Inky

I write whatever is in my heart | They/them | 20's | transformers is taking over my life

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MASTERLIST

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Oneshots

Preadator x afab reader 18+

Various autobots tits, ass, or thighs 18+

Various transformers reacting to cybertronian femme reader with leg tattoo

Decepticons x reader and minicon obsessed with anatomy 18+

Bumblebee x reader: Mission boredom 18+

Tfp Optimus Prime x reader: Partolling gone wrong

Tfp Optimus Prime x reader: Comfort 18+

Optimus Prime x reader: helping with flareups

Megatron x reader: Worship 18+

G1 Hound x gn bird shapeshifter reader

Tfp Optimus Prime x neurodivergent reader: Overstimulation

Tfp knockout x gn afab reader: Guilty pleasure 18+

Transformers prime

Megatron x reader x Soundwave

Chance encounters part 1

Chance encounters part 2

Chance encounters part 3

Chance encounters part 4

Chance encounters part 5

Chance encounters part 6

Chance encounters part 7

Chance encounters part 8

Chance encounters part 9

Chance encounters part 10

Chance encounters part 11

Chance encounters part 12

Chance encounters part 13

Optimus Prime x reader x Ratchet

TW for past abuse

Eyes full of wonder part 1

Eyes full of wonder part 2

Eyes full of wonder part 3

Eyes full of wonder part 4

Eyes full of wonder part 5

Mario games

Bowser x reader [In hiatus]

Fireheart chapter 1

Fireheart chapter 2

Fireheart chapter 3

Fireheart chapter 4

Fireheart chapter 5

Fireheart chapter 6

Fireheart chapter 7

Fireheart chapter 8

Fireheart chapter 9

Fireheart chapter 10

Fireheart chapter 11

Undertale

Swaptale Papyrus x reader (completed)

First the dead rise and now SKELETONS?

Heavy TW for blood and gore

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Read the finished story on my Ao3

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Heyo! I found you via AO3 and I just adore your writing!

May I have some TFP Knock Out fucking afab gn reader in the ass (for "experimental" purposes)? I've always thought that he'd have a guilty pleasure for anal. Maybe with some toys?

Thank you! 🥰

Tfp Knockout would definitely own toys and be down for experimenting. Out of every character from that show he's in my top five favorites.

Tfp Knockout x gn afab human reader

Guilty pleasure

Smut, 18+

• When he first suggested trying anal it wasn't too surprising. For such a posh bot he was surprisingly kinky.

• He had a whole box full of toys that were either used on you or him. Even when mass displaced he was still much bigger than you so he had to prep you to be able to take his spike.

• Of course almost all the toys were in his color scheme. He absolutely loved to see you stuffed or tied up in red. Even your straps were red with black accents.

Now you were on your hands and knees on your bed as he toyed with the plug in your ass. You had spent the last hour stretching your hole to prepare for his spike. All the while his sharp digits groped and rubbed along your body while avoiding the place you wanted him to touch the most. Your poor pussy was making a mess between your thighs as he angled the plug to rub against your walls. When he finally decided you were ready he gently pulled it out while his dermas brushed against the back of your neck.

When you whined at the empty feeling he let out a deep chuckle. "Don't worry dear, I'll fill you up again with something much more satisfying." His hot ex-vent washed over you as you felt something much bigger than a plug rub between your cheeks. Your toes curled as you felt the head of his spike press against your hole. You let out a deep sigh as you felt his length push deep inside your ass. Once his hips were flush against yours you couldn't help but try to grind against him. You haven't been allowed to cum yet and you were pent up enough to the point of tears.

Both of his servos grabbed your hips to keep you still as he moved his denta to nip along your shoulder. "Patience sweetspark." He hummed as he started leaving marks along your shoulder and neck. When you clenched around his length he groaned as his digits squeezed your sides. He let out an amused huff as he shifted on his knees. "If you don't frag me right now then I'll hide all of your polish." You threatened as you glared at him over your shoulder. He returned your glare as he bared his denta. "You wouldn't dare."

You just smirked as you raised a brow. When he realized you weren't joking his engine rumbled as he shifted his hold on you. Now one servo was holding your hip as the other gripped your shoulder. He slowly pulled his length out until just the tip remained inside before harshly thrusting to the hilt. You keened as he set a brutal pace. The force of his thrusts would've knocked your over if it weren't for his servos holding you in place. His vents were running on high as the servo on you hip snaked around your body until the joint of a digit brushed against your clit.

You were glad that the room was soundproof as the noises you were making were bouncing off the walls. You could feel the length of his spike rubbing against your g spot as he hit deep inside of you. He was almost animalistic as he fucked your body into your bed. Maybe you should threaten to hide his polish more if he could ravage you like this. You could feel your orgasm building up as his digit continously rubbed against your soaking wet clit. Your wetness covered both of you making the sounds of his metal frame hitting your flesh much louder.

You cried out as your orgasm washed over your body. It felt different from your usual orgasms but still deliciously good. Knockout made a husky moan as your walls clenched around his length. "Primus. You're so tight." He muttered as he barely pulled out and pushed back in yet kept the same harsh pace. He managed a few more deep thrusts before his overload hit him with a deep moan. His transfluid filled your ass until it started leaking out around his spike.

You panted as your upper body slumped against the ground. When he pulled out you made a small whimper as you felt his transfluid drip down your thighs towards the ground. He shifted his body so he was laying on his side and placed a soft kiss against your sweaty forehead. "We should do that more often." He smirked as you sprawled your body across the mattress. "Like right now." When you felt his repressurized spike bump against your side you let out a groan. You definitely won't be able to walk tomorrow with his libido.

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Eyes full of wonder

Tfp Optimus Prime x reader x Ratchet

Part 5: Movie day

Previous

Summery: After answering some interesting questions in the morning. Optimus surprises you with some items to make your stay comfortable. Sammy sees this as an opportunity to watch a movie.

You were starting to wonder how you didn't make your parents pull their hair out when you were Sammy's age. After waking up and going through your mental checklist to assure yourself that both of you were safe, Sammy decided to ask a bunch of 'why' questions. 'Why is everything cold hard rock?' Because concrete was used for building. 'Why are the robots so big?' Because they're made that way. 'Why aren't we big like them?' Because that's how we're made.

What made you pause was when she asked how people are made. Stepping away from the stove that was heating up oatmeal, you pondered how to answer her question. When she started talking you've feared the day when she'd eventually ask where babies came from. You've heard the stories other parents would tell their kids when they were too young to understand the full context. Though describing it as the birds and the bees felt a bit silly.

"Well you came from Baba's tummy. I was pregnant with you until it was your time to come out." Sammy got up from her spot on the floor where she was drawing and patted your stomach. "Did you eat me? How can I come from here?" You lightly chuckled and held her tiny hands. "I didn't eat you. You grew inside my stomach until it was time to give birth to you. I'll explain it more when you're a bit older." She pouted up at you and huffed at your lack of explaining. "I'm much older, could you tell me?"

The sudden voice made you squeak in surprise and quickly turn to see Cliffjumper peaking his face through the door. He at least looked a bit ashamed from scaring you and wiggled his fingers in a greeting. "I've been curious how humans make their young. We've seen some animals lay eggs and stuff and wondered if humans can do the same. Me and bee got a bet goin' on if humans lay eggs or not." His statement left you completely beffudled.

As you were thinking the logistics of how they came to the conclusion that humans laid eggs, Sammy ran over to greet him. "Hey there little one." He smiled as Sammy started babbling about her dream. Seeing as they were both distracted from asking you questions about where babies came from you turned back to breakfast. Once you got Sammy fed and dressed for the day she grabbed your hand and pulled you along to the main room where the autobots lingered.

Cliffjumper noticed you first as he was the closest and nudged Bumblebee with his elbow. Having gathered some of her favorite toys, Sammy let go of your hand to run over towards them. Before you could call out her name to make her slow down, the two bots crouched down and formed a barrier with their bodies and legs to block her from the open floor. It was nice to know that they'd keep her from running into the middle of the room. Hearing your name being called, you looked up to see Optimus standing a little ways away.

"I aquired some human items to make your stay more comfortable. They're on the central platform so you're not at risk of getting under pede." Looking up where he guestured you could see the top of what looked like yellow fabric. Double checking that Sammy was safe, you slowly made your way up the stairs. Sitting off to the side was an old worn couch, a plank of wood being held up by cinderblocks, and a boxy tv that has seen better years. It looked like they just grabbed them off the side of the road based off all the dust and dirt covering them.

You noticed that Optimus was watching you, most likely waiting for your reaction. "Thank you Optimus. I'm sure Sammy would love to watch her movies here." Of course you'd have to check the tv wiring to make sure it'd work and wouldn't catch fire spontaneously. Plus it'd need a player hooked up since the vhs player attached looked broken with a massive crack across the door where the tapes were pushed in. Though the DVD part looked intact. He nodded and pointed at your leg. "How is your injury? If you're still experiencing discomfort, I can have Ratchet take another look."

You smiled at the kind gesture and shook your head. "It'll be a while before I'm completely healed but it doesn't hurt too bad. I'll be fine." It, in fact, did hurt quite a bit. But you've dealt with worse pains before. Once, your ex got mad when you were cutting up vegetables for a meal he didn't want. He grabbed the knife from your hand so harshly that it wound up cutting your palm. He refused to take you to a hospital so you had to use little bandages to close it up in place of getting stitches.

Optimus humming caught your attention, making you realize you were subconsciously rubbing the now faint scar on your palm. His piercing eyes felt like they could see past your smile and view the pain that was hidden inside. It was like he could see every injury and scar that covered your body with a nonjudgemental gaze. You cleared your throat as you turned to face the new furniture. "If this is gonna be the designated human area then I should start cleaning. Don't want Sammy to get dust all over her."

Optimus nodded and walked over to the giant screens and started typing. Seems like he was satisfied with you answer. Making the trip to your temporary room and back was tiring. Your ankle was starting to throb, begging for you to rest. Sitting on the ground you started wiping down the couch while keeping an eye on Sammy and the two bots. Once you deemed it clean enough you flopped onto the couch with a heavy sigh. After cleaning all evening yesterday your body was begging for rest.

Plus you had those interviews tomorrow. One was for a burger place and the other at a grocery store. You were hoping for the job at K.O burger since you might get a free meal every shift. It wasn't healthy in the long run but Sammy would love getting fries every now and then. Hearing little feet stomping up the stairs you tilted your head back to see Sammy coming up. You couldn't help but smile when you saw that she was holding Bumblebee's finger as he helped her up the steps.

Once she was on the platform his door wings wiggled as she patted his finger in thanks. Seems like she made a new best friend with the yellow bot. Sammy ran towards the couch and threw half her body onto it. Clinging to your clothes she used them as leverage to pull herself up. Once she was settled she started patting your leg while pointing to the tv. "Movie?" Rasing your brow at her she quickly added a please. Nodding your head you slowly stood up with a grunt.

You weren't looking forward to making another trip all the way to your room. But her puppy eyes was too hard to resist. Grabbing the movies and the portable movie player you made your way back up the steps. You didn't want to risk making another trip if the tv wound up not working. Once you arrived you noticed most of the bots were gathered around the platform while Sammy told them about the movies you got.

Her face lit up when she saw you and made grabbing hands towards the movie cases. You counted all the bots minus Optimus and Ratchet. Guess they were busy or didn't have any interest in human movies. Once you handed her the stack you walked over to the tv to make sure it worked. You heard Bulkhead question her about the movie about talking cars. It was pretty ironic that she wanted to watch that movie first since they're technically also talking vehicles.

Once you pressed the button the tv turned on with seemingly no problems. Holding a hand out for the movie, you carefully placed it in the player and crossed your fingers it worked. When the opening commercials started playing you mentally cheered as you sat on the couch. A few minutes after the movie started Arcee made a noise. "So they're supposed to be racers? They don't look that fast." You chuckled as you stretched your injured leg across the couch while Sammy laid across your lap and stomach.

"Well it's a movie for kids. Plus it's animated to there's some limits how fast something can be." Even though Arcee seemed uninterested the others seemed really into the movie. Especially Bumblebee and Cliffjumper. It made sense since the first time you met them, they were racing through the desert. Noticing Sammy had her fingers in her mouth you lightly tickled the back of her hand. She's mostly kicked the habit of sucking on her fingers but you still occasionally caught her when she was ready for a nap.

Most of the way through the movie you noticed that she fell asleep. It was a bit early in the day for one but you decided to let her sleep. When the others noticed she fell asleep they talked in quiet whispers about the movie. They had quite a few questions on how things would work if the chatacters didn't have hands to grab things. Most of your answers consisted of 'it's a movie for kids' or 'fantasy doesn't always make sense'. When the credits started to roll your stomach rumbled.

Slowly sliding Sammy off you so she could nap on the couch, you heard the others quietly discussing the movie. Despite Arcee's aversion in the beginning she seemed to like it. Bumblebee especially liked the movie as he made excited chirps and beeps while Cliffjumper and Bulkhead agreed. If another movie ever came out then you'll definitely get it for them. Slowly walking to your room for some food, you decided to grab a blanket for Sammy since it was a bit chilly in the base.

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May I offer you some snacks in trade for a peak level story, 🥺🙏 So heres my idea, I love G1 hound and his affinity with earth nature. He is such a sweet fellow, anyways…. I want to know how he would take care of a bird, and ofc, the reader is a bird or shapeshifter, (like Maui from Moana.) Here’s the snacks, 🍿🍜

So I though about what kind of bird to write and decided on eurasian eagle owl. They're the largest species of owl with a wingspan that can reach six feet.

Also apologies for taking a while. Work has kept me busy the past week with a bunch of opens and closes.

G1 Hound x gn bird shapshifter reader

Hurt wing

Can be read as platonic or romantic

• While he was out on a walk enjoying the beauties of earth he heard frantic bird like cawing. It sounded panicked so he quickly rushed to where the noise was coming from.

• He frowned when he saw some poor bird's wing caught in one of those wire snare traps humans used. Trying to calm the frightened bird, he noticed its unusually large size.

• Once the wing was free, they tried to fly away before falling. He quickly caught the bird and realized their wing was missing many feathers and appeared injured from the constant rubbing of the wire.

• Now that he got a closer look he easily recognized the bird as an owl. Though it didn't look native to the region.

• Deciding to care for the bird himself until it was able to fly again. Plus it's baffled face made him chuckle.

It had been months since he first took his new companion back to base. It was tough at first to keep the other bots away until they started viciously pecking at their wires. They started calling them bitey or pecky after that. Of course Hound only gave them the sweetest nicknames. Though his favorite to use was little sun. They had a certain intelligence in their bright orange eyes when they looked at him the first time he said that nickname. Plus the colors of their eyes reminded him of the setting sun.

They always stayed close to him and occasionally preened tiny rocks from between his armor panels and circuts. When he cleaned an empty energon cube and sat it on his berth, the owl immediately knocked it on it's side and started nesting there. Whenever he laid down for a recharge they'd peck and pull his servo closer to their nest. Their behavior was a bit strange compared to what he searched about owls, especially their species. He chalked it up to them possibly being extra trusting of him since he started to care for them.

When their feathers had finally grown back it was a happy day for Hound. Though as he walked through the woods with his little sun on his shoulder, his spark felt heavy. He knew he had to let this beautiful animal free, but he grew close to them over the months. Taking it near the tree he first found them, he held out his arm for them to perch on. He had got rid of all the traps in the entire area yesterday so it'd be safe for them. They looked between him and the open woods, their eyes showing confusion.

"You're free to spread your wings little sun." He murmured as he lifted his arm. They slowly flapped their wings until they were confidant they could take off. They circled around him as they happily hooted their song. They've sang the same tune whenever they were happy and he couldn't help but hum along this time. They stared directly at him as they quickly dived towards him. Hound prepared himself to catch them, but what he wasn't prepared for was his feathery friend to suddenly turn into a human.

They wrapped their arms around him as he awkwardly held them. Was this the same owl he's cared for the past several months? "Little sun?" He questioned hesitantly as they pulled away from their hug. "Yes. It's nice to finally speak to you. I've been waiting a long time to heal enough that I could finally shift." He grinned as he noticed the little clusters of hair sticking out where their ear tufts sat as an owl. Running his digits through their hair tufts he hugged them close. Now he didn't have to say goodbye.

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Hey inky, have you ever seen rescue bots? If so could you write a heatwave x human reader who he has to save after some kind of accident? Their his partner so he gets kinda worried about them.

If you haven't watched rescue bots, maybe a tfp Optimus x human reader who is neurodivergent and has a meltdown?

I haven't seen rescue bots yet but it's on my list. The animation looks so cute and from what I've read it looks like a wholesome show. I didn't know what kind of autistic meltdown to write so I went with one caused by noise from my own experience.

Tfp Optimus Prime x gn neurodivergent reader

Overstimulation

autistic meltdown, overstimulation from noise

• Hearing the noise of the bots walking around on the concrete ground. The constant hum of machinery. It was all too much.

• Miko was somewhere on the base strumming her guitar too loudly as Raf and Jack were playing a video game. When Jack suddenly shouted at Raf for cheating, you jumped at the noise.

• Everything sounded too loud and the constant hum of electricity was grating on your ears. You quickly stood up from the couch and tried to escape all the noise.

• You tried to block it all by covering your ears as you ran down the steps. Tears were already forming in your eyes as your breath quickened.

When Optimus saw you running past him while he was walking through a hall, he paused. He could hear your frantic breathing as you kept your head ducked down. Frowning, he slowly followed after you. Trying to soften his steps, he looked around a corner to see you curled up against the wall. You were lightly rocking back and forth with your hands desperately trying to keep your ears covered while shaking.He slowly approached you as he mass shifted, already reaching into his subspace.

Sitting next to you, far away enough that you didn't touch, he held out your noise cancelling headphones. When you didn't react, he gently slid them over your head. That seemed to help as your breathed eventually slowed. Sitting quietly, he acted as a grounding presence. When you reached out with a shakey hand, he turned his servo over so you could hold onto his digits. He relaxed his helm against the wall as you tightly held on to his servo.

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100 followers celebration!!

*Throws confetti*

I've hit 100 followers since I started writing transformers reader inserts and I wanna thank every one of you. I know it seems silly to celebrate, but this is the first time on any platform that I hit 100 followers and I want to mark the occasion. Maybe I'll write a sequel or something when I hit 500.

But anyways, enjoy over 2k words of pure smut!

Megatron x decepticon reader

Worship

18+, smut

When you recieved a comm from lord Megatron to meet him in the throne room, you couldn't help but smile at the thought of seeing him. You were one of his most trusted commanders. Right up there with Soundwave. And unlike Starscream, you've rarely made him upset nor tried to usurp him. You've followed him since the very begenning of the war. And you've known him since before the war started. Back on cybertron, you were just a simple pleasure bot working in a shady bar in Kaon.

Gladiators frequented there after a successful fight and would request you along with other pleasure bots. When you first saw him, he was sitting alone in the far back nursing a small cube of energon. When you approached him to offer your service, he actually brushed you off. It was a mild shock since you were quite popular among the patrons. When one of the other gladiators noticed his lack of interest, they swooped in so they could take you to one of the private rooms in the back.

Unfortunately they got a bit too forceful and wound up denting your servo and thigh fairly bad. When you returned to the main bar after the bot left, you could feel optics on you. Megatronus had noticed your damaged plating and glanced over at the bot who was too busy shoving engex in their intake to notice. He got up and grabbed the bot by their pauldron and proceeded to beat them until the lower half of their intake was barely hanging on by a few wires.

You couldn't even call it a fight as the other bot could barely fight back against the flurry of punches. It wasn't until he dropped them that the bar owner stepped in to kick them out for the cycle. Bar fights broke out frequently between the gladiators so they implemented a rule to not ban them, otherwise they'd loose a lot of business. You snuck out after him to thank him for standing up for you. Not many bots would care if a simple pleasure bot was damaged as long as they could still work.

That's when you started to get to know him more. Whenever he came to the bar, you'd always join him in deep conversations. He shared his ideas for a different cybertron. To destroy the caste system and let bots choose who they wanted to be. He opened your optics with his words and made you believe that you could be more than what you were built for. So when war broke out you didn't hesitate to side with him. He even trained you personally so you could fight along side him.

Over the vorns you've upgraded your armor and added quite a few weapons to your collection. The soldiers in his army learned to respect you as you proved to be a formidable opponent on the battle fields. You and Soundwave worked as the shadows of Megatron. Though you had a different relationship with your master than him. It started when Megatron and you were stuck in an abandoned outpost that caved in around you. Starscream fled like a coward and had the rest of the army follow him. He was sure that the both of you could easily escape and catch up to them.

It led to you being stuck in a small room completely blocked with layers of thick metal all around. It was in that moment that you confessed how much you looked up to him ever since he denied your services back in that bar. You had a lot of deep conversations with him while stuck under all that metal. Eventually he admitted his attraction to you. But not because of your frame, he admired your tactical mind and quick thinking. Though he could never have a relationship like that as he was too busy leading an army and had too many enemies to make anything public.

You understood and agreed you didn't want anything serious. That night you spent joors intertwined with his frame. Afterwards you went back to being professional. Though you had a few moments where he sought stress relief in your frame when beating Starscream wasn't enough. To outsiders, it seemed like you were his trusted advisor that had private conversations with him. The only one who came close to knowing your true relationship was Soundwave. Though he knew that it was just carnal pleasure between two bots.

And today seemed like you'd have another 'talk' with Megatron. He was in a foul mood after a failed energon retrieval and needed to relieve stress somehow. When you entered the throne room you immediately knelt and bowed your helm in respect. When he said your designation you looked up to see him curling his digits beckoning you closer. When you moved to stand he quickly held up servo up. "Do not rise. Crawl towards me." He held a devious smirk on his face as he relaxed back onto his throne.

You hummed as you lowered back onto your knees struts and servos. Crawling across the floor, his grin widened the closer you got. When you reached his pedes, his legs widened to accomidate your frame. Resting your servos on his tibulens, you looked up at him with a mischevious smile. "Are you going to open up for me master? Or should I do it myself?" You had your answer when you heard a quiet hiss followed by a low groan from him. You bit your derma when his spike fully pressurized.

It was the same color as the rest of his armor with small purple biolights lining the shaft. It was possibly one of the prettiest spikes you've ever seen with a nice girth and impressive length. Wrapping your digits around the base, you used your glossa to lick along a particularly bright biolight. Hearing him hiss and grab your helm, he silently urged you to hurry up. Seems like he was a bit too impatient for teasing. Lapping all the way to the tip, you swirled it around your glossa.

When he growled lowly you took the hint and slid the tip of his spike into your intake. Watching his reaction as you swallowed more and more of his spike, you grinned around the girth as he tilted his helm back. Since you've had many body modifications from your time as a pleasure bot, you decided to use one of them. The second your glossa started to vibrate his hips bucked as the grip on your helm tightened. You bobbed your helm on his spike as your glossa ran along the underside.

When you let your glossa vibrate along the slit, he cursed quietly as he pulled your helm down so the entirety of his spike was down your intake. You hummed as you felt his transfluid shoot out and filled your tanks. Greedily swallowing every last drop, your olfactory ridge was pressed flush against his pelvis. You turned off the vibrations as you slowly let his spike slide from your intake. Opening your dermas, you let your glossa stick out to show that you swallowed his transfluid.

His engine rumbled as he used a digit to press down on your glossa. Wrapping your dermas around the digit, your denta lightly nipped the tip as you sucked. The free digits on his servo cupped your jaw and tugged your helm up, a silent command for you to rise. Crawling up his frame until you were standing between his legs, his digit left your intake so both of his servos could wrap around your legs. With a quick tug he had you sitting on his lap. His spike nudging against your modesty panel.

"Open." He commanded as his digits skimmed across your armor. Your frame shuddered as your panel nearly flew open and exposed your dripping valve. He bared his denta in a smirk as his digits ran across your folds, the tips of them teasing your anterior node. "So wet already? Did sucking my spike excite you this much?" He chuckled as he lifted his servo to lick your wetness off his digits. You playfully shrugged as you shifted your hips until the tip of his spike bumped your valve entrance.

"Serving my master always gets me excited." Your servos flitted across his chassis then lowered towards his pelvic plating. He hummed as he fully reclined against his throne, his legs spreading as he rested his arms across the armrests. "Serve your master then." You knew a challenge when you heard one. Without hesitation you grabbed the base of his spike and lined it up with your entrance. With practiced ease you lowered yourself, softly ex-venting as his girth stretched your valve.

Feeling your calipers cycle around his spike, you rocked your hips to prolong the feeling of absolute fullness. Knowing he had little patience you lowly lifted yourself up, your servos perching on his shoulders to keep balance. Letting gravity do the work, you let yourself fall back down. You kept a steady pace of rising up before slamming down, your combined wetness making a squelching noise that filled the room. Your plating lifted to help cool your heated frame down as you worked yourself on his spike.

It wasn't until you lowered yourself and ground against him that you finally got a reaction. His servos moved towards your hips, his digits digging in between your plating as he groaned. With a tight grip on your frame, he moved you up and down his spike faster. As the speed picked up so did your venting. Little moans escaped your dermas as you rocked your hips with every downward stroke. When you felt a charge starting to build up in your circuts he suddenly halted you.

The whine you let out was almost pathetic as you weakly tried to move your hips against his unyielding grip. When he suddenly stood up, you let out a squeak as he quickly pulled out of your valve. Moving your frame with impressive speed, he shoved you down onto his throne. Your upper body draped aross the armrests as he kicked your pedes apart to widen your stance. Before you could get a full in-vent he was pushing his spike back into your throbbing valve.

You cried out as the new angle let his spike reach deeper in your valve. You swear you could feel the tip hitting the entrance to your gestation chamber as he thrusted. One of his servos held your hip while the other ran up your spinal strut until it stopped at the base of your neck. When he wrapped his digits around the back of your neck you moaned loudly. He had you fully pinned as he fragged you against his throne. Your calipers cycled continously as he harshly thrusted into you.

When his servo moved from your hip towards your pelvic plating, you whined as his digits brushed against your anterior node. Coolant dribbled from your intake as his dexterous digits circled your node. Another charge built up quickly as you arched your spinal strut, already feeling your aft denting from the force of his thrusts. You could feel his frame lower across your back until his dermas brushed against your audial receptors. "Overload for your master."

His hot ex-vent washed over the side of your helm as he fully sheathed his spike inside your valve while frantically rubbing your node. You cried and shook as your overload shocked your circuts. Your calipers cycled and squeezed his spike, locking him in place. Another one of your upgrades that prevented your partner from pulling out. Megatron moaned lowly as his servo shifted so it was holding fron front of your throat with his arm across your chassis.

He held you close as he overloaded, his transfluid filling your valve until it leaked out. Your moans turned staticy as his digits eased up from the quick rubbing on your anterior node. Once both of your venting calmed down, the only sound left was your combined internal fans running on their highest setting. Soon your calipers loosened, letting him remove his spike from your valve. You let out a guttural sound as you felt his transfluid drip out of your valve and down your legs.

As he stepped away you rose up into a stretch to loosen your cables. You pulled a polishing rag from your subspace and started wiping away the mess of your combined transfluids between your legs. You hummed as you watched him retract his modesty panel and sat back on his throne. "Well this has been fun as always lord Megatron. I hope I have relieved some of your stress." You said as you let your modesty panel cover your still dripping valve.

You'll need to take a trip to the wash racks to properly clean the mess your master has made. He let out a deep ex-vent as he rested his helm on his fist. "You have served me well like always." When he said your designation, it was with fondness. While being each other's conjunx wasn't in his plans, he still cared about you in his own way. You were the only bot in his army who he could trust this intimately. Giving one last bow, you left the throne room and headed straight to the wash racks. Afterwards you'll spend the rest of the cycle buffing out all the dents and paint transfers from your interfacing.

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Hi revel! so i was rewatching Steven universe the movie and it made me have an idea. what if one of the bots had a partner that couldn't fight so they left them on a planet to keep them safe from the war.

It isn't until they leave the planet that they realize that the war has been over and they were forgotten about. for extra hurt what if their partner died during the war so nobody knew they existed.

Oooh the hurt… the angst…

Left Behind

Sixshot x Reader

• “I want to stay with you,” you say, desperate panic threading through the words. Grabbing onto his big servos as he tries to usher you into a hiding place, your ears are ringing from a klaxon going off, everything still slightly muffled from the last explosion. “Please,” you add and you think maybe he’s going to cave when he glides a massive servo under your eye to wipe away the tears. ‘You’ll be safe here,’ he says and he gives you a nudge that has you stumbling back. Falling to sit heavily on the ground and he’s gripping a massive piece of rubble to hide you. Trapping you in the dark as you yell his name. Yell at him to not leave you here alone.

• “It’s going to be okay,” he calls out, hands slowly lifting away from the debris hiding you as his spark hurts. “You’re going to be okay.” Can hear you screaming his name and he wants to immediately claw the rubble away. To gather you close. But you’re too small. Too fragile to survive in an active war zone. Making himself stand and back away, hurts. Tears him wide open. But he knows you won’t survive out there. And neither will he if his attention is divided between enemy combatants and you.

• Heart hammering in your chest so that you can barely breathe, you claw at the narrow gap of light you can see from your hiding place. Trying to dig yourself out. To widen the hole and escape. Can’t hear anything but the chaos out there. Explosions and screams. Putting your shoulder against the stone he’d trapped you with, it doesn’t budge as your feet slide on the rocky ground. You’re not sure how long you try to get free, but the noise eventually falls away except for an occasional explosion as the fighting moves on. That klaxon fell silent at some point, but there’s a light strobing somewhere off and on out there.

• He’ll come for you now. Skin crawling as you sink down to sit on the cold ground, you’re thirsty. Exhausted. And in the fitful, sporadic pulses of light, you realize how tattered your nails are. That you’re bleeding from clawing to get free. But if it’s over, he’ll be here soon. Wouldn’t leave you here. Shivering as it gets colder, you hunch into yourself, listening for the sound of his heavy peds. Waiting for him to come take you home.

• Venting raggedly, he’s disoriented as he comes online. Confused. Unsure where he is as his head turns and a hand lifts, servos brushing his chassis to find you. But coming up empty. You always sleep there. Get too cold otherwise and the memory of your laughter as you’d wedged yourself against his neck whispering that it’s too cold lifts through him. Can almost imagine he can feel your heartbeat, the steady rise and fall of your breathing. Where are you? Maybe you wandered off to find something to eat. Rumbling softly, he realizes he’s in an unfamiliar Medbay. And it all comes rushing back to fill him with a dread that shakes him to his core. How long was he out? Are you still waiting? Still there?

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Hey inky, could you write a tfp Optimus prime x human where the insert is AFAB and agender? Maybe they have dysphoria and Optimus comforts them by worshipping their body?

Of course! I know everyone has different types of dysmorphia so I tried to keep it open to interpretation. Though I did include the jacket from me and my friends experience.

Tfp Optimus Prime x afab agender reader

Comfort

Body dysphoria, body worship, mild spice, 18+

Optimus Prime knew something was wrong when he saw you wearing your oversized jacket and walked around hunched over. You only wore that whenever you were feeling dysmorphic about your body. Watching you move from the couch the children used, you walked down the hall where your room was. He sighed as he looked back towards the screen where possible energon signals were. The second he was able to step away he would search for you.

Laying on your bed, you faced the wall so you wouldn't risk seeing your reflection in your mirror. Today was one of those days where you felt like crap. Nothing helped to keep you from feeling like your body wasn't your own. Your skin prickled when you stared too long in the mirror so you resorted to hiding under your comfort jacket. Hearing your door open you turned to see Optimus entering.

He had already mass shifted so he could fit inside and walked over and gingerly sat at the foot of your bed. He didn't need to say anything, his hand just brushed along the back of your calf. You sighed deeply as his hand moved towards your thigh and gently squeezed. You could already tell where this was going. Whenever he saw you like this, he made it his personal mission to comfort you and tell you how wonderful you were.

He could see past the skin and peer into your soul, your very being. And he would whisper soft words about how amazing you were. When his lips touched your shoulder, you couldn't stop that tears that formed. When he murmured your name, it was like a prayer on his tounge. You rolled onto your back so you could properly see him. He cupped your cheek and used his thumb to wipe away the tear that slipped out.

Tilting your head so your foreheads touched, his lips lightly brushed yours. "You are absolutely stunning. I thank the all spark every day that I was lucky enough to meet you." You sniffed as you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders. He tilted his head as his lips ran over your cheek, across your jaw and down your throat. "You may be flesh and blood, but your spark shines brighter than any."

You felt his hands slowly unzip your jacket as he mouthed your clavicle. "You are perfect." Feeling your shirt be pushed up as he kissed down the middle of your chest. "Your skin is so soft." He murmured as the tips of his fingers dipped into the hem of your bottoms. "You feel so good against me." When he looked up at you, it was with reverence and awe. "You're absolutely stunning." You weakly chuckled as your hands toyed with his audial fins making them twitch.

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I love your fics, especially chance encounters and I really want more of that whenever you feel like writing more! I love your writing style so much!

Anyway, could you write TFP Optimus Prime with a human partner who loves exploring while on patrol with him, and they are patrolling some woods and they end up falling down a small cliff and injuring themselves pretty severely and Optimus gets really worried about them?

My main fics take a bit longer cause I write it out, delete half of it, and start over. I keep changing my mind on how it'll go. Though I do like writing these asks cause they're a bit easier for me. But I'm glad you like my writing style! I was so nervous to start posting stuff about transformers but the ammount of likes I get on here made me more confident about my writing.

Tfp Optimus Prime x human reader

Patrolling gone wrong

Tw: Major injuries, broken bones, blood

Gasping for breath, you stared up at the bright blue sky partially blocked by the trees and cliffside. You tried to think of how you wound up on the ground. You were out on patrol with Optimus. Something about possible energon mines in the area. You were exploring the woods, fascinated by the local fauna completely different from anything you'd see in Jasper Nevada. Optimus was a little ways away from you watching a deer scatter away from his large precense. You remember watching him frown as the deer ran away.

Then you were suddenly weightless. Rocky ground quickly approached as you fell. Trying to sit up, you gasped in pain as your leg and arm refused to respond. Tilting your head down you whimpered as you saw red coating your body. Your arm was bent the wrong way with deep gashes marring your skin. The sight of your arm made you sick to your stomach. You didn't even want to see how badly your leg looked. A worried call of your name made you look back up the rocky cliff. Optimus stood there with a horrified look on his face.

He wasn't too far up, the cliff was relatively small but very steep with sharp rocks lining it. "Do not move." You've never heard his voice be this fearful. He's always been so calm and collected. Seeing him like this made you worry about how badly you were injured. He put his fingers next to where his ear would be, most likely comming Ratchet, as he slid down the cliff. It felt like you just blinked and suddenly he was looming above you. His brows were furrowed as he frowned deeply.

His hands hovered around your broken form, like he was too afraid to touch you. "I need to pick you up and get you back to base." You shakily nodded the best you could. He was worried about hurting you further is he moved you but it had to be done. It wasn't so bad when one hand had gingerly lifted your head and upper body. But when he cupped your legs you couldn't help the cry of pain when your broken leg was shifted. He muttered apologies so mournfully as he slowly lifted your broken form.

"I am so sorry. I should have looked out for you. I should have seen that cliff." He sounded regretful as he held you close to his chest. You lifted your uninjured hand and placed it on his chest, now noticing how scratched up and bloody it was. "It wasn't your fault." Your voice was shaky as adrenaline pumped through your veins and kept you from feeling the worst of your injuries. As you looked into his optics you noticed that they were shiny, almost like he was on the verge of tears.

You must've passed out as when you opened your eyes you were in the medbay back at base. Looking around you winced as your head and body protested. Your arm and leg was wrapped in thick casts with numerous bandages covered most of your exposed skin. Furrowing your brows you could even feel a few on your face. "You're awake. Good. June told me that there was a possibility of you being concussed after you fainted so I'll need to run a few tests." Ratchets tired voice caught your attention as he suddenly appeared above you.

As he worked you noticed Optimus watching you from the main computer moniter. When Ratchet noticed where your gaze was he scoffed and shook his head. "He's been hovering ever since he brought you back. I've had to threaten him with stasis lock to get him to do anything but pace around while I worked." You hummed in acknowledgement as you watched Optimus shift, like he wanted to approach you but held himself back.

Once Ratchet finished his checkup Optimus finally approached. You gave him a strained smile to try and reassure his worried look. He sighed deeply and ran a digit over your hand so lightly that you almost didn't feel it. "I'm okay now Opti." You murmured as you loosely curled your fingers around his digit. "I worried when I first lost sight of you out there. Seeing you at the bottom of that cliff made me realize how delicate you are. If you're injured, Ratchet can't fix you like us."

You sighed as you squeezed his finger the best you could. "No. But I'll heal. I may be human but I'm tougher than I look. It'll take more than a little fall to keep me down." That finally managed to get the barest hint of a smile on his face. "You know, there's an old saying that kisses can heal any wound." You grinned up at him, making him raise a brow. "Then I should help you with these kisses so you will heal faster." He hummed as he lifted your hand and gently kissed the bandaged back.

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Chance encounters

Tfp megatron x reader x tfp Soundwave

Part 13: Dating start!

Summery: Soundwave gifts you the finished charging bank and wants to take you out on your first date together.

Notes: This chapter is a bit short as im trying my hand at writing shorter chapters so I'll be able to post new chapters more often. It was stressing me out trying to get to 20 pages in my notes so im writing shorter bite sized chapters

Previous

Everything felt surreal, like you were having a vivid dream. Megatron had confessed that he held feelings for you. Albeit in his own weirdly obsessive way. The way he spoke would set off major red flags for normal human relationships. But you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt since he was a leader to an entire fraction of an army. He's probably never dated before and doesn't want to risk anyone using you as leverage against him. Then there was Soundwave.

When the bot first entered the room you could feel his nonexistent optics staring at you. Then he surprised you by pulling out the charging bank you needed for your phone and laptop. Using clipped together voices he told you how he's been wanting to court you for a while. That your kindness to Laserbeak had caught his attention. You didn't think it was a big deal to treat another creature with basic respect. Especially after learning that he had other cassets that he'd lost over time.

Though it did make you want to ask him about them. Were they were all similar to birds like Laserbeak, or were they were different animals? But the questions would have to wait since you were between two hulking metal titans. While Megatron gazed at you with a look similar to how a lion would see its next target, Soundwave gave off calmer vibes. One of his grabby tentacles loosely coiled around your body. The tiny magenta colored grabbers reminded you of the graboids from the tremors movie.

Though instead of trying to consume you, the little feelers tickled your hair and arms. It made you squirm as the innocent act reminded you of something much dirtier you've accidentally stumbled across online when searching for anime in your teen years. Of course you'd rather throw yourself off the table than admit to him of your thoughts on his tentacles. He tilted his visor towards Megatron as his metallic tentacle retreated back into his body. Not hearing him 'talk' you assumed he was using their internal comms to communicate.

Your theory was proved correct when Megatron's engine rumbled displeased. "You may, but I still need them to spy on Starscream. It's only a matter of time before he reveals any plans of usurping me to them." Megatron leveled you with a heated gaze as one of his clawed digits stroked the side of your head. "I will be seeing you later, pet." Your face grew warm at the deep rumble of his voice. Unable to voice a response, you nodded your head and willingly climbed onto Soundwave's waiting servo.

You wondered what Soundwave asked of Megatron as he carried you out of the room. Maybe he just wanted to spend some more time with you? It didn't take long before he was opening a door that led into his habsuite. Before he could fully set you on his table, Laserbeak deployed from his chassis and swooped down in front of you. "Hey buddy." You cooed as you scratched along his neck and head. Movement made you glance up at Soundwave and see that a pixelated heart appeared on his visor.

You smiled bashfully as you hid your warm face in Laserbeak's body. For a giant metal titan that you feared the first time you saw him, he was actually quite cute now that you got to know him. A nudge from his digit let you know that you couldn't hide your face forever. Giving the metal bird one last pat you turned your full attention to Soundwave. You gasped when you saw a sleek black box with your charging cord attached to it. He finally finished making you a charging bank.

You carefully took it from his claws and turned it over in your hands. It was a bit bulky but had all the adapters you needed to charge both of your devices. "Thank you so much! When I get back to Starscream's room I'm gonna charge my phone so I can show you my music playlists." He held up a finger to tell you to wait as he reached into his chassis. When he pulled out your phone you realized you must've left it in his room or something if he had it this whole time.

He handed you your phone and a charging cord so you could plug it in. As it charged Soundwave typed up something on his screen into the search engine. He pulled up a picture of what looked like dense woods and pointed towards it. "You wanna go there?" You asked as Laserbeak pushed himself against your back and laid his head on top of your head. "Go there- you." Your own voice came out as he guestered to the both of you then pointed to the picture again. Realizing that he was asking you to go together to the woods shown in the picture, your face grew warm.

You smiled bashfully as you nodded. "I guess it's a date then. When do you want to leave? If it's today then I'll need to change into proper clothes." You didn't know what the weather would be like, but you really didn't want to wear your cool dog sweater on your first date. Soundwave turned to look at the end of his desk and reached over and pulled out a familiar cardboard box. When he placed it in front of you, you noticed a few new fabrics inside.

Pulling them out revealed a few fancy looking tops with a nice pair of slacks. Seeing some lace you pulled it out curiously until you realized that it was lingere. It was very revealing as the gaps in the lace made it see-through. Whipping your head towards Soundwave your whole face felt like it was on fire. He only tilted his head at your embarrassed expression. Stuffing the lace back in the box you picked up the top that was a deep purple, almost black along with the slacks.

A buzz from behind you made you turn to see that your phone had lit up to show that it was charged enough to turn on. Picking it up and turning it on you saw several texts and missed calls. Most of them were from your job, asking where you were and that you'd be fired if you didn't show up to work. You just rolled your eyes as you deleted those messages. They barely paid you enough and treated you like shit despite being one of the only workers who actually tried at that job. Though one single message caught your eye.

It was from your dad. He said that he heard about the terrorist attack near where you lived and was wondering if you were okay. You furrowed your brows at the words 'terrorist attack'. Did the goverment hide the fact that giant alien robots were duking it out? You didn't have the heart to tell him what really happened so you just sent that you were okay and staying with a friend. It wasn't a complete lie, even if you didn't really have friends before.

Shaking out the clothes, you caught a whiff of detergent. Did Soundwave pluck these off someone's clothes line? "You mind turning around so I can change?" You asked when you realized that he and Laserbeak were both staring at you. Laserbeak made a noise similar to how crows laugh as he flew towards Soundwave's chassis and folded up and became part of his chest. As he blended seamlessly into his armor, Soundwave turned to face his monitors.

You quickly stripped your clothes and redressed. The top felt really nice against your skin. Almost luxurious and most likely very expensive. "You can look now." You said as you straightened everything out. When he turned to look, a little heart appeared on his visor again. You giggled as you shyly ran your hands down your top. Even if he had no visible eyes, you've never had anyone react like that to seeing you dressed up. When he held his hand out for you, you took it as an invitation to step onto his palm.

You knelt down and held onto his thumb for balance as he rose up and started walking. It didn't take long until you reached the bridge and he was typing something into one of the terminals. Soon a portal, space bridge if you remembered correctly, opened up. Bracing yourself for the vertigo you took a deep breath in as he stepped through. When you arrived on the other side you were thankful that it didn't make you as nauseous as the last time. Sheilding your eyes from the bright sun overhead, you gasped at the massive expanse of greenery laid before you.

You were on top of a hill or small mountain overlooking the woods. There were trees for miles in each direction with a few cliffs and hills in the distance. He crouched down so you could slide off his hand and stand. Thankfully you were wearing fairly comfortable shoes so you weren't too worried about walking out here. The sound of shifting metal made you turn and gape. Where a several story tall Soundwave stood was now much much smaller. He somehow shrank himself until he was roughly your height.

Your head now came up to his chest where Laserbeak resided. As you gawked he stepped closer to you and held out his hand. You nervously placed your hand on his. He was still bigger than you and his hand could easily swallow yours. "I didn't know you could shrink like this." You murmured as you lifted your other hand and played with his now smaller fingers. "Explanation: Mass displacement." You nodded as you looked up at him, mildly weirded out that you didn't have to crane your neck anymore.

"You are just full of surprises aren't you? Got any more secrets that I should know about?" You teased as you interlocked your fingers with his. He nodded and waved a hand to guesture out towards the woods. Keeping your hand in his, he led you further into the woods. Soon you arrived in a small clearing that was partially shaded from the trees. Before you could ask him why you stopped here, he was reaching into his subspace and pulled out a thick blanket.

You bit your lip to keep from smiling as he laid it across the grass and patted it, signaling for you to sit there. As you lowered your body he pulled out a wicker basket that had the aroma of hot food. When he handed it to you to open, your mouth started watering at the sight. Hot food tucked safely in containers inside that basket. It looked like someone's delivery that he snatched right off their doorstep judging by the receipt still taped to the top container.

Though you wondered how he was able to guess one of your favorite foods. Pulling out the containers, you thanked him as you popped the lid off one and inhaled deeply. Taking a large bite, you moaned at the flavor of hot fresh food that didn't come from a bag or can. "Are you gonna eat too?" You wondered if he could even eat human food. Breakdown did say that they couldn't eat human food in their holoforms, so you were curious if Soundwave could eat human food. Even if he didn't have a visible mouth.

You watched as he pulled out a glowing blue cube from his chassis along with a bottle of water. Smiling at his thoughtfulness as he handed you the water, you uncapped it to take a sip. When you looked away to place it down and looked back up, you saw half of his drink was gone. Your eyes flicked from his visor to what you belived was the cube of energon. As much as you wanted to grill him about how he drank it, you had more important things to do. Like shoving more food into your mouth before it grew cold.

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TFP bumblebee x fem or GN reader autobot.. and smut!! Hear me out-

where the two do a scouting mission together, which then they start to feel bored, Reader is more a a trouble maker than Bumblebee so they get freaskyyy… I like to HC Bee makes whirl sounds and glitched when close.. in a sucker for him he’s so cute 🤤🥹

OH AND THE READER IS AKSO SHORT LIKE HIM!!

Absolutely! Gotta have the shorty squad with one troublemaker. This was honestly really fun to write. I even saw a Chevy camero colored just like Bumblebee with the autobots sticker on the side at my job and it made me want to write this even more.

Tfp Bumblebee x gn autobot reader

Mission boredom

Smut 18+, top reader

When Bumblebee and you were sent on a scouting mission you knew that it would most likely get boring. There had been a few decepticon sightings deep in one of the human national parks and Optimus Prime saw to it that you and Bee would scout it out. You usually got paired up together since Bee was able to keep you out of trouble most of the time. It also helped that you were the same height so it was easier to hide and stake things out.

You let out an ex-vent as you rested your helm against the rock. Bee was standing to look over the top of the rocks while you sat and checked your weapons for the umpteenth time. Looking up at his form you couldn't help but admire his build. One of your servos came up to lightly brush against his outer thigh plating making him jump. When he looked down at you quizzically you only gave him a mischievous smirk. He whined your name as he shifted his stance. "We're supposed to be on the lookout for decepticons."

You chuckled as you moved so you could kneel in front of him. "I know. But I'm bored. We could have a bit of fun and be on lookout." You said as your servos ran up his legs towards his hips. He looked around nervously as his digits started to twitch. You knew you won when he let out a dejected ex-vent and caressed the top of your helm. "Ok. But we gotta be quiet. If decepticons do show up we need the element of surprise." You let out a low chuckle as your derma rubbed against his modesty panel.

"I'm not the one that needs to worry about being loud." You murmured against his plating. He whined your name again as his hips bucked against your intake. It was easy work to get his modesty panel open to expose his spike. You gave him a saccharine smile before running your glossa from the base to tip. He could only gasp and grab onto the rock to keep his balance. Your glossa swirled around the tip, collecting the fluids that beaded there. When you finally wrapped your intake around his spike and started sucking, his vocalizer turned to static as he desperately bucked into your intake.

You hummed around his spike as the fluids leaked from the tip, leaving a faint tingly sensation on your glossa. You used one servo to pump the base while the other slipped between his legs. When your digits tapped against his other modesty panel, his moan cut out as his vocalizer reset. With a quiet hiss his valve was exposed. Running your digits between his valve and anterior node, you chuckled at how wet he was. When your first two digits sunk into his wet valve, you could hear his internal fans kick on as he let out a small whine.

Your digits thrust into him at the same pace as you sucked his spike. His voice box glitched and made electronic whirring sounds as his hips started bucking. Stuffing another digit in his valve while running your glossa along the slit on his spike made him hunch over with a glitched out moan of your name. His servos desperately clinged to the back of your helm as his transfluids shot into the back of your intake. You easily swallowed it all as your digits curled inside his valve.

Pulling away, you gave the tip of his spike one last lick as you removed your digits. He shuddered as his plating flared to cool down his frame faster. You leaned back onto your pedes and sucked on your digits that was covered in his fluids. Your own fans were running on high as you dismissed the request to open your modesty panels from your HUD. It could wait until his frame cooled down enough. When his venting calmed down he cupped your face plates and leaned down to place a chaste kiss on your dermas.

"You're too good. It's almost unfair how quickly you make me overload." He muttered, making you chuckle. Rising to your pedes you wrapped your arms around his waist and tugged him closer, his exposed spike rubbing against your modesty panel. "Well I've had quite a bit of practice." You said in a teasing tone. He shuddered as he weakly bucked his hips against yours. His spike growing hard again. "Well those decepticreeps haven't showed up yet. We still have time for more practice." He grinned as his servo tapped against the plating housing your spike.

From the way he looked at you, you knew that he wanted you to top him this time. Giving him a playful shove, he let you push him against the rocky wall. When you opened your panel and let your spike fully pressurize, you couldn't help but hiss from relief. "You ready Bee?" You asked as your wrapped a servo around this thigh guard and lifted it so his leg would wrap around your hip. He nodded and cupped your helm so he could kiss you. Grabbing the base of your spike you lined it up with his valve, rubbing the tip against it to lube it up.

He hummed against your dermas as he wrapped both arms around the back of your neck. When you started to push your spike inside his valve he let out a small whine against your dermas. You cooed gentle words of encouragement as you rubbed the joint of his hip. When you bottomed out your voice box turned to static as his calipers cycled around your spike. No matter how many times you've fragged, he was still so wet and warm and could squeeze you so much that your vocalizer turned to garbled static.

You slowly pulled your spike out before gently pushing back in. He let out a shakey ex-vent as his digits dug into the wires in the gaps of your back plating. As you picked up your pace he quickly wrapped his other leg around your hip, his pedes pushing against your aft to make you thrust harder. Your helm ducked down so you could run your glossa along the fuel lines on his neck cables. Both of your fans whirred loudly followed by the sound of metal hitting metal.

His moans slowly turned more and more staticy. His digits twitching against your sensitive cables as his legs squeezed your waist tighter. You could easily tell that he was getting close to overloading and you weren't too far behind. Your thrusts turned frantic as you slipped a servo between your frames to grab his spike. Static spewed from his vocalizer as you started to pump his spike. The fluid leaking from the tip made it slippery as you ran your thumb along his weaping slit.

When he moaned your designation, it came out stuttered and heavily staticy. His calipers cycled around your spike as transfluid shot from his tip, covering both of your midsections. Your denta bit down on the edge of his plating seperating his neck from his chassis as your overload hit you. You moaned as you pressed as deep into him as possible, transfluids filling his tanks. You ex-vented heavily to cool your burning frame as you released the panel from your intake.

When you lifted your helm you could see that he had to reboot his system to be able to speak again. Your servo rubbed along his side as you placed soft kisses from his jaw to the top of his helm. When he came to, his bright blue optics looked at you as a smile broke out. You chuckled as you gently kissed him. It was cute whenever he glitched out from his overload every time you fragged him. As he unlatched his digits from your back plates you slowly lowered his legs as you pulled out. His face plates turned blue as your transfluids leaked out of his valve and made a small puddle on the ground. You could only smirk at his embarrassment as you closed your panels.

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Hey!!!! ᰔᩚᰔᩚᰔᩚ it's me again so quick question could you do a femme bot deception who has this werid fascination for the autonomy like she crazy for it and she had a mini con who also loves it! And her decepticon bf is like wow I love her Also Decepticons that could be her boyfriend (or husband your choice) tarn(because I never se any fics about him) , knockout, Soundwave and shockwave plz if the requests are open thank you! ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ᥫ᭡ (maybe NSFW if you want only!) Love ya stay healthy! ᰔᩚᰔᩚෆᰔᩚ

Unfortunately I don't know Tarn as a character very well, I've been working my way through all the shows and some comics (im currently on season 3 of the g1 80's cartoon) but I've yet to come across him. Though when I finally see/read him then I'll make a oneshot just for you and other Tarn lovers

Various decepticons x gn bot reader with minicon

Implied relationship, reader can be read as bigger or smaller than the other mechs

Warnings: Valve and spike for reader, Smut 18+

Knockout

• Being the only medic aboard the decepticon warship could be tiresome at times. Though it does help whenever you and your minicon are around his lab.

• Even if you're not a medic, your extensive knowledge of cybertronian anatomy can be useful. Your minicon would dig in the inner workings that he struggles to reach with his servos.

• You would list off what part is which function as you replace the damaged areas. He would never admit that he's learned a few things from you.

• When he'd catch you muttering the names of the inner workings his fans would automatically kick on. He was glad that you were together. Otherwise he'd fear that he would be torn apart to be examined by you and your minicon.

You had sent your minicon off to refuel and recharge after several joors of fixing up the decepticon army. It was quite fascinating to see wiring and cogs exposed. Of course Knockout had to remind you a few times that they were supposed to be inside the bot and you couldn't remove them to study. He cleaned up the mess in the medbay while you organized the damaged parts you wanted to keep. When he suggested that you share a washrack to help clean the grime from each other's joints, you jumped at the opportunity.

You were the only bot on the whole ship he could trust the not scratch his paint. That and you were an expert at buffing him just the way he liked. A simple wash led to you on your knees between his leg struts. Your skilful mouth lapping along his modestly panel. You'd name which circut you were touching when you dug your digits between his panels. When you pressed the latch to remove his modesty panel, you started listing which parts were the most sensitive.

He loved you dearly, but his processor was buzzing with the urge to buck up into your intake. He had to resist though. The last time he did that, you had him tied down and teased him for hours with your glossa all over his frame. When you finally put his spike in your intake, his panels flared while his fans turned to their highest setting. His digits clawed against your helm as you sucked. When he finally overloaded you smirked and placed your servos against the wall while arching your backstruts. He shuddered when he saw your dripping valve, ready for him to claim.

Soundwave

• As the only other bot on the ship with a minicon, it made sense for you and Soundwave to get close. Though what they didn't know was how close you were behind the doors of your habsuite.

• Due to you and your minicon's obsession with anatomy, he trusted you to help repair his minicons. You also helped with getting information from captured autobots.

• If he was too busy to read their mind, he'd send you and your minicon. And you were all too giddy to slowly tear them apart while keeping them online. Your minicon would destroy their fans and other inner workings, enough to make it as painful as possible without the risk of them deactivating.

• He's never had much urge to try and read you and your minicon's mind. The few times he did both processors were filled with images of them seeing the insides of autobots. He knew you were loyal to the decepticon cause as the autobots would offline you because of your interests alone.

It was a very rare off day for Soundwave. Usually he stepped away just to recharge and refuel before getting right back to work. Even his minicons rejoiced that he was finally taking the time to relax his struts. You had just finished your shift so you were laying across his berth as both your minicons caused chaos amongst the ship. Even when he wasn't scheduled to work, he still sat at his desk and viewed the video feed across the ship to make sure everything was running smoothly.

You could see how his shoulder pads were tense and decided to force his frame to relax. Slipping behind him, you knew he could sense you but not your intentions as he kept dutifully working. Your digits slipped between the plating of his armor along his shoulder pauldrons, coaxing his tense wires to relax. You knew you were successful when his rigid posture went lax under your servos. It had been too long since you've had any alone time with him. With your em field buzzing with arousal, he decided to indulge himself before the minicons came back.

Soon enough your back was to his berth, his boxy frame between your legs. After vorns entwined in each other's frames, he's learned all of your weak spots. His face guard was retracted so his now free glossa could run along your neck cables. Both of your modesty panels were gone, his large spike rubbing against your valve. He could spend joors just teasing your wet valve. Unfortunately you were an impatient bot and hooked your pedes around his waist to urge him on. With threats to mess with his wiring so he could only walk backwards, he finally sunk his spike into the tight wet heat of your valve.

Shockwave

• You worked as Shockwaves personal assistant as he worked in his lab. Your two servos were much more suited for dissecting offline mechs.

• While you weren't as smart as him in general science, your vast knowledge in cybertronian anatomy was useful. It also helped your minicon was able to get into the hard to reach spots.

• Shockwave had no need for frivolous emotions, they were illogical. Though he couldn't help but quietly admit to himself your precense was calming and made his work output twenty percent faster.

• When you noticed he got too engrossed in his work, neglecting to refuel or rest, you'd use those deft servos to rub along his cabling between his plating. You'd send your minicon out to refuel themself before fetching Shockwave his energon.

Your servos were currently rubbing inbetween the plating of his pauldrons as he sat at his desk. You knew your minicon would spend their time refueling chatting with other bots. So you had a bit of time to fully de-stress Shockwave before they returned. You couldn't help the smirk when he let out a low grunt when you rubbed over some tense cabling closer to his neck guard. Leaning forward, your ex-vents brushing against his audial fin made them twitch.

You couldn't help but tease about how tense he felt. That he'd benefit from something to fully de-stress. Luckily he's been around you long enough to know that your words were code for 'let's frag'. Before, he felt no need to fall to his base desires. After meeting you though, you proved how beneficial it can be. His servo hooked around your waist to drag you around him so you'd be sitting on his desk. He lacked a proper face to be able to kiss you, but you made up for it by dragging your glossa along his audial fins.

Both of your vents kicked on as he rested his canon arm across your lower spinal strut while his servo ran along your outer thigh. Your legs wrapped around his body, your pedes locking together to pull him closer. When his servo drifted along your modesty panel it automatically opened to reveal your spike and valve. Your frame shuddered as he held a firm grip on your spike and slowly started pumping it. When he stood up and revealed his own spike, you immediately spread your legs. The modifications and bumps on it would make a very pleasurable experience.

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I would love a short one shot with Optimus x human!reader, where reader has chronic pain and has a really bad flare up and Optimus is so concerned about them because they keep crying out in pain and he takes them to see ratchet because he is scared for his human partner.

I hope your flareups ease up and you feel better, and that you find some comfort in my fic. You can imagine whatever version of Optimus you want, though I had the g1 Optimus in mind.

Optimus Prime x human!reader

Helping with flareups

• He got curious when he didn't spot you anywhere in the base and went searching for you.

• When he checked your shared room, he frowned when he heard your cries behind the door.

• He's helped you through a few flareups before, but this time he could tell it was worse than usual.

• The things he always did didn't help ease your pain, making his concern for you to grow.

• When you cried out in pain and buckled in his arms when trying to simply get up to use the bathroom, he knew that he had to take you to Ratchet.

Laying on the cool padded slab build for humans, you groaned as the pain suddenly turned sharp and stabby. When Optimus first carried you in his hands to Ratchet, The old medic thought you had broken a bone with how you cried out when he moved your limbs. He had to go on a deep search in his supplies to hopefully find pain medication that could help. All the while Optimus knelt by your side, your hand curled around the plating of his digit. While Ratchet was going over how you felt now compared to the previous times, Optimus chimed in which specific dates and times whenever you couldn't remember.

It warmed your heart that he's kept a log of what he did to help each time. Whether you needed something hot or cold. The different types of massages he's learned so he could relax the muscles. As Ratchet wrote up a report to see what could help, and how he could get it, Optimus leaned down over your frame. He easily mass shifted and gently brushed his forehead against yours. His now smaller hands rubbed along your body where it hurt the most, trying to help your pain. He brought out a blanket and draped it over your frame. He had it designed so it would change into whatever temperature you needed at the moment.

Handing you the remote, he heard your sigh of relief as the blanket was turned on. When you gave him a small smile, he couldn't help but lightly kiss the back of your hand. Ever the gentle-mech, he never kissed you on the lips without asking first. Beckoning him closer, you made sure Ratchet wasn't looking before kissing him on the lips. The last time you dared to kiss him in the medbay, Ratchet lectured you for an hour about it being unsanitary. When you were discharged from the medbay, Optimus curled up behind you on your bed. His larger frame wrapped around yours while you waited for the pain to pass.

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Do you have a list of dos and don’t for what you write? I have a request but I wanna make sure it doesn’t go against any rules/boundaries you have

Apologies for the late response. I haven't checked my asks in a hot minute. Life has been keeping me busy and too tired to write anything.

So I will write fluff, smut, angst, and other fun stuff that I can't remember

But I refuse to write non-con, underage, and stuff like watersports and the like

I can also do human and cybertronian reader. And while I keep the reader insert as vauge as possible, barring my one fanfic where the reader is afab only cause they had a child, (shameless plug here) you can also request afab or amab reader with whatever pronouns you want.

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Eyes full of wonder

Tfp Optimus Prime x reader x Ratchet

Part 4: Sausages and corn

Previous

Summery: Getting settled into your new room is tough when you need to clean every surface. At least you taught the bots a bit about humans so they won't freak out if Sammy does something normal for kids her age.

After a trip to the nearest stores with Sammy in tow you were back in the base. Cliffjumper had followed you to town under the guise of 'protecting' you. It took a couple hours to find not only the cleaning supplies but the movies and something to play them on, all the while wrangling your kid. You had changed into slip on shoes so it'd be easier to keep up with her, though it made you consider getting those child leashes. Thankfully the small town had a small shop full of old electronics.

The older man running the shop was able to find a working portable movie player that had a tiny scratch in the corner of the screen. Browsing the thrift store movie selection, Sammy was excited about the talking cars movie and demanded to include one about bears who were brothers. You haven't seen it before but she seemed happy to have more movies about things that could talk. You picked out two movies that you've seen in the theaters that brought back fond memories of your old friends.

For such a small town, they had a decent selection. Maybe some parent got rid of all of their old movies after their kid moved out. You weren't going to question your luck and grabbed some food and splurged a bit with some popcorn. Hopefully this time she wouldn't make a buttery mess of herself. Now she was outside the room talking animatedly with Cliffjumper and Bumblebee while you covered your hair with one bandana while the other covered your face. You knew this much dust could be bad to inhale so you wanted to get the worst of it out before letting her into the room.

Tying rags to the broom you started wiping down the walls before working your way across the massive floors. You weren't sure how long you worked until you heard Bumblebee make a concerned whirr. Hearing him 'talk' to her made you somewhat able to understand the different meanings to the tone of his noises. Slightly out of breath from pushing the heavy duty mop around you leaned against it while trying to stretch out the kinks in your back.

"What's up Bumblebee? Everything good?" You asked as you pulled the sweaty bandana down from your face. Spying the edge of Cliffjumper's face as he peered in he informed you, mildly panicking, that she suddenly laid down and isn't responding. Fear gripped your heart as you dash across the room so fast you'd put Olympic runners to shame regardless of your injured foot. Flinging your body through the door you saw Sammy curled up on the floor with one of her plushies under her head.

You sagged in relief when you saw that she was just sleeping, taking an impromptu nap in the evening. "She's just napping guys. It's pretty normal for kids her age." You sighed as you thought about how you'd now have to move her so she wouldn't wake up sore. That seemed to ease their concerns as Bumblebee mimicked wiping sweat from his brow. Seeing how dirty your shirt now was you decided to take it off before handling her. You were wearing a thick, well covered sports bra underneath as it helped keep everything in place without showing too much skin.

Plus she had a habit of occasionally using your shirt as her napkin or tissue so you've taken to wearing something underneath that'll keep you covered enough. Mentally thinking about giving them a rundown of how kids worked later you tossed your shirt into the room. Bumblebee made a surprised sounding chirp as he quickly looked away from your exposed flesh. You internally grimaced at his reaction. Your skin had stretch marks from your pregnancy that never really went away and your weird human skin probably grossed him out.

Wanting to get it over with quickly you lifted Sammy into your arms, muscles straining slightly as you tried to balance yourself with one good foot. "Ya need any help?" Cliffjumper offered but you shook your head. "It'll take me a minute but I can get her to my car for her nap. Plus I could go for a short break anyways." As you slowly walked your ankle throbbed like a thousand wasps were stinging your muscles. You needed to check it over to make sure you didn't make your injuries worse.

You didn't want to bother Ratchet again the same day he told you to take it easy. You had a feeling he wouldn't be too happy if it got worse so quickly. And you'd rather avoid him using those shifty websites to diagnose you. Once you finally reached your car, you mentally celebrated that you didn't get lost. You've carried her to bed so many times now that when you laid her down on a blanket you kept for these instances she just grunted and rolled over. A quiet beep came from behind and when you looked you saw Bumblebee holding out the stuffed animal she was using as a pillow.

You thanked him as you tucked it under her limp arm and climbed into the trunk next to her while rolling up a soft cotton hoodie for her to use as a pillow. You noticed Arcee was standing near their giant computer thing with Optimus and Ratchet, quietly conversing. Giving the worried yellow bot a thumbs up you started unrolling the gauze around your ankle and foot. Carefully pressing around you quietly hissed at the sting. Nothing seemed broken so you rested it in the trunk while reaching towards your cooler.

You sighed as you felt the thick blanket underneath it was already wet, signaling that the ice has melted and leaked. Looking inside it was mostly just water with a few tiny ice cubes floating around. Thankfully the food had already been eaten so now it was just wet water bottles. Grabbing one of the barely cool bottles you pressed it against your ankle. Even if it wasn't really cold, the cool wet plastic helped ease the hot throbbing skin. As you rested you grabbed another bottle to drink out of as you watched the autobots.

It was interesting to see these giant extraterrestrial beings walking around so casually. Their bodies made completely of metal. If you told child you that aliens existed then they'd freak out. All those times gazing up at the stars wondering if you were alone in the universe. Turns out others existed among the stars. After several minuets your ankle started to feel better so you tossed the water bottle off to the side and rewrapped your foot. Testing your weight you nearly stumbled from the sharp pain.

Even though it hurt it wouldn't be the first time you've walked around with injuries. Like the time your ex kicked you off your bed because you complained about how dirty his socks were and landed on your tailbone. You weren't able to sit or walk hardly at all from the pain and he refused to let you go to a doctor. It must've healed weird since it still caused issues the years following. Now it only hurt if you sat for too long on hard surfaces or the weather changed drastically.

You tried to get x-rays of it once but the nurse told you nothing was wrong. It frustrated you but you'll be able to live with the occasional pain in your lower back as long as you used a walking stick on bad days. Limping back to the room you got back to work on cleaning after tossing your shirt back on. You were moving slower this time but you were determined to get it cleaned up enough that you could sleep tonight. The cots were the biggest pain to clean. The rough fabric had dust clinging to it that refused to budge.

Once you were finally able to get two of them clean enough you heard metallic knocking on the door frame. Looking over you spotted Cliffjumper looking in with Sammy holding on to one of his fingers. "She says she's hungry but I'm not sure what humans really eat." You nodded as you got off the floor with a groan. You decided to call it quits for today on cleaning since your body was protesting all the bending and scrubbing you did. "Since we have a kitchen in here, we should be able to heat up some canned food. What do you want to eat?"

Sammy hummed in thought as you slowly walked towards her. "I want those tiny hotdogs with the creamy corn." She stated as she moved to hold onto your hand. You shuddered at the thought of mixing Vietnamese sausages and creamed corn. You only bought them once when she was teething since it was soft and she instantly loved them. "Okay hun. Sausages and corn tonight." Checking the time on your flip phone you noticed that it was nearing dinner time anyways. You saw a text notification about a job interview you had the day after tomorrow for that burger joint.

It wasn't the greatest pay but it was something. Plus you were saving money not having to pay for a motel. Making the trip to your car Sammy ran ahead to grab the food leaving you walking with Cliffjumper. "Since you're under our care right now, Prime decided that I'm gonna be the guardian to you and Sammy." At your confused look he waved his hand in the air as he explained. "It just means that I'll look out for ya and keep you two safe. Even if we haven't had any con activity lately it'll be safer with one of us watching over ya."

You let out a quiet 'ah' in understanding. You guessed it made sense for them to keep an eye out for you. From the brief explanation you got about those decepticons you really didn't want to get caught by one. And cliffjumper seemed nice and Sammy likes him along with Bumblebee. "So will you follow me around when I go to the store and work? Cause it might seems suspicious if a fancy red car like you is following an old trashy car like mine."

He laughed and pointed a thumb at himself. "I'm gonna be driving you around. That way if any cons show up I can make a quick getaway." It seemed reasonable but there was only one flaw with his logic. "Well what about Sammy's car seat? I don't want to risk you damaging it if you need to transform." That seemed to stump him momentarily as he placed a hand on his chin. "Guess I'll have to wait to transform back into my root mode when her special seat is in the back. How long would it take to remove it?"

You giggled at his naivety regarding car seats. Soon enough Sammy was running towards you holding three cans with Bumblebee following her. When she handed them to you she turned to the yellow bot. He lowered his hands to show that he was holding a couple bowls and a single pot with the silverware inside. "Good job you two. I'll get started on cooking." You took the items from him and struggled to keep from dropping anything. You already tested the burners on the stove and they seemed to work just fine so you went ahead and started to get everything ready.

As you cooked the sausages first, Sammy sat in the doorway talking to the two bots. A new voice caught your attention as you were placing the now cooked food into the bowls. Peering through the doorway you saw a blue foot that was smaller than the others. It must be Arcee since there was only one other autobot that was blue, and he was much bigger than the rest. Dumping the corn into the pot you figured it would be okay to step away for just a minute to talk.

Approaching them you overheard Cliffjumper explaining to her that he was your new guardian. She only raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms. "So you're stuck on babysitting duty for a couple of humans?" You would've made a retort but you were taken aback by her beauty. You didn't get a good look at her before but now that she was standing still you could tell she was very pretty. It made you feel a bit insecure since you were covered in sweat and bits of dust while wearing old clothes with tiny holes in the bottom of your shirt.

Why did the alien robots have to be so pretty? While you were ruminating she took notice of you and Sammy. "Guess you'll be here a while with Cliff watching over you." Her tone was icy and made you feel unwelcome in her precense. Cliffjumper threw an arm around her shoulders as he guestered animatedly in the air. "Aw don't be like that 'Cee. They're pretty cool. Little Sammy here even showed us some neat toys."

Sammy took that as her queue to hold up one of those talking dolls. It's voice box was a bit staticy but you could tell it was one of those popular songs from years ago. "Agent Fowler is working on getting us a house in the area. He said he'd be back in a few days with the rest of the paperwork then we'll be leaving for our new home." She seemed slightly surprised at your statement while Sammy just mashed her toy against your leg. You sighed as the plastic dug into the meat of your thigh, already knowing that it'll leave tiny bruises.

Gently pushing the toy away you gave her your best stern parental look. "Please don't use your toys on Baba. If you need something we use our words." She pouted up at you and continued to hit her toy against your poor abused leg. Barely concealed snorting caught your attention making you look up to see Arcee covering her mouth. From the way her eyes squinted you knew that she was grinning behind her hand. The other two didn't bother to hide their amusement as you being turned into her play mat.

Hearing the corn bubbling made you quickly realize that you left the burner on and had to check on it lest you burn dinner again. "C'mere you stinker." You grumbled as you scooped Sammy into your arms. She squealed and laughed as you tilted her back and forth in your arms as you walked back to the kitchen area. "You guys are welcome to hang around while we eat. Though I should warn you that Sammy's a messy eater."

That made them start to clear the area with the same type of excuse of needing to work somewhere else. Prying the doll from Sammy's surprisingly strong grip was difficult until you promised that she could help stir the corn. With only some of the food splattering the stove and counter you managed to get everything into the bowls so she could eat. Without proper furniture you had to push a cot against the wall so she could use it as a table.

As she rambled nonsense about her new friends, you had to constantly remind her to swallow her food before talking. Your main reasoning was so she wouldn't risk choking, but also because she spat half chewed sausages everywhere. You may be used to your kid being gross but it doesn't mean you have to like it. Once dinner was finished you wiped down the cot and told her she could unpack her bag while you washed the dishes.

Organizing her toys would keep her busy enough so you could get the rest of your bags. One big duffle bag contained your bedding while the other two held both of your clothing. Wanting to get the beds ready you started with Sammy's first. Laying down a soft blue sheet with little white clouds printed on it caught her attention. Suddenly you had an eager four year old wanting to help lay her bright neon pink blanket across her bed. Once her bed was made you took less care of making your own.

Exhaustion seeping into your bones from the workout of cleaning a whole room. Not seeing the harm in just relaxing for a while you flopped back onto your cot. It wasn't very comfortable but it definitely beat sleeping in your car. You could hear Sammy making car sounds with her mouth followed by one of her toys being slid across your shins and feet. Looks like you're now her race track. Resigning in your fate you closed your eyes while she played. You were just resting your eyes, you definitely weren't going to nap.

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Chance encounters

Megatron x reader x Soundwave

Part 12: Obsession

Previous

Summery: A peak into Megatron's mind about what he thinks of the little human running around his ship.

Notes: This one took a while to write as work has been keeping me very busy. This chapter got a bit longer than anticipated cause I found it quite fun to write from a different perspective. I figured it'd help to write from Megatron's pov so his sudden obsession makes a bit more sense. And to fill in a couple plot holes I made.

A bit spicy towards the end so Minors dni

Warnings: Masterbation/ self servicing

Life on the deception warship had started to become mundane for Megatron. It's always the same nearly every cycle. Command the troops to potential energon mines. Fight the autobots over scraps of their life fuel. Deal with Starscream plotting to overthrow him constantly. The only thrill he got anymore was when he had the chance to cross blades with the autobots leader, Optimus Prime. Other than those few moments, it had become dull for him.

It wasn't until he sent Starscream and a handful of vehicons out to find a reclic that appeared on their scanners near a human settlement. He had requested a space bridge back and quickly made himself scarce. His loyal second in command, Soundwave, had informed him that he appeared to be trying to hide something in his servo. At first he thought that he had found dark energon and was trying to hide it for some plot against him, again.

It wasn't until he was awoken from recharge to tiny little steps that he realized what his traitorous second in command was truly hiding. He meant to intimidate the small human, make them cower and fear him like all the others. But they had the ball bearings to compare his face plate to one of their avian organics. They must of not heard of him if they bravely, or stupidly, insulted him. Though it was quite interesting to have someone not inheritly fearful of him. When he had held them in his servo he was surprised at their softness.

The only times he's touched an organic was to squish them under his pedes. Their protine strands were especially soft with an interesting texture he's never felt before. It was amusing when they tried to evade his curious touch. After he sent them to scurry away in the vents like a turborat he gave up on recharging. Getting a message from Soundwave about a relic picked up on their sensors he sent Knockout and Breakdown to retrieve it.

While he waited for them to return he kept thinking about that organic. Their expressions were very alike to cybertronians. It was strange how a species so far from his home acted similarly to his people. Yet they were so weak and frail with a pathetically short life span. While he was ruminating in his thoughts, he noticed the ground bridge opening. It was a mild surprise to see the organic exit from Knockout's vehicle mode.

Hearing of their success with their help, he decided to let Starscream keep his pet if they continued to be this useful. They could keep the autobots at bay, using their hesitation to hurt any organics on this planet, while reporting any of Starscream's plans to usurp him. While researching the relic that was brought back he was disappointed to realize it was useless to him. So he had Starscream put it in their vault. Better in their hands than the autobots.

His ire grew when Starscream lamented about how he had better things to do than menial tasks he belived were beneath him. So he decided to torment him a little by having him fetch his human pet. The twitching of his wings gave away the fact that he didn't like the idea but had no choice but to comply. Though when the human arrived and hesitated to step onto his servo, he became annoyed. They insulted him on their first meeting and acted friendly with his subordinates, yet he could see the fear in their eyes when it came to him.

Once they were situated he went over the reports that required his optics. He was glad to have them nearby as their softness was relaxing to pet. Strange how something so small could get him to relax while reading over reports. The feeling of their body soothed his anger. It wasn't until they curled up against his servo that he let out an accidental rev of his engine. Thankfully, most bots in the room would've assumed it was from anger. The many times he's yelled at his troops for failing him while his engine growled made not one turn to look.

Though the prickling sensation in the back of his helm let him know that one bot did notice. He didn't have to turn to know it was Soundwave who looked knowingly at him. Of course his oldest friend would be able to tell the difference of his engine noises. He resisted the urge to lift his plating defensively as he stroked a thumb over their head. Once the reports became repetitive he thought some things over. If the human was to report to him about any of Starscream's plans, then they'd need something to communicate with him.

He wasn't a patient mech and didn't want to wait around for them to scurry through his vent with their findings. Deciding to send a message to Shockwave about making a datapad for them, he realized they fell into recharge. It made his spark feel strange sensations to know they trusted him enough to recharge in his servo. When he was still a gladiator, he trusted no bot to stay after interfacing. Once the job was done he'd kick them out. Only once did he let a bot stay in his berth, and they had attempted to offline him.

After that, the only bot he trusted enough to be near while vunerable was Soundwave. He could count on him to be his optics and audials. When he received a ping from Shockwave that he finished making a datapad, he decided to step away from his work. It wasn't all that important anyways. Checking his internal chronometer he realized it has been just over a groon since the human fell asleep. Not knowing how to wake them from recharge, he picked up their limp body to carry them.

The let out a quiet noise before curling up between his talons. Their actions reminded him of a young cybercat that had its fill of fuel and was content. While he was making the trek to Shockwave's lab they finally came online. It was easy to tempt them into going to the lab at the idea of getting something. It appeared they liked the idea of receiving a datapad so they could message others. As he was handed the datapad he noticed how Shockwave was staring at the little organic.

It made him feel strange at how focused his single optic was. Why did the idea of Shockwave experimenting on the human bother him? Ignoring the weirdly possessive feeling for now, he ordered him back to work. Leaving the room the human was excited to start tapping away on their datapad. It was almost endearing to see them so happy with something. When he caught himself slightly smiling at them he quickly looked away before they noticed his expression. Why did his spark feel warm when he saw their smile? He free servo clenched into a fist to keep from rubbing his chassis that housed his spark.

Arriving in Starscream's room he saw the pathetic state of their living arrangement. Items were scattered about with piles of fabrics that covered their frame. From what little information he knew of humans, they used the item they used as their bed for their pets. He didn't know why he was so upset at seeing their bedding. Starscream kept them as a pet so they should sleep on a bed made for pets. But seeing their face as they lightly kicked an empty fuel container pulled something in his spark.

It somewhat reminded him of his shoddy housing during his gladiator days. After leaving he headed towards his habsuite to do some research about humans. What they had seemed like enough to keep them online, but after using the humans pitiful search engine he learned that it was barely the bare minimum. They required so many different things to not only keep them online, but happy. Even their prisoners had better living arrangements than his pet. He paused when he realized he started thinking of the organic as his.

They belonged to Starscream, not him. He shouldn't care this much about keeping them comfortable. Why was he going through all this effort? Some flimsy excuse about using them to spy on Starscream? Gritting his denta he slammed a fist on his desk, leaving a sizable dent behind. Why did this pathetic, insignificant human constantly run through his processor? Ever since he met them, their image was constantly on his mind. It was like a bad virus.

Infecting every code and worming deeper in his processor with each passing klik. Running a quick internal scan revealed nothing out if the ordinary. Ex-venting deeply he rested his helm on his servos. After several kliks of brooding he decided that he must've been inturiged about the human and wanted to be close to them, like he was with Soundwave. No being in the entire universe wanted to treat him as an equal like they do. Perhaps he's been fighting this war for too long and didn't know how to react anymore to beings not trying to usurp or offline him.

Remembering what he said to the human before leaving gave him the energy he needed to continue his research. First he started searching what their housing looked like before working his way through their diets. It was equal parts intriguing and disgusting to learn that they consumed lesser organics. A message appeared on his comm and he almost dismissed it before realizing who sent it. Apparently the human said an insult to Starscream and the fool took it as a compliment.

A smirk graced his features at their boldness to mock a commanding officer. His thoughts quickly drifted to how they could try to insult him. What kind of words would leave their intake? Realizing that they were distracting him again he sent a message to make it clear that their communication line should stay professional. No casual conversation. Another message came through, this time from Soundwave. Another relic has been spotted, this time by autobots.

After Soundwave gave a brief description of the area he decided to send out fliers to retrieve it. Starscream should hope to be successful after his last failed mission. Looking at his screen filled with information about humans, he hesitated momentarily about asking Soundwave for advice. His third in command has been getting closer to the human and was excellent at getting information he needed. And knowing how fickle Srarscream was about his loyalty, it would bode him well to have someone else ready to watch over his pet in his absence.

Several messages later and he learned a lot more about humans in general. Soundwave had not only looked into their fuel sources, but had discovered their music. He even confirmed his hypothesis that the human on board would have a more fruitful life with comfort items. With Soundwave's skills he managed to get many human things to be delivered in a discrete location the next cycle. It was some abandoned building that he'd sent a vehicon to pick up and deliver to Soundwave's habsuite.

He wondered what their reaction would be when they saw their new bed. Would they smile the same way they did when receiving their data pad? He was thankful to be alone in his room as the sound of his engine purring would instantly give him away to what he was thinking. How did one simple human make him lose control of his engine? He hasn't had these issues since he was a newly forged bot. Back before he was even called Megatronus. He wondered if the human was someone important to their species.

They never said anything about having other humans look for them and seemed content to live among the decepticons. Using the humans search engine he looked up their name. He managed to find a profile on a website called book something, though they seldom posted anything. Digging around some more he learned that they worked a low paying job. In their society it would be grunt work and menial tasks. Interestingly enough, he found an old news article that came out when they would've been two stellar cycles old.

It talked about how one of their younglings fell into a hole while they were out camping with their carrier and sire. They were rushed to the nearest hospital with possible radiation poisoning but made a complete recovery a few cycles later. It didn't go into much detail about what caused the radiation, but he had a hunch. It was said to be in one of their national parks, so cross referencing the area with known energon mine locations he quickly had an answer. That young human, his human, had fell into an energon mine.

It made sense as energon was extremely toxic to organics. Though how did they recover from it? Looking up their caregivers yielded little results. Their sire worked a mundane job that wasn't noteworthy. Though their carrier, that caught his attention. She was a human scientist specializing in geology. An atricle was posted about how she single handedly discovered a new type of radioactive crystal, though there wasn't any more information about what it was.

He was starting to put things together as it went on about how she was the only one out of three other humans to not offline from the toxicity. Did this human come into contact with raw energon and managed to find a way to keep them from offlining? It was dated a few months after their youngling, his human, fell and came into contact with the substance. Unfortunately there was no more information about their carrier or her discoveries. It seemed like she simply dissapeared completely after her discovery.

A ping from Soundwave told him that the human was currently with him. And he discovered something interesting. When the human appeared distressed after hearing a certain song, they emitted a faint emp. That certainly caught his interest. It appears that when they came into contact with raw energon and their carrier managed to heal them, it must've done something to their dna as no human has ever had an emp before.

It was no surprise none of them have been able to feel it as Soundwave was sensitive to any emp emitted. Maybe that was the reason he felt weirdly drawn to them. He's never felt anything but contempt for organics. But this one had managed to get under his platings and merge themselves with his wiring. He felt a sudden itch to see them again. Would they greet him happily when seeing him? Knowing they were already in Soundwave's habsuite he decided to check the recordings for Starscream's room.

After his failed attempt on his spark, he had a camera set up in the corner of the room to see if he would have any more plots against him. Unfortunately his SIC only used his habsuite to recharge so the camera wasn't useful. Though now he could check it to see how the human was fairing. Pulling up the monitering system on his screen he went back far enough to see them on the table. He watched as they awoke from recharge and quickly grabbed one of their plastic bag containers from their outing before making their way to the only other door in the room.

The angle of the camera let him see into the partially open door to the wash rack as the human stood in view. He knew he should've looked away, or at least fast forward the footage, when they started to remove their coverings. Instead he watched as they used a small stool to reach the controls for the water. He figured that they would start cleaning their frame, mildly curious to see how different their cleaning regimen was. To his surprise, they pulled out something too small to see properly on camera from their bag and moved it between their legs.

It took his processor an astroklick before realizing they were pleasuring theirself. He wondered what they were thinking about as they worked the device between their legs. A small, dark part of his processor hoped that it was of him. How he wished that he went ahead and added sound to go along with the video. Feeling a charge starting to build up the longer he watched, his spike started slowly pressuring behind his modesty plating.

Giving in to his desires, his plating snapped to the side to reveal his pressurized spike. Gripping it in his servo, he did his best to match their pace. He could easily imagine them underneath him. How he'd pin them down, completely at his mercy. What kind of noises would they make? Would they use their sharp glossa to get him worked up until he snapped? It would be easy for him to stuff something in their intake to silence them. Vents kicking onto the low setting, his processor filled with imagery of the human.

Groaning as he reached his peak, transfluid shot out and covered his servo. The human on the video had already overloaded and was now working on lathering their body in their cleaning fluid. Taking deep vents he looked at the mess he made on himself. He let out a deep grunt, dissatisfied that he couldn't touch the human. Pulling out a cleaning rag from his subspace, he started cleaning himself. Circuits that burned for his human now lay lax and satiated.

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If they had wanted to infect him so he'd never harm them, then they had won. He's never felt like this in all the vorns he's been online. Subspacing the now dirty rag, he cleared the video from his screen and pulled up the research he was doing before he got distracted. Knowing that Soundwave was excellent as acquiring any information he needed he went ahead and sent all that he has found to him. Finding himself staring at the blank screen, he was finally able to not think about that human momentarily. Maybe now his could finish looking over the reports.

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Eyes full of wonder

Tfp Optimus Prime x reader x Ratchet

Part 3: Paperwork and bartering

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TW for past abuse

Summery: After trying to work out a deal with agent Fowler you decide to make the best of your situation. As you stress over your past Sammy is busy making new friends with the autobots.

Notes: I just wanna give ya'll a heavy [!!!!!TRIGGER WARNING!!!!!] as this chapter deals with pretty heavy topics. Such as past sexual abuse as a child.

I write this story to kinda work out things that happened to me in the past though I try to not go too into detail. But Mc's past isn't a happy one so you have been warned.

Agent Folwer had taken you to a small office off to the side to go over the paperwork. Since it was for two presumed adults he only had you to through a third of it. Stating that he'd have to get different papers for your child since she wasn't even old enough to be in school, much less understand what she was signing. It was mostly nda stuff, stating that you'd never tell another soul about the autobots and if questioned to pretend you've never heard of them.

Sammy played with her toy on the empty book shelf while you did paperwork. It took a while to read through them as you didn't want to risk agreeing to something crazy. Though when you talked about the goverment assisting in getting you a house as payment for your silence Fowler grew tense. "Unfortunately because of your daughter's age, we can't garentee her not blabing to anyone about giant alien robots. So for the time being, you'll be staying here in the silo."

You sighed and rubbed your forehead in frustration. Your poor brain was tired from so much reading and the news was the cherry on top of your budding headache. "Can I at least leave to get the rest of my things and check out of the motel we're staying at?" His eyes slightly widened before quickly schooling his expression. "I wasn't aware that you were staying at a motel. I figured you wanted a nicer house for all the trouble."

You shook your head as you glanced over at Sammy. "We've been on the road shortly after she was born. My ex wasn't a good man. When I first left he'd constantly harass me about wanting to see her so I packed everything I had and took off. I couldn't risk him taking his anger out on her too." Tears burned your eyes but you refused to let them fall. You couldn't handle the though of him laying a hand on your precious baby girl.

You could still remeber the stinging pain of when he'd slap you after you painted your nails pink after finding out the gender while pregnant. How he'd forcefully grab your arms so tightly that there'd be tender bruises the next day. He seemed so sweet and kind when you dated in high-school. But his true colors shined when he had you isolated and all to himself. Sammy turned and made her toy wave at you so you playfully waved back. After all the pain and abuse, you were glad you had her in your life.

Fowler's voice caught your attention making you turn to face him. "I'm very sorry you went through that. If your ex ever tries to contact you again, I can have him taken care of." His serious tone showed that he wasn't joking in the slightest. You were kinda glad that you had someone now who could help protect you. Someone who wouldn't stress over threats and being woken up at early hours in the morning to banging on the door. "Thank you. Since I left and changed my number he hasn't been able to find me. But in the off chance he does, you'll be the first one I'll call."

He nodded his head as he stacked the paper together. "Yes well, I know how stressful it can be to leave a situation like that. You were trying to protect your daughter the best you could. I'll see about talking to my higher ups about getting you a house. Say something about witness protection and such because of the little one. Maybe see if I can get one with a swing set or something." As he stood you quickly wiped away a tear from the corner of your eye while his back was turned.

Seeing that you were done Sammy ran up and started tugging on your clothes. "I'm hungry. I need fooood." She said dramatically as she leaned back. Fowler chuckled under his breath as he held the door open for you. "It'll be a couple days to get all this sorted. There's a few rooms that should have cots in them for you. They'll be pretty dusty so I recommend a good cleaning beforehand." You nodded as you gently pushed on Sammy's back towards the door.

"Thank you agent Fowler. You have no idea how much this means to me." He grew awkward at your gratitude and rubbed his neck. "I'm just doing my job. I'll be seeing you two soon." He said and briskly walked back towards the elevator. Sammy ran ahead of you down the stairs since you had to take it slowly. You kept an eye on the robots to make sure they didn't step too close as she ran to your car. By the time you reached it she had already opened the door and was crawling around inside to find the snack bag.

You smiled at her antics as you opened the trunk to get the cooler. You had wrapped a few sandwiches in it and hoped that the ice hasn't melted enough to make them soggy. When you held up a sandwich and shook it to get her attention she gasped and started reaching for it. "You need to sit first to get the sandwich. C'mere." You patted the empty space in the trunk. She crawled over the seats as you unwrapped the sliced sandwich. You had cut them into triangles without the crust just the way she liked them.

As she ate you noticed Bumblebee looking over at you curiously. Based off how he acted you figured he was probably the youngest of them. He had that childlike curiosity when seeing something new. And based off his body language, you could tell that he wanted to come over but was either shy or unsure if he was allowed to. It was strange how human he acted and it reminded you so much of Sammy. Deciding to throw him a bone you half waved at him as you unwrapped your own sandwich that had all the crust shoved into it.

"So your name is Bumblebee, right?" That relaxed him as he shuffled over while nodding his head. "Thash a ee." Sammy said with her mouth completely full. You gave her the stink eye as you playfully poked the side of her head. "Chew and swallow your food before talking hun. It's gross seeing all that mush." She giggled as she did as you said. "You're gross." When she stuck her tounge out you pretended to try and grab it, making her squeal in laughter. High pitched chirps and beeps caught your attention as you looked to see Bumblebee crouched down near your car.

You tilted your head in confusion since you couldn't really understand him. When he pointed a finger at the sandwich with another beep you felt like you somewhat understood what he was asking. "You curious about my sandwich?" You questioned as you held it up. He nodded as he fired off many beeps. Thankfully Cliffjumper came to your rescue as he stood behind the curious bot. "We haven't seen much of what humans consume for fuel. Do all humans eat those?" You shurgged in response.

"Most of us. There's a wide variety of foods people eat. And there's food some people like and others don't. It just depends on where you are and what's available." They nodded as they processed the new information. "I like sandwiches but I don't like tomatoes. They're yucky." Sammy chimed in as she finished the last bites of her meal. You smiled at her as she scooted forward to hop down from the trunk. The first time you gave her a tomatoe she acted like you were trying to poison her and cried until you handed her a piece of an orange.

The metal titans took a step back when she landed on the ground in front of them. "Do you want to see my toys?" She asked and turned to face you and lightly slapped your legs. Her silent way of begging for your assistance. You wrapped the rest of your sandwich up and put it away with a sigh. You'll finish it later if she doesn't get hungry again. "We should head back to the motel to get our things before you start showing them your toys." That made her groan at having to wait but she didn't argue.

She only brought two of her toys to play with when you left to celebrate her birthday so there wasn't much to show off anyways. "I'll escort ya'll to your motel." Cliffjumper said as he started to transform into a car. You nodded as you ushered Sammy into her car seat. Once you were ready you drove down the tunnel into the hot dessert air. Cliffjumper followed behind as you drove to the outskirts of town towards the motel. It wasn't the best looking but the beds were clean and the water pressure was consistent.

Wrangling a small child with an injured foot was tricky but you managed to get to your room. It was a single bed with an old boxy tv on top of a dresser. You instructed Sammy to pack up her toys while you got everything else. Once you car was loaded up and you were successfully checked out you gave a thumbs up to the red car and started driving back to the base. You were hoping that there were working showers and a kitchen area there, otherwise you'd have to drive all the way to the truck stop on the other side of town to use their facilities.

Sammy talked excitedly about showing her toys to the others and wondering what their vehicle forms looked like. Soon enough you were back in the base, parking your car off to the side out of the way. Before you could even open your door, Sammy was flying out of the car with an armful of toys and running towards Bumblebee. You worriedly watched her but sighed in relief when the others immediately gave her space as to not accidentally step on her. As you closed the door she left open you noticed two new autobots talking to Optimus.

They must be Arcee and Bulkhead that you were told about. You had a hunch about who was who judging off their sizes. You caught Optimus's eye making him guesture towards you and your kid. As you walked over he introduced you to the two bots making you nod your head in greeting. "Nice to meet you two." The bigger of the two seemed quite a bit more friendly than his companion as he lowered a massive hand to shake yours.

"Name's Bulkhead. So you're the human with the little sparkling running around?" Because of the size of his hand you wound up shaking his index finger as you nodded. You had a feeling that sparkling meant child to them since this was the second time it was said. "Yep. Her name is Sammy and I'm her baba." When you turned to face the other bot she only looked you up and down before glaring and quickly left. Bulkhead sighed as he straightened up.

"Don't take it too personally. It takes her a while to warm up to someone new. Especially humans." You grinned up at him as you waved off his concern. "A lot of people are the same way. It's no skin off my nose." They seemed mildly confused at what you said so you mumbled something about human phrases while looking over towards Sammy. Bumblebee was sitting on the ground holding the various toys Sammy was showing him as she rattled off their names.

You smiled as she interacted with the yellow bot. The most interaction she's had with others was kind bosses you've worked for and random kids in playgrounds. You've been a tad overprotective of who she interacted with, knowing the dangers of the world a young girl like her could face. You remember being young and naive of the true dangers around you and never truly realized what happened until years later. There was a good reason you've never contacted most of your family.

Even if the relationship with your parents was strained because of your ex, it was probably for the best you went no contact with them. They ignored what you tried telling them what happened as a kid. Saying that it was basically your fault for goading certain people you'd rather not think about less you get angry. How could a child who wasn't even ten yet understand what happened to them, much less tempt them. You were supposed to be protected and instead was hurt and traumatized by those you called family.

Feeling your heart pounding in your chest you took several deep breaths to calm yourself. It was all in the past and they couldn't hurt you anymore. Hearing metal and gears shifting you looked over to see Optimus kneeling down next to you. You haven't even notice Bulkhead wandering off to talk to Sammy and Bumblebee. His bright blue eyes looked down at you in concern as he rested an arm over his knee. "Are you alright? I noticed your heartrate has sped up and you show signs of distress."

You weren't even going to question how he noticed and instead grinned up at him. "I'm fine. Just lost in thought is all." Needing something to do with your hands you pointed a thumb towards your hatchback. "I'm gonna go look for a room to use and unpack some of our things. Agent Fowler warned me that it'll be pretty dusty so I wanna get started cleaning before I have to deal with a cranky kid." He nodded in understanding but a glint in his eyes showed that he didn't quite believe you.

"Cliffjumper can show you around the base so you won't get lost in these many halls. I believe there is several empty rooms we've yet to use as they were too small for us to enter." He said as he slowly rose to his full towering height. He called over said bot and asked him to show you and Sammy around. Cliffumper happily agreed and waved a hand for you to follow. Glancing at Sammy one last time you saw that she was busy playing with Bumblebee. It was kinda cute to see this massive autobot delicately holding a stuffed bear while playing pretend with her.

Deciding that she should be safe enough with him you followed the red bot. You highly doubted that she could remeber which way to go from the several times she got turned around in parking lots. As he showed you around you learned where their storage rooms were, including their personal bedrooms. It took a few turns before you finally got to an area meant for humans to rest. The doors were fairly tall yet too small for any of them to fit through.

Cliffjumper was knelt on the ground, peaking through the open door, as you took in your temporary living space. Pretty dusty was an understatement about the room. There was a half wall seperating the sleeping area that had a stack of basic cots in the corner with a thick layer of dust on top. The main room was big and empty, most likely meant to be filled with tables and chairs to act as a common room. Off in a corner was a basic kitchen setup that had more counter space than you could ever need.

It would take at least two days to clean it all out since there was no windows to help air out the dust. And with your injured foot it would probably take even longer. You'll have to run to the nearest store in town for cleaning supplies since you didn't trust that anything you found here was still good. "How can such an isolated room get so dusty?" Cliffjumper's voice shook you out of your thoughts. You chuckled as you limped over to test all the lights, happy when they all worked.

"No matter what, dust will always find a way in." That got a laugh out of him as you noticed a regular sized door that lead to a closet. Thankfully it had a few supplies left that wouldn't go bad like brooms and buckets. Side eyeing the weirdly crusty bottle of bleach you decided that you needed gloves before touching it. Making your way back to the door you flipped off the lights with a sigh. "I'm gonna need so many things to clean that mess. You know if this town has any bargin stores? I should be able to get a few things for cheap there."

He hummed in thought as he tapped his chin. "I've never really paid attention to human shopping areas. But if you're worried about your currency then I'll loan you some of your money." At your shocked expression he let out a hearty laugh. Before you could ask how he was able to get money since he couldn't exactly work at a job he somehow pulled out a card from seemingly nowhere. "Fowler lets us have a bit of an allowance after Bee accidentally robbed a few plants."

Curious about how he could even pull that off, you decided to ask another time as you were handed a black card. "Are you sure this is okay?" You asked cautiously, wondering if there was some kind of catch for giving you his money. "I ain't ever used it. Plus, your government basically pays us so I don't care how much you spend." He suddenly leaned down like he was whispering a secret to you. "Though if you could get some of those movie things I've heard about I'd greatly appreciate it."

You nodded as you tucked the card away safely on your person. If all he asked was for a few movies then you'd make sure to pick a decent variety to see if he liked any of them. You had a fleeting thought about if any of them would like that one movie about that talking race car stuck in a small town after destroying their road or if they'd take offence to it. You figured if they didn't like it you could always say that it was for your kid to watch. With money not a worry anymore you started a mental checklist of all the things you now needed.

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