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Paradigm shift to separate the fluff from the, let’s just say, not so fluffy. 🔞 MDNI

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🔞 MDNI

⚠️ Warning: I write mature scenarios. Some storylines may have darker themes, physical pregnancy or sparked readers, mentions of past abuse, alcoholism, or even dubc0n. If these things make you uncomfortable or are triggering, this is likely not the blog for you.

This is the 🔞 side blog for RevelBoo. All scenarios and chapters housed here will be valveplug to try and get a bit of separation from the main storylines/blog.

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Hello its me, the letmerizzyouup anon. Did i rizz you? Probably not lol but i wanted to add on my thoughts. Whenever im reading smut i would read it with a bored, straight looking face BUT id be blushing and giggling when fluffy fics are a bit suggestive. Idk why maybe its just a me thing.

There was a time when id be reading smut and i barely realised someone next to me was also silently reading the fic with me. We both kinda gave each other side eyes before focusing on the fic again lol

Anyywayy i wasnt sure whether to sent this to your rvlboo blog or this since its kinda spicy(?). I dunno if its okay to send somewhat spicy asks to ur boo blog so its in here instead. i just thought itd be fun to share my thoughts, have a good day revel!

Nah, I get it 🤣 I personally prefer the fluffy stuff. 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Warm

Wildwheel x Reader

• “It’s nothing. A scratch,” he rumbles trying to pull his hand away as you sit in his lap while he’s mass displaced. Insisting on cleaning his wounds even though he’s tried to tell you he’s fine. Little stuff like this his self repair can easily deal with. And even though he’s much stronger, he doesn’t bother yanking his hand away. Letting you disinfect a nothing scratch to keep it from potentially rusting because you need to do this for him. Because you seem to find some self worth in doing this and he can’t take that away even as he doesn’t really understand it.

• Carefully cleaning out the shallow scratch in his living metal skin, you know he thinks you’re being silly. That this isn’t necessary, but it’s about all you can do for him. Sometimes feel so useless out here far from home. Gripping his big hand in both of yours, you’re so focused that you startle when the servos of his other hand brush your chin. “I’m not going anywhere anytime soon,” he says, a servo feathering over your bottom lip as your face heats. “Bots like me? We’re survivors.” Know that. Had realized that when you’d gotten an inkling how vast the gap between your lifespan and his is. That you’re a blip in his long existence and that hurts.

• Your eyes are so sad his spark aches when they meet his optics, your field feeling like rain washing over him. Where did your mind just go? “Will you remember me?” You ask so softly he almost misses it. ‘You’re with me,’ he growls, servos gently gripping your chin. ‘The Pit can take the rest of the universe, you’re with me.’ Why do have to look at him like that? Gathering you against his chassis, he vents, mouth brushing the corner of yours. ‘You’re not going anywhere and neither am I,’ he adds, annoyed when you don’t smile. Don’t laugh and tease.

• His mouth covers yours in a warm slide as he leans and you’re laid down on his berth, his frame coming down to cover you mindful of his weight. Reaching to hang onto him, you slide your tongue against the seam of his lips and he lets you in with a groan. Can feel his big hands sliding over you, his touch possessive and almost too rough. Want to believe his words. That this can last, but you know it can’t. Not when his kind live millions of years and your kind is lucky to get eighty. Feel his spike pressurize between your bodies as his glossa tangles with your tongue. Want to believe he’ll miss you even though that feels so petty. That he won’t forget you.

• Can’t stop touching you, hands sliding under your clothes to find skin and ground himself in the feel of you as his hips rock against you. Will he remember you? Like you have no fragging idea that you’re everything? Isn’t sure if there’d be anything left of himself without you there. Even trying to imagine going back to his life before, to not having you there just pisses him off. Isn’t letting anything happen to you. Isn’t leaving you. You’re just fragging stuck with him.

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Stuck in a grimlock drought💔 lowkey need some of the dinos noodle if ya know what im taking about wink wink nudge nudge😏 (get the reference?)

Get that “noodle!” 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️

Needy Pt 2

Grimlock x Reader

• Fingertips tracing lazily over his helm as you lay there with your feet in the water, you wonder when this had started feeling so normal. What does that say about you that you can accept your new life so easily? That you’re not trying to get away anymore to go back to your real life? “Frowning,” he growls in question, a big servo smoothing between your brows to make you smile. He’s not a mech of many words and when he does talk, it’s stilted, difficult for him. But he tries for you and you appreciate it.

• “Just thinking,” you say as you roll over onto your stomach, stretching your arm to dabble your fingers in the water and his still semi-pressurized spike stirs. ‘Thinking?’ He asks, shifting between your slightly spread thighs and you look back at him over your shoulder. But he’s staring at his excess on your thighs, loving the way you look when you’re messy with his release. Covering you, he groans as you tilt your hips and he buries himself inside you again. Needing you even though he just overloaded inside you. Unable to stop reaching for you.

• Breath catching as his hips rock, there’s no urgency in his movements as he nuzzles against the back of your neck. Mask retracted and denta teasing the skin there. And you don’t bother trying to unravel the convoluted way you feel about him, losing yourself in the feel of his spike stroking inside you as he rumbles possessively at your back. “Worrying?” He grunts, hips pumping as one of his big hands completely engulfs yours. Suppose it is worry. That this can’t last. That at some point, you’ll have to go back to reality. ‘No,’ you lie, fingers interlacing with his servos.

• Venting as he grips your shoulder in his denta, hips bucking while you tremble under him and fist his spike, he wishes you’d talk to him. Explain what’s wrong, because he can tell something is. When he’s with you, he feels less out of control. Less a mindless brute, but he’s still limited. Whatever happened to him, making it hard to think. To communicate. But he wants to. Needs to. Growling as you gasp his name, coming apart for him, he shudders.

• Feeling the heat of his release filling you, his glossa drags against your shoulder and you belatedly realize he’s accidentally broken the skin even though you didn’t really feel it. Laying your cheek on your arm as he shifts at your back, spike pulsing, the heat of his frame and the sun are almost too much. You’re sweating and you need to bathe again. Shivering with a moan when he finally pulls out, you yelp his name as his arm hooks around you and he tosses himself and you sideways into the lake.

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I absolutely adore your Heatwave fics so much….. they’ve been keeping me fed even when there’s very little content for him 💔💔💔

May I mayhaps request a fic where he sees reader with a baby (either a robobaby or when they’re babysitting a resident’s baby) and he realises that he wants a sparkling? :3

Sure! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Needy

RB Heatwave x Reader

• Doesn’t even know whose kid it is, but entering the main part of the building and seeing you there holding a tiny, human sparkling in your arms while faintly smiling, has him frozen. Staring as the hungry need to spark you lifts through him. To see you holding his bitlet. And he must make a noise, growling softly, because you look up and meet his optics. Before you get flustered and look away, but you’re smiling. Because you know what you’re doing. Knows you do. Mass shifting as Captain Burns takes the sparkling, you never look away from his stare. Daring him.

• Heart beating faster as he strides your way, you hear Kade’s disbelieving ‘really’ as Heatwave hooks an arm around you and carries you deeper into the station. To the back bedrooms. “I want a sparkling,” he growls, lips brushing your ear and you flush. And your back hits a door, his mouth on your neck and jaw as he growls, fumbling for the door handle as you wrap your legs around him. “Let me spark you,” he mumurs, denta grazing your jaw. Have no idea what to say to that, hadn’t really thought about kids, but thinking of having his kid? Heating, you think you might want that.

• Mouth skimming your jaw as you wiggle against him, he finds the handle and when the door suddenly opens, he nearly falls inside. Servos slipping under your shirt to find skin as he walks you back to messy bed and he belatedly realizes he’d just picked the first room he’d come to. That he brought you to Kade’s room. Venting in wicked amusement, he kicks the door closed with a ped and starts stripping you as his mouth wanders. Kade will get over it. Those breathy, needy sounds you’re making as you gasp his name have his spike aching to be released.

• Startling when he gets you undressed and flips you onto your belly, you feel the heat of his spike slide against you when it pressurizes as he growls in your ear. Those rumbling, inhuman noises he makes winding you up as he covers you and the head of his spike slides against you, smearing slick on your inner thigh. “You haven’t answered me,” he snarls as he stretches you and your fingers fist in the blankets. Whose room is this? It’s not his and he always makes a mess. Someone’s going to be pissed.

• “Let me have this,” he groans, hips pumping as he moves against you and you gasp his name. Not saying yes or no. Thrusting deep, the bed creaks under his weight, something cracking as the headboard thumps into the wall with every surge of his hips. “Let me spark you,” he growls against your ear, hips curling and snapping as you squirm under him. Can’t stop imagining you with his sparkling now. Imagining himself as a sire. Having a family. Is he even allowed this with his responsibilities? Isn’t sure, he but he needs it. Wants it more than he’s ever wanted anything.

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Hii can we get a 🌶️ part 2 to the Soft AU- Possessive Tarn x Reader on this account please 🙏🙏🙏🙏

Sure! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Soft AU- Possessive Pt 2

Tarn x Reader

• It’s absolutely blasphemous, the way his plating is heating, that his fans are cycling on as his spike stirs behind his modesty panel. That he wants you. Rumbling angrily, his hips rock against yours to try and relieve that ache. Feels your hands clinging to him and hears the way your breath catches. Can scent you, all heat and need to make him groan. Doesn’t want you. Doesn’t want to want you. “You did this to me,” he growls, hips rolling against you as that shift in your scent drives him mad.

• You have no idea what he’s talking about, but his big body is moving lazily against yours as his masked face nuzzles against your neck. And something is seriously wrong with you for being turned on. Maybe it’s how grumpy he is, that he never seems to want anything to do with you at all, and right now? He wants you and seems to hate it. What would it be like to have this? To have him? Nothing serious, just a one time encounter to scratch that itch and sate your curiosity. “Don’t stop,” you whisper and he snarls, servos flexing against your hips. Probably leaving bruises.

• Servos tugging at your covering impatiently, he’s horrified at himself. Horrified that he can’t seem to stop as his spike pulses, hurting to be released. One time. And this deviant abhorrent urge will be out of his system. Material tears when your mouth brushes his neck, the touch of your tongue on his mesh jolting through him and his spike releases to pressurize. Why are your coverings so complicated? The closure frustratingly tiny. Growling as you help him get you out of your layers, he rocks himself against you and almost overloads at finding you slick.

• “This is obscene,” he snarls, hips rocking to slide the length of his spike against you when you’re aching hollowly. Needing him inside you. Squirming against him, you hike a leg against his hip. Trying to get him where you need him. Feel the head of his spike slide against you again before he finds you and you both groan when he stretches you. “Filthy and degenerate,” he growls, hips pumping as you hang onto him feeling every ridge of his spike stroking inside you. Gasping as your head falls back against the wall, you can hear him growling and grunting as he thrusts. Making you aware anyone can just walk by and see you both.

• Losing himself rutting inside you, those noises you’re making string him tight. Growling as he thrusts, you’re wiggling against him, gasping his name before you’re crying out. Fisting his spike and he can’t stop. Can’t pull out. Hips pumping urgently as you milk him until he’s shuddering and overloading hard. Feeling his spike immediately swell to lock him inside you to his dawning horror. What if Megatron happens by? Sees him inside an organic? Growling, he tries to pull out and you suck in a breath, legs wrapping around his waist. Refusing to let him go. Every time he pulls air in, all he can scent is your arousal and his own release and he’s shuddering as he overloads again even as he hates himself for it. Hating his own weakness when you whisper his name, lips brushing his neck like a lover and he cups your cheek in his hand. Needing that soft touch and resenting it.

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTBk53MqD/

i hope you find the following funny and not weird ⬆️

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Hihi revel! i was wondering if you could cook up some drift x reader crumbs🥹 dats all

🤣 I’m dying 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech spicy

Needy

Drift x Reader

• Gasping as his denta graze your inner thigh, that threat to nip strings you tight. Because sometimes he does. Pressing softly stinging bites against your thighs to leave marks on you that no one else is allowed to see. And he rumbles like he knows what you’re thinking, the deep noise spilling into you to make you ache hollowly because his big hands have been all over you. Except where you need him to touch you. “Are you mine?” He asks, lips brushing your bare skin. Love when the normally reserved mech gets like this. When he growls and gets possessive.

• “Drift,” you whisper in protest and he can scent your need, his spike pulsing as he shifts to cover you. “Don’t tease,” you gasp, back arching and a thigh sliding against the outside of his. Head of his spike brushing against you, you’re so slick already. ‘Only mine,’ he growls as he sinks into your heat and you make a soft, needy noise that goes right through him. ‘Eyes open,’ he adds, frame taut as he fights the urge to rut against you. Wants you to look at him when he’s inside you. To see him. Knows it’s silly, that it’s insecure, but he needs you to be in the moment with him. To know who’s claiming you.

• Eyes opening to meet his optics, the tension in his handsome face eases and he moves against you. Hips pumping lazily. You’re not sure why he wants eye contact during, but it makes it feels so much more vulnerable. Almost like when you bond with him and you know he sees everything. Your best and worst and he doesn’t judge you for the mistakes you’ve made. Just accepts them. “Be with me,” he grunts, hips rocking as he finds a rhythm.

• Knows this is just a last vestige of the bot he’d been. That even though he’s happier with who he is now, those insecurities are still there just under the surface. You’ve seen his worst, though. Seen Deadlock and hadn’t flinched. Do you know what that means to him? “I’m close,” you moan, moving to meet his thrusts. And his hips snap against you, moving more urgently as you gasp and cling to him. Giving in to the need to rut against you. Growling when you cry out and fist his spike until it’s hard to keep moving.

• Trembling as he shudders against you with his overload, his mouth brushes your jaw and you feel the heat of his release. His ragged venting and low rumbling are loud in your ear as you smooth your palms against his shoulders and his mouth opens against your neck in a soft bite. Enjoying the feel of his weight against you when he eases himself down to pin you, he’s mindful to not crush you. And you love how much bigger he is even mass displaced, the pulsing of his spike stretching you as he kisses and sucks against the bite. Leaving a hickey most likely, but it’s hard to really care.

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.... I just sent you an ask on your other acc, (abiut a mer zine (promoted by @archie-sunshine )THE SECOND AFTER I HIT SEND it came to me!!

I've suddenly been reminded that you now have TWO blogs...and that the ask I've made is probably more suitable for this one...

No worries! I can always snip for stuff that’s sent to the wrong one, but I hadn’t seen this zine! Big, aggressive mer!Megs, though? Yum 🔞 MDNI 🌶️

Needy

Mer!Megatron x Reader

• Crouching in the wet sand, you’re not sure why you keep coming back. Why you keep playing with fire, wanting to catch a glimpse of him. Feeling the spray off the ocean leaving salt on your skin, your face tips up toward the night sky to watch a cloud slide by. And your skin prickles at the low, rumbling growl. Head lowering, you see the glint of his red optics among the waves. Heart racing as you sit down, legs stretching until your feet are in the water, daring him closer. You watch him disappear beneath the waves, spotting the slip of a fin cutting through the waves.

• Claws digging into the sandy bottom to anchor himself, this is the closest you’ve gotten to the water since he’d almost dragged you under the last time. Can’t decide if it’s only that you’re that naïve or if you really have no survival instincts. Trusting him to not drag you under and devour you even though it’s tempting. That instinct he can at least understand, but the other hunger that sparks through him around you? It’s obscene. Wanting to claim you, to figure out if your body can take his. The tip of his spike already out of its sheath and he hasn’t even gotten close enough to scent you, yet.

• Startling when he surfaces far too close, those alien features of his leave you jittery as the spines and fringes of fins lift slightly. He’s a monster, awful and lovely. Listening to the rumbling rise and fall of his growling, you wonder what he’s saying. Or are you deluding yourself? Wanting to believe he’s intelligent to justify the fascination. Remembering when he’d grabbed your ankle and tried to drag you under, you think of kelpies from old stories. Maybe he’s something like those. Dangerous and hungry. And he lunges, claws digging furrows in the wet sand as he drags himself up onto the beach and you fall back. Staring with wide eyes as he leans over you, water dripping from him onto your face as he frowns down at you, lips parted to show those sharp denta.

• Head lowering as you lay there under him, his spike pulses, pushing completely free of his sheath. Mouth opening, his glossa slides against your neck, feeling your frantic pulse. Sharp denta closed, he presses them against you. Imagining biting, how the salty, metallic tang of your blood filling his mouth would feel. And knowing he won’t bite. Raising his head, he growls and your soft hands lift. Cup his face. Like you don’t understand how easily he could hurt you. How can you trust so much that it feels ruinous? Like he’s coming apart at the seams.

• He’s so much bigger than you are, a massive shadow chased in luminous biolights. Intimidating. Lovely. Fingers tracing one pulsing light, he shifts over you and your breath hitches. Feeling his erect spike rubbing between your thighs as he growls, hips rocking. Moving against you so you feel the friction through your clothes as he snarls. Those red optics lock with your eyes, his stare unwavering. Hands clinging to him as he ruts against you, you’re imagining him doing that inside you and you know you’re doomed to keep coming back here. Always loved playing with fire.

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Hey ! I stumbled across your fics on ao3 then discovered your tumblr 😭 I love the way you portray every version of the transformers; I really want to give you kudos because they genuinely feel like exactly how they are in the shows/movies.

Do you think you could do a fic with bay verse starscream? Where they are bonded but not like the traditional love at first sight. Starscream hates that he’s bonded to a human, and you’re freaked/cautious because you’re VERY aware to the things he’s done since arriving to earth. But as time goes on he keeps finding you and trying to understand the pull he has to you. Very enemies to lovers but starscream is scary but a big softie when he lowers his walls

Sure! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Bound

Bayverse Starscream x Reader

• People are staring as you keep moving, aware that they probably think something’s wrong with you. And you can only imagine how you look, your bare feet dirty and naked body wrapped in a blanket, hair messy. Had hoped to lose yourself in the small town, but as a jet screams by overhead, your stomach drops. Ignoring the people stopping to look up at the low flying jet, you walk faster. That same pull that hums through you like a plucked string whenever he touches you betraying you now. Letting him easily track you. Someone screams behind you when he transforms midair and the people around you panic, running as you clutch your blanket to yourself.

• Venting as humans scatter, his optics narrow when he spots you turning to stare up at him. Not bothering to run, but then, you know it doesn’t do any good. That you’re as tied to him as he is to you. Hates that loss of will, that feeling of having no choice even as he needs you. “You ran again,” he hisses, wings flaring and you shrug as he stalks closer. Bending down, for a moment he thinks you’ll run. Make him chase you down and a thrill of anticipation tingles through him at that thought. And it’s disappointing when you don’t. Servos closing on you, he lifts you so he can see those alien features of yours better.

• That pull sings through you and you despise that warmth. That feeling of rightness that comes from him. It’s not love. You’re not sure what it is, but you don’t want it. “I had to try,” you say, hearing how bitter and unrepentant you sound. But he doesn’t want this anymore than you do. He vents to blast you in heated air, denta bared even though you know he won’t hurt you. That he can’t. And he’s mass shifting, backing you against a building with a snarl. Can’t hear the sirens, yet but you know someone will have called the cops. That you both need to be gone before they get here or he’ll kill to keep you. That he might kill just because he’s angry and he can.

• “You made me come here, among these animals, to fetch you,” he snarls even as his plating heats. Pinning you against the wall more firmly, his servos delve under the blanket to find warm skin and nothing else. And his spike releases to pressurize as he growls. Cupping and stroking you as you hang onto him. “You think I want this?” He groans as you squirm, with a breathless gasp. “It’s obscene.” Spike aching and biolights pulsing, you moan his name when he shifts against you and sinks into your wet heat. “Filthy,” he grunts, hips pumping.

• “I hate this,” he groans, moving urgently against you and in the distance you can hear sirens. Legs wrapped around his waist as he thrusts, you gasp. ‘I’ll run again,’ you whisper breathlessly, head back against the wall feeling him stroking deep. That warm, traitorous sense of belonging tangling through you. Chaining you and making you need this. Ache for it. For him. Desperate for your freedom even though your body, this inescapable pull, just drags you back to him like you’re caught in his orbit. ‘I’ll keep running,’ you gasp against his mouth and he snarls that he hates you as his mouth covers yours in a hungry kiss.

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So in Soft au the wash stalls are public right? Are there any bots that wouldn't be able to wait to get in their caretaker's coveralls, regardless of who might hear/see?

Depends on how pent up the bot is 🤣 poor guards walking past hearing the noises and then having to keep watch from outside to make sure no one goes in there until it’s over. 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️

Soft AU- Colors

Star Saber x Reader

• Keeps seeing humans dressed in coverings that mimic the patterns and designs of the Cybertronians they’re courting and he has no idea what to make of it. The rumor though is that when the humans do that, it means they’ve decided on that Cybertronian as their conjunx. What he does know? Some of those mechs have been embarrassing themselves protectively hovering and following their potential conjunxes around. Refusing to let their humans out of their sight. Venting softly, he imagines you in his colors and he has to mentally shake himself. Because picturing you in his colors, kneeling between his slightly spread legs, soapy hands sliding against his thighs as you call him ‘sir’ has him heating. Or worse. Saber. Had asked you to call him that, his real name, and you’d been all too happy to do it. He just hadn’t realized how much he’d like it. That the soft way you say his name would haunt him in his dreams and fantasies.

• Fidgeting with your new coveralls, you wonder if he’ll like them. Apparently some of the Cybertronians had mixed reactions to their caretakers wearing their patterns and colors. The reaction you’re hoping for, though? Flustered at yourself, you can admit that you like him. To yourself. You have a crush and just don’t know what to do about it. Never been that great at flirting and besides that, he’s Star Saber. Even among the other larger than life Cybertronians, he’s famous and intimidating. Fingers smoothing down your collar, HR might have designed the coveralls, but what’s underneath? That’s all you. Your awkward way of trying to get his attention, to say you want him without having to actually say it.

• Looking up when he hears your boots, he stares. Had thought, hoped, it might be coming since you keep coming back to him over and over. And you meet his stare as he lets his optics play over you. “Does it look okay? Will everyone know I’m yours?” You ask and his plating heats, spike stirring at the uncertainty and hope in your voice as you wear the Star armor colors and patterns. “I wanted to be sure, so-” You trail off, reaching to grab the tiny tab on your covering and pulling it down and he’s staring at the thinner material underneath. In his patterns and colors. Not Star Saber’s. His.

• The noise the calm mech makes has the fine hair at your nape lifting. A hungry, animal noise that leaves you breathless as you look up in surprise and he’s coming out of the armor. Striding toward you and mass shifting. And as gorgeous as the armor is, this him is better. More approachable. Real. The mech behind the title and armor. Backing up as you flush, you almost trip over the cart and you end up sitting hard on it, your soap and wash bucket clattering to the ground. He’s reaching past you to shove his barrel of energon off the cart, kneeling and gripping your hips to drag you closer. Heart racing as he braces a hand beside your head and leans over you, his fans cycle on as his rumbling deepens. “They’ll know,” he growls, voice rougher than you’ve ever heard it before his mouth covers yours.

• Little hands grab at his chassis as his mouth slides against yours and when he vents, all he can scent is your heat and need. Feels completely out of control, but you’re wearing his colors. Like you want him, not just the title and reputation. Like you see him. Servos tugging at your covering, you’re helping him strip you. Leaving that thin top in his colors on and taking everything else off. Palm smoothing along your side, he can feel the hum of your need through your field, the frantic beat of your heart. Alien, but familiar after spending so much time with you. Mouth trailing along your jaw down your neck, you make a soft sound, a knee sliding against his side. Breathing his name and he groans, spike releasing to pressurize. Everyone will know you’re his because he’s going to claim you fully.

• Gasping as his denta graze you, pressing soft bites against your collarbone and shoulder, you can feel his spike sliding against you. And his head lifts, weight braced on his arm by your head as he rumbles. Those optics locking with your eyes as he shifts over you and the head of his spike slides against you, slippery with his slick. “Saber,” you whisper and he’s groaning as he stretches you, pressing deep. Hips pumping against you as the cart creaks under his weight, metal popping occasionally. Aware that the two of you are probably going to break it as you wrap your legs around him, moaning and gasping as he snarls, rattling the cart under you with his thrusts.

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Me, everyday for the past week and knowing I'll be hearing it for a couple more at least, waking up to the lovely sound of

CLANG CLANG CLANG

Going to the window thinking, please be a couple cybertronians going at it nasty, rolling up the window a bit and seeing that, nope, still no aliens, it's still the construction workers making a frame for a bunch of houses in the plot in front my house which I really want to see finished aside from the obvious no more noise at 7 in the morning but because the shape is weird af and I dont know how they will look or how many there is gonna be, 6 at least

So could I ask for a reader having the exact oposite experience? Hearing noises and wondering who tf is building near their house and it being a couple cybertronians the freaks choice up to you <3

🤣 oh dear. Got the Blokees connector kit and this is what I chose to do with it… make eldritch horrors

Intimidation

Cybertronian x reader x Cybertronian

• Startling awake at a loud revving snarl from outside right before the clanking starts, you roll out of bed and peek blearily through the blinds. And that is definitely not what you expected to see. Two of the giant aliens from the news in your yard going at it. No, wait. Squinting as you realize they’re not fighting, your mind blanks. Not awake enough to deal with any of that. What time even is it? Backing away towards your phone, you pick it up and stare at the time before dialing.

• Nerves thrumming with anxiety as the operator comes on and gives their spiel. And they have to repeat ‘what’s your emergency?’ because you have no idea what to say. “There’s a couple of those aliens in my yard,” you manage, peeking through the blinds again. “Can you send the military?” You add when the operator is silent except for the faint clicking of a keyboard. ‘Are you in immediate danger? Are you being threatened?’ They ask and the big one’s head turns. He can’t see you, right? There’s no way. Except, he’s meeting your eyes as he ruts against his partner. Before smirking at you. “Maybe?”

• “What are they doing right now?” The operator prompts and you huff out a laugh. ‘Um, fucking nasty? The one on top is, he’s staring at me. Like an uncomfortable amount of eye contact.’ While his hips pump and his companion writhes and moans, servos gouging lines in your yard. “It’s illegal to make prank calls to this number,” the operator sighs and you scowl. ‘I’m not- it’s not a prank. I’ve got aliens in my yard. Fucking. Can, can you just send somebody?’

• Really don’t want to try turning on the sprinklers like you would stray cats. Mostly because stray cats can’t stomp you into paste if you interrupt their fun and piss them off. Why won’t the big guy stop staring? Just rolling his hips now in a lazy undulations as he smirks at you. Did he just fucking wink? Watching him pull out, spike shiny and wet and bigger than you are, goosebumps lift along your arms. And he’s flipping his partner over to start all over again as they groan, pushing back to meet his hard thrusts. “Do you want the dedicated line for reporting alien disturbances?” The operator asks and you shake your head even though they can’t see you. ‘No, I want you to send someone to deal with them,’ you mutter aware of how petulant you sound even as your body heats. Feeling like a voyeur just watching them fuck. Why can alien robots have a better sex life than you do? Where’s the fairness in that? “We’re not really equipped for dealing with this sort of situation.” Yeah, well neither are you.

• Watching the big one shuddering as his partner gets noisier, you’re so flustered you miss whatever the operator is saying. And the big guy is pulling out again, making a mess of luminous, alien slick in your yard and on his partner’s thighs. Before they both stare right at you gawking through the blinds. Skin prickling as the smaller alien chuckles and crooks a servo at you in invitation, you let the blind fall shut. “Yeah, I’m in danger,” you blurt. “I’m absolutely being threatened.” Death by sex. Wouldn’t be the worst way to go, you suppose. You might even survive it. “I think they want me to join them for a threesome.”

[revelverse]

Okay, soo I had heard from a little birdie that we are giving big bots here a baby 👶. And so far, there is barely anything related to kup and ironhide, on any other platforms except yours.

and I am *slides to my hands and knees* I will give you my soull for an exchange for either kup , ironhide to spark - trap their humans 🙏🙏 . I give you both my soull as will as a plate of cookies 🍪 😋

I doubt either would intentionally spark trap their partner, but they might accidentally do it thinking they can’t spark them but really wanting to and trying 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️

Sparked

Kup x Reader

• Gasping against his mouth as his big hand cups the back of your head, you can’t understand what he’s growling in his language. But you can feel the faint trembling of those big hands on you as his body moves against yours. Both of you still soaking wet from the rain, probably still muddy and making a mess on the berth, but you can’t stop. Still wound up from the adrenaline and fear. Needing to ground yourself in the familiar feel of him. To feel safe after that close call. To be held and distracted.

• Every time you ask to go outside the ship is a risk. Knows it, but he still can’t deny you when you ask. And it had almost cost him everything. Hips pumping as he claims you and you gasp, his lips brush your cheek, your temple. Tasting the salt of your tears on your skin as you clutch at him, your fear and need jangling together through him. You’re okay, but you almost weren’t and he can’t stop growling. He’d almost not been quick enough. Shifting his plating as he thrusts deep, hips rolling, you gasp when his spark snares you. Needing to feel you. To have all of you tangled in him. Can’t lose this. It’s all he really has. Springer doesn’t need him anymore. No one does. Except you.

• His worry and fear mingle with your own as you hang onto him, a thigh sliding against his hip at the feel of his spike stroking inside you. The feel of him against you, inside you, familiar. Feeling like home in a way nowhere ever had before. Arrowing willingly to him, his light and memories, his presence, cocoon you in him. In safety. Trembling as you get close, he’s still murmuring as the bond shifts into a hungry coaxing that almost reminds you of when he’d fully bonded you.

• Doesn’t know why he even tries to spark you. Knows it won’t work, that you’re too different. But he can’t stop. Almost losing you making him painfully aware how short life can be. That nothing’s guaranteed. That even if it could somehow work, he’s too old to sire a sparkling. But as soon as he imagines you holding his sparkling, he can’t stop himself. Wanting things he can’t have. Wanting the things he can’t give you. And you respond.

• Nails digging into his seams to bite into the mesh underneath when you come apart, you feel him shudder with his overload. His head lifting and startled optics meeting your eyes as that strange coaxing pull shifts. Echoes faintly through you in a way that makes your eyes burn with tears as he stares at you, expression shocked. And he’s gathering you to him, arms around you until you almost can’t breathe. What just happened?

[revelverse]

Can we get more spicy Brainstorm? Pool pic as payment ❤️

Nice! 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️

Soft AU- Colors Pt 3

Brainstorm x Reader

• Gasping at the feel of him stretching you, his optics are almost shuttered as his servos flex on your hips. Arching up into his frame your lips brush the corner of his mouth, the tip of your tongue ghosting along that strange gap there. And he shudders under you, servos almost bruising as he growls a word you don’t know and you feel the heat of his release. Biting your lip when he stares at you, optics narrowing as his engine noise shifts to a growl.

• Fans cycling on as he rumbles, you’d stuck your tongue inside his mouth through the gaps at the sides. Like the way his mouth opens and closes doesn’t bother you at all when it sometimes makes other Cybertronians uncomfortable. And your eyes are wicked with mischief as he rolls you under him and you laugh. “You little brat,” he growls, trying to not laugh himself even as he’s embarrassed. Had overloaded before even getting started. Hips pumping, you gasp and squirm.

• You could swear he’d just overloaded, had felt it, but he’s still going like he didn’t. Had wondered if his mouth was sensitive since he hides it behind his battle mask almost all the time and you’re guessing the answer is yes. That or he’s embarrassed about it. You’d noticed that a few of the aliens with odd features tend to hide them, so you guess Cybertronians can be just as judgy as humans about people being different. You like his mouth, though. Like him. Even the massive ego. Hooking a leg against his hip as he moves against you in deep drives, you’re winding up. Getting close.

• Maybe it really doesn’t matter to you. Pretends it doesn’t matter to him. Says it doesn’t, but still wears the battle mask rather than dealing with others staring. There’s nothing wrong with him. Hates that sometimes he feels like there is. Little fingers cling to his chassis as you gasp and squirm, getting louder. Trembling under him and he can’t deny he likes the way you look right now, head tossed back and lips parted. Moaning his name. And you come apart with a cry, fisting his spike.

• Back bowing as you shatter, his hips snap against you, dragging it out as you tremble before he groans, shuddering against you. Heart racing as you raggedly breathe, you feel him shift over you. And you reach up, finger touching his bottom lip and following the line of his mouth up and over as he watches you. “Hi,” you whisper awkwardly unable to tease as he just stares before his head turns and he presses his mouth against the inside of your wrist. Have no idea what to say, if this changed everything between you both or if it was only a one time thing.

Previous

[revelverse]

I’ve read every chapter of Everything is Alright and I’ve loved it so much. Part of me is still a little sad that Megatron doesn’t have his own sparkling, though. Do you think the reader might eventually give in and make Megatron a dad too? I can already imagine Starscream being completely against the idea and doing everything he can to spikeblock it at every opportunity. He definitely wouldn’t want a mini Megatron running around 🤣

Megatron will eventually, but it’ll be further down the storyline. 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Everything is Alright- Future Scenario Pt 2

Megatron x Reader

• “Not having second thoughts?” He growls, lips skimming against your jaw and brushing your ear as his hips rock, the hard length of his spike rubbing against your inner thigh to make you squirm under him. And you smooth your hands over his chassis, arms looping around his neck. With Star, you hadn’t known what was happening when he’d sparked you. Had been too overwhelmed with him, with his thoughts and memories. Then with Soundwave, you’d known. Had wanted it. But your relationship with Megatron has always felt lopsided making it hard to tell where you stand with him. He’d saved your life, saved your daughter, but he’d tied himself to you for life doing it. He hadn’t chosen you.

• Can feel the uncertainty in your field and it hurts. Had said you wanted another sparkling. Wanted his sparkling and he’d wanted to believe it. But now you’re hesitating. Maybe wishing for Starscream or Soundwave. Someone that’s not him. Do you think he can’t tell how stilted this relationship is? That he doesn’t notice that he’s here, but doesn’t really belong. On the outside looking in. Wanting more. “I want this,” you whisper and he rests his head against yours until you meet his optics. “I do,” you insist, voice more certain.

• You’re just worried if you’re up to keeping up with three alien, hybrid kids. Feel him rumbling to hum through you into your bones as he shifts over you, the head of his spike sliding against you. Every time you bond with him, you feel like you’re trespassing somewhere you don’t belong even as you love him for saving you and your daughter when he could have walked away. You weren’t his problem. Weren’t even his friend. Gasping at the feel of him slowly stretching you, those red optics don’t look away as his hips lazily pump. Plating shifting, there’s a question in his expression and you reach to make the connection, inhaling as you fall into him.

• Attention divided between the wet heat of your body wrapped around his spike and the fragile brightness of you tangled in him, that foolish longing to be seen and belong lifts through him even as he wants to put up walls. To try keep you out of his memories. The mines, the gladiator pits, all the pain of his past. The terrible things he’d done for the sake of his cause. Had never hesitated. Never questioned if he was losing his way, but when he sees those things through you, he feels out of control. Feels you tangling with him, your light drifting into his own as he reaches greedily for it even as it hurts to be seen and known like this.

• Gasping as his hips roll, your heel slides against the berth and you feel his mouth on your neck. Denta scraping skin as his spike strokes deep to make you tremble. His warmth and heat engulfs you as you feel the shape of the question hanging between you both. And you remember how gentle he is with both kids even though they’re not his. The way he smiles when your daughter laughs. The lonely way he watches you when he thinks you don’t notice. Answering, there’s a pull and even expecting it, it’s hard to not flounder at the feeling of losing a bit of yourself. Coming apart as he tangles himself more firmly in you, he’s moving faster against you, growling before he’s shuddering and overloading. Feeling him giving you that fragile new spark. And feeling it split.

• Startling at the feel of the spark becoming two, he vents, optics opening and your brow creases. Lifting up, there’s a pang of loss when he severs the connection and you shiver under him. “What happened?” You ask, voice shaky as he stares down at you. Do you have idea what the odds of split spark twins are? How rare? Venting, he smiles as he presses his face against your neck. And he’s laughing against you, imagining your seeker’s face when the mech realizes you’re going to have his twins. “Megatron? What happened?”

Previous

[revelverse]

Dropping this in before I go to bed but..

TFP Soundwave, data cables, bondage, bratty reader, sit there and tell me he couldn't or wouldn't get creative with their uses 🥴🥴🥴

He would 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Discipline

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Stretching as you try to go through as many yoga poses as you can remember, you feel a tendril slide against your ankle and you huff out a breath, stretching out your leg and shaking it slightly to get him to let go. And he’s not even looking at you, engrossed in his datapad. Not that you buy it. Shifting into downward dog, that tendril slides between your thighs, coiling around your hip. “Excuse you,” you say, swatting the graspers on the end and the smaller tendrils there cling to your fingers.

• Head turning your way, he vents as his head tilts in question. Pretending he doesn’t know what you’re frowning about as he watches you try to get his cable off of your thigh and he squeezes. Plating lifting slightly when you swat his cable again. Harder. “Don’t give me that look. Keep your hentai tentacles to yourself,” you scold to his amusement. Giving him attitude. Plating fluffing up more, his cables unfurl, lashing and your scent shifts. Growing heady with need and heat. And Lazerbeak undocks with a disgusted croak, winging away.

• Trying to not laugh as his drone runs away, Soundwave snakes a tendril your way moving with that shocking speed he tries so hard to hide normally. Breath catching when he snares your wrists and tugs you closer, he’s casually tapping a servo against his datapad as another tendril starts stripping you. Playfully kicking at his tendril when it manages to get your pants and underwear off, you get pulled up on tiptoes by the tendril wrapped around your wrists. And he’s pretending to be fully focused on his reports as his other tendrils rub and coil around your body.

• “I was doing something!” You laugh, trying to half heartedly kick at him still. Venting, he keeps scrolling on his datapad even though his full attention is on you. On how you look tangled in his cables and squirming. Sliding one between your thighs, you make a startled noise when the tendrils at the end stroke against you. Graspers teasing skin, he listens to you moan his name, hips rocking into his touch. Shuddering as you whimper, legs kicking when he hauls you up a little higher and wraps another cable around your thigh to help support your weight. Fans cycling on, he wonders if you have any idea how sensitive his cables are?

• Gasping feeling those weird feelers on the end of his tendrils stroking inside you, you’re moving restlessly in his grip. Know he’s messing with you because you’d swatted him for being grabby. That he’s pretending to not notice what his tendrils are doing. But his head is turned more your way now. Tilting slightly as you tremble and moan, toes curling. And he finally sets the datapad aside, pushing up and mass shifting as he brings you to him, his spike releasing to pressurize as he pulls you into his lap without releasing your wrists.

[revelverse]

i'm begging and pleading on my knees for anything involving TFA jazz and inexperienced reader (I AM SHAMELESS) much love boothang thank you for all that you provide

Sure! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Soft AU- Inexperienced

TFA Jazz x Reader

• “Having second thoughts, kitten?” He asks, your field anxious and jittery even as your scent is all heat and need when he vents. Hand smoothing along your arm, he wishes you’d meet his optics, but you’re staring at his peds as you mess with the little closure tab on your coverings. “We don’t have to,” he adds, not wanting you to feel like you don’t have a choice with him, like you have to do this. Sure, you’ve been courting him, trying to get his attention and then you’d shown up wearing his colors. He’d gotten a little revved up. But he wants you to want him.

• Flustered, you want to pull down the zipper. Shrug out of the coveralls. Want him. That easy, good natured smile, his teasing, his laughter all so familiar. Things you love about him. And it’s not even the interspecies relationship thing, though you are nervous about that, it’s that you don’t know what you’re doing. Haven’t done this before. Ever. But admitting that? What if he laughs? What if he thinks it’s weird? Weirder even than how alien you are? Wanting the ground to open and swallow you, you’re inhaling slowly. “I just, I haven’t really,” you try and he’s waiting patiently as you flounder. “You’d be my first.”

• Going still at those too quick, embarrassed words, before he’s reaching for you. Pulling you into his arms as you groan against his chassis. You’d trust him to be your first and only lover? Hadn’t really thought about it, if you’d been with anyone else. It hadn’t mattered, but he can’t deny the fierce possessiveness that thought gives him. “If you still want this, I’d be gentle,” he growls, his voice deepening. “We can go slow.” Wants that trust. Needs it even as it humbles him. Those eyes finally meet his optics and the sound of the zipper is shockingly loud as you tug it down, eyes dropping again.

• Inhaling shakily when the mass shifted mech eases down onto his knees, your heart goes racing. Feeling his big hands smoothing over your skin when you shimmy out of the coveralls and they fall down around your ankles. Servos skim over your body like he’s mapping you out and you wonder if how different you are is unsettling. If it bothers him. But his differences don’t really bother you anymore when it had been weird at first. You’d thought of him as intimidating, other. Getting to know him, at some point, he’d just started being Jazz, though. A friend. “You’re soft all over, aren’t you, kitten?” He asks, hand cupping your thigh as he vents deeply and you have to catch at his shoulders for balance when he lifts your thigh higher. Guiding it over his shoulder. “Can I touch you here?” He growls, warm air from his vents fanning you as your breath catches.

• Glancing up your body when you don’t answer, you’re frozen staring down at him. Flustered, but not pushing him away. Not asking him to stop. Rumbling hungrily, he takes it as permission and he leans in, lips brushing you. And you make a soft, little noise, hips rocking against his mouth. Glossa stroking against you, he lets those needy sounds guide him. Learning what you need, what feels good to you as he tastes you, servos flexing against your hips while you tremble. Groaning as his glossa tunnels inside you and you stop holding back. Breath hitching as you moan his name and he knows he’s lost. That he’s going to claim you. Bond you. That you’re his.

• Trembling as his mouth slides against you, his glossa stroking inside you, you’re heating and coiling. Squirming when it almost becomes too much, almost uncomfortable. Needing this even as it overwhelms you and when you come apart, it’s startling and sudden. Heart hammering as your ragged breathing competes with the growl of his engine, he’s easing you down among your blankets and you feel his spike release and pressurize. His mouth is on your neck before you can try to look down and see what he looks like. But you feel him. The head of his spike sliding against you. Stretching you with a faint burn. “Slowly,” he growls against your skin, his hips barely moving as his fans get louder. “Relax for me. Let me take care of you, kitten,” he groans.

• Little hands cling to him as he keeps barely rocking his hips, fighting the urge to drive deep into your slick heat, to rut against you. But you’re tight and too tense. “I’m right here. I’ve got you,” he mumbles, spike aching and pulsing and you finally relax under him, let him in. Groaning as he pushes deep, his frame is straining, overheating as his hips lazily rock and you shudder with a startled sound. Lips brushing your temple as you blink quickly and he vents raggedly. Letting you get used to him, taking care of you like he promised. He’s not going to last. Knows it. You feel too good wrapped around him. “There’s my conjunx,” he growls and your eyes meet his as his hips roll to make you gasp his name. Feels you fisting his spike, winding up again. And when you cry out, he’s overloading hard, head resting against yours as you hang onto him. Mining your field to make sure you’re okay as you hesitantly smooth your hands over his chassis and he leans into your touch. Encouraging it. Needing it.

[revelverse]

Revel, I was pondering the involuntary noises stuff and came up with a funny idea.

-Transformers are cars, yes? Well, they *turn into* cars.

-Cars have horns.

Stick with me.

-Imagine a bot is doing the do with their human, and the human is like... grabbing. For stability, yk? And they grab a panel, maybe their fingers go a little under the plating, and they accidentally find the horn button and it scares both of them.

I've been giggling to myself about this for the last ten minutes. Deadlock is the first bot that came to mind, because I imagine him being mortified but trying to pretend he's just irritated.

Thoughts?

That poor mech would probably get so distant and cold if that happened and the human laughed at him given his background and past, but I can think of some mechs that wouldn’t react as poorly or might even be able to laugh with the human about it 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️

Involuntary Noises

Bluestreak x Reader

• Gasping his name as he pushes your thigh up higher and that new angle hits just right, you’re grabbing at his chassis. Hanging onto him to try and keep from getting pushed up the berth as his hips pump and his fans cycle higher, engine snarling. Squirming urgently as you heat and coil, winding up and so close. Your fingers sink into a seam, nails biting into mesh. And his horn blares, his lights flashing to scare you half to death as you both startle. Meeting his wide optics, you lose it laughing.

• Grunting when you laugh so hard you accidentally push his spike out, his door wings tremble slightly. And his head thumps softly against your shoulder as he starts laughing, too. “You honked!” You gasp and he’s shaking laughing. ‘I’m allowed to honk,’ he manages, hearing you snort and he’s losing it all over again. “I think I’m deaf in that ear now,” you cackle and he eases down to lay on his back beside you. ‘Oh, come on, you make noises all the time.’

• Snickering as you look at him, you raise your eyebrows. “They’re cute noises,” he adds at your look as you try to rein yourself in. Up until he breathily moans ‘Blue’ in a bad mockery of your voice and you start laughing all over again. ‘I don’t sound like that,’ you protest, grabbing his chassis and swinging yourself up to straddle him, seeing his optics brighten with heat. ‘Where’s the accidental sex horn?’ You ask, fingers running along the gaps in his seams to make him squirm under you.

• “Stop,” he laughs, catching your wrists and venting to scent you. Feeling the dampness of you against his plating where you’re sitting on him to make his spike pulse. ‘Why? It’s cute,’ you tease, fingers wiggling in his grip and he lets his head fall back. “It’s kind of embarrassing? Please, don’t tell anyone I did that, okay?” Feels you tremble with laughter as his lips twitch into a rueful smile. “The twins would never let me live it down.”

• It feels a bit unfair to have something this good and not be able to tell it to anyone, but you lean down and kiss him. “I won’t tell anyone I hit it so hard your burglary alarm went off,” you say as solemnly as you can manage while trying to not grin. And he’s laughing again as he rolls you under him. His chassis pinning you as his denta graze your neck and jaw, leaving play bites all over you before his spike sinks inside you again.

[meabh-mcinness]

My WiP Challenge

Thanks for tagging me @roolsilver!

As stated in the screenshots above, please make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous, and tag as many people as you have WIPs. People send an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and you post a snippet or tell them something about it.

My Current Projects

Transformers

Hand in Hand (Never Letting Go) - Mikaela/Sam Sam is a prime AU

Chronicles of a Second Chance - Optimus x Reader x Megatron an isekai au where reader finds themselves in bayverse

Tinyformers (Working on a title) - Tiny Ratchet comes to life!

Tf/Stardew (Working on a title) - Tiny transformers are running amuck on your new farm! Primeverse

Original work

Her Hungry Bones - Fantasy Horror. A young woman is desperate to have a child, so she turns to magical means to acquire one.

Leánnan sídhe (working on a title) - A woman is struggling to make it work as an author and inadvertently makes a deal with a Leánnan sídhe.

Murder at the Moonlit Bakery - a murder mystery!

My UFO's

Transformers

Steel Beneath Skin - Elite trine x oc. Terri finds themselves kidnapped and experimented on. When they escape they're gunning for revenge.

Ironbound - TF/Pacific Rim AU Starscream x reader. Reader gets trapped and merged with their jaegar.

Skyveil - Bayverse, Megatron x reader. Reader is Mikaela's older sister who was reincarnated from being a cybertronian.

Crash Course Between Worlds - Primverse, isekai Starscream x oc x Knockout x Breakdown. When Kai gets into a car crash, he discovers the ability to travel from his world to another every time he falls asleep.

Original Works

The Pawn's Path - romantsy, queer. Arabella is married away to a foreign king to promote peace between kingdoms. Instead of finding the barbaric king she was told about she finds an enigmatic noblewomen is her new bride.

Crimson Embrace - romantsy, queer, horror. Antonia is a new maid at Castle Čachtice where she finds herself becoming the object of affection for the infamous Countess Elizabeth Bathory.

A reference photo for this category’s term, courtesy of @paperclippedmime and @mikathewriter, as well as everyone in-between!

13 huh, I'll just tag a few!

@revelboo @transformers-spike @ss-shitstorm @homeybadger @proposetotheastonmartin and anybody who wants too!

[revelverse]

Ahhh fun! Because I write short form here, I don’t have any WIPs as such for the Transformers stuff at the moment. I tend to answer an ask with a snippet in one sitting 😆 As for serious projects?

Tango- speculative fiction book two in a series. Two for one: twins why choose storyline. Winter wonderhell setting, forced proximity, fated mates

Untitled dark romance currently very vaguely fleshed out on twitter via vss365- inherited home, old unsolved murders and curses. Crows, bones, and an animated scarecrow

Untitled speculative romance- fun with inter dimensional rifts- bubbles of other realities that humans can step through, but the monstrous denizens can’t cross the border of.

Untitled paranormal romance- returning home after the death of an estranged parent only to slowly realize that her mother’s mad ramblings about the Folk might have been real

There’s a lot more, but that’s what I remember off the top of my head xD

Let’s tag: @drunkeninlovesailor @optimusxwbu @dommiso @hoiststowline and anyone else who wants to play 💕