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Optimus doodle🚚❓

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went stocking shopping at a local toystore, they had Blokees. will report back on who I got, but I'm hoping for Screamer or a constructicon. You did this to me. You've infected the transformers fandom with Blokee Fever

But they’re small and cute. Give in to the inner dragon, accrue a hoard. Succumb.

True Romance Pt 11

Seeker Trine x Reader

• Shadow falling across you to block out the warmth of the sun, you open your eyes to find Starscream looming over you. Honestly you’d expected Skywarp to have gotten bored first. “Hi?” Venting softly, he stretches out an arm, face so close to yours. It’s the look on his face that snags you, though. Have you ever actually seen him relaxed before now? Or almost smiling like he is now? That soft expression spreading warm through you, because it’s real. It’s not that flat, calculating look he usually wears.

• Venting with a soft laugh that stirs your hair, he drapes a servo across you, warming when you lay your palm on him in return. No one’s fighting. Everyone together and relaxed. How long’s it been? Long enough he can’t actually remember. Because of you, he’s more at ease than he’s been in forever. Wings fidgeting slightly, he’s aware of Skywarp and Thundercracker both watching the interaction. Because they look to his lead, look to him for approval still. But they’re also looking to you, aren’t they? “In the future, when you need something, you’ll ask me,” he murmurs. “You’re allowed to be unhappy.” Because you’re always smiling for them, like everything is fine. No matter what. You could have asked to go outside, but you didn’t. Did you think he’d refuse you?

• Blinking up at him, your chest almost hurts with those words. Giving you permission to want things, to not be okay. To not pretend. That servo draped across you taps against your chest as his optics narrow. “Okay,” you manage, suddenly feeling like crying. Hating that he can see right through your smiles. Trying so hard to be happy, to keep them happy because you’d thought it was what they wanted. That you had to.

• Listening in on the soft conversation, Thundercracker’s wings droop slightly. You’re always smiling, always happy to watch movies with him, spend time with him. But are you really? Head turning, he catches Skywarp’s optics. Sees the uncertainty there. Making him feel guilty, because had he really cared if you were happy? Ever asked? No, he’d been so glad to have someone to talk to that when you smiled, that’s all he’d seen. All he’d cared about.

• Shifting uncomfortably, Skywarp mass shifts. Ignoring as Thundercracker’s wings flick, he walks over to you and Star. Knows he annoys you sometimes, picks at you because he’s bored and you’re an easy target. Because it’s fun. Do you resent him for that? Sees his brother give him a surprised frown before he drops to the grass beside you, face against your throat and an arm across you. Hears your soft, startled noise and feels you stiffen at the contact. “You idiot,” Starscream says, raspy voice more affectionate than annoyed. Glancing back when Thundercracker joins him, mass shifting and lying on his back, head against your legs and body pinning his.

• Venting softly, Starscream gives in and joins them, mass shifting as you watch with wide eyes. Wings fidgeting, he’s lays against your other side, head against your middle. Listening to the rapid tattoo of your heart. Feels your soft hand rest against his helm. Accepting them all even if he’s not sure that you’ll actually tell him when you’re not happy. When you need something. Not sure if you understand that you’re not a pet. That you haven’t been for a while now.

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ngl i love the contrast between skywarp and thundercracker; with thunders being Glacial levels of slow and taking his time to Woo You Properly (and signals unintentially come across as mixed by/to both parties as a result of it) while skywarp is already whipping his dick out and gonna level with you? its working for me. ALSO HIM WITH THE FUCKIGN CLOTHES IN ALL THEIR COLORS AND HIM BEING ALL DEFENSIVE ABOUT BEING SWEET NSHIT TOO? GOD. there was so little crumbs for him before you started writing for him (and thunders too!! love him dearly) and tldr thank you for the food, im gonna suck the spark out of skywarp through his spike for being the perfect blend of weird and sweet

I died a bit at that last part 🤣

True Romance Pt 10

Seeker Trine x Reader

• Shivering as you press a little hand against the inside of his canopy and he pops it open to lift you out, warmth spreads through Thundercracker when you look around. Realizing you’re outside, little face tipping up toward the sun. Aware of Star and Sky watching you, Star trying not to be obvious, but Sky blatantly staring. Watching your eyes close as you seem to soak in the sun before he lowers you to the grass. Hopes you won’t run and ruin this. Relaxing some when you just sit, then fall back to lay there in the sun. “We just thought, you’re always cold,” he says sheepishly, spreading his hands.

• “Thank you.” How long’s it been since you’ve seen the sun? Trapped in their habsuite with your only real sense of time their schedule, you missed this. And it occurs to you that you could escape. The tree line isn’t far. You could get in the woods and hide. Go home. If you run and they catch you, though? You’re not sure Starscream’s pride could handle it. He’s just starting to open up to you. All that fragile trust just gone in an instant. But the thought’s still there, tempting you.

• Tensing as you look toward the trees, Starscream waits for you to bolt. For Skywarp and Thundercracker to give chase. But you don’t even try, just closing your eyes and something settles in him. Lowering himself to the grass, he has to admit that this world is pretty in its own way. Chaotic and wild. Alive. “We’ll try to take you out more often,” he murmurs and your head tips his way. Smiling up at him. It’s such a little thing, nothing really, but it makes you happy and it warms his spark as he huffs and looks away. Because it shouldn’t matter to him if you’re happy or not. You’re a pet. Nothing more.

• Joining you and Star in the grass, Skywarp lays with his head near you, staring up at the blue sky scudded with clouds. The impulse is there to mess with you. Tempting him to poke at you until you slap at his servos, but when he looks your way you’re still smiling, eyes closed and he doesn’t want to shatter this peace and it’s so strange that he cares. Because he always does exactly what he wants regardless of the consequences, of who it inconveniences or angers. But you’re happy right now and he can’t bring himself to disturb that.

• Lowering himself to the grass with his trine, Thundercracker slowly relaxes. Enjoying this moment of peace. No one arguing. Just together. Knows they’ve been drifting apart slowly for some time, Star always busy, Sky resentful about it, and he’s just left lonely as they squabble. But Star’s making an effort again, making time for them since they took you. He’d never admit it, but he suspects Star cares more than he lets on. That he’d felt that separation and resented it, too. For that, for bringing them back together, giving them something to care about, he’s never going to be able to repay you. Can’t even begin to explain how much you mean to him for just being you, being there for them even if it’s not what you wanted.

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Had to put down my shoes to get a pic- someone replied 😊

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Anytime TFP Megs bites his human, I'm half-tempted to scold him like he's a toddler/nasty dog that's trying to bite something he shouldn't be.

Like: "Get that out of your mouth, you don't know where it's been!"

But then I realize that he'd know exactly where they'd been, because he's held them captive for a long time now. And he doesn't plan on letting them go. Ever.

He’s a tiny bit feral. 18+ mass displaced mech 🌶️

Broken Arrow Pt 14

TFP Megatron x Reader

• “Come here, pet.” He growls, deep voice stroking over you like a physical caress to make you shiver as your skin prickles. It’s the length of chain in his hands though that has you balking. He’d bitten through your old leash and replaced it with, what? A golden one that’s a lot more complicated looking, forming loops with shiny red stones set into it at intervals. Wrapped in a blanket, you remind yourself that you’re being good. That to keep him in line, he needs to stay happy. Or at least preoccupied with you. Otherwise he’ll go right back to his awful ways.

• Expression sullen as you stop in front of him and allow him to tug the blanket from you, he smiles. Towering over you even mass displaced, but you’re not afraid. For a moment his servos curl around the new leash, threatening to crush the delicate links. Looping it about you, hooking it in places, he lets his knuckles and servos surf over your warm skin. “It’s a harness,” you mutter, trying to tug at a loop about your neck and he laughs softly. “A blingy BDSM harness. Why are you like this?” BDSM? He’ll need to look into that later, taking his time to secure the chains around your body to gild you. Knuckles brushing against you and finding you slick when he loops the chain around one thigh then the other.

• “You don’t like my gift?” He growls, deliberately sliding a servo against you, petting. “Because I think you do.” Shivering as you unconsciously rock into his touch, your fingers curl into a fist. Wanting to smack him as your body heats. Know it’s whatever he’s done to you when he forced you into contact with his spark. He kindled this awful need in you and now it’s always there whether you want it or not. “Maybe you should thank me on your knees.”

• Eyes narrowing at the suggestion, your face reddens. Embarrassment or arousal? “You first,” you counter, chin lifting defiantly as he laughs in surprise. Bargaining with him, then? Or do you just want him on his knees, worshipping with his mouth. Do you think him tame, then? Attaching the leash to the chain looped loosely around your neck, he studies the way you glitter and tugs lightly just to watch those eyes narrow, spike stirring at your annoyance. Letting his palms slide over your hips, he bares his denta. And goes to his knees, dragging you to him and pressing his mouth against your hip. Feels you stiffen, before you’re laughing shakily. “I like how you look on your knees,” you tease, failing to hide your surprise that he’s indulging you. Hissing softly when he carefully bites down on the curve of your hip, your inner thigh. Leaving marks on you, reminders that even if he’s on his knees before you, that you belong to him. Feels those soft hands on his helm as he nudges your thighs apart and presses his mouth against you.

• Breath hitching, your eyes close as his lips and glossa slide against you, tasting and exploring in unhurried strokes. Aware of the needy sound you’re making, that you’re tilting your hips to give him more access. That mouth sinful and shockingly gentle when you feel his denta graze you, but not biting. Know that you’ll be on your knees next. His servos tighten on your hips, making those stupid, lovely chains dig into you as your thighs begin to tremble. Because right now, you’re in control. Fingers gripping his helm as his glossa strokes deep. “You’re mine.” You gasp, voice soft and provocative. A challenge as those red optics flick to look up at you, his mouth against you and you shatter against his glossa.

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All of us gremlins when we get part 2 038 of one of your fics XD Stop what you're doing, stretch, eat something and hydrate!!!! >:)

I’m hoping none of them go that lengthy 🤣 if I can figure out the scheduled posts thing, I’ll do that tomorrow. If not, I’ll be on the road for 7 1/2 hours and won’t post until later. I’ve reached the upper limit of the stress I can handle and I’m going to hide from it for a few days instead of dealing with it.

Over It Now Pt 16

IDW Jazz x Reader

• Primus, he’s selfish. Watching you huddle deeper into your warm coat, a blue and white bundle of cloth in your hands and shivering so hard you’re trembling, sends a bitter ache through him. Because you want to spend time with him despite how cold it is now, your breath fogging the air as he reaches for you. Unable to send you away. Hands lifting you to settle on his thigh, you curl your legs under you, distracting him to no end with things he shouldn’t want. Can’t have. Then you’re going up on your knees, unfolding that bundle of cloth and gesturing imperiously for him to bend down. Obeying and venting as you drape the thing around his neck. “It’s a scarf,” you say, sounding absurdly pleased with yourself as he reaches to touch the soft material. “I made it.”

• “Doll, I don’t get cold like you do,” he says and you feel your expression waver. You knew that, but he looks cold sitting out here waiting patiently for you. Wanting to do something for him and not knowing what. Shoulders slumping as you sit back down on his thigh, your face heats. Yeah, it was a dumb idea. And he mass shifts under you, an arm hooking around you when you almost fall sideways. “I never said I didn’t like the gift.” Growling, he presses his face against the side of your neck, lips brushing you as he speaks and tingling through you in awareness. Suddenly you can’t get enough air as he rests his other palm on your thigh near your knee.

• Those expressive eyes of yours give you away, that hurt you’d tried to hide when you thought he didn’t appreciate your gift. Like you don’t have a clue how much the little gesture means to him. How much you mean. But he’s never bothered to tell you, has he? Too scared of losing the one person who doesn’t need him to smile and pretend everything is okay even if it’s not. Feels you shiver and push against his hold, trying to get away. Reluctantly letting you go, expecting you to retreat. Definitely not for you to turn and straddle him. Fingers toying with the scarf as you avoid looking at him. Before he can say anything, you lean up and your mouth crashes against his.

• Just a kiss. A kiss can’t hurt anything. And you’ve wanted to have at least this for some time, but he’s not been your size since that first time when he’d scared you. You feel him go still against you as your mouth slides against his, but he doesn’t kiss you back. Shocked that you did it most likely. Face heating, you draw back and his servos tangle in your hair. His head ducking so his mouth can claim yours. And it’s as wicked as you’d imagined his lying mouth would be. Aware of his other hand on your hip, servos pressing against you. Lips parting for his glossa to slide inside, tangling with your tongue, exploring hungrily.

• Can’t stop now that you’ve given him permission, now that your taste is on his glossa. Greedy for as much as you’ll allow him. Thinks about your smutty book. About just laying you back and taking his time memorizing every inch of you with his servos and mouth. Only the cold keeping him in check, tempering his need with concern over you. “Give me this, just a taste,” he murmurs, servos sliding under the back of your shirt to find warm skin. Mouth sliding along your jaw down to your neck. Kissing, nipping, and licking as you make a soft, breath sound that goes straight through him. “Let me have this.” Not sure if he’s begging you or Primus, as your soft hands touch his helm and pull him back to you. Your mouth warm against his. Losing himself in the heat of you, in the honesty of his need.

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gonna call you Alexander Hamilton the way you write, it may be short form but you're still cranking it out and maybe it's just my burnout talking but holy shit it's impressive

That’s one of the advantages of so many storylines going at once. If I’m stuck on one, I just swap to a different one

Bad Idea Pt 13

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Shoulder against a wall, he shudders and presses his servos to his side, feeling the warm energon there as he tries to gauge how bad the damage is. Hadn’t expected to be ambushed by the two Wreckers. While he’d done more than his share of damage to them, they’d wounded him. An opponent actually landing a blow on him a surprise, because how long has it been since that’s happened? Knows it’s because he was distracted by you. His processor circling back, wondering how far he’d have gone if Lazerbeak hadn’t stopped him. Can feel the drone’s worry now, wanting him to go see Knockout, to go to medbay. But he just wants to return to his own quarters and deal with his injuries himself. To see you.

• Lying flat on your back, staring at the ceiling as frustration still hums through you, your head turns when the door opens. Smile faltering at the energon slicking his side, running down his leg and on his servos. “You’re hurt.” Rolling to your feet, you run to the edge of the desk as Lazerbeak detaches and flies to perch on the back of the screen on the desk, optics glowing as he glares down at you like this is your fault and you ignore him. Hands reaching up as Soundwave slowly bend down until you can lay your palms on his visor. “What happened?” You demand, knowing he can’t or won’t answer even as he leans down to touch his visor to your forehead, a tendril hooking around you to lift you as he lays back on his berth and settles you on his chassis. “Why aren’t you in medbay? Why isn’t he in medbay?” Now you’re glaring at Lazerbeak as the big metal turkey flares up his plating in offense.

• Servo reaching to carefully brush your hair from your face and to affectionately pat your head, he relaxes. Knows he needs to deal with his wounds, but just wants to rest. Can feel your anxious worry spilling into him where you’re touching him and he reaches a tendril up to drape against your back and gently encourage you to stretch out on him. Shuddering as the contact strengthens until your mind sings through his, alive with worry. When he’d taken you, it was more curiosity than anything else. Wanted to figure out why he couldn’t shut out your thoughts, but now he’s not sure he could recharge without the awareness of you humming through him, without the warmth of you against him. Even when he’s elsewhere on the Nemesis, he’s constantly reaching out a thought for you. Needing to feel you.

• Tendril firmly pinning you in place, there’s no getting away unless he lets you. “Can you please go to medbay?” Because you know you can’t make him do anything he doesn’t want to do. But he’s hurt and seeing that twists unpleasantly through you. Hurts you, because you care about him as strange as it is. At some point, you’d started missing him whenever he leaves. Looking forward to his return and greeting him. Those little brushes of his tendrils or his servos so gentle, like he’s constantly reassuring himself that you’re still there. He’s a quiet presence that’s always near, making himself felt if not heard. “Who’s going to take care of me if something happens to you?” You ask, changing tactics. And his helm tips down to look at you, tendril sliding against your spine before he finally loops it about you, moves you, and stands. Graspers brushing your cheek as he heads out the door and you hope he’s listening to you. Taking care of himself for once, because someone needs to and you’re too small to do it.

• Moving back through the halls of the Nemesis, he heads for medbay. Has he ever willingly gone to be repaired before? So used to looking after himself, but hasn’t been able to deny your request. Your worry bothering him, making him want to soothe it away. Aware that his fixation on you, is becoming dangerously close to an addiction to the feel of those soft hands reaching for him, the feel of your emotions cascading through him. Wanting all of it and to demand even more, to take everything you’ll let him have and never be satisfied.

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Oh my god, I physically NEED a B-127 fated mates fics. He’s so much of a lovable dork, my heart can’t!

I caved… y’all can have the excited, yappy puppy

The Coma Kid

TFO B-127 x Reader

• Tires humming on asphalt, there’s a faint anxiety humming in the back of his processor that’s there wherever he’s under the open sky. A lingering unease that he can’t shake no matter how long it’s been since he left sublevel fifty. Since he left Cybertron. And like he always does when he’s nervous, he talks. Even if it’s just to himself, because he can’t admit to Optimus or anyone else that he’s afraid, can’t even put it into words just to himself. That wide open spaces make him feel so small. So lonely. “This is fine. Totally fine. Absolutely okay,” he says, the sound of his own voice a comfort as it shatters the silence. Because if he says it enough, it must be true. Convincing himself. “I’m okay.” Even if he’s not, he can still smile and keep saying it until he believes it.

• Hair sticking to your nape with sweat, you lean against the rake and work the knots out of your back. Listening to a squirrel fussing from one of the nearby trees, and the peace and quiet is a nice change from the city. Everything feels slower here, more laid back. No stress. No traffic. There’s a faint prickling through you as you stand there that’s almost like that electric taste of lightning on the horizon, a breathless anticipation that whispers a storm is coming even though there’s not a cloud in the sky. That draws your attention to the road.

• Speeding along empty roads, patrolling for Decepticons, he realizes he’s slowing even though he hadn’t meant to. There’s a spark deep ache inside him, pulling at him and he follows it without thinking. Because it echoes through him like a memory. Something familiar. Like the first time he’d met Orion and D-16. Before everything has gone so wrong, when for a short time he’d not been alone. He’d had friends and everything had been perfect for the first time ever. “Where are you?” He mutters and then he spots one of the little organic natives to this world. Little, fragile things. He’s seen them before, but Optimus has forbidden all of them from interacting with them. “I can feel you. Are you calling me?” And he’s transforming without meaning to, seeing you turn toward him, your wide eyes meeting his optics. “Can you feel that? You can, right?”

• Rake falling from your shocked fingers as the car passing by comes apart. Becomes a giant, yellow robot and strides towards you across the lawn, hands outstretched. Hear it talking as it comes at you, reaching for you. A strange feeling of familiarity running through you as you stare at it, that sense snaring you. “Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you.” Those big hands are almost on you when you snap out of that warm haze paralyzing you, because that lulling sense that this is okay is a trap. As soon as you break free of it, you scream and run.

• “Wait-wait.” Lunging, suddenly desperate to catch you, to not lose that sense of belonging, he swipes at your much smaller form. “I said I won’t hurt you! I promise!” You’re fast and he dives, a servo snagging your leg and you go sprawling. Allowing him to drag you back to him by a leg even as you start kicking at his hands with the other. “Stop, it’s okay. I promise it’s okay.” Looming over you, he picks you up and nearly drops you when you try to throw yourself out of his hands. Curling forward around you, feeling the frantic beat of your heart and that sense of home and belonging singing through him as he cages you in his servos. Doesn’t understand what this is, only that he’s never going to be alone again. Never letting go, no matter what. “We’re okay now.” Servos pressing you close to him even as you struggle.

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Man I was just binging on all you writing, barking and running up the walls over it, thinking about how much I hoped ya would do TFA OP and then I refresh and THERE IS MAH BOI?!?!? To the person that sent that ask BLESS YOU AND BLESS YOU FOR *ALL* THE WRITING IM LIVING?!?!?!? IS THIS HEAVEN???? MAYBE!

🤣 I loved TFA when it originally aired, but tend to forget it sometimes

So Hobby Lobby has their model kits 40% off and carry FlameToys in store…

Broken Heart Pt 2

TFA Optimus x Reader

• Weight straining his joints, he can’t move as he tries to keep on his hands and knees, frame curled over the small shape under him. Doesn’t dare try to until he hears Blitzwing fly away and he thanks Primus the triple changer didn’t bother to check to make sure he’d been destroyed, too insane to stay focused on the task. Aware that you’re lying under him, but unmoving now.That even though he’d taken the brunt of the impact, it might have been too much for you and he’s afraid to look too closely at you. To see that he failed and you won’t survive.

• Feeling bruised, you lift your head and can’t believe the big robot is using his body to shield yours. That he’d tried to protect you. And his denta are bared, like he’s in pain as he keeps the rubble off you, his arms trembling. Shifting under him, he makes a noise. “Are you okay? Can you move?” He asks, deep voice strained. “I can’t hold this much longer.” And you realize he’s asking you to save yourself. To abandon him and get to safety.

• Knows Bulkhead is enroute, but not how far out the other Autobot is. Arms already shaking as he tries to keep his elbow joints from buckling. And you’re not budging, too hurt to escape? “What can I do to help?” Looking down he can see your dusty face staring back at him. Terrified, but determined. Making him think of Sari, so small and so stubborn. Venting roughly, he forces a smile. Pretends it’s okay.

• “Get clear. I can try to shift it,” he says, those shockingly blue optics holding your eyes. Exhaling, you crawl out between his arms and tense watching him try to shift the massive chunks of concrete, to get them to slide sideways off of him. One of his arms buckling and he groans, disappearing for a moment as your heart stops. Then the rubble is shifting as he struggles to move it making you realize how incredibly strong he really is. Making you wonder again why he’d bothered to try and save you. Amazed that he’d even noticed you on the overpass.

• Slowly, painfully, he pushes against the rubble and then there’s little hands pulling at the smaller pieces. Trying to help him even though he’d told you to get clear. Can’t believe you’re trying to help him instead of running. It’s a relief when Bulkhead arrives, lending his own hands to digging him out. Head bowed, damaged but alive he accepts Bulkhead’s hand and lets the other bot pull him to his feet. “Optimus, you okay?” Bulkhead asks, glancing down at you and he follows Bulkhead’s stare. “Yeah,” he says, distracted. Your dirt streaked face upturned, jacket torn, and knee bleeding as you wrap your arms around yourself. Trembling now that the danger is over. Cold and hurt. It’s what makes him take a knee, a hand outstretched. “Want to come with us? Get cleaned up?” He offers and you hesitate before cautiously touching a hand to his servo.

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The way I SCREAMED when I saw the latest update to "Everything is Alright" bestie I am SHOOK

Ha. Sorry. It’s been a week away and it’s only Monday and I tend to take it out on the characters

Everything is Alright Pt 79

IDW Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, Megatron x Reader

• Telling you every awful, deceitful thing your Seeker has done should have delighted him. A petty bit of revenge against him. But it just leaves him oddly hollow inside to watch your shoulders droop, little hands curling into fists in your lap. Because he’s told you all of it. Watching your eyes close as he told you how Starscream had boobytrapped a weapon’s shipment after the Autobots kept intercepting and stealing them, but hadn’t bothered to disarm it when it had gone to potential Decepticon troops, spinning their deaths as Autobot tampering to keep the blame from himself and to stir unrest. Every awful thing he can remember, he’s laid out for you. “Do you know why I keep that treacherous creature around despite his many murder attempts?” He asks, his amusement fading some when you just shake your head, refusing to look at him. Because saying it all out loud has left him only tired down to his spark. “To remind myself to trust no one, pet.”

• Had Star really dragged the dead body of an enemy through a battlefront, throwing their broken body down in front of their allies and laughed? Had he really done all those things? He’s not like that, you don’t want to believe he’s a monster, because he’s never hurt you. You don’t want to believe he’s capable of any of those things. Understand they’re at war, but some of it is just so callous and unfeeling. Like he can’t care about anything beyond his own ambition. Do you really know him? Or do you only see what he’s allowed you to see? Megatron must be wrong, you need him to be, because you love Star and if he is a monster, that love is only going to hurt you. Flinching when Megatron tips your chin up, you feel the tears trekking down your face and you hate him for it. For making you question everything. “It’s better that you know,” he says, deep voice soft like he’s doing you a kindness, not destroying you.

• Can feel your distress, that awful ache stringing him tight, making Soundwave disobey and enter the bridge without even an excuse. Because he can’t think of a reason to return before being summoned when he sees you crying silently, feels your pain like it’s his own. “Lord Megatron,” he begins, wanting to reach out and pick you up. Soothe away that pain. You’re not hurt physically and it’s a relief, but what did Megatron say to upset you like this?

• “Take the human,” Megatron growls, spark twisting unpleasantly as you cry. Knows you’re too innocent to survive Starscream, far too trusting to understand he’s using you. Even if Megatron can’t understand what his game is, there must be a plan there. The Seeker’s never does anything without a reason. But there’s no pleasure in breaking you, it just leaves him oddly tired as Soundwave picks you up and holds you close. Making him wonder about his and the Seeker’s claim that you’re a pet. And he hasn’t lied, it’s better that you understand the monster you’re defending. That you expect the betrayal.

• Cradled in Soundwave’s hands, you wonder if he’s as bad as Star. As bad as their leader must also be and you feel like a fool. Because you do love them, both of them. Wonder if they know, if it’s funny to them how trusting you are. And it hurts even as you just want to pretend it away. “Little one?” Lingering in the hall outside the bridge, gentle servos tip your chin up and carefully wipe away the tears. And somehow that makes it even worse, that careful touch after hearing all of that. And you just want to go home. To get away from them if it’s all true.

• “Was he telling the truth about Star?” You ask and his spark constricts. Even not knowing what Megatron told you, he can guess. Because it’s no secret the lengths Starscream has gone to in the past, it’s why he’d worried over you staying with the Seeker to begin with. But after seeing you with him, he’d realized something had shifted. That Starscream was trying to change because of you. And you turn your face away when he doesn’t answer, doesn’t deny the seeker’s past. Because he can’t lie to you even as your misery echoes through him, becoming his own.

• The moon is up, a thin sharp sliver cutting through the thin clouds when he returns to base to find the bridge dark, worry twisting through him. Had Megatron kept you? Does he dare go to his quarters and ask to have you back? Wings flicking, he heads to Soundwave’s quarters instead. Finds the communications officer still awake, bent over his desk. And you sitting on the edge as far from him as you can get, your eyes red when you look up at him. It’s the odd emptiness in your expression though that stops him short just inside the doorway. Because you always smile for him, always glad to see him. Anger creeping in all over again as his optics slide to Soundwave. Knowing this is all his fault. Whatever this is, he’s brought you both to this point. Betrayed you and him. “What did he tell you?” He asks, raspy voice soft and sickle sharp as the moon outside.

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All the love for Wheeljack

Circuits and Wires Pt 8

Wheeljack x Reader

• Chin resting on top of your head, he holds you to him. Spark warm that you’re allowing him this when he’d intended to only comfort you. Servos sliding up your spine, he tries not to think about how warm your are against him, the feel of your little heart beating. That steady rhythm sinking into him with the realization that you’ve gone past just being a lab partner or someone needing his protection because you’re so small. Coming out of recharge every day to the feel of you sprawled on him seeking his warmth, bouncing ideas off of you even if you don’t understand what he’s talking about sometimes, drives home that he’d been lonely before and hadn’t even realized it. That he doesn’t want to go back to that ever again.

• Cheek against him as his servos stroke your back, you close your eyes. Just enjoying being held by someone. By this sweet, forgetful bot that you already care so much for. “Thank you,” you tell him, the words so inadequate when you can’t bring yourself to say what you’d like to. Afraid to put yourself out there and be rejected by him. Maybe even ruin your friendship. And his hand shifts to cup the back of your head as he vents softly, warm against you as it stirs your hair.

• “You never need to thank me for taking care of you,” he says, optics shuttering. Afraid to move in case you come to your senses and try to put some space between you both as his vocal indicators flicker mauve. Because he’s not sure what to do, whether he can hold you closer or if that would cross a boundary. Doesn’t know how to do this, so he’s stuck awkwardly walking a line he’s not sure if he can cross, but desperately wants to.

• While the silence stretching between you isn’t exactly awkward, it has a weight to it. An anticipation of things unsaid that is driving you crazy with a tension you can feel humming through you. Tempting you to just say that you like him even if he laughs at you, though you don’t think we would even if he didn’t see you that way. Forehead against the mesh of his neck so you don’t have to look him in the optics, you inhale. “I like you.”

• “Thanks.” Primus help him, that’s not what he means to say, but it’s what he blurts out, vocal indicators now fully red as he wants to run from you and the silence spreading awkwardly between you both. Because you’d told him you liked him and he’d panicked and thanked you? Knows you must already think he’s a bit out of it, always distracted, but this is a whole new low. And he’s afraid if he says anything else, he’ll only make it worse. Once Ratchet had called him the dumbest smart person he’d ever met. Right now, he understands exactly what Ratchet meant by it as he shutters his optics. Primus.

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Dandelion: Prequel

4k Words

One-Shot

Summary: Optimus loves you. You love him. The two of you are too stupid to realize each other's feelings. 

But after a conversation about the afterlife, you realize how much he means to you.

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A/N: Yearning. Love confession. Jealousy. Optimus confesses but doesn't realize it. You are dumb. Angst and Fluff. Enjoy!

Dandelion: Prequel

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Optimus thinks about you.

A lot.

And more than he likes to recognize.

Optimus has learned many things about Earth. You showed him music, art, poetry, literature, and movies. He enjoyed them, mostly because you shared them with him. The archivist in him was hungry for knowledge and you were the chef who satisfied his craving.

He also enjoyed sharing things with you. Of everything he could of Cybertron. The arts, the poetry that sometimes you didn't understand. The history and legends of his people.

He had thought many times of the things he would like to show you once Cybertron is restored. You would love it, he was sure of that. He could take you to see a play or maybe show you the beautiful cascades of Energon or the resting place of the Primes.

Optimus also thought of building you a home. You would be coming to Cybertron often after all. Maybe if you were comfortable enough, you could live with him. That way he could take care of you, just in case you woke up scared from a nightmare. He would cradle you until you fall asleep again and if needed, you could share his berth with him. Cybertron is naturally cold, he could keep you close to his spark to keep you warm.

"I won't live forever you know?"

You were waiting for him to roll into your driveway. He had promised you to do this for a very long time now and there's no way escaping it.

"I am aware," he says as he swiftly moves forward. "Your life expectancy is rather short."

"The more reason I have to clean you up," you walk towards him. "I may die tomorrow and you may live on without a proper bath? Not in my watch."

You had two buckets of water and a hose ready to be used. Some soap, sponges and rags. The buckets were heavy as you struggled to pick them up, you somehow still managed to whistle a song as you made your way to him.

He didn't understand how you could look so content while talking about your death. Optimus couldn't even phantom the idea. Much less imagine a day when you won't be with him. He had grown too accustomed to your presence. His spark had grown too fond of you.

In fact, you had occupied so much space in his spark that he knew that it wouldn't be able to function without you.

What will he do once you are gone?

"Where will you go?"

He asks as he feels the warm water impact his windshield and hood. It was nice to think you took the time to heat up the water just to make him comfortable.

"What do you mean?" you ask as you put soap on the big sponge and start rubbing it around. You had to use a small stool to reach the top of his hood. This is the first time you were doing this and you were trying to be extremely gentle. You had to remind yourself that Optimus is still a biological being. His body may be made out of metal but he still feels everything.

"Once I stop functioning, I am certain my spark will become one with the AllSpark," he makes a small pause before continuing "But what about you? Where will you go once you die?"

You stop and look at him.

"Will it be a place where I can meet you? See you at least?"

Contemplating what to do, you look at the sides to make sure no noisy neighbor is listening to you talking to a truck. You look back at him and wonder if you should tell him the truth or lie a little. He sounded worried. It is no wonder that he perceives death differently. For him, it was just another transformation. To you ... Well, you didn't know nor could explain the finality of death. You didn't want to worry him.

"Human souls work differently," you say as you go back to wash him. This time more delicately, trying to feel each inch of scratch he has ever gotten. War was written all over his body. "We don't go to a specific place. But I think we become one with the universe."

"Whenever you feel the wind on your faceplate," you lie to him but there's enough hope in your voice to comfort him. To make him believe you. "Whenever you see the rain or snow, when you see a rainbow, a flower or star. That's where I will be. Always."

It's comforting to know that everything beautiful the universe has to offer, is because of you. Of course, it would be. How couldn't it? When you smile the sun becomes brighter. When you laugh, the sound becomes a melody. You were alive and made life so breathtaking because of it. He imagined your death would be the same. Eternally beautiful as you become one with the universe.

He ex-vents in relief and you smile. Your lie was good enough. He believed it.

Nothing else was said but spent the rest of the time in a comfortable silence. You took your time to really study him. He has many scratches, some parts of his paint were even gone and you wonder if he had insecurities about them.

After all, if humans did, what made Cybertronians different?

You ran a finger through a large scraping on the top of his hood, feeling each small bump. The scrapped metal is rough against your fingertip, wondering what had attacked him to make this much damage.

"Are they not of your liking?"

For a small second, you could hear the doubt in his voice.

"Oh, no, I-"

As soon as you are about to respond, a sports car passes by, honking loudly and making the sound of its motor as loud as possible. Although you were uncomfortable you didn't want to give the guy the satisfaction of receiving attention. But you were now self-conscious of what you were wearing, Shorts and a dirty old black shirt. You wonder how was this even attractive.

"Hey, beautiful!" the guy rolls down his window and you feel the urge to wipe the smirk off his face. "Wanna ride this instead of that old rusty truck?"

You were about to defend yourself until you heard Optimus's engines turn on, the sound of his motor was so piercing that you felt your entire being vibrate. He turns his headlights as well, bright and powerful, almost blinding the guy.

Turning to look at Optimus, you see his holoform taking the pilot seat. You hated that holoform but it will do.

"Sorry, but my husband is quite overprotective."

You tell the guy, hoping he will take the hint and leave you alone.

"Well, if you ever want a good time, I am always available," his words disgusted you but you are glad he is finally leaving. "That truck got nothing on my car anyways."

Optimus moves forward in an aggressive manner. You are surprised at his behavior but don't question it.

"Thank you," you say as you step down off your stool.

You made sure that Optimus was covered in soap before taking the hose and letting the water flow.

"I don't know why every guy with a nice car has to act so weird."

"Oh, so you did find that car to be visually appealing?" He asks. "I would understand. After all, you might prefer an automobile with more agreeable qualities for someone of your age."

"Is that jealousy I hear, dear husband?"

You liked to tease him and even flirt with him from time to time. Mostly, you knew that nothing would ever happen. It was stupid to think that a Cybertronian and a human could ever be something more than just close friends. You assumed Optimus thought the same.

He had to.

"Just mere curiosity," he says as he feels the water running through his body, watching off all the dirt. It felt nice. "And what is a husband?"

"A life partner. Husband and wife usually take care of each other until the end of their days," that was the simplest way you could explain such a concept. "And I prefer Cybertronian men if you ask me. Even old rusty trucks."

"Can I conclude that you know other Cybertronian males who are old rusty trucks besides myself?

"No, just you."

Although you couldn't see his faceplate, you knew he didn't mind the comment. The two of you had joked around before and Optimus can definitely take a joke.

"So, you do indeed believe me to be an old rusty truck?"

"Yes, but you are my old rusty truck."

Optimus didn't know why but he enjoyed the sound of that.

"And that makes all the difference."

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The hospital wasn't like you remembered. You had grown used to being in a military facility and being taken care of by soldier medics. Not only because of the Decepticon attacks you had faced before but because you had seen your fair share of war while reporting for the news.

"OH YOU ARE IN SO MUCH TROUBLE NOW!"

The last person you expected to see was Agent Fowler. Stepping inside your room, with a suitcase on hand and documents on others.

"I am fine thank you," you say as you sigh heavily. "The car crash didn't kill me and no Autobots were involved... so why are you here?"

"Because I have a very bothered Prime demanding to see you, saying that as your husband he has a right to know of your well-being."

"... What?"

"Look, I knew you and Prime had something going on but this has become a national matter," he shows you the documents he was holding but your head still hurts and don't feel like reading at all.

"If you and Prime are indeed married then by law I have to let him come see you. Do you know how hard we have worked to keep the Autobot's existence a secret?"

"And since when does the government of the United States care bout following their own laws?" you look around your room. You hoped to see another change of clothes but nothing. You were in desperate need of a shower. "Look, this is all a misunderstanding, I'll talk to Prime."

"It better be. We don't want to deal with court cases about deciding which constitution laws will apply to non-human beings," Fowler was moving the documents very aggressively and you assumed those were drafts of new laws to be reviewed. He works fast.

"Do you know how many laws we would have to re-write if you and Prime were to be married? Don't even get me started if you two were able to conceive a child."

"You better than I know that's never going to happen."

"I don't know the way Prime was begging to see you didn't seem normal," he put the documents in his suitcase and for once you were glad to see him go. "If I was you, I would hurry up. I don't want Prime to cause a commotion because he can't see his wife."

"I am not his wife," you say again, the term annoying you a bit.

Fowler just rolls his eyes and opens the room's door.

"Yeah, yeah, just hurry up Mrs. Prime."

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The drive back to the base was unexpectedly quiet. When you saw Optimus parked outside the hospital parking lot, you thought you would be bombarded with questions.

Instead, Optimus just opened his pilot door and let you in. Nothing else. You didn't even dare to ask him to take you home. You just let him do what he pleased.

You two arrived at the base's tunnel. He stopped before reaching the hangar. He opened the door and you assumed he wanted you to get out. You were worried by his strange behavior.

As soon as you got out, he changed back to his normal form. He didn't hesitate to kneel in front of you. His optics look at every inch of your body, examining you.

"How are you feeling?"    He asks you but there is a certain coldness in his voice.

"I am fine, thank you."

He stands up, his optics still on you.

"You shall remain here until the next sun cycle. To make sure of your well-being."

He turns around and starts to walk away.

"Are you alright?"

You run towards him, your head still hurts but you want to talk to him. His indifference hurts more than you imagined.

"You lied to me."

You were confused. Speechless. Has he found out? That the only reason you were helping the Autobots to find the ancient relics is because you were waiting for the right moment to expose them? That you had a notebook in your home, with all the evidence you have so far of the existence of robot alien life? That every day you were waiting for the final piece of the puzzle. The last thing you need before revealing the truth to the world.

"While at the hospital, Mrs.Darby approached me and briefed me about your status. We talked, and she informed me that there are no scientific conclusions on Earth that your soul can become one with the universe."

You weren't expecting that.

"She said that your soul may be going to an unreachable dimension or just become nothing."

You didn't know what to say. There was a certain hurt look on his optics that you couldn't believe. He is grieving. It's the closest thing you have seen him in pain. But you couldn't say a thing. You weren't expecting this would affect him so much.

"Prime, I just ... I just didn't want to-"

"My apologies," he stops you and turns around. He didn't want to see you. That made your heart sink. The thought of disappointing him, of inflicting any type of pain was unimaginable to you.

But why?

"I just need a moment to myself."

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A few days had passed. You hadn't talked to Optimus. But today was Friday and as per usual, you made your way to the rooftop, outside of the base. It has become a spoken agreement between you and the leader of the Autobots. To meet every Friday and just enjoy each other's company.

You two usually go on patrol night before and end up talking until sunrise. But today Optimus had left the base early, leaving you unattended. You took the time to go to the closest gas station and get yourself a pack of cigarettes and Optimus's favorite brand of oil. With the hope that he will still meet you.

But the hours passed and you had waited. You started a bonfire and lit up a cigarette.

More time passed and you became worried. Was he still upset? The day had become dark, the night was cold and you missed him. Stupidly so.

And you feel pathetic.

You were about to give up until Optimus finally showed up. He looked surprised to find you there. Probably thinking that you didn't want to see him either. When, in fact, it was all the contrary.

He didn't say a word as he sat next to you. You quietly put a small bucket of oil next to him. Of course, he noticed you and accepted the gesture.

You are about to take another puff from your cigarette when you see Optimus' servo reach out towards you. Using two digits, he takes the cigarette from your hand and throws it on the bonfire before you.

"Hey, I was-"

"Ratchet has informed me that this object you inhale from can reduce your lifespan significantly," Optimus slightly lectures you and you can sense some anger in his voice. "I see no meaning in you engaging in such activities."

"I am here for a good time not a long time," you say as you search in your backpack for the cigarette box. Marlboro wasn't your favorite cigarette brand but it was the only one that had menthol flavor at the gas station. "A very, very short time compared to yours."

You wanted to somehow go back into the topic of the afterlife. Anything that could open the conversation so you can have an opportunity to apologize. You wanted to hear him too, his thoughts. You wanted to know if he still finds your company enjoyable. If things were right between you two.

"You know, it kinda makes me sad that you'll probably forget me one day," you use a lighter for the cigarette, feeling piercing optics coming from Optimus. "And there's nothing I can do about it."

"I don't believe my processor will ever be capable of erasing memories related to you."

"How are you so sure?"

"I'll always have you in my spark," Optimus doesn't look at you but rather stares into the bonfire. His optics follow the dancing of the flames. He speaks freely.

"Even after I rust away and turn into nothingness. Once my spark has joined with the Allspark, it will still remember you. Even after the last star in the universe bursts into oblivion, my spark will reach you and it will call your name."

You are about to take another puff from your cigarette but his words stop you. Eloquence was not unknown to the Prime, he speaks it rather fluently but you didn't imagine it like this.

"I remember you now and I'll remember you then."

It seems he was on autopilot. It wasn't Optimus speaking but Orion Pax.

The bot who once knew how to love, the one who had dreams and hopes and was free to be himself. Without the pain in his shoulders, without responsibilities. No. This was not Optimus Prime. It was not Orion Pax. It was someone else.

His spark.

It was talking directly to you.

"My spark will look for you and I'll know it's you even if I was blind and deaf. Even if I ripped off my sense of smell and touch. I'll know it's you because not even time or death could take you away from me."

It's like he came back to himself. He blinks repeatedly after staring at the flames for too long. It was as if he was in a trance and when he turned to look at you, he noticed your cheeks. A little more redder than usual.

And all you could think of was him. Of the purity of his words. Of his beautiful being, of everything of him. His kindness, his truth. How he had changed your world with simple words. It was just him and this moment. United in this time. And you thought that maybe the reason you had been born was only to meet him. To hear those words that will forever be engraved in your heart. Will he ever know how much it means to you?

You weren't a believer. You used to be, when you were younger and less experienced. Before you witness war. Now you don't believe in anyone or anything.

But you believed in him. If anyone could make the impossible happen it was Optimus.

If he says he will find you in the afterlife, you know he will.

He made you believe.

You feel relieved to know that your existence meant more to the universe. That there's more than just finality, your soul will travel somewhere and have an impact on the bigger scale of things.

And if not ... then at least you could spend all of eternity with Optimus.

Your heart had finally begun to feel hope again.

And maybe something more than that.

Oh.

"Are you alright?" He asks, concern in his voice. "It seems you are overheating-"

"YOU GUYS CAME HERE ON A DATE WITHOUT TELLING US?!"

You shake a little and Optimus immediately moves closer to you in a very protective manner. The unknown voice startled you both although Optimus is always alert in a different way.

He immediately relaxes as his optics lay on the known small figure. You kinda wished he had stayed closer.

"Miko, leave them alone!" Jack comes out of the rooftop door, following Miko close behind. "Besides that's the whole point of a date. Let them enjoy it."

"Oh, no, you actually missed it!" you decide to amuse the kids, knowing that Optimus probably wouldn't mind you playing along.

"Prime just proposed and I said yes! We are getting married and having a bunch of human-cybertronian hybrid sparklings!"

You giggle a little, saying that out loud sounded ridiculous.

"Aha! I knew you two had a thing! Optimus always cleans his windows when he knows you are coming!" Miko turns to look at Jack and points at him. "You owe me a free meal!"

"She's not serious!" Jack says with a hand on his hip, frustration is clear. "Besides Ratchet said Earth didn't have the necessary resources for (y/n) to conceive."

"Wait, wait, wait," you throw away your cigarette into the bonfire, not wanting to be a bad influence and smoke in front of the kids. "You two talk to Ratchet about us?"

"Well, yes," Miko says. "He also bet cleaning duty-"

"Ahh, tsk,tsk!" coming from the rooftop door, the medic bot pops out. "Not talking behind my back! I did not bet on anything!"

"Yes, you did!" Miko points at the Autobot leader as Ratchet fully steps outside the door. "You said Optimus would never confess!"

"Is that true, old friend?"

Finally, Optimus speaks. He doesn't seem angry but confused.

"I-umm," Ratchet stumbles with his words until the realization hits him. "WAIT, YOU DID!?"

"No," Optimus says. "My feelings for (y/n) are strictly platonic."

"Ha! I win!" the medic turns to look at the kids. "You two will be doing cleaning duty."

Optimus sees you laugh with the kids. A scene that warms his spark. He can't guarantee tomorrow so he will treasure the now. Then maybe, if the stars align, he will gift you the strange flower he found.

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A/N: Sorry for any mistakes I made, I don't proof read lol.

In this story, I originally intended for Optimus to have this big realization but Dandelion was already too long and rushed for my liking.

But, I think he has loved the reader for way longer than he realizes and  when he does realize it...

 Uff. He feels like a complete idiot and begins yearning for you like crazy.

I think Optimus would be devastated at the thought of one day losing you. He just doesn't know he would feel like that.

But I think my version of Optimus and Reader is that both of them are very oblivious to each other's feelings. Because in their mind, there is no way a Cybertronian and a human could ever share intimate feelings.

So they just go around each other thinking, 'Oh, this is a person whose company I enjoy very much' and 'Caring so much for this individual is absolutely normal ... Right?"

Dandelion was supposed to be a one-shot story but due to the support given I decided to write a prequel for it.

Sadly, I don't think I will write a continuation of the story. This is to prevent any more spoilers for the current fanfic I am writing 'The Darkest Hour.'

This prequel already gave out too many spoilers as it is and as I was writing this I had to stop myself from integrating certain scenes I wanted to write.

For example, Optimus finding out that human souls actually go nowhere goes completely different.

He can't understand the finality of death and he grieves for months at the thought he may not see you in the afterlife. He makes his research, anything, any sign that your soul and his spark might reconnect again.

And one day he sees you throwing away some of your things (you were cleaning your house) And he goes through the trash and asks you if he can stay with the things.

You tell him no because those things were trash (to you) they were like old used notebooks, empty boxes, pens, old clothes and make-up. He starts gathering things up but you take them away and he very anxiously tells you:

"Why are you so cruel to me? I only wish to preserve your memory once you are gone. You have taken my spark, do you also wish to take what's left of my sanity once you leave my side?"

Of course, he later on realizes that his love for you is so intense and real that he is certain his spark will meet your soul once again.

Dandelion may have come to its definite end but if you really want to read more then I do recommend reading 'The Darkest Hour' although it is a slow burn, it will have this type of content but more improved and polished.

ALSO

Requests are open so if any of you have any prompt ideas, you may inbox me or send me a message on this account. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, everything is welcome! I can write small drabbles and other stuff.

And once again, I want to thank you all for your kind support! I am very new to Transformers and I didn't think I would be good enough to write fanfiction of it. But all of you have been extremely kind and I'll continue to write things that make me and all of you happy. Thank you for reading!

And I'll see you next time :)

Dandelion Pt.1:

https://www.tumblr.com/t-a-a-1/768702467874684928/dandelion?source=share

You can also read my other stories in here or Ao3:

https://archiveofourown.org/users/peachesandream

Thank you!

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dadwave

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I just want to call Knockout babygirl iS THAT TOO MUCH TO ASK????

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Politely requesting some tfp ratchet when you're in the mood for his flavor of character🍀💕💕

Sure

The Weakends Pt 9

TFP Ratchet x Reader

• Back to this game again. Avoiding him and angry. And even understanding why, it doesn't make it any easier to deal with. You're not avoiding the base this time at least, probably because you know he'll just go bring you back again. Unfortunately, you're as stubborn as he is and he knows you're not going to back down. Not until he admits that he's not okay. That he's exhausted and so tired of the fighting. That he's not recharging because the nightmares come for him when he shutters his optics and because he needs to keep working. Keep researching for viable energon alternatives. They’re all depending on him and he can’t let them down.

• Feeling those optics on you, the fine hair at your nape prickles with awareness, but you don’t look back at Ratchet. Pointedly ignoring him as Bumblebee warbles unhappily, picking up on the tension between you both. Oh, that’s right. You’re the only one tense, because he’s fine. He’s always fine. It’s almost a relief when Fowler stops by, rising from the kid’s couch and going to talk with him since he’s apparently the only other adult in the room. “Hey,” you say, and he glances up from fighting with his tie.

• Stiffening as you lean on the rail beside Fowler, he wishes he was closer. That he could hear your conversation as you smile at something the man says. That tension relaxing from your shoulders as you reach out to touch his arm with a smile. Just a harmless touch, but he hates it. Hates seeing you smile and laugh with the other human because it’s a pointed reminder that he’s not human and never will be. That eventually, you’ll find another human to spend your life with and stop spending it with him. That he can’t be what you need and the thought freezes him in place. Because when had he started thinking of you like that? As more than a friend? Because it’s true, he does want more than just your time. And it’s one more thing he can never admit to you.

• “Don’t look now, but doc looks like you kicked his puppy. What did you do?” Fowler murmurs and despite yourself, you look. And the way he’s staring at you, that forlorn expression is something you’ve never seen before. Gone so quickly when he realizes you’re looking at him and he turns and walks away. “I’ve got to go,” you say, touching Fowler’s arm and hurrying along the catwalk. What had that look been? He’s always so guarded, but whatever that was had been raw. Achingly so. “Doc!”

• Gritting his denta, part of him wants to bend and reach for you. Feel you in his servos. Instead he stops with his back to you. Because those impossible thoughts are still there, hurting him with things he knows aren’t meant for him. “What?” It comes out gruffer than he means and he hears your shoes scuff to a stop. Almost wants to drive you away right then, to make you so furious you leave and never return. Because the longer he has you beside him, the more it’s going to hurt when you go. And it already feels like his spark is rending apart.

• Staring up at his back, you’re half tempted to pick up the argument right where you’d left it. Would it be so bad to admit that he’s not ‘fine?’ That he needs help? He can’t and you know it. Neither one of you any good at just talking, always snapping at each other. Hurting each other. And you’re just so tired of it. No matter what you’d seen, he won’t own up to whatever’s wrong. Won’t let you help, because he thinks you can’t. “Never mind.” Turning, you start back the way you came. Because no matter what you say, it’ll end with both of you arguing and angry. Too much alike for either of you to bend and you don’t want to do it anymore. Tired of reaching out and only getting hurt.

• Servos curling under into fists, he knows it’s a good thing. That he should begin distancing himself before he gets anymore wrapped up in you. Because he needs the sound of your voice, needs those tired smiles, and the touch of those little hands on his arm. He’s seen you fall apart crying and he’s seen you work through the exhaustion and fear. Stronger than he ever would have guessed an organic could be. And he’s turning, mass shifting. Feeling the strain of becoming so much smaller, of burning energy he didn’t have to spare. But he can’t let you go, too selfish because he needs this. Need you with him. Almost stumbling as he catches up and reaches to snag the back of your covering. And you turn and you’re so much closer like this, letting him notice details he never had before as he grabs your upper arm and pulls you to him. “I’m not okay.”

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[trion-deez]

iron throne. ✧✷✯

starscream x gn! human reader

two souls collide. starscream treats you in ways you should hate.

warnings: explicit. degradation. dom/sub dynamics.

you don't know how you keep ending up in this position.

this uncomfortable, delicious and desperate position. you are a speck in the universe. a nudge and ghostly apparition to beings that walk among your kind and loom over the world like gods.

you aren't anything to him. he claims that plenty.

so again - just why are you here?

"please, please-", a nasty gurgle of spit mixed to a whine, the pleas end when polished digits pinch your tongue. instead, you squeak, trying not to move as the confines of flexibility start to burn.

the other large, slender hand, metal and enclosed like an iron fist, grips the hair at your scalp. it exposes your throat in a disgusting way that makes every gulp visible.

it should not make your stomach flip, nor should the sneer proud on his handsome face.

"please what? please go faster? harder? stop altogether? i grow tired of your kind. as if any of your demands hold importance."

every word is a punch. a blow, internal, as he shoves the apparatus between his legs crudely into you. he has the option to lubricate, though chooses not to.

because he knows you're filthy. he knows your flesh, velvet holes do that all on their own and that you are always needy, even if it means some sting with the stretch.

still pinching the pink of your lolling tongue, he thinks he hears a muffled admittance of hatred. of course, that just means he goes a little deeper.

you shudder. he spits on you. it shouldn't feel good.

"you know, when my master takes over this shoddy rock. and our flags fly high in the skies - i will take you. you'll be mine. on my throne. in my lap, every morn, every evening. i used to wonder just what humanity could provide."

he's being awful. you know he's steadied his vocalizer, not giving the grunts, ragged huffs and downright out of character whines because you messed up earlier. you are missing out on how he begs when you really rile him up.

the moment he lets both of his servos grapple your body, you practically sob.

"s-starscream! please, please, i wanna. please tell me i'm still yours. i promise to not misbehave!"

he watches you like a hawk. your predatory bird. your shining demon in chrome and crimson.

does his spark stutter? surely not. instead, he smacks your behind hard that the bruise blooms swiftly. a yowl forces sniveling shrieks to sputter.

in a way, this is therapeutic for him. he despises organics, even though he likes to see the flighty beings cascade and dip in sunsets, sit in the silence of caverns where his pedes don't sink and get dirt on his plating.

lazily, starscream regards the dulcet mewl of his designation. of course. always clawing for attention.

like looking in a mirror.

so, he indulged. his spike finds a spot you've never played with and you keen, beautiful pearls of tears smearing down your cheeks.

intrigued, he uses his handle on your hips to use your entire weight to slam down on him, leaving you breathless and drooling.

disgusting. disgusting, disgusting, oh he should kill you now. squeeze you until you pop.

you'd beg for it too. degenerate.

"say it."

thoughts jump around, fumbling for the right response. it's impossible. he's glaring, hot and brutal. he won't let your nasty hands grab at his chassis. his wings are marvelous.

he tastes your sweat.

"lord. lord starscream. i.. i am yours, my liege."

"h... again."

"i'myours! all.. guh, ah, ahhnnn, yours! my liege! i'm gonna.. so close—"

he doesn't stop. he goes rougher and you know you'll be dizzy, passed out by the time he releases.

it won't be any time soon. not with how he bares his teeth, ready to tear you apart.

robolvrr 2024.

winkwonk. very hornee thoughts on the dash.

[trion-deez]

Bro you got me down so bad for Optimus Prime. Can I request possessive Optimus smut? Cybetronian reader if you could, 10/10 love your writing and will be a die hard follower forever

Alright 💕 but you keep your end of the deal/lh

Warning : stomach bulge, size kink, praise, and a very needy Optimus.

Minors do not interact! 18+ only!

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Optimus is this best partner you could’ve ever asked for, ever the gentlebot, so tender and loving with you, how could you not trust him so? You didn’t question him when he called you over, wishing to speak with you privately, why would you?

He was livid, a rage emotion for the Prime to feel, but he couldn’t stop the anger twisting in his spark from ealier, he shouldn’t feel threatened by one of his own, but he can’t stop the feelings from bubbling to the surface.

You’re too kind to your teammates.

If he can’t tell them off, then he can take it out on your valve, drown you in his scent and mark you as his once more.

“Optimus..!”

Your sweet cry breaks him from his thoughts. You’re shaking on his berth, legs twitching on either side of his helm, your servos on top of his which hold your legs apart, clinging to him. You ex-vent sharply as he pulls away from your wet valve, leaving your puffy node alone.

“I’m sorry, my light, you are just too addicting.”

A whine tumbles from your dermas, feeling your lover kiss your inner thigh just so close to your valve. Optimus takes a deep breath, trembling at the heady smell of your need.

To have you beneath him, crying just for him, needing him, wanting him, desperate for him to frag you and fill you with his transfluid

“Frag…what’s gotten into you?” You laugh breathlessly, your fans on high trying to cool yourself down.

You aren’t complaining, not when Optimus moves further up your body, lavishing your frame with firm slow kisses as if to worship your body. He stops just at your neck cables, moving your legs up and over his shoulders, putting your needy valve on display for him.

Optics watching how your valve drools fluid, occasionally clenching around nothing, wanting to be filled. You gasp as Optimus puts his large spike over your valve, grinding his shaft against it and soaking it in your juices.

“Is it a crime to find my conjunx endura enticing? So pretty, and all I can think about is stuffing this valve of yours full, marking you as mine. To remind everyone here that you are mine to hold, mine to frag.”

Your optics widen at his lewd words, his voice low nearly a growl as he pulls his hips back, positioning his spike at your needy hole and easily pushing in. You grab his shoulders, tossing your helm back and intake dropping open.

Even still he’s just too much, your poor valve always stretched so much just trying to take him. His optics stay trained on your stomach, groaning as your metal begins to dent as his spike alone is too big for your body.

“S-S’deep!!”

“Look at how well you take me, just like you were made for me.” Optimus places a servo on your stomach, pressing down where his spike bulges under your mesh. You shriek, servos gripping his shoulders, blue and red paint scratching off under your grip, but he doesn’t care.

“Optimus…ohh…please, it’s too much.”

“Too much? My star, we haven’t even started.”

He kisses the top of your helm to give you some comfort. You choke on air, his hips clanking and smacking against yours pushing his spike further against your sweet spot, pelvis grinding against your node before he pulls back once more and thrust back in.

His thursts are heavy, fragging his spike as deep into you as he could manage, wanting to mold your valve into his shape so only he could please you, no one else can make you feel as good as he can, no one can have you.

He can’t lose you.

“Frag…you’re clenching so tight. Overloading for me already?”

You’re in tears, your body covered in coolant, as he speaks so sweetly to you, like he isn’t fragging you stupid and spike drunk. You’re so close, your climax lost from earlier building back up swiftly.

“O-Optimus!! Oh, oh primus I-I caan’t—!!”

Your overload does little to make him stop. You’re sobbing, near squealing out hiw name even as your voice box goes to static. He leans over you, practically folding you in half, rutting his spike into your needy hole.

“So good, I love you. P-please, just a little more-mm! Haa…overload for me again, milk my spike, let me mark you.”

You’re too far gone, helm heavy and all you can think about is his spike breaking your back strut.

The entire base will know who’s spark you belong to by the time he’s finished.

[trion-deez]

I love the way all your stuff blends together sometimes

Do you plan that from the start? Or has it just kinda happened as you go?

Also all the different storylines you've got going is insane and admirable, I love reading your stuff(esp Alcohol eyes and Attractive today! Oh oh and the Future freaks me out <333)

Is there a certain plotline or character you've loved writing for the most so far?? Or one you weren't expecting to enjoy so much but do??

- can I call myself the taking care of Rumble anon lmao that was my first ask I sent to you

I knew when I started separating the storylines out into the broad categories on the Masterlist, that I’d want to weave the ones in those categories together as much as possible. It’s easier to do that writing them simultaneously. These short fics are a mimicry of how I outline actual stories. I get a ton of index cards and just write short form scenes on them.

I really wasn’t expecting to have as much fun with Metroplex as I’ve had- I had honestly initially thought the request might be a joke request and just kept thinking about it until I decided to do it anyway.

Gotta take of Rumble. 18+ content. 🌶️

Alcohol Eyes Pt 5

Rumble x Reader

• Groaning, you drag a pillow over the top of your head as the light slicing in through the blinds finds your face. Leg sliding until it connects with something warm and hard to mingle with your headache and it all comes rushing back. A bit too much to drink, your ex. Rumble. Breaking the bed at some point apparently.

• Optics squinting at the bright daylight, there’s a faint worry that Soundwave might just kill him when he finds him, but as he sits up some and sees your leg you’d kicked out from under the sheet and follows the bare skin all to way up to the middle of your back, his spike is hard all over again. Soundwave becoming a later problem. Reaching for you even though he knows he needs to suck it up and talk to you. Because at some point you’re going to figure out he’s not a human in a costume and he’s not looking forward to that or your reaction. Right now, though? “Come here,” he growls.

• Hearing the bed creak dangerously as he shifts behind you, grabs your hips and settles himself between your spread thighs. Draping himself against your back, his weight driving the air from your lungs before he braces himself on a forearm and hooks the other under your hips. “Baby, I’m not even awake,” you laugh, voice wavering into a moan when his servos cup you, stroking. Definitely not the worst way to wake up as he uses his arm to tip your hips up and buries his spike inside you in a slow drive. “Right there,” you sigh, fingers fisting the pillow as you rock your hips back to meet his lazy thrusts.

• That wet heat grips his spike as he moves against you, in no real hurry this time. Just savoring the feel of you. He’s been with Soundwave so long, but he’ll need his own quarters now, for you and him. Soft things like humans like. Hips curling as he moves faster, you make those lovely sounds as he thrusts deep. You’ll be happy with him, he’ll make sure of it. Groaning as you tighten on him, hips rocking against you as you milk his spike. Pressing his mouth against the back of your shoulder. “Hey,” he says.

• “Good morning to you, too,” you laugh, feeling him lazily buck his hips against you again even as his excess wets your thighs. “That’s some dedication sleeping in all that,” you add. Because he’s still in his costume. The arm hooked under your hips shifts as his mouth brushes the curve of your shoulder and slides along your neck and up behind your ear. And in the light of day, it’s a bit too real. Like this means more to him than just fantastic, toe curling sex. You like the guy, but aren’t sure how to break it to him that it was just sex and after your ex, you’re not sure you want a relationship. At least not right now.

• “So,” he begins, reluctantly sliding free of you and you roll half on your side to look up at him, arching your brows at him. Easing back to sit, your bed creaks dangerously as he stretches out to catch your smaller hand. “Not a costume. And I’m not human,” he says, bracing for the fear. Not expecting you to start laughing as he grimaces. Because you don’t believe him.

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