°♡•°Roddy°•♡°

Since both of my fanfics kind of blew up in under mins, I was shocked.

Soo, it is decided.....

From now on, I will be taking requests from you guys!

What I'll do:

- Transformers

• NSFW

• SFW

• Headcanons

• Comfort

• Angst

• Any Au

What I'll NOT do:

• Pedophile

• Incest

• Anything related to the word disgusting.

So yeah! The only fanfics I'll do is just Transformers.

(Can we become moots?, you seem really cool fr, only is ya want to ofc)

Love the eeper!

(Nautica x Red Alert fluff!!)

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Nautica sitting beside him on a berth with a datapad slowly slipping from her hands.

She’s blinking way too slowly.

Red Alert sighed softly:

“Nautica… you’re defragmenting on my shoulder.”

Nautica mumbles, not moving:

“I’m not. I’m… deeply focused.”

The datapad finally falls onto her lap.

Red Alert:

“That’s what I thought.”

He carefully plucks the datapad away and sets it aside.

Nautica leans more into him, cheek pressed to his chestplate, vents warm.

Nautica:

“You’re comfy. That’s your fault.”

Red Alert:

“I don’t think that’s—”

She shifts, snuggling closer

“…never mind. I accept responsibility.”

She gives a tiny, sleepy laugh. It vibrates against his chassis.

Her hands curl around the seam of his armor, holding onto him lightly, a habit she developed after a near-miss on the Lost Light. Red Alert notices. He always notices.

Red Alert, very quietly:

“You can recharge here. I’ll stay.”

Nautica:

“Mm… ‘course you will. You always do.”

He stiffens. Just a little embarrassed, touched, overwhelmed — then slowly wraps both arms around her. One supporting her back. One cradling her helm.

His voice lowers automatically, gentle like he’s afraid to wake her.

Red Alert:

“I like it when you fall asleep on me.”

Nautica nuzzles into him, half-conscious.

Nautica:

“Because you love me.”

Red Alert’s entire ventilation system chokes for a second.

Red Alert:

“I— well, yes. But you can’t just SAY things like that when I—”

Nautica, already drifting

“You’re warm.”

He gives up.

He kisses her helm, slow and careful, and lets his systems calm in time with her soft, steady hum.

Minutes pass. Maybe hours. He doesn’t care.

Her optics flicker once, then settle to a dim, sleepy purple.

Red Alert tightens his arms around her just a bit.

Red Alert:

“…Goodnight, Nautica.”

She doesn’t answer, she’s already gone.

And Red Alert sits there holding her like she’s the safest, loveliest thing in the universe.

[Drift my malewife mentioned 🥹]

✨How would the MTMTE members react to you doing the Tears Trend✨:

[Pt. 2!!]

[SUGGESTIVE!! But the next batch will be fluff soon!]

[Characters: Drift, Ultra Magnus, Megatron]

-Drift ⚔️

Drift wasn’t even expecting to see you on his feed — and then suddenly your face appears, soft lighting, perfect angle, and then the line hits:

“Offering to do anything, I’m like oh my God!”

He sits up straighter.

Absolutely stunned.

Then he watches it again.

And again.

His vents come out shaky, almost embarrassed.

“You posted that? For everyone to see?”

He tries to sound calm but his voice is warm and flustered.

“You… look incredible.”

A tiny pause.

“…dangerously so.”

And then, quieter, almost like he didn’t mean to let it out:

“I wish I had been the one you said that to.”

-Ultra Magnus 📑

Internally screaming, externally pretending he’s fine

Magnus sees the video by accident. He was scrolling for something very normal and very boring — and then your face appears.

You say the line.

You tilt your head.

You look confident and stunning.

Magnus stops functioning.

He stares at his device like it personally attacked him.

“…This is… very suggestive content.”

He watches it once, but the image stays burned into his processor.

He clears his throat three times before messaging you:

“You should consider… the implications of posting something like that publicly.”

A pause.

“…You looked. Very—”

He stops himself.

Reformats.

“…It was distracting.”

His field is radiating fluster.

-Megatron🩶

Pauses, rewinds, smirks

Megatron isn’t surprised by much, but when he scrolls and your video appears… he immediately pauses the feed.

He watches you say:

“Offering to do anything—”

His optics narrow.

You finish with “I’m like oh my God!”, that confident little tilt—

He rewinds it.

Once.

Twice.

A slow, deep laugh leaves him.

“You really posted this publicly.”

He leans back, thoughtful, amused, a little too pleased.

“You enjoy provoking reactions.”

Another small smirk.

“You certainly got mine.”

Then, with a voice so low you feel it in your spine:

“Next time… tag me.”

~✨Tears Trend✨~

[Rodimus, First Aid, and Swerve]

[NOTE: All of them are in a relationship with the human reader.]

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(Warning ⚠️: MOST CONTAIN VERY VERY SUGGESTIVE CONTENT!)

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Rodimus 🔥

- He was just scrolling through tiktok in his datapad, probably something that'll cure his boredom whilst in a meeting with Ultra Magnus and Megatron.

- Until, he came across your account. Totally didn't magically appear on his for you page.

- At first, you were just lip syncing to the song, which Rodimus finds it boring. He was about to scroll when suddenly..

- "Offering to do anything, I'm like: Oh My God!" Boom. It showcased a glimpse of you, in your under garments, on HIS berth. The blanket covering what's left that reveals your exposing body. Rodimus almost drooled when he caught a glimpse of the blanket hugging your soft curves.

- Rodimus bit his lip, hard. Biting back the low moans and groans that dare escape his vocaliser. Then suddenly, the room went silent. Only to be broken by Ultra Magnus that asked if Rodimus is okay, clearly concerning and mildly annoyed that the Captain wasn't listening.

- Rodimus then cleared his throat and said that he was okay, his tone leaving no argument. This made Ultra Magnus believe that Rodimus is serious. (Which Roddy isn't, he was just holding back his inner thoughts of ravaging you later on-).

- "That damn little flame.." He hissed under his breath, his self-control slowly melting. But suddenly, a small smirk formed on his faceplate. "Oh, you're definitely gonna get it soon.." he muses then he gets back to listening to the meeting. But in reality? He's just waiting till it ends.

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First Aid ⛑️

- First Aid was in the middle of writing his own fanfic, when suddenly a video popped up on his datapad. What caught him off guard was that, the thumbnail presented only says: "Surprise".

- He was skeptical at first, but pressed it anyway. Hey, go big or go home. Who knows? Maybe this video could perhaps give him more ideas on his fanfic.

- Again, he was caught off guard. You are in the video, in your robe and a towel wrapped around your hair.

- The song played in the background and you started lip syncing to the lyrics. It started off as normal, there would be short transitions where you would take the towel off your hair, brushing it and transitioning again but this time, you were doing your make up.

- And then. "Offering to do anything, I'm like: Oh My God!" Dun dun dun. It transitioned to a small clip of you, without your clothes. Blindfold covering your eyes as both of your arms are behind your back. The blanket covers some of your exposed parts, the fabric mostly hugs your curves. First Aid's visor widens as a blue hue of blush formed on his entire faceplate.

- Then it transitioned back to you, in your robe.

- "Primus, what was that..." He thought to himself. He knows that his optics don't lie. He knew what he saw and it was...hot. If only his mouth mask wasn't covering his mouth plate, you would see how he's biting his lower dermas right now.

- The poor fanfic will be on hold, for now. The medic is gripping the sides of his desk, as dirty thoughts run his processor. Primus, he wants to run his servos on your sides as he kisses your neck, a hot trail of kisses would then travel lower and lower...- SNAP OUT OF IT. FIRST AID!!

- He shakes his head, refreshing his processor. Though the heavy blue blush is still present on his faceplate. Oh boy, he can't wait for his shift to be over. So he can take good care of you.

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Swerve🍹

- Just a normal day in the bar, nothing too crazy. When suddenly, his friend Rewind eagerly wanted to show Swerve a trend that's happening.

- At first, Swerve shrugged it off. Saying it's a lame one anyways.

- "But your partner participated in this trend!" Rewind said. Then immediately Swerve changed his mind and told Rewind to show it to him.

- And so, Rewind gave him the datapad and played the video. At first, it was just you in your pajamas. Your face says that you just had skincare on. The music playing in the background as you lip sync.

- Swerve always admired you, no matter the state you are in. So when he saw that you were still in your pajamas, he couldn't help but snicker a laugh. A goofy smile formed on his faceplate that says: "That's my lover, alright."

- "Offering to do anything, I'm like: Oh My God!" A short transition where a small clip of you, in that sexy play bunny fit. Fishnets hugging your thighs as you lay onto the flat table. Spreading your legs apart a bit.

- Swerve almost screamed. As if he got jumpscared by his own shadow. He quickly covered his mouth with his servos as blush forms entirely on his faceplate.

- Rewind would then ask if he's okay? Do you think he's okay with the steam coming out of his processor right now?

- Swerve nodded yes and excused himself. (He only did that so that he can rush into your room and cover you with passionate kissing.)

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Istg the Tears Trend has taken over my fyp in tiktok. ANYWAYS!

Drops a random poem

Humans are like flowers.

It withers, but never wilts.

It decays, but never delays.

Time tends the garden unseen, yet known.

Roots remember what petals disown.

In endings, beginnings softly bloom

Life folds its grief into perfume.

Until the soil reclaims the hue,

And morning drinks the evening dew.

For every fall, a seed remains

Jetfire x Reader fic

[Warning: contains smut, semi-blugding, size difference and a hint of fluffiness in the end.)

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You have been warned.

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Ever since he left the Decepticons, he tried leaving his past behind but everytime he does, Starscream keeps on appearing on his mind.

Now he's left to wonder. How was he doing? Is Star still mad at him for leaving the Decepticons?

He couldn't tell.

These thoughts ate him alive, burying him in deep guilt.

His processor kept on going spirals...Until he felt your hand touch his shoulder.

"My love, are you okay?" You cooed.

You gently climbed onto your giant lover's shoulder, placing your hand over his cheekplate.

You were always his refuge, his one and only light. His love. His darling.

"Yes..I'm...okay, starlight." He cooed back, nuzzling against your palm and pressing a gentle kiss on it afterwards.

"Your face expression say otherwise, my love. Do tell me."

Ah, so you can read through his expression huh? Such a clever little one, he thought.

"It's...nothing. It's just that...Something in my spark just wanted to change Starscream for the better."

Jetfire sighed.

"And...maybe, we can some day have peace and be...Good friends again."

"But I know, that will never happen. Ever again."

He wish to see Starscream once more. To make up for his mistake, to prove that the Decepticons can change for the better as he did once.

But then, you gently caught him off guard by pecking his lipplates, a blush slowly forming on his cheekplates.

"Look, I know how it feels to lose someone you deeply love about. Especially if it's your best friend. But life goes on, they'll eventually have to go."

Those words made Jetfire frown a bit.

"But...I cared about him, starlight..."

"If you really care about him, you'll let him go. Let the past be the past, Jetfire. It already happend and you can't go back anymore."

Somehow, this assured Jetfire. Well, maybe just a little bit.

You're right. It did happened. It already happened. And now, there's no getting it back. Jetfire must accept the reality that no matter how hard he tries or wishes to get Starscream back as a friend, it will never happen.

Again. You kissed his cheekplate again. Then again, then again. And again.

Till it feels like you're now peppering him with kisses all over his faceplate..

"My star.."

He cooed.

Then suddenly, he placed his servos on your waist and hoisted you up.

Jetfire placed you on his lap, his gentle servo grabbing your chin and slightly tilting your head a bit.

Your face lights up when he placed his warm dermas against your cheek, doing the same as you did earlier to him.

Tracing kisses, doing little kitten licks.

"J-jetfire.."

"Hush, my spark. Let me take care of you.." He cooed as his servo gently caresses your sides. Gentle but firm strokes. Each sending chills to your spine.

His servo snaked underneath your shirt, his digit caressing and tracing lines on your tummy. His spark beats more and more as the intimacy increases.

"A-ah..! Jetfire!~" You moaned in delight. This sound alone, made Jetfire's spark beat even more fast. As if this is fulfilling his desires.

His servo continued caressing your sides, making sure you feel every single twitch of his digits.

"Jetfire..!" You squirmed under his touch.

"Shh. Like I said, let me take care of you, my star."

Then suddenly, his servo gently traveled to your lower region. Tracing the sem of your pants. Teasing it a bit before gently taking them off of you.

"Oh my..!" Your blush intensifies.

His servo twitching slightly but continued nevertheless. Jetfire made sure to be EXTRA gentle with you.

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"Oh dear, my star... you're so squirmy..! But worry not, I'll make sure that you'll enjoy every second of this."

After teasing you for awhile, his index digit finally reached the waist band of your panties. He teased it for a moment before sliding it down.

"JETFIRE!"

"I know, starlight. Shhh...I'm here."

He cooed again before gently inserting his digit in you. Your wet slick made it easier for him to insert it.

"Ah...AH..AH!" moans and groans were made as he slowly starts his pace. His index digit making sure to find the spot that makes you moan the loudest. And when he did, he makes sure to hit it.

Jetfire then adds his middle digit in. Dear Primus, his digits are already so big. Yet you wonder what would it feel like taking his cock. Or spike.

"JETFIREEEE~!!" The pleasure is too much. Two digits...inside of you. In and out of your wet slick.

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After the intense Foreplay, you can't remember how much you've came...3? 4? Hell, maybe even 5 times you came undone because of his skillful servos and glossa.

"Jetfire..." You panted.

"My my...Such a beautiful masterpiece underneath me. I wonder what other noises you can make when I finally put it in.."

In? What does he mean when he finally puts it in?

You wondered. Then you heard retracting noises.

You looked down and saw it.

His spike. The tip of it leaking pre-transfluids.

"J-jetfire.."

"Shhh.."

"I know you can take it, starlight."

He gives you one last tender forehead kiss before gently but steadily inserting the tip in your wet slick.

It wasn't even fully in yet, and here you are. Moaning like a mess, your hands desperately reaching for anything to hold on. And thats when you felt Jetfire's servo reaching for your hand. You took it and squeezed it with all your might.

"Shhh....it's okay, my star...I'm here."

He assured. Oh how you love this nerdy mech and his way of comforting you.

Almost like, he's smitten.

How cute.

You took a deep breath, closed your eyes and kissed him deeply.

The kiss is wet, sloppy even. But its passionate.

"I'm gonna put it all the way, okay starlight..?" He whispered against your lips before gently inserting his whole length.

You pulled away from the kiss just to let out a choked sob. It was both pleasing but a bit painful. But mostly pleasing.

It's your lover after all.

Before you can let out another choked sob, Jetfire kissed you again.

This time, more gentle than the last one.

His glossa seeking entrance to your mouth. You happily obliged.

Jetfire is known to be a very passionate lover. So to distract you, he kissed you oh so gently before starting his pace.

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"Ah..AH..AHHH~!" You moaned.

"I-im..close.."

"Then come, my starlight. You're so beautiful...so delicate and elegant...I love you so much.."

"I love you too, Jetfire.."

Then you felt your peak.

"JETFIRE, I-"

Then Jetfire cut you off with a kiss.

"I love you so much, my star.."

He said between the kisses.

And then...boom. you came.

Leaking and dripping on the floor.

"Jetfire.."

You pulled away from the kiss.

Jetfire almost collapsed but remained still, on top of you.

Jetfire's optics wete filled of love and tender affection.

"Are you alright, my star? Did I went rough? Oh dear Primus...I'm so so terribly sorry-"

Mwa.

You cut him off with cheek kiss.

"No, you didn't Jetfire. This was.. such an amazing experience.."

You cooed, your voice tired and sleepy.

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Now you're pampered.

Cuddles? Oh this big marshmallow is your big spoon. His arms securely around you.

Food? Honey, he's giving you the whole buffet. Expect that from now on, he'll feed you everyday.

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"Comfy?"

Jetfire said as he pulls the blanket over you. Giving you little kisses on your forehead.

"Oh definitely."

A smiled curled on both of your faces.

"Jetfire?"

"Yes, my star?"

"I love you."