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imagine leaving lipstick stains all over your cybertronian s/o (suggestive themes) flattering nude, pink, peppered all over skid's face as you pull away from him for air — his grin, lazy and content as he submits to the feel of your lips against his cheek, his jaw, his neck cables.

swerve with both his servos steadying you as you straddle his waist, mouth gently pressed against his. there was a helpless sound that escaped him, a mechanical whine that urged you to leave a daring trail of burgundy all over his shades, chin, and shoulders. the sound of magnus approaching made you scramble off him — and at the sight, the duly appointed officer of the tyrest accord nearly forgot why he was there in the first place.

#skids #swerve #rodimus #ultra magnus #megatron #hcs #sfw #mtmte

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Thank you to the anonymous person who commissioned me for some Ambulon love. Thank you for your generous donation to Doctors Without Borders and I hope you like it❤️

~*~

You’re the first human Ambulon has ever met. And the first organic he’s ever seen in person.

He isn’t sure exactly what he expected but definitely something… more? No, that’s not the right word. He expected to have a more visceral reaction to you. A lot of Cybertronians, Decepticons and Autobots alike, hold a certain disgust for most organics. They describe your kind as wet bags of meat and blood and hair and pus.

But nothing about you looks nearly so offensive as any of that. You look soft but in a way that’s pleasant, in a way that makes Ambulon want to brush the tips of his fingers along your scalp and your cheek and feel that softness for himself. Your lips look soft too, and when they part you reveal pale flat teeth as the corners of your mouth nearly stretch to your ears in a smile so dazzling it makes Ambulon’s spark pound in its chamber.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you tell him, corners of your eyes crinkling as you extend your hand out towards his.

Your hand is so small in comparison to his own, delicate-looking and precious. His own hand would engulf yours and he fears he might crush your grip in his own if he tried to reciprocate the gesture. Instead, he extends his index finger towards your palm and when metal makes contacts with skin he feels a warm jolt like electricity shoot up his finger through his arm and all throughout his energon lines. It fills his entire frame with a gentle heat he cannot explain.

Ambulon has no way of knowing if you feel it too, but that’s fine. It’s something he will pack away in his mind and try not to think about when he is alone with his thoughts. Instead, he focuses on how your hand squeezes around his fingertip, the way your flesh is so warm and malleable around his metal, and how it feels so right.

Content Label: Mature

Sexual themes

#ambulon #mtmte #fics #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

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

my-writings-and-musings answered:

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."

#ambuloooon #ambulon #mtmte #fics #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

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

rawmeknockout answered:

//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.

#Rodimus #Swerve #Ultra Magnus #mtmte #hcs #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

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?

my-writings-and-musings answered:

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.

#This is so...#I don't have the words #I feel so healed by this #thank u so much #Nightbeat #fics #mtmte #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

scavs comforting there human friend who just had a anxiety attack

my-writings-and-musings answered:

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.

#Misfire #mtmte #Fulcrum #Grimlock #Krok #fics #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

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

my-writings-and-musings answered:

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.

#Rodimus #mtmte #fics #sfw #Driftrod

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Anonymous asked:

Hello!! I just wanna say first congrats on answering all those request! And I was wondering if you could do a scenario with MTMTE Swerve, Rung, Rodimus and Whirl finding out that it’s their close human friend’s birthday and when they go to confront them, the human is just laying in the bed under a cover crying cause it’s their first birthday away from home and they’re feelin a little home sick? What would they do to cheer them up? Thank you and have a nice day! ❤️

my-writings-and-musings answered:

Thanks! I can barely keep up with them!

Swerve

Knowing all about human birthday customs, he'd been quick as possible to see his friend the moment he found out today was their special day, hurrying as fast as he could across the Lost Light to their room. When he'd found them sniffling in bed, he'd gone from celebratory to comforting in an instant. He knows how hard it is to be sad and alone in your room, after all. Upon hearing the homesick and lonely human's predicament, the solution had come to him rather quickly. Plopping the human on his shoulders, he'd taken them to the bar and declared the entire establishment to be dedicated to their celebration, and the gathered patrons had immediately jumped on the idea. Between the gathered hands the entire place had been transformed into a full on birthday party in no time, with human friendly food and drinks being prepped at record speed. Even a birthday cake had been cooked up! It had been impossible for the human to be sad in the face of so many supporting friends wishing them a happy birthday, and the party had lasted well into the next morning, complete with bots throwing together gifts of various suitability for a human.

Rung

Being not accustomed but experienced with being forgotten, he'd dropped everything to visit his friend upon learning it was an important day for them. He'd been sparkbroken to discover them in tears, and had listened to them explain their homesickness while holding them close to offer comfort. After hearing the cause of their hurt, he'd immediately begun to think of a solution, and had asked the human if they wanted to celebrate earth and their birthday with him and some friends. At the agreement he'd moved at impressive speeds. Gathering a selection of bots closest to the human, he'd turned his room into a miniature celebration of earth, where the human's favorite parts of their culture could be brought out to celebrate their special day.

Rodimus

He'd been intent on celebrating his friend's birthday for some time, but had been distracted by his responsibilities and was only able to get away later on in the day than he'd been hoping. When he'd found the human crying he'd immediately assumed it was due to his being late, but when he heard them say it was just because they missed home he'd flipped into overdrive. Sweeping them into his arms, he'd gone to the bridge and sent out an emergency bulletin for all hands on deck; the human needed an earth themed party ASAP! There had been a mad scramble to complete this, with the ship's scientists putting together a couple inventions to create a more earth like atmosphere and everyone else going all out to decorate. In what felt like the blink of an eye a beautifully but somewhat chaotically decorated space had been presented. Cybertronian takes on popular earth foods had been prepared alongside human safe refreshments, and the pile of gifts had ended up taller than the actual human! Rodimus had carried his tiny friend around on his shoulders like a glorified throne for the entire event.

Whirl

Oh boy, the moment he'd found his bestie upset? There had been promises to kill and reasurances it wouldn't be a problem, and upon hearing the actual reason he'd made one final attempt to ensure there wasn't anyone who needed to die... Then he'd grabbed his little buddy, high tailed it to the hanger, and stolen a shuttle to fly off to the nearest earth like planet. What followed could only be described as a maelstrom of glorious, chaotic partying. He'd loaded up the ship with everything the human wanted, mostly that he'd stolen, and the activities had consisted of everything from sightseeing to shopping to minor crime sprees. There had been more than one explosion. By the time they'd been done the shuttle had been so weighed down with gifts it had barely made it back to the Lost Light, and when it had arrived he'd taken all the heat from the bots in charge, who'd struggled to punish him the moment they saw the human absolutely beaming.

#Whirl #Swerve #Rodimus #hcs #mtmte #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

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

more-than-meets-the-mind answered:

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.

#Rodimus #Fortress Maximus #Swerve #mtmte #hcs #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

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

Today is actually the scheduled day, and on my partner's birthday no less, how fitting! Originally posted to my kofi for early access to supporters, now it's here for everyone!

Synopsis: Swerve and a human reader share a talk when he awakens after Swearth.

#swerve #fics #mtmte #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

Hi! You run a lovely blog! I looked but I didn’t see anything. However, on mobile that doesn’t mean there isn’t. I was just wondering if have you done romantic headcanons with Fort Max?

my-writings-and-musings answered:

I haven't done anything of the sort yet so let's change that!

·He wants to be a gentleman in all things, but for somewhat obvious reasons he has very little experience in this regard. The ins and outs of manners, how to be polite on a date, complicated social etiquette... It's all a mystery to him. So instead, he just keeps a soft demeanor and a helpful attitude, and despite how uncertain he is it actually works extraordinarily well. He'll pull your chair out for you, even if you're a tiny little human, and he'll always be gentle in his speech. The result is a persona quite akin to a giant teddy bear.

·Having endured what he has, there's quite a deficit for positive physical contact in his history, so he's eager to make up for lost time. Tender kisses, cuddles, and hugs will all have him smiling softly and nearly melting into your hands. His audial fins are a secret sensitive spot too, so a little kiss there for the first time will have him blushing but happy for more as he holds you close.

·When you start sharing a berth, or even just nap together after a busy period, he'll warn you that he has nightmares. When you are there for one and he awakens to loving reasurance for the first time, it's enough to baffle him. Being comforted in such a moment is something you have to clarify you enjoy doing because he's worth any such effort. Once he accepts that, he starts to turn to you for support when the dreams become too intense. Your touch alone is enough to make him relax right back into sleep.

·For all of his big and tough guy appearance and attitude, you'll find he's delightfully easy to fluster with the smallest hint of public affection. One kiss on his cheek will have him blushing like a lighthouse. A cute nickname or term of endearment will require that he sits down to recover. It's not that he doesn't like it, he's just so unaccustomed to being flustered that it absolutely overwhelms him. The sight is so adorable some bots can't even handle to see the two of you being so playful in public.

#Fortress Maximus #hcs #sfw #mtmte

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ronald-of-ness asked:

A supportive liasons with trailcutter, megatron, ambulon and ten?

I just love them so much it hurts.

I love you too.

my-writings-and-musings answered:

I love them AND you too!

Trailcutter

The moment you'd picked up on the insecurities churning beneath this big bot's friendly exterior, which hadn't been hard considering how they poured forth whenever he was inebriated, your goal had been to offer much needed reasurance. He'd been quite surprised to hear someone praise his forcefields for once, and when you recognized that there was indeed an impressive amount of effort he'd been absolutely touched. The big bot had actually slowed his drinking just to appreciate you a bit more sober. When you'd gone above and beyond to express your support for him receiving a Rodimus Star, however, he might have needed to check his visor... Definitely not because he was crying or anything.

Megatron

You're well aware of his past, but honestly the first thing you saw upon meeting him wasn't a viscous warlord, it was a being in unimaginable pain. It wasn't your place to forgive his transgressions, but you could see the once idealistic lower class bot was still in there, and that part of him was suffering. Though it had taken a great deal of planning, you'd ultimately decided to express an interest in his poetry to break the ice, and to your surprise he'd been remarkably receptive. The big bot had just gone so long without simple conversation, he actually lost track of time when you first hung out, going on for hours about his writing process and how he wished to create once more... He'd been incredibly apologetic once he realized how much time had passed, but you'd been able to reassure him you'd enjoyed yourself and would gladly do this again. His voice had appeared to crack when he accepted.

Ambulon

It didn't take much digging to discover the high strung medic had a lot eating away at him. There was so much about himself he didn't like, down to what he was on a physical level, that you'd struggled to decide upon what you might help with first. Eventually you'd settled upon just open up and being there to listen, something he'd found refreshing beyond belief when you hadn't laughed at his problems. In fact, you'd actually been sympathetic! Perhaps, he reasons, it's just because you're human... but he doesn't really care. Having someone reassure him that his altmode, appearance, and past just don't matter to them... It means so much.

Ten

The language barrier hadn't stopped you from picking up on an incredibly lonely soul that longed for friendship, and neither had it made it difficult for you to read the brilliant artistic talent that dwelled within. Ten hadn't been hard to befriend, anyone that wasn't afraid of him and showed the tiniest hint of kindness immediately had his total attention. But you'd gone above and beyond, asking to see his art and praising the incredible skill he displayed working with tiny miniatures. When you'd requested he paint a little flower on your face so the two of you would "match", he'd done so with immeasurable skill for someone so massive, and had considered you one of his best friends forever going forward.

#Megatron #Trailcutter #Ten #Ambulon #hcs #mtmte #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

Can I request the whirl, swerve, rung and fort max with a crush who just gets up at night, moves to there bed and cuddles them after a bad dream, because it is the only place they feel safe?

my-writings-and-musings answered:

Soft cuddles are just... yes.

Whirl

Whirl is a light sleeper, so as soon as you appear in his doorway he perks up. Knowing it's you, he asks if you're okay, and as soon as you mention the bad dream he invites you in. He knows better than anyone how scary the stuff in your head can be. Curling up on his side, he plucks you off the floor and lays you right beside him, ensuring you're comfortable before he drifts off. It's hard to be scared of much of anything with his twin gun barrels pointed out beyond you...

Swerve

Swerve is a mid level sleeper, but feeling your tiny form snuggle against his side does wake him up, even if he's quite groggy upon doing so. Half convinced he's still asleep, he asks if you're okay. When you explain what's wrong, he smiles reassuringly and pulls you close, promising that you can stay as long as you want. Falling easily back into sleep, he keeps you warm and safe against his spark the entire night. He doesn't realize it's real until he wakes up and you're still snuggled against him and he smiles...

Rung

An average sleeper, he still knows that you're nearby, and his immediate reaction is concern. Able to see how stressed you are, he gets up and kneels before you straight away. Once he hears about your nightmare he needs no further explanation. Scooping you up into his palms, he brings you into his berth and sets you up comfortably at his side. The hum of his spark quickly soothes you to sleep, yet he waits until he's certain you're resting before he goes to sleep himself, wanting to ensure you get a good night's rest...

Fort Max

A military bot who sleeps as lightly as possible, he's awake before you even enter his room. Confused initially by your appearance, he understands as soon as you offer the faintest hint of an explanation. Nightmares plague him frequently as well, so while he doesn't say it, he hopes that sharing a berth might offer him some relief too. Laying you on his colossal chest, he makes sure you're comfortable before drifting off. To his great surprise, and in considerable contrast to the norm, he dozes right off into peaceful slumber...

#Whirl #Swerve #Fortress Maximus #hcs #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

I'm sorry, but how will mtmte Fort Max, Megatron, Swerve, and the bot of your choice react to their human s/o complex, get upset because they are organic, thinking that many Cybertronians don't like it.

my-writings-and-musings answered:

Fortress Maximus

When he came in on you weeping, his first reaction was to ask who he needed to have a "talk" with, so suffice to say he's not prepared for your answer. He's well aware that many bots can be xenophobic, but he hasn't given you any reason to fear that from him, has he? Within moments you're swept up by his massive hands and he begs you not to cry. He loves you just as you are! If anything, you being so small and cute is a bonus!

Once he regains himself a bit, he makes it clear that he loves you for you. You could shapeshift into any being in the galaxy, it won't make a difference. As carefully as he can, he wipes away your tears and encourages you to look up at him. You're the love of his life, human or not, and anyone that makes you feel unwelcome will have to face him.

Megatron

The big bot knows you've been upset lately, and he takes it upon himself to gently coax an explanation out of you. Your tears worry him greatly, but his spark nearly breaks at your explanation. Do you truly believe he could ever feel anything but love for you, based solely on what you are? Given his past, he realizes how you might come to the conclusion, and he embraces you. He adores you, he promises, body and soul. How could he ever feel otherwise? You love him even knowing what he's done, what choices he's made, he couldn't care less what species you are.

He won't ever let anyone make you feel less than, he promises, and he sees you as nothing short of divinity.

Swerve

When you start crying out of the blue one day, his immediate reaction is to apologize for whatever he did wrong. Holding you close, he begs for your forgiveness, but is shocked to hear what has upset you. Would you ever think he'd love you less because of what you are? Embracing you, he promises that you being human doesn't factor at all into his feelings. He loves you for your humor, your intelligence, your interests... it hardly matters what species you are! If anything, he likes being the tall one for once!

Not once letting you go, he showers you with kisses as he ensures you that he loves Earth and humans, but his love for you is based entirely on who you are. If anyone has a problem with that, they won't be welcome in his bar!

#Megatron #Swerve #Fortress Maximus #mtmte #hcs #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

I know you've written for what the bots would do if a human caught a cold, but do you think anything similar can happen to the bots themselves? I think it's probably possible there's a couple reasons that they can get worn down to the point where whatever self-repair systems they do have won't be able to take care of things properly. Their temperature regulation might malfunction, they might be more sensitive to anything in their vents as all their internal alarms are blinking on Yellow Alert, so to speak.

How would someone (human or bot) comfort/fuss over them, do you think? I can really only think of what humans would want in a similar situation, warmth, quiet, and affection. (Or depending on the human, warmth, quiet, and to be left alone.) I don't think there's an energon equivalent of chicken soup, but at the same time I hope there is.

Do you think you might like to write a couple of the Lost Light bots like that, and their (human/bot) s.o./amica taking care of them? (Bot preferred, amica preferred, but I know most of what you write is human romance, so please do whatever comes easier.) I liiiiive for the soft hurt/comfort, especially snuggles if it's at all plausible in the plot. (That, and the mental image of Megatron sneezing in the middle of trying to look Serious is incredibly amusing right now.)

Feel free to not do any of these if they give you trouble, but as for options... hmm, how about Megs, Swerve, and Rung maybe?

my-writings-and-musings answered:

I know rid2015 had something of the sort happen, so it's certainly possible to me! In fact I basically headcannon bots as being able to get just as sick as we do. Their bot friend shall be the best nurse in history.

Megatron

· He is not sick. He doesn't get sick, understand? This fever, this weakness, his desire to curl up in a berth and sleep for days? All a coincidence... You'll have to force him to go to Ratchet, and even then he mostly goes just to humor you. A diagnosis from the medic and firm orders to rest are not taken well, but not even he can challenge the mighty wrench bearer in his current state.

·For all his efforts to fight, he collapses into his berth as soon as you guide him to it, and the fall is ground shaking. Thankfully you're there for him, and he finally concedes when you offer to care for him. Some cool energon and a hot mix of nutrients in a Cybertronian friendly broth win him over in no time, but first you tuck him in...

·When you bring him some much needed fuel, he initially refuses to be fed, instead insisting that he do it himself. He's not prideful, but he is embarrassed by the idea of being a burden. It takes him a lot of reassurance to consider allowing you to help, which mostly consists of you emphasizing how he's not burdening you.

· Once he starts taking gentle sips, he starts relaxing quickly, and the exhaustion quickly puts him to sleep. As you know how much he needs to rest, you go out on a limb and gently rub his helm as he sleeps. The way he curls against you spurrs you to keep going, and soon you hop in the berth to hold him close. It's as if a switch is flipped when you do so. Megatron cuddles right up to you, sighing as he relaxes like he hasn't in eons.

Swerve

·He gets sick in a very unique way; he'll feel alright then be hit by it all at once, and you happen to be there when it starts affecting him. Through a fever induced blur he'll cling to you and babble about everything, perhaps saying some embarrassing things as you carry him to the medical bay. Regardless, he's quite grateful when Ratchet looks him over and orders rest, thanking everyone involved.

·Eventually you'll get him to his room, and the little mech will plead for you to stay with him, his fever making him quite adverse to being alone. As you've decided to care for him, this isn't too hard. A nearly endless stream of conversation fills your audials as you go about getting him comfortable, but the talking does indeed help him feel better. You'll be thanked more than once as you tuck him in.

·When he feels up to eating, mostly due to exhaustion demanding more fuel, he'll readily accept any attempts to feed him. His gratitude will reflect as much, with his mumbled thanks coming in between every sip you offer. In truth, the simple platonic intimacy comforts him more than the food does. Sighing against you, he'll enjoy having someone who cares so much they're willing to hold and care for him.

·When he needs to sleep, his desire to be held will only increase. He's a small bot, and a vulnerable one in his current state, so having a guard is... reassuring. You might be surprised by how readily he curls up against you. Soft conversations will be murmured in his sleep as he holds you close, his hands pulling the blankets more tightly around you both. Having you gently pat his helm will be everything he needs to sleep fully through the night.

Rung

· Accustomed to being on his own, the therapist initially withdraws to handle his medical concern on his own. Your insistence on helping catches him by surprise, but he concedes and allows you to take him to the medical bay, even as he assures everyone they need not fuss. Ratchet can tell straight away he's got something nasty developing, so he orders you to ensure this bot actually takes care of things.

·Not in much shape to resist, Rung has to admit he doesn't want to as you get him set up in bed. Having someone fuss over him is... nice? Not that he's arrogant or anything, but seeing how much you care... It's enough to bring a smile to his face even as the fever hits. To ensure his thin frame stats the right temperature, you bury him in blankets, and while he protests he lives every moment of it.

·When he grows hungry, he actually makes a request for something, and is thankful as a bit could be when you bring it. Having it fed to him nearly brings grateful tears to his optics. What has he done to earn the care and attention of one so wonderful? Your selfless actions bring fresh tears to him every time he forgets he's already cried over it, which is often.

·Finally, you'll find that he falls asleep against you more or less automatically. As soon as he leans against you the lights go out. With a sigh and a soft smile, he'll hold you carefully, dreaming peacefully as he hasn't done in eons. It's so cute you'd have to be paid to move. His vents slow, his thin frame curls up, and he finally gets the rest his body needs in your grasp.

#Megatron #Swerve #hcs #sfw

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Anonymous asked:

Can I request headcanons or scenarios where Mtmte Cyclonus, Megatron and Swerve went to their human crush while they were taking a bath/getting ready to take a bath?

my-naughty-writings-and-musings answered:

You absolutely can because I love this scenario

Cyclonus

·He just wanted to stop by because he recalled something he'd been wanting to speak with you about, and the only reason he didn't knock was because you two had been getting so comfortable with one another lately...

·For all that he's seen, the moment he beholds you naked he's left blushing and stammering and frozen until he can throw his claws up to shield his optics. After that there's nothing but an endless string of apologies as he drops to his knees and begs your forgiveness.

·He's mortified near to the point of needing medical attention, but he feels even worse because one of the things he can't stop thinking of is how beautiful you are.

·Even with all of your reassurance he's gonna spend a few days locked in his quarters, staring out the window and occasionally curling up in the corner as he contemplates how he'll ever make it up to you. Also, for all the effort he gives, he can't stop thinking about how much he wants to see you like that again...

Megatron

·He just wanted to swing by and drop something off, and he wasn't even sure you were home, so he didn't bother to check. As a result he's more or less blindsided by the sight of you in the nude. This thirty foot warrior nearly topples over but he skillfully manages to catch himself and turn on the spot, power walking right out of the room.

·You receive several messages that are as verbose as they are apologetic, though you do find a few references to how hot you are scattered within, which actually look like they were left in by accident. Further inspection makes you quite certain the entire thing was an endless ramble recorded on speech to text that he didn't bother to proofread.

·By the time you've received a small novels worth of apologies, Ravage requests you come see him and accept them in person if you're so inclined, because this seems to have.... broken the big bot.

·It takes a lot of talking over his rambling to convey you're not mad, and when he finally gets that he seems to just... need sleep, as apparently this has been the most intense forty eight hours of his entire life. As you leave and his head clears up a little bit, he makes it clear that he meant what he said; you're the most beautiful being he's ever seen.

Swerve

·He just wanted to hang out for a little bit, he wasn't trying to make any of this happen, he promises. Also he's sorry, has he mentioned that? He probably did when he immediately covered his visor and tried to run out of the room, only to smack against the wall and partially pass out...

·He faints again straight away when he wakes up to find you trying to revive him in your towel.

·Once he stabilizes, he's beyond apologetic, trying his hardest to make you aware that he never meant for this and that he'd never violate your privacy on purpose. He's almost crying by the time he finishes his apology and you get the chance to assure him it's alright.

·The only problem is he has no way of eloquently conveying how incredibly attractive he finds you to be, so he just spits it out and runs away. If you're ever able to find him, your thanks will go a long way to helping him calm down.

#Megatron #Swerve #mtmte #sfw #hcs

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megakimathi asked:

Hello! The reader girl hugs Rung and Swerve and gives them her love :"3

liaswritesrobots answered:

Rung

💛 He's a bit shocked she you hug him at first but soon wraps his arms around you.

💛 He appreciates the kindness and love, not many people hug him so he greatly appreciates the affection.

💛 If he isn't busy and you start to hug him he'll gladly give you one in return.

💛 When he is busy though hell still give you one but it'll be more brief.

💛 He really loves the warm, squeezing hugs, they're his favorite.

Swerve

♥️ The first time you hug him he's blushy babbling mess.

♥️ He quickly gets used to it though and happily hugs you back gently since he's afraid he might accidentally hurt you.

♥️ He makes jokes about there are softer things to hug than him, but he appreciates that you want to hug him instead.

♥️ He gets a little embarrassed if you hug him in front of others because he's worried they'll start making fun of you for wanting to be close to him.

♥️ He also loves the squeezing hugs! He wants to squeeze you back but he knows better. Maybe he'll try it in his holoform sometime...

#swerve #hcs #sfw #mtmte