Oh my goddddd.. I wasn't gonna toss more thoughts at you with your inbox so full, but I HAD to mention... Metroplex becoming "tiny" too. Maybe he's the size of a normal cybertronian or something now, not exactly small, but he can actually hold and talk to his caretaker 😭
(and maybe finally get that full bath and spa treatment while it's manageable!)
Sure!
Mass Displacement Mayhem- Soft AU
Metroplex x Reader
• How does a freaking city just disappear? Staring at where your assignment had been sprawled in his altmode, you feel dread twist through you to knot in your gut. Did he just transform and walk off? Really don’t want to think about the massive Titan going for a stroll. Would he even notice people? Probably not. You only notice ants if you bother to look down. This can’t possibly be your fault somehow, right?
• Turning at the sound of a cracking branch, you stare up at a big, unfamiliar bot. Had thought they all got hit with whatever happened to shrink the others on base, so maybe this is a newcomer? “Hi?” You call out, fingers flexing on the handle of your cart. Who’s this guy? He’s just staring down at you, frowning slightly. “You’re new, right?” Maybe this one doesn’t understand your language, yet? Smile wavering as the big mech takes a step forward, you back up. He’s got the red badge. Those are supposed to be nice guys. Aren’t they? Swearing and abandoning your cart when he reaches for you, you gasp when you’re grabbed.
• You’re still so small, but at least he can see you with his own optics. Feel your warmth, your softness struggling in his hands. Afraid. But you don’t know him like this, do you? Cupping you in his hands, he brushes a servo against your little body and you fall over in his palm, staring up at him. You’ve taken such good care of him, asking nothing in return. Spoken to him, made sure he had energon.
• Heart hammering, you flinch when he lifts you toward his face and you close your eyes. They don’t eat people. They don’t. And his mouth presses against your body. Over and over. Is he kissing you? Flattened against his palm as he keeps brushing his lips against you, the big mech rumbles and his chin rubs you. Before a thought occurs you. The other aliens all shrank. What if yours did, too? “Metroplex?” Feel the mech venting against you to wash warm air over you.
• Spark aching when you say his name, he shifts you higher and you lay a tiny hand on his face, staring up at him. Optics shuttering, he slowly leans his head against you. Because you know him. See him. “Hi,” you whisper a hand sliding against his chin as he nudges you gently with his head, servos shifting against you. “We need to get you in the walls, everyone else is tiny and helpless,” you tell him and he reluctantly pulls his hand away so he can see you reclined in his hands.
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With caretakers who have larger mechs (like Metroplex, Devastator, Omega Supreme, etc etc) the mass displacement issue stories are perfect for their human and then. They finally can get a chance to spike their humans. Especially metroplex, he can actually by intimate without using his drones.
He’s still huge, but he’s sized to a regular Cybertronian now at least so there are possibilities 🔞 MDNI Mass displaced mech 🌶️
Mass Displacement Mayhem- Soft AU- Needy
Metroplex x Reader
• Feeling you shift in his hand, his servos flex slightly. Brushing against you because he can’t help himself. Spent so long starved for contact. Needing to hear a voice, feel a field humming against his own. But no one saw him. Except you. And at this size, he’s not burning energon just by existing, he’s more alert. More active. How long does he have until he goes back to normal? You’ve been trying so hard to court him even though he hasn’t been able to respond. But now? Would you even accept him? A conjunx so massive you could live inside his walls. Get lost inside him. Why would you want him?
• Bracing your palms against his huge hands when Metroplex suddenly stands, he’s walking through the base with you as you look up at him. Really hadn’t expected him to look like that, his face alien but handsome. And he’s lifting his cupped hand as he walks, mouth brushing your body and you think he must be lonely. You’ve never seen any of the other Cybertronians come visit him. Talk to him. Does anyone talk to him besides you? It hurts when he’s so gentle that he’s so alone. Feeling and hearing him rumbling as his face brushes you, he vents to stir your hair and clothes. Sitting slowly among the trees and you realize he’s left the base. Brought you somewhere quiet as he nuzzles against you, those optics staring up at you. The need in them almost overwhelming.
• How long does he have until this ends? Until he’s trapped again in a body so starved for energon he can barely move? Moving carefully, gently, he brushes a servo down your body, lingering against your chest as your field washes into him. Would you let him have a moment? Something to tide him over in his lonely existence? It feels so greedy to ask to touch you, to taste you. To feel you shatter in his hands. Maybe bonding is too much to ask, trapping you like he’s trapped, but could he touch you? Head lowering, it’s so hard when you’re so small still. Mouth brushing your jaw, neck, and shoulder.
• Something’s shifted, your face flushing as his mouth moves against your body, his servos brushing you more deliberately. A part of you wondering things you probably shouldn’t, but how can you not when you’ve heard the whispers. Know that there are a few interspecies couples already. How would that even work with a bot his size, though? Even now, he’s huge. That servo slides down over your belly, against the inside of your thigh and there’s a question in his lonely expression. Hand lifting, you inhale shakily and pull down the zipper on your coveralls. Hear his rumbling engine noise change, deepening to almost a purr. And you’re not sure if it’s your own loneliness that motivates you or pity, but you want this.
• Mouth sliding against your little body as you strip out of your layers for him, his glossa slides against you. And you make a noise that has his spike stirring as he nuzzles between your thighs and you spread them wider for him. Letting him in as he growls and presses his mouth more firmly against you. Glossa stroking you, he groans as his servos curl to find skin. Letting your field wash pleasure into him as you move against his glossa with a ragged noise. Spike pulsing behind his plating, it’s releasing to pressurize when you gasp his name.
• Can’t believe you’re doing this, hips bucking and grinding against his glossa, chasing the friction you need even as you hollowly ache. The tip sliding against you over and over, but too big to sink inside you. Squirming in his hand as he growls, debta grazing your belly as he keeps mouthing and lapping at you, but now he’s rocking faintly, optics shuddered. Head turning to look over the edge of his hand at the dizzying drop, you stare at his free hand fisting his spike, pumping himself. Chasing pleasure just like you are.
• Groaning as you tremble, moaning his name, you’re coming apart for him and he’s hurting to be inside you. Servo sliding over the head of his spike as his movements get rougher, his glossa strokes against you, tasting you. His whole frame straining, shuddering as he overloads, but the release feels empty when he wants you. Cheek brushing your body, it’s an effort to not slide his servo through his release. To not slick you with it as you come down from your high. You gasp out a word he doesn’t understand, your own face brushing his, a little hand on his bottom lip and he gives in to the deviancy. Slides a servo over the head of his spike before sliding it against your slick core, feeling your hips tilt slightly into his touch. Giving him permission as he gathers up more of his release and slicks it against you, your hips moving lazily against his servo.
I don’t think think many people talk about how much servos, and faceplates mean for cybertronians, since those are the parts that are swapped during empurata to “lobotomize” them, which just strips them if not all then the majority of their emotions and that the bots who are on the larger scale produce more more heat like crazy , imagine a big ass boiler but one that demands more affection and cuddling as someone who has joints that ache pretty often heat helps best, or if you were to have a fever you shouldn’t be that surprised to find yourself one day wrapped in a blanket like a cat at would be at the veterinarian and placed directly over their spark chambers, or in the palms of their servos!, or anywhere near their engines to let your body absorb all the heat they emit, it helps them be more at ease to figure something out to ease some of your pain even by a little.
They know they can’t do much, a big frame means less way to show you just how big their feelings are.
Like I would kill to just lay on the faceplate of one of the bigger bots and just nuzzle there in a fetal position while I am being warmed up both literally and figuratively.
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Okay I originally made this for a random reblog, but its too cute to not share with everyone.
Optimus, Bluestreak, and a holoform form of Metroplex are sending yall lots of love. Don't forget to stay hydrated, recharge, and take time to enjoy your hobbies. They hope your human holidays are good and you get to see those that you love, be it family, friends, pets, or even figures like them. Til all are one! ❤️🩶🤍
