It’s been so long since I’ve don’t requests so I’m going to get back to the old ones first that I haven’t started in so long😞 so FOR NOW, requests are CLOSED!
Requests for character ai are still OPEN!
ALSO HERES MY MASTERLIST (which I haven’t finished yet, my hands hurt😞)
down below is what I can do and cant!
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I CAN DO…(goes for character Ai and stories)
TFA
TFP
ROTB
G1
RID
BAYVERSE
RESCUE BOTS
CYBERVERSE
Fem/male/ gn reader!
Cybertronian/human/ different species reader! (Can be autobot, con, maximal, etc)
I CAN ONLY DO NSFW/SMUT FOR STORIES!!!!
WHAT I CANT DO…
anything bad. Like r@pe, incest, other yucky stuff…🤮🤮
OCS (nothing wrong with ocs, I’m js not rlly good at making stories or anything with them😔)
CANON x CANON (same reason^^)
NO NSFW FOR CHARACTER AI BOTS!! (There’s a filter😿)
How to request for character Ai is simple, just ask me on tumblr like how you’d normally request for a story or sum on here!!
Here’s my user:
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I missed writing for yall, it’s been so long so I hope this makes up for it.😞🩵
anyways I hope you guys love this newsss! You can use ur imagination, NEVER be afraid to ask bc you’re a person that just wants to be happy:D bye bye I love you guyssss<333 mwah
I've been thinking a whole bunch about yandere Bayverse Optimus Prime, especially in the beginning of Dark of the Moon. This can be platonic or romantic 😌
You get hired by Sector 7 for some reason or other and have the incredible experience of meeting the leader of the Autobots on your first day. He finds you absolutely fascinating. You train under Ratchet to learn about first aid and instead of letting one of the other bots be your training dummy, Optimus himself volunteers to let you practice on him. You carefully work on the practice equipment, not letting even a drop of solder get on his paint job. He ends up being so relaxed while you work that his engine purrs so loudly that you have to shout to Ratchet in order to ask him questions. You end up dropping a wrench on him after getting quite literally rattled around from the purring, not that it causes him any harm, and end up apologizing profusely, much to Optimus' amusement.
"I assure you, little one, I am very capable of handling something that has not even scratched my finish. It's okay." He rumbles warmly.
He ends up seeking you out more often and eventually begins requesting that you be the human to assist him. You don't mind at all, clearly enjoying the stories about Cybertron that he tells you while you work on whatever it is that you're assigned. He seems to have a certain fondness for holding you and once you tell him that you like it, you barely have to walk anywhere on your own. He's always nearby during your shifts and you've stopped having to drive to work and back once he starts driving you. You never ask how he knows where you live.
After a few weeks, your relationship with Optimus devolves into him treating you more like a stress toy than anything else. When he's in a bad mood, he simply scoops you up and transforms into his vehicle mode for another round of giving everyone the silent treatment. You've learned to nap while he keeps you firmly buckled into his driver's seat. He holds you during meetings, either having you sit in one of his servos or on one of his shoulders. Ironhide teases you a bit for getting such special treatment, though it's never too bad. Optimus' bad moods have gotten significantly more mild and he is much less strict than he was prior to being around you. Secretly, there isn't a soldier on base, Cybertronian or human, that isn't grateful to you.
You don't understand Cybertronian customs, let alone nonverbal communication, so you always brush it off when his headlights brighten when you're in his cab. You don't ask why when he sniffs you when he first sees you or why he begins putting your favorite car air fresheners in his cab. You never realize that his engine is never so loud around anyone else. You brush it off when he ignores other humans in favor of asking if you've eaten and taking you to a drive-through during your lunch break or when he rushes you to Ratchet when you get a bruise or blister. You simply assume that he's being a good leader and that he values your skills. Optimus doesn't mind. He doesn't correct you. To him, it means that you're okay with him keeping you close and caring for you.
as soon as i saw the prototype’s design, i knew i was fucked. enjoy?
(my request info, if you want to send prompts ;P)
[read on ao3]
tw: spoilers for chapter 5, canon-typical violence, a smidge of touch starved prototype
well fed devils (the prototype x gn!reader, poppy playtime)
She’s here. Poppy.
He can see her, the riot of her red curls filling the edges of his vision, even with Kissy’s long, lanky body attempting to hide her from his sight.
The Prototype stalks forward, intent on finally putting an end to Poppy’s childish fixations, of fixing her, in the only way she’s left him, when he catches a glimpse of the last, special guest seated snugly at the head of the table.
You.
The outsider. The intruder. The Butcher.
The one Poppy couldn’t bear to let go.
The Prototype’s spidery limbs dig divots into the floor as he propels himself forward, his vision narrowing to the scope of your face, upturned and pointed at him.
A mere moment is all it takes to scoop you into his claws, the table juddering as he slams you down against its surface. The cups and plates rattle, crashing to the floor, yet even above the tinkle of shattering glass, the Prototype can hear your breath, loud and rushed. Your eyes have grown wide, luminous. Wet. The Prototype raises a needle-thin claw, intent on bursting them in their sockets.
“No!” he hears Poppy cry out, desperate and shrill, only for her pleas to be silenced by a swift squeeze from Lily’s braids.
Without lifting his head, the Prototype twists his neck to bring Poppy into view, the soft pop pop pop of shifting hydraulics blending with the increasingly flustered cadence of your breaths. Beneath his claws, your chest rises and falls in rapid bursts. A simple squeeze - quick, tight - would crush you.
“What will you do?” he trills, catching Poppy’s eye. His claws scrape along the table as they wrap more firmly around you, the GrabPack affixed to your back creaking ominously beneath his grip, and you gasp, the breath sticking wetly in your throat. The Prototype asks again. “What will you do?”
Poppy’s gaze stutters. She doesn’t ask for clarification - his meaning has been made all too clear. “I - ” she gasps, gaze jumping between his own and to the outsider laid out beneath him. She pulls against her bonds, but the braids wound around her throat refuse to loosen, allowing her only enough air to speak. She firms her lips.
“I will never forgive you,” she croaks.
The Prototype stills. Beneath his claws, your heart races, a frantic thump - thump - thump that he longs to squash, and yet he hesitates, and rages at his dithering. I will never forgive you.
His gaze swigs to Lily.
“Take them,” he hisses, the words grating along his voice box.
“Awww,” Lily whines, her shoes squeaking against the floor as she rocks on her heels. “But I wanted to play with our new friend, too - ”
She squeaks as his free hand shoots out, claws forming into a point to pierce the cat toy tangled within her braids. Its body deflates with a sad, muted cry, and without another word, Lily forces Kissy and Poppy from the table, the latter’s incessant pleas for your life fading to white noise as they’re ushered from the room.
Alone, the Prototype’s head twists back to face you, the table creaking beneath his weight as he lifts a leg onto its surface.
“Butcher,” he croons, dipping his head towards yours. “How far you’ve come. Little mouse in the walls.”
You bare your teeth, hands scrabbling at the back of his claws with barely enough strength to strip paint from a wall. You’re nothing without the GrabPack strapped to your back, nothing without Poppy’s voice in your ears. An ant. A flea. Nothing.
And yet -
Toys have fought for you. Died for you. Flocked to you. And Poppy -
I will never forgive you.
The Prototype hisses.
“Why?” he rasps, the word vibrating along his vocal chords. He lowers his head until the splay of his smile nearly overshadows your wan, dirty face. “What makes you so - ” His voice rises to mimic Poppy’s. “ - special?”
Your fingers slow, ceasing in their ineffective plucking at his claws. From within the cage of your chest, your heartbeat flutters.
“W-what?” you choke out, your voice gravel in your throat. The Prototype’s head tilts as he compares it to the others in his database, copies it, and filters it away.
His head dips, jagged smile looming closer. “You heard” he insists, lone orange pupil darting to your throat as you swallow, tongue swiping out to wet your bottom lip.
And then you lift your hands.
The Prototype’s claws tighten around your chest and you flinch, breath hitching at the pain, but it doesn’t stop you from reaching out, palms bared, fingers splayed. It would take so little to draw them into the cavern of his maw, to bite down, to rip, to tear.
But the Prototype doesn’t bite. Doesn’t rip. Doesn’t tear. He waits, bells jingling, limbs creaking, until your hands alight on his face. And then -
And then he stares. Feels.
Your palms are soft. Bruised. Warmth leaches from your skin into his, seeping deep into cracked porcelain, and as they move, tracing the curvature of his cheeks, the Prototype finds himself unable to resist chasing their heat, the joints in his neck creaking as he tilts his head into your hold.
“I just - ” Your voice comes out brittle, soft, fingertips catching against the edges of his wide, wide grin. “I just want to help.”
The Prototype’s bells jingle as he meets your gaze, porcelain cheeks pushing into your warm hands, and promises -
Hi! Saw your requests were open, may I ask for a TFA Optimus x fem reader hcs who was a queen of her species? (Hope this makes sense) ty!
Ya'll would probably believe that I love making women tall. Anyways, hope this fits!
Warning(s)/content: female reader, female pronouns and/or called female adjacent things
TFA Optimus with a female reader who's a queen(literally)
You first met Optimus when your pod had crash landed on Earth, having been seperated from the rest of your species
There were reports of strange sightings of an alien, and Optimus had gotten curious and went to investigate
Once you saw him, you immediately attacked him (you still apologize for it despite it being so long ago)
After a long battle, Optimus managed to somewhat calm you down by wearing you down and exhuasting you
Once you fully calmed down and realized he wasn’t going to hurt you, you explained your situation and how you got seperated from yhhe rest of your species, you were surprised when you were met with understanding and empathy, even after you had attacked him(he was very much so shaken, especially after you revealed you were the queen of your entire species)
Optimus escorted you back to the Autobot base, and introduced you to the others, who were understandbaly skeptical and suspicious
Youu managed to atleast gained some of their trust when you body slammed Lugnut into te ground when the ‘con was about to land a hit on Optimus later that day
Ever since that day you(technically) joined the Autobots, you never left Optimus’ side, always following him around like a very scary, very big guard dog who will bite
He was confused as to why you were always following him around, and thought this was some type of intimidation tactic for your species or that you were planning to murder him
He realized he was very wrong
Optimus glanced around the room awkwardly, avoiding your gaze as he knew you were hovering behind him right now. He had no idea what to do in this type of situation. What would anyone do when thhe queen of a species is possibly plotting your demise and/or downfall?
“Optimus” Optimus jumped slightly at the sound of your voice saying his name. “Yes? Did you, uhh, need something…?” He nervously said, still not meeting your gaze
“How long is it that you want to do this dance?” You said, making him meet your gaze in confusion. “What do you mean?” He asked. “I mean, how long will it be before I am able to officially court you and make you my king?” Optimus almost choked on air when you said those words
After that misunderstanding and a quick explanation, he found that he didn’t exactly mind the idea of your courting him
After going through the options, he eventually agreed for you to court him
To say you were excited was an understatement
Each day, you excitedly gave him small trinkets and objects you either founnd or created yourrself
What didn’t change was that you never left his side and continued being his “guard god” as Sari called you
Atleast he was able to take a break when one punch was all it took for you to send both Blitzwing and Lugnut flying
While you may have been too protective at times, you still respected him enough to let hiimm fight his on battles, though you worried a lot afterwards
I’m really sorry, @nami-ramen, it’s just… your drawing is so cute, and— and I just love drawing little Tenna and Soul so much and— and— AAAAAHHHFIZHFUIRHGIEUBGUH !!
((I hope it’s okay that I made something based on your drawing
👉👈))
art of @nami-ramen
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