#cyberverse x reader

[fizzyy-pop]

thinking about cybertronians with a human reader who proves their love and loyalty to them by going against their own species.....

although you've told them countless times how you want to help them– whether it's helping the lost light crew find the knights of cybertron, or helping the g1/tfp bots find a way to get back home to cybertron, ect– they also understand that humans stick together above anything. they're also well aware that you have dreams and aspirations of your own, aching and yearning to fulfill them, and have pushed them aside temporarily to help them reach their goal.

that's why they tense up and fully expect the worst when they run into the enemy team with you by their side (whether it's M.E.C.H or G.H.O.S.T or some random stray corrupt government group) and instead of fighting, the bastards turn to you and try to remind you of where your loyalties should lie; with other humans. not an invasive, destructive alien species. they offer you everything you could ever want in return for backstabbing your beloved giant mechs and femmes... free schooling for your passions, infinite materials to create or research or explore. a perfect home in the perfect place, the one you've dreamt of since childhood.

imagine their surprise when instead of throwing yourself at the offer, you throw yourself into a screaming tangent about how stupid and insane they must be for even thinking that you would ever betray your friends, your family. when you said you would do anything for them you meant it, and absolutely nothing they offered you would change your mind.

the bots absolutely light up– literally. their optics blazing bright and their plating shivering as they realize how serious you are, to have turned away your own people and the ability to live the dream life you've always deserved because you believe their missions and their goals are far more important than anything.

after that incident, you'll find yourself drowning in soft glances and gifts, sweet praise and blatant admiration. every request you make is fulfilled swiftly and thoroughly by your big bot friends. and although you can't understand why just yet, you will soon come to discover it's their way of paying you back for your loyalty and kindness; because if you always do the most for them, who would they be to do the bare minimum for you?

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Envy

Soundwave is jealous Shockwave gets to have a pet.

Cyberverse, Shockwave x reader, AFAB human gender neutral reader, racially ambiguous, Soundwave has a crush on the reader, voyeurism, possessive Shockwave, slight breeding kink

It wasn’t fair how Shockwave got to keep a pet. In fact it was quite strange to see Shockwave take to anyone let alone an organic.

Homosapien, the species if primate that took their planet and molded it to their liking. Humans could be considered the dominant species in terms of the impact their presence has made.

Compared to Cybertronians, humans are so simple. Their issues, their wars, their joys all so simple. However despite this, or maybe because of this, Shockwave managed to find himself a doting pet.

For some reason it made Soundwave’s inner most energon come to a boil. It bubbled behind his spark seeing you so cutely perched atop Shockwave’s shoulder plate, holding onto one of his finials for balance, with your legs resting over his chasis.

Maybe he was just disgusted that Shockwave would let an organic being, sloppy and mucus producing, be so close to him let alone touch him. Maybe he was enraged with how Shockwave coddled you and kept you from speaking to the other Decepticons. You were an adult of your inferior species, if you misspoke and ended up squashed that shouldn’t be Shockwave’s responsibility.

Seeing you perched on Shockwave’s shoulder, head resting against his optic helm, very obviously bored with their meeting made something in Soundwave so furious he couldn’t describe it. He observed you from behind his red visor, your organic fibers pressed against Shockwave’s purple plating. What did those fibers feel like? Corse? Soft? Wirey? Why did you even have those silly fibers growing from your organic plating anyway.

Skin.

Soundwave remembered overhearing you correct Shockwave and tell him it was skin that covered your frame.

Frag, you corrected Shockwave and he didn’t dispose of your pathetic little body that instant.

Just why did Shockwave keep you around so much? Why did such a proud and logical mech succumb to such desires as to keep an organic pet like some low Autobot?

The way you nuzzled your face against Shockwave’s optic helm and absentmindedly stroked his finial with one of your much smaller hands made Soundwave’s spark irk. It was like you were punching him in his abdomen. Your soft and squishy meat hands managed to make the metal of his frame bend in jealousy.

No!

Soundwave was not jealous! Your soft form perched atop his rival’s shoulder shouldn’t make him feel so angry. Yet here he was seething in silence trying to make sense of his jealousy. Perhaps he wanted another cassette bot to accompany Lazerbeak? A small cassette bot he could have perched on his shoulder. One that would dote on him like you do Shockwave. A cassette bot that would stroke his faceplate, press gentle kisses across his mask, and calm him down.

“It’s okay,” the cassette bot would purr rubbing their soft face against his metal plating. “I’m your now. I’m all yours.” Little fibers tickling his audial receptor as his little cassette nuzzles him. Little fabric coverings bunching under his servo as he holds them against his chasis. You’d look so cute waiting for him in his habsuite, a cube of energon ready for him as you eagerly reach up to wrap your arms around him.

Soundwave shook his head finding his processor had conjured a fantasy he wasn’t entirely sure was his. Yet whose else’s fantasy could it be?

He could only stare at you so perfectly perched on Shockwave’s shoulder. Your eyes looked glazed over and your eyelids would shut periodically. Soundwave couldn’t figure out why he found the human recharge state so cute.

Then you looked at him.

Your tired gaze moved to Soundwave. He had heard that humans were sensitive to being stared at. It was amazing seeing how you could sense his gaze without even looking at him. Your eyes wandered over his frame in a bored manner before offering Soundwave a small smile.

He swore his spark stopped.

You then cuddled your face against Shockwave and closed your eyes. How could such a small organic feel so comfortable around mechs twice their size? Mechs that would kill them if they were only just a little bored. Do you really trust Shockwave enough to protect you against that? Shockwave? Of all mechs??

Soundwave wandered the various decks of the Nemesis ordering Decepticon foot soldiers to do various tasks to cover up the fact that he was trying to clear his mind.

Your soft organic features squished against Shockwave’s helm during the last bits of the meeting was imprinted on Soundwave’s processor. Your cute little intake parted open as you slept through the Decepticon High Command discussing strategy.

Your intake looked so soft. He’d seen you apply some sort of balm to your intake giving it a mild shine and a fruity smell. Soundwave had gotten the luxury of walking into Shockwave’s lab only to see you apply the balm then press your plush intake against Shockwave’s optic. Little wet kiss marks covered the side of his helmet as he worked.

Soundwave recorded the entire thing and meant to use it as blackmail against Shockwave but for some reason he couldn’t stop replaying the video. Cute little organic intake kissing the side of a big bad Decepticon’s helm like they were a sparkling.

Spundwave’s fantasy was thrown off when he heard a whine then a gasp. The noises sounded too airy to be caused by someone in pain so that meant-

Shockwave’s lab.

He was right in front of Shockwave’s lab.

Soundwave pushed the metal door open slightly only to peek in to see the source of the noise.

Your little form splayed on the table Shockwave used to operate on, sweat dripping off your body, your precious lips parted in wanting moans.

Soundwave couldn’t remove his optics from the scene. He couldn’t pry his gaze from how Shockwave’s servo dug into your thigh, squishing the meat there under his grasp, as he held your legs open. His spike buried halfway inside of you yet still more than enough to cause a bump on your lower abdomen.

Soundwave watched in awe as the bump would shrink then rise again with every thrust of Shockwave’s pelvis.

“You did excellent today,” Shockwave praised. You only moaned out his name reaching your little hands up towards him. The purple mech indulged by leaning down so you can grab onto his chasis. “You have been very well behaved,” Shockwave said in almost a whisper. “It is only logical to reinforce such behavior with a reward.” He ran his servo up your thigh to your hip grabbing the fat there and pulling you down with every thrust. His canon arm keeping him balanced on the table next to you as his pelvis swung into yours. Wet slopping sounds could be heard and Soundwave made sure to record them all.

His servo glided down to his modesty panel as it hissed open. Soundwave’s spike sprung out already glistening with transfluid. He rubbed his servo over the blue metal as he disabled his vocalizers.

Soundwave wondered what you felt like. He was thoroughly impressed that you were even able to take spike from a mech of Shockwave’s size. Considering your size difference, Soundwave assumed you’d be a tight fit. His servo gripped his spike harder trying to emulate what he thought your organic valve felt like.

Shockwave’s lab was filled with your sounds. Moans of his name, wet schlick from your pussy, your pleas for more from Shockwave. What more could you take? You could barely fit half his spike inside of you yet you want more?

Soundwave felt his servo quicken at how thoroughly used you looked. It was obvious Shockwave had been tormenting you for a while by the sounds of the leaky mess between your legs and the glistening sweat on your body.

“You will take my transfluid,” Shockwave said with a slight glitch in his voice. “Am I understood?”

You nodded eagerly. You lifted your pelvis giving Shockwave more room to use you like a spike sleeve. “Afterwards you are to use the plug I gave you,” Shockwave’s hips started to falter.

Plug?

Soundwave nearly overloaded onto the door to the lab. Shockwave had been filling you up with his overload then plugging up your little human valve to keep him inside. He wondered if you were wearing a plug during the meeting. Were you filled with transfluid with a cute plug keeping everything inside when you smiled at him?

Soundwave couldn’t control the way his servo moved. It should be his transfluid inside of you. Maybe Soundwave could fuck you well enough that he could push Shockwave’s tainted overload out of your pussy and replace that emptiness with his instead.

How cute would you look bent over, panting for air and leaking so much transfluid it forms a puddle under you. Soundwave would have to plug you up with his digits to make sure you didn’t waste anymore before filling you up all over again as punishment.

The shriek you let out of Shockwave’s name made Soundwave boil with rage yet the noise of you wailing in such pleasure was enough to throw him over the edge. Pink glowing fluid splattered against the door to the lab as Soundwave continued to ride out his high.

Around your spent hole, the same fluid leaked around Shockwave’s spike. His engine revving and his vents stuttering in bliss. His little pet, his perfectly trained spike sleeve. His and his alone; which reminded him.

A message appeared at the corner of Soundwave’s vision: “I hope we have come to a mutual understanding in regards to who the human belongs to.”

Soundwave leaned back against the other door confused in his post orgasmic haze before being hit with realization. He flipped his helmet around to look back into the room to see Shockwave looking at him from the corner of his optic as he tenderly caressed your body.

Your intake formed into a smile as you stretched and moaned under Shockwave’s servo. Your poor little brain filled with nothing but pure bliss at being filled with Shockwave’s overload.

Soundwave looked at his transfluid soaked servo then at the door he made a mess of then back at you being pampered by Shockwave.

The scientist’s servo slid back down to your human valve rubbing at your clit with his thumb. You squirmed under him with your eyebrows furrowed. Your moans a mixture of pain and pleasure all the while Shockwave stared at Soundwave through his hiding spot to further rub in whose pet you were.

[uselessmicrowave]

Bumblebee is the definition of a twink, I want to wreck him so hard he’s left fragged stupid, processor buffering as he can’t do more than drool and moan around my spike as he gives a slobbery blowjob while his twitching valve gushes from the several overload I gave him beforehand

After painting his face plate with transfluid, start some tender after care with a bath and then tuck him into the berth

okay okay-- here's a horny little ramble abt a couple of the bee boys because i wasn't exactly sure which one you meant.

tfp bumblebee is honestly such a twunk, he's got a little himbo thing going on with being so clueless and those big blue eyes. he has the prettiest little face and every time i see a fic abt tfp bumblebee on any platform i'm overjoyed.

rid15 bublebee, another clueless himbo. that must be today's theme. he's such a sweetheart, i just. i want him to pick me up and let him do whatever he wants with me. he'd be so careful and gentle too, he wouldn't want to break you.

cyberverse bee, where do i even start- he's absolutely adorable. there needs to be cum all over his face. that goes with most of the bees but especially him.

i was gonna talk about tfa bee but he's just such a brat, he definetily needs to be tied up and denied for at least a couple of hours.

in conclusion, all bees can be good bees ;3

[solar4seekstron]

You?! Part 1

TfCyberverse!Soundwave x Cybertronian!GN!Reader x TfCyberverse!Rodimus Oneshot

Content: SFW, Rodimus is the first to try to get with reader, Rodimus and Soundwave were together once, Poly Relationship.

Introduction Movie Oneshot Masterlist

TW/Tags: Fluff, couple kissing scenes, Laserbeak has moms now at the end, Reader is being reader, cute moments between Rodimus and Reader, Soundwave loves robot waists, Oh my god guys have you seen Rodimus thighs?!?!

You were a part of the Autobots for a very long time. When the two sides came togetehr at last…In a way. You were there just to try to keep the peace. Trying to make sure not too much fights happen.

Everything stays that way for a while. While there was peace still.

You always noticed Rodimus giving you a small smile on his dermas when you’d drink at the bar or just passing by when doing your daily patrols.

Always making sure to wave to you and wanting to hang out.

You didn’t mind much. Same thing almost with Soundwave. At times in your usual dojo when practicing with your swords. Soundwave at times would pass by.

He does it so much you’re sure he’s doing it on purpose.

One day when at Alchemists Bar, you were having a nice chat as Rodimus made his way in. He always knew when you’d choose to come in. Which is usually on a Tuesday night.

You were chatting with Alchemist and drinking some energon. Rodimus made his way over. Feeling himself getting nervous as he stared as you. Your back to him.

He takes note of your frame, your smile, your optics and paint job. Primus why are you so pretty.

He thought to himself.

He met many bots. Mechs and femmes. He’s met them all but you. You are something else whenever he sees you. And tonight will be the night that he’ll take his chance!

Alchemist knew very well of Rodimus crush on you, he has been doing this job for a very long time.

So he placed some energon for Rodimus. Rodimus taking note as he got closer. The mech would walk away as you also took not f the energon.

You holding your own mug as your other arm leaning on the counter.

A small grin on your dermas as your optics narrowed down. Looking at your cup as Rodimus took his seat. You then spoke.

”So, you finally taking your chance Rodmius? Or you going to chicken out?”

You glance to him while he picked up his drink. Chuckling a bit as he looked at you then at the cup. His forearm on the counter as well.

”Thanks for being patient I suppose…..So how long?” You let out a soft chuckle.

”Since you didn’t let go of my cervo on the day we met R.” You take a sip of energon before turning your frame towards him.

He did the same. Physically gulped as his optics stared at you with drink in cervo still.

“I tell you what. If you can beat me in training combat then…I’ll go on one date with ya. So make sure you’re strong enough to defeat me. Hand in hand. Alright?”

You have stood up as you smiled down at him.

“See you around. Rodimus.” You then walked out of the bar. Rodimus stunted for a minute there.

Little did you both know. A certain bird was listening in the bar. And so a day later you waited in the dojo your sure owned. Having already comm to Rodimus of what time. And so you were training.

When you heard the doors open, you assumed it was Rodimus. “R you’re early. By 1 minutes it seems. Is there a rea-“

You stopped once you turned around. Seeing it’s Soundwave as he stood there is all his glory. “Ah Soundwave. Didn’t expect a former decepticon to ever step into my dojo of all places.”

He stays quiet for a moment before speaking. “Dojo is open to all Cybertronians and more. No matter what side. Is it not?” Damn he got you.

You let out a soft sigh as you fully face him. Rodimus was barely making his way to the dojo. He was pretty far. “You’re right there Soundwave…I suppose it’s not much of a deal. Is there an actual reason you’re here?”

He’d slowly nod before you. Getting closer until he finally stands infront of you. You’d have your cervos behind your back as you waited for him to speak. You were taken by surprise when he presssed his forhelm against yours. He did have to lean down a bit since he was taller.

He knew this is something you did during the war to show respect. Especially to comrades during the war.

His cervos placed on your waist as he spoke. Leaning his helm back a little. “I’m not much one to combat but I lived enough to be able to survive a war.”

”Soundwave.”

”Please just give me a chance to prove myself. Soundwave and Y/N Superior: Together.” You just stared at him. “Soundwave…I live by a code. If you can defeat me in some way.”

You both hear the door chime. Soundwave looking back. Both of your seeing it’’s Rodimus. “Hey Y/N Sorry that I’m a bit-“

”…………..”

”YOU?!” Both Rodimus and Soundwave said at the same time. Soundwaves cervos off your waist both clenching as he looks at Rodimus.

Rodimus getting closer as he spoke.

”What are you doing here. Were you spying on me again?” Rodimus pressed a digit at Soundwaves chest before Soundwave slapped it away.

”In your dreams Autoscum. I am here asking for a chance. Why are you here?”

“Guys please. Not in the dojo.” You two keep bickering as you stand there. Soundwaves arms crossed as Rodimus placed his own cervos on his hips. After a minute you’d stand inbetween him.

One cervo on each of the mechs chest as you then spoke. “Listen you two. The point here is to fight me if you want a “chance”. Not to have a spike measuring contest in front of the Sires memorial.” The three looking at the memorial of Yoketron who passed before the war.

Rodimus then spoke after letting out a sigh. “Sorry Y/N. We should get started then.”

He looked at Soundwave at the last part before walking deeper into the Dojo. You’d look at Soundwave before walking back following Rodimus. Soundwaves cervos clenched as he watched you two walk away.

He turned around. Making his way to the door. You and Rodimus both stretching your arms and neck as you looked at each other with a smile.

“You ready to show me what you got Rodimus?” Rodimus let out a soft chuckle before responding.

“You have no idea.”

He chuckled. You both then soon started at hand in hand combat. Rodimus mostly working with guns struggled a bit. Eventually you were able to get the upper hand.

Holding him down as you sat on his stomach and keep his cervo retraint and your chest pressed against his. The two of you staring at each other as he struggled to get up. “You’re pretty strong for a bot Y/N”

”When you have been trained for years by a former knight. You learn a thing or two when it comes to building your inner strength.”

Rodimus keeps struggling. Trying to think. He’d then get an idea and have a sly grin on his dermas.

You looked at him confused until he leaned up.

His dermas connecting with yours. His optics looking at you as yours are wide.

He realizes he has a chance and turns you both so he’s ontop. Once he was ontop, both cervos on the floor supporting him up before holding you down while still surprised.

You had a bit of trouble getting him off.

“You sneaky little bot. Always got that trick up your sleeve?” Rodimus chuckled.

”Just for you.” He keeps you held down.

After a few moments he kept you down. He does have the upper hand. And so eventually. Trying to not smile because of his grin. Eventually you gave up. How can you not when seeing a face like his. You’d sigh and stop struggling.

”I yield.” Rodimus sat up with his cervos up. “YES!!!!”

You let out a soft chuckle as he leans back down. Placing his cervos back on the floor as he looked down at you.

“So we together now?”

You’d shrug. Putting your cervos on you stomach as you stare up at him. “Sure. It’s been something that’s been waiting for millions of years.”

He lets out a nervous chuckle until you both finally kissed once more.

The kiss gentle and sweet. Both not noticing Soundwave watching before fully walking out. Closing the door quietly and gently.

After a few days you and Rodimus became Conjunx endura. Eventually he moved in to your apartment over your dojo. As you both had dinner he eventually told you how he and Soundwave were Conjunx. Which caught you by surprised. He was a bit sad about it. Appearently it was when the war ended.

The two talking about getting together. Something the two have been pining for since the two fought in battle millions of years ago.

But because the tension was still high. The relationship didn’t last long.

You’ll admit you have had feelings for the for a very long time. But you never had the guts before to ask other of the two out. And so after speaking to him. You both descided to go to Soundwave.

Who was currently feeding Laserbeak at his home while his other cassettes sleep. You both making your way to his door to speak to him.

When Soundwave opened his door he was taken aback once seeing you both.

He’d then sigh and try to close the door until you stopped it with your cervo. You then spoke to him and Rodmius joined in. Speaking as he places a cervo on Soundwaves shoulder.

”Come on Soundwave. Maybe there is a chance for the two of us now. Things actually have died down and Y/N here could be what we needed. Let them help us.”

Rodimus gently grabbed Soundwaves cervo as he stared at him. Then at you as you had your cervos placed together infront of you. “Soundwave. Maybe the three of us together can be what makes it better for the two of us to be together.”

Of course Soundwave lifted his helm up a bit. He seems to be deep in thought. You then are the one to take his cervo as he then looks at you.

“Come on. It couldn’t hurt. Could it?”

He looked at you and Rodimus back and forth before sighing. Before speaking.

”Offer: accepted.” You and Rodimus both chuckled and hugged him on both sides of his frame. He was a bit surprised but gently sets his cervos on your shoulders.

Sort of hugging back.

The three of you would then hear Laserbeak making bird noises. Soundwave was the only one to understand him.

Rodimus asked. “What he saying?”

Soundwave lets out a deep chuckle and spoke. His cervos now on both of your and Rodimus waist.

“He said. He’s not calling you two mom.” That caused you and Rodimus to chuckle before you would kiss one side of Soundwaves cheek and Rodimus kisses the others.

The three of you would stay together for a very, very long time.

Before y’all freak out in the comments because of that ONE episodes. Y/N will never let something like that happen. They will be able to stand up to tarn alongside Rodimus. Rodimus and Y/N being able to keep Soundwave from sacrificing himself.

I hope you guys were able to enjoy this. I know I did. lol.

As always a repost is appreciated and I hope to see you guys in the next one!

Hope you all have a good rest of your day!

[fanged-fanfics]

Hi 👋 Can I request headcanons for Perceptor from Transformers: Cyberverse with a Cybertronian (gender-neutral) [Romantic] who is a former Decepticon? They defected because they weren't truly evil, just a good person who ended up on the wrong side. They joined the Autobots, and Perceptor eventually fell in love with the reader?

☆ To Trust is To Love — Perceptor x Defected!Reader HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ever the attentive skeptic, Perceptor knew you were one that needed to be kept in careful sights. Who knows what you'd do if he let you roam for even a second? It wasn't worth the risk

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The two of you ended up talking for quite a bit due to proximity. You had similar skills, your fields benefited from one another, it only made sense to be co-workers. Perceptor wasn't too happy about it, and wasn't afraid to let it be known

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Despite his tendency to bicker, he was genuinely helpful. His scientific proficiency helped you make great lengths in your own studies, even if he tended to nitpick your methods

ᯓᡣ𐭩 With time, your presence began grating on him less and less. You worked diligently, and put honest effort into everything you did. All of these were things he could admire, and he began softening up his biting comments

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His overtly sophisticated ways of speaking and addressing each situation reminded you of some Decepticon scientists. You told him such, and he inquired if he was better company. Something warm settled in his chassis when you said yes

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What came as a rather significant sign of his attitude changing was when he willingly shared his notes with you. He passed you the datapad, zooming in on what you needed to see. He had been so secretive before, that it wasn't lost on you how much this meant to him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Short study sessions became long talks far past work hours. Not seeing one another until the next day became drinks and regular hangouts. A cold and reserved scientist had become a softened friend before you knew it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He knew the very evening where his warmth for you melted into a deeply enamored infatuation. After a night of a shared dinner, you'd fallen into recharge while leaning against him. He gently rubbed your cheek with his thumb, admiring you leaning into his hold. He couldn't remember the last time he saw you with any animosity, and how could he? You're the most precious thing he'd seen in ages

[signedaiko]

Hay could I have dating headcanoans of cyberverse chromia x GN human and what it like with the challenges to overcome in biology and how it looked upon in cybertronion society Also thank you so much for the velocity oneshot absolute work of art

Chromia X Reader [Cyberverse]

In which Chromia bonds with a human on Earth, and you agree to go with her to Cybertron.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Human | Neutral. Romantic.

Ultimately, when she told you she had to go to Cybertron with Perceptor, she told you she didn't expect you to abandon your home to come with her

For you, it was an easy choice

Bags packed and a few weeks of preparation, you weren't worried

Actually, you were excited! The first human on Cybertron, the chance to see space up close? With your huge robot girlfriend?

You've had a harder time choosing what to wear for the day

The first problem is oxygen, which is plentiful on earth, but not so much in space

Perceptor is able to make a sort of carbon dioxide-soaking plant material that spits out oxygen faster than you could breathe it, so long as you wore a mask, so that was solved fast

Cybertron had oxygen, just less than Earth, so you'd eventually get used to it, but till then you could keep the mask on

If anything, it's very fortunate that of all people, Chromia was going with, it was the Autobots most intellectual mech

Cybertron becomes your home fast, eventually, as the three of you prepare for the incoming Autobots

Perceptor could care less what species Chromia chooses to bond with, though he does warn her frequently of the short life span you carry compared to her own

The main people who care are the Decepticons, who beat the other bots to Cybertron

Unlike the other two, you were kept as a prisoner; you were sent straight to Shockwave for him to experiment with

He finds your relationship utterly illogical, and any number of cons that visit you and find out have insults to share

Despite Perceptor's warning, Chromia is only intensely aware of how easily you could be killed when she realizes the days are drawing in and out and she hasn't seen you; it terrifies her

When you all manage to escape, she's a lot more protective of you, considering how little time she feels she has left

People will poke fun at your relationship, but no one goes much further than second glances and prodding statements

Author's Note - I'm glad you liked the Velocity oneshot!!! I never get to write for girls enough, and I am THE biggest girl lover.

[cyberrose2001]

Christmas Letter 2024 Commission Sheet

Hello! Welcome to the Christmas Letter Commission Sheet! Read the rules below to get started.

These are personalised, meaning you send in a heartfelt letter to your favourite bot, from any continuity, and you will receive a reply in a digital letter form. Whether its romantic, platonic, you can get as deep and personal as you desire. They'll also be signed by your bot!

You can choose to print them off, put them in an envelope, display them, whatever you decide!

- These are NOT physical letters, they will be formatted as a PNG file.

- Please DM me on Tumblr here before purchasing!! This is to confirm your commission slot.

- Once confirmed, send in a few sentences, or 1-2 paragraphs of a message/letter of your own to your bot. Either in DMs or my Ko-fi.

- Commissions will be opened from the 20th of December until the 31st of December (AEST time)

- There will be 3 slots opened at a time. When these are fullfilled, I will update this sheet and send out another reminder.

- Please let me know if you would like your letter published publicly or sent to you privately.

This is my first time selling commissions, so please bear with me as I learn the ropes. I will ensure to write them in a timely matter for you.

Good List Yes's

- Platonic/Romantic

- Your interests and hobbies.

- Questions

- Pet's (You can even attach a photo if you wish!)

- Anything that isn't in the list of 'No's', basically.

Naughty List No's

- Topics of self-harm or suicide

- NSFW

COMMISSION SLOTS (2/3)

Letters are $10 AUD

1. Closed

2. Closed

3. Closed

[yandere-wishes]

The more I study electronics the more I'm positive whoever came up with Transformers smut terms was studying something in the electronics engineering field.

[loo-looland]

*𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐩'𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞*

Me: dad?

Optimus: yeah ✌︎( ᐛ )✌︎

Prowl: No

[revelboo]

Hi can you do Cyberverse grimlock Valentines Headcanon >:3

i need some cyberverse characters in here lol :3

Valentine’s Oneshot-Grimlock

Cyberverse Grimlock x Reader

• “Ah, there you are, my little darling.” Head lifting at the booming, cheerful voice, you can’t help but smile because he’s smiling. The big bot kneeling to offer you his hands and there’s no hesitation when you climb into his palm and hold into his servos as he lifts you closer to his face. “You know I don’t like you wandering around down there under ped.”

• You’re so small and helpless compared to a Cybertronian he can’t help but worry. Not every bot pays that much attention to where they’re going. Thinks about the possibility of you even being down there. “I’m not going to get smooshed,” you protest, little chin lifting defiantly and it twists through him. Stirring his protectiveness. Do you have any idea what he’d do if you were hurt while under his protection?

• “Humor me. I worry,” he says, venting and you stiffen when Slipstream overhears in passing, the Seeker laughing. And you hear her call you a bug under her breath, but it’s not like you haven’t been called worse by other former Decepticons. It’s nothing you’re not used to, but you hear Grimlock beginning to rumble. Oh, no. “I’m sorry. What did you just call my companion?” He’s smiling, but he’s showing a lot of denta.

• “Grimmy, let it go. Don’t,” you plead, but he’s gently setting you down on top of a wall. Helpless to do more than watch as he grabs the Seeker by an arm, still smiling. Hear him say ‘I think you owe my darling an apology,’ but you don’t catch her retort. Only Grimlock’s furious ‘you dare?’ Before he’s transforming. Groaning as Cybertronians scatter out of the war zone and Grimlock snaps his jaws on the femme’s leg and slings her with a roar. Defending your honor in a full dinobot rage that’s going to spill over to anyone in the vicinity if you don’t rein him in.

• “You run from Grimlock?!” Infuriated, he chases after the fleeing Seeker, jaws snapping. It’s a sharp whistle that makes him stagger to a stop, still snarling. Another whistle brings him around, looking. There. Grimlock friend. Tail swaying as you lower your hand, he bumps you with his snout, venting against you. Head tipping, he gently catches you in his jaws, mouth open as he carries you away from the noise and press of bodies. Rumbling warningly as bots scatter out of his path. Carrying you home safe in his jaws.

[bird-in-the-space]

The Mysterious Painter being Alchemist Prime's Apprentice

If you had been reborn in the time of the primes, and Alchemist Prime took you in as his apprentice.

(Author's note: This was something that has been on my mind, and I took some inspiration from Citlali's story quest)

Warnings: none much, some mentions of the caste system, and some doubting your art skills.

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- Imagine being reborn at the time when the thirteen primes still existed on Cybertron. The society still lived in a mild kind of caste system, but this time it would not be so serious with the existence of the primes. You were still forced to learn proper survival skills so you wouldn’t end up angering the wrong person, but this time you painted more openly. 

- Your art skills were admired all across Cybertron, even though your art, name, and interest in organic lifeforms were considered odd.

- You respected all the primes and their dominions. You found them and their unique existence fascinating as they were Primus’s first creations. However, even they seemed too busy to notice the hardships of the less fortunate. You understood that their positions and duties were not something they could not ignore, so you never saw them in a negative light for it. 

- Your life was good. But then, one day, you found a container holding a strange liquid. You tried to return it, but since its origins were unknown, you were told to keep it or throw it away. 

- You did not know what to do with it until you got home and accidentally spilled a drop into one of your freshly painted artworks while inspecting it. It did something mysterious as it made your paint shine and materialize the painting into the actual thing. It was magical and strange at the same time. 

- You figured out it was some kind of chemical compound like an alchemy potion. It most likely belonged to Alchemist Prime as he was known for his mystical experiments with elements and materials. How it got misplaced, you did not know. 

- Your conscience said to return it as it was probably valuable, but seeing your painting come to life made you want to see what else you could do with it. Maybe you could borrow just a little to sate your curiosity. 

- For the next few days, you mixed the liquid with different paint colors and saw what happened. You did not expect much but your experimenting resulted in many curious outcomes. You even mixed some colors together and painted on different surfaces to see what would happen. 

- Alchemist Prime eventually left his home to look for the container as the liquid inside was an important alchemy compound. He wasn’t certain how it got misplaced or fell during the transport, but luckily, he had ways to locate it. He could have asked some of his people to bring him more, but unfortunately, the compound was not something that was easily found. 

- While looking for it, he would ramble on his thoughts. His brethren had been asking if he would take an apprentice soon like they had. He had considered it but so far no cybertronian had shown similar fascination for alchemy like he did, or that they just did not feel right to him. It was honestly a hassle. 

- He once even doubted he would ever find the right apprentice, and then he started having visions. He envisioned colors, many different and marvelous colors. He was not certain at first what those visions meant, but then he figured out that whoever was to become his apprentice had connections to colors. 

- He would then be surprised by finding traces of the liquid in small flowers growing on the street walls. He was puzzled as organic flora did not usually grow below Cybertron's surface and these flowers looked unusual. The colors were vibrant and the petals looked like they were made from some kind of liquid. Alchemist touched the flower petals and found paint smearing his finger. This made him curious. It was now clear someone had found his compound and used it in a very peculiar way. 

- He would then follow the traces to you, finding you using it as a mixture of paint to make more flowers on the ground. He would then see the paintings come to life. He looked around and found the secluded alley filled with different varieties of these flowers. It was lovely and Alchemist was filled with excited intrigue. Not many ordinary cybertronians knew how to manipulate the elements of his field and he had never seen any of them used this way. 

- He then looked at you, sensing something different about your spark, but seeing you made him realize you were the apprentice the visions spoke about. Colors were connected to art so it was you. 

- Alchemist would excitedly show himself, startling you as you knew who he was and then realize you had gotten so lost in the art experiments that you had completely forgotten to return the container. 

- You apologized for taking it, but he brushed it casually and asked how you managed to use his compound to bring your art to life. You then relaxed and explained how you mixed the liquid with different paint colors, finding different results.

-  Alchemist was surprisingly easygoing, and he listened to everything you said with keen interest. 

- He then complimented your art, and then, out of the blue, he asked if you wanted to become his apprentice. 

- He claimed you had a natural curiosity and talent for alchemy, so it would be a wasted opportunity for him to not give an invitation. He could sense that your spark was different compared to other cybertronians, and he would like to see your skills in the art flourish even further. 

- It was a golden opportunity, and you had always found his mystical arts fascinating so you accepted. And that is how you became Alchemist Prime’s apprentice. 

- He was a patient and a good teacher. You listened to his lectures well and felt comfortable learning at your own pace. He encouraged your interest in researching and finding ways to enhance your paint, giving them qualities and abilities to do things ordinary paint can’t – such as materializing things into existence, controlling elements, and making a color that would stay vibrant for eons. 

- He was like that one cheerful uncle and when you showed him the new paint mixtures and their unique capabilities he would marvel at them with joy and pride. 

- As his apprentice, you had the chance to meet the other primes, which was an exciting experience and you befriended bots who were mentored by them. Alchemist encouraged this as it was always good to be surrounded by friends. 

- With Alchemist, there was never a boring day. Though he sometimes had little accidents with his experiments and something blew up, you would always laugh about it. Trial and error were natural parts of creating something. 

- You did not forget your passion, continuing painting and making many art pieces. You would remain humble and decline invitations from high-class bots when they found out a renowned artist such as yourself had become a prime’s apprentice. You did not want your art to be appreciated by a single group. It was something you wanted all to enjoy and find inspiration. 

- You would utilize your newfound abilities to help many bots who had it rough. Your kindness would touch the sparks of many and the art of painting would inspire new artists which delighted you. 

- There was one painting opportunity you accepted. Alchemist asked if you would like to paint the thirteen primes in a historical moment on a great wall. Due to the respect you held for him and his brethren, you accepted even though you felt slight pressure. Painting such respectable figures was something that had little room for errors, so you needed to pull this off perfectly. 

- You worked hard for many cycles, painting every detail and refining the colors. Some doubted you could make a wall painting great enough to capture the power and magnificence of the primes, but you were not deterred. However, the painting did lack the life that captured those features, so you decided to try something new to achieve that. 

- You created a new type of paint. It was something you had been working on before the start of your great project, but this time you decided to finish it and bring new life to the painting of the primes. It took many cycles to perfect it, as it required spiritual involvement, but you finally succeeded and it was time to use it. 

- You felt a little doubt and hesitation to use it because if something went wrong then the whole project would be ruined. But with Alchemist’s reassurance, you used it and finished the painting. 

- Everyone then watched as you used your abilities to activate the paint, making the great painting glow with marvelous colors. The bots and primes were enraptured by the beauty and life your mixture brought to the painting. You were glad that the paint worked and that the artwork had the life and magnificence it deserved. 

- Alchemist smacked your shoulder with a proud laugh, saying you had outdone yourself. 

- You received many compliments and the painting of the primes became one of your greatest works. 

- When you finished your training and Alchemist had nothing left to teach you, he gifted you a special paintbrush, especially made for you. It granted you the ability to manipulate your paint and colors at will, allowing you to utilize all your abilities with a single dip of the brush. It was a mystical gift— like you had your own magic wand. You made sure to promise you would use it wisely and only for good. 

- Alchemist had no doubts in your words. He knew the gentle nature of your spark, thus he did not feel hesitant to gift you such an item. 

- As time passed, you would come to be known as the legendary painter. Many bots would still wonder about the secrets of your paints and not come even close to discovering the elements and techniques you used. Your marvelous paintings would still exist even after hundreds of years--- even after the thirteen primes ceased from existence. What became of you was everyone’s guess. Some say you disappeared when the war arrived or that you left Cybertron to seek more inspiration or undiscovered colors. No one really knows. 

[fizzyy-pop]

cybertronians watching as their human friend literally BITES off their acrylic nails before fighting someone:

[savvymantis]

Meet Cute?

birfday fic for me

"We need to-"

"BUMBLEBEE!"

The shout cuts off Windblade, and she whips around, shocked to see your alt tearing through the dusty desert towards her and Bee. Bee himself chirps something out of his radio snippets, but Windblade pays him no mind, thrilled to see a fellow Autobot, but it's you. You, who knows Bumblebee, and are unaware of his current amnesiac state.

In a twist of motion, you transform, momentum carrying you straight into Bee. Your chassis slams into his, arms thrown around his neck cables as his scrabble for your waist while you both fall to the dirt. He can't make any comments, radio rendered into useless static as your dermas seal with his own.

Your kisses are intense, fiery hot and passionate, full of love and so achingly familiar that Bee doesn't hesitate to kiss back. If he offlines his optics and focuses on the touch of your servos on his cheeks, your dermas on his, he can almost remember something. It's right there, tickling the edges of his consciousness, slipping through his digits with each grab he makes.

Your glossa slips into his intake, and all thoughts flood out of his helm. Bee melts, desperately trying to keep up with you, even as steam vents out of his seams.

"Okay!" Windblade calls, not that either of you hear her. She claws at you pauldrons, hauling you off Bee with such strength you're left reeling. "OKAY! Enough of that!"

Bee stays lying on the ground, grinning at the sky. "Whoa, MAMA!"

You giggle, face pinching slightly to hear his radio and not his voice, but still, you turn to Windblade and hug her too. For a moment, she relaxes into your embrace, sighing. Maybe things will be okay, now that you're here to help her with the stupid cons.

"Missed you too, Windblade." You say, pulling back from the hug to flash her a smile. She returns it easily. "You want a kiss too?"

"You mackin' on my girl!?" Comes the shrill of Bee's radio. He rockets to his feet, arms coming around your waist as you lean back into him, laughing.

For a moment, Windblade can picture Cybertron, the stadium filled wtih Cube fans, the three of you playing around before the game starts. Before the war. Before the devastation.

Her resolve to find the Allspark strengthens. She wants that back, somehow, someway.

"I can't believe you remember." Windblade says.

"Remember?" You echo.

"Bee's processor got wiped somehow." Windblade explains. You slowly turn to look at the mech still clinging to you. "He doesn't remember anything, but it seems he remembers you."

"You-!" You squawk, suddenly flailing. Bee tries to cling, but your wiggling forces him to let go. "You don't remember anything!?"

"You're a mystery to me, babe!" Bee replies easily.

Your servos slam into either side of your helm. "I-I kissed you! And you don't even remember me!?"

"You didn't know-" Windblade tries, but you turn to her, expression blank.

"Windblade," you say, so serious even Bee goes solemn, "I need you to take your sword and stab it right here."

Windblade sputters at your point to your chassis, right above your spark chamber. Bee whines loudly, grabbing at you from behind again, despite how you struggle. He shields your spark with his servos, like he thinks Windblade would actually stab you.

"You're not funny." Windblade scolds, pinching your cheek. Bee slaps her servo away for you.

"I'm mortified." You reply. Seeing a lost battle, you fall to gravity, Bee's grip the only thing keeping you off the ground. "I kissed Bee and he doesn't know who I am. I didn't even stop to ask if you guys were okay. Just threw myself at an amnesiac."

"We looooove to see it."

Windblade sighs. "With all the love in my spark, Bee, shut up."

Bee sinks down with you held like a toy against him, pouting. "Awwww. . ."

Nope, Windblade decides, smacking your servos away when they make halfhearted grabs towards her sword. It's still going to be difficult, even with you on the team. Because if you and Bee had one thing that made you perfect for one another, it was that you were both dramatic as the pit.

This was going to be a long cycle.

[mei-simp]

Skybyte.

Wahh im so sad theres barely any Skybyte content. Anyways he’s definitely the type to like it when you pet his snout in his alt mode and loves to take you flying or surfing with him

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

ngl I want to see more cyberverse optimus prime x readers their is only one rn I need more x readers of him he is so handsome <3

♡ “FAR TOO LONG” — Optimus Prime [TFC]

i am so sorry for the extended time i took with your request! i apologize if this is short but i couldn't think of any other way to continue this

scenario: you're Optimus’ partner and he's been waiting for some relaxation like this for years, you start sweet talking him.

setting: after the peace treaty between Autobots and Decepticons in S3, post-Megatron death.

Finally, finally. After thousands of millennia of fighting, of violence, of death, Optimus can finally rest knowing that it's all over— That the war which consumed their planet is no more! Optimus feels better, so much better. The treaty was signed, the Decepticons are docile now that… Megatron was… terminated.

Optimus rather not speak about that though. He still had mixed emotions. It was late at night too, he wanted some quiet recharge so he collapsed onto your shared berth. His finals perks up when he realizes you're sitting there reading a datapad right across him on the berth, you put it down and slowly make an effort to sneak up on him but it's futile.

Cycles of war have made his motion sensors rather keen. He can tell you're approaching him and doesn't flinch when your servo gently traces the back of his helm, it's a gentle affectionate touch. It reminds him of a time before with you. He slowly looks up and a soft smile curves up his dermas as he sees that affectionate look in your optics.

“Tired?” You ask softly, the gentleness of your servos soothes whatever possible sourness he could've had from this day.

“Relieved. I feel relieved for once.” He replies, his voice firm yet gentle— unquestionably hopeful that it was all finally over. Optimus’ blue optics return the affection you look at him with, as if it was a mirror reflecting the warmth of the light that falls upon it. And that warmth seemed to flow out of his vents too, still so easily flustered…

And there's that smile on your face, relief.

“Me too. Now I can make sure you're taking proper rest for once.” Your servos never stop their actions and it's making Optimus melt under your touch, his frame relaxing. It's a rare sight, he's always been so visibly stiff and upright, as if he were expecting a stray meteor to fall onto him any day.

“I appreciate your concern. However,” Optimus slowly gets up as he speaks, his tone almost playful, sitting right next to you on your shared berth and your servos begin to gently creep up your lover's faceplates. You don't miss the way his optics still subtly widen or the subtle heat from his face but you chose to spare him for now.

It's been millions of years yet it always felt like the first time for Optimus.

He clears his vocalizer, a futile attempt to hide himself from your gaze despite knowing the fact that you've been with him long enough to tell.

“I was planning on… making up for lost time.” You smile wider at that and his spark skips a beat, again. Oh, how he wished he weren't some lovesick fool when you showed him affection.

“...I guess I can put off making sure you're recharging properly for a bit then.” You bring his face closer to his, he leans in willingly despite his own flustered demeanor. His EM field tucked so tightly to himself that it might implode— It's been far too long since he's loosened up. First it was duties with the Autobots, then it was duties to rebuild Cybertron and then it was delegation. It was like he could never catch a break.

But now he could and…

He really didn't know what to do with it.

The Prime's servo awkwardly grips your pauldron as he lets you guide his face to yours.

“It doesn't mean you're off the hook though.” There's barely any distance between your faces, he's so stiff. It had been far too long.. you don't really blame him.

“Relax, dearest.” You place a soft kiss on his dermas, his vents expelling out more heat. The flustered look is almost adorable on the Optimus Prime. But the tenderness of your words and that… look in your optics made his frame relax, a lot quicker as one servo decided to resume its ministrations on the back of his helm.

He's melting under your touch and he can't do anything about it. And he doesn't want to do anything about it. The idea of feeling safe in your servos after being the pillar of protection and guidance for the Autobots was beyond enjoyable, leadership had its toll. You know it will take a while for Optimus to get used to such uninterrupted intimate moments between the two of you but you've waited a whole war, you can wait a few days.

You gently take his helm right under your own, his helm against your chassis and he can hear the quiet rhythm of your spark. Optimus hums, his servos moving to wrap around your torso. His frame leaning against you now, you were sturdy enough to support his weight.

His optics flicker, as if his systems feel worn. He might really need this recharge, you figure. The smile on his face and the way the lights of the room seem to bring out every contour of his faceplates to view.

He's absolutely stunning.

Not in the way he used to be though, there's a slight rugged charm to him almost unlike the innocent look he used to have. Gentle optics even if his faceplates had all sorts of tiny marks and dents from the constant fighting— It was like a distant memory you'd want to lock up and throw away now. But every single dent, scratch and weld mark on your lover's frame had a story to tell. A tale of persistence through the trials of war, standing tall when all hope seemed lost.

A beautiful mech.

And your Conjux.

“You look absolutely handsome.” You say, almost as if the air had been knocked out of your vents; breathless. And he can tell you mean it from the way you're looking at him, the way your field is brimming with all sorts of emotions. But his flustered demeanour at the start has lessened for now.

“As I recall, you used to be more creative with your attempts at flirting.” Optimus chuckles heartily but with his frame relaxed, his EM field is no longer tucked away. You can feel the fondness and affection in the air, it might have overwhelmed any other bot in vicinity but, this sight— these feelings were reserved for your optics and your optics alone. He gently kisses the side of your neck and notes the heat rising to your own faceplates.

“It seems you're not the only one that's gotten old..”

You just hope it goes like this forever from now on.

[crying-fantasies]

Filming/photographing

Masterlist

Featuring Cyberverse! Soundwave, smut/angst, CW: fingering, kissing with tongue, denied orgasm (from SW’s part), mentions of war.

Humans tend to be so insecure about themselves.

It's sickening, how their psyche has been twisted to never be sole enough, always pursuing the example of others, reaching levels of bad health and stupid dress codes to fit right in their own unnourished culture, fed by idiots and narcissism-centered idealism.

His tanks are heavy with worry when he catches you once again listening to the lies of your brethren, almost believing them when it is all you can hear.

He knows what the lies of others can do to the ones simply unfortunate enough to listen, and Soundwave would never let you be poisoned by them again as he captures your interest in him, dragging his servos over your soft, giving body as it yields and bends, skin moving like ripping waves as your weak electromagnetic field pulses along with his.

Maybe it's low, most likely degenerated, he is a mech on a mission when his knee makes contact with yours, legs falling apart to give him way as you follow his frame and lay on the mattress, the light on his visor, a furious invigorated red that burns with the passion only a lover could achieve.

A lover who with enough of the self-hatred stares you give yourself in a mirror.

He pauses and inquires, “Do you know how I see you?”, there is no broken contact between your eyes and his optics if only his visor is the only thing separating you both as his helm looms over you, “do you realize how I see you? Do you understand how I want you?”.

There is no answer, it pains him, to see you like this.

Is it so hard to let you know?

The answer, Soundwave realizes, isn't complicated at all.

“Would you want to see yourself through my optics?”, you squirm under him, fingers over his audial receptors making an effort to get him closer, but he wants a direct affirmation before he flashes the recorder inside his optics.

Soundwave, as a skilled negotiator, can make you see the positive outcomes of the deal, he begins to enlist them, numbering one after the other with his battle mask pressed over your sweet, little port and making you shudder against him, weakly trying to close your legs and stop him, he is sure that is the last thing you want, eliminating any doubts you may have about previous experience, but as a lover, he can hardly contain himself from creeping his digits over your body, making you sing and dance on his servos, you're already smiling nervously, arm over your eyes in an attempt to cover yourself before him, the smile only makes itself tighter as he can't contain himself anymore and the music spills from his frame, the deep bass of his growl and the music makes you vibrate, being so close to him, a sweet symphony fills your mouth, moans and whispers, his spark shines with affection and he can feel his modesty panel quickly being more of a hassle than a necessity, but alas, he can only do so much.

Primus condemns the fact he can not ruin you as desired.

Your affirmation, coming in between moans, finally reaches him, no second is wasted as his optics flicker again, a recording engraved in the deepest parts of his databanks, starting with your eagerness to discharge the fabrics and enticing him with bedroom eyes, fluid movements as he once again presses a digit where you want him, his whole servo manhandles you and pressed over pliable flesh, his digits leave a path that makes him repeat the action as many times he desires. “My spark, you will understand your magic once I'm done”

In between ragged breathing, the realization made you laugh and look at him, perplexed, “Did you just rephrase The Police?!”, Soundwave hums, pleased by your good taste, as always, as his forehelm presses against your head to make you lay relaxed over the mattress once again, digit dangerously playing with your port, coating himself in your desire before he is sure to make it as comfortable as possible.

You sing for him, a lustful symphony as he pumps into your body, every fraction and movement engraved in his memory, every fall and rise of your chest, every tremble streaming across your body from head to toe, the warmth is enough to suffocate as Soundwave presses his battle mask once again over your middle, optics capturing every detail and keeping it for his own, a pleased grin is all you can see as he tunes up more vibration in his voice, his sole digit still mimicking what he could do to you if the opportunity to get his servos over a mass displacement mod were real, but he can't, so all he has to do is make reach your limit with passion overwhelming your incipient electric field, make you fall apart, sing a designation taught to you after long nights of the shared company as he can only grit denta and snarl a deep growl by the pressure over his spike as his valve can only clench over nothing as your little hands come to hold him in place as tremors take over and he indulges you if only a little more, if only a little longer, as his battle mask finally recesses and gives you full access to kiss him all you desire as his designation blooms breathlessly from your lips and dies with his derma over your now frail body, a perfect angle to show your exhausted yet pleased face that makes his engines purr at the sight, trying to snuggle you with the side of his helm as he can hear the thundering of your little heart.

You fall apart, and Soundwave shows you later on, how beautifully you did so, he has just cleaned your body of any body fluid in excess and your breathing is only increasing once again as he projects the recording, the way you unravel in his hold, leaves you speechless, and your face reaches a new level of glow and warmth, it makes him feel proud, finally able to silence the lies in your head, showing you the most obvious and beautiful truth.

As you walked over to him, there was no need for words, he lowered himself to your level, gently tracing fingers over his audial receptor, prompting him to sing, your smile and the warmth in your body signaled another intimate moment.

You brought him close before whispering, "It's time to wake up, big guy."

Back on Cybertron, the planet nearly conquered by invaders, Soundwave is jolted back to reality, away from the recording of a better time, a happy memory, as he takes in the devastation, a moment passes before he fully comprehends the gravity of the situation, and overwhelmed by a mix of sorrow and anger he admonishes himself to pull it together before focusing on the task at hand as Hot Rod calls out to him.

.

Yeah, hand me the prompt of Kinktober and, somehow, I'll make it steamy and sad at the same time, make it longer than I wished for but still believe it's good.

Also, finally settled into working with different continuities.

@tf-kinktober2024