#1 Ultra Magnus Glazer

Anastasius ☆ He/Him ☆ 18 y/o Fanfic writer 《☆》 Requests open! Yes I am a professional yume since before it was cool why do you ask

[anastasius-writes]

Masterlist

For rules on requests, go here

These will show requests, and finished works. I try to write in the order that I get the requests but sometimes ones easier to write than the other so please be patient.

Anon emojis taken up: 🥀

DEADLOCK

Saving the night (Abrams x GN Reader)

Drunken surprise (Silver x GN Reader)

Looping the rooms (Doorman x GN Reader)(WIP)

Late night marriage talk (Celeste & Silver x Reader)(WIP)

DEVIL MAY CRY

Shopping trip (Trish, Nero & V x GN Reader)(WIP)

HONKAI : STAR RAIL

Same ship different General (Feixiao x GN Reader x Yao Guang)(Pt 1)

Same ship different General (see above^)(Pt 2)(18+)

A day of rest (ft. the bird)(Jing Yuan x GN Reader)(WIP)

An Aeon's gaze (Yaoshi x GN Reader)(WIP)

LEAGUE OF LEGENDS

An eater, I need her (Bel'Veth x GN Reader)

Testing a hypothesis (Vel'Koz x GN Reader)(suggestive)(WIP)

Like a what? (I'm changing the name dw)(Shyvana x GN Reader)(WIP)

A map to your heart (Ezreal x GN Reader)(WIP)

An adventurers notebook (Ezreal x GN Reader)(WIP)

An adventure in the sheets (+18)(Ezreal x GN Reader)(WIP)

MADNESS COMBAT

Nevada's best (Hank x GN Reader x 2BDamned)

Willing sacrifice (2BDamned / Hank / Sanford / Deimos x GN Reader)

Willing sacrifice full versions (4 parter, all the above ^)(WIP)

Willing sacrifice pt.2 but my inbox is fucking evil (Anniversary edition)(all the above ^)(WIP)

Director's right hand (Phobos x F Reader)

Love takes patience (Deimos x GN Reader x Sanford)(WIP)

How it's done (2BD / Hank / Sanford / Deimos x GN Reader)(WIP)

Clowning and Miming (Tricky x GN Reader)(WIP)

Angel by your side (Hank x F Reader)(WIP)

Minecraft Mods

Knock you up (+18)(Knocker x GN Reader)(WIP)

NIER : AUTOMATA

Picnic at a city of blues (2B x GN Reader)(WIP)

TEAM FORTRESS 2

Cuddles in the cabin (18+)(Heavy x GN Reader)

Bullets and Borage (Sniper x F Reader)(WIP)

TRANSFORMERS

Cohabiting (IDW Megatron x GN Organic Reader)

Different chassis, same spark (IDW Arcee x TransFem Reader)

Glory at a price (TFO Sentinel x GN Reader)(WIP)

Focus (18+)(IDW Rodimus x GN Reader)

Sounds pour out in waves (18+)(TFP Soundwave x GN Reader)(WIP)

All for science, All for you (TFP Shockwave x TransFem Reader)(WIP)

ULTRAKILL

Reliable source (V2 x GN Reader)

Authorization (V1 x GN Reader)(WIP)

'Friendly' rivalry (V1 x GN Reader x V2)(WIP)

One step forward (18+)(Gabriel x GN Reader)(WIP)

WARFRAME

Spider problem (Excalibur Umbra & Operator)

The signals strong, can you feel it in the floor? (Aoi Morohoshi x Drifter)

Her Muse (Follie x Drifter)

Picture perfect pleasure (Follie x Drifter)(18+)

The blade, the devil and the void demon (Roathe x Drifter x Arthur)(18+)(WIP)

Love you like a love song baby (Octavia x Drifter)

My Sanctuary (Cephalon Simaris x Drifter)

Memory Lane (Roathe x Drifter)(WIP)

Cigarettes and Feelings (Arthur x Drifter)(WIP)

Cause I got high (Nokko x Drifter)(WIP)

The spider's web (Oraxia x Drifter)(WIP)

Going out with a BANG ("emotional")(Arthur x Drifter)(WIP)

Helping hands (Hildryn & Operator)(WIP)

Where night meets day (18+)(Equinox x Drifter)(WIP)

Synthetic music (Cephalon Suda x Drifter)(WIP)

Something touches me, impossible (Cephalon Cy x Drifter)(WIP)

Can't fix what isn't broken (Amir x Drifter)(WIP)

The red means I love you (title is subject to change)(Vena x Drifter)(WIP)

Two for the road (Velimir x Drifter x Minerva)(WIP)

Solace in a mad world (Lyon & Marie x Drifter)(WIP)

L is for the way you look at me..? (Lotus / Lyon / Lettie x Drifter)(WIP)

[anastasius-writes]

Director Phobos x Female Pacifist Assistant head cannons? :3

Director's right hand

I honestly HATE HATE HATE his boss fight </3 But despite this he's really well written and I hope this lives up to it.

It's like second nature for Nevadans to be hostile, so it's only normal for the man in charge of one of the biggest organizations specialising in combat and research to make weapons to be curious about you, someone working for him who stands against the very thing he endorses.

His favoritism towards you became obvious when he assigned you a brand new role no one had before, which allowed you to come and go through his office as you pleased, use up more resources than most workers could and no lab was off-access to you.

Deadlines became more of a suggestion, your desk was always full of refilled stationary, and your co-workers stopped stealing your lunch, little things begin to add up into a completely new lifestyle for you.

And a thing that surprised you even more was even though you had climbed up the corporate ladder, your job became less and less straining unlike most would imagine. You went from whatever job you had assigned which took up Maker knows how many hours of your life up to Director Phobos' esteemed assistant who mostly deals with paperwork, organization and fetching.

Your co-workers instead picked up more and more work, and none dared to complain about it for reasons unknown to you. Whenever you offered to help them they would turn pale and immediately refuse.

Phobos has a God complex, we all know this, and with this comes a need for praise and borderline worship, how does he get this from you? By spoiling you rotten and partially isolating you.

And yes, the budget for all of his nexus experiments and project still gets spent on what they are designated for, I don't think he'd be selfless enough to give up projects he's so passionate about. But I refuse to believe any leftovers or surplus he earns is not spent on himself and you.

No one in the office really understands how you two got together, but you are.

When you two finally get together, I think his complex would get even worse. You accepting his offer to date makes his ego skyrocket.

Your first kiss together involves him dramatically taking off his cloak and putting it over you shoulders, using it to pull you closer to kiss you after instructing you to carefully undo the bandages over this lips.

Uses your title as his assistant as an excuse to drag you around to the meetings he attends, having you stand a little too close to his chair, fingers brushing against yours as you pass him the paperwork he needs at the time.

But some of those meetings you are ordered to leave from by him, usually only when things do not go the way he desires. You figure its because he's come to respect your pacifism ever so slightly, and doesn't want you to see what could or did happen to the other people in the room.

Phobos is a busy man, plotting to become a god is busy business! So a lot of your time with him is spent on walks around Nexus tower. But worry not, he does take you out every now and then to wherever you want.

Well, if you want to visit some run down bar he will have objections, such as 'We are ROYALTY. And you want us to visit THIS slum? Why not the more lavish bars?' or 'My beloved, people of our positions no longer mingle with just anyone, reconsider.' But ultimately if you are dead set on going somewhere he doesn't fancy, he will reluctantly go.

Work while you're sick is a no-go, you are sent home immediately the second the Director catches onto the fact you're sick. But if you do somehow manage to stay in work and exhaust yourself to the point of falling asleep at your desk, you will find yourself waking in a room you don't recognize, tucked in comfortably into a bed way too big for you, and a familiar red cloak wrapped neatly around you like a cocoon.

[anastasius-writes]

Yoai plz in my mouth

well yes that's what I kinda do

[mycandyfire]

Suda doing suda stuff

[warframestuff]

Styanax Prime Concept Art by Liger Inuzuka

[agent-rot]

doodles

[din-31]

I like GO3LM.

I have a headcanon that Goyle is actually a stage fighter who sets up these battles just to find a worthy opponent for a grand show. He’s the final boss 🙂‍↕️

[anastasius-writes]

Silver x Reader

Silver comes back home with so much alcohol to drink with Reader (Alcoholic spent all her bounty money on booze).

Silver is a a gentle drunk so Reader gets to feel how fluffy Silver's ears actually are.

Reader has to help her to bed afterwords guaranteed.

Just some fluff (Waiter waiter some more fluff please)

Drunken surprise

Sorry for taking so long, the enemy Jerma kept locking me in hell.

The rain was unrelenting as you stumbled home, you and Silver moving slowly as you carried each other forwards. Despite the constant bombardment of cold water on your bodies you two still giggled and laughed the whole way home, still not over a joke one of you had told the other at the bar. Before you knew it the keyhole of the door to your shared apartment was in front of you, scratch marks from the key not finding its destination from previous nights just like this marring the reflective surface.

But back then you two weren't together, Silver didn't have another person there to try and fail comically at guiding her hand with the key into the lock, more scratches marring the shiny surface of the metal lock from a few attempts before you both successfully managed to insert the key where it belonged, twisting it to finally open the door to home sweet home and damn near tumbling onto the floor when the door opened.

"It's so stuffy in here." Silver grumbled, running her hand over her wet face as she leaned back on the now closed door.

"Probably 'cause we left the heating on, give me a sec." You replied, taking off your soaked shoes and slipping on some crocks, walking to the console to lower the temperature when you heard a thud from the other room.

You returned to find your girlfriend had fallen over and a mist of water had settled on the surroundings. Of course. Even while drunk and unable to stand still she'd still think that shaking herself off was a good idea. Now she was half-laying on a wet leather sofa like a wet dog.

You rolled your eyes, grabbing a dry towel and tossing it over her while you dried yourself off with your own.

"Rude."

"And you're stupid. You could've hurt yourself. Why didn't you wait for me to get you a towel?"

You saw her shrug her shoulders under the towel she had not made any attempt to take off yet.

"You're so needy."

"And you always provide." She snickered.

Being responsible you changed into dry clothes before helping her dry off and change before moving to dry her hair and ears with her towel. You two were sat on the floor with your shoulders leaning on the sofa cushions when you the cloth in your hands was suddenly tossed aside by Silver who proceeded to grab your hand and place them back to the back of her ears.

"Oh wow."

"Shut uppp."

You smiled at her comment before continuing to pet and scratch the back of her ears, fingers gently fondling the fur that had gained a slight curl due to the rain.

"You wanna go upstairs?" You whispered, pressing a kiss to the tip of her ear which twitched at the contact.

"Not really." She replied as she slapped her hands onto the sofa cushion she was resting her head against.

"Alright." You stood up, holding your hand out to help her up which she took.

Unfortunately all the work was done by you as your stubborn girlfriend put zero effort into helping herself up which earned her a shove onto the couch when she was finally vertical. Your victory was short lived however as she pulled you down to lay atop of her.

"You don't want some water for tomorrow?"

"Nuh, tomorrows problem."

"It is tomorrow."

"I really can't win with you." She ran her fingers through your hair as she looked down at you with a smile. "I'll handle myself just fine, don't worry."

"I love you."

There was a pause, Silver wasn't used to showing affection. The moment dragged on so long you were on the verge of sleep when you heard her whisper.

"love you too."

[mellotromatic]

now watching earthspark

[bad-intentixns]

nudes are art so you ain’t a hoe you a vincent van ghoe

[anastasius-writes]

Yarael poof

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God he's so fucking ugly </3 I think I'd actually die if I ever made eye contact with that thing

[anastasius-writes]

Follie x Reader - NSFW please

Follie's hunt has multiple copies of Follie appearing. This could be for gamplay purposes or completely accurate to lore. Either or since Follie hated painting the lies she was told to, wouldn't she like to paint her muse experiencing pleasure? Since love is 'most powerful emotion' and her muse's pleasure is from her love? Which she knows is true. By the way Ssnce Follie was forced to paint lies she most definitely takes consent into the equation, how she asks for it, I have yet to think of.

Picture perfect pleasure

I can't even say something along the lines of "DE doesn't know what monsters they created" since they simp for Follie too </3 Anyways lets get into this.

You couldn't quite describe what you were feeling right now, your skin was burning but not in a painful way, quite the opposite in fact. Your breath was so hot against the air it created vapor clouds every time you exhaled, your lips raw from how you've been biting them for the past… you honestly couldn't tell anymore.

NSFW under the cut - MDNI

Your teeth pressed against your bottom lip in a feeble attempt to muffle your noises from an imaginary audience, as if there was someone other than you and her here in the present moment. But her fingers would always gently coax your lip free before any further damage could be done.

Speaking of hands, you felt them everywhere. Constantly moving, caressing, gripping. Her fingers flexing and relaxing against your skin and stroking your most intimate places. Pleasure sparked through your body, your legs twitching from the sensation. You'd lost count of how many times she'd made you tip over the edge into bliss by now. The looping sound of the music box gave you absolutely no sense of how much time had passed since you'd indulged her request which she asked you ever so sweetly for.

You allowed your head to tip down, flexing your aching neck to look down at what used to be random strokes and spots of ink trying to dry across your skin, its attempts futile as the sweat on your body kept it wet for soft fingertips to spread it across your body into beautiful swirls and paths. The black substance created mesmerizing patterns and unique shapes which you could swear continued to move on their own but you assumed your current state was making you imagine things.

The air caught in your throat as a familiar feeling sneaked up on you. Your vision got gradually more blurry from how good the build up felt, the warmth spreading from your core out through your muscles making the cold air and ink against your bare skin feel oh so welcoming. You let your head lean back as loving hands wiped away your tears before they rolled down the side of your face. Those same hands tilted your head to look in the direction of one of her many clone's face. The warm material of her helm where you assumed her lips would be pressed against your lips before pulling away, booping your nose with a clean fingertip as the other hands exploring you began to slow.

"Ensure the subject is prepared to continue." A familiar elegant voice echoed from the speakers of the relay, the Follies tilted their heads as they looked at you squirming, biting back a whine as you mourned the sudden loss of friction and movement when you were so, so close.

"I'm okay Follie, please-"

You looked towards the 'original' Follie who was stood a small distance away, a canvas angled so she could see both you and what she was painting. Her palms pressed against the curve of her hips as her fingers tapped against her plating in a steady rhythm, taking your words into consideration and nodding a moment after. Her fingers curled around her brush once more and movement from her clones resumed.

She carefully dragged her brush against the canvas, looking up from time to time to properly take in the sight of what state her touch could put you in. Familiar laughter spread like echoes across a corridor through her clones which surrounded you. But it was not the intimidating, forced laugh she put on during her hunts when she became enraged but a relaxed, carefree sound of genuine joy.

You wanted to laugh along with them, your lips curling into a smile but quickly parting to let another moan spill out as your legs tensed up. Your vision blurred once more and your fingers tangled with those of two of the hands exploring you, gripping on for dear life as the rest of her clones supported your weight and movements. You felt their grip tightening and easing as your body began to shake. Your back arched, fresh tears of pleasure rolling down your face for the nth time that night.

When you calmed down, you heard slow, controlled clapping from the one by the canvas. It appeared that she was finished with her project. She set the canvas aside to dry as her clones used old towels to wipe the sweat off of your body, smudging the ink patterns as they tried to dry you off but stains remained. You found it adorable how desperately they wanted to clean you up, your fingers gently traced the side of one of the Follie's helm, guiding her into a smooch.

"Its okay, I like the way it looks."

They seemed to beam at that, looking over the river of marks that flowed over your skin that they had created, taking pride in every little detail as the ink finally sunk into your skin. You were aware you wouldn't be able to transfer back into your warframe until you had completely washed it off but you honestly couldn't care less at the moment as your girlfriend and her many clones held you so lovingly and carefully as if you were a statue of glass.

[tanderhasthoughts]

Good Day to you! My brains been occupied with the gigantic mech that is Ultra Magnus recently and I was wondering what your take on him with a chubby reader would be? (Not in a weird way, purely just admiration type stuff) can be SFW and NSFW whatever you're willing to write, thankyou!! :]

This is written in a way that can be read as both human! and mech!reader - mainly I just avoid any actually, like, "robot" language if that makes any sense. Chubby is the sexiest anyone can be and I am putting a FLAG on that hill

Ultra Magnus x Chubby!Mech!Reader

He grew to like you quickly.

That surprised him most of all, catching himself watching you leave and wishing you’d turn back around to stay somewhere he could see you. Stay where he can watch you do what you do best and simply admire your figure that does much more to him than assure him, you’re protected from harm.

His hands press down hard on his housing with every ounce of strength used to keep his spike where it’s supposed to be as you present your newest idea. Strolling around his office and accentuating your gestures. The sway of your hips grabbing more of his attention than your words and he’s internally berating himself for getting distracted.

It truly doesn’t help that you know of his infatuation with you. He may be the most stoic mech you have ever had to bother dealing with, but he is not a very good liar.

The datapads are thrown aside, knocking into some of his own yet he doesn’t seem to notice or care. Focused on you standing right there and he immediately notices how easily he could push you down against his desk and-

Your servos land on top of his own as you sit on the very edge of his knees. Helping his efforts, though even he knows you aren’t doing that. The light pressure as your thumbs digs into the seams and he twitches in the hold you have on him.

He doesn’t trust himself, be that his words or his hands. Simply doing as he’s told as you gently take his wrists and brings them to your thighs and Magnus is certain he is dreaming.

Yeah, a wet dream, he remembers they’re called. There is no way to otherwise explain this. Oh, but he doesn’t want it to end. To have his hands empty of you, to not have the weight of you against him. He finds himself tracing your edges up to your waist, working his way to your back as you shiver and giggle and he thinks he’s falling even harder for you.

[anastasius-writes]

Some Rodimus x Reader nsfw please with reader sat on his lap in his office.

Focus

His shaking servos and twitching digits couldn't find any proper purchase anywhere on your frame. His ex-vents getting more shaky and frequent. Your sweet conjux had gotten told off by Ultra Magnus again for not being up to date on the forms that he requested to be filled in on all the data pads he had been piling up on his desk or even on the floor. You figured as his conjux you could help motivate him a bit, of course not doing the work for him, that would be too easy and would mean you'd have to do his paperwork all the time. Which is where your processor gave you a brilliant idea that Rodimus' horny ass obviously agreed to, but was quickly beginning to regret as he realized it would mean he'd actually have to do all the overdue work he had.

NSFW under the cut, MDNI.

"B-Baby please." He shivered under you, trapped against his office chair and you atop of him, his spike nestled snugly into your warm valve.

You'd been sitting like this for… well… a while now, but hey its not your fault! His fault for having so much work to do! You sat patiently in his lap, arms folded over your chest plate as you watched him sign and skim over multiple agreements for policies, shipments, future plans and whatnot. He'd already considered just agreeing to everything and getting this over with but you reminded him that the contents of this could be important he'd regret it later to which he nodded along like a sad puppy and read through the one he was about to obliviously sign off.

You watched him pick up the nth data pad for the night, his optics gazing over the text on the form, half paying attention and half completely flying over his head as he scrolled down to put his signature on the form. You felt a soft drag against your insides, letting out a soft ex-vent and allowing yourself to enjoy it, but then realizing that Rodimus was trying to cheat his way out of this predicament made you stiffen up and slap the plating of his thigh.

"Okay okay! Geez!" You heard him hiss from behind you, but not in the usual energetic tone you'd hear from him every day. You were slightly surprised to hear him speak in a hushed tone, biting back shivering more.

"You know the rules, no moving until you're done with the work." You pointed accusingly at him, to which he grumbled and placed a kiss on your dermas, biting down on your lower lip ever so gently before pulling away.

"I'm doing it though." Rodimus mumbled quietly into your audial, you didn't have to look over to know he was pouting, you could hear it in his tone.

"I know you are, sweet spark. But there's still some more to do." You whispered back as you looked at roughly 10 more data pads on the table. Rodimus leaned in and pressed soft kisses against the panels of your shoulder and some of the cables at the back of your neck.

"Roddy…"

"Mhph…"

He didn't argue as he slowly picked up another data pad and one by one he continued to fill them out, making a point to press another kiss against your plating after finishing every form or just idly while 'reading' through its contents, rushing more and more until at the final one he completely skipped the content and wrote his name down in unreadable scribbles that he would definitely get a telling off for before tossing the pad to the floor without any hesitation. You didn't even have time tell him off as he wrapped his arms around your midsection, folding you (as gently as a mech as desperate and energetic as Rodimus can) over the now-empty desk and pressing himself as close to you as possible before setting a relentless pace, his entire body shaking.

By now his processor was so clouded with need he didn't even care to quiet his moans as they filled the room, ignoring the possibility that even this late some bots might still be wandering the halls of the ship and might overhear the noises from his office. His pretty spike dragged in and out of your insides in a way that felt just right, poor thing was already leaking so much transfluid from you warming it for so long, and it felt even better when he reached his hand down under you to lift your backside ever so slightly, hitting a new angle that made your vision glitch and your grip on the desk tighten.

" Ah frag- T-Thank you baby- hah- thank you-" He whimpered soft thank yous and praises as he pounded into you as fast as he could, pressing kisses into your back and neck which only ever so slightly muffled him.

His pace quickly became irregular, probably due to the obnoxious amount of time you spent cock warming him during his work to the extent that a good portion of his inner thighs was slick with transfluid that had leaked out of you. His ex-vents and moans become louder with every slam of his plating against yours, and with one final harsh thrust he spilled inside of you, tensing up with his knees almost buckling under him. He dug his denta into your neck cables but even that did little to muffle the string of whimpers and moans from him.

"O-Oh Primus. If I knew this was what I could have done all along while working, Ultra Magnus would have nothing to nag me about." He breathlessly chuckled at his own comment. "Can- can we- every time?" He asked, giving you puppy-optics and pouting as he gently moved you around so you could comfortable sit on his desk, pulling his spike out your entrance to watch the transfluid leak out a bit which made a massive grin spread across his face.

"Ah scrap that. C'mon baby, let's get to our berth so we don't make a bigger mess here."

[anastasius-writes]

Hello may I ask if you can do Minecraft Mobs also? Or just Minecraft mods in general?

For right now I'll say I'm only writing for the stalker trio from Dwellers (Knocker / August / Lenny) due to personal preference and also just easier since they are heavily humanoid so I feel comfortable writing for them. But also my mob bias has always been Enderman so maybe just maybe I'll update the rules to include those too (only fluffy stuff for them though, no smut). I don't think I'd be comfortable writing for any other mob though since all of them just sort of wanna kill anything living and breathing and I can't exactly see them as capable of rational thought and I'm not writing for shady stuff like that so yeah that's my limit for that I'm afraid chief

[neurodivergent-fruit-loop]

"Tenno, you're an excellent hunter!" Thanks, I have this neat thing called praise kink.

[carcharchin-rs]

Cephalons pt 2

seperate transperant sprites also for the prev cephalons below