaned arching your hips into his touch.

“Needy little thing,” Frenzy smirked. “How’s a shut in like ol’ Shockwave ever get a cute thing like you all to himself?”

Frenzy continued rubbing your clit in fast circles enjoying how you squirmed in Rumble’s iron grip. “You’re already fuckin’ soaked!” Frenzy laughed moving his digits away from your clit to plunge into your hole. The wet squelching noise you produced when he rapidly fucked his fingers in and out of your pussy only further proved his point.

Rumble couldn’t help but laugh at how you seemed to squirm in embarrassment. “Look at ‘em,” Rumble teased pulling your legs to your chest. “They’re actin’ like they’ve never had their valve played with!”

You tilted your head back and away from the wet noises your body produced. Having sex with Shockwave was one thing, Soundwave joining in was another but being watched by the two of them while Soundwave’s cassettes fucked you made you feel suddenly shy.

“I thought you said you socialized them all properly, Shockwave?” Rumble asked with a smug grin.

“They have indeed been properly socialized,” Shockwave confirmed. “However it seems they are extra bashful in this situation.”

You cracked out a moan when Frenzy’s metal fingers massaged your G-Spot with fervor.

“That’s funny because their valve is clampin’ down on my servo like no one’s business,” Frenzy said trying not to gawk at how your pussy slobbered on his fingers. “They might be actin’ all shy but this valve doesn’t lie.”

“Shockwave!” You moaned out in a whimper.

“I am not the one currently pleasuring you, pet,” Shockwave scolded. “Thank Rumble and Frenzy for your current state.”

“Thank you!” You moaned out.

“That’s better,” Frenzy smirked. “Keep soundin’ like that and ol’ Frenzy will take you where you wanna go.”

You could feel the intense heat from Rumble’s modesty plate on the back of your neck. You squirmed trying to keep the scalding heat from burning your skin but also in frustration at how every mech in the room right now had their spikes frustratingly tucked away.

“Please!” You cried feeling Frenzy pick up the pace and curl his fingers inside of you.

“Yeah? You want to overload on just my digits?” Frenzy huffed his gaze fixated entirely on where your pussy welcomed the middle and ring fingers of his servo into your warmth.

“Please! I want your spike!” You cried trying not to kick your legs in frustration.

“Holy shit,” Rumble laughed in response to your begging. “They really are a desperate little spike sleeve like you said, Boss.”

“They are able to service spikes with their intake,” Soundwave pointed out.

“No way,” Rumble said excitedly. “We can totally spear them all the way through on our spikes!”

Frenzy chuckled at his fellow cassette bot’s recommendation. “Well flip ‘em over!” Frenzy said pulling his fingers from your needy hole. You whined in response to being empty once again.

Rumble wasted no time in dropping your legs so he could grab your hips and flip you over so you were on your hands and knees. When the world stopped spinning and you found your balance on all fours you were finally greeted with your prize.

Blue with red biolights and incredibly thick. Rumble’s spike stood proudly in front of your face with globs of transfluid leaking from the tip.

Your mouth watered at the sight. You practically pounced on the mech grabbing his spike with one hand and steadying yourself on the other. Rumble let out a deliciously low groan in response to your soft hand gripping his needy cock.

“Actin’ like ol’ Shockwave here never spikes you down,” Rumble laughed. You panted in excitement giving his spike a couple tugs before leaning forward and licking the tip.

“The human libido is truly remarkable,” Shockwave noted proudly.

Rumble sputtered for a second at the warm contact of your tongue and he had hardly any time to recover before you popped the tip into your mouth with a moan.

“Primus!”

“Makes me wonder how good this little valve is gonna be,” Frenzy smirked while spreading your vulva with his thumb.

You ran your tongue around Rumble’s tip savoring the acidic taste of his transfluid. You pushed your mouth down further along the hot metal of his spike giving him a firm suck to test how he felt in your mouth.

Blue servos grabbed onto your head as the cassette bot leaned over and moaned out your name.

“Spike servicing satisfactory?” There was a hint of amusement to Soundwave’s voice.

“They’re fraggin’ amazing, Boss,” Rumble whimpered giving your mouth shaky thrusts.

You yelped lurching forward and gagging around Rumble’s spike in the process. Frenzy laughed wiping the spit from his intake after slinging his intake lubricant at your presented pussy.

“Gotta make sure you’re plenty wet,” Frenzy teased giving your ass a firm slap.

Both cassettes watched in awe at how your cheek fat rippled.

“Do that again,” Rumble groaned while thrusting into your mouth.

Frenzy gave you another stinging slap making you whine around the spike in your mouth.

“Frag,” Rumble moaned holding both his servos to the back of your head. “Think they can take a beating?”

“Humans can only endure so much impact play from a Cybertronian before needing medical attention,” Shockwave intervened. The last thing he needed was for the cassettes to get carried away and end up with you breaking something.

Frenzy delivered a delicious clap to your hip as his spike slid through your folds. “How much, Doc?” He asked rubbing where he had slapped you. “Or should we test that out for ourselves.”

Shockwave thought for a minute. While he was curious about how much your body could truly handle before needing to be put into some form of critical care, he was not up to speed on his human biology enough to care for you. Yet the temptation of scientific discovery left a tingling at the back of his processor.

“They know their limits,” Shockwave reassured. “But you will need to be mindful of their fragility.”

Frenzy seemed a bit frustrated at this but nodded not wanting a new toy like you to be taken away. Not when you made such cute gagging noises around Rumble’s spike. Next time they have their way with you they’re gonna need to switch spots.

“Gonna fuck this little valve,” Frunzy growled pressing the tip of his spike against your pulsing hole. “Gonna rearrange whatever goo you have inside your fleshy frame.”

You pushed your hips back trying to spear yourself on his cock. Frenzy was delighted by this and decided to shove his entire spike within you in one thrust. Your whole body shivered adjusting to his girth. You couldn’t tell if the choking noise you made was in response to Frenzy abusing your hole or Rumble shoving his spike down your throat.

"You're really gettin' off on this, huh boss?" through your blurred vision you could see Rumble's lip plates moving as he spoke. You barely registered what the cassette bot was saying until another firm smack to your bottom jolted you out of your haze.

"Come on and strike a pose, fleshie," Frenzy teased.

Rumble forcefully grabbed your head making you turn with his spike still in your mouth so you could see the red blinking light on the side of Soundwave's helm.

He was recording you.

He was recording you being absolutely ruined by his cassette bots.

You shuddered and clamped down on Frenzy's spike earning a shaky moan from him. You shakily held up a peace sign and tried to smile while Rumble fucked your mouth. Drool spilled down from the corners of your lips and was now made a light pink color thanks to the transfluid that leaked out of Rumble's cock.

"I assume you will be sharing your recordings with me later, Soundwave?" Shockwave asked freeing his spike from behind his modesty plate.

"Affirmative," Soundwave replied. Even in his even robotic voice you could sense some slight excitement in his words. There was a shakiness to his voice that affirmed his delight in the sight before him.

Shockwave gave his spike a firm stroke watching how the cassettes frantically fucked their spikes into you. You were such a good and well behaved pet to humor him like this. Your pretty holes so well trained to take spike and greedily swallow up any transfluid left behind. He could only watch proudly as he pleasured himself to your soft body being defiled by Frenzy and Rumble. The wet, juicy noises you made as your pussy welcomed Frenzy and you swallowed Rumble’s spike were an homage to how Shockwave had corrupted you. His shy, sweet human turned into a fuck toy for mechs twice their size. Nothing but a wet hole for their lover and his associates to fuck.

You pushed up your rear and arched your back for the viewing pleasure of your spectators and whoever else would view Soundwave’s recording. Frenzy greatly appreciated this as he took handfuls of your cheeks and squeezed plush flesh there. You took a more submissive pose with both your hands planted below you and your head angles to better take Rumble’s spike down your throat.

“C-can we overload inside ‘em?” Rumble moaned feeling your tongue dancing along the underside of his metal cock.

“Yeah,” Frenzy said in agreement. “I wanna see this human valve exploding with transfluid.”

“You have my permission to overload within my pet,” Shockwave replied.

With that Frenzy wrapped his arms around your middle and pistoned his spike into you like your pussy was the only thing keeping his spark going. The harsh slap of flesh against metal made your rump sting yet you were able to ignore your pain as every inch of Frenzy slid along your walls and wailed against your most sensitive spots.

You squeezed your eyes shut and moaned a muffled sound around Rumble’s spike. The blue cassette bot grabbed your hair and pushed your nose against the metal plate of his pelvis. Thick globs of pink transfluid rushed into your mouth and down your throat. You choked and gagged trying to swallow around the girthy metal intrusion that twitched in your mouth while trying not to drown in Rumble’s release. Streams of spit and transfluid flowed from the corners of your mouth and puddled between your hands.

“You were keepin’ this from us, Boss?” Rumble asked breathlessly as he shivered through his orgasm.

Soundwave stood up and moved over to where you three were. He crouched down beside you trying to record how his cassette’s overload leaked from your mouth and how your eyes rolled back in pleasure.

“Release their intake,” Soundwave ordered. “Slowly.”

Rumble pulled on your hair as he slowly slipped his spike from your mouth. You happily ran your tongue along his sensitive metalic phallus the entire way.

“Fuckin’ greedy lil’ thing,” Rumble groaned in response.

You coughed a little bit pushing some transfluid out of your throat once Rumble fully pulled his spike out of your mouth. Soundwave was sure to capture how your drool mixed with Rumble’s transfluid.

Now with your mouth empty your moans flowed freely into the room. You begged for more, wailed and cried for Frenzy to tear you in two with his spike. Your soft body was pinched against his metal plating as he jackrabbited his spike into you. With a final harsh push he released his transfluid deep inside you. You could feel the tip of his spike kissing your womb as his release flooded your cunt and dripped around where he spiked you.

Frenzy shivered as he gripped onto you further in a possessive hold. You were possibly the best entertainment he’s had since being on this stupid rock of a planet.

Soundwave turned his attention to his other cassette making sure to record where Frenzy’s spike slipped out of your used hole. A sloppy mixture of your own arousal and Frenzy’s transfluid dripped out of your pussy and onto the space between your knees in globs. Soundwave recorded how your cunt clenched around nothing and how your ass pulsed.

“Frag,” Frenzy groaned giving you a sharp slap to your ass. “Damn human hasn’t even overloaded yet!”

“What?!” Rumble called grabbing your hair so you’d look him in his optics. “After all that you’re still not wrung dry?!”

You were about to respond but gasped when you felt Soundwave’s digits pushing Frenzy’s overload back into you.

“We will take it from here,” you turned your head to Shockwave had stood up from the berth.

“Frenzy and Rumble: do not need to stay if maintenance is needed.”

“No! I’m stayin’. I wanna another turn with this spike sleeve,” Rumble smiled rubbing his spike against your face.

You shivered knowing that you’d be used by the four mechs before you for the next recharge cycle.

[blufblucake]

Hi!! Can I ask for a resquet of romantic Hc's about Rumble x Cassette!F!Reader? I saw this idea before and loved it (especially because I love Rumble)

The reader can be a Decepticon or an Autobot, whichever you like best is fine ^^

✧˖*° Headcanon: Rumble x Cassette!F!Reader

Warnings: None, I think.

Word count: 1,1k

Author’s Notes: I was really happy to get this ask because I love Rumble too. I have to admit I’m a sucker for that whole Romeo and Juliet vibe, rival families and forbidden love, but I decided to write both scenarios because I think it’ll be fun. I really hope you enjoy it! :)

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. 𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫:

✦ Rumble definitely wasn’t looking for love. He was happy the way things were: helping Soundwave when needed, causing trouble around the ship with Frenzy, bothering Skywarp now and then… In his opinion, it was a pretty good life. The idea of getting romantically involved with someone had never crossed his processor. Until one encounter with the Autobots changed everything.

✦ In the middle of the battle, there you were. In a quick move from Blaster, you were ejected and launched into the fight, attacking fiercely. You were beautiful, the most beautiful femme he had ever seen. Without any trouble, you knocked Frenzy down with a single blow and charged straight at him.

✦ He couldn’t even bring himself to care when you struck and knocked him out. When he hit the ground, he stayed there, unconscious but happy. It was the best punch of his life, a true punch of love.

✦ Ever since then, he hadn’t stopped thinking or talking about you. His brothers couldn’t take hearing about the Autobot cassette who had captured Rumble’s spark anymore, and every time he went on a mission, he secretly hoped he’d run into you again, even if it meant getting punched again.

✦ On your second encounter, Rumble made a point of using all his charm, shamelessly flirting with you. However, nothing seemed to work, as you stayed serious, focused only on the fight. That day, once again, he got beaten up — and apparently, the more you hit him, the more he fell for you.

✦ The next encounters followed the same pattern: him flirting, you hitting. Until finally, one day, you responded to the cassette’s flirting. You had to give him credit for his persistence, and let’s be honest, he was actually kind of cute.

✦ Slowly, a connection began to form between you. Your fights became just an excuse to talk, since you knew there wouldn’t be many other chances. You’d talk about the war and your views of the world, always trying to convince the other to switch sides.

✦ One day, the opportunity finally came, and you were able to meet outside of battle. A secret meeting in the middle of the night, you both knew full well that if your factions found out what you were doing, there would be serious consequences, especially for him.

✦ That night, you connected in a unique way. The Autobot infiltrator and the Decepticon saboteur — a forbidden love, yet one that felt so right.

✦ You gave yourself to Rumble, surrendered to your desires, and allowed yourself to enjoy those feelings and sensations, even if only for one night. It was the most passionate night of your life, and you stayed wrapped up in each other, exchanging caresses until it was time to return to reality.

✦ After that, nothing was the same, for either of you. You knew you had to complete your duties, and your loyalty to your respective factions was unquestionable, but you could no longer bring yourselves to hurt each other.

✦ One day, distracted by Rumble, you ended up getting attacked by a Decepticon. You would have been captured and eliminated, he had no doubt about that, and he couldn’t let it happen. Using his seismic power, Rumble created a crater that took down many Decepticons and Autobots, but at least gave you time to escape, and your team scattered.

✦ He’d have to use all his charisma and persuasion to convince the others he didn’t do it to help you escape, but it was worth it. He’d never forgive himself if anything happened to you. He still had time to convince you to join his side, so the two of you could live your love without restrictions.

⋆˙⟡ 𝐃𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫:

✦ In the beginning, you didn’t belong to any faction. You watched the war from a distance, trying to stay out of it, but by that point, such a thing was no longer possible. You lived on the margins of society, surviving on scraps and never knowing if you’d live to see another day. In your eyes, both Autobots and Decepticons were dangerous.

✦ But everything changed when Soundwave found you. He offered you shelter and safety, and that was more than you could have asked for. From that moment on, the choice was easy — you joined the Decepticons not out of belief in Megatron’s words, but for self-preservation. After all, it was better to be a predator than prey.

✦ You didn’t open up easily to any of the other cassettes, at most to Ravage, whom you spoke with more often, but never to the point of revealing details about your life before them. And that intrigued Rumble.

✦ Rumble’s loud, commanding personality clashed sharply with your more reserved nature. He always tried to pull you into jokes and get some kind of reaction out of you, but it was always in vain. Whenever he started, you pulled away, and that frustrated him.

✦ Noticing the situation, Soundwave made a point of pairing you two up whenever he could, forcing you to get along so things would go as planned. Little by little, you began to accept each other’s presence and learned to appreciate the traits each of you had.

✦ You taught him the importance of balance, not doing things purely on impulse, while he showed you that life wasn’t just about strategy and survival. He fell for your cold composure, and you, for his fire.

✦ There was still competition among you and the other cassettes, everyone trying to prove their worth and avoid being underestimated. But over time, you and Rumble became inseparable.

✦ Even though arguments happened often — fights that could sometimes cause more damage than fighting Autobots — everyone knew you worked better together than apart. You were each other’s balance.

✦ Most of your nights were spent together, alone in some hidden corner of the ship only the two of you knew about. Over time, you opened up to Rumble about your past, and despite his arrogance and immaturity, he had the sensitivity to listen and not judge you, choosing instead to simply offer a shoulder to lean on.

✦ You had a private frequency. You shared music, jokes, and secrets not even Soundwave knew. And despite everything, life was good by the troublemaker’s side.

✦ When you fought together on the battlefield, it was like putting on a show. The soundwaves you produced combined with Rumble’s seismic punches created chaos for the enemy. And he was proud of you.

✦ In the middle of the night, while you recharged in his arms, he wished with all his spark that the war would end, that you’d come out victorious, and that one day, you could finally relax together — maybe even build a family of your own.

[love-and-war-on-cybertron]

Could I request a spicy Rumble fic with an f!reader? I thought it could be Rumble's first time seeing a human up close, and him realizing this is the first time he met someone close to his size in millenia and he attempts to win her over trying to copy shitty romcom films he's seen before.

Minibots must feel really big compared to humans. I kind of head cannon them around 10-15 feet tall

"Why are you so small?" Rumble has one servo on your arm, the other observing your hand. Pinching your fingers and threading his own metal digits through them. You were so small. He pinches over your body. You cheek, your stomach, your ass. He takes a handful and grabs it, "Why are you so soft?"

You had gotten used to the Decepticons examining you once they heard word of the captive. All of them were quite handsy, not too careful. Soundwave was the overseer of your captivity and would caution them only when you made a sound of fear when they squeezed you too hard in their servos. This one was smaller than the others by far. Bigger than you. But his curiosity felt almost violating with how much more he could touch.

Rumble had you sat on his lap, touching your clothing and your body. Watching you jump and squeak. You were so fragging small! Never had the purple minicon met anything so small. Had seen some fleshie creatures from afar when conquering other planets, but never up close. His touch lingered on your hair. Soft. Weird. It got stuck in his joints and you squealed when he pulled too hard. Soundwave cautioned him, head snapping to ensure the hostage was not harmed too much.

You listen as the Small-but-big robot argues, only to get chastised and told to put you back. He grumbles and throws you over his shoulder. The hard metal digging into your stomach as he takes you back to the clear glass cage. Unlike the other Cons, he is somewhat careful putting you in.

Rumble looks you over. Dirty. The weird cloth things you wore were ripped. You looked at him with wide optics. What did fleshies call them... Eyes? You're kind of cute. And small. Smaller than him. And soft. A pinch of your cheek, a pat to the top of your head before he closes it off. "See ya later Fleshie." He heads out, thoughts wandering back to the little captive human.

You have had to get used to sleeping on the floor of your enclosure. they didn't give you anything and you doubt asking will help. It was cold and the air always felt damp. You suppose that came from being under the ocean. Was it even night time? No windows, the lights were left on and the Cons coming in and out of this room at all hours. You just wanted to sleep and hope that you were rescued by the Autobots soon.

"Why are you shaking?"

Rumble watched you for a moment. huddled and shivering. Was something wrong with the human? When he spoke, you looked over your shoulder before quickly sitting up and pulling your legs to yourself. You watched him with those wide weird optics. They were weirdly pretty. Rumble holds something up and you perk up. He had been in charge of getting you sustenance. Had spied on some humans for a bit before obtaining what he did. You reach for it, but he pulls it back, "Come here."

You hesitate, wondering what he was doing, opening the enclosure and motioning you to come close. They hadn't fed you in some time so you were starving. Close enough, he grabs you and you yelp before finding yourself sat on his lap. The red visor stares you down, face unreadable. He holds up the bag, some burger joint. how he got it, you wouldn't ask. Reaching for it, he only pulls back again.

Rumble had seen humans doing this. Feeding each other in those holovids. It seemed to lead to the human equivalent to interfacing. Rumble was used to being the smallest and taking the flak that came with it. Especially from that maxie-turkey Skywarp. He grabs the burger, cold, and holds it up to your lips, "Come on, take a bite."

You look at the burger and then at him. None of the other bots fed you like this. They would hold it above your head, making you jump for it, or toss it at you. Your stomach was growling, dignity be damned, you were taking a bite. His visor brightens, and he starts petting your hair. He seems to be more mindful not to get it caught in his joints.

Rumble can feel his circuits buzzing. You're eating from his hand, so it must be working. What else did they do in those movies? Compliments? "Your aft is squishy." He says, reaching down to give it a squeeze. You paused and looked at him. "And uh... your optics are shiny." You look surprised. Call him the romance king!

Did he just say my ass is squishy? You go back to eating, trying to ignore how intensely he is watching you. Free hand still wandering over your body. Pinching, poking, groping. When he goes to speak again, you at least are prepared for something weird...

There will be a part two that leads to the spicey~

[theartofwoompwoomps]

Hi hi! may I request for another part of the rumble x reader fic? It’s very fun ^^ btw I love your writing!

Why’d no one tell me he’s hot !? Pt.4

Rumble x human!reader 

Summary: you thought the cassettes were supposed to be mini including for you lol 

Pt.1. Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4

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You weren't sure where in the world he has taken you, but one thing you could see was the long grey hallway, Pretty dark only illuminated by small light panels on the ground. 

The passage was narrow, too narrow. No regular sized cybertronian could reach through there.

You had stop complaining awhile ago. The aching pain in your leg slowly killing your resolve to fight back. Where ever this "Kidnapping" was better be worth it.

Alas it didn't take long before you arrived to a hidden room. The door blended perfectly with the wall. heck this better not be your last red flag before you kick the bucket.

Thrashing against their cold uncomfortabl arms, hopeful to get away asap.

"Hey! Careful squishy," struggling to hold a grip on ya, “ I don’t have time to deal with another problem, and—I definitely don’t need an injured human on the list.”

Restlessly moving around as he puts you on an oversized couch. Making haste to the door, causing the tall mech to stumble. Almost making it, before you could, it shut close automatically locking itself.

Choosing to lay on the floor as the devastation  hits you. Unknowingly your actions make a strange pull at Rumbles spark. He doesn’t know why, in fact he was going to leave you where he found you.

But it was that same tingly feeling that impulsed him to not leave you behind.

Crouching near you, he awkwardly debated if he should even try. After all, he has absolutely no idea how humans behave. Well might as well,

“…um, hey… are you?… well— is the floor comfortable?”

A Muffled groan is all he received back. Clearly no energy left to fight back.

“Well suit yourself, if you need anything I going to be on the other side.” Getting up to play on his bigger version of a console. “Oh ya ! Feel free to join me if you want.” And with that he started his game.

With that he left you to your own accords. Time passed and before he knew it may have been almost two hours already passed.

Unsettling thoughts about your well being crept through him. 

Without wasting any more time he hurried to check on you.  

Relieved to have found you laying on a bean bag instead of the floor. He sat there next to you and watched, your chest expand then slowly deflate, every-now and then your face would twitch then relax. 

It was all soothing.

Reminded him of soft melodies. His own visors succumbing to the slumber.  

Maybe, just maybe, you’ll be like this with him once again.

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hello! Sorry for the late response, it’s emotionally been a roller coaster. Especially with my own view on my writing, but this ask made me excited to continue <3

thank you ! I hope you have a nice day ☀️

[berracids]

I’ve seen a lot of smitten miniformer hound it’s making me hold my heart and cry from how adorable he is, and I love how collectively people are sure that hound would be down for his human like an adorable lovesick fool. Especially if the miniformers are the size of blokees

Rodimus would also be a smitten fool, asking all day to be picked up by you and held, UGHHH, he wouldn’t even want to return to his normal size ever, unless by a threat from magnus, I love that orange cat coded mech sm, he would dedicate his day to spend it with you, even the most boring tasks that you do that leaves him to roll his optics at that, also dare I say, he will ask, beg, and roll on the ground to go out with you, either being placed in your pocket or your bag he doesn’t mind as long as he gets to see things from up close and not having to hurt his neck wires from looking down too much, after all if something is tool yall for him to see he can always ask you to raise him up!

Also who else would work with that?, the cassette twins, for the first time in forever frenzy and rumble wouldn’t mind being on the smaller side if it meant being entangled to you, with each mech idling on your shoulder and talking your ears off as each of them would play with a strand of hair with possibly tangling it or having a few locks caught in between their platings making you spend the after noon trying not to go bald from having pieces of hair stuck in metal, but could you bring your heart to put them two down?, no.

[revelboo]

Who would be reversed-sparked in alcohol eyes?

Who indeed…🔞 🌶️ DP implied fem bits

Uno Reverse-Sparked

Rumble x Reader, Frenzy x Reader

• Gasping, head back against Frenzy, you feel Rumble’s hands tighten on you. Pinned between them, toes curling as their spikes drive deep, you can feel yourself winding up again. Your thighs already trembling and slick. Wondering if they’re trying to kill you as Frenzy swears, rhythm faltering before he overloads inside you. Again. And just keeps bucking against you as Rumble’s mouth crashes against yours. Thigh lifting to try and hook against his hip before falling back down with a whimper when you can’t with Frenzy still deep inside you. You’re almost uncomfortably warm, skin slick with sweat as they vent raggedly, both of them running hot normally. Right now? You might as well be humping a space heater, their fans a constant hum mingling with their growls.

• Servos digging into your soft skin as he grinds against you to make you gasp, Frenzy nuzzles against the back of your neck, hips pumping lazily. Wanting to see how long you can keep up with them, and you’re fading fast. But still not asking for a break. Primus, he loves you. “Come for me again,” he growls in your ear, rocking his hips forward to press you more firmly into Rumble, his twin groaning. And those little, whimpers and moans of yours are stringing him tight. Their little shared mate so stubborn. Trying to outlast them. “One more. Give me one more.”

• Feels your nails scratch along the mesh of his neck as you arch, gasping and fisting his spike to make Rumble groan. Hips snapping against you, trying to drag it out a little longer as you squirm between them before he’s overloading and pinning you more firmly between them, shifting his plating. Hears Frenzy swearing at him, disgusted and not wanting to see his spark, but he doesn’t care. Snaring you and coaxing urgently. Aware he should discuss this with you and Frenzy. Make sure you’re all on the same page, but Starscream sparked his human. Has a sparkling and he wants one. Wants to spark you.

• Tangled in Rumble, you can feel his hips rocking, his spike still pulsing inside you as Frenzy slips free. You’re dimly aware of your other mate swearing at his twin for just whipping it out, but it’s hard to focus on anything but that euphoric coaxing. It’s like when they first bonded you one at a time, all of him tangling in all of you. Knowing each other completely as you hook your legs around his waist. That coaxing almost a question as you submit to it and it shifts. Becomes a demand, a pull. Too much. Squirming against him as it becomes uncomfortable, because he’s taking something and you’re panicking. Struggling.

• “Hey, you guys good?” Frenzy asks, servos wrapped around his spike waiting for Rumble to stop spark bonding you so he can frag you again. Except you’re struggling, moving fitfully as you groan. “Rumble, shop.” What’s that glitch doing to you? Grabbing your hips, he tugs and Rumble growls, but Frenzy manages to pull you off of Rumble’s spike and break the connection with his spark. Feels you trembling in his arms as he scowls at his twin. Who almost looks like he’s in shock. ‘What the frag? You sparked me?’ Rumble manages and Frenzy loses it laughing. His twin had tried to spark you and ended up the carrier? ‘What?’ You ask, sounding dazed.

[rabotimagines]

"Hairy" GN Human Reader + Jazz, Hound, Skyfire, Ramjet, Rumble, Thundercracker

Summary: The bots touching hairy readers' body hair. Or bots I think that would be body hair lovers.

G1 character: Jazz, Hound, Skyfire, Ramjet, Rumble, Thundercracker.

Genre/Theme: Platonic with hints of attraction sprinkled in there.

Warnings: Reader is in a hostage situation with the Decepticons through all their parts. None of the cons ask permission to touch reader they just do, Readers in their underwear in Ramjets part nothing really spicy, he just walks in after a shower and harasses reader a bit.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Readers Gn but Hairy! Like Full body hairy. Reader mentions having a happy trail in Hounds part. Inspired by a hc about Jazz being a body hair enjoyer by @dommiso and I wanted to do more.

Jazz is so so curious when you're riding in him and stretch. Making your shirt ride up and giving him a peak at the forbidden hidden goods humans were always hiding. And apparently, your hidden front was hairy, and Jazz can't help commenting on it. "Oh- hiding some softness from the world?" You hum and say you're just the harrier type. Jazz knew it could happen, but usually, y'all aren't that soft. "Mind if I feel how soft ya are?" His bold request pays off because you huff and say sure why not. You'd be the first human stomach Jazz could touch. Which leads to you sitting half leaned back and Jazz's servos now running up your front.

And yeah, you were soft. Jazz can't help watching how your body hair moves against his touch, only to try and settle and be disturbed again when he runs his servos back along you. Jazz was really caught up in the sight and sensation of it. So he's actually a little shocked when you ask if he's enjoying himself. But Jazz just smiles. "Sure am! You should let me pet you more often. It's real relaxing." You huff a laugh and say you'll tell Optimus you'll look into becoming the token therapy animal for the ark. And Jazz laughs and finally lets your shirt fall back down.

If you're actually fine with Jazz feeling you, he's gonna be practically petting you whenever he can get the permission. Jazz found a new feature of humans he enjoys. So he's gonna indulge as long as you let him.

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You're resting against Hound in his alt mode in a shorter sleeved shirt for the first time. And you brush against him, and Hound feels the hair on your arm. And it makes his frame rack with a light shiver at the small texture brush. You ask if he's alright and Hound stills immediately. "Yeah, I just- wasn't expecting how your arm actually feels." You ask if he's never actually felt an arm before, and Hound hums in affirmation. "We do pick you guys up often. But well, we don't exactly make proper skin contact with you." You ask if Hound wants to feel your arm properly then. So Hound shifts into root mode and now has your arm softly in his servos.

Hound watches enraptured how the hair on your arm ruffles up under his administration's, only to try and fall the way it had been lying originally. You're so soft under his digits. It's also such an interesting texture. "You aren't hairy like other... furred organics, but you aren't smooth." Hound murmurs, and you say if he wants hairy, he should see your happy trail. "Happy trail?" Hound repeats back and watches you wordlessly tug your shirt upwards. And- oh, you definitely had more hair on your front. It was noticeably thicker. And it actually made a trail down your stomach and disappeared under the line of... your pants- Oh. Hound suddenly assumed he knew why it was a "Happy trail". Hounds optics burn a touch, and he has to clear his vocalizor before he can thank you properly.

Hound stops shivering if you happen to brush against his frame, but now he finds he has the urge to rub your arm whenever he sees it exposed and by his servo. (If you catch his gaze, feel free to offer him another touch. Hound feels like he shouldn't ask a second time.)

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Skyfire is both curious from a scientific point but more so a personal one. Organics have always been so very fascinating to him. Humans in particular due to how very similar to them your species was. He knows you have hair as a human like on your head and he's seen many diagrams of the human body with limited body hair. So he's mildly shocked when he sees you in shorts and actually focuses on the amount of hair he can physically see on your legs. You end up telling him it varies and you happened to be on the "more body hair" side humans can be on. Skyfire finds it fascinating and wants to see and examine- from a scientific standpoint.

Skyfire asks permission to touch, and you give it to him, very much enjoying the obvious enjoyment in the big bots optics when he slowly and repeatedly dragged a digit over one of your legs. You were soft- and the hair certainly had its own unique texture over other human skin. It was a texture Skyfire found personally... pleasant. You end up asking if Skyfires enjoying himself when he just continues the motion and watches your leg hair resettle for the thirtieth time. Skyfire jolts and pulls his digit away quickly. "Apologies- I got caught up with myself. Thank you for indulging my curiosity." You just smirk and tell him to let you know if he wants to feel your body hair again.

And Skyfire knows you don't mean it like that (at least he didn't think-), but he can't help his optics brightening a touch at your casual offer.

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Ramjet didn't care too much about the squishes' little weird differences besides how squishy they were. Because that was the part that would make them go splat if they got squished or bashed. Yeah, Ramjet knows your organic. That's what made you so weak in the first place! He's not dumb. He's stuck keeping an optic on you while you clean yourself so you don't get out. And Ramjet wants you done so he can go do something fun like harass some human flyer outta the sky. And he walks in when you barely have any of your dumb rags on.

And you've got these things all over your body, and he has to squint. "Do you even know how to clean yourself, right?" And Ramjet is grabbing you even when you stupidly try to squirm outta his grip. And Ramjet feels- a feeling? The things on you that weren't being separated from Ramjet by your rags now touched his digits. "The frags this stuff?" He's muttering to himself and watches the stuff that's apparently stuck on your stomach shift under his own prodding. And you shout out, it's your body hair, and you just had a good amount. And what? It's just a squishy thing? Ramjet huffs and watches how your body hair shifts about and resettles every time he runs his digits over you- and you keep squirming. Weird. But Ramjet liked how it felt under his digits, so it was good to him.

Ramjet now isn't just grabbing you but also shoving his digits up your shirt to rub the flat of his digit pad over your stomach hair like you're his damn worry stone. No, he's not letting Dirge feel it, too! He's using you right now!

-

Rumble is on sparkling duty and watching your dumbaft for the day. You try to get away from him like the dumb squishy you were, and Rumble grabs your arm and starts dragging you around after that. You're standing waiting for one of the nemesis elevators and Rumbles servo slides further up your arm for a better grip- and he feels something ruffle up. And Rumble has to look because he knew sparkdamn well you didn't have plating to fluff up so what the slag is he touching? And Rumble sees- the stuff. "The frags this?" Rumble mutters and drags your arm closer to his optics.

Rumble rubs his servo over your arm and watches the stuff move to his touch but not come off your arm. You ask if he's talking about your body hair. He didn't think this stuff'd be on the other parts of you, too. Rumbles other servo wraps around your arm too and brushes along the other side of the hair. Watching it rise and fall under his touch, every swipe of his servos making more hair lightly brush against his digit pads. Rumble does not jump and yank away when the elevator finally dings open. He wasn't shocked or nothing! He also didn't keep thinking about how you felt after, neither!

Rumble keeps physically dragging you after that, and if he finds out how hairy you are on your front too. He's telling Ramjet to stop hogging you and put you down so he can have a feel too.

-

Thundercrackers watching you today. And by watching, I mean he's got you in his servo and carrying you in his grip so he doesn't squish you or have to worry about the others doing it. You were too weak to be running around under pede by Thundercracker. He would crush and kill you accidentally without second thought. Thundercrackers' thumb starts absentmindedly rubbing on your back while he reads his data pad. You shift in his grip. "Stop struggling." He orders and readjusts you in his grip without looking. And your shirt catches in your continued weak struggle, and his thumb slips under the back of the cloth you wore. Thundercracker has to look away from his datapad at the sensation when he rubs his thumb against your back again. Because what was that?

Thundercracker pulls you closer and moves the fabric on your back higher to revel little... marks? Thundercracker cups his other servo over the one holding you and pushes against the stuff again. It feels... soft? Thundercracker watches the... hair? It's hair, isn't it? Thundercracker can only assume watching it reshuffle and fall back down flat against your form. He didn't know humans had this much of it. He continued to brush your body hair up and down until you eventually ask if he was done petting you yet. Thundercracker jerks and readjusts you in his grip. Very glad he was alone while he did just spend a klick or two petting you.

Thundercracker won't do it again- because it's... strange. But he's also not relinquishing you to Ramjet or Rumble when they ask. Because Thundercracker did not enjoy watching you be roughly petted by them while you were too weak to put up a proper fight to get them to stop.

[bnsni]

HEyooo, Soundwave requestor here again. This time to actually give ya the request!

Righty so, as said before, this request is a sequel to the fem!bot squid!s/o ficlet. So, for this I've got a couple of scenarios in mind, but I'll some of those for future requests!

Anyhow, how about Soundwave introducing S/O to his casettes, how they interact with her, what they think of her, etc.

SOUNDWAVE. FEM.BOT.SQUID. S/O

|[part one ]|

YOU peered over your servos, curling the digits around the glass rim of the mini-aquarium.It was a nine feet tall container, accommodating your height, as well as your size, allowing you to swim around freely.

“Why's she lookin' at me weird."

Soundwave had conjured it up swiftly within a matter of days. You remembered a kind of warmth pulsed in your spark, relief and adoration mottled into one, when he told you that.

As, after all, following initial meeting with the decepticon, you doubted the notion of him ever coming back. It wasn't rocket science. Every being in close proximity of your own, whether it was intentional or not, is guaranteed too maim themselves injured or dead.

If you were to prevent that, suppressing your field proves to be another problem. Holding it taut for for so long only reels you nauseous, spinal strut shuddering with an intensity more vehement than any lacerating wound would pulse.

But, at the sight of him returning with another mech (an intimidating one, if you had to add ) the prospect doesn't seem all that delusional. Not when he had gently lifted you up from the waters, a servo on your tail, and the other on your back, sauntering towards a make-shift carrier not too far from the shore.

"We have to ensure her outer platings are constantly moisturized." Shockwave, you remembered his name, droned off to your new companion. "Her build is naturally divergent from our own. Years of decade long exposure to water, maybe even more, had caused the outer epidermis to conform to the surroundings. If not handled with care, the oxygen will rust the platings and the ramifications will be severe."

Soundwave had left swiftly with his scientist after depositing you in the container, assuring that it won't be long before he comes back. You're now left in the company of two eccentric little bots. Little bots that dawdled in front of the aquarium, unbothered.

"I'm tellin' ya, she's lookin' at me weird."

You blink tentatively. They were so small. Around the height of a human if you had to guess, if not — just a little taller.

"Oi! Rumble,” You dipped at the sound of a smack.

The other (black red, you note) groaned, clutching his helm. “Hey, hey! Watch the head! Watch the head! I'm not fussin' knockout for a cracked helm after getting my servo fixed! You know how he is eith second appointments.”

Blue, meanwhile, fisted his hips and narrowed his optics. "Then, watch that mouth if you don’t wanna have big red after ya' spark.”

“Can’t help it if she looks weird, fussbrain.”

“And you’re gonna be guts deep in a pit ‘cause a’that? I'll gaurantee ya' a clock in the head if bossman hears."

You settled your chin on the glass, observing them prattle away. Mini-figures, moving. Gestures and expressions, animated.

"Oi, looks are subjective, alright? You find ‘er normal. I find ‘er abnormal. I’m honest about it. I’m an honest mech.” Rumbles puts a servo on his chest. “At least, I ain’t no screamer.”

"You just might be with how much slag's spooling out of that intake!”

"Ugh. Just look at the tails!"

Blue vents, complies with a swivel , and inspects you, squinting of his optics. He snorts.

Frenzy ignores his biting tone and continues his examination. “Too lifey to be tails. What tail is on someone's shoulder, eh? I see 'em moving, too. Oi! You. You’re pulling your field back, you scared or something?”

"I don't think they're tails, Rumble.”

“What’s it then, her brain?”

"....Not at all.” You say demurely. But your tendrils stiffen when their own fields eases over. As if they’re experimenting.

Rumble cocks a brow, "Oh, good. She speaks."

"Course she does, idiot. What she gonna do, sing?"

“You know what? A performance ain’t too bad right now to be honest.”

"Rumble, Frenzy : mind your manners."

"Oh, slag. Right. Sorry about that.”

They both stiffened, swivelling around in time to meet the gaze of their, you weren't so sure how to describe their relationship, sire? Towering over the two.

“Your field.” He warns.

You visibly loosened when the pressure of their field retracted. Frenzy blinks at the noticeable change while Rumble says nothing.

“I’d like ta’ see you try, fussbrain.”

“‘pologies bossman." He starts. "We're, uh, a little curious."

“Too curious.” Frenzy mutters, earning a hard kick to his shin. He grunts and they both swivel, face to face, fists locked and loaded for a brawl.

“Oh, I oughta give that servo a nice beating until big red comes around and scoops ‘em up like broken egg shells. Ya hear?”

Soundwave strides past the two bickering mini-cons and straight towards the container. Your tendrils relax a the sight of him approaching. No longer bristling, you teeter close to the glass wall. He puts a servo on the surface and you do, as well, grasping the pulse of warmth behind the glass.

You give him a small smile and somewhere behind his visors you notice a crinkle of his optics.

“Rumble, Frenzy.” He swiveled around and gave out your designation. “Introduce yourself.”

“This one there. That bugger is Rumble.” Frenzy points, “And I’m frenzy. I woulda shake ya’ servos but missy is nine feet off the ground and i’m seven feet short.”

“It’s alright. No need for that.” You said.

“She’ll be staying with us for a while. I’m expecting her welcome is to be warmly embraced.”

Rumble greets you with a careless wave of his servo. “Oh, she’ll be fine with us. No worries, there. We’ll keep ‘er good company as long as she doesn’t piss off Ravage and get ‘er tail stuck in a kitty’s claw. Ain’t that right, squid?”

That was….highly specific. Ravage?They seem quite the charmer. Let’s hope you won’t encounter that problem anytime soon. Pissing off Ravage and the like. You gave them a sheepish smile and nod. “Thank you for, ah, accepting me. I know this isn’t easy to see a new face around.”

“Squid.” Frenzy says blandly.

Soundwave meets your gaze. “She’s a neutral.”

Rumble shrugs. “Didn’t say it was hard.”

“Uh, how long is a while?” Frenzy looks up. “Won’t Megatron have a thing or two to say about ‘er buddies?”

“But—" Rumble begins.

“A nuetral.” He says more firmly. “That’s all there is to her faction. And you’re going to refer it that way, am I clear?”

The mini con glanced to each other for a moment. To you, then to Soundwave. Frenzy shrugs, as though he couldn’t care less. mumbling a simple “A’ight.” While Rumble grins, gleaming with chesire smugness.“If you say so, boss.”

[minzart]

Beggars can't be choosers (3)

Ao3 - Prev - Next

Decepticons & Reader(GN), Rumble & Reader(GN), Frenzy & Reader(GN)

You find an "automatic" tank busted in the middle of the night, and as the good millitar Mechanic that you are, you fix it.

Or, the Decepticons don't have a trained doctor(yet), and you just volunteered as a substitute by their leaders' logic and standards

Next time you wake up, you are trembling and on a corner, hugging tightly your backpack and curious electronic voices chatting amongst each other very close to you

"Are they dead?"

"Do I look like a human doctor to you?"

"What if we pick it up?"

"Ohhh lets play toss the human, that would wake the-"

You wave your arm around, still sleepy and dying of hunger, but anything to keep you alive "no, no, let's not play toss the human. How about feed the human? That sounds nice to me..."

Stretching and hearing bones snapping you finally take a good look around. To your surprise, you are greeted with the tiniest Cybertronians you have seen thus far

"Frag, did you hear that?!" A black and red transformer screams and hides behind a lavender one, both still towering over you, but at least they just looked like abnormally tall for human height and not... building levels of tall

"Oh, so it is awake, morning sun shine" the purple mech waves at you, in his arms what looked like two pistons shine, one of them stuck out "I require your assistance"

"Hm..." You get up "alright just... give me a minute... sit around..." you look at the massive place, and points to were Thundercracker had last transfomed for his checkin yesterday "there, I'll go by just one second"

"Oh wow, you suck at this" the purple one says snickering at you

"Don't you guys need to eat to function? Energon, right?" You snap at him, picking the remains of your pack of proceced potatoes "well guess what? Humans do too, now sit down, be a good bot and wait"

When your slow brain finally registered, you had just snaped at two giant robots with deadly weapons. You almost broke your neck, looking directly at them waiting for a reaction. Surprisingly, both just sat there, looking at you and... wait for you to finish eating

You quickly and ankwardly do, and finally, go to meet them, you give a wave "well, hello... how... may I help you both"

The lavender one snaps first of whatever though he was having and points at his right arm, the one with a piston stuck out "it's stuck, fix it"

You hum, getting closer, the black one gets out of the way and sits the other side, visor never leaving you, now taking a better look, both bots looked practically identical, you wonder of they are twins... wich lead to you wondering how does reproduction work for Cybertronians, wich you promptly goes back to focus on your work, least you wonder too much

"Can you transform? I have better rattings in fixing problems on alt-modes"

"Ugh do I need to?" He grimaces " It feels unconfortable when transformed"

"Let me see what I can do for now then" you nod and start inspecting the arm and it's crevices "but be warned, until I have a proper Cybertronian anatomy book I won't be of much use to you if you can't change"

"Whatever..." the bot pouts and looks at the other

"They are nicer than Shockwave" you hear they whispering as you inspect the crevice between the pistons, and find the culprit of the bots' problem

"Shhhh, they haven't even done anything yet" you hear a slap, and your patient move

"Still, better free than trapped on the table"

"Bah stop being such a weenie... did Soundwave COMM yet?"

"Negative, your absense has not been noticed yet"

"Thank Primus for that"

"Whats your name?" You ask, breaking the conversation flow of the bots, wich makes your patient jump with enough force to help you take the small metal slit out, just as you hopped it would

The two look at you like they finaly noticed you, you continue to work, inspecting each cranny to have a good idea if there were any more stuck parts, besides dirt and dents you haven't found any again

"I'm Frenzy" the black and red one answers, wich prompted the lavender one to smack him on the helm

"Idiot! We are not even supposed to be here! Soundwave will kill us if he finds out!"

"And this is Rumble-"

The purple and lavender mech jumps his right hand up, piston sliding into place "why you-!"

"My arm!"

"Unstuck" you agree at the beaming mech "it was just a metal slit"

"And you just took it out so easily?! No cirurgy or anything?!"

You looked at them, then at the crevices of his pistons, and then at your hands "small... hands?"

"That's so cool!"

"You said something about Energon, right?" Frenzy beams at you "what do humans consume?"

"Oh..." You stare at the bot, stuned that they were actualy paying attention to what you said before "many things... but most need fire and water to actually be... comsumed properly by a human"

"Cool, cool, cool... where do you find that stuff? You guys have bars or something like that?"

"Yes... but" alright, weird alien race knows what a bar is... can they get drunk? "Comum consumable itens, food, we find more in markets, convenience stores, grocery stores, usually crawling with humans"

"You are not ditching me on dutty to go raid a market alone" Rumble grumbles

"I wasn't going!"

"Yes, you were!"

"..." You look at both bots arguing with each other, and try to think how to gently suggest that maybe you can tag along or if there's a way to talk with Megatron about-

"Pit-" Frenzy stops

"Oh hey, how convenient, we-" Frenzy slaps Rumbles helm while holding the side of his own head

"On it, boss!" As he releases his helm sides, he screams at Rumble "are you stupid?! He doesn't know we are here! Do you want to blow our cover?!"

"Bet you he does..."

"If he did he would have come and killed the human after yesterdays warning" you swing from a feet to the other anxiously to the side, hopping whoever they are talking about does not in fact know they are here then

"Anyways, human!" Rumble completely ignores Frenzy rambling "the big guy wants to see you!"

...........................

Megatrons' office was, like everything in this godforsaken base, big, enormous, towering over you and your two new companions, however the warlord made sure to greet you at the door and as Rumble and Frenzy demonstrate an absurd capability of jump height, he gently shows you his palm waiting for you to get in

You do, because who are you to say no to a giant mech, the Cybertronian tyrant carries you to his table, letting you out besides the twins as he takes his seat in front of you, your two companions snikers to each other when you stumbled out of the warlords hand

"It has come to my attention" Megatron speaks "that we may not be suitable to host a human"

No shit, you think, but holds your tongue, body rigid and ready for report as it was instigated in you by your superiors "hence after pondering, I came to the solution, you"

His red eyes lock with yours "are to have a trip to the nearest human store and grab whatever you may need for your survival, however, you are never to leave this facility without permission or company, am I clear?"

No, he isn't, because how the fuck is someone to accompany you if they are all big war vehicles, what are you even supposed to buy, how would you even get there and back in time, if you would call for help would anyone even belive you?

But that's not the right answer to him nor the answer that would probably keep you alive, so, as you have done all your life you hold still, and answers politely and professionally "yes, lord Megatron,may I know who would be acompaning me sir?"

"I voluntear!" Frenzy imediatly chirps up, earning a growl from Rumble

"I was going to say that!"

"You already go to missions on a monthly basis! Let me be the one to get out once in a while"

Megatron smiles, pleased with your answer and the cassettes eagerness "Frenzy has my permission"

"Yes!" "Nooo!"

"Thundercracker will be your ride, I have already informed him of this, Frenzy..."

The black mech perks up "Bring the human to the main hangar, you are to meet there"

"Yes, sir!"

"Good, dismissed-"

"A word, lord Megatron" you dare to speak, it was now or never, he looks annoyed at you, pleasantly momentary forgoten

"Speak briefly, I have duties to attend"

"There will be need of new parts for some concerts" you look him up and down, hoping he understands what you are referring to "spare parts, to better function that merely fixes can not in long term maintain good health to my patients"

"That's all?" You glup

"Yes sir"

"Dismissed, your concerns are noted" and with that, Frenzy picks you up and jumps out of the warlords table, you yelp in surprise

"You could have done that?!"

"Oh sush you liked being carried like a little mouseturn"

"What-" the black Cybertronian pulls you along and out of the office

"Come on I haven't seen the sun in cyclesss"

.........................

"How?!" You screech at the little black and red caccette in your hands "how the fuck can you get so fucking small?'"

"Neat right ehehe" you hear and feel the vibrations in your hands as Frenzy answers "now there won't be any problems on the way in or out"

"What the fuck" you inspect him from all sides

"Carefull human, I am very fragile"

"You could stomp me to death in your other form"

"Details"

"Is every... Minicon, right? Is every Minicon a little caccette then?" You ask, looking around yourself to see what you could use to carry the little guy in your hands

"Nah, just some after we bond with a certain tipe of transformer"

"What? You need a caccette player to become a caccette?"

"... yeah"

".... what the fuck" as you look around you finally notice the hagar, an open place, still in need of walls and doors, right by the missing wall was the blue mech, you wave at him "morning Thundercracker!"

"DON'T WAVE ME AROUND!" you imediatly stops and feel the little caccette in your hands grow in size, in a panic you toss him aside and in mid air Frenzy de-transforms and grows in size

He looks at you annoyed but is immediately distracted by your panicked expression, he snickers "serves you right"

"Evening" the blue flier answers, great, you overslept, amazing. Taking a closer look you see his optics are brighter than yesterday, his posture more alert, someone hadn't slept well the last time you had met then, good to see him better now, you smile "shall we?"

"Do you even know where we are going?" You ask

"To the nearest florest to a human city, from there it's on you, Frenzy is to call me once you are ready to come back" oh great, you would have to walk from miles

"Don't you guys have... like, a car transformer or something?"

"Flight is superior" Thundercracker immediately answers "and no, we do not, those are still in Cybertron"

"Got it... I can't hope to have my bike back can I?" You mumble

"You know how to tame a bike?!" Frenzy looks at you

"Inanimated object" you correct his assumption, at least what you think that he was referring to "I know how to drive a bike, not tame it"

"Oh yeah right" the caccette transforms again and you reflexively catch him "I'm ready! Lets go!"

You sigh amused, and put him in one of the bottle pokets of your backpack "can you see from there?"

"Yup!" You nod at his response

.......................

The flight went without major inssues, it was not the first time you had to momentarily be on a jet, you luckly didn't pass out, but you did scramble out the second you could and puked in the nearest corner of the forest you found

Thundercracker found the act curious while Frenzy was laughing at you from having a weak complex or whatever that means to him

The walk to a nearest market? Tiresome, miles and miles of only walking and talking with the transformed caccette, at least you learned so things, his job was the main guard of the fortress, while Rumble was more of a field agent once the constructions were finished

There were grounders, flyers, minicons, predacons, and many more subcategories for transformers, when asked about what made seekers diferent from flyers Frenzy didn't knew how to answer properly and only gave you a vague "they are faster" answer, you accepted it for now, you did have at least one seeker to talk to about this another time... hopefully

Once at your destination, you grabbed all junk food you could and many, many water bottles, and lady luck must have finally liked you to let a small portable manual stove on sale, money was not an inssue for you now, rent be damned, you are in half a custody of giant ass robots if you survived this you were already done for life

It was almost night when you finally decided to go back to the meeting point, arms sore from carring so much stuff, and Frenzy refused to transform and help out

"This would be faster if someone were to help me" You jab at the caccette, not stopping once, powering trough the steps

The caccette doesn't answer, and that makes you stop "Frenzy?"

The night breeze pass trough you, once again, in the middle of nowhere, but now not at all alone, your ears pick up the soft huming coming from the small bot, and you let a amused grin show, he has fallen asleep

You keep your pace, now quiet, admiring the tundra view, cars pass once in a while in the highway, lucky not one stops to help, you see a red truck approaching, massive in size, a beauty to behold even if it clearly had seen better days and in dire need of a paint job, you can't help but stare

As it comes, you make eye contact with someone inside, a young man, far younger than you, he notices and waves, you smile tiredly at him, and the truck passes

Alone again you... hear it coming back, oh fuck, you stop in your tracks and look at the parked red and blue truck, from the passage seat the boy opens his door "Want a ride?! It's pretty late for groceries!"

You hope Frenzy won't just pop out and kill this guy just because he talked to you "thank you, but there's no need!"

You lie, ignoring how you feel your legs tremble "my friend is just over there, and we just needed some gasoline to keep going! Thanks for the offer tho"

"Oh..." the brow haired boy looks embarrassed "I see... do you want help getting there anyways?"

"Nope! bye!" You quick your steps and runs away from the stranger, hoping to whoever was out there that he stops persisting

He did, and when you finally enter the meeting forest, Frenzy transforms, he look around worried, always checking back

"Something wrong?" You ask

"No! Not at all!" The caccette answers high pitched "where is Thundercracker when you need him anyways right?! Haha"

You hear in the distance a roar, coming ever closer and when stopping, oh... that's why he is called Thundercracker .Slowly, the seeker comes to the ground away from the night sky, he keeps quiet as his ladder descends

"Did something happen?" You ask Frenzy

"Kinda..." the black casserte answers, tension never leaving him as he continues to look around

You don't waste time to embark on your blue jet, as you do, you notice, he has burns around himself... something happened to the base

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

The Decepticons spying on a coquette human that helps the Autobots:

“She’s cute for a fleshy, you think she’s into mechs that fly?”

“I bet she’d like taking it from the back…”

“You guys think she would like those little strawberry patterned sweaters :)”

“…”

In order:

Skywarp

Swindle

Rumble

Skywarp

Wants to impress you. He wants to show off his arial skills and how fast he’s able to fly. He honestly just peacocks around you and tries to show off as much as possible. If you praise him or are even slightly impressed by him he’d nut in his modesty plate on the spot. He just wants you to swoon over him and be his pretty little arm candy.

Swindle

Wants you as a sex toy. Humans are so cute and squishy and so easily breakable. He wants to be able to show you how much better he’d be at pleasuring you than any human. He’d consider getting his interface panel modified so he could do some double penetration with you. The fact that pretty much all of your pretty holes can be used for pleasure drives him nuts.

Rumble

Is genuinely interested in having a squishy that’s almost his size. It’s so cute how humans dress themselves up in all their fancy fabrics and act so high and mighty. While Rumble would like to be able to have soft moments with you dressing you up like a doll and showing you off. He also wants to dress you up with the sole reason of tearing your clothes right off of you.

[ctghost]

YANDERE

YANDERE SOUNDWAVE

AND YANDERE CASSETTES

YOURE COOKING GOOD TONIGHT POOK

🍴🍽🍴🍽

Had to re read again bc first time was literally when i just woke up and i go "OMG ‼️‼️", read it and then go back to sleep again. lmao

okay now i'm curious how reader even has a goggles.. would be funny if they somehow collect some scraps wherever they were held and made it, rough and low quality but hey it still protects the eye so that counts

And Dont worry pook!! The way you described the chase scene was great already!! I literally smiled when reader had to hop off the flying cassettes mid-air LOL And the reader has a chance interacting with Thundercracker :'O??

"Hi, TC," you say casually, although the winds make it hard to hear you.

There's a pause before he replies. "Soundwave will never let you go."

Like damn i know TC thanks, can't help but feel he does feel some bit of sympathy for the human..

Yandere!Soundwave x GN!Human!Reader x Yandere!Cassettes

summary; the casettes hunt you until their boss gets what he wants. [also 'cause they're equally as obsessed with you hehe]

a/n; welcome to a sad first attempt of a chase scene OH MAN I AM CHALLENGED!!! i read it too much 🫩 btw this is NOT realistic lawddd forget about physics

— 📼

You are going to fucking piss your pants.

Soundwave isn't here — you took your chance. By the Gods, you actually let yourself believe the Cassettes would leave you the hell alone. You thought they'd understand; you thought they were different. In fact, at some point, you foolishly hoped they'd help you escape...

Look where that assumption got you. Now you're being hunted down inside the Nemesis. Who would have guessed who they'd stay loyal to! You're a fragging idiot!

Heart beating miles per second. Sweat beads dripping off your skin despite the harsh cold. Eyes frantically darting in every direction.

All of that, and it's deadly quiet.

Until it's not.

The low sound of metal scraping together violates your ears.

... You don't stick around to find out which Recordicon it is.

Run. Run. Desperate stomps of your feet speed across the floor, jumping and dodging over every little thing in your way. If there’s anything to thank on this godforsaken ship, it’s that the gaps and holes are big enough for you to squeeze through. Too small for even the smallest Cybertronians.

"Shit, shit, shit," you mutter over your breathless lips, legs burning in pain. The goggles around your neck bounce restlessly against your chest. You brace yourself for the very obvious dead end ahead.

Then—heavy metallic thuds echo in the upper section. The vent, you recognize. You falter and slow your pace.

Slugfest crashes down at the end of the hall, the impact shaking the floor and forcing you to stumble. You flinch at the thunderous roar tearing from his dentae.

"Human!" he growls, his head lowering in intimidation, tail carefully whipping left and right, "no leave!"

Slugfest? You've already dealt with Squawktalk, Glit, and hell, even Enemy. They're locked up somewhere... Did Soundwave eject everyone?

You turn around — crap.

"Heeey, Frenzy," you wheeze, a crooked smile forming as you raise your hands in surrender. The said bot is already cracking his servos as we speak. What's he doing that for?! Not like you can land a single punch on any of them! "Look. Can we please talk about this?"

Frenzy shrugs carelessly, taking a step forward. "Sweetspark, we could. Bet it'd be a whole lot easier if you stopped runnin', eh?"

"You know I—"

Abruptly, you and Frenzy stumble in a jump.

"Don't ignore Slugfest!" the cassette behind you shrieks as he pounds relentlessly, "Slugfest always forgotten! Human stay!"

"Argh! Slug! Ya gotta stop havin' tantrums in bad tim—!"

Before Frenzy can recover, you turn your heel and sprint straight toward Slugfest. It doesn't take another second for the former to catch up, however.

"I'm sorry, Slug," you cry out, trying to ignore Frenzy's rapid footsteps, "you're such a good mech! Soundwave thinks so too! Look, he's behind you right now!"

He pauses. As you predicted, he fell for it.

Slugfest deliberately turns around, a confused "Soundwave?" escaping him as he faces nothing but a wall.

You slide under the massive bot and just hope for the best.

"Soundwave not here!" Slugfest snarls, turning and slamming Frenzy into the ground.

"Get yer paws off of me! Where's the human?!" Frenzy yells, shoving Slugfest back as he desperately scans the room. Then his optics lock onto the open vent in the ceiling. "Good going, Slug. Now I've gotta fix up your mess."

Several sharp, irritated clanks echo as Frenzy hauls himself up toward the vent. Releasing an equally annoyed exvent, Slugfest turns around and runs in the opposite direction.

Your heart pounds against your ear. This sector is a bust — noted. You adjust your position cautiously across Slug's metal scales. Good thing the back part of his metal’s too thick for him to really feel you.

Once you reach the ship’s main passageway, you briskly slip off Slugfest’s bulk, his heavy thuds masking your soft footsteps.

You peek in two different directions. Both clear.

... Where in the absolute fuck are you supposed to go? In hindsight, you already know you're going to get caught—you've come up with like two lame excuses for this whole chase. Nice to know you're stupid enough to try escaping anyway. Heck, you even tried memorizing the path, but seeing it in real time under pressure easily made you lose it.

"There they are!"

Your head snaps to the right. Rumble and two other flying cassettes hot on his trail. Alright then. At least you've decided.

You bolt.

Adrenaline rushes through your limbs as you sprint down the hall. There’s no way they can get to you without hurting you, right? If there’s one thing you do know, it’s that they wouldn’t go so far as to severely injure you.

... Although. You've been wrong once; you can be wrong again.

"Leave me alone, damn it!" you yelp, staggering over your own frenzied feet. Pull it together!

"You know we can't do dat! Just come back! Don't wanna use rumbles on ya!"

For a moment, you want to smile. You probably would if you weren't so out of breath right now. Rumble's not allowed to use his pile drivers within the Nemesis.

Something tugs you under your arms.

Next thing you know, your feet are off the ground.

You turn your head upward, meeting Ratbat's yellow optics as he flutters his wings. "Ratbat. Let. Me go."

He only tilts his head. Damn it. He's just too cute to get mad at. Those big yellow eyes that look like they’ve seen a ghost, not in fear, but in genuine delight.

"Starscream's already ahead of us," a faint voice mutters in the distance, barely covered by the other cassettes' footsteps. You and Ratbat follow the sound of a door sliding open, chased by the scrambling of harsh winds.

Oh, shit. Wait a second. You rotate your hand and pat Ratbat's claws as best you can. "Okay, Ratbat. You got me. You can put me down now... sorry."

The gentle affection seems to have worked as he dives down and lets you go, offering a chirp. You smile, and it brightens him even more. "Good Rat. Uh, Bat."

And then you position Ratbat—he just let you do that for some reason—in front of you.

"Eukh!" Series of grunts burst from Rumble, Ratbat, and somehow Buzzsaw, who got caught in their trample by Rumble's flailing servo. Luckily enough, Frenzy finally gets his ass out of the vent, crashing ungracefully into their pile of thrashing, cursing heap of limbs.

By the time a single bot pushes themself up, you’re already gone.

Ravage shows up in your sight. As he trots, he intensely eyes the wide open entrance behind you. Wind whipping your clothes. Goggles protecting your eyes. How your feet are so close to the edge. Your chest heaving with frantic breaths. Watching as your lips curl.

You meet his optics.

With a smile, you throw yourself from the ship.

...

...

... What the frag. (You hate to admit it, but their way of cursing is unironically rubbing off on you now.)

Everything's jittering but you manage to slip perfectly into one of the gaps in Thundercracker's structure.

"What was that?" the blue jet says, voice loud around his form. You freeze your entire body.

"What was what?" replies Skywarp from behind him.

"Ugh. Must have a loose wire again. Remind me to remind Knockout."

"Remind me to remind you," Skywarp snickers as he drifts closer to Thundercracker. Closer to where you're hiding. "Hey. Isn't that—"

A loud metal collision. You watch under your goggles as Rumble lands butt-first on top of Skywarp, the jet slipping out of your view from the sudden change of movement. Apparently, that wasn't the only one—another sharp clang rings out, this time on the very jet you're riding.

Thundercracker's baffled voice goes off in the distance, but you're way too focused on the way your legs are dangling over the tall heights. You tighten your grip on his edges, trying to breathe correctly, don't panic—don't panic—

Giant metal fingers wrap around your wrist, pulling you up onto the jet’s surface. You stumble and steady your core, glancing up at Frenzy's expression. And in the most gentle way possible, his servos tighten around your skin.

He looks sad—much more than you thought he would.

"D'ya really want to leave us that much?"

You frown. Before you can muster an answer, a sudden jolt shakes Thundercracker. Your feet trip over themselves, but Frenzy has half the spark to balance you down—only to slip, break his grip, and fall off the jet with a shout.

"Frenzy!" you can't help but call out, sighing in relief when one of the flying cassettes hurries to save him.

Your heart leaps to your throat. Shit. Shit. What now?

You look up, eyes narrowing. The cassettes circle above you in the sky like a kettle of vultures waiting for their prey to die—or, in this case, get tired and give up.

"What do you glitches think you're doing?!" Skywarp shouts, frustrated, flying over to Laserbeak and purposefully bumping into him. Said bird lets out a shriek of annoyance. "Soundwave has to put you on a better leash—I swear—"

"Human."

You jolt from Thundercracker's voice.

"Hi, TC," you say casually, although the winds make it hard to hear you.

There's a pause before he replies. "Soundwave will never let you go."

...

A sigh escapes you. "...I know—HAHRK!"

You're taken again, your arms and legs dangling helplessly as Laserbeak grips you with his claws.

But it hurts. It hurts. It hurts. Oh scrap, it seriously does—his metal is pressing against your skin too much. Almost as if he's desperate. "Laserbeak, it hurts—!"

Like a command, he flips you over and lands you on his back. The pain subsides drastically—but it lingers. That shit's going to bruise. You grunt in pain, your chest heaving as you try to recover quickly.

You lean over the edge and glance down. Ratbat and Buzzsaw glide beneath you, following close to Laserbeak. You look deeper—you're so, so close to the ground, and you only noticed it now. You're hovering at the height of a rainforest’s shortest tree.

All you have to do is get to Buzzsaw. Once you do, you can always handle an injury or two if it gets you close enough to jump off fast—then hide in the thick cover of trees and brush.

Oh, no. You're having hope. Hope to finally escape them.

"Thanks, LB," you mutter at the same time you slip off him.

Ratbat squeals as you land on top of him, and even more when you hold onto him tightly. Yeah, not falling now, not when you're so close to freedom—

You leap onto Buzzsaw—

He screeches. Quickly, you peek over the edge, so close— just jump off—THERE!

Somewhere around your descent, you unceremoniously pull off your goggles. Not even sure if it was a good idea, but the thought of them digging into your eyes disturbed you enough to care.

...

Leaves and vines cushions your fall until—

You force your eyes open.

A red glow stands out in the sunlight. The familiar visor watches you, unwavering, as you sit on the palm of his hand. It's always been hard to figure out what he wants—what his expression truly is—and how angry he is. He hunches closer, his towering form restricted by the trees and tangled branches around you.

Soundwave only stares.

While Ravage perches on his shoulder, somehow more expressive than he is. Curious, furious.

You huff. Okay, fine, you give up. Your whole body hurts anyway.

—

so you see guys it's never a good idea to wing an escape plan when you're literally in the air