#you would be hard pressed to get your conjux

[boredandwiredkitty]

In honor of kinktober I wanted to post some little drabbles I made. Featuring my favorite mech in some of my favorite kinks. So here ya go even though no one asked.

I apologize if it's written weird as this is my first tf smut.

TFP Wheeljack x reader

Reader is human, AFAB f!Reader

Warnings: Mild Breading kink, size kink, marking, 18+ ONLY! Minors DNI!

Living with wheeljack was everything you had ever hoped for. It had many perks that would take too long to list. But you soon noticed it also had came with some drawbacks.

Since you started to accept and embrace your feelings for the wild wrecker. Some things were hard to ignore. Like the growing ever present desire you also harbored for him. Though that was something you wanted to put a tight lid on. You were too embarrassed to let him know you had it down BAD for him. Your Relationship had started as good friends. Which slowly blossomed to something much more. And while you both shared an intimacy with eachother unlike with anyone else. You still haven't crossed that line.

There wasn't much privacy in his ship. So trying to seek release for your pent up feelings was rather impossible. You would feel mortified if he caught you doing that. So whenever the urge to jump him passes over you. You would just grit and bear it with a smile. Though this proved difficult when your dreams let you get a taste of what you sinfully craved.

So many times you've dreamt of him fucking you into his berth. Stretched tight over his large girthy spike while he hit all your sweet spots. You would arch your back while crying his name as you chased ectacy. Many times over.

What you didn't know was that your mech was also holding back for your sake. While you both were considered conjux endura. He wanted to wait till you were ready. You were much smaller than he was. So he could only worry for his little conjux. Even if he was a smaller mech compared to the rest of team prime. He towered over you. Not to mention he was quite well endowed. He knows what he has and knows how to use it. But he didn't want to pressure you or worse. He would get eaten alive by guilt if you were injured because of him. But he couldn't help himself for laying it on thick. Amping up his usual cheeky one liners and teasing flirty remarks.

What you also didn't know was he was aware of your nightly dream adventures. The way your thighs rubbed together and soft moans would escape past your lips while you slept. How you would wake up clinging to him. Then try to act discreet while going to go change your soaked underwear. He wasn't stupid and quickly figured out what was going on but never pressed. He wanted you to tell him when you were ready.

You noticed as he would gaze at you with warm optics. There was something much more intense behind them. There were a few times where while you were sitting in his lap flirting back and forth. You heard him grip the controls so tightly it would creak under the strain. You would turn to look at his servos quizzitively while he released the abused controls when he realized what he's done. He would roll his shoulder joints and try to play it off like it was nothing.

But today was different. You were having your usual playful banter when you made an exceptionally lewd remark. You both were out on a drive. Sun was reflecting off of dry desert sand. It's orangy hues flying past the window you occasionally looked out of while you talked to wheeljack. Idly listening to some music over his speakers.

A sexual innuendo filled song started to play and you let out a huff. Normally you wouldn't mind but as of late... "Please change it. I already dealing with enough sexual tension. I don't need another to make me beg for you to frag me into your berth." Your eyes went wide. It was too late to take back the words you unconsciously blurted out.

You were about to apologize and take it all back when wheeljack revved loudly in response. "How badly do ya want it?" There was an unmistakable edge in his voice.

You pressed your thighs together as your heart started to race. The huskiness of his voice heating your body. Shyly averting your gaze to your feet you murmured out, " more than I can take."

Whatever task you both were previously on was forgotten the moment you uttered those words. You weren't ready when you were thrown forward. His seatbelt preventing you from slamming face first into the dash. "What the hell?!" You barked out as he whipped around and took off in the opposite direction.

"Sorry babe. I can't take it. You'd be lucky if we made it back to the jackhammer before I have ya takin my spike." His voice growled through his cabin over his speakers. Your poor heart skipped a beat as heat pooled between your thighs. Oh... OH. It was happening. It was finally happening. Your heart wouldn't stop racing as you filled with nervous anticipation.

You watched as his speedometer climbed. He was just as eager as you were. You squirmed and practically bounced in his seat. Hardly containing the desire to start stripping right there in his cab for him. You could feel heat radiating from him. The growing warmth making you restless as he arrived back at the jackhammer in record time. Not wasting any time as you practically jumped out, Before he could even fully stop you had undid the seatbelt and was moving to open the door. Usually you waited for him to do it for you. But this time you couldn't wait any longer.

The moment he transformed he scooped you up. Crushing his mouth against yours in a firery passionate kiss. Him stumbling in blindly till he bumped into his berth. He was going to have you. And he was going to have you now.

Your skin heated while your heart drummed loudly in your chest. Soft plush lips melding perfectly together with his metal ones.

Chancing a taste your tongue slipped out to find his. His servo further tangling into your hair. Feverishly grasping you. Any space between your bodies was too much. He needed you just as badly as you ached for him.

Rolling your hips against his you tried to calm the ache between your thighs. Moaning into the kiss as a servo slipped lower to press into the soft flesh of your ass.

Breaking away from the kiss to catch your breath your eyes flicked up to look into his optics.

They burned brightly for you. Filled with repressed charged energy just begging to be released. He burned so hot for you. Every circuit begging to tear your clothes from your soft supple body and ravage you. Waiting to hear you cry his name in ectacy while he would fill you to the brim.

He needed this. He needed you. Just as bad as you needed him.

He helped you pull your shirt over your head and discard it. Thankful you didn't bother with a bra today. Watching your tits bounce earlier with the seatbelt wedged between the soft flesh while he drove was delightful torture.

The way your cute ass squirmed in his seat as you obviously battled your arousal was almost too much. He had just barely held himself together to not fuck you into the ground right then and there on the side of the road.

But as much as he was eager he wanted to savor this. To take his time and really enjoy this moment. To fully expose yourselves to eachother. He wanted to last. To watch every expression. To hear every gasp and moan. To feel every pulse of hot pleasure. To ingrain every small detail into his processor. He wanted to mark your skin. A deep carnal desire to protect you and show what he had claimed as his. Daring anyone who dared to touch you.

You. Were. His.

The scent of arousal filling the air as he helped you free yourself of your shorts in his lap. Luminescent optics taking in every naked detail as you were fully disrobed in his lap. The soft lighting of his ship illuminating your features. Your glistening eyes lidded and cheeks flushed. Lips parted in anticipation. The soft rise and fall of your chest. He wanted to touch it all. Hungry servos explored your body. Cupping your supple breasts to firmly squeezing your bare thighs. He could feel your slick arousal dripping onto his modesty plating.

A gentle servo shifted to explore the area. As it came into contact with your wet plush folds you arched your back with a gasp. Drinking in your reaction he explored further. He pressed his finger against your entrance. Your arousal coating his finger as he slowly pushed it inside. You couldn't hold back the string of moans at his pleasureable exploration. He was practically fully pressurized behind his panel as your velvety walls perfectly molded around his digit. His spike just begging to feel those same warm slick walls molding around it. To feel you throb and writhe around him.

"Tell me what ya want. And I'll give it to ya." His deep voice rumbled in your ear. It dropped in an octave lower than normal that sent tingles up and down your spine, while more heat pooled in your abdomin. Your hips twitched in his lap. Your voice came out breathy as you begged him to fuck you senseless. Him slowly fingering you had you begging for more. The sounds of him slowly teasing you with his fingers inside your wet heat was sinfully erotic. Watching you made him come undone. Charge starting to build in his circuits.

He gently lifted you up and plunged back into a brusing kiss while the panels shifted away to let himself fully pressurize. You protested as he removed his fingers and used your slick to coat his spike. Even while slightly mass displaced he was huge compared to you.

Hearing panels shifting you moved away to look down to see his throbbing spike. Entrapped by all the different seams and ridges you wanted to explore more of the appendage. The biolights along the shaft giving off an ethereal glow.

You kneeled between his thighs as you swiped some of the fluids dripping your own slickened thighs and wrapped two hands around the hot metal. Letting your hands move from tip to base as you explored every inch of him. You could hear the creak of strained metal when he gripped the berth tightly at your teasing explorations. Hot vents coming out in quicker bursts and cooling systems kicking on.

Watching entrapped as lubricant started to bead at the tip. You delicately brought your tongue out to taste the viscous fluid. The groan he let out was music to your ears and only encouraged you further to try to suck on as much as you could fit in your mouth. You chanced a glance up to watch his expression. His lips parted as he desperately tried to cool his heated systems down. His hips twitching slightly with every suck.

"Frag babe you're killing me here." He hissed out, gripping the berth tighter. Any more and he might overload right there. His hips twitched and backstruts arched when you gave a few more good sucks before releasing him with a pop. Watching as a string of saliva stretched from your bottom lip to his weeping tip.

With a primal growl he lifted you up and softly dropped you on the berth. Pulling your hips close to the edge of where he stood.

He wasn't going to wait any longer to have you. His berth creaked with the change of weight distribution as he rubbed his spike against your dripping velvety folds. Teasingly pressing the tip if his spike against your opening. Coating it in your slick as he watched you try to buck and grind your hips against him. Hearing your soft moans as you tried to seek relief.

"Come on. Be a good girl and tell me what ya really want." He purred, slowly dragging the length of his spike against your over sensitive clit with a wet squelch.

"That's not fair!" You protested with a loud breathy whine. "I already told you!"

A deep sultry chuckle rumbled from him ad he watched the desperation build in your eyes. "I wanna hear you say it again."

You bit your lips as your eyes watered. The tension you felt was almost painful. You were desperate to feel him inside. "Jackie please!" You pleaded, "fuck me till I can't stand."

With no further explanation needed he pressed his spike past your plush folds. The immediate feeling of fullness as he slowly sunk into you till you bottomed out had you arching your back with a cry.

He couldn't hold back a moan as he felt your walls perfectly mold around his spike. The light fluttering almost sending him over the edge. Almost his entire length was hilted inside you before it seemed like you couldn't take much more. But it was perfect for him. It was taking everything he had not to start pounding into you. But you needed to adjust. He watched you carefully with gritted dentae making sure you weren't hurt. Waiting till you were ready before fucking your brains out. As he made sure you were ok he watched as his spike made a bulge in your belly. Your body adjusting to take his large size made him throb at the erotic sight. He couldn't get over how perfect you were in that moment. Your smaller body making room just for him. He wanted to fuck you senseless. To prove to everyone you were claimed. He pulled out halfway to thrust back into you. Plunging himself as deep as he could. The usual idle sounds of the jackhammer was being drowned out by your moans and the wet sounds of metal against skin.

Bent over your smaller form his lips met yours in a ravenous kiss while he set a brutal pace. You saw stars as he pounded into you. Your hands clawing at the berth, moving to the plating of his arms, then to his chassis. Desperately trying to find something to grip onto you as he made a mess of your drenched pussy.

One of his servos gripped your hips tightly. While the other tightly tangled in the hair at the base of your scalp. You were sure you would have little bruises where his fingers pressed into your tender flesh. But you couldn't be bothered. You wanted him to mark you. To leave the memory of your love on your skin. He released your swollen lips to nip at the junction between your neck and shoulder. Peppering the sensitive area with kisses and love bites while his hips snapped up against yours. "Ya like that don't ya." He murmured in your ear as he adjusted you. Spreading your legs wider while rolling his hips into yours making his spike grind against all the right places. You could only let out a low needy whine in response. Mind too hazy to form a coherent sentence at the blind pleasure that coursed through every nerve.

He trailed his glossia apologetically over the fresh marks that he made. Watching you intensely as building charge ran over his super heated frame. He was so close, and by the way your head was tossed back. Mouth open as cries and moans tumbled past your lips he could tell you were also at your limit. That fire in your veins building as you neared your climax. Every thrust bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Are you ready babe? I want you to take every last bit of the load I'm about to fill you with." His voice rumbled through you and shot straight to your core. His thrusts getting more sloppy and uncoordinated.

"Ahn Jackie i- i-.." you cried out as your orgasm crashed over you. Your body shaking and eyes watering at the intensity that raced through your whole body. Your walls clamping around him and drawing him even further inside. "Primus babe-!" He let out a strangled groan. His hips feverishly snapping into yours as his spike pulsed and throbbed. Pumping hot thick ropes of transfluid into your pulsing channel.

He stayed hilted, giving a few shallow thrusts as you milked his throbbing spike of all that it could give. Your belly even rounder as you took the full amount of his overload.

He held you close. Pulling you on top while still wrapped around his spike. Murmuring how well you took him and his load as he rubbed your back. A thick knot at the base of his spike keeping all the fluids locked inside of you.

The overwhelming fullness coupled with the intensity of your orgasm had you spent. Sleepily you rested against him as he kept you nestled in his embrace. Looking up into his shining optics that overflowed with different warm emotions.

"Ya did great babe. You were amazing." He spoke gently as he brushed some of your hair out of your eyes.

You smiled and gave a small giddy laugh before you sighed content. "Not as amazing as you."

He gave you a soft smile as you started to drift off asleep while resting against his chassis. This could definitely be your new normal.

#tfp wheeljack x reader #wheeljack #valveplug #tfp wheeljack #maccadam #tfp #transformers prime #kinktober

[witchofthesouls]

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Could we possibly get a expansion on this post please? Before we got isekaied, what was our relationship with Sentinel? I’d imagine if we had a newborn and he chased us down it would be something like conjux? It also seems he is very possessive if he launches a whole manhunt, but I guess that could be a normal reaction to seeing a carrier fling themselves out of the balcony.

There's a reason why it's called Fight-or-Flight, and apparently even Cybertronians have it.

One moment you're staring into Sentinel Prime's face, then the next you're falling.

The wind whips, and you can't even see the ground from this high up. The skyscraper is a height beyond what humans were/are/will be (?) capable of as you fall through the hazy smog and see the horizon of metal, gleaming and reflective with rainbow hues.

The movies didn't do the planet justice. None at all.

Something clicks in your new head and body, and you twist over to fall parallel to the building. Hands, large and thick and so unlike your own with unfeeling segmented armored plating, dig into the building. You feel nothing, even as you jerk; feet doing the same, digging hard enough to start a trail of sparks.

You feel rather than see a change in your hands and feet, your body thrums as well, and in the corner of your high definition vision, there's an overlay of your frame with various highlights. Metal screams as you leave jagged scars, and you slowly decelerate enough to land hard on a ledge.

Apparently, Cybertronians do have their own architectural designs, like gargoyles.

And you now sport a set of thick talons on each metal finger and blades at the tip of your nonexistent toes like an assassin or a spy from a movie.

There's no other chance to think what kind of body you're currently inhabiting as your new ears prick and shift over. You can't help but swivel in the very direction, and your vision zooms in. In the distance, a few jets are speeding their way.

A strange wave of calmness settles over you, and, once more, your body just moves without your input.

You move behind the metal guardian, palm flat on the empty wall, and your hand sends out a pulse. A map suddenly appears, confirming no immediate biosignatures. Those newfound talons then thrum and superheats into a harsh white to dig deep into the metal, cutting into it with no resistant, smooth like butter, to make a hole large enough to shimmer through it.

In a strange, hysterical note, you place back the wall piece. Careful to realign it, and the cuts simply disappear as if never made.

Whatever came over you, then leaves, and you sag down. The adrenaline (do these metal people even such a thing?) suddenly bleeds out of your entire frame, plating clicking shut as you press into a corner because what the hell!?

And you have no idea what else to do when the map pulses and flares as a pathway is marked out.

It's a persistent prod, tapping in your mind in various pop-ups that easily flow into it. You have no choice at this point. Either wait for another mecha to find you or follow the map.

You take the second option, hoping to find a way out without tipping off more people.

Terrified as doors slide open to reveal empty hallways of nothing. Not even decor or signage. You realize the blades retracted as you try to keep the noise minimal as you pass by entryways.

If it isn't for the active map and its directions, you would take your chances with the jets rather than stay in these never-ending bland halls of a liminal space. There's no noise but a constant low hum. Not even vaulted cameras, but maybe the security tech is a whole other beast.

The alien version of a Google maps guides you to a fucking wall of all things. You try to walk further, just to have the damn thing blare a huge warning that makes your transferred soul make a mean attempt trying to escape its newest home.

Of course, you back track, feeling up the black expanse of the wall, searching for a clue or a hidden mechanism, trying and failing to trigger that pulsing search.

You give into the frustration and kick the wall, and your damn foot sends out that pulse.

There's a room.

You find that it's easier to access your superheated talons and make quick work in creating a new door.

It's a spacious room with no windows and many weird pod-like structures dotting the area. Dark and empty.

You carefully pick your way, mindful of the automation on the floor as you go to the corner, led by the map and instinct.

There, in an active pod of shimmering bioluminescent lights, is something squirming behind the opaque cover. You have no idea what prompted to poke the sac, but you did.

It disintegrates in a curtain of faerie light.

Whatever vague hope you had about an item for an escape is immediately dashed by the sight of two tiny things inside the space-crib-pod-thing.

The room is a nursery. A space nursery.

They're nothing like the supposed baby robots in the movies. These two are reminiscent of a human infant. Rounded, short limbs with a large torso and head. Their bodies are far simpler than all of the adults, and even their faces lack complex overlapping plates and indentations and crests. Soft. They look so soft and malleable compared to everything on the planet.

Colorless in a dull, matte grey with thick, milky optics. One starts warbling like a bird, blindly reaching out, and you can't help but lean forward as the small face ripples, like a pebble in a lake, it vibrates across their body before shifting back to a pristine state. The other is whistling air, optics shut, audials flicking, and Jesus Christ, that's ridiculously cute!

You crouch down, reaching out to help the other flip over to their belly, and you have no idea what happened because a sharp pain erupts in your chest.

A ghostly hand had reached inside and ripped out all your circuitry to replace the hollow space with molten lava. You're burning from the inside, and you can't escape the scorching heat that grabbed your new heart in an agonizing fist.

You're vaguely aware of slamming into the ground, weighed down, and hands? A lot of hands, but the floor is blessedly cold enough to give a moment of relief.

There's crying, and you're being pried open like a cheap 90s toy, but instead of switching out dying batteries, something gets jacked into you. Your side cramps hard, and you try to roll, but you're being crushed and held. There's a strange sensation of something injected, crawling across your physical frame and flowing into your head. A cascade of pop-ups overtake the warnings across your vision, faster and faster until it pixelates and completely shatters into prismacolor blackout.

You're gone.

_______

Ratchet curses as he forces open a sparking chassis with a travel bar and brute force, rerouting coolant lines and pulling out blackened circuitry as he delves into the burning out spark.

Sentinel relaxes. When that medic swears, it's okay. When he's quiet and focused, then...

The Prime stares at you. Even in forced stasis, there's a grimace on your now visible features. You're young as well. Between mechling and adult with the relatively few overlapping plates of your face.

For a half-starved, near-death Wilder, you're beyond lively.

Sentinel was upstairs to give your last rights. No matter Star Saber's misgivings, it's the proper thing to do, especially those that are Primal-descent.

And what a discovery that was! One of the newsparks with a mark of Prima, found nearby you, weakly crying under the meager protection of rockshade and a tattered cloak. And your glyphs of Vector and another Prime. Unknown or forgotten carved neatly in the high arches of your cheeks.

(He isn't alone now.)

Either you have incredible mods, unique sigma abilities, or no sense of preservation. Perhaps a combination because you managed to escape to get to this hidden NICRU without miminal detection, but collapsed by the combined backlash between your abilities and (re?)claiming the foundlings.

You're an idiot, he thinks fondly because he remembers the makeshift fuel-split directing Energon into the newsparks. A skilled idiot.

Then, he becomes aware of Ratchet's commands to transfer out to a critical care center clashing with High Brow's orders to stabilize and take to stockades.

"No." He cuts firmly, letting Ratchet’s apprentice tap into physically restraining your frame.

An immediate flow of counterpoints met his comms as Sentinel carefully puts the howling foundlings by your side. He knows Ratchet will have words, but the two hiccup down to fretting chirps and whistles.

Those options will take you out of his direct purview, and Sentinel intimately knows that many will directly oppose a Wilder walking free in the city-state. You would disappear quietly and easily, especially if word of your lineage spreads.

Sentinel will kill several steel-flizzers with one detonator.

He produces the visor, cracks fixed, and slots it gently back onto your face. The fewer that know your face, the better.

"This is my Intended." He announces, and Sentinel savors the sudden stillness from everyone before the tsunami of action swept everything away.

He can almost hear the screams of the Council and his own High Protector from the distance.

#ask #transformers #transformers bayverse #bayverse #reader insert #humans into Cybertronians #humanformers #sentinel prime #sentinel #ratchet #isekai #bitlets #sparklings #cybertronian biology #cybertronian culture #near death experience #maccadam #My writing #Star Saber is Sentinel’s Lord Protector #yeah it's messy

[crying-fantasies]

A Wonderful Life Ahead P1

Masterlist

Part 1: Karma | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5

Blurr's oil house is often filled with laughter, grief, the occasional party before any near experience to the end of the world, and the occasional fight that he tries to keep down or getting rid of the mechs doing such dangerous things when he has human costumers too, along to his human conjux and his sparklings.

He has tried to do it as cybertronian friendly (not mattering whatever badge is on his costumers or if there is none) and organic friendly (for humans, elonians or whoever finds their way to his local) as it can be in all it's glory, he wants to be a good example for his sparklings that look at him with wide optics and eyes full of affection between endless admiration.

Or maybe that admiration ends in, like, right now.

"Sweetspark" Blurr calls from the other side of his sparkling's hab suit door that has been shut since earlier, a drawing of him holding his whole family hanging on the door, everyone is smiling in the drawing.

His sparkling's almost muffled crying sounds still get to his audials, a hard contrast to what is represented in the drawing.

He can still hear her shouting, calling him a "bad bot!" and "you are the worst!" before running to her hab suit, in other circumstances he could've told her that she got faster than the last time she started running.

Not that she cares to have anything to do with him, or anything related to him, right now.

To give everything some kind of sense one would need to know what happened a few hours ago, as how you referred to your own time scale, when the Lost Light arrived to new Cybertron and a certain mini bot arrived to his bar.

"I really wanted to come since a long time ago!" This very one mini bot, one that Blurr can really say in the name of his better time record he doesn't remember, is talking about him, apparently he is a fan of his, nothing new, Blurr has a smile on his face, listening about his golden era while being at the top of the world and seeing his older sparkling also listening to it with a mug of hot chocolate and a smile on her little face as if she didn't know all about it already.

The oil house only had a few customers at the moment, you were serving a very intricate engex shot with those little hands of yours, his youngest was recharging, already a natural in the place.

One thing lead to another and before he could even remember of when he gave his contact address to a fan, everything kind of clicked on his processor.

Yeah, he admitted that it was awful, he wasn't the best bot at the time, but in his defense... well he didn't have much to say when you were looking at him with that look on your little face, you wanted to know if that was true by only looking at his expression, with his stiffness it was obvious, maybe you would make him apologize right in that moment, but you stopped when the sobbing started.

Swerve, as the mini bot was called, and his friends didn't know why the organic baby was crying, (slag, he didn't even know that the number that Blurr gave him ages ago was false) before storming off to Primus knows where.

If Blurr could, he would explain that his poor sparkling had problems in her learning institute, you called it school, problems that included the humans that she wanted to befriend did what Blurr did ages ago, they gave her wrong numbers.

So, yeah, this maybe was what humans referred to karma being a bitch, whoever karma was, it was awful.

His sparkling doesn't want to speak to him, he gets it, he understands, but still hurts the same when you come to his side, he is still waiting by the door, your youngest safely secured in your arms while you walk to him, "she needs time" you tell him while pressing a hand on his side, Blurr knows that you are also quite angry, if not furious, by his past wrongdoings, Primus, he can still remember how you didn't quite like him before, but humans have such a short existence, if he didn't act when he did, you could've just continued with your life and never remember him again.

But he tried, he did it to the point of catching your attention by the silliest things, he never believed that you would prefer his more anxious state over his cool persona, but now he has you, he has a family which you gave him, and Blurr would be damned if he ever wasted a second of it at all.

You know it, and so, that's what makes knock on your daughter's door after sighing, "Ripley" your voice is soft, demanding in a way that he can't compare to a commander of any kind, Blurr can only relate that to human parents and especially in you, in that way you call for your kids and get their attention on you as fast as they can even if they don't want to, it shows, by the little sounds that come from the habsuit, she is hearing, "your dad is here, he wants to talk to you" and as you came you go, giving him courage by making him come near the floor where you stand, near enough to share a short kiss and a fleeting movement of your hand to give a soft touch on his face plate before returning to your shared habsuit while his optics watch your figure before it's gone, the door finally opens and he can see his little sparkling that looks pissed, eyes red by the tears, a mess of hair on her head.

"Ripley-"

"You are a bad bot"

Right, he needs to stop her from saying that, his spark breaks a little more every time those words get out of her little mouth.

"Princess" he tries to carry her, your baby is just so little, even more little than you and Blurr still can't wrap his processor over the fact he swears his baby was even smaller just the previous cycle, not more than the tip of one of his digits, Ripley let's him approach and do what he wants, maybe moved by the familiar nickname, her tiny lips are pressed in a thin line, cheeks with an adorable pink dusting over her soft skin.

"Daddy said people that ignore others are bad people, or bad bots" having his own words chewing back at him are a real pain, specially when his baby looks at the verge of crying again, "you said it".

"I did, and it is true" he uses his digits to gently placate her mop of hair on top of her tiny head with the utmost care, "I'm not proud of how I was when I was younger" he starts, giving as much space he can, he hasn't seen her in hours and is showing, "I lost many mechs that I really was fond of, for many cycles I even tried to go around as if that didn't hurt me" time goes fast for his kind, even faster for him to the point that seeing changes is difficult because details get lost in a blink, and sometimes he just wants that everything stayed the same way always, especially with his little family.

You, his loved conjunx, that even when with the conjux ritual and the energy in his spark your life has extended, who still is growing older, his little princess, as humans refer to their femme sparklings, that was just given to him by nurses worried about the size difference between both and the next thing he knows she is already moving around, his mechling that is even younger than both but is also growing as fast, a visor now evident over his optics.

"Things never stay as they were, Riri" he holds her close, his first born, the very first glimpse of new life that was given to him, "and I'm going to apologize for every bad thing that I did, I promise you", life is way too short to live with regrets is what he wants to say, but his sparkling is so young and naive to understand now.

Blurr whishes she could remain like that a little longer.

"That's good" she holds to his digits and makes an act to be though when she cleans her face of any dried or new tears, looking pleased with his answer even if she doesn't understand past from the fact that he will apologize, such little kid, maybe he should be concerned about how easy it is to please her, "I didn't finish my chocolate".

"I can do more for you" he is already up, the oil house is closed since his baby's outburst, so he can go now and have a good moment with her.

She doesn't sound so pleased, if she had finials those would have dropped, the idea is adorable but it also sadness him.

"What's wrong?"

"You never make it right"

This kid and her blunt sincerity are going to be the end of him.

"Hey, I'm quite proud of my skills doing organic beverages" he moves along, not letting her sincerity affect him, at least not show it so blatantly, because he still has a well maintained pride as the best bartender of New Cybertron.

"Can we wake up Ty first?" She calls for her little brother when he denies waking you up, you are usually the one doing organic drinks, and in the worst case scenario she wants her brother near so she can bump whatever poison her father does on the sparkling's intake, Typhoon can stomach almost everything and even ask for seconds and it's worrying in every level.

"Now you are hurting my feelings, have a little faith in your carrier here".

Ripley's shouting and the fire alarms finally end waking you up when whatever Blurr makes looks almost ready to combust, Typhoon, in his almost perpetual sleepy mode and with a half powered visor, does try to consume whatever that thing is before you both stop him.

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I really needed to get this off my system after reading IDW Unicron, still a crying mess.

If you ask, yes, this whole world is based in a happy ending world where no one dies, but in other realities they did... This is my way of coping with so many loses and so many encounters.

This AU will be called terraformers, as far as I'm going with the name so far.

If you want to know, Marble Ripley and Ferventi Typhoon were both planned (sorry Sunset)

#reader insert #x reader #transformers x reader #transformers idw #transformers #tf mtmte #tf blurr #blurr x reader #blurr x human reader

[dildo-swaggins-t-baggins]

Fun Sized

Note: This is valve plug and I’m really hoping not to be killed! Ya been warned.

I’ve been chatting with @cili-ai about this and uh, yeah, fun sized Thunders, that’s some hot shit. Enjoy!

Give me mini Thunders!

“Furthermore I highly suggest we have groups of 5 in the hangars at all times, due to the fact that the fire suppression system is constantly activated and we can’t track down who is setting it off.” Minimus continued, gesturing to the graph and photos, the hanger was packed with foam. “I would also like the security cameras to be left alone while we place hidden ones to catch the culprits.”

    Megatron nodded. “That’s very thought out, I can look into who would be best to place the cameras and who we should assign to monitoring them.”

    “I’ve always checked with Perceptor and Brainstorm to see if they can make a batch of cameras.” Minimus added.

    Rodimus nodded along and rubbed his helm. “It’s a good idea, I’m down if you’re down.” He grumbled, the past few cycles have been hard for him, and not just him. His well soon to be Conjux had an emergency operation, and he shouldn’t be bothered by it, and for the most part he wasn’t. Rodimus really missed the comfy big frame to curl up by, he missed listening to Thunderclash’s engine’s rumble under him, or his big servos wrapping around his waist.

    He didn’t really mind the change, or well he had yet to see it, Velocity kept giving him updates on Thunderclash’s condition, and what they would be doing next. She explained it to him, and explained it again, and again. So far all Rodimus understood was that Thunderclash’s spark couldn’t support his bigger frame anymore. And the best way to keep Thunderclash online was to transfer his spark and processor to another frame, somehow they could do that? From there Thunderclash’s spark would be nursed back to full health and his true frame would be stored away until he could support it again.

    For the past few cycles Rodimus recharged alone, and he hardly caught any recharge, his berth seemed too big and there wasn’t a massive frame to cuddle him at night. Thus, Rodimus hardly caught any recharge and his frame was in knots worrying about his Thunders.

    “Rodimus?”

    “Hm?” He blinked.

    Megatron glanced at Minimus and the two shared a look, they nodded. “Rodimus you should get some rest, we can handle it from here.”

    He vented and rubbed his optics. “No, no I can get through this.”

    “Rodimus, you’re over exerting yourself, you should go to your hab and rest.” Minimus pressed.

    He didn’t want to be alone, he really didn’t want to be alone in that hab, and getting overcharged at Swerve’s sounded like someone was going to throw a pickaxe through his helm. He just wanted to curl up next to Thunderclash and rest his helm on Thunderclash’s chassis. “I’m fine. I-”

    “Rodimus, why don’t you spend some time with Drift, I’m sure he can get you to relax.” He smiled, optics softening.

    That wasn’t a bad idea, and Drift did help ease his anxiety. “Okay, but don’t set my ship on fire.” he huffed and rose to his peds, sending Drift a quick ping asking to spend a few nights at his hab. Hopefully Ratchet wouldn’t hog the berth like last time. 

    He quickly left the meeting room and made his way to the medbay, spotting Velocity standing out the doors, her back was turned towards him and she held her servos together tightly. “Hey Lotty.”

    She jumped. “Oh Rodimus! Ho- Rodimus you need to rest.” She scolded him.

    “That’s the plan,” He smiled. “I’m gonna grab a few things from my hab and spend the night at Drift’s, just wanted to check on Thunders.” 

    “Oh, he’s alright, still recovering, his processor is still figuring out the size difference, I’m telling him to take it slow for now. I would let you see him but he just fell into recharge.” She smiled warmly.

    “Ah alright, ping me when he’s up, I’d like to see…” He snorted. “My lil man.” He laughed leaving Velocity on her own as he lazily made his way to his shared hab, making a mental list of what he had to pick up from his hab, the plush dragon that was Thunderclash’s, his favorite board, polish, maybe that one data slug that Thunderclash lent to him (the valve plug one). Rodimus shrugged and keyed in the code to his hab.

    He stepped in and froze, the door shut behind him and with a flick of his wrist it locked, his spoiler twitched and Rodimus felt his frame started to wake up.

    There was Thunderclash, a very tiny Thunderclash, Rodimus knew that aft anywhere, someone did their homework. His boyfriend was in a miniframe, a little taller than Minimus, his new frame hadn’t been painted yet, so it was brand new. Thunderclash was brand new. 

    Thunderclash hadn’t noticed him yet, how could he was was currently occupied, his tiny servo clenched down on the tarps, his helm was buried in one of their millions of pillows. His silver aft was hanging up in the air, his legs trembled and his tiny peds curled up. But the best part was that his panels were parted and two digits were buried deep inside of him.

    Rodimus reset his optics, energy that he had no idea he had raced through his frame, a devilish smirk spread across his face plates. 

    Thunderclash moaned, his hips sinking down on his digits. “Roddy.” He whimpered, his swollen valve lips parted as another digit slipped into him. His peds didn’t even make a sound as he knelt down, he felt the heat from Thunderclash’s exposed valve, Rodimus waited and watched as those puffy lips clenched down on Thunderclash’s digits. He licked his lip plates and maneuvered his servo just between Thunderclash’s thighs. Then he softly pressed against the swollen outer node.

    Thunderclash moaned, then he stopped and his helm spun around, confusion melted into bliss as his sweet red optics softened at the sight of Rodimus. “C-Captain.” He whimpered, his hips started to wiggled again as he tried to grid down on that digit. He always had this kink, where he loved to tall Rodimus Captain in berth, especially if Rodimus was spiking him, and admittedly it was a turn on.

    Lazily Rodimus circled that node, pressing against it and then his digits trailed upwards, stroking the valve lips, he pulled Thunderclash’s digits away. He brought one up to his intake, licking off the lube from Thunderclash’s valve. Thunderclash watched with half closed optics as Rodimus sucked everything clean off and set his servo aside. Now that Thunderclash was watching him, Rodimus decided it was a perfect time to gently massage Thunderclash’s valve, just around his outer node. 

    “Captain.” He whined and started to hump Rodimus’ servo.

    Rodimus purred and rested his helm on his servo, watching the lewd display. “So tiny, fun sized Thunders.” He snorted. “Mind if I find out how new this frame of your’s is?”

    Thunderclash moaned and shook his helm. “Please Captain.” 

    His engine roared and Rodimus ran a digit up and down those wet lips, only to slip it in, but only the very tip. Thunderclash shivered and moaned, charge ran up his frame and tiny blue bolts flickered across his plates. Rodimus slowly slipped his digit in, feeling the heat from Thunderclash’s tiny valve, how his lube would sink between Rodimus’ plates. He pushed his digit in, all the way to his knuckle, then spotted, feeling something, it wasn’t Thunderclash’s ceiling node, or his gestation entrance. This was smooth, and flat and when he pressed against it Thunderclash didn’t react.

    Rodimus’ spoiler flapped as he figured it out, Thunderclash’s new frame was still sealed. 

    It would be easy to break it now, he could flick it and shove his digit tight against Thunderclash’s ceiling node. But the idea of breaking his seal, that was something he wanted to do with his spike. Rodimus hummed and pulled his digit out, hearing Thunderclash cry out and clench down on it. He stared down at the thick lube that covered his digit, then back at Thunderclash’s hips, that now ground down at nothing, begging for his touch again.

    Rodimus vented. “Alright, but tell me if it gets to be too much.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Thunderclash’s helm. Thunderclash nodded and his wide optics followed Rodimus’ movements. Two digits pressed into those valve lips, Thunderclash shuttered and moaned. “What do we say?”

    “Captain, please!” He moaned as the digits pressed in further, stretching his tight little valve, lube started to drip from his lips and pool between his peds.

    “What?”

    “Captain, please give me an overload.” He whimpered hips bucked down on those digits.

    Rodimus rumbled and took his other servo and held Thunderclash’s hips still. “Good mech, now just enjoy it.” He smirked, rolling his digit around and around, striking brand new nodes and sending charge through Thunderclash’s tiny frame. He was loose now, or somewhat loose, stretched just enough that Rodimus stuck in a third digit and Thunderclash squealed. Rodimus held his aft still and thrusted his digits in and out, forming a pace, meanwhile Thunderclash could only lay there as his valve was stuffed. “Such a good mini, so tight, so wet. Hmm, I wonder what my spike could do to you?”

    Thunderclash sobbed, optics flickering as his charge started to build to unsafe levels. Rodimus watched his boy friend, watched his digits slip through those stuffy lips, and plumet deep into Thunderclash’s core, Thunderclash’s peds started to curl up and he started gasping. The only warning signs Rodimus had before Thunderclash overloaded. And he did, Thunderclash sobbed out ‘Captain’ and his frame stilled as Rodimus struck as many nodes as he could. Charge raced up and down his frame and Thunderclash collapsed into a pile.

    Rodimus slowly pulled out, hearing a faint pop, and Thunderclash’s whimper. He yanked a rag from his subspace and cleaned up Thunderclash’s oversensitive valve, then his servo. Gently slipping the panel back into place. “Okay?”

    Thunderclash nodded, optics still watering.

    Rodimus stood up, his frame cracked and he scooped up Thunderclash, his boy friend whined in his grasp, charge still running over his frame, it shocked Rodimus every now and then. If he wasn’t so tired he would’ve taken this as a chance to see what that new valve could really do, what he could do to Thunderclash’s new frame. Instead he settled to flopping down, pulling Thunderclash up to the pillows and laying his helm down on Thunderclash’s chassis.

    “Thank you Captain.” Thunderclash mumbled, his optics starting to dim.

    “No problem, my fun sized Thunders.” He smirked and kissed Thunderclash’s intake, just as Drift sent him a ping. He sent one back saying that he was going to recharge in his own hab tonight. 

#maccadams #valveplug #we all have our kinks #mini!Thunderclash #thunderrod #mtmte thunderclash #Thunderclash #idw thunderclash #GIVE ME SMOL THUNDERCLASH! #rodimus #mtmte rodimus #idw rodimus #alright kill me now tumblr #I might not post this on AO3? #Maybe? #rodiclash #Dom Rodimus #Captain Kink

[macabrecabra]

WORLDBUILING FUN! I love making up thing and the like :) Working on two separate race worldbuilding things. One is the robo-no organic race. The other is a minority of angels, so more a minority group than a race. Sort of like how China has minorities within the larger culture sot of thing . Both based in phasellus​ ‘s Bitter Bite world u_u

WANTED TO SHARE GRIGORI WEDDING PRACTICE THOUGH. There is a page more in addition to what is below, but I just like this part the best <3  Pretty much you want to get married, you go steal your partner from their family and prove yourself WORTHY.

....I should also post up how they propose. With a dance of seduction.  :I Another time!

The Grigori wedding is a complex and rather exciting celebration that takes two days to complete. While it is unknown if their Heavenly kin practice the same sort of rituals, the Grigori rituals are more well known and have, more or less, been adopted across many civilizations due to their proximity to mortals.

 After the proposal to marriage, more or less devoting yourself to a single partner for the rest of eternity, the two Grigori are forbidden to see each other until the wedding day. This can be from a few weeks to a month. The plans for the wedding are actually handled by family and friends, making sure everything is set.  Both are required to pray and take part in a cleansing ritual to abolish sins and earn forgiveness for past deeds to make sure they are “purified” for the ceremony.

On the day of the wedding, the fun begins. The one who proposed the marriage is called the “Rex”. The one they intend to marry is called the “Conjux”.  More or less on the day of the wedding, after many days apart without even being able to talk or see each other, the Rex must steal the Conjux away from their family and the Conjux is kept from the Rex at all costs having their hands bound to show their “bindings” to their family. Literally it is a battle that requires strategy and careful planning as the Rex must get into the place the Conjux is and then carry them all the way to the chapel without letting the Conjux touch the ground or the whole ritual is invalid and must be started another day. This may sound easy, but the family and friends of the Conjux take their job of keeping the Rex out very seriously. It is one Grigori or angel or mortal against the family and friends of their intended. To say the least things get wild. Broken doors and windows tend to happen, more than a few injuries from actual battle can take place.

The best way to get in is to distract the family and friends with gifts Usually once they get the Conjux and out of the building, the family and friends will relent and allow them to get the chapel, following behind for the ceremony proper. Others just make things more elaborate and difficult. The first day of the ceremony is usually just trying to steal the Conjux before midnight of that day.  If the Rex fails they just have to set another day to try. Once the couple have made it to the chapel, the head of defense of the Conjux declares defeat and will give the Rex the marriage spear as a sign of the Rex’s victory and a sign of consent from the family and friends of their approval of this union. The spear is used to cut the bindings on the Conjux, symbolizing that they are free of what their family believes to marry whom they wish.  Once this action has been carried out, the ceremony proper can begin.

#Worldbuilding shenanigans #I love it #I have so many details about these things #It really would suck if you had a super powerful family #you would be hard pressed to get your conjux #make sure the more powerful one of the couple proposes