in the soft au... how are we dealing with wildlife deciding metroplex makes for good shelter? surely a raccoon or a bat must have slipped in...
does he mind? does he think it's cute? is it gross to him?
is poor dear caretaker going to have to chase down a raccoon with a towel?
🤣 oh, dear
Soft AU- Care
Metroplex x Reader
• “Okay. They’re more scared of you than you are of them. Probably. But you can do this. You have a degree,” you say, trying to psyche yourself up as your hands go white-knuckled on the broom handle you’d armed yourself with and your heart races. Because this? Definitely wasn’t in the job description. And you’re not even sure that the massive Autobot is aware of his unwanted residents, but you’re pretty sure that evicting them falls under the umbrella of taking care of the Titan. “You can do this. Easy.”
• Coming online to the barely perceptible hum of your weak field, he tracks you as you walk through his city streets with something in your hands. What are you up to? Can hear you mumbling to yourself about not being scared, but he can’t sense any threats nearby. Something has you agitated, though and it’s putting him on alert. Searching himself for what’s set you off over and over and coming up empty. What do you sense that he doesn’t? Where’s the threat?
• Skin crawling as you push open the door you’d shut in your panic after finding them inside, you heft the broom. Easy, you try to convince yourself. You’re much bigger. Smarter. There’s no reason to be scared. That doesn’t really stop you from feeling like you’re going to hurl, though as you try to be as quiet as possible, lifting the broom. They’re the size of your open hand. Tiny, really. It’s silly to be scared of anything that small. Even if they do have sharp little teeth. Breathing raggedly, you stretch up and thump the bristled end of the broom against the ceiling.
• Why are you screaming? What’s happening? And you’re flailing as you screech like you’re being attacked, running out of one of his buildings. Then he notices the tiny, flying organics swooping and darting in a blind panic. Probably as terrified as you are as you drop the broom and run through his streets, hands over your head. Has no idea what to make of any of it as his tiny organic residents just find a new place to roost. Don’t you realize there are many little organics dwelling inside his walls? Is there something wrong with these organics? Or is this a human thing he doesn’t understand?
• Running until you collapse against a wall, you finger comb your hair, skin crawling as you check to make sure there’s not a bat clinging to you. Shuddering as you gasp and wheeze, you hear something scurrying and your head lifts. Staring at a fat raccoon waddling down one of Metroplex’s streets. Nature happily trying to take over the massive Titan as you groan. Turning to figure out where you dropped the broom as you try to convince yourself that you can chase off a raccoon easier than bats, you just want to cry. You’ve spent all day chasing animals away. Or at least, trying to.
Revel, may I kindly ask for Metroplex or Hound? I miss those goobers. They are such sweethearts.
-Friendly neighborhood Transformer lover-
Sure! 🔞 🌶️ Mass displaced drones
I Can Feel You Pt 26
Metroplex x Reader
• Feels so much like trespassing being here. Standing under the warmth and light of the Titan’s spark, watching Metroplex hold you, touch you through his drone. Part of him aching seeing you with the Titan. Realizing that you love Metroplex enough to willingly trap yourself as thoroughly as the Titan himself is trapped and that thought bothers Ratchet. Knows it’s none of his business, that he’s done his job. Took care of you, helped figure out what was wrong and saw it fixed. That he should leave you both alone to your happiness, even if it doesn’t sit quite right with him. Feeling like he chose the Titan’s wellbeing over yours. That you’re being sacrificed for Metroplex even if it is willingly on your part. Do you really want this? To be trapped down here inside the Titan?
• Servos tangling in your hair as the drone, as Metroplex, brushes his cheek against yours, you relax. Seeing Ratchet from the corner of your eye gathering up his tools. Leaving you with your mate. And part of you is glad even though you like the medic, you still can’t quite let go of the fact that he’d kept you from going home to Metroplex. You understand why he’d done it, but it still leaves you bitter. “Thank you,” you make yourself say and the medic grimaces, head slowly dipping in a nod of acknowledgment before he walks away.
• Tracking Ratchet through his interior, Metroplex is aware that he’s never going to be able to make up the debt he owes the medic. For believing you and helping save him, then helping save you when his spark began to poison you. Startling when you move against his drone, a thigh thrown across its hips, he narrows his focus on you. The feel of your softness stretched out against his drone. Summoning the other two as he palms your hips and helps you straddle Slammer. Sinking his awareness deeper into the three drones, he settles against your back straddling Slammer’s legs as Scamper. Hands sliding over you as the drone’s mouth brushes the back of your shoulder, your neck. Venting to pull in the scent of your need. And he needs you, needs to comfort himself with the feel of you in his arms.
• Moving restlessly against Slammer until Metroplex releases the drone’s spike for you, three sets of hands are on you, encouraging you to lift up on your knees. Head falling back against Scamper at your back as Six-Gun’s hand cups you, servos stroking inside you. It should be overwhelming when all three drones swarm you like this, but they’re all Metroplex. Scamper is gripping your waist, lifting and moving you up when you want to grind against Slammer’s spike. Guiding you to the drone’s mouth as its battle mask retracts instead, Six-Gun’s servos slipping free of you as Slammer’s mouth slides against you. “Relax for me. It’s just us now,” Metroplex whispers through one of them though you’re not sure which as you whimper. “You’re home.”
• Freeing Scamper’s spike so he can rock himself against you, his hands on your hips as his mouth moves against your slick heat. It’s hard in the tangle of heat and need to remember he’s divvied up between the three drones, because he’s dug in so deep they feel like they are him. Extensions of his actual body in a way he’s not sure they’re were ever really meant to be. “Metroplex,” you whimper, hips rolling as you move against Slammer’s mouth and he tunnels the drone’s glossa inside you as the other two caress any skin he can reach. Reassuring himself with the scent and taste of you, wanting to carry you to the node, to sync with you again but knowing you need to rest more first. Loves the feel of your brightness swimming through him. Anchoring him and giving him something to fight for. Needs your light because it’s so dark trapped as he is.
• Moaning as your release rolls through you in a warm wave, hands move you, lift you and ease you down on Slammer’s spike. Can feel Scamper’s erect spike against your spine as his arms come around you, encouraging you to ride the other drone in lazy motions. Feel one of Slammer’s hands slide against yours, palm pressing against your own as his servos interlace with your fingers. One of Scamper’s hands finding your free hand and clasping it. And it’s not even really sex, just losing yourself in the warmth and comfort of your mate. Remembering how it had felt to bond with him, to drown in his ancient thoughts and be seen. Loved. So much more intense than syncing through the node, feeling like you were giving everything to him. Like there wasn’t a separate you or him anymore. Head tossed back against Scamper’s shoulder as his mouth brushes your cheek and you move restlessly on Slammer’s spike, you stare up at the pulsing, living glow of Metroplex’s spark overhead. That sense of home spilling through you as you come apart with a gasp. Feel Slammer’s hips rolling under you before he shudders and releases inside you. Looping an arm back around Scamper’s neck as he lifts you free of Slammer’s spike. “I thought I would lose you,” Metroplex whispers in your ear as you’re shifted, stretched out on your belly on top of Slammer as Scamper settles against your back and fills you, hips pumping lazily. ‘I’m not going anywhere,’ you promise breathlessly as Six-Gun threads his servos through your hair and your head turns, unable to tear your eyes from his spark as it arcs like it’s reaching for you. Trying to claim you again as Scamper’s spike thrusts inside you. Feeling that need to touch his spark lift through you. For that connection to never end. Wondering if it doesn’t have to, if you could just dream forever tangled in his spark.
After your fic kept making me fall for Metroplex more and more I straight up admitted my hear me out was him on a livestream, and after explaining who he is and what he is, I was told I won the hear me out debate by the audience.
Just wanted to share bc idk who else to tell, I hope it made you at least a little amused haha.
Oh 🤣 it is a good hear me out at least
They do now. Aren’t sure what to make of it still, but you don’t argue with a Titan or their tiny, human spouse
18+ 🌶️
I Can Feel You Pt 17
Metroplex x Reader
• Curling himself against your back, his lips brush against your neck. Grounding himself in the feel and scent of you. His wonderful, little mate. Wanting more, wanting everything. And it’s no longer a strain to divide his attention. Aware of his drones easing you down, your body curled around the node, his tendrils keeping you snared and dreaming with him. Aware of his massive body as he shifts things around, making a new home for you tucked safely near his spark as his drones fetch things for you. Aware of you here in his arms. Every aspect of him in sync finally.
• Looping an arm back around his neck, you arch against him as his lips brush your cheek. You’d missed this. Being able to be held like this by him. Feeling like you’re home, that this is where you belong. You love working with the Autobots, but they tend to forget about you. Overlook you without meaning to. But he’s always seen you. Looked after you. Catching his wrist, you guide his hand between your thighs and the huge Autobot growls against you. “I missed you,” you whisper.
• Cupping you, he strokes a servo against you and listens to the soft sounds you make. Feels you arch against him when he presses that servo inside your wet heat. Thinks again about bonding you. Would you accept him if he asked? Trust yourself fully to him? “You’re home now,” he says, stroking deep to make you squirm. “Saved me.” And he wants to spend the rest of his life repaying you, proving to you what you mean to him. Keep you.
• “Don’t tease,” you gasp, hips bucking against his hand as his servo slides deep and curls. Whimpering when he slips his servo free and allows you to turn to face him. Hands gripping your hips to lift you and your mouth finds his. You feel the head of his spike nudge against you as you slide the tip of your tongue against the seam of his lips and he lets you in. Hooking your legs around his waist when he adjusts you against him and you feel the head of his spike slide against you. Find and slowly stretch you as he presses inside you. His mouth pressing kisses along your jaw as he moves you on his spike.
• He’d missed this, the feel of your body against his. The feeling of being whole, accepted as he moves inside you, lips brushing over your face and neck. “My little mate,” he groans. “Little love.” Whispering soft praise for your bravery, your loyalty. That you’re everything to him as he pumps his hips against you. Claiming you as his. Wanting it all, to bond you, to breed you. And you’re arching against him, thighs tightening around him as you cry out and he rides into you. Feeling you tighten on his spike, fisting him until he’s bucking shallowly into you, groaning when he releases inside you.
• Hands slide under your shoulders and you shiver as the tendrils pull free. Feeling that uncomfortable tug as those hair-fine filaments slip free of you. And you’re being lifted in one of the drone’s arms and carried. Head tipping to stare up at the beautiful pulse of his spark above you as you realize he’s carrying you into the new home he’s made for you hidden inside him. “My little, precious mate,” he growls as he lays you down on a ridiculously big berth. Figuring out why when all three drones join you. That’s right. They’re all Metroplex, aren’t they? Stretched out on your back among the pillows he’s scavenged for you, two of the drones stretch out on either side of you. Hands and mouths stroking over you to make you shiver. “Is this okay?” He asks through Scamper as he kneels between your thighs, servos toying with the waist of your pants. Asking.
YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE IT LIKE THAT FOR METROPLEX WHAT IS THE PROBLEM WHY IS RATCHET RUNNING TELLL ME PLSSS
No, but fr it so good the fic I'm invested 🤧 let our big boy be okay
Alright, alright! 😂
I Can Feel You Pt 16
Metroplex x Reader
• You're so used to being seen by Metroplex, treated like an equal by him that you'd forgotten that to most of the Autobots, you're so small you're an afterthought if even that. Trying to figure out what's going on, what's wrong as you're ignored. Or outright grabbed and moved out of the way as they rush about. Catching bits and pieces of their worried conversations. A malfunctioning, secret space bridge hidden within Metroplex that's tearing him apart from the inside out. Back hitting a wall in medbay, you slide down to sit as the Autobots grab things and run off and fear claws at you. Returning for more supplies and running back to their work. Ignoring you as you come apart in their rush to contain and repair the damage to their home. Their city. Your friend. Legs drawn up against yourself, you wrap your arms around your legs and hate how small you are. How useless, because you can't help. All you can do is get in the way. No matter what you do, it's never enough is it?
• Where are you? Aware of the Autobots working inside him to stabilize that bridge, he can't find you among them. And part of him is thankful, because he wants you nowhere near the danger, but hates not knowing where you are. Attention stretched so thin, he can't search the way he'd like. Trying to do everything in his power to help them in their efforts to save him. Time becomes a confusing haze to him, not that it was ever that easy for him to grasp anyway, moving so much slower for him than everyone else. But finally, it's over. His space bridge stabilizing, no longer killing him. Sinking deeper into himself, he finds Scamper, sinks a thought into the drone and then dives through his systems, freed from the pain and the constant division of having to keep half his attention focused on not being torn apart. Searching for Six-Gun and Slammer and hooking thoughts into them. Rerouting systems to repair the other two drones. For the first time in so long feeling whole and it's all because of you. Where are you, little one?
• Big hands cup your cheek, and you make a soft sound, half-awake as arms slide under you and you're lifted against a warm frame. Ratchet moving you out of the way? Not sure how long you'd been waiting for news, but you'd fallen into an exhausted sleep. Eyes opening, you look up and see the now familiar face of the drone. See that head tip to stare at you. "Rest now. All's well." And you're struggling in his arms, hooking your own arms around his neck and holding on. Feel his arms tighten around you in return, holding you as you hide your face against him. Feeling all that fear and worry just ebbing away as his cheek brushes your own and then he's walking again. Not even surprised when he carries you down inside him. Though your head turns when two more mass displaced bots drift out of the shadows and fall in just behind the drone carrying you. The other drones? Watching the way they move, you're almost positive. "Slammer and Six-Gun," the one carrying you says.
• Do they make you nervous? Knows the drones are unsettling to the other Autobots, but you just turn to watch them with open curiosity. Accepting this part of him as easily as you accept the rest of him and it spreads warm through him. He carries you to that hidden node bathed in the light of his spark and watches your face tip up toward his spark, lit by the glow as tendrils arc toward you, but not quite able to reach. Wanting to make that connection, but he's already asked so much more of you than he should have. Can't ask for everything else as he lowers you to your feet in front of the node and the tendrils at the base uncoil as the panels protecting the node unfurl. "You're okay now, right? Whole?" You look from the node to his spark suspended above you pulsing, then to Slammer. And you reach out, trusting yourself to him.
• One minute your fingers are brushing that warmth, the next you're swimming in light and weightless. Don't see Metroplex until his arms come around you, palms sliding against your arms as you're gathered into him. Wrapping himself around you as you relax. "Because of you, I'm whole," he murmurs, lips brushing your cheek and like before you're not sure how real this is when you can feel him against you, the warmth of his frame, the pulse of his spark. "My precious, little one." Big hands slide against yours and you press your palms against his smiling at how little your hands are in his as you interlace your fingers with his servos. And a fragile part of yourself you hate had been afraid that once he was no longer hurt, was whole, he'd lose interest in you. That he'd only needed someone to hear him and help him and that he wouldn't care anymore. That you'd be alone again. Feeling his lips brush your neck, it's a struggle to not start crying because he still needs you here. Wants you.
I love the building man and his tiny spouse! Can we get more Metroplex please??
Sure!
I Can Feel You Pt 15
Metroplex x Reader
• Skin prickling all over, the air feels oddly electric like a storm on the edge of the horizon. Except, that's not possible down here within Metroplex. Hooking an arm around the drone's neck so you can lean to see Ratchet, his frown isn't exactly reassuring. "You can feel that, too, can't you?" And he looks at you in surprise. "I wasn't aware humans were sensitive to biofields," the medic mutters. Biofields? You have no idea what he's talking about, but whatever it is, it's making you oddly anxious. Feels wrong as your skin crawls.
• Shifting you closer to the drone's chassis, your unease spills into him and he rocks to a stop. Remembers that nightmare and can't make the drone move forward. Doesn't want you anywhere near that diseased part of himself. Hands trembling, he gently lowers you to your feet, aware of Ratchet watching as he leans to press his helm to your forehead. "Stay here. It's not safe, precious one." And you're much too fragile. Can't risk you. Can't lose you.
• "He's right. Energy readings are off the chart," Ratchet mutters, attention on the scanner in his hands. "No telling what that would do to an organic." Catching the drone's hand in both of yours, your heart is racing. He'd wanted you to help him. Now he's telling you to stay? Because you're human and weak. Helpless. And it hurts, but you understand. Eyes down as the servos of his free hand ghost against the curve of your cheek before tipping your chin up. Waiting patiently like he always does for you to life your eyes. "Ratchet, you help him. Fix him. Please."
• Knows you don't like this, and he brushes the drone's lips against your forehead, aware of Ratchet staring. And he lifts the drone's head to stare the medic down, daring him to say anything, because he's not ashamed of you. You're his. "I'm still here. You won't be alone," he promises and it's hard to make himself make the drone walk away from you. To leave you standing there with your arms wrapped around yourself. So small and frightened. He's all around you but can't hold you without the drone's arms or by luring you to that node to snare you and dream with you. Just a little longer, though. Once he's repaired, he won't have to fight to stay awake, won't be constantly redirecting energy he needs just to survive.
• Sitting down after they leave you, you're aware of Metroplex's biolights pulsing around you. Keeping the shadows at bay. Know you're safe within Metroplex, but he's just so massive and it's dark so deep within him. But sitting here, you can feel the pulse of that massive spark thrumming with each flare of his biolights. Know he's all around you and it calms you. You don't know how long they're gone. Only that Cybertronians live a lot longer than you do and perceive time differently. Long enough for you to get hungry. For you to lay down and fall asleep. It's the feel of warm servos sliding under you that wakes you. "Metroplex?" You murmur as you're lifted and cradled in big hands and you blink up at Ratchet. "The drone disconnected again, but he was able to show me the problem," he growls and he's jogging with you back the way you'd come. Almost flat out running and fear jolts you wide awake. Because whatever's wrong with Metroplex is bad. You know it. "You can fix him, right? Ratchet?" Why won't he look at you?
• “I don’t know why I bother, no one ever listens,” Ratchet says, startling you awake from where you’d been drowsing after losing Metroplex again and you flush. Because he had told you to stay away from the drone and you’d spent the night in its lap. “Other Cybertronians don’t listen, why would a human.” Sitting up in the drone’s lap still cocooned in your blanket, you guiltily avoid looking at Ratchet as he wanders around the medbay making a lot more noise than is probably necessary. Clearly annoyed with you, so it’s a surprise when he drops an MRE at your feet and then stomps off.
• Drifting, he dreams of you. The way you’d felt in his arms, the warmth of you and the way you fit against him. Hates putting that worry on you, to ask for even more than you’ve already given him. But you’re all he has, the only one who’s bothered to even try to reach out to him. It’s getting easier to keep a thought hooked in the drone. Hearing through it as he gathers his strength. Can hear you talking to Ratchet, trying to convince him to go with you down into his interior.
• Looking up at Rachet as the medic grimaces, you wish Metroplex would wake up again. Explain it to Ratchet, because you’re just a human. They don’t take you seriously and you know it. Usually don’t really mind even though it makes you so lonely, but right now? You need his help. Metroplex needs his help. “We’ve explored down there, but haven’t been able to find anything to explain what’s wrong,” he says, freezing as the drone curls an arm around you, servos splayed against your hip. Under you, the drone slowly moves, lurching upright and dragging you with it, your legs dangling. “Is that Metroplex?” Ratchet asks and you wordlessly shake your head, not knowing how you know, only that you do.
• Exhausted, he sinks into his dreams of you, losing connection with the drone. In his dreams, you’re back in that hidden, guarded space. Can feel your warm, bare feet on his interior as you tip your face up toward his spark, letting that light play over you and illuminate you until you don’t seem half real. Unfurling the protective petals of that node in invitation to connect again. Tendrils uncoiling to snare you as soon as you touch him, he sees your arm lift, soft fingers hovering over him. And then his plating under your feet caves in with a wrenching pain, pulled apart by that yawning wound inside him. That ruined space bridge arcing with malevolent light as you fall with a soundless cry and there’s nothing he can do.
• Dangling as Ratchet tries to pry its arm loose, the medic swears as the drone takes an uncertain step, then another. Dragging him with it as it strides out of Medbay and you see the ground shift, opening to reveal a path like it had in your home that night Metroplex had led you to him. “I told you not to mess with it,” Ratchet snarls as you struggle to wriggle loose. It’s not hurting you, but you can’t get free either. But it’s taking you underground. To Metroplex and you stop fighting. “It’s okay,” you whisper, not at all sure. “It’s taking us to the problem.” That has to be it. Glaring, Ratchet strides alongside the drone as it carries you down into the darkness.
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Hard to learn the workings of
This lonesome charade
I'm filled with hesitation
Staring down the tide
It pulls you apart
It stabs in the dark
It carries away
I'm starting to see
The problem with me
Is everything
I can't wait to find you, I really hate that I'm alone
Dang man—THIS IS JUST ALL SO BEAUTIFUL! You are very good at writing these stories!! And you have so many—I’d die if I did that many stories at once😅
Thank you for being an awesome individual. You truly make my day whenever I see one of your stories. Just outstanding. Take care of yourself!!
Aww, thank you!
I Can Feel You Pt 12
Metroplex x Reader
• Curled up in the pile of blankets Ratchet had left you in exchange for a promise to stay away from the drone until Metroplex can take it over again, there’s no guilt. Understanding completely that if it activates without Metroplex controlling it, that you might get hurt by mistake. You’d waited until the medic had left to climb back in the drone’s lap with your blankets. Can’t even feel bad about immediately breaking your word, because you trust the Titan. If the drone is an extension of him, you trust it, too.
• Each time, it’s a bit easier to find Scamper. To slip into the drone. Slowly becoming aware of the warmth of you curled in his lap, head laying against his chassis as you rest. Waiting for him. It’s like sleepwalking, flexing servos that are and aren’t his. Trying to ignore that odd disconnect as he lifts a hand and ghosts his servos through your hair. Not sure of his control just yet and afraid of hurting you without meaning to if he misjudges his strength. So soft, barely there touches along your spine, the curve of your jaw, the delicate shell of your ear. Spark humming as he reassures himself that you’re right there, that this isn’t another dream. That he’s awake.
• Something strokes along your throat and tangled in sleep still, you open your eyes. See that glowing visor tipped toward you as a big, warm hand strokes along your collarbone. “You’re back,” you say, reaching up to touch him, feeling him press his mouth against your palm in a soft kiss. Not his face, but still him. Resting your head back against him, you relax as he reaches up to cup his hand over yours, keeping it there on him.
• “Always come back to you, little one.” Words still slow, taking more effort than he’d have imagined as his lips brush your palm. Slowly curling his other arm around you, feeling the slow beat of your heart against him. Just savoring being able to hold you like this. Letting you keep him focused, tying him to reality so he doesn’t drift. Too tired to do this for more than small amounts of time before exhaustion pulls at him. But these moments mean everything.
• “Ratchet. He said something’s wrong with you. Power’s being redirected,” you say, twisting in his lap to look up at him. Seeing that other face still a little jarring, a stranger. Visor already dimmer, he gently brushes his cheek against yours. “No, stay with me. Talk to me. Metroplex, please. Focus.”
• Hand cupping the back of your head as his mouth brushes yours, he tries to focus. That worry in your voice touching him. Attention starting to fracture when all he wants is to stay here with you. “Hurt,” he murmurs, lips brushing your forehead. “Hurting, little one. Come to me.” Because if that poison isn’t cut out, it’s going to kill him. It is killing him and he’s so tired of fighting a battle he can’t win. Needs you to tell the Autobots. For you to come back to him. Let him show you the problem so you can tell them, and they can fix the damage spreading through his systems. Because you’re the only one who’s been listening this whole time and he needs your help.
