#tf roller x reader

[revelverse]

(Hi Revel! :) I got some of your lovely goodies in time for the con!)

Could I request for maybe Fort Max or Roller with an inexperienced reader. 💙🥹 (I love the big soft mechs)

I’m glad they got to you okay! 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Inexperienced

Roller x Reader

• Gasping as his mouth moves against yours before sliding to the corner of your mouth and skimming against your jaw, you tremble. You feel his big hands slide against your body, pushing the back of your shirt up and finding skin as you straddle his lap. And even mass displaced, he’s huge. Much bigger than you are as he rumbles and his denta tease your earlobe. “I need you,” he whispers, mouth peppering kisses against your neck.

• Almost groaning when you gently push against his chassis and lean back some, those eyes are uncertain. Can scent you, your heat and need stringing him tight, making him ache to claim what’s his. “I’ll be gentle,” he promises, servos ghosting up your spine. Because that has to be why you hesitate when he can feel your own need echoing through your field. Can almost taste it with every deep pull of air through his vents. Wants to taste you.

• Flustered as your eyes drop to his chassis, his other hand hooks a servo under your chin and gently tips your face up. And it’s not that you doubt he would be, but you know he doesn’t realize you’ve never done this before. “I know,” you manage, unable to meet those gorgeous optics. ‘But?’ He prompts and your shoulders hunch. “You’d be my first,” you mumble, wilting inside. Embarrassed to admit it.

• Had thought he couldn’t be any more possessive of you than he already is, but the implication that you’ve never had another lover, that he’d be your first and, if he has his way, only? “You’re so fragging adorable right now,” he growls, mouth brushing the corner of yours. “Let me take care of you. Love you.” Let him touch you everywhere, claim you as his so thoroughly that you’ll understand this isn’t a one time thing with him. That he’s playing for keeps.

• That hand under the back of your shirt slides up higher, pushing up your shirt and you look up at him. Realizing you do want him to be your first, that despite his size, he’s only ever been gentle with you. That you love him. Inhaling slowly, you pull your shirt off over your head and his rumbling deepens to a purr. “That’s right. Show me my conjunx,” he growls, the almost aggressive edge in his voice making you heat as you grab at his chassis and pull yourself up on your knees to undo your pants and slide them down.

• Hooking an arm against your back, you suck in a startled breath when he shifts to lay you down and he helps finish stripping away your layers. Baring your mysteries to him. Do you have any idea how many times he’s dreamed of this moment? Spike nearly releasing to pressurize when you shyly whisper his name. Scooting back some, he crouches over you, mouth sliding against your body, tasting the salt on your skin.

• Trembling as his mouth and big hands slide down your body, you’d thought he’d just get to it. Fuck you. But his touch is almost worshipful as he explores you, before settling himself between your thighs and you realize what he’s intending right before his mouth is on you. Gasping his name as you arch, his lips and glossa slide against you, before his glossa pushes inside you and he growls.

• You’re so tight. Knew you would be with how small you are, but now he’s worried about keeping his word. Can you even take his spike? Has to remind himself that this is about you, not him. Groaning at the heady taste of your arousal, he sucks and laps at you. Using the sound of your breathing, the way you raggedly whimper his name to tell him what feels good to you, what you need. And he nearly overloads when you shatter, shivering with your release. “You’re doing so good,” he murmurs against your slick flesh as he brushes a servo against you. Stretches you.

• Trembling as he begins thrusting a servo inside you, your eyes open to stare up at him bent over you watching your reaction. The hunger on his face as he indulgently smiles hums through you. Foot sliding on his berth when he adds a second servo, you squirm at the faint burn. Listening to him murmuring soft praise, curling his servos inside you, thrusting lazily. And you’re aching hollowly, so close when he slips his servos free and puts them in his mouth, sucking them clean.

• Glossa sliding between his servos chasing every last drop of you, he’s aware of you staring up at him, flushed and breathing raggedly. His. “We’ll take it slow,” he murmurs, reassuring you as much as he’s reminding himself. And it’s a relief to release his aching spike to pressurize. Even if you make a worried sound when your attention dips to it. “Eyes on me,” he growls shifting over you. You’re so slick, the head of his spike slides against you to make you whimper his name. Gripping himself, he guides his spike to you and for a klik, he knows he’s too big. That maybe the tip is all you can take. “Relax for me.”

• He’s too big, his spike stretching you. Burning slightly as he bows over you and he presses a kiss against your forehead. “Look at me. Focus on my optics,” he says, his head resting against yours and you meet his optics, trying to relax as his hips lazily rock, his spike pressing and retreating, not even fully inside you. “Yeah, there’s my conjunx.” What’s that word even mean? He always just grins crookedly when you ask. Hanging onto his chassis, you move to meet him and you both gasp when you finally relax enough he sinks into you. Stretching you until you feel overly full with him. Eyes burning at the discomfort, he brushes another kiss against the corner of an eye. Whispering reassurances to you that he’s got you.

• He’s not going to last. Not when you’re all slick, silken heat fisting his spike. Shuddering as his jaw clenches, he finds a slow rhythm, entire frame straining against the urge to just rut inside you. “That’s it. Nice and slow,” he groans, hips rolling. Wanting it to last. For you to come for him again, but you feel so good. Better than he’d even imagined. And he’s growling your name as he overloads hard, knotting inside you almost immediately like an inexperienced youngling. Swearing softly, he rests his head against yours. “Give me a klik and I’ll do better,” he promises as those soft hands hang onto him. Holding him to you.

Me: I’ve never been to this Disney and it’s really not that far away. *checks Uber* … you know what, I’m broke and I like the hotel. The hotel is just fine 🤣

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Wdyt of Roller? Do you have any headcanons for him?

♡𐙚ּ ֶָ֢. thoughts: idw roller

hmmmm roller, assuming its IDW, i dont really have a lot of heavy feelings or thoughts towards the guy. I do think hes cute tho

i think he's overall a very sweet mech, insecure, definitely but ultimately a little shy. and if he's ever into you, i think it'd be very obvious with his body language? like he's nervously laughing a little at times, his optics sometimes immediately dart away from yours when they meet. he's not very laid back when it comes to romance.

roller is cheesy if anything when it comes to being romantic. his flirting skills especially. i think he'd flat out rip off dialogue he'd see from films or from works he's read and try using them on you.

he has a constant need for your reaffirmations, he craves it with his spark. you need to let him know how awesome he is, but it could lead to him being overtly dependant on you and maybe even a bit clingy.

i do feel like there's huge story potential between roller and an outlier reader, their abilities would make him feel insecure about his own capabilities as a point one percenter but then there's reader who's just amazed by how cool he is? idk its cute to think of. also the sense of responsibility he'd have towards you? your safety is his responsibility, especially with the whole operation at the primal basilica. its like he wants to be your white knight.

you're under senator shockwave's care and he's working under orion pax at the iacon police department. whenever the two meet, sometimes the two of you would just come along with them just to see each other. its like one of those awkward crushes you have in highschool. an innocent kind of love?

a really wholesome romance that could end up being ridiculously angsty if the senate ever found out you were an outlier cause then, they'd empurata you.

and some more painful angst would be him going missing for over a million years, only for the two of you to reunite on the lost light but by then, you've changed entirely and he's just there, as he was in your memories. very angsty.

another really comedic type storyline would be him and his buddy cop who's got a 'hard on drugs' approach, knocking down his C32 juice box every time they see him trying to have a drink. it annoys the scrap out him! you don't have to feel responsible for his health spark damnit! he'll handle that! roller has to go through the trouble of differentiating between circuit speeders and circuit boosters while trying to not sound like a criminal.

mention of recreational drug usage: onto more random thought i have of him, its kinda OOC maybe but i do think he's a stoner to an extent. like yeah, i can see him lay off some steam by getting a little high. nothing very serious! not the super addictive, hardline stuff like syk but maybe something like the cybertronian equivalent to weed? stoner roller is very funny to think about. maybe he gets high with his buddy cop in his quarters or something after the two of them mess up badly and orion reprimanded them harshly. they're passing blunts together.