revelboo

[revelboo]

I wanna get Swerve pregnant

Sure!

Sparked Skywarp anon: you see what you’ve done to me? 🤣 I was at 628 on the 15th and this is with me going through these as fast as I can, too

Uno Reverse- Sparked

Swerve x Reader

• Hands on your waist, he groans as those soft hands cup his face. Your soft mouth sliding against his own and he opens up for you, tasting you as his glossa sliding against your tongue, hearing your breath hitch as you move against him, hips rolling. Helm bumping your forehead, he smiles crookedly when you nip at his bottom lip.

• Lazily moving to ride his spike, you brush a kiss against the corner of his mouth and his servos tremble slightly against you. “Give me one more?” He asks on a groan, and his servos tighten on you right before he rolls you under him, one of his hands pushing your thigh up and pinning it. Head falling back on a moan, he moves more urgently against you, spike stroking deep. And heat spills through you, coiling you tight.

• How many is this now? Can feel your thigh trembling under his servos as his hips pump. Just one more. Wants to feel you come apart under him, to fill you one more time even though you probably need a break. He’ll carry you into your little modified wash rack after and clean you up, but he needs this. “Swerve,” you whimper and he shudders, almost overloading just from the sound of his name on your lips, the slick heat of you wrapped so tight around his spike. His little mate.

• “One more,” he insists, hips pumping. “Give me one more.” Trembling, you arch with a cry, coming apart and he’s still babbling in a broken mix of your language and his. Hooking your legs around his waist, he’s shifting his plating and his spark arcs into you as he groans, filling you. All of your tension easing as the familiar warmth of him engulfs you. Feeling like home.

• Shuddering against you, curling his frame around you, you tangle in his spark. Seeing him, knowing him like no one else does. And he can’t stop himself, coaxing you as you writhe under him. Asking and needing this. You. Hear you whine his name and it’s a shock when you accept. Giving in to him as he feels that pull between you.

• Whimpering, as that weird pull intensifies, shifts and becomes overwhelming , a question you don’t understand. Until you’re gasping his name, squirming and he groans, overloading again, slicking your thighs. Heart racing, you hear him babbling. So excited about something. “Can’t understand alien gibberish,” you mumble and he kisses you. ‘We’re sparked,’ he says cupping your face in his hands. ‘You sparked me.’ What? “That’s great?” And he’s sitting up, dragging you into his lap, you’re sure whatever this is isn’t that important. But he’s so adorable excited.

[revelboo]

Rev, Rev... Hear me out. Would uno-reverse sparking Earthspark Soundwave chill him out or make the anger so much worse?

Worse… so much worse. He’s finally tolerating the human, admitting he has feelings for them, fully bonding them for the first time during interface. And they immediately knock him up. 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-Sparked

ES Soundwave x Reader

• Rocking back to meet anger issues daddy as he moves against you, he’s growling in your ear. And you’re pretty sure that he hates that he wants you. You don’t think either of you really knows what this is between you. Not love, not really. Lust? Hips snapping against you, getting rougher as his chassis brushes your back. But you don’t regret any of it. Can’t. Because you’d done it for the cassettes, not him.

• Part of him is still so furious that he’s become so weak as to need you. Need the feel of you sleeping against him, your warmth and heartbeat grounding him. Can’t recharge without it. When had that happened? When had you started mattering? And you tremble under him, making a noise when he hooks an arm around you to keep you right where he wants you, hips pumping. Because you’re his. His to claim, to breed.

• Gasping on a moan when his arm lifts and your knees leave the berth, palms sliding as he changes the angle and you’re crying out, coming apart. And he doesn’t let up, that thick spike driving deep over and over, until it’s too much and your elbows hit the berth, hips up. “Soundwave!” Hear him groan, the sound more snarl than anything as he keeps snapping his hips against you before he’s overloading. And his plating shifts at your back.

• Hears you cry out when his spark arcs to seize you and you’re trembling under him, fisting his spike. And it’s more intense than he expected, all of you flooding into him, tangled in his spark. Unresisting and your submission is a shock he didn’t expect. Didn’t want to fully bond you, just to play, feel you in him and savor it. Swearing, he shudders against you, unable to break the connection as your memories, thoughts wash through him and you weakly kick out a leg, whimpering. And he can’t stop. Coaxing instinctively, horrified as that pull intensifies and he hears himself. Realizes he’s crooning to you, that you’re docile under him, lulled by the sound and warmth of his spark.

• When he stops making that noise, it’s like a slap and he’s everywhere. You’re drowning in him, struggling to get free as you feel that weird, aching pull. Feel him coaxing and you’re panicking. What’s he doing to you? Hear his furious snarl when he finally lets you go and you go sprawling on your belly. Pushing up to glare back at him and your breath catches. Oh. He’s pissed. “You just sparked me?!” He snarls and you go scrambling on all fours to get away, instinct shoving common sense out the door and he’s seizing you by an ankle to drag you back.

[revelboo]

Omg I'm eating up the uno reverse sparked series! Can I see a Uno reverse sparked Ironhide or Optimus prime?

Thank you!^^

Sure 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

🤣 I’m getting comments and asks speculating on how to knock up Unicron now. And apparently one for one human sparking every single one of TFP Megatron’s Vehicons.

Uno Reverse-Sparked

Optimus x Reader

• Smiling as you lay back, you pull him down with you and his mask retracts, mouth brushing your jaw, cheek, and neck. Anywhere he can reach. Hands sliding over his warm plating, then lower to grip him, he groans. “Impatient?” He teases softly, his own big hand skimming down your side over your ribs. Stroking him, you shift under him.

• Venting softly as you spread your thighs in invitation, he cups you, servo pressing into your wet heat to make you arch with a gasp. Always in such a hurry, but he understands that need, because he’s strung tight, aching to be inside you. “Don’t tease,” you whisper. Letting you guide the head of his spike to you before he’s stretching you in a slow drive of his hips. Finding a rhythm, he moves against you, brushing kisses against your face. “Been thinking about what you asked,” you manage, a thigh sliding against the outside of his. “Answer’s yes.”

• Almost overloads right then realizing what you’re talking about, thrusts faltering as he stares down at you, afraid to hope. “To sparklings?” To trying? Not even sure your species is compatible that way, but wants this. Wants a life that isn’t just this never ending war and wants it to be with you. And you nod as he kisses you, moving more urgently against you. Feel those soft hands clinging to him as he bares his spark and forges the connection. You come to him as your body moves under his, as urgent and needy as he is. Senses your uncertainty, but that you want this.

• Engulfed in his light, his spark wraps around you and you relax into him. Give in to that coaxing as he shudders against you, rhythm faltering and that pull sings through you, shattering you as he groans and fills you. And it’s intense, overwhelming as you arch under him on a gasp. Becoming too much, as the coaxing shifts, becoming almost a question. Because there’s no going back and you want this, but you’re second guessing if you’re ready. Panicking.

• Something shifts and he’s not sure if this is how it’s supposed to feel, you’re still tangled in him, but pushing back. Not taking the new spark, not letting him give it to you. Feels your growing uncertainty putting him on edge and he accepts the spark, claims it as his, gently breaking the connection. And brushes his cheek against yours, careful to not snare you again when you’re already so stressed. “Was it too much?” He asks and you bury your face against his neck after he’s hidden his spark away. “Is that why you gave me the spark?” Hears your muffled ‘I did what now?’

[revelboo]

Sparked Tarn! Sparked Tarn! Sparked Tarn! Sparked Tarn! Sparked Tarn! Sparked Tarn!

Oh my God the reversed sparklings are fucking amazing and I might be a little high from the serotonin and dopamine from reading these

Y’all are killing me right now 🤣

There’s no escaping once fully bonded. They will hunt the human down and drag them back kicking and screaming

🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-Sparked

Tarn x Reader

• His sweet, little pet mate. Servos tightening on your hips, listening to those needy sounds you make for him. It’s almost musical. And he can’t help but wonder what Megatron would think if he saw him, saw how far he’d fallen. But he can’t stop either, you’re a blasphemous addiction. One he knows he should have ended before it ever got this far. Couldn’t let you go even before he’d fully bonded you.

• Servos almost bruising on your hips as he kneels behind you, rutting against you, he growls. That spike stretching you, pounding into you on the verge of being almost too rough. Nearly overwhelming as he ruthlessly drives you to that edge until you come apart. And you know what’s coming as he groans and drapes himself against your back, hips pumping, he growls about sparking you. You brace when his plating shifts and his spark comes into contact with you. Falling into him as he snarls and overloads inside you, bearing you down and pinning you flat, spike still pulsing inside you as he keeps his weight from crushing you.

• Groaning as he snares you before you can try to elude him like you usually do, his hips are still rocking against you as he wraps your light in his. Because he’s been filling you all rotation, wearing you out so he could have this. Have you without a fight. Ever since you’d fully bonded with him, you’ve avoided him catching you during bonding. Accepting his body, his spike, but hiding from the rest of him. Afraid of what you’d seen in his memories and he’s not letting go this time. Needs to be seen, understood. Especially by you.

• Toes sliding on the berth under you, feeling a blanket wadded up under your hip bone and his spike still stretching you, he’s got you caged, physically and mentally. Refusing to let you turn away this time. Forcing you to face what he really is, what he’s done even though you don’t want to know. Want to pretend it away and just let this be physical. His masked face brushes your shoulder as he groans, that coaxing becoming more insistent. Wanting you to see all of him, know him. And you’re scared of it.

• Feels when you finally surrender and stop fighting, accepting him, and something shifts. There’s a pull that echoes through him and it’s happening too fast, realizes what this is, but there’s no stopping it. His alarm sparking yours all over again. Until you’re struggling and he’s so shocked he lets go without meaning to. Horrified as he shoves up, spike sliding free of you as you lurch away, drawing your legs up against yourself. But he’s distracted by that delicate new spark tangled in himself, the feel of it flickering fitfully before separating. Becoming twin sparks and his head lifts on a growl as you stiffen. “Come here,” he growls and you roll on a gasp. Running from him after sparking him.

[revelboo]

Wait if we’re knocking up bots can we knock up First Aid too??

I almost feel kinda bad for these bots, just being so confused and so sure that there’s no way it can happen because there’ve been no new sparks for so long. And then humanity happens to them 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-Sparked

First Aid x Reader

• “Don’t stop, please, don’t stop,” he groans, head back and his servos flex against your hips, you hear the rasp of one of his peds sliding on the berth. Knowing full well that he’s strong enough that he could move you how he wants so easily and that he’s letting you have your way instead. Even if it looks like it’s killing him. His ragged venting and growling whines stringing you tight. Making you live him even more.

• Denta gritted behind his mask as you ride him, he shudders, hips lifting. Fascinated with the way you look bouncing on his spike, sweat sheening your skin as you make those breathless noises and watch him. And that urgent need to spark you lifts through him. Can’t stop imagining you sparked. Siring sparklings with you as their carrier. Knows it’s impossible, but that need aches through him, getting more demanding now that you’re fully bonded to him. Taunting him with a family he can’t have. Will never have.

• Movements faltering when you get close, too sensitive as your thighs tremble and he’s sitting up. Rolling you onto your back and taking over, hips pumping urgently. Hanging onto him as his mask retracts and his mouth finds yours, he drives you to that edge and you arch under him, your cry swallowed by his kiss. And he’s shuddering against you, thrusting deep right as he shifts his plating to bond you again.

• There you are, pouring into him without hesitation and he wraps himself around your brightness, coaxing as his hips keep moving. So on edge that when you accept, he’s overloading with a ragged groan to fill you. Feels that sweet, impossible pull of a bit of himself becoming twined in you, becoming something new. A delicate, little spark. And you’re retreating at the sensation, resisting when he tries to snare you again. Can feel your alarm and confusion and accepts it. Accepts the spark as his.

• Gasping when he lifts up slightly, your heart is racing. What was that? You’d leaned into that coaxing sensation and he’d done something you don’t understand, but it was something important. And he’s staring down at you. “What did you-” Crying out when he gathers you to him in a hug that temporarily crushes the air out of your lungs and you’re snared in his spark again. Drowning in his light and warmth, the feeling of home and belonging.

[revelboo]

Wait what is happening why is everyone getting sparked? What have I missed? 😭

🤣 Someone asked yesterday if it would be possible for a human to spark a Cybertronian instead of the other way around- specifically Skywarp. So I wrote a scenario, because with the way I do human/Cybertronian reproduction, yeah, that could work. And I immediately got bombarded with asks to spark various mechs. There’s a lot more of them and I just got another for… Unicron, apparently… That’s a brave soul

But, I’m mostly just amusing myself instead of updating stories today

Human/Cybertronian Reproduction Headcanons Pt 2

• A spark isn’t possible without a full bond. That’s up to the human to accept or deny their partner during spark play. Accidental full bonds are possible, but uncommon (Everything Is Alright Megatron). But communication isn’t exactly that open and there’s a lot of old taboos and embarrassment with no one on either side wanting to admit they’re fragging the wildlife, so a mech might engage in sparkplay with their human not realizing they can bond, because no one that figured it out the hard way warned anyone else. There’s no collateral damage control going on at all

• There’s an assumption that even if humans can fully bond, they can’t be sparked. That we’re too different. Humans are pretty much space orcs to them and we never work the way they expect us to. And since mechs that do accidentally or intentionally spark their human probably aren’t going to admit to it until they’re found out (when they have to have a protoform for the spark), they’re not warning others that it is possible.

• The human has the final say in whether they’re sparked or not. But since most of the time, their partners aren’t explaining spark bonds well or at all, the human doesn’t realize that coaxing is a request to spark them that they can ignore even though some humans will ignore it because of how intense a sensation it is. If the human does accept, they’re more likely to just go with the sensation and ride it out, accepting the spark without knowing what they’re doing. If they get overwhelmed and resist, the mech ends up with it instead.

• They’ll still end up playing sparkling hot potato with the mech being able to pass the spark to the human during their next spark bonding, probably the first chance they get because they don’t want to be caught sparked, but eventually being forced to take it back to fully develop before it can be transferred to a protoform.

• Don’t take any of this seriously, this is just my BS Headcanons for the way my nonsense works. Cause I’ll opt for “oh, that’s funny/kinda messed up” every time when I’m world building

[revelboo]

Hi hello, every single greeting. from now on, assume everything I send is a request for Steve. hello, it's a request for Steve, how are you doing, a request for Steve, I am going to sacrifice a Lamb, I really really want Steve…

That’s not terrifying at all 🤣 here’s your boy

Scenario-need

Steve x Reader

• “No,” breathing the word as your heart breaks, you run barefoot across the lawn to meet the damaged vehicon. And his visor flickers fitfully, head turning to watch you as he makes a pained sound and mass shifts. Arms opening for you but you stumble, stopping just shy of flinging yourself into his arms even though you want to. “You’re hurt.” Not nearly as bad as the last time, but it still kills you to see him in pain.

• Always worrying over him and his spark warms at that, reaching to pull you into his frame. Wrapping himself around you. “Not that bad,” he manages, pressing his masked face against your neck. And those soft hands run gently over him, cataloging damage. Knows he should have gone to the Nemesis, let the medic take care of him, but he’d wanted you. Needed to reassure himself after the last fight. “I’m already healing. See?”

• His arms pull you closer, flush against him where he’s kneeling and you wrap your arms around his neck. “I still hate it,” you whisper, heart hurting for him, for everything he’s told you in that matter of fact tone. All the casual cruelty invited on him and the other Vehicons because of what they are, that it’s so normal he doesn’t realize he doesn’t deserve that pain or abuse.

• “I know,” he says, venting to pull the scent of you into himself. You’re so gentle, care far too much and that’s precious to him and his brothers. It’s why they watch over you, jealously guard you. Because you’d seen him, a vehicon in pain, and cared. Tried to help. That little gesture means everything to him. “I needed to see you.”

• Head brushing your forehead, you lay a hand on the side of his masked face. “Go get fixed up, okay? Take care of yourself.” Because you’ll be fine while he’s gone, but he’s bleeding energon he needs. “Then come home to me.” And for a moment you think he’ll refuse, but he cups the back of your head, holding you close so you can hear the thrum of his internal systems before reluctantly letting go. Standing and mass shifting before falling into vehicle mode. He’s gone out of his way to come check on you even though he was hurt and you realize how lost you are. How much he means to you.

[revelboo]

I am LOVING this 'get him pregnant' propaganda. Love the idea of having kids with bots, terrified of getting pregnant irl, it's the best of both worlds!

That said, any way we can get Minimus in on this?Mostly bc I'm imagining it going something like this

can't stop thinking about teasing him that he's having a litter, even if it's not true lol

🤣 poor Minnie 🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Ahhh a coworker just gave me a bag of Easter candy. Yes, let’s give the person that’s already bored and always hyper candy.

Uno Reverse- sparked

Minimus Ambus x Reader

• “Miiiin,” you whine, a leg kicking out as he pins you more firmly, that nickname of yours for him at least better than Minnie. Even if you still call him that just to annoy him. And you’re whimpering, begging as he moves against you. “Please, Min.” Unable to be still unless he pins you and a part of him enjoys being bigger than someone, even as you try to aggravate him . Apparently liking it when he’s dominant as embarrassing as it is. Asking to be pinned and then whining the entire time.

• Barely resisting the urge to make a doggie style comment just to see if you can provoke the serious bot into losing control, you tremble. So close. And he’s going to town on you. Feel his spike stroking urgently inside you, stretching you as he keeps you pinned on your front, legs hanging over the edge of the surface he’s got you on. Lips brushing behind your ear, he growls softly, groaning.

• And you cry out, shattering for him. Fisting his spike as his servos grip the edge of the counter he has you on, hips pumping, trying to draw it out. Feels that drive to bond you lifting through him. Giving into that familiar fantasy of sparking you. Having a family, because as much as you frustrate and tease him, he loves you.

• Resting your cheek on an arm as you try to catch your breath, heart racing, you feel him shuddering against you as the base of his spike swells to lock him inside you. It’d been a shock the first time it had happened and he’d been absolutely mortified about it. And you’d been unable to resist teasing him about after seeing his alt mode and everything clicked.

• Hips rocking against you the tiny amount he can move, he hears you whine a protest and it’s harder every time. To be tied intimately together, aching to spark you. Doubts it’s even possible. Just because this works, doesn’t mean that would. You’re both too alien and he’s bonded you so many times without it working. What’s one more try? Shifting his plating, his spark arcs and finds you.

• Jerking under him when his spark pulls you under, you go with it. Relaxing into that warmth and safety. The feeling of home that’s just him. And there’s that funny coaxing sensation you always ignore even as it feels so good. Breath hitching as he groans and fills you again to make you squirm, you give in to that pull and everything intensifies. You’re coming apart again as he makes a low, animal sound in your ear. That pull becoming stronger as it feels like you’re losing something and you flounder, pushing away. Hear him softly growl a word you’ve never heard before but that you’re almost positive is a curse. “Did you just give me a sparkling?” And that word you know. Pretty sure you do anyway, since you’ve heard him tell Rodimus to stop acting like a sparkling.

• Shuddering against you, his spike is still too swollen to pull out and you’re snickering under him, body trembling. At least one of you finding the fact that you’d sparked him amusing, because he’s about to panic. “Are we having puppies, Min? Like a litter?” You gasp, head turning to look up at him and he groans, pressing his face against your shoulder. “Minnie? We are having puppies?!”

[revelboo]

Hello! Can I request a Predaking that becomes affectionate when he wants to mate, giving in to his instincts?

Sure!

Scenario-affection

Predaking x Reader

• Even mass displaced, he’s intimidating in his alt mode, a limousine sized, pointy alien dragon who’s currently digging in your nest of blankets and bedding. Head lowering, mandibles spreading to grab a pillow in his jaws and move it. Then nudging the blankets with his muzzle. Have no idea what he’s doing, but it’s adorable. And he keeps pausing to look at you, wings flexing.

• Fussing with your nest as his wings flare slightly out realizing you’re watching him, displaying himself. Rumbling softly as his wings open and stretch for you, showing off the biolights running over his body as they pulse for you in invitation. And then stalking your way when you don’t look away from his optics, crouching to gently brush against you, bumping you with his head, nudging you toward your nest as his spike aches to be freed.

• Going along with whatever this is to keep him from trying to pick you up in those jaws and move you himself since you know he will without hesitation, you squeak when his tail catches you behind your knees and you fall into the nest. And he’s transforming, invading your space to force you back, making that rumbling noise the whole time. What’s he doing? Playing with you like he had that first day? If so, trying to get away is just going to end up with him gently pinning you. “Are we playing?”

• Playing? Rumbling dipping to a low growl, he rubs his cheek, his jaw against you, falling onto his side and dragging you against him. Venting deeply to pull your scent into himself. Needing to feel your heart beating against him, the warmth of you as his clawed servos gently tunnel into your hair. “You’re not a game to be won.” Or a conquest to be made. You’re his. But he’s patient even as it’s killing him. Every night recharging curled around you, aware of you sharing his berth. Mouth opening against your throat, feeling your quick pulse against his glossa, you make a soft sound. Those soft hands land on him, but don’t push him away. “Will you tell me no? That you don’t want this?”

• Want what? But you know even as your heart goes racing. Know exactly what this is, because you’ve been dancing around each other for how long now, feeling and fighting that attraction because he’s as alien to you as you are to him. Because it frightens you. Those big hands trace over you so gently as his mouth slides against your skin in soft kisses. Feel your body heat when he tugs you more firmly against him, your legs sliding against his own. Waiting for your answer and letting the choice be yours.

[revelboo]

Can we see Jazz sparked please??? This is the funniest little series that's making my shitty day so much better

Sure! Most of them are just making the assumption that since the human is so small and helpless compared to them, that they’d have to be the carrier and forgetting that aliens, especially humans, are just weird. 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-sparked

Jazz x Reader

• Thighs draped over his, your toes curl, unable to move the way you want. Trembling as his hands slide over you, his touch almost reverent. “Jazz,” you groan in protest, hips up and chin tucked to be able to see him. But he’s focused on where your bodies meet, visor dim. “Was thinking,” you manage, trying to focus as his hips lazily roll. “About what you said? About wanting sparklings?”

• Head lifting from where he’d been watching his spike sinking into you and sliding almost out, slick with you, his servos flex on your hips. Because you’d better not be teasing. Wants to spark you so bad, even after going over every reason he shouldn’t. That it’s too risky right now because there’s no telling when the war might erupt in full swing again. But he’s so scared of waiting and losing that chance forever. That he’ll keep making excuses out of fear that he can’t do this. Can’t be a sire. “And what did you decide, kitten?” He asks, voice rough.

• It’s frightening, so many unknowns and neither of you really sure this can even work between you. But you want it even as it scares you. “I want to.” Want a family with this sweet, damaged bot. And he’s just staring down at you before he’s shifting over you and his spike pushes deep in a hard drive of his hips that makes you gasp, legs hooking around his waist, he settles against you. You can see a hint of his optics through his visor as he searches your eyes, trying to make sure you mean it. “I do.”

• Mouth covering yours, he begins moving against you, spike stroking deep. “Gonna make me a sire tonight, kitten?” He growls, hips pumping, feeling your slick heat wrapped around him, your heart racing as you moan. Going to be his little carrier and let him spark you? Little nails digging into his seams as you gasp his name, urging him on. And he shifts his plating to snare you in his spark, your familiar warmth and light tangling in him until he can’t tell where you end and he begins. And that question hangs between you and you agree without hesitation even though he can sense you’re scared. And he shudders against you, bucking deep as he fills you and tips you over that edge with him.

• Feel that coaxing, like when he’d boned you the first time, a sense of a question you don’t quite understand as his warmth curls around you, feeling like home. Safety. And you relax into that pull even as that uncertainty crouches at the edge of your mind.

• Groaning as a bit of his spark pulls, tangles in a bit of you, becoming something new. Your emotions and warmth crash over him. Trying to soothe the worry he can feel even as it begins to escalate. Afraid because you’re not entirely sure you’re ready for this and it’s a misstep he feels. And another when you don’t respond to his instinctive coaxing. Pushing back instead. Shuddering, he accepts it and the connection falters as he pushes up over you with a groan, righting his plating and feeling that little spark tangled in him not you. “Kitten?” Smiling at your expression, he gently bumps you with his head. “I thought you were going to be my carrier?”

[revelboo]

Hiiii!!! It's officially my 19th birthday and I am on my knees to head Optimus Prime or Bumblebee singing happy birthday!! 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

Happy birthday! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Scenario- head

Optimus Prime x Reader

• “Aren’t you supposed to be the one getting a present?” He asks and you feel him shiver under your palms when they slide up the inside of his thighs where you’re kneeling, those serious optics focused on only you as his fans kick on. Is he actually embarrassed? Leaning forward to press a kiss against his plating, you rest your chin on him, looking up at him from between his thighs. Waiting.

• “This is my present,” you say, those eyes absolutely wicked as your fingers dip into his seams, trying to figure out how to release his spike. Venting, he sees your grin as you lean back to let him free his spike and you go up onto your knees. “You’re supposed to sing for me,” you add, soft fingers sliding against the underside of his spike. Teasing him. Servos gripping the edge of the human sized berth he’s seated on, he knows he’s going to end up denting the metal. Again. Maybe breaking it completely.

• Almost laughing when he plays along, singing happy birthday to you, his deep voice stutters when you press a kiss against the head of his spike, tasting him. And he’s trying to keep singing for you, voice strained like he’s in physical pain when you take the head into your mouth, tongue sliding over him as your hands grip him, stroking.

• Groaning as singing for you becomes impossible, he’s just struggling to not thrust up into the wet heat and suction of your mouth. Watching your head bob slowly, taking more of him with every pass. Wants to touch you, run his servos through your hair, but he’s scared he’ll completely lose control if he does. Hips jerking slightly when your fingers run lower, teasing that plating. Asking. You’re trying to offline him.

• Can hear him venting raggedly, his rumbling dipping into almost growls as he releases that last panel. And he shudders when you touch him there, pressing two fingers inside him, stroking as your mouth teases his spike. Listening to those sounds he makes just for you. Hips twitching and you have to pull away when he shudders with his overload, because of how much there is, feeling it spatter against your chin and torso as he slumps back on the berth, growling. Swiping a thumb against yourself to gather his slick when he lifts his head to look at you, you pop it into your mouth and he makes a noise that’s somewhere between a whine and a growl.

[revelboo]

Oh no. I think… I think I want to make Shockwave pregnant now.

🤣 there’s so many of these. 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse- Sparked

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• Gasping as he shudders at your back and you’re aware of his cannon hooked under your hips, of drowning in him as his spark pulls you under. And it gets worse every time instead of better, more of those broken, jagged edges biting into you. Fragments of memories he’s not even sure are his that break your heart. Make you dread every time you bond with him as more of them sink into you. Hurt you with glimpses of who he’d once been and what had happened.

• Hips pumping shallowly as he fills you, that urge to spark you becomes consuming. Becomes everything and he reaches for you, wraps himself more around you, your emotions sparking through him, so confusing. Things he can’t remember and doesn’t quite understand anymore even as he recognizes them. You’re grieving for him? He’s right here. Doesn’t know how to soothe you, so he coaxes instead and growls when you give in.

• Aware of your physical body, that he’s moving again, hips snapping urgently against you even though he just overloaded inside you as that coaxing becomes a pull. Tangled in his spark, there’s a sense that he’s taking something, that you’re losing something and it’s too much with those broken memories cutting you. Gasping, you start writhing, reaching back to push at him with a ragged “stop.” Because several of those lost memories just slotted together and you’re bawling brokenly at how he was betrayed. Understanding him a bit better.

• Shuddering, antenna back, your distress breaks through the drive to spark you. And something shifts. Something unexpected. Severing the connection, he eases up onto his knees behind you and you sprawl on your belly without his cannon supporting you, his spike sliding free and your thighs slicked with his excess. “Fascinating,” he growls, servos hovering over his exposed spark. Feeling that new spark tangled in his own. You’d sparked him? So many new possibilities.

• Trembling as you wipe at your eyes, he grips your hips and gently flips you onto your back. Looming over you, spike still erect and slick with you. “Sorry,” you manage, the words catching in your throat, hurting for him. Knowing that he doesn’t remember these things, not really. So they become yours, you keep the truth of his past for him even though it hurts. ‘Proposition. I wish to find out if it’s possible to spark you while I’m also sparked,’ he growls and you frown. What’s he talking about? Sparked?

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Ahem, meepers here. According to my sources of a quick google search and reading tumblrs gudie and shit...

"There isn't a specific limit to the number of asks you can receive on Tumblr, but there are limitations on how many asks can be sent and what can be included in an ask. Users can send a maximum of 10 asks per hour, and only 5 of those can be anonymous. Additionally, there are restrictions on the content of asks, such as length, character types, and links.

Here's a more detailed breakdown:

Ask Limits: Tumblr has limitations on how many asks can be sent, not received.

Content Restrictions: Asks cannot be longer than 500 characters and cannot contain links, paragraph breaks, special characters, emoticons, or ellipses, or spaces between sentences.

Queue Limits: Tumblr allows users to queue up to 1000 posts at a time."

So there is no limit to how many asks we can send you. Since you keep generously feeding us horny cats for more transformers content, you'll receive our love for ya content. I believe you're the first user I've seen to have so many asks and followers other than tumblr themselves.

Now, with that being said, please feed us of more transformers' fics. It's what's keeping me sane at work and on my days off from working on vehicles 😭

🤣 oh no, that’s hilarious and absolutely terrifying. I kinda figured there had to be some kind of limit and I’d figure it out when my oblivious aft finally noticed I wasn’t getting spammed daily. I have to turn off Tumblr’s notifications during the day because y’all kill my watch battery if I don’t

Well, I’m not going to bother purging them again if it’s not going to stop receiving him. It’s morbid curiosity now at this point, because there’s no staying caught up. That ship not only sailed, but caught on fire and sank. Pretty sure I didn’t make it a week last time I emptied it before it had backed up over 50 or so again xD

Y’all are awesome. Terrifying, but awesome 🤣 I’ll do more of the uno reverse scenarios tomorrow since my boss is out of office and there’s not much I can actually do on Fed holidays at my job except answer the phones

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It would be fucking hilarious for tfp Megs to get Uno Reversed.

*wheezing* 🤣

🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Broken Arrow Pt 19

TFP Megatron x Reader

• Feel the noise rumble through you when he growls, the ferocious sound spinning you tight as it mingles with the jingling of that stupid, glittery harness. And he’s bigger than you, much stronger, but right now? You’re in control, he’s yours not the other way around and the way he’s looking at you? It’s a powerful feeling. You’re winding up, body coiling as your breath hitches.

• Snarling as you move urgently on him, riding his spike, that hungry ache is becoming maddening. Feels that partial bond more than ever and hates it. Wants everything, wants you to surrender to him. To belong completely to him. And those defiant eyes look down at him, stringing him tight. Servos tunneling into your hair fisting the soft stands as your movements falter. As you grip his spike with a gasping moan, milking him. Leaning up, his mouth crashes against yours.

• Hands braced against him as those jagged denta of his nick you lip and you taste blood to make you gasp. Feel him jerk against you as his spike pulses, slicking you with his release. And you’re not surprised when he shifts his plating. Snares you in his spark, demanding you give in, give him everything. Dragged under by him, feeling him wrap around you as he pours into you. Little fragments of his ancient, hard life sinking into you. The gladiator pits of Kaon, a young mech fighting just to survive. Being looked down on. Seen as a thing, not a person. Used. That demand shifting, becoming a tired, almost desperate coaxing from him. And you’re so tired of fighting him, of keeping your guard up.

• Shuddering against you, filling you again when you finally give in. Letting him have everything you’ve denied him and he wraps himself more firmly around your light, refusing to let go. Wanting even more. All the things he’s been denied, that weren’t meant for him. Reaching hungrily. Not a question but a demand as he refuses to let you slip away again and you submit. That pull between you shifts. Becoming something new and completely unexpected. Shocking him.

• Jerking away when it becomes too much, like you’re drowning in him, and his servos tighten on you. Become almost bruising as you push at him, struggling against the lulling warmth of the bond whispering everything is okay. Wondering if you just made a mistake in giving in. Because that was your only leverage. The only thing he wanted from you because you wouldn’t give it to him. And he finally rights his plating, saving you from the temptation to reach for that connection again. Letting you think and he’s just staring at you.

• Growling as he fists the front of your harness, you immediately smack him, eyes narrowing. Do you know what you just did? Torn between fury and the urge to laugh, because in giving in and fully bonding him, you’d somehow sparked him. Made him your carrier. And you yelp when he falls back against the berth dragging you with him.

• What’s his deal? Pushing up to straddle him, you feel his spike still pulsing inside you as he drapes an arm over his face, still making that pissed off rumbling noise. “Happy now?” You mutter, fear beginning to creep in. That was your only bargaining chip you had against him. And those red optics narrow when he lifts his arm slightly to glare at you. Definitely not happy. Have no idea what happens now that he has what he wanted. If you’re expendable now that he’s won.

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revel, i Need to knock/wife up bluestreak. give me an(other) excuse to dote on him gshdHJDGSKMGDS GODDD PROWL AND SKYWARP HAVE ME CACKLING

I’m dying at that sheer amount of these asks you guys are sending in 🤣 Bluestreak would probably be okay with it, just really surprised and confused. Bonus if it’s his first time period

🔞 mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-Sparked

Bluestreak x Reader

• “Are you sure? I mean, I’d understand if you don’t want to. It’s okay. Really. I don’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or-,” he says, aware that he’s babbling even as you cup his face in your hands and silence him with a kiss. Door wings flicking as you tug at him, laying back and pulling him down with you. And his servos tremble, ghosting over you, not sure where he can touch, what’s allowed.

• Grabbing his wrist, you guide his hand to your hip, feel his servos tracing so lightly over you in barely there touches. And you wonder if he’s ever done this before, doubting it as his optics slide down your body and his fans kick in, venting loudly. “You’re doing great,” you whisper and his helm, his chevron brushes against your head. Your own nerves and butterflies gone in the face of his uncertainty, because you do want this. Want to bond with him. Claim this sweet bot as yours. “Show me.”

• So afraid he’s going to mess this up somehow, he feels your warm hand slide down his chassis, fingertips brushing his plating and his hips rock into your touch. Staring into those eyes he loves as he free his spike and you touch him, stroking as he shudders over you. Mouth brushing your jaw, your neck, anywhere he can reach as you slide a thumb over the head of his spike and his hips buck.

• Smiling as he groans, the sound tapering off to a whine, he bucks against your hand, shifting over you. And he’s babbling again, but in his own language. Apparently unable to focus enough to remember you can’t understand him, but you guide him to you, hear him whine, mouth brushing yours, kissing you hungrily. Arching at the slight burn when he stretches you, you hold onto him, fingers brushing his door wings and he gets even louder. Moving against you in frantic, hard drives of his hips before finding a rhythm.

• Feel so good wrapped around his spike, just like he knew you would. Groaning, his hips pump, needing to claim you, bond you as his. Moving against you, and he’s too on edge, too wound up with those sounds you’re making and the wet heat of your body taking his spike. Until he’s shuddering against you, overloading so hard he’s shaking and he growls against your skin, spike pulsing inside you as he shifts his plating. Need you, to feel all of you.

• Arching on a cry as his spark snares you, he’s everywhere, engulfing you in his warmth and light. His memories and thoughts a wave crashing over you as he clings desperately to you. Feel the question there, almost a coaxing, uncertain pull and you open up to him. Accepting all of him as yours, trembling as you realize he’s seeing all of you, too, good and bad. That you can’t hide anything from him and he accepts it all. And there’s another question you don’t understand there but don’t fight, a coaxing and then a pull that leaves you breathless and shaking. A feeling that you just lost something you had no idea you could lose, a piece of you gone and it’s right there, different now as he asks again without words, but you break away, frightened.

• Shuddering as you retreat, his head lifts and he breaks the connection, righting his plating. Instantly missing the warmth of you tangled in him, the way you feel even more like home now. Door wings quivering he reaches up to press his servos against his chassis. Feeling that delicate new spark you’d created with him. That you’d given him to safe keep. “You sparked me?” And you just blink up at him, confused. Feels that same confusion, hadn’t realized he could spark you, hadn’t known not to. Curling his arms around you, he hugs you to him, feeling your heart beating against him, your warmth. ‘I did what now?’ You ask.

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In honor of trying to break your inbox could we also get Rodimus knocked up (⁠人⁠ ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠)

Pfft why not 🤣 I think I’ve gotten asks for Bluestreak and Jazz, too 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Uno Reverse-Sparked

Rodimus x Reader

• Laughing as he play bites your hip, servos curled around your thigh to keep your leg hiked up over his shoulder before his head ducks and you arch. Head falling back as your breathing roughens, aware of the sounds you’re making under his glossa and you whimper when he just stops. “I was thinking,” he murmurs, venting against you to make you squirm and glare. Now?!

• Smiling roguishly when your head lifts to stare at him, he presses a kiss against the inside of your thigh. “I want sparklings. With you.” And your brows furrow. Servos flexing on your thigh, he tries to remember the human word. What is it you say? That he’s so- “Childish?” And your expression blanks.

• “Kids?” You breathe, staring at him. Is that even possible? “You want kids?” And he rests his cheek against your thigh, expression so serious and hopeful it hurts. What would a hybrid kid between you look like if it was possible? Ugly as homemade sin? But staring at him sprawled between your thighs, you swallow. “Okay.”

• Letting your thigh drop, he drags you under him and tries to kiss you and you splay a hand over his mouth, making a noise of disgust. Not letting him kiss you with the taste of you on his lips and he doesn’t care at all. Hooking an arm around you flipping you onto your belly, growling as you lift your hips for him and he’s sheathing himself in your slick heat, hips pumping frantically. You’re going to let him spark you, be his little carrier. Impatient, he shifts the plating protecting his spark, rutting against you as his spark tangles in you.

• Gasping as you get pulled under, his light and warmth surrounding you, coaxing urgently as his spike drives deep again and again. Realizing you just figured out one of his turn ons as he starts mumbling in a broken mix of your language and his about sparking you. And you give into that pull, coming apart as something not quite loss echoes through you, hear him groaning in your ear as he shudders, thrusts faltering, filling you and that coaxing shifts, becoming a question. Overwhelming you.

• Feels you squirming under him, gasping as he begins moving against you again, spike stroking deep and he can feel that little spark, his sparkling, coaxing for you to take it. And you don’t. Startled as you pull away, your light arrowing away, overwhelmed and uncertain and the connection breaks. Groaning against your shoulder as he fills you again, he lifts up slightly as you tremble, head turning to look up at him. “That was weird,” you mumble.

• And he’s just gaping at you, shuddering. “Did you just spark me?” He asks and your expression blanks. What now? Is he asking if you just knocked him up? Snorting, you start laughing and he’s just staring at you in dawning horror. Why are aliens so weird? Gives a new meaning to baby daddy, though.

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I got a new blokee for my birthday and he was a massive pain in the ass to build because he's got about 200 pieces and ✨none of them were attached to the levels✨

Also his butt flap lifts for some reason 👀✌️

Oh, yeah the bigger ones are complicated, but look so good! I still have to assemble Soundwave, Shockwave is lonely

Everything Is Alright Pt 153

Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Servos flexing around you when your emotions spill into him, inundating him with your fear and pain until he’s shuddering and Megatron glances at him from where he’d been reaching to pick up the protoform base. And it’s size compared to you registers and he understands your misery. “I’m not going to be able to hold my own kids, am I?” You whisper and he brushes a servo against your cheek. Right as Shockwave chimes in with an unhelpful ‘It’s highly unlikely.’

• Lifting the protoform, Megatron toys with its tiny servos and stiffens at your question and Shockwave’s answer. Sees Starscream’s wings flare out, trembling in outrage as your expression crumples. Most likely about to start leaking again. Hurting and it bothers him. Gritting his denta, he cradles the protoform to his chassis, aware of that little spark nestled inside him, a spot of warmth and pureness that he almost feels obscene for having. That wasn’t meant for him, but means so much now. “I was thinking of naming my little sparkling Megatronus,” he says and it works. Your head coming up, distracted from your pain by annoyance at him.

• “Your sparkling?” Starscream hisses, choking on the words in his outrage and Soundwave rubs a servo between your shoulder blades as you wipe at your eyes. Names. None of you have even talked about that. About any of it really, but that’s at least a human thing, a normal thing in all of this abnormal, alien weirdness. And you need normal.

• “I thought maybe we could use a star name? Or a constellation?” You ask, voice uncertain and small, like you’re so sure your opinion won’t be taken into account and Starscream hates that they’ve made you feel that way. All the mistakes they’ve all made. That he’s made. “It’s going to be a Seeker, right?” And he’s reaching for you, hearing Soundwave’s disgruntled rumble even as he willingly hands you over and you’re so small and warm in his hands as he presses you against the mesh of his neck, ignoring the other two.

• Servos flexing, missing having you in his hands even as he watches you press your face into Starscream’s neck, knowing you both need this. And he reaches out to push Shockwave’s hand away when the scientist’s arm lifts with a scanner to try and scan you while you’re in reach. Your worry now his worry, because you’ll have two sparklings much bigger, much stronger than you are. That you’ll need to be protected from even as he knows it’s going to break you emotionally. Because it’s breaking him now.

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