IS THERE STILL A SPACE? THUNDERCRACKER X HUMAN SIZE DIFFERENCE NSFW PLZ I DONT CAERE IF ITS OOC OR WHATEVER JUST PLZ

I'm having the biggest, fattest, nastiest brain rot for Roddy and Soundwave. Think you could do some NSFW headcanons for these two? Or just one I ain't picky.

Thanks! (˘ε ˘ )

IS THERE STILL A SPACE? THUNDERCRACKER X HUMAN SIZE DIFFERENCE NSFW PLZ I DONT CAERE IF ITS OOC OR WHATEVER JUST PLZ

Soundwave (any continuity) he infiltrate the reader (human) house and ends up witnessing reader having a good time with herself

Soundwave almost regrets telling Lazerbeak not to come back until they have some sort of information on you. Almost. You were just so infuriatingly secretive, constantly guarded by Autobot lapdogs. It was nearly impressive, but Soundwave wouldn’t disappoint Megatron. Not again.

Lazerbeak had warned him of unsavory content, a sharp look to his optic, but Soundwave isn’t some sparkling. He can take whatever you’re doing on the footage. Even better if it’s incriminating.

The way you arch your back, hips bucking into your hand, is hardly illegal. Although it should be. Soundwave’s finger twitches over the symbol to close the video. He should stop the footage and delete it, before anyone can accuse him of having adulterous feelings for a human. Before the charge threatening to build in his lines has a chance to humiliate him.

Curiosity gets the better of him. Soundwave has never been good at turning away from explicit footage. He should listen to Lazerbeak; the cassetticon knows him well enough to pinpoint his weaknesses. It’s the first totally private information he has of you...

You’re a picture of debauchery, hair fanned about on the pillow and body twisting the pristine sheets from their tucked position. Soundwave might even find you attractive if he were an organic, might respond positively to the way his system lights up at your vision on the screen. But Soundwave only feels disgusted with himself watching you.

He refuses to touch himself until you’re finished, watching you reach a satisfactory overload that has you calling for one of your Autobot allies. Even after the video has ended, Soundwave won’t relieve himself. Instead, he stores the video for analysis later. When he’s not so easy to distract maybe he’ll see something he can use against you in the video. For now, there is an unpleasant heat behind his interface panel that he tries to will away.

Soundwave tells himself you are nothing more than a lump of flesh, and having interest in your primitive body is something to be ridiculed and squashed before it can get him in trouble.

I was wondering if you could do something with ambulon, possibly fluff? Love the imagines btw

Thank you for giving me an excuse to love on my favorite underappreciated boy. Also, thank you, I love all the inspiration!

The chipping paint was a sore point for Ambulon, like so many other things about himself, but unlike all his other unfortunate traits it was made so much worse by the simple fact that it was impossible to hide. Having an embarrassing altmode, the true reason for his name, even his past as a Decepticon... he could cover all that up no problem. But the constantly chipping paint job? No shielding that from anyone close enough to simply see him...

It was made worse by how often bots tried to offer tips; use a primer, pay for a proper redo, try some new sealant... He knows they mean well, but none of them know what they're talking about, not really. If it was that easy, did they really think he wouldn't have fixed it by now? The Decepticon purple paint underneath was just as fragmented as the medic coded red and white on top, and that wasn't going to be fixed by anything simple.

The truth was "Flaky Paint Syndrome" could have many causes despite manifesting as a single, embarrassing result, and while most bots had poor application or easily irritated mesh to blame, his problem was rooted in something far less corporeal.

He was anxious. Every hour of every day, something had him on edge, and the constant strain on his nerves resulted in chips of paint cracking away from his always agitated frame. It was lucky really, most bots as unsettled as he was developed spark static or overheated and warped joints, his constant buzz of disquiet just made him look somewhat sloppy. Such a personality probably made his occupation seem like a bad choice, but he was content to endure the struggle for the satisfaction of saving lives, and now that he was on the relatively stable Lost Light he was managing better than he had in a long time. Thus, he hadn't had any plans on changing his status quo anytime soon.

Until you had showed up.

He hadn't even met a human before you'd joined the crew, but even if he had, he never could have expected that you'd get tangled up in his life the way you did. Something about you had just... connected with him. Maybe it was the fact that you didn't make fun of him, either for his altmode or his appearance, and also hadn't judged him for his past... Not even the reason for his silly name had made you laugh! He just liked spending time with you, even if it was to do nothing in particular.

As a result of these feelings, a desire to impress you had formed, and he'd actually made an effort to keep up with his looks for a change. Granted, that meant daily repaints completely unaided and in secret, all in his room where he twisted and turned in a ridiculous effort to look good for the person who probably only saw him as a friend. Logic didn't play much of a role in feelings, however.

Of course, it was just his luck you'd walked in on him at this most embarrassing time for the kind of friendly visit he ordinarily would have been thrilled about.

The cry of surprise that had escaped him when the doors whooshed open was impressively high pitched for a bot of his size, but you'd probably been more focused on the paint his startled jump had sent spattering in all directions, though none of it had flown far enough to hit you by some miracle.

"Ambulon, are you okay?!" You shouted in alarm, seeing the flash of red but not his paintbrush and immediately thinking of blood. Though you knew bots bled glowing pink, the instinct to offer aid at the first impulse was just too hard to ignore. Without hesitation, you hurried to get to his side, only growing more concerned as he hid his hand behind his back. Even if this wasn't how you'd wanted your visit to go you cared far too much about the medic to be concerned about such petty things. "What's wrong? Where are you hurt?"

"Who? Me? Hurt?" He rushes in ongoing panic, backing up against a desk to put as much space between you and him as possible. Despite looking ridiculous backing away from someone as small as you, all he can think to do is hide his paintbrush in an effort to save his dignity. At least, what's left of his dignity as he sputters through an excuse made up on the spot. "I'm just, uh... You know..."

Painting a landscape? Applying color to his hab suite? Decorating his medical supplies!?

"Are you painting something?" You asked, moving your small body to catch a glimpse of a bot sized paintbrush in the hand he hadn't done a good enough job of hiding. You figuring out the problem actually seemed to make him panic more, and he twisted again to hide the offending object behind his back, looking down at you as if you'd just stumbled upon him burying a body.

"Of course not!" He said in a rush, lie falling apart when the thick application of bright red he'd applied to his chest dripped downwards from the force of his rapid twisting around. Cringing, he avoided your eyes like a criminal. It would be bad enough if you simply knew about his troubles in any level of detail, but to have personally seen his juvenile and ridiculous efforts to cover up his humiliating condition... Would it be too much to ask that he dissapear at this very moment?

"Ambulon, are you okay?"

Nope, he's not, he won't be ever again but it's very nice that you thought to ask-

"Seriously, look at me."

You're firm but not at all angry as you issue the command, starting to put the pieces together in a way that makes some sense. The medic has had paint troubles more or less his entire life, as you've heard, but they had started to dissapear right about when you showed up. Though you hadn't pried, it had been logical to assume he'd been fixing himself up. Regardless of the accuracy of your guess, however, you know that this bot needs help. As much as you care for him, you simply can't let him suffer needlessly. No matter how often he switches between seeking you out and avoiding you...

"I'm... I'm fine, I promise." He mumbles, feeling like a pitiful failure for not even thinking to lock his door. There's so much to be embarrassed by he doesn't even know where to begin being mortified, but it's obvious the fallout will be a spiral into further humiliation, so he still wants to stall. You'll laugh when you hear he's been fixing himself up in a ridiculous attempt to impress you, because of course it's absurd, and he'll never be able to show his face again...

"Why are you embarrassed about some paint? I figured bots touched themselves up every now and then." You said innocently, baffled as to why he'd react in such a way. Rodimus bragged about redoing his colors all the time, so you'd figured there were no issues in doing so. Was there some other reason this could be considered embarrassing? The only possible explanation required you to go on a bit of a limb, but for his sake you decided to chance it, gulping once before you hesitantly spoke up. "Did you do this for me? Have you been redoing the colors since I got here?"

Ambulon flinched, and you realized you'd hit the nail on the head.

"I'm sorry-"

"For what?" You asked incredulously, head swimming with emotions clustering to be felt first. There was surprise, giddy delight, bashfulness, and even confoundment at the idea you could be in this situation. A part of you wanted to celebrate, but there was still far too much to sort through at the moment. His look of hopelessness exemplified the problem.

"For being ridiculous! Look at me! Pretending if I touch up some rough patches, it'll actually do anything? Ha!" He said, giving voice to the unpleasant uncertainty that lurked just below the surface. Drowning in his insecurity, he frowned hard, the absurdity of what he'd been trying to do all but slapping him in the face. Forget the species difference, you were a vibrant and charming individual who deserved far better than he. What had he even been trying to do? The answer came out of him as he sunk down to the ground and let the brush fall, hugging his knees as the weight of it all pulled him down. "I wanted so badly to look good for you, I lost track of common sense..."

"But Ambulon-"

Unable to hear you, he kept right on going, lost in his own little fog of shame. "You weren't supposed to know... Nobody was supposed to know... But I blew it-"

"Ambulon!"

You couldn't take it any more. The heartbreaking sight of the bot you thought was so delightful tearing himself apart was too much. Ignoring any common sense, you put yourself out for his sake, opening up your heart in the hope that your own vulnerabilities might help him feel better. A tender hand on his own preceded a gentle expression of reasurance as you looked into his optics.

"I'm flattered you want to look your best for me, really. But it's not necessary." You said, suddenly aware that your heart was hammering as you prepared to confess. It was probably about time you cut to the chase, after spending these months bobbing along in uncertainty, but that didn't make it any less scary to be so open. Hopefully it would all end well... "I think you look fine just how you are."

Ambulon felt his processor go blank, and all that he could do was fall back on his usual attitude with a surprised retort. "But I'm a mess!"

You laughed, but not in the way he'd feared. It was a good natured, loving, laughing with him and not at him kind of sound. "I don't care about some paint chips now and then, you goof. Why do you think I'm here?" All of a sudden your fear seemed to be turning into confidence, the anxieties you'd created for yourself melting away as the truth came out. Seeing a towering alien laid low by your simple feelings definitely made it much easier to express them. "I wanted to see you, purple and red and all, because I like you."

Something clicked inside of him upon hearing those words. So much shame and fear dissolved in what felt like an instant, his optics pushing up with his cheeks as he smiled the biggest and happiest smile he could, optics brightening the whole while. It was what he'd wanted more than anything but feared he'd never receive. Unfurling his legs, he leaned down just a tad to get closer. Heedless to everything about himself that had bothered him so much, he spoke softly in return.

"I really like you too."

"I know." You replied softly, looking to the brush that had fallen to the floor and the paint still drying on his frame as an idea hatched in your head. The two of you had a lot to talk about, it seemed, and you had the perfect way to pass the time while doing so. "Now, how about I help you finish up? Don't want all this to go to waste."

Realizing what you were suggesting, he picked up a much smaller paintbrush and handed it to you, still smiling as he helped you onto his desk where the paints laid out for use.

"I'd like that."

the requests are open and all I can think is I just want to gently hold everyone on LL and tell them that I love them lol

//huehehe i get to dust off that maternal bot insert that i hardly get to use//

You’ve always had a knack for comforting people; ‘babying’ is what Prowl used to call it. Although you did plenty of babying for Prowl, as well, when you two had been close. You consider it an honor to see the vulnerable sides to your colleagues and friends. There’s nothing wrong with being soft and unguarded. Many mechs don’t seem to think the same, though, and you don’t try to fight them on that.

Perhaps it’s selfish to want to be the only one to be a comfort your friends, but no one else can be trusted to handle a hurting spark like you can.

Rodimus is mild and agreeable when he’s alone with you, a tiredness to his optics that is surprising on someone so young. He doesn’t fight you as much as usual when you insist he needs to get some rest. In fact, he heavily leans on you like he’ll collapse under his own weight. If you didn’t hover over him in his berth, you wonder if Rodimus would even fall asleep. Eventually, he always does. Although it’s fitful and you caress his helm through the night cycle to ensure he doesn’t wake himself. It’s a sacrifice you’re more than willing to make.

Ultra Magnus is much harder to crack, in fact most bots are, but that doesn’t mean you aren’t successful. He’s quick to brush you off when you come with soft voice and warm pestering, but is much quicker to respond when you command him to listen to you. He’s all straight back and stiff posture, not wanting to drop his professional front even for you. Being perceptive is always needed with someone like Magnus. He won’t tell you what’s bothering him, but he will lean into your touch and sigh in resignation when you tell him he has to turn in for the night. He doesn’t argue with your firm tone, although it sounds strange on your glossa.

Swerve is an uncommon case, freely coming to your habsuite in the late hours with his problems. You could search him out, but you know if Swerve wants to talk he will be more than happy to approach you. He leans his helm in your lap invents exasperated and shoulders weary with the stress of his overworked processor. Swerve’s glossa is quick to rattle off his overthought worries, how he thinks fearful things will sense his anxiety and come search him out. He has enough fear pent up in his system to make up for the entire shipful of mechs. Eventually his mouth runs out of steam, his body less tense, and he enters recharge without a fight. Soothed into relaxation with your gentle petting.

If you were younger you would be restless with all the emotional labor you put out, taking on the anxieties of your crewmembers, but you let it slide off your back with age. There’s nothing worrying will do about the future, nothing forcing a solution will do for others.

Hello! I'm so happy that requests are open. I've read all your stories and they are all wonderful! So could I ask you to write something cute about Nightbeat?

Thanks for your tireless support!! I absolutely can!!

Perhaps the greatest mystery of all for him, beyond the grand secrets of the universe even, was how the two of you had fallen for one another. He contemplates it every night, not out of a lack of gratitude, but simply because he wants to understand. Is there a singular reason to explain it all? He's never been attracted to another species before, and as far as he can tell you've never been attracted to one either. Yet here the two of you are, with your tiny self curled up and sleeping contentedly over his spark. What could possibly explain it all?

With a patented analytical approach, he recalls everything that led up to him confessing his love. The first thing he'd done upon meeting you was ask questions, none he thought were too forward, just basic things about humanity he couldn't get a straight answer on. You'd been wonderfully receptive, answering everything you could with a smile. Come to think of it, the way you'd replied with your own questions had possibly been the start of his affection for you. Most people just went through life never wondering how anything worked, to find a kindred spirit was... nice.

But was that the core of it? Sure, he loved how well your personalities blended, but did that explain how the two of you had fallen for each other?

Perhaps one of the many tiny mysteries you'd solved together had just... made something click? If that was the case, he would have to think back very carefully, because the two of you had solved a lot of those. Just recalling them now made him smile in sappy nostalgia. The look on your face when the first missing item you'd searched for together had finally turned up...

Unexpectedly, you rolled over in your sleep, and he froze to avoid disturbing you. Looking down his chest at your sleeping form, he smiled again at the adorable contentment on your face. Bundled on a nest of pillows, you were kept warm and safe above his spark, and he was quite proud to be the perfect sleeping spot.

When you muttered something in a dream he felt a wave of impossible affection crash over him, and quite suddenly he didn't care too much about figuring things out. Blasphemous as that was for him, you made it easy not to care about the particulars. What did he need to know beyond the fact you loved him back? What discovery could make this any more perfect? He decided that, for the night, he just didn't care.

All he wanted was to enjoy having you beside him.

scavs comforting there human friend who just had a anxiety attack

We stan the good boys who take care of mental health.

You couldn't tell if you were breathing or not, nor if you were getting too much air or too little, but the sensation of your chest collapsing was enough to keep you from figuring it out. Everything became too much and not enough at the same time, buffeting you between extremes so quickly you felt both at once. It was impossible to know whether or not you were truly present. You couldn't even recall what had set it off, but the storm was taking over far too fast for you to have any hope of fighting it, and the horror at being lost only exasperated the turmoil.

"Open your eyes, Y/N..."

The voice was soft and well practiced, but you couldn't heed it just yet. There was no guarantee things would be better once you opened your eyes, if you even could, and your body felt too far away to find out. Everything was so distant, and anything you might use to tether yourself was as impossible to grasp as sand...

"I promise I'm here, Y/N, it's Krok."

At the name you felt a pulse of the real world come back. There was a cool floor beneath you, your body was curled, the ship was humming... It was real enough to make you look, if only for a second, at what was ahead.

Krok was there in front of you, his optics gentle and reassuring in the way someone could only be if they'd been where you were. He smiled in the way he did, and you found your heart beating a little less rapidly. If he was here...

"We're all here, just like always."

Blinking to clear your vision, you found multiple familiar shapes and colors around you, and slowly they came together. A large servo was held out in your direction, staying just within reach but not coming closer, leaving the choice of contact up to you. On instinct, you took hold of one of the digits. It was warm and steady as you held on like a lifeline. Then you realized while holding it your breathing had calmed, and just like that the world began to shift into focus.

The servo you held belonged to Misfire, who gave you a smile as recognition lit up your eyes. Though you were shaking and unsteady and far from okay, you finally felt your body in the physical sense. You'd had an anxiety attack, but these guys had done what they'd always done, all without hesitation.

"No rushing, okay? Relax as long as you need." Fulcrum said from his spot on the side, and in that moment you saw the entire group was sitting on the floor with you. Even the towering Grimlock had managed to lay himself down to join the watchful circle. From experience you knew Nickel would want to check you over after this, but otherwise there was indeed no hurry. Still unable to speak, you only nodded and laid down with a sigh, taking a much needed moment to come back to yourself after everything. There was no panic this time as you closed your eyes. It was just you and the Scavengers, watching over you and keeping you safe...

Just like they always would.

Congrats on clearing your inbox! Can I ask for poly Rodimus, Drift, and their human s/o stargazing, please?

Thanks! Also Driftrod is the embodiment of those "bro..." memes and I APPROVE

"That one looks like an Equinoid!"

"A what?"

Rodimus had to go silent in thought for a moment, recalling the word you were more familiar with as Drift chuckled over the whole exchange. When he'd finally found the proper word, he turned his helm to face you.

"You know- horses?" he said plainly, looking a little uncertain he'd pronounced it properly. Smiling at his searching expression for approval, you rolled over on your blanket to be closer to his helm, aiming to line up your fields of vision and snuggle closer to the warm bot. You felt his always heated exterior flush a little at your contact in the chill night air.

"Show me, I still don't see it." you encouraged, looking up at the cloudless night sky overhead. There were so many stars in crowded stretches you weren't sure it was possible to see much of anything, but Rodimus loved stargazing so much you and Drift were more than happy to oblige. How convenient it was this nearby planet had a breathable atmosphere and a spot with ideal weather.

Rodimus directed your gaze with a pointed digit, trying to match up your line of sight with his. The captain obviously wanted you to really see what he was seeing. "Okay; there's the body, the four legs, and see those bright stars there? Totally the optics."

"I see a predacon personally." Drift commented playfully, scooting over on the blankets so you were carefully but comfortably sandwiched between their helms. Rodimus pouted at the comment, but was entirely flirty in his reply, looking over you as he gave what he probably thought was the most obvious rebuttal in the world.

"How? There's no wings!"

"If you flip it over, it kind of looks like a spaceship." you interjected, tilting your head to turn the lopsided horse into an equally lumpy cruiser. Both bots followed your lead with thoughtful hums, and you had to fight not to snort at their mutual expressions of effort. These nerdy bots truly didn't know how endearing they could be when unleashed together.

"Really?" Rodimus said a little doubtfully, optics narrowing as he tried to see what you meant. It wasn't until he turned his helm in the other direction that he lit up in agreement. "Oh yeah, I see it!"

Drift put his hands behind his helm and lounged, smirking in the not so subtle way he often did when he was about to start some fun with the two of you. "Looks like a bunch of swords to me."

Rodimus sighed in mock exasperation, throwing his helm back on the plush nest of blankets he'd arranged for the three of you. Giggling without control, you relaxed between them and let the fun begin, waiting for the inevitable reply.

"You think everything looks like a bunch of swords." Rodimus said, sticking out his glossa at the ninjabot who only chuckled smugly.

"Do not." Drift teased back, turning onto his side to face both you and Rodimus at the same time. His optics were alight with glee as he did so, making it clear that beneath the playful attitude he adored every moment he was spending with the two of you. Considering how impossible moments like this might have once seemed, you understood where such feelings might have been coming from. The Captain of the Lost Light mimicked Drift's posture, leaving you in the direct line of sight for them both as the brilliantly mature rebuttal was made.

"You totally do."

Snorting again, you playfully pushed against both of them and made yourself heard.

"You both look like nerds to me."

You barely heard the replies of mock offense before both bots took advantage of the position to pepper you with light kisses, stopping only to share some with each other or give you a chance to stop laughing before returning to finding shapes in the heavens.

lost light crew members of your choice being oddly touched that the resident human has chosen them to fall asleep on during their off shift

Rodimus loves it when you decide to spend time with him during your off hours! He puts you up next to his head as he taps away on his datapads, occasionally asking for your input on certain things, even while you’re asleep.

Drift enjoys meditating with you, despite the fact that you usually wind up falling asleep. He thinks it’s cute when you wind up leaning against his thighs.

Fortress Maximus is beyond honored! He holds you so gently to his chestplate that you are almost certain that he thinks you’re made of glass. If you fall asleep on him, he may well just short circuit, silently asking with a glance at the others ‘what do I do?’

Swerve was cleaning dishes when you climbed up his arm to rest next to his head. He gives you plenty of nuzzles as he talks your ear off. It does serve as great white noise, however, and you wind up falling asleep. Swerve only notices this once you snore.

hello!! i am really really sorry if this sounds pushy or somethin but, will you ever publicly release that post swearth drabble you made?? i just curious