#pt.2

[lovelyhellokitty]

マスコットホルダー(なかよちおむちゅ)

[randofics]

Hey, sorry to bother you. Is there any chance you could do some more writing on the fic about being able to reach where the bots can't? Maybe them seeking out more and more chances to get help with it so they can feel them again (once again sorry to bother im not used to doing asks lol)

My first ask that I've actually finished! It took a few days, but I got it done. Hope you enjoy this anon!

Being able to reach where the bots can't Pt.2

After the men on base found out you could squeeze into Optimus's engine space and reach where they couldn't, they would call on you for assistance quite often.

Once after a battle, they were giving Optimus a thorough lookover for any serious damage when someone spotted leaking enerjon pooling underneath him. There was enough for everyone to get a bit worried. One guy spotted you walking into the hangar and yelled for you. The tone of his voice was enough for your happy face to twist with worry.

You sprinted over and bent down to look where they were pointing. Heart tightening at the sight, without hesitation, you slid underneath him to look. Finding a dripping trail of the blue fluid, you sat up on your knees and leaned against the inside of his wheel. "I need some electrical tape!" A hand tapped your side, and you grabbed the roll immediately, pulling out a long strip and tearing it off with your teeth.

Reaching up, you felt for the torn cables and hoses. Finding a matching pair, you quickly pressed the open ends together and wrapped them tightly to seal them. You did that for the other ones till you didn't see any more bleeding. Your heart racing in your chest, you leaned back against the inside of his wheel again and asked for a clean cloth. You wiped your hands clean and gently cleaned any surface of his engine that had drying enerjon.

His shocks creaked as the tension in his frame was released. The cables still hurt, but with your gentle touch, that was quickly forgotten.

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Crosshairs didn't like the feeling of things stuck in his plating, but if it meant possibly getting you to touch him in order to remove it, then he could tolerate it. Now he didn't do it on purpose it really was accidental. Nevertheless, he called you over for some assistance in removing the offending plant matter.

Once again, you leaned over into his engine space and felt around for anything out of place. Feeling the soft texture of a leaf, you touched your way down to the branch it was attached to and gave it a tug. You managed to pull it free, but the end was broken off somewhere inside the mechanics of his engine.

He was too low to the ground for you to slip underneath, so you called another person nearby to get you a set of carjacks. A minute or two later, they ran up with two heavy jacks in hand. Laying on the concrete, you felt underneath his bumper for parts of his frame you could use to lift him. Sliding the jacks into position, you cranked them both a bit at a time till his front end was up high enough for you to safely slip underneath.

Flashlight in hand, you scanned the underside of his engine for the green of leaves. Spotting one poking out, you slowly pulled it till the rest of the branch came free. "Is that all of it?"

"Yeah, that feels like all of it." With that, you slid out from underneath him tossing the branch to the side and starting to release the jacks. They slowly racked down till he was on his wheels, and you pulled them away.

He transformed and tested his movements a bit. With a grumbled thank you from him, you went on with your previous work.

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Bumblebee had a plan in motion. He'd purposefully gotten dirty so you would help clean him. He waited outside the hangar for you to arrive and honked his horn to grab your attention.

When you saw him rolling towards you, absolutely caked in mud, you had to do a double take. "What in the world did you get into bee?" You chuckle, shaking your head at his antics.

"Can you.. wash.. me?"

"You have a wash station inside bee. Why do you want me to wash you?"

A voice clearly from an old movie answered you. "It's gotten old darling"

"So you just want to change things up a bit?"

A happy whirring answered you. You sighed. "Well, I suppose I have the time. Just park by the wash station so the hose can reach you. I'll grab some stuff."

"So, do you want the water cold or hot?"

🎶"Shawty fire burnin' fire burnin'."🎶

You let out a snort at his music reference. "Ok, hot it is." You sprayed him down, trying to remove as much dried mud as possible before using the sponges. Surprisingly, you got almost everything off with the hose alone. Dunking a sponge into your bucket of warm soapy water, you splashed soap over his hood, following behind with circular motions. Scrubbing anything too stubborn with a wet cloth.

He was definitely enjoying this. Your hands all over him and the warm water running over his plating. It was over too soon, though, and you dumped the bucket in the nearby drain after giving him a thorough spray down to remove any leftover suds.

"Sorry bee, you'll have to get your undercarriage cleaned in the wash station. It's too hard for me to wash under there."

"That's alright."

He watched you walk away through a set of double doors nearby and then drove into the wash station, letting it blast his undercarriage with cool water.

You chuckled to yourself as you walked down the hallway. You knew exactly why he'd gotten so dirty, and you thought it was cute how he tried to play it off.

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Rachet had gone out with Bumblebee and Raf after Optimus suggested he take a break from the deskwork to stretch his "legs". He'd grumbled about it but relented. When he returned, there was some mud splattered on his plates that he didn't pay any mind to. When Arcee commented on it, he brushed her off, saying that he'd get cleaned up later.

You arrived at base after bee picked you up from work. And as soon as you saw the grumpy medic standing at his desk with mud on his white and rusty red paint, you rolled your eyes. Figures he'd be too engrossed in work to even shower.

Motherly instincts taking over you called his name with no response. A little louder the second time. "Rachet!" He didn't look at you, but this time, he answered. "What? I'm busy!"

"You need to wash off."

"Can't right now, there's too much to do."

"Rachet, I will spray you if I have to."

"Sorry, still too busy."

You let out an annoyed growl. Then, an idea popped into your head. You ran off to find some tools.

Slightly out of breath, you placed the buckets on the floor behind rachet and dragged an extra long hose to the same spot after hooking it to a nearby spicket. Turning on the water, you ran to the end with the spray nozzle and, without warning, sprayed him in the back. He jumped, letting out a yelp at the cold water. Whipping around, he glared down at you.

"Hey, I tried to warn you. Now transform so I can get all that dry mud off you." He rolled his optics, letting out a grumble of annoyance. Relenting, he transformed, and you smiled in satisfaction.

"Just be quick about it." You got to work spraying him down and sudsing him up. You had to sit on your knees on his tire to reach the center of his hood. Your chest pressing into him as you reached for the awkward spot. Internally, he was freaking out about it.

This definitely felt nicer than the wash station, though, and eventually, he was relaxing on his shocks, enjoying your thorough cleaning.

Once you'd finished his chassis and tires, you put on some swimming goggles and slid under his side. He'd been so entranced by your touch on his panels that he hadn't even noticed you slip underneath him. When he felt your touch on his undercarriage, he jolted forward an inch in surprise.

"Woah, Rachet!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were under there." He tried to speak as normal as possible, but you noticed the slight crack in his voice. Gently, you started scrubbing the cables and other parts that made up his undercarriage. You immediately took note of how tense he'd become and listened to any sounds he made.

He kept as quiet as possible, but he was definitely feeling things he hadn't in a few centuries. Luckily, no one was in the main room of the base at the moment. Even so, he didn't want you or anyone else to hear the noises his body was trying to produce.

You could, every once in a while, make out stifled grunts and groans, which made you grin mischievously. Eventually, though, you had completely cleaned every inch of his undercarriage that your small hands and the cloth you used would allow. So reluctantly, you slid out from under him soaked with soap and grime all over.

You stretched, removing the goggles and ringing out some water from the bottom of your shirt. "Woo! Now I need a shower." He transforms, looking himself over for a moment. "Ahem, thank you, y/n." He held his fisted servo over his mouth, looking anywhere but at you. "I could tell you enjoyed yourself." He looked at you wide optics, and you grinned up at him, giving a wink and walking away to take a shower of your own.

[yourtypicalhopelessgay]

Let’s go!! Might not be volume 10, but manifested ponytail Yang in something rwby lol. Also the muscles too!! She looks so good

[scarycl0wns]

"But, too often we neglect that part of ourselves in favor of others. And by the time we realize just how important it is, we find ourselves with fewer folks around to practice with."

[fhryiis]

The first one got kinda popular so I decided to make a new one ig :/

[cutepinkloves]

[user4207292926282]

growth spurt pt.2

summary: teenage boy - 0 ┃boobs - 1

mike wheeler x fem!reader

part 1

it was only two weeks into school and mike was already hardcore avoiding you. he was thankful he only had two classes with you, but it was still too much. he spent most of the classes he had with you hiding in the bathroom. the rest of the party had already figured it out, easily taking notice of his behavior around you.

eddie was the first to notice, just happening to catch wheeler’s face when you walked in the first day with a short skirt swaying atop your thighs. mike would’ve fainted if eddie hadn’t subtly caught him and swept him away into an empty classroom nearby.

‘are you kidding me wheeler?” eddie whisper yelled holding mike by his shoulders against the wall, ‘you can’t even look at her in a skirt without your knees buckling?’

mike just stared wide eyed, a part of his brain still thinking about your silky thighs

‘jesus christ kid. you gotta get it together.’ eddie let go and started to leave the classroom. ‘you are in for one hell of a school year kiddo’ and with those wise words of wisdom bouncing around mike’s head, eddie left for his first class.

but that was ancient history. now everyone knew about mike’s major feelings towards you. now you were seated next to him at lunch, wearing that skirt again, your plush thighs pushing up against his. mike was shooting daggers at the rest of the group who had coincidentally taken up every chair except for the one closest to him, leaving the seat for the last one at the table. which was always you.

mike thought everything would be fine, he could ignore your thighs. yeah it might take all of his brainpower to do it, but he knew he could.

then you asked if he could help you with the latest math homework, his strongest subject. your worst.

he reluctantly obliged, happy to help you- just afraid of embarrassing himself. he sat and watched as you reached over to pull the work out of your bag, giving him the most perfect view of your tits sitting so pretty in your tiny shirt, threatening to spill out. he quickly looked away, not wanting to be creepy, trying to push out the dirty thoughts that began to fill his brain… oh the things he could do to those perfect fuckin tits. looking up- his eyes met dustin and eddie’s, both of them sitting across the table snickering at their little plan working just as they knew it would.

mike only looked back at you when you gently tapped his arm. his eyes dragging over to you looking up at him with those eyes. fuck.

‘are you sure you want to help me mikey? you don’t have to, i can go ask someone from my class if you don’t wanna’

‘nononono i wanna help i swear’ mike replied, his voice a little higher than usual.

‘i just zoned out for a second that’s all’ he smiled, looking down at her paper to begin to help.

he made it through two questions before he got a boner. all you’d done was put your hand on his thigh and compliment him on how well he did at explaining to you a simply question. his cheeks flared pink and his smile spread in a thin line across his face as he turned away. he then made it through questions three and four.

‘ohhh!! now i get it mikey! oh i’m so stupid.’ you pouted, erasing your previous equation and replacing it with the correct one mike just helped you come up with. you were the only one who called him mikey. he blushes every time you say it.

‘oh shut it y/n you’re literally perfect in every way’ he mumbled, going grab a pencil he dropped seconds prior. you look up at him with a grin so big you looked like a kid on christmas morning. you didn’t reply, deciding to simply kiss his cheek as a thank you.

he then promptly ran from his chair in the cafeteria to… literally anywhere you weren’t. he claimed to have forgotten to grab something from his locker, but everyone at that table knew that was the biggest fucking lie of the year. he avoided you for the rest of the day, thankful your two classes together were both before lunch. he skipped meeting everyone at eddie’s car after school for one last conversation before going their separate ways, instead just hopping on his bike and speeding home to… think about things. definitely not masturbate to the thought of you kissing his cheek, slowly trailing down to his neck. slowly sucking and biting his cheeks and mouth while you rode his rock hard di-

‘knock, knock. mike? you in there?’ your voice came from outside his door.

‘uh yeah! one second!’ mike yelled while trying to pull his pants fully up and cover his massive boner with his blankets and pillows.

‘come in?’

he watched as you slowly opened the door and stuck your head in, checking to make sure everything was okay before fully entering and softly shutting the door behind you. you stood by his door for a moment before slowly climbing in his bed to sit on the headboard next to him. he sat and watched, praying you didn’t notice his heavy breathing and blushy face. you obviously noticed, but decided not to question or comment.

‘uhhhhh. is there a reason your here?’ mike asked softly, trying to seem as nice as possible while also trying to get you to leave as fast as fucking possible. feeling himself get impossibly harder as he watched your face focus, sweat still shining from your bike ride over. and still wearing that skirt.

‘yeah. there is.’ you said. instead of turning to look at him you looked forward, not even looking in his direction, but you could feel his eyes on you.

‘you’ve been avoiding me so much lately. and i don’t know if it’s purposefully or not. but i just wanna know why mike. i didn’t get to see you all summer and now that i’m here you rarely speak to me. and what the actual fuck happened at lunch today? just running off like that? you could’ve just said you didn’t want to help me or-’

‘i like you.’

you froze. silence filled the room, you looked over at mike and now his face was away from yours.

‘i can’t think around you. that’s why i’ve been avoiding you. i just can’t handle being around you and not being able to stare and admire you without hoping you don’t catch me. i want to hold you in my arms. i can’t even tell you how many hard-ons i’ve got from you just saying my name. i can’t function around you anymore. you’re just too perfect.

mike looked at you, trying to gauge your reaction. you were beaming. your cheeks were red from blush and your eyes squinted in that cute way they do when you smile at something genuine.

and with that you simply kissed him.

his eyes closed with the kiss and you felt him melt into your touch. pulling away he looked at you. his big doe eyes looking straight into yours, foreheads touched together as you breathed in each others air. you gave him one last peck before moving to rest your head on his shoulder.

‘i like you too mikey.’

a/n I FINALLY DID IT HERE U GO

i tagged all the ppl who commented/reblogged part one so here u go!! :)))))))))))

hope u like it and lmk if u see any mistakes !

tags !!

@ymylu @heartsfordeftones @navarrocat @spencerstits @ykyouluvme @ravenclawprincess33333 @obsessed-with-a-fictional-man @nevillescomslut @shrimpfalls @w33pingcats @leah-the-hufflepuff @jasminelust @irinity

[ssturniolo]

Gotcha

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - gore, vomit, fear, crying, funeral, scene in church, may disturb idk. (Sorry I didn’t proofread this)

Clinging to Matt for dear life, I sob into his shirt, completely relying on him to keep me stable. Ever since finding Madi and Laura dead, I’ve been a complete wreck. Well… we all have. Now at their funeral, I can’t keep it together, constantly going weak in the knees needing Matt for support.

I’m currently sitting in between Nick and Matt, watching tears stream down their faces through my own blurry vision. Every time I close my eyes I’m haunted by the image of Madi and Laura hanging there, limp and lifeless. And on top of it all, Nick keeps checking his phone and looking around alarmed, which is currently scaring the shit out of me. But I’m helpless. I can’t do anything but cling to Matt and stare at the floor, terrified to close my eyes.

Through all of this I can’t help wonder, who would do this? And why?

Nicks POV:

I’ve been receiving horrifying messages all day from an unknown number. I thought it was just a sick joke until the texts started listing where I was and what I’m doing.

Unknown number: Madison and Laura’s funeral, 3rd row, crying. (2 minutes ago)

Quickly growing alarmed, I excuse myself from the pew, speed-walking towards the bathroom. I groan realizing it’s not a single but enter anyway.

First mistake,

Separating from the crowd.

Leaning over one of the sinks, I glance over at my phone as the screen lights up. What I read sends unimaginable terror through my body.

Unknown number: I see you. (1s ago)

My head shoots up, gasping as I see a masked figure behind me in the reflection of the mirror.

“Gotcha” an all-to recognizable voice whispers. But before I can move or even scream, everything goes black.

Y/n’s POV:

After about 10 minutes of Nick being gone, Chris goes to check on him. Not even two minutes after Chris left, a blood curdling scream comes from the bathroom. I lock eyes with Matt, concern written through his feature before rushing to Chris.

Barging into the bathroom, I stop in my tracks.

Nick.

This can’t be real.

Nicks body lays on the floor, covered in blood. Well… most of his body. I don’t even want to know where his head is. I turn back to Matt and Chris, heart breaking as they sob in each others arms.

Stumbling out of the bathroom, I vomit on the floor as fat tears roll down my cheeks. Why Nick? He was always the light, the only person who seemed to understand me 100% of the time.

I feel myself being lifted to my feet by someone. Nate.

“Hey, hey, it’s ok. We need to go now” he says urgently, earning a questioning look from me.

Pointing through the doorway to the bathroom mirror, I see it.

Written in blood in bold letters, the mirror reads: ‘who’s next?’

Well shit, this wasn’t a coincidence. We’re being targeted.

To be continued…

[k-i-l-l-e-r-b-e-e-6-9]

I have seen the demon's face I have heard of her death place I fall down on my knees In praise of the... Horrible things that took her away

And death climbs up the steps one by one To give you the rose That's been burnt by her son

Point me to the sky above I can't get there on my own Walk me to the graveyard Dig up her bones

𝔐𝔦𝔰𝔣𝔦𝔱𝔰 – 𝔇𝔦𝔤 𝔘𝔭 ℌ𝔢𝔯 𝔅𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔰

[joeyburr]

old Joe gems

[homosherb]

“she was, by all accounts, the most gorgeous woman who ever lived.” ok dyke, the sequel.

[hellosweetmelody]

Some more icons of the lovely Wish Me Mell

[captain-redchar]

Drunk...🥴 pt.2

[ig]

[has-merlinofficial-posted-today]

News from Merlin Official?

Year 1 Day 8 Pt.2

No

Yes ✅

They also liked some of the replies they got.

And I'd like to highlight 2:

YES LADS WE GOT 2 MERTHUR COMMENTS.

I mean yeah. Technically it's platonic. They got plausible deniability and all... BUT I DONT CARE

[cutepinkloves]

[down-therabbit-hole]

The Fall - S02E02