I've been binge reading your fics for around a month now ( I think ), and couldn't help but noticed how many people exchanged their lives and various organs to you. Just how many lives/souls and organs do you have now? Do they outnumber the questions/request from your ask box?
Whenever you have the time, could I get a Soft Sideswipe (his twin gets a lot of love and Sideswipe has been making cameos in others' stories) or TFA Blurr? Sadly my soul isn't worth anything and I do kinda need my organs. So can only offer you a rare pic of a sleeping Little Miss Aiden.... With me slowly stacking various items on top of her
Cat stacks are acceptable payment 🤣
Holy crow, you guys! The Star plushie is at 82% of the goal already 💕
Soft AU- Colors
Sideswipe x Reader
• “You’re trying awful hard, aren’t you?” Spinning at the low growl, you stare up at your assigned mech as the fine hair at your nape prickles. Nothing that big should be able to move that quietly. “This is for me, right?” He asks, as he circles you, gesturing at your new coveralls as he grins. ‘No. HR made me wear them,’ you mutter because you definitely don’t want to encourage him. He’s bad enough as it is without him getting the idea that maybe you like a bad boy. Even though you do. Flustered, you look away.
• Clearing his vents, he mass shifts and reaches out to ghost his servos against your arm as you frown at him. “You look good in my colors, though,” he says as you roll your eyes at him. Playing hard to get even though he can scent you. Know you want him as much as he wants you. But apparently you enjoy denying him. “Though I’m betting you’d look better without the coverings in my berth,” he adds and you laugh, mixing up soap. ‘Dream on,’ you tell him with a smile.
• “Every night. You’re insatiable in the berth,” he purrs and you fumble your sponge in the soap bucket, face heating. Shoulders hunching, you try to think of a comeback, but your mind blanks so you just huff out a laugh. Know he’s going to have that damn, attractive grin on his face if you look back at him. Because he loves messing with you. ‘You’ll never know,’ you finally say. ‘Though in my dreams, you’re just freaking needy.’ Hear his engine rev as your face burns. Why did you say that?
• “So you have been dreaming about me,” he says and you shoot him an exasperated look. Why won’t you just admit you want him? He wants you. It doesn’t have to be some big deal or a commitment. ‘No,’ you blurt, but it’s too late and you both know it. Walking over, he leans against the wall beside you. “You have. You want me,” he growls possessively and you snort. ‘Not really.’ Venting slowly and deliberately, he grins when you glance at him, brow furrowing. “Yeah, you do.”
• “I have enough drama in my life without all your weird, alien baggage,” you mutter as he vents deeply again and you realize he’s smelling you. How good is their sense of smell? It can’t be that good, right? Dread settling in the pit of your stomach as his grin widens, you try to ignore him. Even as he leans down into your space, lips brushing your ear. ‘You smell fragging fantastic when you’re needy,’ he whispers as you inhale sharply, head turning to meet his stare. ‘All I’m saying is we could help each other out.’
Transformers x reader fic idea... content warning for pregnancy and romantic undertones from the transformer (cybertronians are not immune to that pregnancy glow /j....... /hj, actually)
Okay, consider; some Autobot (or perhaps even a con) has to go undercover as a normal car for... whatever reason, so they situate themself in a car dealership to be bought up by someone. They don't have to wait too terribly long when you come through. You buy them, apparently looking for a relatively cheap car that's in good condition, and they fit the bill (they fit more than that, thank you very much, but they're undercover for a reason, so...). They don't really think much of you, at first. Compared to some of the other humans they've seen, you're actually... well, you look kind of rough? Tired, really, and your field is in absolute shambles. Weird and alien, but undeniably distressed. You're quiet, though, and don't really talk much about what has you so upset. Not that you would know there was someone to talk to, but they guess you're just not the type to talk to yourself.
(On your side of things, you had just gone through a bad breakup. I'm talking about a years-long relationship gone up in flames kind of deal, so you're going through it. And on top of that, not long after the breakup, your car had broken down and kicked the bucket, with absolutely no hope of repair. It felt like a kick in the teeth, when it happened, but thankfully you were financially stable enough to at least get a new car. The car itself is a little weird, sometimes you think you hear it running in the middle of the night, but when you go to check on it in the garage it's completely silent. Other times—well, every time, actually—when you get in the car you swear you feel something in the air. Not like air pressure, or even static, it's just... a push, of some kind. It's weird. But honestly your weird car has helped distract you from the worst of your depressive thoughts, so sometimes you find yourself just sitting there in the front seat. Maybe you're crazy, but it kind of feels like that weird... presence has gotten more comforting lately. It's probably just you getting used to the new car, though. That's what you keep telling yourself, at least.)
It's a little over a month of the earth calendar under your care, when the bot/con finds themself waiting totally-not-at-all nervously outside the hospital in the parking lot, waiting for you to come back out. The visit had been entirely unexpected. You had gotten into their alt mode that morning with something of a grim look on your face, and your field projecting an alarming amount of anxiety onto them. When you had pulled up to what they recognized as a human medical facility, they found themself unnervingly worried about you—a nervousness they may or may not have blamed on just being lingering remnants of your EM field's own anxiousness, depending on who this might be.
They can’t find any excuse to blame their alarm and worry on when they find you coming out of the hospital in tears, though. And when you climb into their alt mode's interior, the contact with you projects the absolute mess your field is in—an absolute blur of fear, dread, anger, sorrow, and regret assault them, and had they been in their bipedal form, they're almost positive the force of it all would have brought them to their knees. And all they can find within themself to do as they're near drowning in your emotions is to wonder what happened?
It's only when you place your hands to their steering wheel, your forehead laying alongside them, that they're able to detangle themself from you. Enough to at least think again. You're breathing heavily, shoulders shaking with your sobs. And despite themself, with whatever thoughts or reservations they may have with or against humans, they gently push their field onto you, doing their best to project comfort and safety onto you. Not the most socially acceptable thing to do, but really, who has to know? You clearly need it.
A few minutes later they watch as you pull yourself together, leaning back into the seat as you breathe, and a sense of something like conviction settles through your field. They still don't know what happened, but this is the most put together they've seen you in the entire time they've been with you.
After that, things began to change. It took a couple more weeks to really see the difference, but once noticed, it became hard not to. You've looked more put together; cleaner, with your hair brushed and a new set of clothing put on every day. You begin to eat more, and go out to sit in the sun. You look better, and there’s a stableness to your field that they hadn't realized wasn’t there before, too. It's... a little too hard to look away from you, sometimes. Your skin has more color too it—somehow looking softer than it already had before (not that anyone needs to know they've taken note of such a thing!)—and those alien eyes of yours seem brighter. You're more confident, standing taller now, and they can't seem to look away from that. From you.
They didn’t understand what had caused this change until an embarrassing amount of time passed, really. Not until you started buying items that detailed things on the care for human young, and when your abdomen began to grow and slowly round over time. That was when it hit them that, oh.
Oh.
You were carrying.
—
Just to fill in some of those blanks, in case anything was hard to understand:
Basically, after that first month with your new totally-not-a-alien car, you realize that you missed your period not once, but twice, and make a trip down to the hospital to confirm your fears/suspensions. You did notice that you missed it the first time, but you had just thought it was the stress from the breakup that made you skip the month (you were depressed and in denial). After that second month, though, you couldn’t help but panic. Symptoms were starting to pop up, and you had to know.
Low and behold, you were pregnant. Obviously, this caused a mandatory breakdown in your weird-vibes car (which, strangely, kind of felt like you were getting a hug the whole time? Weird). Once you pulled yourself together, though, you resolved to get your life together, promising yourself to do right by your baby. You began to take better care of yourself, and dove head first into learning about being a first-time single mother—absolutely terrifying, but you were willing to do it for your baby.
Of course, little did you know that you weren’t quite as alone as you initially thought you were, but that's a revelation for future you. (How does it happen? No clue lol)
Also, in case anyone was wondering, I lowkey had either Hotrod or Sideswipe in mind here—and maybe Jazz too? He might be the most fitting, actually—but anyone really is applicable here, if you have enough of an imagination to think up a situation that would get them undercover like this lol. In my head, they finally put two and two together and figure out that you're pregnant around the three month mark of the pregnancy, so you're showing juuuuuust a little bit. The baby books and other items where probably the real final push for realization to hit, though. After all, they have no idea how human bodies work, so I can’t imagine the physical change to be the real 'oh shit' moment. But... I do suppose it depends on personal headcanons, how much that particular character knows about humans, and how observational that character might be.
Either way, though, if anyone has ideas feel free to expand! I'm kind of looking for a community to engage with, so... Here I am.
Also, to all my UT bittybones folks, I am so sorry. I swerved so hard to the left I went from g/t with the bitties to g/t with transformers. I don’t even know how this happened
Your playful/Flirty older bot reader(especially bottom tbh) may have or have not made me discover something interesting about myself ..... anyway just take my soul and give me another plate please I beg....
Also I've read your other works not just the older reader ones and dawg they're so delicious! 1000/10!!
You are the third person to tell me you want older flirty Reader themselves and it's not stopped being funny to me. Their charms are too strong it's fuckin reaching through dimensions. Y'all can live vicariously through Sideswipe.
"Reward" GN Older flirty Reader x Sideswipe [G1]
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ Sideswipe shooting his shot.
⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Horny.
⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Making out, Reader violating some Autobot code somewhere
⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, Your, Yours,
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Autobot Reader, Sideswipe wants to fuck Reader so bad it makes him look stupid, Sideswipe assuming Readers sleeping with the other Autobot officers (Reader isn't at this point at time but the situations have lead to the rightful assumption.), References "Performance" with Ratchet (the need to know is you faked interfacing with Ratchet to distract the Cons.), Reader can fight well, Sideswipe: I want you to kick my aft so bad it'll be so hot please
Sideswipe was getting antsy after your guys last battle with the cons.
Okay maybe "antsy" was the wrong way of putting it. His sparkdamn modesty panel was urging to pop whenever he kept stealing glances at your frame.
Sure, you were pretty easy on the optics- especially for a bot your age. They all fragging knew that. But Sideswipe watched you take down Motormaster so- ruthless wouldn't be the right way to say it. It didn't exactly match the smile on your derma. Or the almost lazy action behind your fighting moves that were critical in putting Cons to work. But you took Motormouth down and you took him down hard.
Sideswipe actually had to stop where he was on the field to gawk at the last couple moments- because frag... you really did know what you were doing. All before you practically flattened the big glitch with how hard you downed him. You only laughing and casually pulled yourself up off the con. Before leaning down to say something to him- a playful grin on your faceplate.
And Sideswipe realized he wanted to fight you. That he needed to spar with you again.
He knew he was being a bit of pervert with the thoughts of sparring.
He'd imagined getting up close and personal when you closed the distance to break his form. The frame to frame contact was the biggest thing his processor kept on imagining when he thought about it. You close- real close. Metal sliding against metal…. His own processor flicking between sparing and actually really getting close and personal with you.
Sideswipe wanted to grab and tug you even closer. But he also knew you'd probably break his hold easy before you'd knock him flat on his sorry aft.
But Sideswipe kinda wanted that too right now...
Primus, Sideswipe needs to self service or 'face soon before he physically asks you to kick his aft for his own enjoyment.
...
But maybe he could just ask you to 'face-? Like... casual?
Sideswipe knows you fool around with the other officers- it was like an open secret.
The way you and Jazz would get real close with each other. No kissing but you'd practically be on top of each other at some points.
Prowl's doorwings were tense and the long looks he'd give you when he thought no one was watching.
Optimus's over expressive finials and his own optics brightening so easily with some of your comments definitely didn't hide much at all.
And It would be stupid to assume you and Ironhide weren't screwing like petrorabbits behind closed doors.
Then Wheeljack accidentally tuning into that last "performance" you'd done with Ratchet just flat out confirmed the rumor.
It had him and some of the others sitting there waiting for the "go" from Prowl to raid the Decepticons.
All while slack jawed hearing you getting your spinal strut bent by Ratchet the whole way through. Loudly and so so hotly the entire time. It was so distracting that they almost missed Prowl's call to charge-! And Sideswipe was left powering through the most annoying bout of charge in his array after hearing you like that. Hearing you both like that. Frag- was older bots being freaks a true stereotype!?
Sideswipe was so fragging upset he wasn't built to make quality audio recordings. Because if he was- he'd have that entire frag session between you and Ratchet burning an echo in his audials with how many times he'd of replayed it directly into them. But nope! Had to be built a war frame without good audial recorders! Forced to simply recall the entire thing from his memory banks!
The things Sideswipe would do for a copy of you moaning like that...
So yeah. That’s definitely part of why he's so heated right now. He's been remembering it and thinking of you on your back with Ratchet on top of ya and you both trading paint so hard the fragging medical slab was creaking- Okay! Sideswipes just gonna go ask! Really he can just ask. You were laid back enough even as his superior officer Sideswipe didn't think you'd do anything. Or be too mad at him if you didn't want to fool around.
You'd probably just say no and maybe tease him for it.
And if you said yes-
Frag. Sideswipe wants you to say yes.
When he finds you, you're in the hallway walking along just reading through a data pad. So Sideswipe smooths his plating to be inviting and he just goes for it. Stepping in your path, making you stop to look up at him.
Your derma just curls into a lazy smile. "Pookie, what can I do for ya?"
Sideswipe’s plating twitches to ruffle wrong in annoyance at the ridiculous pet name you still just kept on using.
He shoves the urge to frown aside and tries to get his game back together from the quick curved lobb ball you'd started with. Throwing him off balance already- he can still win this.
So Sideswipe sighs and smiles, casually placing his servos on his hips and putting his plating back in order to try and visually put out what he wants to ask.
His plating not quite showing the deeper dips to hidden seams but close to it. And it definitely catches your optics. You only look back up with an arched optic ridge. But smiling all the same- only still waiting for him to start talking. So Sideswipe does and starts with your designation before he gets into taking his shot.
"- So, I was just wondering... Autobot to Autobot if you'd maybe be interested in some... under the table training." He smiles, trying to look sultry. "Plus I've been good on keeping myself in one piece recently. Did what ya said and I've been making an effort to stay outta of the medbay- for two weeks even!" Which was true. Sideswipe had almost made it to a month without any major injuries. This was the longest he's gone without a trip to Ratchet since they got to earth. "Don't I deserve- something good- for doing good? Being good."
You just barely tilted your helm to the side- but your optics slightly crinkle in amusement. You subspaced your datapad to bring a now free servo to your faceplate to prop under your derma in thought. "Hm-? Under the table training? And what exactly would this under the table training entail?"
Frag, you just want him to say it, say it.
Maybe Sunny was right and you did get off on embarrassing them all.
But Sideswipe had some scenes to recreate with you that'll match some of those sounds that have been crammed into his processor for days.
"Well, just some... one on one time alone together. We can do the training room- your habsuite, or my habsuite. What do ya say?" Sideswipe feels brave so he takes a step forward and into your space. Leaning closer to you slow but causal and lowering his volume before letting his em field spill against your frame. Sideswipe let's just some of that want, that's been thrumming in his chassis for what feels like forever, slip a lil’.
He keeps optic contact with you realizing he really does like the particular shade your optics are this close.
But he really thinks he'd like them even more if they were a lot brighter.
"You said you're always up for teaching the rest of us what you know as an older bot. So... how about you give me some more teaching of the- fun kind. What do you say?"
You stare at him. At the distance you’re at Sideswipe can see your optics are cycling in thought. Your smile actually disappearing before you exaggeratedly seemed to think to yourself. "Hmmmm." The drawn out hum from you only makes his digits twitch when he thinks about reaching out and making that sound turn into a moan.
Finally you turned your gaze back to him. And your smile returns- but now it's more loaded. "You're cute I'll give you that." His plating twitches under the attention. "But- just that." Your servos find your hips, leaning partially back into his space. "Cute. But I ain't about to be rewarding that type of cute." Oh, fraaaaaag. Sideswipe's plating shifts back to normal and he tries not to let his em field show all his disappointment.
Your servo raises and you waggle your pointer digit at him "I think... I'll let you off with a warning for indecent behavior towards your superior officer." Ugh. Okay fine. Nothing lost, nothing gained then. Except maybe some of Sideswipe's pride.
"Though I am a sucker for spoiling you all. So I'll at least… give you that reward for doing such a good job keeping yourself together. Just this once so you don't back slide into bad habits." Oh, really? Like what-? Sideswipe’s still kinda sour about the rejection and he knows it's not gonna be what he needs from you right now so he sorta glances at the wall.
Absentmindedly wondering what you'd give him instead for his good behavior of behaving and not “Throwing himself into danger at every opportunity on the battlefield”. Which blows- He had more than a couple of ideas just last fight with the Decepticreeps he avoided doing.
His thoughts are cut short when your raised servo reaches out towards him to grab onto his pauldron.
He has half a moment to register your smile curling even more- all before you yank him forward.
Sideswipe not ready for the move at all, almost gets pulled right off his pedes by you. He barely finds his balance when his chassis knocks right up against yours and-
"Hm-!?" Sideswipe’s shock gets muffled when your derma are suddenly just locked against his own. And he barely realizes that part before you casually slip your glossia into his slack mouth! Hello, Primus!?
Sideswipe’s servos latch onto your wrists when your own move to cup the sides of his face. Urging him forward all while your derma press against his own harder. Your derma are soft- frag! Your glossia slides against his own right when your em field slides down his front. It makes his thighs tense, and his next instinctive swallow taste like high grade.
And Sideswipe thinks he might get addicted to the taste of you.
He can't really hold back the throaty sound he makes when your demand intensifies. Glossia pressing against his own and making charge slip down his intake. Derma pressing and only breaking away every few moments to just re connect back to his own again.
Then you pull your glossia back and before he can follow after. And you bite him. Your top denta nips his bottom derma firmly. Not enough to break the top layer but enough to have Sideswipe feeling weak in the knees.
He manages to catch the moan that wants to sound out of his chassis- but you must still feel his em field pulse. Because your own field flexes in bubbly amusement when you smother him yet again back into making out. Sideswipe kisses back- glossia trying to match your intensity. While your em field boldly fans out and against the dips of his own frame.
Just when Sideswipe feels like he's finding some semblance of a strive against ya, you break away leaving him venting in whiffs of steam. "There's your extra special one time reward solider.” You smile better than he probably ever could have when he was trying to flirt. Just the little thing had his plating twitching. “One just for you. For your reward for breaking your record on keeping yourself outta Ratchet’s plates. But also here's your warning. If you repeat the same rule breaking then I'll be forced to punish you for it. And trust me I'll be enjoying it a lot more than you will be." There was an edge to the end of your words. An edge usually reserved for Decepticons right before you really started kicking tailpipe. Theres a hot jolt of charge that volleys right down his frame at the words- Hitting his array with no mercy and full force.
But the heat in your field lowers to barely warmer than what it regularly is. And he's stuck waiting for what you're gonna do next.
Are you taking him to your habsuite- or do you wanna go to his? Or did you actually wanna go to the training room? Or are you gonna kiss him again-?
He’s hanging on every word and he thinks he’ll be thinking about rewards for the next couple of fights.
"So keep being a good boy, and behave. Because that wasn't exactly appropriate on shift behavior from you, solider. Flirting with one of your superior officers- really, Darling?" You tutted your glossia like you were scolding him for it. Like you hadn't just had your glossia on the back of his denta. Your em field was still warm. And Sideswipe could tell you were enjoying yourself this close to him.
"So-" Your digits brushed along his cheeks, your faceplate close to his and the most sultry amused look on your faceplate. And it makes his helm run wild on what he wants to do with you first.
You pull away and your em field fully goes with it. "How about you get back to your habsuite, Pookie? Long day- you could use the rest. Stop flirting with your commanding officers and expecting anything good out of it, alright? And keep yourself together more often. It's good for you." And then you turned on a pede and start walking in the opposite direction of Sideswipe’s habsuite.
And the opposite direction from him.
Sideswipe cycles his optics faster the farther you get away from him.
And then it hits him what just happened and what's happening. "Pookie" hitting him like a piece of shrapnel to the back of the helm.
You- he!? You're just gonna do that and then walk away like nothing even happened!?
Sideswipe’s engine wants to turn over and even rev when he realizes you're turning the corner in the Ark hallway.
But you stop when you realize Sideswipe’s staring. Making optical contact with him again.
All before you smile, bring your digits to your derma, and blow him a kiss. "Don't stay up late now, Doll." it’s almost sung.
And just as quickly as that hits him you’re turning around the corner and leaving-!
Sideswipe’s engine does rev this time and he's running now. Running after you and making an effort not to transform on instinct to chase faster. You can't just do that and leave-! Oh, Sideswipe was gonna get you back for that-! He can't get in trouble for it right? You started it!
His processor is running as fast as he is and he's thinking about what he's gonna do when he catches up to you.
All before Sideswipe turns the corner in a rush and nearly slams into a mech.
The Mech isn't you.
It's Prowl.
Standing there and jerking backwards when Sideswipe almost runs into him full speed.
Ah-!
Sideswipe’s em field pulled back quick enough he made himself flinch at the rush backwards it had done.
But it still apparently wasn't a fast enough abort that Prowl didn't feel exactly how he was feeling right then and there.
Prowl's optics cycled and he slowly and mechanically looked over his own pauldron.
When he spotted you Prowl's wings flicked once, then tilted before he turned back to Sideswipe.
Uh oh.
Sideswipe knew just enough wing speak from Bluestreak and Smokescreen to know that was not a good sign.
"Sideswipe... If you have enough time to even entertain such thoughts- let alone seriously consider them; you have enough time to be placed on a double position today." Sideswipes optic’s snapped wide at the words. All while Prowl, the sadist he was, just kept on talking-! "Which will be starting now due to your apparent lack of discipline. You're expected at the front of The Ark with Hound in less than five klicks." Sideswipe bit back the urge to curse, not wanting to give Prowl the satisfaction of his frustration. He sure as slag wasn't about to spill what had just happened to Prowl of all bots-!
So he forced himself turn to go do exactly that. Chanting curses in his processor instead of muttering them. While Prowl just turned and walked back over towards you.
Sideswipe only stopped when he was about to turn the corner fully, to look back in your direction.
Prowl was talking to you now- you only chuckling and saying something that made Prowl’s door wings readjust.
That should be fragging him-! Sideswipe scowled when he watched you actually lean closer to Prowl to tease him about something.
But you must've felt Sideswipe looking because your helm turned his way. Making the two of you make optic contact again.
Your derma curled further and you just offlined one optic to wink at him.
He had to physically restrain himself from giving into the very real urge to chase after you again and show you exactly how much he appreciated it. (He doesn't know if he would be more upset if you kicked his aft for it or if you didn't)
"Sideswipe." Prowl reminded him he was in trouble and also being watched- by Prowl's now very hard stare.
So Sideswipe huffed and turned on his pede to go do his double.
He wasn't exactly able to get the memory of your glossia in his mouth out of his processor for the rest of his double shift.
If you're planning to continue the Soft Au series, will RID15 Thunderhoof, BB and Sides be next? I can SO see them easily charming their assigned humans and vice versa. Imagine if a human was TOTALLY willing to sign up because of (her in my case) being disillusioned by her fellow humans and the expectations they place on them?
Sure!
Soft
RID15 Sideswipe x Reader
• “Don’t tell me you’re scared of one harmless, little human,” Strongarm teases and his servos flex with the urge to shove her. Because it’s not the human looking for him and calling his name that he’s scared of. It’s the fact that you’re trying to take care of him. To court and trap him as your conjunx. Isn’t ready to settle down, yet. ‘Shut up,’ he growls, plating flaring slightly and she just smiles. “Oh, are you looking for Sideswipe? He’s right here,” she calls out pointing and you’re turning as he peeks over the low wall. And you smile when you spot him. ‘Traitor,’ he hisses.
• There he is. Why does your assigned mech have to be so difficult? Everyone else gets easy, cooperative aliens to deal with. Cybertronians that love bath time and are all for interspecies dating. And you get the alien equivalent to a giant cat. Had signed up because of the rumors that the aliens were all too eager for a serious love connection, but then you’d gotten saddled with him. Deliberately moving to cut him off as you smile up at him, the other two with him are obviously trying not to laugh as his shoulders hunch before he ducks back behind the wall. Approaching him like you would a wild animal, you remember that last time he’d vaulted over your head, hit the ground and transformed, peeling out in a cloud of dust. Just to avoid getting washed. “Sideswipe’s not here. He uh, he died. Just now,” he calls out, voice higher than normal.
• Crawling on his hands and knees along the wall, he can hear Grimlock and Strongarm both laughing at him. And sure, it’s not exactly dignified, but getting conjunxed might just be worse than being incarcerated. Or the equivalent to it anyway with no hope of parole. Stopping short when your boots step around the wall and into his path, he groans. “Funny. You don’t look very dead,” you say, arms crossed and head tilted as you stare at him. ‘I was but I got over it,’ he mutters, defeated.
• “Come on. You can play in the dirt again after your bath,” you sigh and he has the audacity to look offended. ‘I’m not playing in the dirt,’ he growls and you point at the wash stall, aware that he’s much bigger and much stronger than you are. But you’ve got irritation on your side. “No, you’re crawling around being a baby trying to avoid a bath. Now march.” And the other two are laughing hysterically as he looks from them to you, expression mutinous. “Now.” Wincing at yourself because you sound like your parents, you glare as he skulks over to the stall, shoulders slumped and muttering in his own language.
• Where do you get off talking to him like that? Calling him a sparkling? Bossing him around. You’re worse than Strongarm. “I’m not even dirty,” he growls and you snatch the bucket off your cart, thumping it down by his ped and dumping soap in before turning for the hose. Glancing longingly at the open exit to the stall, his ped slides on the concrete and your head snaps toward him. ‘Butt on the bench. Now,’ you snap and he prickles at the hard edge in your voice, hating the little thrill that shivers through him at your anger. Embarrassed, he sits down and looks away.
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Dropping a link to a fic I’ve started. Poly relationship with the twins and human female reader.
Sloooow burn. Heavy hurt/comfort. Poor reader is autistic, traumatised, burned out and just trying her best.
Synopsis:
Late drives were how you kept it together. They were meant to be quiet and routine. Just you, your car, and the thoughts you don’t know what to do with.
So why are you now revving at a pair of supercars and why are they revving back?
I like to put songs that give me the vibes at the end and I’ll also include any songs referenced throughout. Every chapter will be named after the respective song. Tysm. Love you. Forehead kisses.
I know it was just posted but can we get more human pets with the transformers? And maybe some valveplug/spice with it to?
Of course ♥️ I was going to do some headcanons but here’s a whole ass novel I was possesssed to write lol. Sorry it’s a bit of a text wall, tumblr wasn’t happy with the length. You didn’t specify any bot in particular so I hope it’s okay I went with Sides (he asked nicely for attention :3)
Sideswipe x fem!Reader
Warnings: smut, very questionable morals, heavy Sunny judgement
You scowl as it comes up to the desk, crouching to smile down at you, wiggling a finger. You roll your eyes, twisting to sit facing the opposite side, now staring at the wall. The big robot makes the same noise over and over, the one that had become annoying familiar now. You hesitated to even call it a language. A mix of clicks, glitches, revs, and warbling. Most often, though, it made that same rumbling purr. One that reminded you of the drone of a heavy engine, or a purring of a cat. Huffing, you hesitate before twisting around to glare at it again. Its face lights up, weird teeth on display and the noise grows louder. You study it just like it seems to be studying you. Its face looks metallic and hard but somehow it emotes and expresses itself in an uncanny familiar way. Its body is plated in gaudy red, dark mesh visible at joints and seams. Of course AI robots would be the thing to torture humans forever. Could have seen that coming, you guess.
You regret your decision when it seems to take your staring as an invitation. It reaches out, sliding the lid open and bends to look directly down at you. Its hand is in the tank, flat on the substrate and its fingers are curling as if to beckon you closer. You glare up at it, making a point of scooting further away from it. The hand is sliding towards you, still flat in invitation, until it’s prodding your thigh and you turn around, sticking your tongue out. It makes a chuffing sound, shoulders rising and falling. Laughing?
It doesn’t seem to matter anyway as the hand curls around you, hoisting you into the air. Now held right in front of its face, you watch its lips move as it seems to be cooing and talking to you. You feel queasy seeing what looks like a tongue and throat inside of its mouth. God, if this ends in robot vore you’re going to be so pissed. The sounds of the heavy doors sliding opens draws your attention and you kick and push with your legs, struggling to see who’s come in. You ignore the red one as it seems to panic, other hand cupping around you too as if you’re going to squirm out and splat like a hamster. Oh. It’s the gold one again. The same one that seems to live here too, sleeping at night on bed on the opposite side of the room to red. He’s leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed and his voice is monotone and bored sounding. Red throws his head back, rolling his eyes and responds. Once the door slides shut, other robot gone, he lowers you back into the glass cage and slides the lid back into place. You pretend not to watch as he rushes around and gathers his things. He crouches again, waving a finger at you, that you pretend not to notice, before he’s leaving out the same door. You hold your middle fingers up at him as soon as his back is turned.
Sunny groans. They’re not even half way through the evening and his brother has spoken about nothing other than his weird flesh pet. He hadn’t even wanted that thing in their berth but had eventually agreed upon realisation that it would be the only way to stop Sides from whining about it constantly. If he’d known it would open him to a whole not pit of being shown photos, and videos, and forum posts all day he never would have agreed.
“And then today Revs tried to bite me when I changed the water. It’s was so cute.”
“Revs?” He vents.
“Yeah. She’s always making that little growling noise when I pick her up. Revs.”
He spots the bar up ahead and turns to his twin, about to ask who else will be there.
“Oh. I forgot to say, I’ve ordered some new stuff for her. I know I promised to keep everything to my side but maybe I could just use one of your desk drawers-“
“No.”
“But sunny I-“
“Primus Sides. I just want one night where I can go and have a drink and not hear about your weird little pocket primate. Drop it.”
He instantly feels a wash of guilt at his brother’s dejected look, his shoulders slumping and preds dragging as they enter.
“Look. Maybe try actually speaking to a a femme tonight. At least have a normal conversation with our friends. You need company. It’s not healthy to sit in your berth all day playing games and obssessing over an animal.”
Sides shakes his head but gives Sunny a thumbs up and they make their way over to the table, their friends calling to them and lifting their drinks.
There isn’t much to do when they leave. You did have a ball on the first day, until you had lined up your shot and booted it right at his face. Turns out your coordination was fine and dandy. He’d come back wearing a covering on the eye you’d nailed with it. You’d tried not to feel guilty when he’d come over, smiling and waving at you as soon as he returned. Now, you found yourself sleeping when you could and when you found yourself alone, you masturbated furiously. Chasing any and all dopamine and endorphins you could. Seems like that’s what you’ll be doing tonight, you guess.
They come back some hours later and you whine as the room lights up, waking you. You’d cum 3 times before getting bored and falling asleep curled up in your blanket nest. You wince at the feeling of your half dried fluids, sticking to your mound and thighs. It’s not long before they’re both in their respective beds, lights out once more. You sigh, staring at the ceiling, unable to get back to sleep. A noise catches your attention and your head lolls to the side. It’s red. His back is turned to you but the low glow of its headlight eyes lights its frame enough for you to see him moving. You sit up, squinting in the dark, leaning forward to see what he’s doing. You can barely make out an arm moving rhythmically and straining to listen, you pick up on low grunting clicks leaving its mouth Your face flushes when it pieces together.
He- yes ok definitely a he - is jerking off and you’re watching like a freak. You flip again on your back, but you can’t seem to fight your head from turning to keep watching. A depraved heat clenches around core, hypnotising your fingers down your chest, your stomach, your hips, and your mouth falls open when they spread you open and sinks into your sticky opening. It’s so wrong. So fucked. You’re definitely not into your stupid robot owner but you guess you’ll take what you can get after being branded as an involuntary celibate for so long. Whenever your eyes slide shut as you circle your clit and rock your fingers inside yourself, you snap them back open to watch him now rocking his hips along with the tugging of his arm. You call it morbid curiosity.
Eyes rolled back now, you’re so so close. You wonder if you’ll cum at the same time. You wonder why you even thought that. You don’t immediately notice when he stops. You do notice, however, when he pushes himself to sit up, legs on the floor and hand rubbing at his face. You rip your hand from yourself and want to cry. Of course you couldn’t even just have this. He makes that sound like a sigh and sits there for a moment and the sight of whatever you call the thing between his legs has your jaw slack. It’s giant and as alien as it is, you know a cock when you see one. You pull the blankets over yourself to hide, leaving a gap big enough to watch as he slumps towards the desk, his dick still at attention and swinging with each step. He rummages in one of the desk drawers, but stops before he can pull out whatever freaky toys he owns. Probably a industrial magnet, you bet. You hear him venting deeply. Once, then twice. You see his glowing eyes lift to your enclosure and you close your eyes, doing your best sleeping impression. The lid slides over and your act is foiled when a giant finger prods at you. A soft yelp escapes you in surprise and it falls to a growl when the blankets are tugged right off of you. He leans closer, face inside the cage, and vents again. You glower at him, cheeks burning, as you try to read his expression. His brows are furrowed, eyes filled with an intensity you haven’t seen before.
It should have been unsurprising really when he scoops you up, yet again. Holding you close. You wonder who the fuck plays with their hamster while rock solid downstairs, and the thought has your eyes flickering down to glance at it. It’s totally involuntary. What is surprising is what he’s making his way back to his metal slab of a bed and laying back down, on his back this time. You raise an eyebrow at him as he deposits you on his chest. He smiles, petting your head with a finger. You feel every deep inhale he’s taking, feel him holding it, then his chest falling as he releases it. You’ve never noticed him breathing before so it makes you consider how much about him you really know. Seems like the big guy really needs a lot of air after all. He’s being greedy with it. Acting like he’s trying to suck all the oxygen out of the room. The bastard. His finger moves to your side and you let out a gasp, then a giggle, body folding to the side when it jabs you right in the tickley part of your waist. His eyes widen in surprise at your reaction, mouth twisting into a soft smile. He lifts his other hand and does your other side, letting out his own version of a laugh as you contort the other way, giggling and batting at the finger. You want to be angry, but honestly it’s been so long since you’ve been touched that it’s feeding the starving pit inside of you that’s been eating you alive. Always so lonely. His finger moves and pokes on your chest, pushing you to lean back. You do so, hands behind to prop yourself up, and legs in front. His fingers prod again but he’s at your feet and your toes curl, cursing internally at him finding yet another tickley place, hoping this won’t be your new torture. He seems to stare at your toes as they flex and curl, a softness lighting up his his face. Prodding at you again, he’s trying to get you to lift your legs. You refuse to move them, giving him a withering look. He gives you the most pathetic desperate face in return and you roll your eyes, spreading your legs and bending them on either side of you. You refuse to look at him as the air hits your slit, missing the way his eyes zero straight onto this new part of you. You consider that he’s completely clueless to your anatomy. Probably just curious and bored. The thought melts from you as a giant, warm metal finger prods at your cunt and you jump. He coos, petting your head to soothe you until you slump and relax again and he tries again.
Using both his fingers, he’s trying to spread you open, leaning his head forward trying to get a closer view. They’re too bulky to be able to do the job though, and you see his brow knitted in concentration as he keeps trying. Fuck it. You shoo his fingers away and before he can go back to trying to placate you, thinking you’re scared, you use your own hand and spread your lips, exposing your opening. You want to hate the hunger he stares at it with, but instead it has your walls fluttering around air. How long has it been since anyone’s looked at you like that? You thought nobody ever would again. Watching him watching you, you bite your lip and sink a finger inside, jumping when he lets out a rumble. You slide it back out, smiling as you bring it to to your mouth. Slowing, making sure you make a show it, you lick your tongue along the digit before sliding it into your mouth and suckle your juices from it. Faster than you can process, he’s got you in his palm again and he’s bringing you up to his face. He drops you on his mouth and suddenly the horror of robot vore is back at the forefront of your mind but instead of opening it and letting you tumble inside, he cracks it enough to stick out a tongue. His fingers tugging you down at the hips is all the encouragement you need as you lower yourself against it and begin to rock your hips. He lets out another rumble and you are thankful you’re facing down him as you watch his hand find his cock, wrapping around it and pumping. Closer now, you can see more of it. There’s bundles of wiring intersecting along the shaft, dipping in and out. Along the length are also rows of little red lights, all pulsing on and off, glinting like a landing strip. The thing itself seems a mix of mesh seams and thin strips of metal plating. The tip is tapered like a hentai tentacle and, holy shit, you can’t stop staring. Riding harder against his tongue, your clit grinding against it with every tilt of your hips, you know it’s not going to take you long. It seems with the speed he’s fisting himself he’s having the same problem. He’s helping you along, wriggling his tongue and you let’s put a long keening whine as your hips jerk and shudder, squirting and drooling onto him, and it seems to be enough to send him over the edge too. His hips snap, thrusting up to his hand as he rides it out, blue fluids spurting from, and oozing down his length. You’re transfixed as you realise it has a faint glow to it in the dark. Your legs feel like wet noodles as you turn, looking back to find his eyes are closed, venting in quick bursts, tongue back in his mouth.
You’re wondering if this is how you’re going to spend the while night, sitting there on a giant robot face in the dark when his eyes snap back open and he’s scooping you up again in his palm. Carrying you downwards, towards that monster alien dick. The fact it’s still rock hard both horrifies and amazes you. He holds you near the base and it’s almost giving you vertigo to look up it. Your breath quickens when he brings his hand closer, worried he’s going to squash you with it but, with relief, you realise he’s simply cupping you against it. Your thighs are spread wide to straddle around it, and your hands come up to poke at one of those blinking lights. It twitches against you when you do and it makes you giggle. Growing bolder, your hand strokes along it until you meet wire. You tangle your fingers into them, feeling him shiver under you and you give a light tug. His hips thrust up at that, and his cock slides against the length of your entire body. The fluids coating it seems to make it slippery enough that it didn’t give you friction burn at least. Your other hand traces along him to and you gasp when he begins to rock his hips, using you in his hand like a human fleshlight. You tighten the grip of your thighs, tilting until your own cunt is pressed against him. He groans at the little whimpers and breathy noises leaving you as he slides you along his length. He knows he’s not going to last long again, head falling back.
He yells. You flinch at the noise. He’s staring up, frozen. You crane your own neck. The gold one is looming over him, staring with a horrified look, mouth slack.
Sunny grabs his wrist and pulls the hand holding you towards him, away from his spike. He doesn’t even fight, still frozen.
You squeal as you’re yanked up in a tight grip, and carried back to the desk. You’re all but flung back into your cage, the lid slammed with enough force to make you jump and cower as the gold bot is shouting, you presume at the red one. Whatever he’s saying sounds angry, as he jabs a finger at the other’s face. Red looks horrified and his hands are in the air in a surrender as he cringes, shrinking at the others words. The gold one throws his own hands up and he storms back to his own side, throwing himself with a clang onto his bed again. You turn to look at Red who looks embarrassed and dejected. He catches your gaze and gives you that little finger wave. You, for the first time, wave back. He gives a soft smile, almost guilty looking, and with that he lays back down, his back turned to you. Curling back into the nest of blankets, you try to slow your hammering heart. You sigh, back at square one. Awake and staring at the ceiling. And again, alone.
How about only silly fics 🤣 though I’ve already rickrolled you guys
Soft AU- War
Sideswipe x Reader
• “No, humans love this. It’s fun for them. Like enrichment,” Sideswipe insists, trying to keep a straight face as Bluestreak hesitates, his door wings drooping slightly. “Would I lie to you?” He asks, expression daring the other bot to confirm that yes, he has lied to him before. Several times. “Come on. I showed you the videos. Those humans were happy, right? Frolicking,” he growls, pushing the other mech in the right direction and grabbing his wrist, he places one of the boxes in his hand as Bluestreak cringes. ‘But why do I have to do it, though?’ Bluestreak groans.
• Stretching lazily in the sun on the lawn of the dorms, you just want to enjoy the heat, the faint breeze. You and several other caretakers enjoying the day and having a pool party. Even if your pool is a plastic kiddie pool that doesn’t do much except get your butt and feet wet. It’s the spirit of the thing the person who’d bought it had insisted. That even a tiny, slightly depressing pool was still a pool. And a shadow falls across you, your head turning to look.
• Watching Bluestreak nervously approaching the humans sprawled out in the sun, Sideswipe grins. Had told the other bot it was because it needed to have an element of surprise to it and that at least wasn’t a lie. Because Blue can walk right up to the humans without them getting wary. The only better mech to enlist would have been Waspinator, but that one runs from him on sight now. And the caretakers are greeting Bluestreak, at ease with him as the other bot fidgets with the box.
• “Everything okay, buddy?” You call out since the mech looks like he’s in physical pain as he fidgets with the box in his hands. ‘What have you got there, hun?’ Another caretaker asks and Blue seems to wilt, his door wings tucked close to his frame. ‘Surprise!’ He groans, sounding almost apologetic as he slings the box. And covers all of the lawn in neon festival powder as you hear someone swearing then coughing and you try to shield your face and eyes with an arm, realizing you’re covered in the stuff.
• Wheezing as the neon colored humans scatter, screaming, Bluestreak’s plating lifts and clamps down tight as he backs up. “Sideswipe!” The other mech yells as angry human voices start also yelling. At Bluestreak. And his optics land on his own caretaker, absolutely livid as they spot him and point and he wiggles his servos at them, grinning. Because, honestly it’s been too quiet lately. Boring. Can’t kick Decepticon aft, so he has to find his own entertainment. Besides, you’re just humans. What could you possibly do in retaliation?
Got an ACTUAL PAPER sketchbook so I can doodle dumb things like this, then scan and color them digitally
