Hellooo! Im A Friendly User Whos A Bit Shy, May I Vibe On Your Blog A Bit? :]

Hellooo! I’m a friendly user who’s a bit shy, may I vibe on your blog a bit? :]

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-✨anon✨

Hi anon! Absolutely, feel free to vibe as much as you’d like.

The offer of cookies is appreciated and accepted, thank you!

hi! Figured I’d throw out a request, can I request a GN!Human reader x TFP! Ratchet

maybe reader has arthritis in their knees and when the weather gets gross they have a hard time being mobile? Maybe just some comfort fluff for those of us who shouldn’t have arthritis early in life but do.

Hi!! I did my best to portray it as accurately as I could, but as I personally don’t have arthritis I do apologize if anything is inaccurate. If anything, I hope the hurt/comfort is enough :) and thank you for being my first TFP Ratchet request!! I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader

Much to your displeasure, the gloomy weather outside looked as though it wasn’t going to let up anytime soon.

You enjoyed the arid conditions of Jasper, Nevada for the express reasons of the ease of your mobility. While you would always have your uncomfortable moments, you at least took comfort in the fact that they were lesser now that you lived in such a warm, dry environment.

That was, until it began to rain.

And it kept on raining.

And it persisted for almost a week now.

The humidity caused a constant ache within you, spreading all over your body. At first you thought you could tolerate it— power through until the weather started to clear and you could feel more like yourself again. But days passed, and the throbbing pain only got worse.

You sat carefully upon the couch within the Autobot base, trying to find any position that would at least somewhat alleviate your discomfort— unsuccessfully, might you add. The kids were all out at school and the Autobots were out on their rounds scouting for energon, so there was little you could find entertainment in in no one’s company.

Well, except for Ratchet, of course.

You had opted to stay behind on most Autobot missions, so you had grown fond of the grumpy old bot. While there were some days that you felt he wanted nothing to do with you— or any of the humans, for that matter— you could tell from his soft eyes and stifled smile the very next moment he laid his optics on you that he never really meant any harm from his outbursts. He had seen plenty of pain in his life, and you knew more than anyone that sometimes you can let your pain get the better of you.

Thus why you sit quietly up on the couch upon the catwalk, sucking air in through your teeth as you shift in your seat— trying to get into a more comfortable position but immediately regretting the decision. You can hear the soft sound of Ratchet shift in his spot before the main computer module as well, and as you raise your head to see if he was looking at you, you inadvertently end up instantly locking eyes with him.

Nervously, you chuckle and turn your gaze away. “Oops,” you mumble, hoping the medic brushes it off as easily as you were trying to in that moment.

However, the doctor is not so easily swayed. “Is something the matter?” His aged voice echoes throughout the otherwise silent base.

“Hm? Oh, nothing, Ratchet,” you did your best to act as nonchalantly as possible. “We just looked at each other at the same— ack—“ you cut yourself off as another stinging pain decides to run through you— aimed at your leg, this time. Near instantly, you can hear the sound of heavy footsteps make their way closer towards you, only further evidenced by the little quakes in the earth that quickly fall in time with them. You look up from the offending pained spot to lock eyes with Ratchet once more— faceplate right up against the balcony with optical ridges furrowed in concern.

“Is it happening again?”

The Autobots were indeed aware of your condition— varying levels of their understanding of it aside. It would’ve been unfair to them to not explain it to them. But as the medic of the group, Ratchet always seemed to pay closer attention than most whenever you expressed your discomfort. You always tried to brush it off, you knew they had much bigger things to worry about than a simple human condition, why did you have to impose upon them trivial issues like that? But Ratchet always paid close attention, and soon came to learn more about your condition than anyone on the base.

First, you opened your mouth to argue. But under the gentle blue light of his optics— optics which gazed down at you with a softness you never thought you would see from the mech— you slowly closed your mouth and slumped in your seat in defeat. “…yeah,” was all you could muster up to say.

Darkness casts itself over you for just a moment, and you barely have time to process your quickly changing surroundings as you’re lifted from your seat. Ratchet had reached over the yellow railings of the catwalk and scooped you up into a hand, pulling you closer towards him. “You should have told me sooner. I can’t believe you were in such pain for so long without saying anything about it.” His tone almost sounded like he was scolding you, but in your experience in speaking with him, you know that slight frustration was just his way of showing he truly cared.

You chuckle lightly to yourself, leaning into the well-formed crooks of his palm. Natural warmth emitted itself from the metal beneath you, and already you could feel your joints alleviating themselves from their previously tight, icky feeling. “Sorry,” You shrug, and Ratchet only offers a scoff. Slowly, you’re pulled further into his frame, and you have no choice but to spread your arms wide against the mech’s chassis. Warmth surrounds you at all sides, and you melt into this unorthodox embrace. His idly running engine rumbles against you in the best way.

“You’re sure this is okay?” You ask, “I know you’re busy. I don’t want to get in the way while you work…”

“I have two servos for a reason,” Ratchet’s voice grumbles above you as he starts back towards his work station. “And no team member will ever be below top working condition, as long as I have anything to say about it.”

I love the first contact au a ton, so I was wondering if I could request something for it for Rung and a GN human reader! I'm not sure if this would count as requesting more than one character, so no worries if you dont want to write it!

Rung is tasked with looking after the human, but he's not sure it'll be a good idea to have them in his office during therapy sessions. Turns out that his patients are ok with it and respond great to having the tiny human chill out nearby during appointments, and now they're the unofficial Therapy Human.

Ooo, this was a fun concept to work with! As well as my first Rung request, thank you for that! Wanted to write something nice and fluffy rather than the cautious/hesitant vibe I usually go for when I write for First Contact, so I hope this is a pleasant surprise :) hope you enjoy!

Warnings: SFW, GN!Human!Reader, First Contact AU

Humans were unpredictable creatures, Rung quickly came to learn.

When the task of watching over you was suddenly assigned to him, all Rung could really do was hesitantly agree. The captain handed off the little creature you were into the therapist’s servo, and through his thick lenses, he could see an expression he could only describe as innocence spread all over your tiny face. Eyes opened wide, previously taking in all of the ship, now locked with Rung’s own optics. You sat quietly in the orange mech’s hold, much to his relief.

Apprehensively, with his free servo, Rung reaches out and offers a single digit. You tear your gaze away from his face and to the offered finger, tilting your head as you stare at it curiously.

“Er, it’s alright, little guy,” Rung assured you despite the fact that he knew full well you couldn’t understand. “I’ll be careful with you.”

And, as if in reply, you suddenly reached out and placed your own hand on the tip of his digit. Looking back towards Rung, you still wore that curious expression, but this time with a small smile. At the same time, the mech’s own faceplate began to break out in a little smile of his own, without his knowledge.

And so, days passed, and you stayed within Rung’s care. You took it upon yourself to make what the therapist believed to be a nest of sorts on the corner of his main work desk, but Rung found he didn’t mind. You contained whatever mess you made and quickly cleaned up after yourself, and if he had to be honest, Rung found your frequent recharge sessions as endearing. Seeing your peaceful little face relax in power down in comparison to the constant liveliness you seemed to carry about you when you were online made his spark swell with a feeling he thought he only had reserved for his personal spaceship replica model collection.

And speaking of, there was also, of course, your seemingly boundless energy during the day. You would entertain yourself easily as Rung dealt with his daily tasks, either finding something to do, or joining along with him despite not really having a clue what was going on. Eventually, the mech found that your favorite spot was high atop his shoulder, either huddled up against his neck cabling or standing tall, taking in the sights.

You liked this spot so much that you often even stayed there during therapy sessions. At first, Rung wasn’t sure how good of an idea it was to leave you there, but he soon found that you were a great addition to his sessions.

“Is that the human?” Whatever mech the ship’s therapist had been seeing for a session that day would always seem to ask.

“It is,” Rung would reply, “Rodimus has me watching over them for the time being. They’re quite evenly tempered.”

There’s typically a caution to the other mech’s face as they ponder if they should even ask the question weighing so heavily on their mind, but the kind look Rung would offer them always seemed to encourage them otherwise.

“Can I… hold them?”

And so, after Rung carefully scoops you up from your perch on his shoulder, he slowly introduces you into the other mech’s hands. You step out of the orange mech’s familiar hands, and the new set of servos you find yourself in at that time are anyone’s guess. Some days, it’s a massive pair of hands, dwarfing you entirely, yet still handling you with the utmost care as they absentmindedly rubbed at your back or stroked a digit through your hair in well intentioned curiosity. Other times, you’re in the hands of a minibot constantly cooing at you in wonder, with you barely fitting in their palm as you stand tall.

No matter how well or poorly a session seems to go, there is always one thing all of Rung’s patients seem to agree upon: having something to do with their hands as they think is a great stimulant for their processors. Thankfully, neither you or Rung seem to mind the pampering treatment you receive throughout the day, so it appears to be quite the mutually beneficial relationship.

As the final mech leaves for Rung’s last session of the day, the orange bot takes you carefully into his servos, ready to deposit you back into your spot at his desk. However, when he motions his hand down for you to hop off, you don’t budge from your spot. Rung cocks his head in confusion as you seem to scoot away from his outstretched fingers and instead… wrap your little arms around his thumb, resting your suddenly limp form against it.

Rung nearly gasps, gently pushing your body with a single digit to face him a little better— only to find you with your eyes shut, chest rising and falling in a gentle, drowsy rhythm. A relieved breath heaves itself from Rung’s intake, and with massive amounts of care, he plucks you up from your spot on his hand and carries you over to that sweet spot up against his neck between his gingery plating and his dark neck cabling. You’re quick to adjust to your new resting spot, doing your best to wrap your arms against the mech’s comparatively thick neck and folding yourself into the most comfortable position you could.

And as Rung walked about his office, cleaning up and packing work materials away for the day, his spark couldn’t help whirl with delight as he felt your little frame nuzzle up against him in security.

touch starved rodimus. I can't stop thinking about touch starved rodimus. he just seems like the physically affectionate type so I would love to request a fluffy piece between him and a human fem!reader that gets him a little emotional bc physical touch isn't something he got often before they met 🥺 sfw pls? 🥹 love ur writing<3

Anon, this was such a big brained idea. I absolutely loved writing this. I mean I love writing Roddy any chance I can get HAHA, but physical affection seems perfect for him, so this was a joy to write. I hope you enjoy :) and thank you for enjoying my writing!!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader

Rodimus was entirely unsure of himself right now.

That fact was astounding to him. He was Rodimus, captain of the Lost Light. Rodimus, capable leader, yet friend foremost. Rodimus, overall cool guy.

Yet here he was, spark pounding in his chassis in a tizzy, hesitant to even shift his weight about as he lay on his berth in his habsuite, with you laying right up against his sensitive neck cabling.

In your half-asleep daze, you paw at the thick wires, one arm doing its best to wrap around the length while the other raises itself to graze his jaw. The mech’s vents hitch— you were so close to him, not even aware of what your tiny little frame was doing to him, yet he was frozen anyway.

He could call for you, awaken you from your stupor. But that would require him to disturb you in such a rare moment of peace. Slowly— slower than he thought he had ever moved before— Rodimus turns his head from facing upwards into the ceiling, to gazing down at you. You were caught in a daze between consciousness and slumber, yet you looked so beautiful all the same.

Eventually, he moves his entire form to face you, daring to raise a servo up behind you to cup you within. In your tossing and turning, you shift upwards from his neck, all the way up to his face. Groggily, your eyes slowly peel themselves open, yet never open wider than half-lidded.

“Rodimus…?” Your voice rumbles, quiet from disuse. The captain blinks, stammering for a moment as he scrambles to reply.

“Oh, uh— yeah?” He begins, voice no higher than a whisper. “Sorry if I woke you, just try and go back to—“

His words, however, are swiftly cut off by your own movements. You run a hand down the cool, white metal of his cheek, giggling drowsily to yourself. “‘S so warm… but you’re nice an’ cool.” Then, you scooch right up against the mech’s face. You land a gentle kiss onto his top lip before scooting further upwards, the length of your body resting perfectly against his nose.

Rodimus felt as though he couldn’t even breathe. Not out of anxiety— though that definitely contributed to that fact— but rather he felt that any little motion he made would jostle you in your spot, and that you’d leave. No other person had ever gotten so close to him before, and the fact that he couldn’t scoop you up into his servos and hold you tight into his chassis was driving him crazy.

Carefully, he moves that yellow servo closer towards you, extending a single digit to run it across the length of your back in slow, repeated motions. You release a low hum in reply, only pressing your little body against him further. Your human frame was so warm, so lively and soft and squishy and—

The captain couldn’t help himself as his fingers wrapped themselves around you, pulling you down from his nose. You grunt a little in confusion, raising your head as you look around in your haze. No longer were you huddled up against the bridge of his nose, rather, you were bright back down near his dermas. Gently, the mech leaned in, placing a kiss on the side of your face that nearly took up the entire expanse of your head.

The feeling of his dermas on your face was an odd sensation, to be sure. They weren’t as hard as the outer layers of his armor plating, but not nearly as malleable as the small bits of protoform peeking through it all. It was certainly gentle, however, despite how you could feel the rush of air move in and out of his intake through the part in his lips.

Still somehow not awake enough to even ask what brought about this sudden behavior, you merely giggle to yourself some more, playfully pushing away at his dermas as they continue to press themselves over you. Unbeknownst to you, that only caused Rodimus’ spark to flutter ever further in its chamber. The feeling of your little hands up against him barely registered themselves into the systems of his nervecircuits, yet they were there all the same.

With the hand that encircled you, he raises a thumb up and over your head, running down the length of your hair in the same repeated movements as he did to your spine mere moments ago. “You’re so cute,” he murmurs, though the proximity makes his voice rumble through your entire self. “What did I do to deserve someone like you?”

You only chuckle in reply, pulling yourself away from his lips and back up towards his nose. Though the mech wished he could just kiss you more, he released his hands enough for you to move. “Like that’s even a question,” you drawl, extending an arm to run up and down the bridge of his pure white nose. “‘Cause you’re Rodimus, duh.”

The captain’s spark felt as though it was going to burst then and there. He couldn’t help but laugh as he once again wrapped his hands around you, gently cupping you as close to himself as he could. He could only do so much with your tiny frame, but he knew that rubbing another digit along the length of your body would suffice.

“You know what? You’re right. Why did I even ask?”

*ahem* so I see you like size difference and wanna scream about it so please do.

Like idk maybe your favorite thing about it?

WHY YES I WOULD LOVE TO SCREAM ABOUT IT THANK YOU FOR ASKING 😀

HAHA but in all seriousness actually being asked this was a pleasant jumpscare so thank you Tag! I hope we can continue to have conversations about this enlightening topic 😌

So my favorite thing about it, hmm… I think I just love the idea that the bigger character has so much power over the smaller one, intentionally or not. With just the wrong movement, the smaller one could get hurt or worse. Yet despite that, there’s such big trust between the two of them that the smaller one doesn’t worry that they’ll get hurt, because they trust their bigger companion and know that they’ll be careful with them, and if something does happen they know it’s unintentionally.

And with that trust, there are many benefits to having a giant friend! Which leads into another favorite thing of mine about it: the bigness of it all, for lack of a better descriptor. Feeling such usually trivial things at such a scale that shakes you up entirely.

A single hand, longer than your entire body, able to cradle you protectively with such care. You can feel the warmth emitted naturally from the palm and fingers around you, enveloping you without even having to try. Maybe they even reach with their fingers to rub gently into you, assuring you of their presence and comfort— as if you could ever forget it when you were around them.

Laying flat against a wide chest, the world rising up and down as your giant friend beneath you merely breathes. Their lungs expanding and reducing from within them being enough to move your entire worldview. You can hear the sound of their heart pumping inside them— a constant, rhythmic beat of the shifting of their blood and the flesh of the muscle as large as yourself. Every pulse sends a vibration through you, the pattern of it lulling you into security.

Or even sitting up on their shoulder, leaning against their neck. You can feel every little movement as their merely turn their head about. Feel the muscles of their neck shift and contract as they swallow. Feel the deep rumbles of just them speaking run through your little body. Not to mention the incredible view— watching the world race past you as they merely walk at a relaxed pace.

Just stuff like that I find really cool HAHA. Though I haven’t thought about it as much, I know there is definitely cool aspects about it from the bigger character’s perspective as well!

This ended up being longer than I intended it to be, but I’ve loved this concept for literally as long as I could remember HAHA. Hope that answers your question! I’d love to hear your thoughts on it too :D

Oh yeah also forgot to say this shot also made me spontaneously combust in my seat