oh my god my old account got nerfed, i became too powerful. It's transman himbo tho, i haven't been on tumbler in like 2 months i have SOOOO much to catch up on. I've missed reading your stories :( excited tho because i get to binge them all now. My 22nd birthday is coming up I can't believe its been a year since i found your blog! thank you for feeding the fandom Revel and thank you for reading our silly asks
Hey! Welcome back and happy birthday!
Warm
ES Megatron x Reader
• “What are you thinking about?” Turning at the low rumble of his voice, you smile as you listen to the rain coming down just outside the shelter. Shoulder lifting slightly in a shrug, you slowly inhale. ‘How different it is here,’ you admit. Because it’s strange to not have to worry about work, rent, anything really. It’s just you and him. Hadn’t really understood how stressed you were until meeting him.
• “Different in what way?” He asks slowly, wondering if you like it here or if you miss other humans, having your human things. ‘It’s peaceful. I feel like I can breathe,’ you answer, a shoulder lifting in a shrug and he relaxes. Can’t help but expect that eventually you’ll ask him to take you back. That this place isn’t suitable for humans. Isn’t enough. That he won’t be enough.
• “It’s yours as long as you want it to be,” he replies and you smile at how serious he sounds. ‘What if I never wanted to leave?’ You ask, looking up at him and he glances at you, his optics studying you. ‘What if you grow tired of me?’ Hate that insecure voice in the back of your head that whispers that he will. That you’re always too much. That you’re fun until people really get to know you and then they drift away.
• “What if you grow tired of me?” He counters and you make a face. “I’m blunt. I can be too intense. Quick to lose my temper,” he adds and you lean over to rest your head against his arm. ‘Well, I second guess everything and sabotage myself and my relationships,’ you tell him and he smiles faintly. “Sounds like we’re meant to be.” Rumbling as you huff out a soft laugh, he studies the storm outside the shelter.
• “Do you think this can really work? Long term?” You ask and he clears his vents. ‘I want it to,’ he says to make you smile, because it’s what you want to hear. That he wants you here. Wants to try to make this work. “Me, too,” you admit as thunder rumbles in the distance. Never really had a relationship like this. One where there were no expectations, no demands. Where you could just be you and you wouldn’t be judged. And you don’t want to lose this.
FFFFFFFFFFFF- Ok! I had this thought last night and I knew I needed to share it with you
... Basically, I was thinking about how a lot of AUs feature human/transformers relationships as fairly common and even have harems + brothels
Which thennnnnn led me to think of this scenario; One of the Maximals offhandedly mentions wanting to start a family with their human mate, which causes Dinobot to scoff. He doesn't get why anyone would even flirt with a human, let alone mate with them. Not because he dislikes humans or anything, he's just a purist, and doesn't see the appeal. "Why would anyone want to be with some... Puny, weak, pile of flesh, when there's perfectly good cybertronians everywhere?"
He remains that way for a bit, UNTIL -!
Dinobot finds himself in a nasty rut and no matter how hard ( 😏heh heh ) he tries to 'take care of it' himself, nothing works. He doesn't have any cybertronian partners to pair with, and lord knows he's NOT going to ask any of the Maximals for help! So poor DB has no choice but to seek a human centered/owned brothel. Lest he spend the rest of the month perpetually hot, annoyed, and horny
DB just wants this whole "embarrassing" ordeal over with, so he just picks whatever random woman that looks strong enough to take him, and they go off to a private room...
He only meant it to last until his rut was settled.
It went on for hours.
Dinobot could hardly believe how good it felt.
Humans are so much softer than he could ever have imagined.
And oh, Primus, the noises... The noises they make are heavenly.
Now Dinobot understood why a bot would choose this
Now he couldn't get enough.
So he gives her the most desperate, passionate, and hardest 'event' of a lifetime.
The poor human was a mess at the end of it.
But it was the best night she's had yet.
Cut to some time later, Dinobot is now one of the most popular bots among local human women (he probably has at least a few sparklings on the way too). DB doesn't care what anyone else thinks anymore. He discovered the wonders of human companionship and has no intention of turning back. The maximals are dumbfounded at first, but then they can't help but laugh. "I guess not even the ol' raptor was immune to human fever, was he?"
Nghhhh this is so hot omg - 10/10, gorgeous scenario
Pls - does dinobot step up as a sire? He's got himself a harem of humans he's gotta support
Imagine him sitting down with a bunch of dinobabies in his lap, chewing on his various parts. They're little shits, but their HIS little shits
May we get a cyberverse Soundwave series here? I find that that Soundwave variant is just so full of personality (not that the others aren’t, he’s just the star of the cyberverse show imo) 🔥
Sure! He’s pretty
Reverse Soft AU
Cyberverse Soundwave x Reader
• Clearing his vents as he glances at a camera mounted high on a wall, his plating barely ruffles before he keeps walking. It’s hard not to wonder if those cameras could be used to track Cybertronians, though. If the feed is being used to make dossiers of routines. That would make it easier to know when a lone Cybertronian will be in a given place at a given time, making it easier to follow them. To find an opportunity to drive them into an alley away from the traffic. Servos reaching to touch the damaged brick of the nearest building, he turns slightly. Standing at the mouth of the alley as he lines his own servos up with the broken brick. There’s not much traffic this time of night, hasn’t seen a car drive by in a about a breem. But then, this isn’t a good part of town at night. Studying the scrapes and scuffs on the ground of the alley, he can almost see it. What happened here.
• Turning slowly, he studies the street. Noting the skid marks on the asphalt. Had assumed it was young humans playing. Doing so called donuts in the street. But now he studies the markings. Imagining the vehicle speeding down the street, turning sharply. Slamming into the mech right as he’d been standing in front of the alley. Driving him between the buildings. Meaning there’d be- right. Staring at the lines of broken and gouged brick on either side of the inside of the alley. His shoulder plating had scraped as he’d been driven in. Wedging him where he couldn’t move easily. Rocking back a step as his servos flex, he studies the alley. Where did they go from there? Turning to study the road again, he examines the skid marks. What if there were two vehicles? One to drive the target into an enclosed space and another to load him up when they were done incapacitating him somehow? Catching movement, his head turns. Seeing blinds shift in a window. An apartment.
• Heart racing because there’s one of them outside your building, you see the shadow moving on the other side of the blind and you back away from the glass. Skin prickling when the mech taps on the window, you fumble for your phone. “I just want to ask a question,” he says, low voice shockingly soft as your fingers tighten on your phone. “I’m looking for someone.” The other one. You’d seen him, been accustomed to him. The mech had never bothered to mass shift, so you’d seen his shadow passing almost every day. Is this guy a friend of his? “I’m being nice right now, but I could break the glass if I wanted to. Easily,” he adds.
• Rocking back when the blinds get pulled up and the window shoved open, you stare up at him, expression wary. Not a terrible instinct. Sees your eyes flick past him toward the alley and a grim certainty that you saw something sinks into him. “I don’t want any trouble,” you say and he inclines his head. ‘And I don’t want to cause you any. But a friend of mine is missing. They live near here. Would have walked this way to go home,’ he coaxes and your shoulders hunch. ‘I’m just worried about them. That’s all,’ he says and your eyes flick to his visored optics and away. ‘If you saw anything, it could help me find him.’
• That voice is coaxing, friendly to make you want to help him. But you’re pretty sure that you weren’t supposed to see any of what happened. That you shouldn’t be talking to him right now. Swallowing as he hooks a servo against the railing, it’s the fact that he’s asking at all. Because you’re aware that he could probably smash his hand into the building to grab you if he wanted to. Hurt you into talking instead of asking you to help him voluntarily. “I saw the oversized truck they loaded him into. The logo on it. It was like a mask,” you admit and his head tilts. ‘Could you draw it for me?’ He asks and you bite the inside of your cheek, but nod.
Ballpoint sneaking into your bag while you're in public and being brought to your house. Once you're settled in for bed, ballpoint creeping up your bed to your sleeping form. Removing your underwear, he gets to work-
1. Rubbing your clit and sucking on it. Letting his little glossa flick against the soft nub and feverishly humping his spike into your wet pussy. Of course, his spike is too small to be felt much- so you don't awaken. Unaware of the bot cumming again and again into your pussy with dreams of having a family with you.
2. Lapping at the head of your cock. Wrapping his tiny servos around the shaft, slowly working up and down the foreskin. Him humping his tiny valve against the heavy weight of your balls as kisses and servicing your boner. Then when you cum, drinking it straight from the source- his tiny belly bulging from human semen. Better yet, him scooping up some of your hot white spunk to finger it into his valve <3
Anon I think our minds connected because I was actually thinking of Ballpoint somno a few days ago before this ask-
What I would like to imagine is Ballpoint becoming too confident in fucking you while you sleep. He WANTS you to know he’s taking advantage of your unconscious body. He wakes you up and says he’s going to fuck you only for him to be grabbed and thrown on to bed and have his valve fucked for the first of the night instead. Plan failed successfully?
Realistically I don’t he would actually do what I just wrote but I think he’d like to role play that scenario. To be in a supposed position of power only to be literally flipped on its head. I think what you described is what he’d actually do.
Spike/Pussy and Valve/Cock differences are just chefs kiss in this 🤌
In 2 he needs to stop being such a pussy though!!! Ballpoint I know you are 100% valve but that means you are meant to breed not tease! Bounce on that cock!
If he REALLY wants a family I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you slid him his valve on your cock like a tight fitting glove or ride him and suffocate him in your scent and wet pussy.
But maybe you sleeping is a part of it for him, it means he’s stealthy and actually doing something right (I will not stop bullying him) You’re the only person he has any power over. He wants to keep it that way.
quick little ballpoint x ftm!reader smut ficlet while it's still fresh in my mind. low effort bc i'm tired and should probably be sleeping rather than writing smut. see my most recently answered asks for context... or not. i'm not your dad.
"you, uh... you doing alright?"
"o-oh yeah! yeah, i'm fine! yep! totally! i just... i-i need a minute."
to be honest, you weren't sure how ballpoint even managed to get this far. the little bot had managed to sink himself halfway down onto your tdick, but going any further seemed to be quite the challenge for him. his thighs were quivering as he held himself up, and his tiny servos gripped onto your finger as if he were holding on for dear life.
"are you sure?" you asked him, hoping that he wasn't in pain. yeah, it definitely felt fantastic to have your tdick in a hole that tight, but it didn't mean much if he wasn't enjoying it, too. "look, we don't have to do this if-"
"i wanna do it!" ballpoint cut in, his forehead scrunched up as he tried to concentrate on the task at hand. "i know i can. it's just... i-i mean, you're so big, and i've never done something like this before, so..."
ballpoint took a deep breath, clearly trying to steel his nerves. trying to reassure him, you gently rubbed the side of his helm with your thumb and said, "just take it slow, alright? don't rush yourself."
a shaky smile spread over ballpoint's cute little face as he leaned into your touch. "thanks," he said with a nervous laugh. "i can do this. i know i can."
after a moment's rest, ballpoint readjusted in your hand and slowly sank himself down the rest of the way, letting out adorably pathetic little huffs and whines. you kept as still as possible despite the urge to thrust up into him the rest of the way - the last thing you wanted to do was somehow hurt him during his first time.
with one last little quiet sob, ballpoint managed to sink himself down all the way, his spindly legs shaking beneath him. he took a moment to collect himself, his death grip on your finger unwavering as he let himself get used to the stretch.
"you feeling ok?" you asked him, continuing to stroke his helm. ballpoint whimpered as he shifted his hips back and forth.
"'s so big," he slurred, somehow sounding like he was close to overloading already. "primus, 's like you're in my spark..."
ohhhh, the urge to fuck him stupid was getting harder and harder to resist. watching him squirm as he rocked his hips, you wondered just how long it would take for him to overload, or how many overloads he could take.
after a minute, ballpoint nodded and said with whatever determination he still had to muster, "a-alright, i'm ready."
"you sure?" you asked, which made him nod vigorously.
"yeah," he said, sounding out of breath already. "please, just... f-fuck me. i can take it."
that was all the permission you needed. readjusting your grip on him, you slowly pulled out until just the tip was inside, then rutted back up into him hard, making ballpoint cry out, "s-so big! too big!!"
"want me to stop?" you quickly asked, but ballpoint wasn't having it.
"NO!" he yelled, surprisingly loud for such a small bot. "i can take it! i can take it! pleeeease, pleasepleaseplease, harder-!!"
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