Mature content is officially blocked here in my country. I can't access most of the content already on this blog and any new posts marked as mature.
Since I made this account specifically to share this flavor of things, and it kinda defeats its purpose. And I'm not sending my face or documents for Tumblr. Yikes.
I'm starting from scratch on a side blog with my main account since THAT isn't blocked yet. A shame, since I liked the anonymity. New blog is @emtrashcan and is empty for now.
Will also work on uploading my fics ao3 (em_trashcan). Fuck censoring.
Yap about your favorite Transformer and how they chose you (yes. You know you didn't choose your favorite. You wanted to like Optimus or Megatron, but here you are salivating over this obscure (or not-so-obscure) character. You know I'm right. They're haunting your dreams and there is no stopping that).
Feel free to reblog and attach your favorite figure, panel, screenshot, moment of them or a photo of your entire shrine.
I'm not tagging anyone because anyone who sees this moot or not is legally allowed to yap
Heâs just this background character that showed up in the IDW comics and I remember liking his design. Being curious about him. But then I saw his ROTF comic design andâŚ. Things went downhill quickly from there. Sharp denta? Check. Monstrous? Check. Extra arms for holding and pinning a partner down (what drew me to Rammatraâs design originally)? Check. This mech is just pure, gorgeous candy. It doesnât hurt that heâs willing to risk retaliation to treat Autobots AND Decepticons both on the battlefield, either.
I started out hating him. Such a little shit, he murdered someone on episode 1! He's so full of himself and a backstabbing piece of shit why would anyone like him?
Right?
...RIGHT???
Well too bad for me he looks pathetic AND oddly cute while doing his shit. He killed someone but he can't NOT pathetically brag about it any chance he gets. And his wings. Those darn adorable wings that he keels flapping around like the big ass mosquito he is.
He has the gall to act all high and smug AND his lack of shame is so astronomic that it somehow loops right around to be comedic. I love to see him get beat up and suffer for his crimes. And I love that he's such a cockroach that he goes right back to them like it's the only thing his braincell can focus on.
He's so smart. He's so dumb. I want to hug him and I want to bite him.
So my beta reader for the Big Fics is an astrophysicist, right. Who is currently also writing a hard sci-fi novel about the exploration of Phobos (more power to them, I cannot with the physics required for that, best I can do is soft sci-fi/fantasy and that reminds me I should finish that story).
Anyway I was bitching about how hard it is to come up with feasible planets in Star Wars because sometimes you need a new planet from scratch and sometimes you need to know more about a planet than the 'has jungles, is probably a moon technically' than Wookieepedia will give you, and they're like 'oh yeah I can do something about that'.
So they've written (in Matlab but they swear it will run as a .exe as well and I may be conscripted to embed it as a web tool at some point) a star system generator.
You input what you know about the planet (ecosystem, population, sun colour, does it have liquid water, does it have a moon or moons, is it a moon or moons, temperature averages, atmosphere, you get me) and it will give you the... everything else about the star system, in obedience to real-universe physics. And if you input nothing you get a randomly generated star system.
And Iâm like oh I know people who will be into this with a vengeance, and they're not on Tumblr, so this is me seeing who exactly would be keen on, and I cannot stress this enough, a real-physics comprehensive star system generator.
It's still in the debugging phase (last error fixed: every planet wants to have a population of exactly 5000 regardless of other factors, turned out to be a missing equals sign somewhere), but I'm psyched for this and trying to gauge interest for how high a priority 'make this an accessible web tool' needs to be.
Warnings/Content: mass displacement, fluff, kissing, GN!reader, no use of Y/N, reader lives on a farm
Author's Note: this may be ooc for Starscream but idc this has been bouncing around my head for ages.
The size difference was never an issue.
In fact, you liked it. Starscream was 16 feet of metal and shrieking ego and yet he handled you like you were made of glass. Like you were a tiny, delicate thing heâd hold in his hand and gently brush his claws against you, lift you up higher so you could press tiny kisses against his faceplate. And heâd lean into them with a fervent desire of something never having known softness. Youâd sometimes think heâd purr if he could.
You still sometimes wished for closeness.
Human closeness. The ability to throw your arms around his neck or have him pick you up without worrying heâd crush you. You knew what you weâre getting into when you started a relationship with an alien robot 3 times your size. But you were human after all.
You hadnât expected him to do anything about it, he liked being bigger, imposing, dominant. He never brought up the same kind of human complaints, the kind of things you assumed he found trivial.
Which is why you were stunned when you walked into the barn and he looked different.
Youâd gotten used to craning your neck before you even walked in, expecting to look up to see him sitting like an impatient cat youâd forgotten to feed, keen for your attention.
Except he wasnât sitting.
He was standing, arms folded over his chassis, looking deeply irritated for someone who had clearly done this to himself. He was still tall, taller than any human had any right to be but he wasnât towering over the rafters any more. He wasnât so far above you that your first instinct was to tread carefully in fear of being crushed.
âWell?â Starscream broke the silence. âAre you going to stare at me all day?â
You realised you hadnât said a word since you walked in, far too taken with how much smaller, how much closer he was to you. You finally blinked.
âI-â you tried hard to find the words. âYouâre smaller.â
That made him laugh, a short, thin bark at your truly articulate response.
âI am not smaller. I am employing mass displacement.â He replied with his usual tone of grandiosity. At your blank stare, he let out an irritated sound.
âA sophisticated manipulation of frame density and subspace storage. I would not expect an organic to understand.â
You smiled at his posturing, looking him up and down with a quickly softening expression. That seemed to irritate him further.
âDo you have any idea how uncomfortable it is to compress a frame built for flight, speed, and superiority into this ridiculous scale?â
âAnd you did it for me.â You said, finally walking closer, loose hay crunching underfoot. The sunlight streaming in from the high window only served to make him look more otherworldly, a mechanical angel framed by sunlight.
âI did not-â he halted as you stopped in front of him. You were close enough now that he didnât have to lift you. Close enough that your presence wasnât something held carefully in his hand, but something beside him. It was strange and intimate in a way that almost made him uncomfortable. He still towered over you, but the difference was so little compared to what you were used to, you were close enough that you could reach for him without waiting for him to let you.
So you didnât wait.
You stepped forwards, hesitant at first. Your hands settled against the hard planes of his frame first, uncertain, testing. Then you stepped in and let your arms close around as much of him as you could.
It wasnât graceful. He was still too broad, to sharp-edged, too unlike anything human. But he went very still beneath your touch.
You closed your eyes, resting your cheek against his chassis, warm skin against cool metal. There was no rise and fall of breath but he wasnât silent. You listened to the low hum of his systems beneath the plating, the quiet whirring of cooling fans, the faint tick of shifting components and the muted pulse of something deeper. A strange, alien heartbeat. His systems carried a faint jet-engine whine, subdued now, but still present beneath the plating. You knew he was alive, in a different way to you, perhaps. But hearing it, feeling him beneath your hands, was so altering that it almost brought you to tears.
He hesitated for a moment before one hand found your upper back, the other coming to rest against the back of your head, servos combing through your hair. Even now he was being gentle with you.
âHold me tighter.â You said, your voice almost a plea.
Starscream tightened his grip, pulling you further into his arms and the flood of emotion you felt for him, for your relationship made your chest tighten. You raised your head, looking up at him to see he was already watching you, red optics softened and his expression unarmed in a way you didnât get to see very often. He was always guarded, feelings buried beneath layers of ego, attitude and the many years he spent alone or constantly expecting conflict. He didnât have to be that with you. He was learning that.
You rose up on your tiptoes and he leant down to meet you.
The kiss wasnât hurried or desperate. It was soft and hesitant, like you were both unsure about whether or not this was ok. His hand left your hair, instead moving to the curve of your lower back where he pulled you closer still, deepening the kiss as if trying to memorise the shape of your mouth against his. When you finally pulled away, you were pink cheeked and panting softly.
âWas this what you were imagining?â he asked softly.
âkiss me again.â You replied breathlessly, looking up at him with half lidded eyes, your lips parted expectantly.
âAs you wishâ.
He kissed you again and didnât stop until you needed to come up for air.
I love how the notes for this are just chock full of examples of the most batshit specific things people research for their fanfics. Truly a treasure trove.
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Foursome, Female!Reader, (Jealousy and a little fighting). Blowjob, penetration, cunnilingus.
English isn't my native language. 18+ (There's a little lot of text here too)
The doors slid open with a clatter, you and Skywarp turned your gaze towards Thundercracker as he entered. Starscream, dozing behind you, stirred. Your hands reached out instinctively towards the blue mech, and he shifted, leaning towards you as you stood on their shared bed, and, smiling gently, touched the tip of his nose to yours.
"Youâre not in such a hurry to greet us," a voice from behind made you jump. Turning round, you met Starscreamâs still sleepy but clearly displeased gaze. Always so jealousâŚ
âDonât make things up. Itâs just that I donât see TC very often, thatâs all. I love you both equally.â
âThem both equally?â Skywarp sounded offended now. Oh, God...
Thundercracker couldnât help but chuckle to himself at the amused look on your face. His right servo supports weight as he leans over you. Mech's lips are close to yours, as if soaking up the warmth before tasting it; the distance between you closes smoothly, and cold palms suddenly grab you under the armpits, pulling you away from the blue Decepticon. You donât have time to catch Skywarpâs gaze as he interrupts your intimate moment, covering you himself and snatching a kiss. His sharp fingers dig into your cheeks and waist, leaving marks.
The two brothersâ eyes are locked on each other; TCâs claws have dug into the metal, causing Warp to smirk smugly and slide the tip of his glossa into your soft little mouth. Starscream felt the wires around his neck bend slightly as he swallowed; his drowsiness gave way to a heat, stronger than any fever.
Ceasing the sweet assault on lips, the con pulled away, leaving a thin thread of saliva between your tongues. Your gaze finally met Thundercrackerâs red optics, which had grown brighterâno, hotter, he drew close to you again, abruptly, as if you were about to be taken away once more â for a second, Skywarpâs claws actually tightened their grip, as if unwilling to share â and almost struck you with a kiss. The metal presses against you with such force that it threatens to leave bruises on your lips, and you moan in protest.
Skywarpâs fingers move to your breasts; he presses his faceplate against the top of your head, warming it with hot air whilst simultaneously squeezing your nipples.
"So defenceless in front of the three of us, arenât you?" Starscreamâs hot breath tickles one ear as he moves closer. Heâs almost purring, feeling the heat from just the sight of the Seekers caressing and kissing your yielding body. He remembers your last evening together as a foursome, remembers the mingled scents, the wet surfaces, your sweet moans and that enveloping, tingling softnessâŚ
Another tip of the tongue joined in, sliding over your ear, down to neck, and to your shoulder to push aside the fabric of clothes and bite.
TC and Skywarp swap places, as if competing to see who can cover more of your mouth with their glossas, and hands, hands, hands. Theyâre everywhere. They squeeze, they slide, they slip under your clothes, tearing away the tiresome fabric, knowing theyâll buy you plenty more of these rags. Thundercracker steps back, watching with pleasure as you breathe heavily, your bitten skin now bare. The texture of your flesh arouses something akin to hunger in him; every inch of silky skin begs to be marked, bitten, scratchedâŚ
Warp's palms turn you over, pressing your face against the bed, the metalâs cold sears the skin and legs twitch involuntarily as his claw slides playfully over the last piece of fabric on your body. Con hooks the edges of the lingerie, taking his time, scratching your skin, revelling in the scent of your arousal. He is interrupted when your calf is grabbed and pulled away from Skywarp, who cries out âHey!â
Your goose-pimpled back catches the heat of his groin plates when Starscream sits you down on his lap. Without hesitation, he pulls your underwear off, gathering the moisture of arousal on his fingers before sliding them over your clitoris, making your thighs trembling and press together. Thunder has already opened his plates and clamped down hard on the base of his dripping spike. His optics, slightly dimmed, are fixed on your thighs and glistening labia.
"Why is it you? You were first last time!" Skywarp, however, refuses to take Starscreamâs actions for granted and tries to pull you back towards him, but the hands of Trine's leader hold you fast.
âI was first last time, and Iâll be first this time too!â His fingers continue to caress your clitoris in circular motions, eliciting quiet moans from you, drowned out by the two of them arguing. Starscream suddenly cried out, pulling his hand away from you. âWhat the frag, TC, you bit me!?â
Heâs doesnât reply; long fingers slide beneath you, lifting your hips, and mouth practically sucks onto you, making you arch back with a moan and search for something to hold onto with fingers. His tongue glides over your clitoris, thumbs massage lower abdomen, lips descend to the tiny entrance of your pussy to lap up the moisture of arousal and rise again to clitoris.
You come shamelessly quickly; neither of the other two seekers had time to intervene or even utter a word before you, still in the same position, curling your toes and exhaled with pleasure. Thundercracker pulls away from you with satisfaction. He looks at his brothers in turn with smugness, before making a couple of final strokes with his fist along the length of his spike and ejaculating onto the metal in several spurts.
Skywarp was the first to come to his senses; he shoved Starscream in the shoulder, causing him to tumble off the bed with a yelp and a crash. He pulled your limp little body back toward him, opening his groin panel, and, positioning himself behind you, smoothly sank into your tight pussy a quarter, halfway, all the way in. Oh, how sweetly you moan at the thickness of his spikeâŚ
He immediately starts thrusting his hips, paying no attention to anyone in the room except your back. His engines roar, the room fills with your moans and the quick, lewd slaps. Your palms clench and unclench, nipples rub against the metal beneath you, and you unconsciously try to crawl away from the slaps of thighs, which will leave bruises, but he wraps arms around your waist and pulls you back into place. The stretching is unlike anything else; every nerve is touched as he slides back and forth, the recent orgasm releasing you, giving way to a new one.
âFuck, pleaseâŚâ your voice is hoarse; you donât know exactly what youâre begging for.
Starscream watches with a smirk as Skywarp fucks you in that doggy style position, while TC cums again, pleasuring himself at the sight. âHow would you feel if I snatched her away from you right before you reboot?â
âDon't. You. Dareâ Con thrusts grew more frantic; he covered you with his frame in a protective manner and Starscream just snorted. He sees you open your mouth in a moan, a string of saliva stretching from the roof of your mouth to your pink tongue. PrimusâŚ
The Trine leader climbed over Thundercracker, who was resting contentedly with his optics closed, to sit across from you with his typical sly grin. âHey, princess,â Starscream lifted your chin, ignoring Warpâs warning growl. âCome on, look at me. Open your little mouth.â
The tip of his graceful spike slid across your lips, muffling moan of another orgasm, and the claws clamped down on your hair as he longed to plunge into that mouth, all the way down your throat, you continue to moan, and red optics of the seeker flicker from the vibration. He's thrusts, again and again, giving you a little time, and after a while you join in yourself, sucking on his metal like a candy, swallowing the spike and pressing tip of your nose against the metallic pubis.
âG-good... girl.â The mech strokes your head with trembling fingers. They could never fuck anyone but you and get this much pleasure. Not even the most gifted priestesses of love from ancient Cybertron could surpass the hospitality of your soft throat and the tightness of your smooth, silky pussy.
Starscream and Skywarp reload simultaneously; their transfluid fills you from both sides, warming your lower abdomen and saturating your taste buds with the unique flavor of the viscous liquid. They release, causing you to cough and fall forward, your body sweaty and trembling.
Streams of transfluid flow down the inside of your thighs, pooling into a small puddle at your knees.
âTC⌠take her on,â Starscream leans back against the wall, spreading his legs and breathing heavily, not letting you catch your breath either. âI want her to take my size without any trouble when Iâll be ready.â
You donât have the strength to answer as, yet again, hands wrap around you and lift you up like a toy. And you wouldnât want it any other way.
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Omg now that old series are getting updates, is there hope for an ES Tarantulas, TFP Optimus or Blaster update? 𼚠I offer this humble Oppy on Wish Me Mell's throne.
Cute! đ
The Place That Makes Me Happy Pt 3
TFP Optimus x Reader
⢠Nodding slowly, itâs hard to tear your eyes away from his luminous optics as your skin prickles. A part of you aware that you should be screaming. Freaking out about giant, alien robots that turn into trucks, but you feel weirdly distant. Like this is all happening to someone else, not you. Youâre pretty sure that youâre in shock as you look back at the other human standing on a huge counter before looking at the red and white one. âDo you turn into a truck, too?â
⢠Frowning down at you, this isnât going how heâd expected and he shoots Ratchet a look as the medic shakes his head and tells you that no, his altmode is an ambulance. And youâre still nodding as Ratchetâs assistant waves their arms. âTheyâre in shock and probably one second from losing their shit,â theyâre calling out and youâre still just nodding as you mumble âoh, Iâm definitely in shock.â Can feel you faintly trembling in his cupped in his hands as you shakily inhale and he looks helplessly at Ratchet. Is shock like forced stasis maybe?
⢠Your hands are shaking as you try to push yourself more upright and every ache and bruise from the wreck makes itself known. Shuddering as your stomach lurches, your eyes squeeze shut. Fighting the urge to lose your lunch in the giantâs hands, youâre aware of the other human telling him to bring you over to them. Like this is all a normal day here rather than uncanny and surreal. âBreathe,â the giant that was a truck says, his low voice rumbling through you. And thatâs what tips you unceremoniously out of the strange numbness. Shoulders shaking as you wheeze and giggle like a lunatic at a giant robot telling you to take deep breaths.
⢠âThere it is,â Ratchetâs human murmurs as he carefully carries you closer to them on the counter as you laugh and tremble, hands over your mouth. And he wants to rumble at them when they reach for you as crazy as it is. Knows them. Knows theyâre trying to help, but heâs reluctant to let you go, to part with the fragile warmth of you after saving you. Servos faintly flexing as the other human pulls you out of his hand, his finials flick back when your knees buckle and you sit awkwardly on the counter. Wants to pick you back up, but the other human is kneeling beside you, an arm around your shoulders.
⢠âShoo, donât hover,â the other person is saying, flicking their hand dismissively at the giants like theyâre not even remotely worried about offending them. âThis is a human thing,â they add and you look up at the one that had held you so gently cradled in his massive hands. Maybe there really isnât anything to fear? âSo surprise, aliens are real,â theyâre saying as they drape a blanket around your shoulders. And your giant is lingering even as the other one lays a hand on his arm. Trying to get him to leave. âI know itâs a lot, but these guys are the good guys.â Inhaling shakily, your hands wonât stop trembling as they smile reassuringly. Like this is just a normal day here.
