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Good morning/afternoon/evening, Boo. How are you?

I come to you humbly, offering my little baby who absolutely thinks she’s a cat, in exchange for something about our beloved IDW Optimus Prime as a sire.

Wishing you a lovely week! <3

Aww! Sure!

Sparkling

Optimus x Reader

• Reaching out a servo to brush against his sparkling’s cheek, he freezes when the little one grabs on, staring up at him with wide optics. Warbling to himself, his son mouths at his servo and you make a noise, shifting in your sleep as a hand reaches and fumbles around until it settles against the sparkling lying between you both. Rumbling softly, he vents when his son chirps and you’re awake, head coming up and hair mussed from sleep. “Sorry,” he murmurs as you yawn. Knows you’re not sleeping much because the sparkling isn’t, either.

• Cheek on your outstretched arm, you watch Optimus play that he’s going to pull his servo away, your son chirping and mouth open. Hungry like a little bird. Sitting up, you stretch out the kinks and Optimus’s optics flick to you as your shirt rides up some. Slowly getting up, you pad over to the little kitchen area to hunt for some energon and a clean bottle. Hearing your son’s chirping become more insistent. Either upset at being left behind or hungry and it’s hard to tell, because he doesn’t like you to be out of sight and makes it everyone’s problem. You hear Optimus whispering to your son to reassure him as he gets noisier.

• Cupping a hand against the sparkling’s side to sit him up since he can’t hold himself up yet, Optimus smiles when the little one chirps, then clears his vents to chirp louder. “I know, honey,” you call out soothingly as you fix his food and the sparkling leans forward against Optimus’s servos toward the sound of your voice, before warbling uncertainly. Knowing his son, trying to decide if he should scream until you walk back over and pick him up.

• As you pad back to your little family, you smile seeing Optimus trying and failing to distract your son with a stuffed animal. He’s locked in now, though, a hand up in demand as you sink down to sit crosslegged and pull him into your arms. Yawning sleepily, you hold the bottle as his mouth opens, head wobbling as he clumsily tries to find the rubber nipple. “Hang on, honey.” Ratchet had just grumbled at you when you’d asked about it, muttering that human babies aren’t that coordinated either, his attitude reassuring you that nothing’s wrong. “There we go,” you say on a yawn as he figures it out.

• And there you go, eyes hooded as you yawn again. Shifting to sit at your back, legs on either side of you, he helps support the bottle and feels you lean back against him. Knows humans need more rest than Cybertronians do and you’re not getting it so you tend to nap any chance you get. Adjusting you against him, he curls his other arm around you to help cradle his son as your head falls forward to make his spark ache. Needing rest and the sparking only recharges for a few joors at a time, the rest, he’s crying for you. And he’s trying to help pick up the slack, but with the Decepticons suddenly more active, he can’t be absent from his duties for long. Needs to protect his family, his people, and this world.

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Do you have any scenarios with Beachcomber?? I cant find much of him, and that is a shame, this man deserve some praises

He’s adorable- and one of the few Blokees I’m missing… I should fix that

Wanted

Beachcomber x Reader

• Watching you swim in the lake, he reaches out, servos ghosting under the jaw of one of the deer that wandered up and its ears flick as it snorts and drops its head to graze. Unbothered by him, though it shifts on its slender legs, pawing when you break the surface with a gasp. Staring at you uncertainly before snorting and bounding into the trees, the rest of them following like ghosts, just fleeting shapes dappled in the sun through the branches and then gone.

• Treading water, you watch him watch the deer before his head swings back your way. Sometimes you think he sees you like those deer or any other animal he coaxes closer instead of a person. Like you’re some exotic wildlife he’s not entirely sure he should interact with. Maybe he’s afraid of changing you by being around you, but you like his easy companionship. Like that Is easier to be kinder around him, because he’s kind. That he never asks for anything but your time and you have no problem giving him as much of that as he wants.

• Loves watching you in the water, the way you move and interact. Hadn’t been that sure of humans at first, entranced by the delicate organics, but then disillusioned the more he learned about them. Because your people can be truly awful, but then, so can Cybertronians. Watching your shape cut through the water before climbing out, hair slicked back and your coverings clinging to your skin, he reaches out a hand and you lay a soft hand on his big servo to allow him to help you up the bank. “Sorry I scared off the deer,” you say, letting go to combing through your wet hair with your fingers.

• “They’ll come back if they want to,” he replies, visor brightening slightly as you sit in the grass by the huge bot. And he mass shifts, the sudden change in size still unsettling no matter how many times you see it as he eases back to lay down and you mimic him. Staring up at the wispy clouds in an otherwise blue sky. “I know what Prime said, but you know you can leave if you want to, right?” Breath hitching as you push up onto an elbow so you’re looking down at him as his head turns your way. Feel the back of his servos brush your damp cheek and you fight the urge to lean into his touch.

• “If I wanted to stay?” You whisper, eyes unsure. And he realizes it’s not about what you want, but if he wants you here. With him. Hates that he might have made you feel that way as he cups your cheek. But how can you not realize how he feels? ‘I want you to stay,’ he says and he feels you relax into his touch as he rolls and carefully tucks you into his frame, your back to his chassis, an arm draped across you as his servos intertwine with your fingers. Still not sure if he’s doing the right thing hanging onto you, keeping you, but he wants to. Needs something soft and warm. Someone who understands him, doesn’t think he’s useless. Who isn’t constantly disappointed with him for being a pacifist. He can fight if push comes to shove, but it’s always hurt his spark to cause harm. Just wants to be here, enjoy a world still living and thriving. To be allowed to live in turn.

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Heyyy it's been a while Rev!!

I just got my heart broken 😅 (trying to keep it together rn)

could use a Seeker pick-me-up if you have one 🥺

Never any pressure, yk I love ur writing 💕💕

Sure and I’m so sorry to hear about that, hun

Even If It Kills Me Pt 27

Armada Starscream x Reader

• Feeling a warm servo slide down the bridge of your nose then curve under an eye, you stretch against Starscream. “Didn’t mean to wake you,” he mutters, frowning and it’s your turn to reach out, smoothing a thumb against the corner of his mouth. Pressing up until he finally smiles, helm leaning to rest against your forehead. Those optics honey warm as he meets your eyes and that sense of home spills through you to make your eyes burn.

• Relaxing as you arch up to brush your mouth against his, he reaches to play with your hair. Unable to stop reaching for you, touching you. And you wiggle closer like you need that closeness just as much. Part of it the newness of the bond, driving you to need him, but you’d reached for him before, the bond just intensifying it. “We don’t have to get up, yet?” You say, making it a question and he brushes his lips against your cheek under an eye.

• Shaking his head, his servos ghost over your cheek and neck. “I’m not going anywhere.” Soft touches like he’s mapping out your geography. Like he can’t help himself and you get it. Need to touch him, too. Your palms surfing the heated plating of his chassis, the warm mesh of his neck. Feeling the thrum of his spark and the soft noise of his internal systems. Trying to really accept he’s yours. That this isn’t some sort of trick.

• Sliding a leg against your own, teasing himself with your weak biofield, he vents. “Good,” you whisper, smiling as he leans down to kiss you again. And there’s no need, no urgency as a big hand slides up your spine. Hasn’t realized intimacy could be like this, because it’s so unlike what you’d had. Maybe it’s so easy with him because he’s your best friend, because he fills in all the hollow, broken places inside you and doesn’t just keep taking until you feel like there’s nothing left for you.

• Rumbling as his wings stretch out behind him, one tapping against the berth under him when your fingertips ghost along his jaw and you smile. It still feels like he’s gotten away with something when he touches you. Like he shouldn’t be allowed to have this. That he’s not worthy. Those toxic doubts still in the back of his processor and maybe they’ll always be there, but you want him ands that’s enough. You saw his worst and he’s seen yours and neither of you had shied away. Spark thrumming as you press your face against his neck, his optics shutter. If the Autobots need him, they can wait. Because right now, you’re everything.

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Hello, may we please have a continuation of the tfp Wheeljack story? I simply must know how this story goes. I yearn for the warm embrace of this noble knight and his tendency to explode things (but not me).

Also, is there still the Tumblr bug where asks aren't anonymous for you? I guess I actually don't mind if you know the depths of my (sfw) desire to be held lovingly by giant alien robots, but I'm just curious. I think I send an ask like once every couple of weeks, and I hope it doesn't look like I'm badgering you for fluffy Wheeljack and Fort Max content

-an anxious mage with a furby profile picture

They’re anonymous! For a bit it was just attributing random PFPs to the anonymous asks apparently. It’s one of those weird Tumblr quirks, like the character limits in posts that vary between different users or broken asks I can’t answer while the inbox can just accumulate for infinity

Crooked Ways Pt 6

TFP Wheeljack x Reader

• Slowly coming online, he’s disoriented for a klik. Feels you shift against him and he realizes he’s still lying there with his head in your lap, but you’re bent forward over him. Sound asleep. Venting, he awkwardly reaches to push you up with a hand as you make a sleepy noise. Grimacing at all the kinks from how he’d been recharging, he eases you down and stretches out on his back beside you. And glances at your face, studying you. Because right now, you’re not angry or afraid. You look peaceful and that’s a rare thing.

• Reaching up, he runs a big hand over his face, painfully aware of all the mistakes he’s made. That he keeps making with you. Not cut out for this, for gentle and soft. Rolling onto his side, he reaches to brush your hair away from your temple and he freezes when your eyes open, that familiar wariness in your stare leaving him suddenly exhausted. Doesn’t want to fight with you. Watches your eyes dart to his servos then his face.

• Know you should scoot away from him, get some space between you both even though he’s an arm’s length away as he slowly draws his hand back. And you’re just staring at each other, his optics tired. Maybe sick of fighting just like you are. “You hate me, don’t you?” He asks, deep voice rumbling and your mouth opens, ready to blurt yes, but you stop yourself. Because you know how that ends. Just because he’s being nice now, doesn’t mean it’ll last. And smarting off always passes him off, but you can’t seem to help yourself.

• “If you were me, wouldn’t you?” You ask slowly, tone guarded. Lips twitching into a rueful, crooked smile, it hurts, but he deserves that. Knows it. Screwed this up so badly and now he’s not sure how to move forward or if he even can. Maybe there’s no fixing this and all he can do is watch it burn down around him. It’s what he’s best at, his collateral damage taking out everything and everyone around him. Living up to the Wrecker name.

• “Why did you help me if you hate me?” He asks, reaching out and laying the back of his hand between you both, palm up. “Why bother?” He persists as your eyes narrow. What does he want? For you to forgive him? Say you like him now? That he’s not that bad and reach out to hold his hand? ‘Because I’m not like you,’ you mutter sullenly thinking he’ll pull his hand away, curl his servos into a fist. Instead, that crooked, little smile grows. Somehow that affectionate smile, like you’re flirting with him is quite than his anger. Don’t know what to do with it, so you roll so your back is to him.

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If anyone wanted him continued? I’ll gladly take more Geomodus.

I like the socially awkward ones 💕

Feelings

Geomotus x Reader

• “I like this world,” he murmurs as he makes meticulous notes on his datapad and you look up from your food. “If you were to die, I’d like it to be here. The odds of you being preserved as a fossil are substantial.” Fighting the urge to snort, because he never manages to hear how it sounds when he says things like that, and you nod slowly. If you didn’t know him so well, you’d find him really unsettling. “Low oxygen and high sedimentation,” he adds like you’d asked for details. You never do, but he always feels the need to give them.

• “So some future Cybertronian finds me fossilized millions of years later and sticks me on their shelf,” you say, gesturing at the specimens on his shelves and his hand stills before a servo starts idly tapping on his stylus. Suddenly not liking this conversation. Not wanting to think about you being gone. He’d brought it up, but it bothers him. If you were fossilized he could keep you forever. But it wouldn’t really be you.

• “I’d remember where you were entombed and come to retrieve you,” he says, head turning to stare seriously at you. How can he not hear that? Because that’s kind of aww and eww at the same time. “Cybertronians live a very long time compared to organics.” You suppose it’s sweet he’d want to keep your fossilized corpse around. Maybe. It’s mostly creepy, but you know he doesn’t mean anything by it. Has trouble with this sort of thing. With understanding how to interact with people.

• “So you’d keep me with all your other rocks,” you mutter and he can’t really tell what you’re thinking, but he wants you with him. Wants to know where you are. To keep you. “Or would I get a special shelf? You’d probably prefer me as a rock, huh?” You’re smiling like something’s funny, but he’s not sure what the joke is. Servos tapping, he rocks back in his chair, itching to get up and move around. Pace until he doesn’t feel off balance.

• “I’d be lonely if you were a rock,” he says, optics flitting around the room, like he’s uncomfortable with this conversation suddenly. ‘I love you, too,’ you say and his servos flex. Reach for you and stop. Sketching over you an inch from your skin. And when you don’t move, he repeats the fidgety gesture. The third time, his servo ghosts against your arm and then he’s turning back to his reports, losing himself in his dirt and rocks and things he understands. But you’re used to being alone together, the silence never uncomfortable.

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As an asexual who sometimes swings by the blog to binge read (because even without the horny I still wanna hold hands with the robits 🥺❤️) I look at these transformers and wonder how different it would be if one of their humans were ace or sex repulsed

So at this point the Nemesis story and his reaction to it all is literally for me 😔 I can only hope that eventually us n Nemmi can sit back and gossip about all the spicy canoodling on-board. We can eat stolen snacks and help fix deeply hidden maintenance issues no bots know about. If any bot catches on we've got ALL the blackmail to bargain with. Maybe we air drop care packages from seemingly nowhere to other ship humans. Chaotic good house mouse adventures.

hey, fluff is good, too. The Vehicons storyline is pretty much just fluff and Geomotus was going to be if anyone wanted him continued

Protector Pt 2

Nemesis x Reader

• Stretched out on your belly, you roll as the biolights around your little nest flare brighter, pulsing like a slow heart beat. “Five more minutes,” you groan and the glow dims. Snuggling into your pillows, you stretch out an arm so your fingers can brush the warm floor and feel the faint thrum of the ship. You’re nearly asleep when the biolights running through the walls brighten again to make you groan. “But I’m warm.”

• Amused as you pull a pillow over your head, he turns his attention outward to give you more time to rest. Monitoring everything else instead. Taking care of so many that sometimes he feels like he’s drowning in their demands. You’re so much easier. One voice to focus on. Reaching out thoughts and doing system checks, he refines his focus to areas with humans in them. Finds a brown paper bag of hot food a Seeker just set down and as the mech turns away, the counter under the food shifts, dropping it down inside the walls as the counter heals itself. It’s getting easier to be precise. Targeted. Slowly ferrying the bag through himself, shifting panels in serpentine twists, he’s aware of the Seeker’s frustrated confusion, but the Decepticon can go out and get more for his own human. Isn’t trapped like he is.

• Hear the faint shuffling about the same time you smell food and your head comes up, hair in disarray. Did he find you something hot to eat? Watching the greasy paper bag wiggling as he awkwardly shifts it closer, you stand and move to intercept it, snorting when the ship starts to back it out of reach. “Good morning,” you say, sitting on the floor and tearing open the bag. “No coffee?” You tease as the biolights pulse lazily like the ship is laughing at you.

• Watching as you eat, his attention swings out again. Making sure the Seeker isn’t trying too hard to figure out where his missing food went. It’s not like anyone would suspect him, though. He’s almost sure most of them forget he’s alive and sentient. Aware of everything they’re doing inside him. And he listens to you excitedly chirping about hash browns as he runs diagnostics. Finding little areas that need repair, but nothing major.

• “Are we going exploring today?” You ask and the lights seem pensive. But then, you’re probably just attributing your own narrative to the ship because there’s no one else to talk to. Eating your food, as soon as you’re done, the lights pulse. Showing you the way to the little wash rack he’s diverted for you. “Are you trying to say I smell?” You tease and the lights hesitate again as you ball up your trash and startle when he whisks it off who knows where before the lights become more insistent. Is it weird that the ship knows your routine so well? Shooing you along the inner walls, taking care of your needs before you can even ask.

• Rumbling faintly as you follow into the cobbled together wash area and start sleepily undressing, he turns his attention outward to give you privacy and to check on the rest of himself. And you’re chattering away at him as you shower with the soap he’s stolen you, embarrassing him as he tries to ignore you. Which is hard when you start singing to either him or yourself, and exasperated, he starts searching rooms for things you might like. Things he can encourage you toward and reward you with for listening to him. Teaching you to follow his prompts. To trust him, because if something goes wrong and there’s an emergency, he needs to know you won’t hesitate.

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Wait so I’m kinda new to the fandom but are sparklings actually a thing or is it fanon?

It’s a bit of both! Sparkling was a fan coined term that ended up adopted later in some of the comics to become a canon concept

Sparklings

Wheeljack x Reader

• It’s ugly. A little creepy, too. Trying to not make a face at the blank protoform waiting on a spark to reshape it, you feel like you should have some sort of feelings for what will eventually be your baby. Besides a vague unease at the thing. And Wheeljack and Ratchet are both staring expectantly at you. Waiting. “It’s big,” you manage weakly. Bigger than you are and that’s not at all reassuring. What are you supposed to say? Can’t admit that you’re scared.

• “It’s actually a bit on the smaller side,” Wheeljack volunteers because you don’t look exactly excited. Wilting as his vocal indicators flicker, he brushes the back of a servo against your arm. And you give him a strained smile. Staring at you, his spark hurts at your uncertainty. “This isn’t the sparkling, just living metal for it to reshape.” Thought you’d be pleased. Or at least interested, but you just look wary.

• It’s still ugly. Ugly and kind of creepy. Hate those thoughts, because they’re awful. That’s your future kid. Shouldn’t you just love it unconditionally? What if something’s wrong with you? What if you can’t get over how alien your kid is? Arms wrapping around yourself, you lean into his servo and his hand cups around you. And you’re aware of Ratchet’s human watching curiously. Part of you wants to ask them if they think the protoform is eerie, because you need it to not just be you, but you’re not about to ask in front of the two bots.

• ‘Some Cybertronians find protoforms unsettling,’ Ratchet says and your head lifts, something like relief on your face. You think the protoform is unsettling? Rumbling softly, Wheeljack reminds himself that you’re alien. That this is definitely not how your people reproduce and that you’re lost here, looking to him for reassurance. ‘Really?’ You ask breathlessly, sounding so hopeful he cups his hands around you and lifts you to brush his mask against your shoulder. Trying to see the protoform the way you do, alien and strange. Not what you expected.

• Relaxing when the medic nods, you reach to lay a hand on Wheeljack’s mask. Feeling better that it’s not just you. ‘It’s the stillness, I think,’ Ratchet adds, glancing at his own human companion as they wrinkle their nose and nod that they find it weird, too and you wonder if they’re together or just friends. Haven’t seen much of them in the rec room, but you know the human is still having trouble getting around. “Will it look like Wheeljack?” You ask, imagining a little clone of him. Maybe with little vocal indicators. ‘It’ll pick its own form, but there is a tendency to carry over coding from the sire and carrier both,’ Ratchet says. Breath catching, you try to imagine a mix of you and him. What would that look like? You think you’d like that as you bite your lip. “Will-will I be able to,” faltering as you try to ask if you can even hold your baby, you gesture weakly at the protoform. “Can a sparkling mass shift?” And Ratchet and Wheeljack exchange an uncertain look that’s answer enough as you slowly nod.

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I love being trans and I love seeing other transmasc ppl also gush over your blog lol. I also love the Mirage storyline and scenarios because yeah I'm a transman but God I fucking love wearing dresses and cute things idc ill never stop wearing feminine clothes because there's something so comical about the look on people faces seeing some 5' 4" dude (me) with muscles and tattoos wearing some slutty little outfit or cute dress/skirt it ALWAYS makes me giggle so like YES Mirage keep bringing me dresses and old Hollywood robes and lingerie I like feeling like a spoiled prince 💅🏻 also he better take reader for joyrides 🤺

🤣 I’d think a lot of the Cybertronians aren’t that well versed in human culture and fashion. They have no idea about our overly complicated clothes and just see soft/fluffy/pretty coverings and want to see their human in them. And most of the humans are just rolling with it, because it’s not worth arguing about and hey, it’s whatever weird thing your giant partner brought home or naked sometimes (TFP Star’s human). I think Mirage would love vintage, romantic, Hollywood clothes and start stockpiling them once he has a human.

Joyride

Mirage x Reader

• Laughing as he tears down the deserted street, you tip your head back to stare at the swollen moon wreathed in clouds as the cold wind chills you, not numbing the exhilaration of his speed at all. If you had to guess, it’s sometime after midnight since you haven’t seen another car, but then, time isn’t all that important anymore. Your schedule following Mirage’s. His latest acquisition, a silk robe of some sort with faux fur trim, flaps in the wind, the ridiculous fur trimmed sleeves shoved up to to your elbows as you hang an arm out the window to surf your hand in the air.

• Darting down a side street in a squeal of tires, he can hear your delighted laughter and it leaves him warm and light. Happy that you’re happy, that you love this feeling just as much as he does. Feels free. It’s not his war, he’d just been dragged into it and wants it to be over and done. That fact making him suspicious to the other Autobots, always questioning his loyalty, his motives. Like he might swap sides at any moment and it hurts. Just because he doesn’t agree with the war, doesn’t mean he’d betray them. “Are you getting too cold, darling?”

• Probably, but you don’t want to go back to the Ark, yet. “We’re good,” you say, even though the chilly air is starting to get uncomfortable with the thin robe, you don’t really want to go home. And that thought ripples through you. Realizing that the Ark is gone, that he’s home to you. Not exactly sure when that had happened, but it feels right. Loving having someone care about you, see you, and worry over you. Spoil you.

• Humming softly as he monitors you tucked in his driver’s seat, he turns onto another road and vents tiredly when blue lights flare, a siren wailing. “Hang on tight, sweetspark,” he purrs, really letting loose as his engine roars. And you whoop, laughing as he peels out, the human authority in pursuit. Needs enough of a lead to duck out of sight just long enough to use his abilities to cloak you both. Because just blipping out of existence in front of other humans would send Prime into a tizzy if he ever found out. Though, the car chasing him is no real threat, much too slow to catch him.

• Laughing as the affluent bot runs from the cops, you brace a hand on his dash as you get slid around. Life with aliens seldom dull or routine. “Can we stay out a little longer, please?” You call out as he reverses suddenly to shoot back into a side street, cloaking himself as the cop car blasts by, siren screaming. And he chuckles affectionately to let you know he’s going to agree. It’s not like he can ever manage to tell you no anyway.

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I always love seeing the asks where people send in their figures :) I wanted to join in as well! My bday was yesterday and I got some nice figures! (Slowly building up a Cosmos corner :) )

Keep up the fantastic work! I love all of your takes on these bots ❤️

Do you think that cybertronians celebrate creation days? Or maybe they don’t until being around humans long enough and kind of adopt that custom?

Happy late birthday! I’d think celebrating creation days probably was a thing before the war, but probably fell to the wayside during

Birthdays

Cosmos x Reader

• Sorting through your mail, you glance at where Cosmos is helping chop veggies for your dinner, the mass displaced mech surprisingly domestic. You start making a pile of junk mail before opening the rest, lips twitching when you open a birthday card and tinny music blares from the speaker. And Cosmos looks over, visor brightening slightly. “What’s that?” He asks, setting down the knife to wander over and you turn the face of the card his way before opening it. Dimly wondering if he can even read your language. You’ve never asked, but he’s able to work the TV well enough, so maybe.

• “Birthday card from an uncle,” you say, setting it on the counter and he reaches to nudge it carefully open with a servo to hear the cheery, jangling music again. “Do your people celebrate birthdays?” You ask and you’re looking up at him when he turns. And it’s still weird. Having someone look up at him. Or having anyone around at all. Knows at this point, he could go back to the Ark and stay. Not just make energon runs, but he likes it here with you.

• “We used to celebrate creation days,” he murmurs and you reach to slide the card away before he can open it again. “How do humans celebrate?” He’s shadowing you as you move to go wash your hands and you smile when he sticks his own hands into the sink without prompting for you to squirt dish soap in his palm. Both of you washing side by side. It’s weird. It should be weird, anyway. But it’s comfortable.

• “My family never really did parties. When I was a kid, I’d get a gift and a cake, but it was never a big deal,” you reply as he washes his hands. And you laugh suddenly, lips twisting. “I remember in school wanting a birthday party so bad, because it seemed so important back then. A big party with lots of friends. Stupid, huh?” Not really. Understands wanting to be seen when he’s spent most of his time alone. Isolated.

• “You get one? A party?” He asks and you shake your head, smiling when his arm brushes yours and he leans his helm against your head. “We could have a party? I could decorate.” And you lay your cheek against his chassis. Because just that he cares enough to want to make you happy is enough. “Are cakes hard to make?” Snorting because the bot enjoys cooking food he can’t even eat, you wrap your arms around one of his. He’s enough of a present any day. Makes you wonder when his creation day is. Maybe you can celebrate both together?

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Any chance at getting some more of our favorite neurotic turkey?

Please take care of yourself! We appreciate you!

Sure! I’m just watching this thing go and realizing my asks are already over half as many as my followers considering the drafts are also asks I’ve moved over there in an attempt to not lose them in that unholy mess. You guys are amazing and absolutely terrifying… 🔞

Bottom Feeder Pt 14

TFP Starscream x Reader

• Glancing nervously down at you tucked in the crook of his arm when you fidget with the thing you’d called a robe that you’d pulled on over other coverings, he hopes you’re going to keep your layers on. Not embarrass him by deciding you’d rather be naked while he’s making his rounds. You’d at least submitted to letting him brush your hair so you don’t look as feral as you normally do. Wings flaring slightly when a Vehicon glances at him, his chin lifts. Because you’re his and you should be admired.

• Snorting as your turkey preens at another mech glancing at you, you feel a servo slide against your arm. And his attitude is only cementing in your head that you’re his little, alien purse dog and some sort of status symbol. You’ve seen other humans occasionally being carried around by other aliens, their expressions mostly resigned. How these guys have come to the conclusion that having their own pet human was a must, you have no idea, but you’re not complaining. Feel the shift in him as soon as he enters what you consider the throne room, Starscream always tense and fidgetier than normal in here, his attitude almost subdued. Afraid.

• Glancing at Megatron sprawled on his throne, the length of his human’s leash wound around a servo, Starscream hurries to his station. Had hoped Megatron wouldn’t bother to show up, too busy tormenting his own human to actually lead. And he can hear that harness jingling when the warlord’s human moves, the sound obscene. Knows exactly what that metal is that’s adorning the human and he can’t figure out what game Megatron is playing. Because there’s no way any Cybertronian would conjunx or frag a human. Can’t help but glance down at you in the crook of his arm, a hand on his chassis for balance. Trying to not remember how you look sprawled naked under your heat lamp, thighs slightly spread. A Cybertronian would have to be sick to fantasize about that sort of thing. Or be haunted by dreams of mass shifting and covering a human, rutting against them until they’re spent.

• Leaning to try and catch the other human in the room’s eye, you lift a hand and they give you a wry, little smile. And their scary mech with the nasty looking, sharp denta turns to stare at you and Starscream. Slowly grinning at you both in a way that makes your stomach drop. Feeling bad for that person, because their mech? He’s creepy. Watch their person murmur something at him, then lean to smack his hand and the big guy curls his lip to show off those sharp denta, a clawed servo rubbing against their jaw before sliding down and-oh. Are those two a thing? Because watching them squirm and shove his servo away from between their thighs, you remember the forbidden alien dick conversation that had gotten your turkey so flustered. How does that even work? Though Starscream has mass shifted to wrestle you into clothes or to brush your hair before, so you guess it’s doable. Because the way the big guy is acting, he’s getting some.

• What are you snickering about? Scowling down at you as you snort, you notice him looking at you and absolutely lose it, cackling. Wings drooping, because of course you’re going to embarrass him. It’s what you seem happiest doing. What are you even laughing about? Risks a glance at Megatron to see what you think is so hilarious and cringes realizing the warlord is petting his human. “Alien dick any good?” You call out to his absolute mortification as the other human sounds like they’re choking trying to not laugh and Megatron snarls his name in warning as Starscream presses a servo over your mouth to keep you from saying anything else that’s going to get him beaten and bolts with you.

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Hiii!!! First time asking, unsure if you've gotten this question before, or if you've answered it already, but what if Human!Reader has thought about being a Cybertronian themselves? Like, from the scene in Avatar (Not the last air bender), when they've transferred the soul of the human body into the Na'vi body. What if that is plausible? Yes, the human can live forever if sparkbonded, but what if they could become living metal like their partners?

There’s actually a canon way in the G1 series. Seaspray was able to use the Well of Transformation on Tlalakan to become human while his human lover became Cybertronian for a time, but the well is an option if the human wanted to go that route with the option of going back if they need to. And Spike became Cybertronian for a short time in a much more horrifying and traumatic way in a different episode. No specified Transformer

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• “Are you sure about this?” He asks, hands cupping your small form to his chassis as his servos slide against your spine, feeling the beat of your heart. Not sure why you want to do this, why you’re unhappy. But if you need this, he’s willing to support you. Venting, he kneels and lets you slide out of his hands as you approach the well. And he’s mass shifting, servos brushing the back of your arm to stop you before you can step in. Afraid to let go.

• Turning, you reach to cup his face in your hands and he leans down, helm resting against your forehead. “I’m sure.” Tired of being so small, helpless. Want this. To be like him, to explore with him. Because the universe is a big place for a small human. Want to be respected, to be able to do things on your own without being carried around by your mate. And not to be confused for a pet constantly. To be respected.

• You’re smiling up at him, and there’s no denying you anything. Doesn’t really understand why this matters to you, because you’re perfect the way you are, but he’s willing to support you in this. Mouth brushing yours, he watches you glance back at the well. “Does it hurt?” You ask and it’s the first uncertainty about this you’ve shown. Part of him wants to lie, to say it will so you won’t do this, but he just shakes his head.

• “From what I heard, you’ll be stripped down to your truest self and reshaped into a new form, but it’s painless,” he mutters, reaching up to toy with your hair, pressing a kiss against your forehead. Blowing out a breath, you feel his servos sliding down your arm as you back up a step. Half expect him to try to change your mind, because this has to be hard on him. Can tell he’s unhappy.

• What if you realize you don’t need him anymore? If you leave him after? “See you on the other side?” You say with a weak smile, the words almost a question and he nods, servos intertwining with soft fingers before you pull away and dive in. Easing down to sit and wait for you to come home to him, he can feel you in the water through the bond and it helps soothe him. Even if you won’t look the same, it’ll still be you. ‘Come back to me,’ he whispers, optics on the calm surface. What if you change your mind? If you become a bird and just fly away? Hates those doubts and worries bubbling up in his processor, because a part of him is sure he doesn’t deserve you. You have to come home, you’re bonded to him. ‘Please.’

[revelboo]

Revel, i LOVE how you write the Ark being mean and a bully to the autobot but acting sweet to his little s/o (he's so 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂) LOLL

Nemesis: Don’t you dare look at my tiny spouse living in the walls. You saw something? No, you didn’t

Ark: No thoughts, just manipulative pent up, aggressive horniness 🔞 🌶️

Lonely Pt 3

Ark x Reader

• ‘I wouldn’t go in there if I were you,’ Ratchet mutters, holding out his arm with a datapad in hand to bar the way to the bridge. And Optimus stares at the medic, recognizing that over it look on his face. ‘The Ark and his human are in there,’ Ratchet adds as an explanation and Optimus frowns. The ship’s only had a drone for barely a joor, there’s no way that he’d managed to not only successfully court his human, but convince them to actually do anything with him. But as he opens the door, he catches a glimpse of the two tangled together in his captain’s chair, hears the noises and he shuts the door. That has to be a new record. A horrifying record, but still. Servo still on the button as Ratchet growls that he tried to warn him, Optimus just turns and walks away. Not dealing with that right now.

• Growling as he ruts against you, thrusting urgently inside your slick heat while you hang onto him, he groans. Because you’re even better than he’d imagined. And okay, maybe he’d lied to you a little bit. Maybe you’ve somehow gotten it into your head that he’s Cybertronian royalty and that he’s claiming you as his spouse to rule by his side. It’s not like he’d said it, he’d just hinted that it was possible and you’d been all too eager to go along with it. Hips pumping, he feels you squirm under him, gasping his name. “Not yet. Wait,” he snarls, spike driving into you and you’re so tight and wet.

• Crying out as you come apart, he keeps pounding into you, his spike stretching you until you feel every ridge stroking inside you. And he’s snarling, venting raggedly as he bucks against you before you feel the heat of his release inside you. “Are we mates now?” You manage, thighs trembling. You’ve never orgasmed three times in a row before, but now that you know what you’d been missing? You’re never letting him go. And being alien royalty? With him promising to take you back to his home world to rule by his side? Yes, please.

• “Maybe one more. To be sure,” he groans, shuddering as he slips free of you and encourages you to roll onto your belly so he can cover you and try this position. Burying his spike back inside you, he wonders if he can just stay inside you. All the time. Is that an option? It’s not like he has any actual tasks or job duties except transportation. And since they crashed him into a mountain, he’s not going anywhere until they decide to dig him out. Which doesn’t seem to be high on the Autobot’s priorities list. Has so much catching up to do, anyway.

• It’s one hell of a coronation, moaning as he begins moving inside you again, you hear him growling sweet nothings and promises in your ear. Makes you feel chosen. Special. You’d always known aliens were real and you have so many questions about him and his people. Need to know so much if you’re going to rule over them. And he’s rumbling, hips pumping urgently to race impatiently for that peak again as your body winds back up. Wondering idly if you get a crown.

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Hi Revel, I dunno if you've gotten any asks for this...but would you do one for the Nemesis like you have with the Ark? Though, if you don't do female transformers, that's all good too! I was thinking it could have been a human one of the Decepticons picked up and got bored with. Perhaps because of how quiet the human is? They're certainly observant though.

He has an adopted borrower

Protector

Nemesis x Reader

• Tipping up his energon, Long Haul hesitates spotting movement. Watching a human dart into the rec room keeping close to the walls and you’re not one he’s seen before, though he tends to not pay attention to any of the organics but the one he’s sharing with his brothers. And there are enough humans on the Nemesis that seeing one wandering around loose isn’t that big a deal. Though one alone is unusual. Must be new, your Cybertronian not realizing you’re too small to be wandering around unsupervised. You’re going to get under ped on the floor. Looking around to confirm no one’s watching you, he stands and sees movement on top of the back counter. The surface shifting in sinuous ripples until a package of dry human food and a couple of bottles of water stashed for humans fall. One of the bottles busting as the human lunges to grab it, looking dismayed before they notice him staring and freeze.

• Heart racing as the strange green mech slowly edges your way, you snatch the box of crackers and other bottle of water and back up against the wall. And the giant crouches to reach for you right as the wall shifts at your back and you fall backwards through. Hear the mech’s startled expletive cut off as the wall closes behind you. Clutching the food to your chest, you make your way along the inside of the walls, following the biolights that slowly flare and pulse to guide you. Because that had been a close one. Not at all looking forward to getting caught again as the ship hums around you as if aggravated that you’d nearly been snatched. “Thanks,” you whisper.

• Guiding you through the maze of his internals to your little nest of things he’s been able to help you acquire, the Nemesis rumbles and redirects some of attention to listening in on Long Haul trying to convince Hook that there’s a stray human living in the walls of the Nemesis when the medic enters the rec room. Hates that you’d been seen, but you’ve been seen a few times by the Decepticons. So far he’s been able to open up hideouts for you. To protect his little human. And he feels you slide a palm against his inner walls. Dimly listening to you thanking him for the food and water even though you don’t need to. He’d found you and enjoys caring for you. It’s not like anyone else even notices him. You at least talk to him, a constant soft whispering that soothes him.

• Following the glowing lights as the ship guides you back to your little home, you settle in your blankets and pry open the box of triscuits. Wishing you had actual food, but snooping around for it is too risky. If you get caught, you might end up caged again as someone’s pet. Or worse. Occasionally things show up in your bed. Clothes, trinkets, food. He’d found you a bag of apples somewhere once and you’d been ridiculously happy about it. Reaching out, you lay a hand on the warm wall, know you’re being silly thinking of the ship as alive, but someone’s taking care of you and the ship guides you where you need to be, helps you stay free. Feeds and protects you.

• Should he move you again? He’s shifted walls to gently encourage you to move your home a few times whenever you’ve been seen. But as you yawn and pick at your food, he doesn’t want to move you again so soon. Not unless the Constructicons start snooping trying to find you. Since they have their own human, he doubts they’re a threat to you, but they might try to ‘rescue’ you. Isn’t about to allow that, he’s seen how Decepticons are and just because those Decepticons are gentle with their own human, doesn’t mean he’s willing to entrust you to anyone else. Knows what some of the Decepticons are doing with their humans. Seen and felt it. Them fragging humans inside him. Deviants, the lot of them. You���re his and off limits.

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I’m not sure if it’s okay to ask, but I barely see any TFA Lockdown and my hunter husband needs some love too! It’s okay to request at least!

Guessing I missed something to get two requests the same day for this guy?

Leverage

TFA Lockdown x Reader

• Growling as he rubs the servos of his one hand against the back of his neck, he walks up the ramp and secures his ship. Because everything about this job’s gone sideways. Wasn’t supposed to be on this miserable mudball planet this long. Wasn’t supposed to get distracted, either. Grunting when he spots one of his trophies on the floor, he bends to pick it up. “What have I said about messin’ with my stuff?” Scanning the shelves until he spots you standing there, arms crossed and scowling to make him smile. Defiant little thing.

• “What have I said about leaving your crap everywhere,” you counter, picking your way along the shelf away from him and barely resisting the urge to shove anything else off. Because the shelves make a walkway you can use to get around the shop. If he doesn’t leave stuff in the way for you to struggle to climb over. “Look at this mess.” Weapons, skulls, and what is that? “Like this. Is this someone’s servo?” You demand planting a foot against it and pushing it off the shelf to clatter to the floor. “Who keeps people’s servos?”

• Chuckling as you fuss, gesturing with your little hands, that loose, soft covering he gifted you belted at the waist, the hem swaying with your movements, flashing him glimpses of your bare thighs. Loves watching you in a tizzy, having the audacity to glare him in the optics and tell him off. Both of you knowing he’s not changing. “I keep trophies,” he says, reaching to use his hook to block you from stomping away. And you whirl on him, arms crossed again as he carefully hooks the curve of the wickedly sharp appendage around you and drags you closer to the edge of the shelf. Aware that you picked a level where you’re optic height with him on purpose. “Prettiest trophy I have right here,” he adds and your face flushes as your eyes narrow. You can get angry all you like, but you love the flattery and he knows it.

• “I thought I was leverage,” you mutter, trying to duck under his hook and he won’t let you escape. Smirking lazily when you glare at him. Though whatever you two are to each other is probably best filed under complicated. And one of his servos slides against your neck and jaw, his optics hooded. “To draw out the Autobots?” Because he’d grabbed the wrong human, that plan had fallen through. That servo slides down your body and you grab it to keep it from wandering between your thighs.

• “Still think I’d give you up to them?” He growls and you arch your brows at him as he clears his vents and pulls your present from subspace, holding it out. “You’re a cruel, heartless little thing.” Watches you grab the soft, vintage fur, fingers sinking into it before you stare at him expectantly, a hand thrust out. “Thankless,” he adds, retrieving your food and only then do you gesture imperiously for him to lean closer so you can press a kiss against his bottom lip. ‘Love you, but get rid of the damn, dismembered body parts. Fuck,’ you mutter, turning and sauntering off, the fur over one shoulder and your food in your other hand as he vents in affectionate aggravation, wondering why he keeps you around as you mouth off about him.

[revelboo]

So you think that TC would take advantage of looking human to live out the romantic fantasy of making out in the park like young lovers??

He would, he’s such a romantic

Better Open The Door Pt 22

Thundercracker x Reader

• Shrugging off his jacket, it takes an effort to separate it from the main body of his avatar, to focus on keeping it real enough as he drapes it across your shoulders and you look up at him, with a faint smile. Tucking you against his side as you hold the collar of the jacket closed at your throat, the strain of maintaining two holomatter objects eases, just needs to keep in contact with the garment to keep it solid and stable. “Sorry about my family. They’re a lot,” you say, nose wrinkling. Like you think you inconvenienced him when he’s just honored you’d trusted him enough to introduce him to your family.

• Hear him snort softly as his fingers flex against your waist. And it’s weird, you can feel the avatar, feel its warmth, but it’s wrong. Should be heated, living metal, not an illusion of flesh and bone. “Your family is fine. Wait until you meet my Trine,” he says And you can’t tell if he’s serious or teasing as he walks you into the park. But he doesn’t guide you deep into the trees where his physical body is waiting to take you home, instead nudging you toward a bench facing the little lake.

• “Doesn’t keeping up the avatar for a long time drain you?” You ask and he brushes a kiss against your temple as he eases you both down on the bench. Because he’s seen this in his movies, young lovers exchanging kisses and soft touches on a park bench, unworried about anything except each other. Besides, the avatar takes less energy than mass shifting does, though Megatron’s mysteriously adjusted the energon allotments to any Cybertronians with humans recently, something he’s heard other mechs grumbling about, because they’re getting less.

• “This is worth it,” he says, warm fingers tipping your chin up as his mouth brushes yours. And you close your eyes, pretending it’s him, the real him, not his avatar as his fingers slip under the hem of your shirt to palm skin. Reaching up, you wrap your arms around his neck as his mouth slides against your own, tongue teasing the seam of your lips and you let him in without hesitation.

• Right now, he belongs here in your world. He can pretend. And you lean back, encouraging him to follow you down, your mouth hungry, twisting the kiss into something needy. Growling when someone clears their throat with muffled laughter, his head lifts to scowl at another couple passing by on the walking trail. Giggling at you both because they only see two young lovers lost in each other. Soft hands pull him back down to you, your mouth covering his and he forgets the strangers as your fingernail graze his neck and shoulders.

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[revelboo]

Offering some comic panels in return for some Kaon??? 🫴

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️ I can see him being a bit like Mirage about wanting to fuss over and pamper his human

Darling

Kaon x Reader

• Plating still damp from the washracks after helping do his part to bring justice to another traitor on the list, he studies his servos to make sure there’s no energon left in the joints, because he can’t stand the thought of soiling you with filth like that. Letting himself into his habsuite, his black optics slide over his berth until he finds you sitting among your things, running a brush through your hair. And you’ve dressed up for him, wearing that soft, loose covering that hangs open in the middle to show scandalous hints of warm skin. Lovely, delicate things that you insist don’t suit you at all, but you wear for him all the same. Spike stirring when you smile up at him, he secures the door.

• He’s back, the inky pools of his optics almost hypnotic as his head tips and you shift slightly, leaning onto your hip to show off the silly, lace garter belt you’d found in his latest haul from Swindle. Knowing he likes that sort of thing as he rumbles softly. While you wish he’d let you go with him so you could have some input in what you get, you’re pretty sure he wouldn’t be happy with your tastes in clothes considering the romantic, soft outfits he likes to put you in. “Look how sweet you are,” he whispers, using a big servo to tip your chin up and you hear his internal systems hum when you ease back, the silk robe splitting open to reveal more skin.

• Thighs closed, the way you’re sitting is hiding most of your secrets from him almost like you’re shy. Even though he’s claimed you more than once, the guilt of sullying you warring with his hunger every time. Part of him tempted to never interface with you, keep you sweet and innocent, but those noises you make when he’s inside you? “Did you miss me?” He growls softly, the back of a servo skimming up your leg. Needs to hear it as his fans click on when you ease back and he splays a hand on the berth beside you, looming over you. Hungry.

• “Always,” you whisper because it’s what he wants. Loves you to be dramatic when he leaves, to cry and beg him to stay, and to shower him with affection given freely without him having to ask. Playing along keeps him smiling and happy. And he’s much easier to deal with if you play his games. Trying to not react to the vertigo inducing discomfort of him mass shifting, his mouth covers yours as he stretches out over you, just enough of his weight on you to pin you as his spike pressurizes between your bodies and he’s rocking against you. Sometimes fucking you, but sometimes just rutting against your thighs until he overloads. Either way, he always immediately carries you to wash away the evidence of what he did. Gets upset about it.

• Wants to release inside you. To bury himself deep inside you and thrust into your silken heat until he fills you. Shouldn’t. Groaning as the head of his spike beads with slick just from grinding against your softness, those little hands cling to him like you’re giving him permission to ruin you with himself. Hears you whimper his name as you squirm under him. Begging him. He’s allowed. Just this once. He’ll clean you up after. He’s allowed. You moan as he presses inside you with a snarl, hips pumping.

• Head back against your pillows as he drives deep, thrusting urgently you know he’s going to be funny after. Always is when he allows himself to come inside you, but you’re getting used to navigating his moods and hangups. Know after he’s done, he’ll be upset with himself. That he’ll clean you up and then stretch out with his head in your lap needing you to stroke his helm and reassure him that it’s okay. That you’re his. That he can have this. “Let me, just this once,” he growls against your lips, hips surging against you. Driving you ruthlessly to the peak. And you gasp as you shatter, nails digging into the mesh inside his seams. Hear him snarling, groaning as he keeps moving until you feel the heat of his release and you hold him as he shudders against you, venting raggedly and filling you over and over as you whisper that it’s okay.

[revelboo]

Considering that Tarantulas inherited more than one kind of instinct from his arachnid altmode, do you think that he'd also have this instinctive fear for his life after mating and he can't figure out why at first? Then, his human has to explain that most female earth arachnids tend to eat the male after mating, and everything suddenly makes sense. And maybe his human can reassure him they do not intend to kill and eat him while giving him some post-coital snuggles.

🤣 poor guy already has trust issues 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Trust

Tarantulas x Reader

• Easing back and feeling the webbed nest bouncing slightly as his spidery extra limbs flare out slightly when he stalks you, there’s a whisper of unease. Because are you really doing this? With him? Sometimes, a lot of the times, you have no idea what he’s thinking and his moods are so manic he keeps you on edge. But after being stuck with him for this long, you understand him a little better. Those glimpses of the hurt and lonely mech under the madness what keeps you anchored and he’s tense like he expects you to try to bolt. To change your mind. Like he’s as unsure as you are and it helps.

• Moving slowly, he crouches over you, mandibles flexing against your belly and thighs as he vents. Some of his tension easing when you part your thighs. Inviting his touch. “I like how you scent when you’re needing,” he growls and you laugh like he said something funny. Jaw sliding against you, he cups your hips to lift you slightly before spreading his mandibles to spear his glossa inside you. Feels your thighs tremble before you slowly relax, giving in to the aphrodisiac in his salvia, his venom. Stroking deep his attention flicks up to your face, your need darkened eyes. Reluctantly easing you down, his glossa slides over your ribs and he shifts to cage you.

• Feel his extra limbs bumping you, adjusting you as you float in a haze of heat and need. Not even weirded out as the mandibles of his altmode spread and hook against your waist, his extra limbs pinning your legs up and open as you feel the head of his spike press against you. The faint burn of him stretching you fraying that warm haze some as he gives a clicking hiss. That alien, spidery noise stringing you tight, making you shiver. And he’s pressing deep in a slow surge, hips rolling as you grab at his chassis. Gasping when he begins moving against you, thrusting urgently.

• Hips pumping, you’re slicker, tighter than he’d imagined. Those needy sounds you’re making deliciously obscene as he moves inside you, claiming you. Impatient to have everything. To bond and spark you, but knowing he needs to go slow. To not overwhelm you. Just because he’s inside you, doesn’t mean he’s still not hunting you. Assumptions can hurt, learned that lesson the hard way the last time he’d deluded himself into thinking he was in love not really understanding what love was. Patience never his strongest suit, though. You’re squirming under him, head thrown back as he thrusts. Accepting him. Needing him. Can’t mess this up this time.

• He’s gentler with you than you’d expected him to be even if the nest is bouncing as he ruts against you. His limbs caging you, keeping you trapped in the position he’s got you in so you can’t really move how you need. And when he tries to push your legs up higher, the change in angle tips you over the edge. Crying out as you come apart and his thrusts lose their rhythm. Hear him grunting and snarling right before he’s filling you, overloading hard, bucking shallowly as he hisses.

• Anxiety comes from nowhere as he releases inside you, instincts jangling as your soft fingers fist in the ruff of fur on his shoulders. There’s an overwhelming urge to web you down. To retreat even as he wants to linger and enjoy the warm glow of after. And he lurches off of you when your head lifts, mouth brushing the mesh of his neck. Extra limbs fanning out aggressively as your legs fall to the nest and you twist to sit up slightly, thighs slick with his glowing release. “What’s wrong?” You ask, eyes hurt as you stare at him and he’s not sure.

• Maybe it wasn’t good for him? Or that was all he really wanted and he’s been lying to you. Playing you. Wincing at the thought, you watch him shift restlessly, limbs up and tense. Like he thinks you’re going to attack him? “Tarantulas?” And he shudders, head shaking. Starting to use his extra limbs to climb the side of the nest away from you. “Was that all you wanted from me? Sex?”

• No. Wants more. Wants all of you, but that uneasy jangling is getting stronger. Thinks of Prowl shoving him into the Noisemaze. Betraying him as you stare up at him in confusion, your eyes so hurt it hurts him. “Something’s wrong. Instincts,” he mutters, shaking his head again and you hesitate. ‘Spider instincts?’ You ask, voice funny. ‘You don’t think I’m going to eat you now, do you?’ No. Yes? Mandibles flexing, he’s aware of how stupid the thought is, but he can’t shake it. Instincts screaming that you’re a threat to him now when he’s just wants to hold you. Stay inside you. Claim you again.

• “Humans don’t do that, but some spiders do,” you mutter, remembering seeing some nature documentaries on it as a kid and being even more terrified of spiders for watching them. “Come down, please? I swear I won’t try to eat you.” Because you’re feeling used and hurt at being abandoned by him. And he slowly eases down, two of his extra limbs tapping against your legs as he moves closer. Hear him venting as he stretches out facing you, but not touching you. Is he really afraid of you? He’s bigger, much stronger. Wiggling closer makes him tense, but you ignore it to grab his wrist and pull one of his big, clawed hands to you.

• “I know you’re not a threat. It’s just instincts,” he mutters, hand cupping your cheek, a clawed servo sliding against you. Because it’s not just his altmode, it’s so fused with him that he’s not even sure he’s completely Cybertronian anymore at this point. A monster, a horror that others avoid. The mad scientist, broken by his own machinations. And you stretch out against him, legs sliding against his. Accepting him as he tries to ignore that instinct screaming at him, to push it down and pull you close. You’re not a threat. Not Prowl. Wrapping his limbs around you, he hears you murmur at him to ease up his grip as you squirm. Needs you. Needs you to love him.