Sittin in the hospital waiting for my sister to deliver my niece and lemme just say… it’s gonna be a long night and thank god for your stories to keep me entertained! 😂 You are my savior haha
I hope everything goes smoothly!
Soft AU-Small
Soundwave x Reader
• Staring at the tiny form in your arms, his sparkling’s mouth opening against you with a warbling cry, he feels frozen in place. Had thought he was prepared for this. Knew what to expect. Had done his research on sparklings. But he just feels lost. And his son chirps, hiding his face against you as you look up at him. Wants to hold his sparkling, servos flexing with that need, but the bitlet is even smaller than you are. Incredibly fragile. Slowly easing down to sit beside you on the berth, you lean into his frame as he curls an arm around you, servos brushing his son’s helm.
• Can hear Soundwave venting roughly, see the faint tremor in his servos, but otherwise the mass displaced mech looks like he’s in complete control. Sure of himself as always. But you know him better than that. Tucking your legs under you as you twist toward him, you’re handing him his son as he stiffens. “Here.” His big hands reaching to cradle the tiny form, supporting his head without you needing to tell him. Laying your cheek against his chassis, you watch your son kick his chubby legs, chirping uncertainly when he can’t find you.
• Can feel his sparkling’s field prickling him and he lets go of the hold on his own field. Pushing it outward and feeling you relax against him with a soft sound of surprise as his son settles, hiding his tiny face against his chassis. “Whatever you’re doing, I love it,” you mumble and your eyes are almost closed, surprising him. Wasn’t even sure of you could sense fields since yours is always broadcasting. Feeling your blissed out calm sinking into him, he adjust his son against himself.
• Wish you’d known that he could do this a long time ago, because this feels amazing. All of your worries and stress just washing out of you like sinking into a warm bath. Feeling his arm tighten around you, your attention slides to your son tucked in the crook of his other arm. And it still feels surreal that you have a kid. That the two of you are parents. Aware of all those worries and concerns waiting to ambush you on the other side of the feel good vibes he’s pushing out, you inhale slowly.
• Warmth spreading through him as you blink sleepily when he croons to his son, your cheek slides against him. Apparently the sound as effective on you as it is the sparkling as you yawn. “That’s cheating,” you say, the words slurring as you yawn again. Fighting to stay awake as his crooning deepens. Trying to lull you into resting. “You’re a good husband,” you mumble and he retracts his mask to brush a kiss against the top of your head as his son snuggles closer. ‘Rest.’
My first champion series Blokees and my first model kit that came in runners!
Nice! They’re a lot of fun to assemble
Paradise Pt 4
TFO Soundwave x Reader
• Cheek against his chassis, the hum of his internal systems spill into you. Feeling like something familiar, a sound you knew and were missing even though it’s wholly alien and new. Mulling over his words, you wonder if a part of him resents this need to be near you. This ache that’s lodged in you and feels like it’ll shatter you if you try to distance yourself from him. “It’s just overwhelming. Frightening,” you admit and you realize that you feel like you can say anything to him. Like he really is an old friend you’ve known forever. “I don’t know what’s real and what’s this compulsion.”
• Wincing at that whispered word, his servos brush your cheek, tipping your face up. And the uncertainty in those strange eyes hurts. Even if he understands it. You’re not what he’d expected. What he’d thought he wanted. But maybe you’re what he needs. Doubts he’s what you’d imagined when you’d dreamed of a conjunx, either. Do your kind even call it that? Knows so little about humans. About you. When he’d been found and brought in to be trained for the Elite Guard, the Primes had seen potential in him. Something worth saving. Training. He feels like that again with you. Like he was lost before finding you.
• “We can figure that out. Together,” he says and his deep rumbling voice sinks into you, easing your tension. Breath hitching as his servos ghost along the line of your throat, rubbing against your jaw, it occurs to you that you’re as alien and strange to him as he is to you. But he’s not fighting this pull like you are. Like he’s already sure. Pushing slightly back, your face lifts and his visor brightens, his palm pressing against your collarbone. When you nervously wet your lips, he rumbles and the sound seems hungry. Emboldens you. Pressing your palms against his chassis, you trace the pattern on the glass. Is it glass? Maybe some alien polymer humans don’t even know about. It’s warm under your hands. Feels alive as the hum of his internal systems thrum into you and you realize you never thought of him as just a machine. A thing.
• Wishes he could get a better read on your thoughts, but they’re so quick. There and then gone, a quicksilver, ever shifting wildness of emotion, images, and fragments of thoughts. Never encountered anything like your species. Your hands slide against him, timidly exploring as his plating heats. One of his own hands cupping your side, sliding down over your hip. What are the odds of finding a species so like his own? Of finding his spark mate. “But how do I know what’s real? What’s me?” You whisper, the question sounding so lost and he understands the worry in your voice even as a part of him wants to ask if it matters. He’s found you. You’re his.
• Aware of him, the way he smells, the warmth of those big hands, you inhale when he tugs you into his frame, your body pressed against his own as your heart beats faster. Wanting him to kiss you. To stop touching you because you feel out of control when he does. Needing to feel him hold you. His head lowers, mask retracting and you panic even as you flush in response. Head turning away and you feel the heat of his mouth against your throat. Hear the soft noise you make, body arching into his as one of his hands slides against your back. He’s home and safety. Familiar. He’s a complete stranger. And you still want him. Need him.
Mass displacement mayhem? Imagine anyone that's scared of bats seeing micro Soundwave 😆😄😄 his human also scared of bats but he's also just so fucking tiny and adorable too, especially considering biting and rabies isn't a concern
🤣 I love this! He’s so very✨Creature ™️✨
Mass Displacement Mayhem-Soft AU
TFP Soundwave x Reader
• Smiling faintly as you feel his little servos on your arm, you see his tendrils snake out of the sleeve of your sweater to stretch the hole enough that he can pop his head out without catching any of his pointy plating on the material. And his head tilts to look at you, visor brightening as he just hangs out in the sleeve of your sweater. Apparently happy in there. Whatever hit him and the other Cybertronians had ended with them all toddler sized, but it was the attempts to fix it that ended up making things worse. Namely, shrinking them all further. And most of them aren’t exactly coping well. Feel him stretch out his arms to grip your fingers and you smile. “Still good?”
• Pulling himself out of the sleeve of your covering, he knows he should be worried about his current situation. Because right now? He’s vulnerable. They all are. If the humans meant them harm, now would be the perfect time to act. Instead you’ve just been fussing over him. Trying to feed him energon goodies and coiling his tendrils around your fingers while talking to him in a cooing tone. Like he’s a sparkling. Apparently smitten with him being this size. You’d made a funny sound when you’d seen what had happened to him and covered your mouth with your hands before grabbing him. And you haven’t put him down since.
• Watching him crawl over your fingers as he pulls himself completely out of your sleeve, you’re fighting for your life to resist the urge to kiss him. One of the other other caretakers had actually muttered that at that size and crawling around like that, he looked unsettlingly like a bat. But then, you’ve always thought bats had cute little puppy faces. And he’s much cuter. His plating barely ruffles and you’re lifting your hand with him clinging to it.
• Venting with a soft hush when you press a kiss against his helm, he offers you a smiley face emoji. And you smile, lifting him higher as he stretches his limbs to make the leap to your shoulder. Servos clinging to your covering, he slides himself down inside the neck of your top, arms hanging out to keep himself from sliding down inside the soft material. Letting your amused field sink into him, he wonders how the other Decepticons are faring. Last he’d seen Megatron, the warlord had been trying to bite his human caretaker.
• Feeling him relax against you tucked down inside your shirt, you don’t bother trying to coax him out. He’s kind of cute poking out of there anyway. Walking through your dorm room, you throw some popcorn in the microwave and try to guess what kind of movies the tiny mech might enjoy. Action maybe? Or s musical? And you’re planning to take full advantage of this. To take him to the zoo next, show him all the places he’s normally too big to experience. Maybe a museum. Or the aquarium. He might like the jellyfish.
Soundwave dragon designs, in the second photo his secondary wing pair is extended below the first pair.
The secondary wings are very small, they are more used to glide.
I wasn't sure if I wanted him to be more organic or more mech like, so I settled for both.
"Tentacle" tails split off the main one, and wrap around the first one when in flight (still having trouble drawing that)
The face was still the hardest but his face is covered by a "visor" still
Out of the other designs, he is by far the smallest (about the size of a elephant) but he can audibly break the sound barrier because hes so fast. (Ik its unrealistic
I beg I plead, more son of a gun my tooth is in bad shape shit sucks fr 😞I need a lovely distraction and ES soundwaves thigh to waist ratio would be just thing 🙏🙏
Sure, hun! Definitely get that tooth looked at, though 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
Son of A Gun Pt 22
ES Soundwave x Reader
• One moment of weakness to get you out of his system. So he can stop obsessing about you. Wanting you. Glossa stroking against your tongue, your alien taste fills his senses. As drugging as the scent of your need is. Hand sliding down your side, he hooks a servo in the waist of your lower covering, trying to figure out how to get you out of it. You try to break the kiss, drawing back and he growls, following you. Still struggling with your coverings as you pant wait against his lips, your own hands reaching to help as his mouth covers yours.
• You’re probably going to regret this as much as any booty call come the next morning. Know it. At least with a stranger, you can make a walk of shame escape after. He’s not going to let you have the chance and you know it. Doesn’t want you here, but won’t let you go either. Getting the button undone on your pants, he’s dragging them and your underwear roughly down over your hips, his growling rumbling through you as his mouth slides along your jaw. To your neck to make you shiver. Big hands are lifting you, your back sliding against the wall as you try to kick off your pants since one leg is caught around your ankle. Not that he seems to care.
• You make a startled noise when his spike releases to pressurize, trying to look down between your bodies to see him. And it’s too intimate. Something he doesn’t want you to have. Catching your hands and pinning them over your head, his mouth opens against your throat. Moving against you and almost snarling as the head of his spike slides against you. Free hand palming your butt to keep you where he wants you, his denta grip your shoulder and he stretches you, frame straining. Can’t stop you from hooking your legs around his waist. Or from making a low, needy sound that nearly has him overloading before he’s even fully inside you. Should hate this. The scent of you filling his senses, your slick heat gripping his spike as his hips pump. You’re everything he despises. He’s lost everything because of your kind. But you’d helped him save Rumble. That treacherous thought whispers through him and he hates it. Knows you only did it to save yourself. Made yourself useful to survive. That’s it. You’re treacherous as all of your kind.
• Arching at the feel of him stretching you, his glossa slides against your skin, denta gripping you as his hips snap. And he’s snarling against you, hands almost bruising on your hip. But then, you’d known he wouldn’t be gentle. Because even if he wants your body, he doesn’t like you. Doesn’t want to want you and you understand that completely. This isn’t love. It’s just animal attraction. Fucking. Don’t need to like him for this. Heels digging into his aft as he thrusts, hips rolling, you can feel yourself heating. Feeling every inch of him, every ridge on his spike. Getting close as his fans cycle higher and you groan his name. Feeling him bite a little harder in response, his own noises getting more aggressive.
• Rutting against you as your shoulders and butt bump the wall, he keeps your hands pinned. Away from him, because he’s not sure what he’d do if you touched him right now. Feels out of control already and your field is feeding him your arousal in cresting waves of heat and pleasure until his thrusts are faltering, frame straining. And you cry out. Gasping his name as you tremble and fist him. Driving deep, his hips roll as he overloads, filling you as his helm thumps against the wall beside your head. Unable to get the sound of you crying out his name out of his head as he vents raggedly. Seeing you turn your face away from the corner of his optic. Shunning him as that out of control hunger builds and he realizes he’d lied to himself. That once isn’t going to be nearly enough and he hates you for that, too.
Don't suppose I can pester you for a part two of that recent needy es Soundwave post 😏😏😏
🤣 Sure 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Needy Pt 2
ES Soundwave x Reader
• Mortified, but unable to back down, you shrug like you don’t care. “So?” You demand, not about to let him shame you for fantasizing about whatever you want. Like him bending you over a convenient surface. Manhandling you. His big hands on your thighs, palming them as he spreads you. Or him gripping both of your wrists in one big hand and pinning them over your head. ‘Deviant,’ he snarls, startling a laugh that’s more snort out of you to your embarrassment. “You’re the one sniffing people, you perv.“ His visor brightens as he growls a warning that winds you up. He’s an asshole, but that can’t really stop you from fantasizing about riding him into the sunset. Something’s very wrong with you. But then, he’s just gorgeous.
• Servos flexing, he watches you haul yourself up to sit on a container, thighs spread and hands gripping the edge. Fragging with him deliberately now as your chin lifts and the scent of your need spills into him, making his spike ache and pulse to the thrum of his spark. “You have no idea what you’re messing with,” he growls, imagining mass shifting, stepping between your thighs. Smoothing his hands over your body to see if you’re as soft as you look. Optics narrowing behind his visor, he doesn’t mean to move. To haul himself up and mass shift. It’s the challenge in your eyes. That you’re so sure he’ll back down first. Hand smacking down beside your hip as he leans over you, his modesty panel brushes against you and he nearly releases his spike to pressurize, frame shuddering as your scent fills him with every intake of air.
• He’s playing chicken with you? Skin prickling as arousal heats your blood, you slowly lay back and slide a leg against the outside of his thigh. “You’re the one starting shit. I know exactly what I’m doing, remember?” You bluff, digging your heel into his aft as your hips roll to rub against his modesty panel and the noise he makes is obscene. Halfway between a groan and a snarl. Everything about him is pure sex on a stick, you decide as your face heats. Hear the container you’re sprawled on creak and warp under the pressure of his servos gripping it. ‘Brat,’ he snarls and you almost laugh but then he’s leaning over you, mask retracting as heat twists through you.
• The noise you make when his mouth touches your throat is nearly enough to bring him to overload. Hasn’t even gotten you out of those coverings, yet. Or freed his spike. And it’s absolutely infuriating. You think you’re in control? That you can tease and mess with him without any consequences? Mouth opening against your jaw, you gasp when his hips roll. Moving against you. Pinning you as his hips rock in lazy thrusts and you’re clinging to him. No longer laughing. “I can smell you. How needy you are,” he growls against your skin, teasing you and himself both. Trying to get you to break first. Admit you want him.
• Can you come just from foreplay? Is that a thing? Toes curling in your shoes as he grinds and moves against you with delicious friction, all you can think of is him moving like that inside you. Digging your nails into the mesh in his seams as his denta and glossa tease your neck, you’re trembling. Moving against him in return as your breath catches. “I’m not the one dry humping you,” you whisper even though you know that’s not exactly true. You’re both moving urgently against each other and if not for your clothes, you’re pretty sure he’d be inside you already. And you inhale on a gasp when he nips you hard, hips snapping against you like a reprimand. “Don’t stop,” you groan, squirming your hands between your bodies to try and get your pants unbuttoned and his big hands just yank them down over your hips even as he refuses to back up so you can kick them off. His big hand cupping you through your underwear as you arch.
Rev, this month (july) has been, absolutely wild and a bully to me. I was sick the whole month 😩
Just when im making a recovery from one thing, I got hit with a bacterial infection that knocked me out for like 5 days.
The cause? Apparently my tooth was dead 😭 thankfully I had your stuff to read to at least cope but man, it was absolutely wild for usually not getting sick at all. Manifestation that it fi ally goes away, im like so close to somehow physically fighting my plagues 😭
Oh yikes, hun! I hope you’re back to full health again soon, because tooth issues can be dangerous
Needy
ES Soundwave x Reader
• Staring at his hips swaying as he walks across the room, those long legs and that tapered waist have your face heating. Why does an alien robot need to look like that? Worse, you’re pretty sure that he has no idea that he’s a thirst trap. And his head turns with a rumble, visor brightening like maybe he knows exactly what you’re thinking as you try to look innocent. Like you weren’t gawking at him. Thoroughly flustered, your shoulders hunch as you try to ignore him. Try not to fantasize about him dancing. Pole dancing. Because that frame of his? It’s meant for obscene, dirty things. Making it a pity he’s such a jerk.
• Plating ruffling as your scent shifts, his optics narrow behind his visor. Jaw clenching behind his mask, his irritation flares as you pointedly look away. Taunting him with the smell of your interest and then shunning him. Pretending you don’t want him. And the truly horrific part? His frame responds with heat and hunger every fragging time. Making it harder to resist pinning you against a wall. Claiming you as his. “What?” He snarls and you shoot him an equally annoyed look. ‘Oh, I’m sorry. Did I breathe in your direction?’ You snap back and that heat spreads to make him ache. Are you challenging him?
• “You know exactly what you’re doing,” he growls back and there’s a definite threat in his tone as his big hands flex. And you hate the answering shiver of arousal that whispers through you. Hate that you’re attracted to asshole thirst traps with attitude problems. ‘And what exactly am I doing?’ You counter even though you know better than to poke the bear when he’s in a mood. But then he’s always in a mood. Skin prickling with goosebumps when he stalks closer, your neck cranes as his big hands smack down on either side of you on the counter you’re standing on.
• Venting slowly and deliberately, he rumbles when your eyes narrow. “You know,” he growls and you raise your brows even as your heart beats faster. Intimidated and turned on to your embarrassment. He can’t tell, can he? His sense of smell can’t be that good. He’s too alien anyway. It’s not like he’d know what that smell even is if he could smell it. Suddenly uncertain as he loudly vents again, you feel your face heat in mortification. Because he knows. You’re very sure of that as his servos flex on the counter.
• “Perv,” you blurt, chin lifting defiantly and he almost laughs because it catches him off guard. And you turn and stride away, back to him as he rumbles. Tempting him to chase you. ‘Perv?’ He echoes, annoyed and hating that he wants you. Hating that you’ve infiltrated his dreams. That he comes online frustrated and needy, your scent filling his senses. Knowing that you want him. Or at least, that you want his body. ‘You’re the one thinking about interfacing. Constantly,’ he snarls as you glare over your shoulder, that heat building.
