(she/he)(25)
Slaps top of my own head. This baby can hold so many f/os
Avid selfshipper. My reblogs are a mess, I do reblog nsfw so scroll at your own risk
Current f/os are Ratchet, Starscream, and Blurr (Undertone too but nobody fucking knows him)
I reblog about other characters too cuz for me the line between friend and lover is practically nonexistant
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I’ve been posting Inktobers (as well as other art) on my main art blog ame-art, so I apologize for the lack of activity here. If you’re interested in what my non-tf art is like, well you know where to go~
I’ll eventually get back to drawing Transformers, I haven’t forgotten about this fandom!
Revel pls give me a rude tfp Optimus Prime for my birthday please please please please please please please
I love your stories, I hope you're doing well!
Happy birthday! 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
Roleplay
TFP Optimus x Reader
• Struggling to try and get your wrists free where they’re tied together over your head, you squint when the lights come on to dazzle you and the massive mech strides your way, optics narrowed and battle mask in place to look dangerous and intimidating. Angry. “How long have you been spying for the Decepticons?” He demands as you huff out a breath. “No more tears? No arguing that it wasn’t you?” He growls as you go up on tiptoe to try and ease the strain on your shoulders and wrists. ‘Would it do any good?’ You ask. And his optics soften as he mass shifts and reaches to touch your arm. “Do you want to stop? Or I could get some longer rope?” He worriedly asks, breaking character and you smile, shaking your head.
• “I’m fine. My arms are just aching a bit, though,” you reassure him and he retracts his battle mask. ‘Are you sure you don’t want to take a break?’ He asks, hands cupping your sides and you give him an amused look. “You think I’ll tell you anything?” You demand, smiling faintly and biting your lip. Wanting to keep going apparently. Venting, his servos flex on your hips. ‘Who were you passing Intel to?’ He growls, getting back into character and you scoff. ‘You’re going to give me everything,’ he rumbles as you laugh in his face.
• “You can’t touch me. It goes against your Autobot code,” you counter, smirking up at him as he rumbles dangerously. And if you’re honest with yourself, you’re surprised he’d agreed to this game even if it had been very reluctantly. The big mech still looking worried as he hooks a servo in your pants and pulls them and your underwear down. ‘You sure about that? Who’s your contact? What have you passed along to them?’ He growls, voice roughening to make you shiver because this is such a change up from him handling you like you’re made of glass.
• Cupping your butt to lift you and take the strain off your arms, he releases his spike to pressurize. “Still okay?” He asks softly and your head falls back as you shake with laughter to make him smile in embarrassment. ‘You don’t have to keep checking. This is why we have a safe word, remember?’ You tease and he clears his vents, letting the head of his spike slide against you. “I know,” he murmurs, sinking into your slick heat with a groan and feeling your legs wrap around him. Likes to be sure, though. “Talk,” he growls, giving his voice a hard edge as his hips pump.
• “Make me,” you moan breathlessly as his hips snap against you, spike driving deep. Toes curling as you hang there, head back and arms bound over your head, you feel his servos tighten on your hips. Being rougher than normal with you and it feels amazing. Gasping his name as he thrusts, you try to stay in character as he snarls demands for information, but you’re winding up. Too distracted by the feel of him stretching you. Heels digging into his aft, you’re trembling as his venting grows ragged, his rumbling getting more aggressive. Like he’s enjoying this game, too.
Thinking about bots obsessing over humans' biological responses. During foreplay like hmm wait a sec i got an idea...then they slap a load of skin patches on the human's chest. Getting increasingly worked up not just feeling but reading their heart rate surge. Audio feedback letting them hear the rush of blood, air being dragged in and released faster and faster, their bones moving as their ribcage contracts and expands, temperature soaring.
Likewise their human is caught up in the rumble of their engines, the way their biolights pulse, the hum of electricity and cogs whirring under their plating.
So enamoured with how different yet similar their physiologies are like two sides of the same coin.
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As always an excellent work of @isdantah. She managed to capture all the tension of the scene that I tried to put in writing and, as always, did an excellent job!!
Ratchet abandons the companions during a direct Decepticon attack on the Ark causing Ultra Magnus' fury that, by destroying the doctor's bedroom door, the only place that was soundproofing, Magnus brought the biggest secret to Ratchet: he is a Sire of a young Seekerling tricolor he created inside the Ark for years without anyone finding out, which causes shock among the Autobots, especially in Optimus Prime who had no idea that Ratchet was a Sire. Years of secrecy came to light because of an act of rage by Ultra Magnus that, without knowing it, ended up generating a sequence in chains
You can read it here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/85770121/chapters/226687571
Hello revel! How are you today? Hope you have a wonderful day! And I also got mixed confused why is there two revels acc until i realized its you lol
Which means... is it okay if we get some tfa ratchet spicy? There's hasn't any contents of him x reader which is sad since hes always has been my favorite in the animated series. That poor old rust bucket needs some love too.
Like, let that old man frag his human! Xd
XD yep, I have two blogs now 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️ reminder, I’ll be putting the etsy shop in vacation mode until the 1st since I’ll be gone next week and only back about five days before I’m gone again. I’d forgotten I needed to do that today until a couple of orders came in and reminded me 🤣
Needy
TFA Ratchet x Reader
• Grunting online when you smack him in the face with a hand, his head lifts. Rumbling as your leg slides out from under your blanket, you’re sprawled on your back and still asleep. Had quickly figured out that if he doesn’t spoon you while you sleep and keep an arm firmly around you, that you move around a lot. Reaching for you to drag you back to him, you’re rolling onto stomach to flash him your bare butt when the blanket gets caught under you.
• And his spike immediately stirs, aching to pressurize. It doesn’t help that even after cleaning you and himself both up last night, you still scent of him. Of your need and his release. That a deviant part of him likes the way his excess looks on your skin. “Give me strength,” he growls softly, staring at your slightly parted thighs and remembering how you feel wrapped around his spike. The sounds you make. Had thought he was too old to lose all self control like some of the younger mechs had with their humans. But you’d proved that theory wrong the first night he’d claimed you. Grimacing at himself, he cups you, spearing a servo inside you and you make a soft noise that his spike releasing and pressurizing.
• Confused as heat and need spread through you, it takes you a minute to figure out what’s happening. Moaning against your arm as Ratchet thrusts a servo inside you, curling it to make you squirm. “Doc,” you groan, pushing back against his palm, trying to chase pleasure as your body aches hollowly and tightens on his servo. “Wait,” you whimper in protest when he slips his servo free, but then he’s pushing up onto his knees behind you, hands on your waist to lift your lower body where he wants you as you get slid closer to him on the berth. ‘Sorry,’ he growls, rough voice more growl than normal and you have no idea what he’s apologizing before. Because you definitely don’t mind being woken up this way. Toes curling at the faint burn of his spike stretching you, he rumbles, hips pumping.
• Servos tightening on you as his hips snap, he can’t ignore the guilty feeling for waking you up just because he needed you. Staring at your fingers fisting the blankets as he claims you, he grimaces. As good as you feel like this, he needs to see your face. To watch you come apart. To know that you know who’s inside you. Reluctantly pulling out, his lips twitch at the scandalized way you gasp his name. Like you think he’s stopping. Flipping you onto your back, his servos grips on your hips and waist, aware of how much smaller you still are even when he’s mass displaced. That fact reminding him to be gentle.
• Back arching as he sinks deep again, your shoulders and the back of your head slide in the blankets as his hips pump. And you can’t look away from his optics as he watches you, his lips slightly parted and denta flashing. That rumbling growling of his getting louder as his hips snap, fans cycling on. There’s no pretending he’s anything other than alien right now no matter how human he acts. Servos tightening on you, you tremble as you get close, hips up and unable to move the way you want as he gets a tiny bit rougher until you’re crying out his name as you come apart and he shudders, driving deep and rocking urgently against you until he’s overloading with a groan to fill you. Trembling when sensitivity, you whimper when he lazily starts thrusting again, optics hooded at the wet sound your body makes taking his and you feel his excess running down the crease of your thigh, making a mess.
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Today is really just realizing there's a ton of art I forgot to post to tumblr, or if I did I can't find it here at least, oops! Here's a Vash in Trigun Stampede style I did for a flower charm awhile back, with geraniums~!
Under the cut is the backside with Stampede spoilers implied