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What would the Transformers one bots' reaction be like when they meet a Bot that can transform into a dragon?

Hmm, this is interesting… LETS DO IT YEAAH

[ TRANSFORMERS ONE CAST MEETING GN!READER ]

[ tfone x cybertronian!gn!reader ] + [ orion pax, d16, b127, elita-one ]

READER INTRO

Basically the reader’s alt-mode is a dragon. They are a higher guard for Sentinel that never punishes the miners. The reader prefers to just give warnings by scaring the miners with their alt-mode and is very kind and chill about it.

HEADCANONS

Orion Pax

When Orion was invading an off-limited building, you were sent to chase him down. When you both were in a spacious and empty room and you were able to corner Orion, that’s when you took your chance and changed into your alt-mode, growling deeply.

Honestly, Orion was in absolute awe. He already looked up to you beforehand because of your chill behaviour but now he absolutely adores you.

”Woah… You look amazing!”

D16

You were chasing D16 down after he skipped a mining shift with Orion. Surprisingly this miner was fast and somewhat witty, turning corners sharply and tricking you. This pissed you off like crazy and you decided to turn into your alt-mode and grab him, roaring into his face.

D16 just stayed still in your grasp, shaking in fear. He felt like terror just flashed before his optics. You transformed back into your original form and smiled, patting his back. Suddenly D16’s face was tinted with a light blue and he just scoffed, to him you looked mesmerising.

B127

Bumblebee was climbing out of the trash-chute alone, trying to free himself from constant isolation. You were on a break, roaming around and saw him climbing for his sanity. You slowly went up to him and grabbed his arm, throwing him onto the ground and suddenly transforming into your alt-mode.

You roared at his face and dropped him, smirking with your massive metallic fangs out. Bumblebee slowly placed a hand on your face and stared at you with absolute awe.

Elita-one

The alarm blurred the surrounding sounds and Elita came out unscathed but panicked out of the closing cave. You ran up to Elita to check on her, trying to wave your servo infront of her and trying to talk to her directly. Realising that shock can basically paralyze somebody mentally, you needed to wake her up.

You transformed into your alt-mode and growled gently in her face, trying to wake her up in a softer way. You poked her chassis with your massive claw and she woke up from her daze. Your metallic scales melted her into admiration and seemingly she was stuck in another session of shock.

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It just hit me that the road to Optimus becoming a house husband will need one instance of assistance from Fowler or whatever agent could assist in one important ask. Somehow managing the LEGALITIES of being able to marry that alien, because you KNOW that "Mrs. Prime" nickname still hasn't left Optimus' mind!

JKFBWIODD QNDMQ THIS SO CUTE WHAT????

However, a conversation between Optimus and Fowler about making the nickname Mrs. Prime a reality would be absolutely hilarious to witness live. An alien who doesn’t have any form of identification, no paperwork whatsoever, and isn’t subject to Earth’s legal system wants to marry a human and is asking for forged documents??? And he’s dead serious about it because he dreams of becoming a house husband? Fowler is not getting paid enough for the alien bullshit he has to deal with… but don’t worry, he’ll sort everything out for you two anyway. After all, Optimus has saved Earth from destruction countless times without ever asking for anything in return — he deserves this wedding <3

btw, Optimus definitely keeps his wedding ring by his spark at all times <3 It’s far too precious to him, and under no circumstances does he want to risk damaging it

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I love the idea of being super fluffy with Opti like giving him flowers, singing slngs for him, or surprise him with energon in his berth. I feel like he'd be so flustered and would try to hide it and aaaaaa I need to spoil him and watch him blush

i love seeing readers in character dominatied fields

And this is so real, Oppy truly deserves some adorable acts of service from you <3

to add a few more ideas for making Optimus flustered and shy: ask him to dance, cover him with a blanket, kiss his servo, polish his paint in hard-to-reach spots, and my personal favorite —personal car wash done by you<3

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I've been playing Animal Crossing New Horizons lately. I highly think Optimus would enjoy gaming with his s/o together! Planting, building, fishing, etc. Aaaah, it would be so cute!

g-gamer Optimus???? Prime, don’t be shy drop the name of your Twitch channel so I can watch you wear pink cat-ear headphones <3

While I don’t think Optimus would necessarily be an active participant in gaming with you because, let’s be real, he’s an old man whose gaming experience probably stopped at Candy Crush, he would definitely be happy to watch you play. Especially relaxing simulators like Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley (my beloved <3). And he’d be more than willing to listen to your commentary, even if he doesn’t understand most of the terminology, simply content with the fact that you want to talk to him and are doing so with so much excitement and passion. But the moment you start fishing, he’ll activate like a sleeper agent. Being dad-coded transcends species I guess.

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I may finish this??

Based off this

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bug trouble (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you have faced some of the worse Decepticons/Autobots with them, so your fear of little organic insects mystifies them

warnings - the Bots and Cons shoot at/step on/crush the spiders, some of them by accident

a/n - i don't condone killing anything but in my opinion this is how they would solve it, as battle-hardened warriors

OPTIMUS PRIME

Optimus and the team had just come back from another dangerous and tiring mission to stop the Decepticons from getting their servos on a relic. The base was suspiciously quiet, and they were sure that you and the other humans hadn't followed them through the ground bridge this time.

So where were you?

Ratchet was at his usual station, chuckling to himself, which earned suspicious looks from Arcee, Bulkhead and Bumblebee.

"Ratchet?" Optimus called. "Where are the children?"

The medic turned to the returned team, "At this point, I don't know. (Name) screamed randomly, and they scattered."

"And you haven't even tried to find them?" Arcee crossed her arms.

"I was just doing that now," Ratchet replied.

"Then why were you giggling like a little girl?" Bulkhead asked.

Optimus walked over to check the screens, spotting you in one of the camera feeds. You were in one of the relic containment units, running around the platform holding the relic, frantically. The Prime immediately turned and walked to that room, leaving the others to bicker. When he opened the unit, you screamed and ran past him, sobbing hysterically.

A little black thing with eight legs was following behind you.

(Name)," the Prime called, "Wait."

He followed you, back to the main area where you circled around Bulkhead and ran back to him, trying to scale his leg. Optimus bent down and lifted you up.

"My love, what is that following you? And why are you afraid?"

"It's a spider!" You wailed, "And it's got eight creepy legs and six creepier eyes!" You shivered. "Stuff of nightmares, really." Tears still streamed down your face.

Optimus looked back down at the arachnid, which was hesitating to follow you up his leg. Arcee shivered as well, the sight of the spider reminding her of her worst enemy.

"I shall get rid of it," the Prime handed you to Arcee before reaching down to pick up the arachnid. It crawled onto his digit, and in his attempt to grab it with his other servo he accidentally crushed it. "Oops."

You shivered when he reached for you again, "Optimus, I love you but if you touch me with the remains of that infernal thing on your servos, I will jump out of your hands and accept my fate."

The Prime was even more confused, but complied and only reached for you when he had cleaned his servos. You happily returned to him, relaxing in his hold.

"You have faced the likes of Starscream and a zombie Skyquake," he looked at you, "Yet you fear a little earth arachnid?"

You pouted, "Did I mention the eight legs and six eyes?"

Optimus was still confused, but comforted you nonetheless. He held you and stroked your back soothingly with one digit, telling you about their mission to distract you. It worked, for the most part.

BUMBLEBEE

All Bumblebee wants to do after a long day of fighting Cons is to sit and have you curl up to him as you watch a movie. The feeling of you against him always calms him, and never fails to destress him after a mission.

Unfortunately, when the team got back there was no sign of you or Jack, Miko and Raf. Only a giggling Ratchet, which set off alarm bells in Bee's processor.

The scout beeped a few times, asking the medic where you were.

"I did not know myself," Ratchet replied, "Until I took a look at our surveillance systems." He stepped aside to show the team.

Bumblebee spotted you immediately, and he immediately grew concerned. You were on his berth in his berthroom, shaking and frantically looking around but otherwisd stuck there for the time being.

The scout beeped worriedly, rushing off to save you from whatever horror was in his berthroom. When he opened the door, he saw something black with multiple legs scuttling around the room, and you were sobbing on his berth.

"Bumblebee!" You cried out when you saw him. "Blasters out, please!"

He beeped, asking why, and when you pointed to the arachnid on the floor he asked, Why do you want me to shoot something so small? It seems harmless. When you burst into even more tears, he quickly corrected himself, I mean, you've gone up against Starscream and Knock Out! Why does this thing scare you?

"Bumblebee please!" You begged, "I'll explain after, please just get rid of it!"

The scout obliged, blasting the arachnid to bits before coming closer, picking you up. You offered him rushed, relieved thank you's, before promptly burying yourself in his neck cables.

"It's got eight creepy legs," you complained to him, still shivering. "And six even creepier eyes. I hate them so much. I won't sleep for the next few nights."

Bumblebee beeped again, I will always protect you.

"I know...but these creepy crawlies..." You shivered again. "I would rather get kidnapped by Knock Out than face one of these again."

Bumblebee whined, Don't say that!

You laughed, kissing his faceplate, "Thank you, my hero."

His chassis puffed out in pride.

KNOCK OUT

Starscream could be very annoying, this much you knew. He often got on Knock Out's nerves, more so than the doctor let on. But there were apparently no limits to heeled Decepticon's cruelty, because somehow he had found out about the human fear arachnophobia.

Because now the eight-legged abomination was scuttling around Knock Out's lab, stranding you on the tool table.

This was how the medic found you, on your hands and knees peering over the edge of the table. You were trembling, something he'd never seen you do. There was a wild, fearful look in your eyes that didn't match your usual behaviour, and Knock Out looked around.

"Am I missing something?"

You screamed and fell backwards, chest heaving, "Knock Out! Don't scare me like that!"

"You were scared long before I got here, sweetheart. What's the problem?"

"You don't see it?"

Your eyes once again landed on the floor, glued to something that was moving. He looked down, his optics narrowing in on the small, furry eight-legged creature.

"What is that?"

"A spider!" You shuffled back on the table. "Please get rid of it!"

The mad doctor looked confused, "You've come with me to battle Autobots, and have stood in the middle of our fights, but you afraid of something so tiny?"

You glared at him, "Count its legs and eyes before you judge!"

He sighed, but got rid of the arachnid by stepping on it. Then he proceeded to complain about getting his pede messed, and you face-palmed. At least you were calm now and no longer shaking, so he decided to ignore that.

"How did a spider even get on the ship?" He asked you, scooping you up and placing you on his shoulder - something he seemed to enjoy.

"Take one guess."

"Screamer?" He already knew the answer without your confirmation.

"Mhm."

Knock Out didn't take kindly to anyone messing with what belonged to him. Especially if it was his precious little human. So the next time Starscream needed repairs, you laughed when you heard his repair had malfunctioned, knowing that the mad doctor had purposely sabotaged it.

SMOKESCREEN

Every time Smokescreen thought he had found out all he needed to know about the human race, he was smacked in the helm with something new. He hadn't even considered that you had fears, since he had seen you face Decepticons and not even flinch.

Yet here you were, screaming murder and running away from a little black thing with eight furry legs. The rest of the team looked up from their positions, Miko's face paling as she took off as well.

"What's that?" Smokescreen looked at Bumblebee, confused.

Bumblebee beeped a few times, explaining that spiders were eight-legged, six-eyed arachnids that freaked you and Miko out like nothing else.

Smokescreen looked at you again, before going over and picking you up. He didn't understand your fear, but he didn't want you to feel scared when he was right there.

"It's okay, I got it!"

He tried stepping on it, but it scuttled away. He set you down on his shoulder and tried to grab it, which made you yelp and attempt to scale down his back.

"No no no!" You kept muttering, shivering and shaking like you were in some kind of horrible trance.

"It's so small!" He grit his dentae, reaching for it again. "This thing isn't as scary as some Decepticons." He meant well. He just sometimes said stupid things.

"I would rather fight Starscream again than be around that thing!" You cried, climbing as far back as possible as he finally got a hold of it. You slipped and fell off his shoulder, but Smokescreen's reflexes were great. He caught you in his other servo.

"Uh, Smokescreen? Not a good idea," Arcee watched as your whole body went rigid when the spider escaped his grip and crawled along his arm.

You screamed so loudly you might have damaged his audials, but he realised his mistake and quickly handed you to the nearest Autobot as he frantically looked all over his body, trying to locate the infernal creature. He managed to get it, but only after he sped out of the base to remove it outside, to prevent you and Miko from passing out.

When he got back, you shivered but allowed him to pick you up again, and he grinned, "I don't understand it, but if it scares you it's probably bad, right?"

You smiled.

WHEELJACK

Wheeljack is pretty fearless, so you often feel intimidated by him and insecure about your own fears. You never told him about your deathly fear of arachnids, and he never asked. He assumed you were like him, not scared of anything.

That is, until today.

When he got back from a mission with Bulkhead, he immediately sought you out. Even Miko was missing, which the green Autobot found strange.

"Where's (Name) and Miko?" Wheeljack asked Raf and Jack, who were playing a racing videogame.

Jack shrugged, "Haven't seen them since we got here after school."

That was even more odd. Usually you would be here waiting for him to get back from wherever if he wasn't here. Then, moments later, a scream rang out through the base. Wheeljack recognised that as yours and took off towards the sound.

When he found you, he stopped dead.

You were running in circles around his berth, looking over your shoulder. He tried to spot what was apparently chasing you, and only did so when the thing scuttled out from behind his berth, in the direction you were headed. You screamed again and changed directions.

"What is that?" Wheeljack asked, confused on why you were so terrified.

"Spider!" You wailed, running to him and hiding behind his massive leg. "Kill it!"

He raised a big metal eyebrow, "You're scared of that tiny thing? You've faced vehicons and Dreadwing with me and that little creature is what's shaking you?"

You groaned, "I knew you would judge! Where's Bulkhead?"

"Okay, okay, no need for that," he grumbled and picked you up, setting you carefully on his shoulder before kicking the arachnid, sending the dreaded creature flying and hitting the wall. It crumpled, laying on its back and curling inwards.

"Thanks," you sighed in relief, but still looked tense. "Now get rid of it."

"It's dead."

"Dead and no less creepy!" You protested.

"Yeah, yeah." He rolled his eyes, but got rid of the dead spider. When he got back, he watched you carefully. "You good now?"

"Much better," you confirmed, but still looking like you had seen a ghost.

"Come here."

Wheeljack wasn't a cuddler, but he figured the best thing to do as your boyfriend was get in some snuggles to soothe you. And maybe, MAYBE he enjoyed it too, but Primus forbid he ever admit that out loud.

SOUNDWAVE

Like Knock Out, Soundwave didn't understand how an earth creature got on the ship. And since you seemed so horrified, he concluded that you didn't bring it with you.

He was aware the second you're terrified, as predicted, so you didn't have to scream and cry for help. You just hid wherever you could, and waited for the silent Decepticon to find you.

He stopped his work to come check on you, and to deal with the cresture that was inspiring such fear. Once he's in his berthroom, it's not hard for him to locate the arachnid, and he got Laserbeak to carry it out and drop it off the Nemesis.

He then scanned his room for you, finding you in a little crevice under his berth. He coaxed you into coming out, tilting his helm as if asking why you were afraid of such a little thing.

You shivered, your eyes scanning the room before looking at him, "They're scary. Did you see how many eyes and legs it has??" You shivered again.

Soundwave patted the top of your head, comfortingly. Then he tilted his helm again, words appearing on his visor, You have been through far worse, encountering the Autobots and other Decepticons.

"I know but these things are the stuff of nightmares!" You complained. "I would rather fight any Cybertronian than be in a room with one of these again..."

He nodded in understanding, not quite understanding your logic there but there but nonetheless agreeing. Whatever made you less scared was preferred, after all, he didn't like seeing how terrified you had been.

Feeling better? Popped up on his visor.

You nodded, calming down, "Much. Thank you."

He displayed a red heart.

SHOCKWAVE

Shockwave was used to dark, confined spaces with rodents and other creatures scuttling around. He had been stuck on Cybertron for years, after all. So he doesn't think much of it when an earthly creature finds its way aboard the Nemesis.

Until it starts to bother you.

He walked into his lab one day to see you on your hands and knees on his tool table, peering over the side. He instantly noticed the slight tremble of your small form, and approached you cautiously.

"What is the matter?"

You screamed and jumped despite his careful approach, turning to him with wide, frightened eyes before snapping them back to whatever was on the floor.

"There's a spider!"

"I do not understand."

You turned back to him, but your eyes flickered to the ground every so often, "These earth creatures with six eyes and eight freaky legs."

Shockwave nodded in understanding, before tilting his helm, "You are around Decepticons who are much larger than you, and coukd squash you easily, yet that tiny insignificant creature frightens you? That is illogical."

You sighed, "That thing is just creepy okay! I can handle giant Decepticons, I just can't do spiders." You shivered.

Shockwave didn't argue, going over to the bug and studying it for a second before picking it up and making his way out of the lab to get rid of it. You relaxed when it was gone, and when he came back you were lying on your back, trying to overcome your shivers.

"It is gone."

"I know, thank you," you sat up. "It just feels like smaller ones are crawling all over me."

He reached out to let you climb onto his servo, keeping you close to him to comfort you while he continued his work.

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(refering to the painting your nails anon) Would the TFP bots act the same if reader dyed their hair the same color as their plating?

I feel like Knockout would absolutely be down for it, cherry red hair? now thats got his engine revving!

Some other bots might just be fascinated at the fact that humans can not only paint their nails but also dye their hair different colors

Ohhh boy - I think they would certainly have more of a reaction to this than nail polish. You'll probably get a raised optical ridge and an "Oh? Inspired by me?" at least. Even more emotionally reserved members like Optimus are giddy inside. Don't trust Megatron tho. If you dye your hair Decepticon purple and confirm his suspicions, he'll hook a claw under your chin and ask if you want to make his ownership more permanent on your frame Starscream is also a mixed bag because he'll scoff and say of course you'd pick him of all bots! Now you keep catching him watching you from the other side of the room Bumblebee and Smokescreen are just discovering you can dye your hair, and now they're planning the next colors with you - you've never seen them more excited

If you dye your hair cherry red Knock Out's going to insufferably flirt with you for the next 24 hours at least. But if you get flustered, he will frag you. This is the hell you've created for yourself

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Kinda back

Been feeling kinda shit but the puppies are thriving

HUGHHH idkidkidkidk

I just need Optimus comforting me after this shitty relapse

(the puppies opened their eyes today)

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(hey, i'm glad the puppies are doing alright! here's some soft tfone optimus for you.)

tfone optimus x reader

contains: angst, fluff, optimus being a sweetheart, really this is just a short fic where optimus gives his human some comfort it's not too complicated

some days, you were certain optimus could read your mind.

maybe he really could. if soundwave could be telepathic, it wasn't too much of a stretch to say optimus could be, too. but maybe it was simpler than that. maybe, it was just that optimus knew how to read you like a book.

you couldn't hide anything from him. if you were planning a surprise for him, he'd figure out that you were up to something. if you wanted to say something but changed your mind, he'd ask what was on your mind.

and if you felt like garbage, he'd know without having to ask.

that was probably why, when he returned to iacon tower, he went straight to your room rather than getting himself some energon.

you were buried beneath your blankets with a pillow over your head, trying to shut out the rest of the world. to anyone else, you might've looked asleep, but not to optimus. he knew you too well by now.

he didn't say a word as he made his way over to your bed. he merely crouched down and gently laid one massive servo over your still form, just enough to let you know that he was there.

you didn't bother moving as you felt him resting his servo over you. this wasn't what you needed. not right now.

"hey," optimus murmured. "are you alright?"

you shook your head, not in the mood to talk much.

"did something happen?" optimus asked.

"i don't wanna talk about it," you grumbled. "not right now."

optimus nodded and pulled his servo back. "that's alright," he said. "i won't pry if you don't wanna say anything."

"thanks," you mumbled. things were a bit too much to open up without feeling like hell all over again.

"need me to get you anything?" optimus asked. "food? water? more blankets?"

"i just need sleep," you admitted. "haven't been able to."

"i'm sorry," optimus said quietly. he rested his servo over top of you and started to gently massage you with his thumb. the pressure felt almost like that of a weighted blanket, sinking into your muscles, allowing your eyes to drift shut.

"keep doing that," you murmured. "that helps."

optimus chuckled and said, "alright, sweetspark. if that's what helps you get your recharge."

he readjusted his position, sitting cross legged on the floor, before resting his huge servo over your body again. a content smile formed on his face as he returned to massaging the length of your torso.

"i'll be here for you when you wake up," he promised.

"thanks, optimus," you whispered, the faintest smile on your face as the the giant autobot lulled you to sleep.

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I've been thinking a lot about synth-en!obsessed!Optimus lately…

About how his entire personality would do a complete 180, transforming your composed, mature gentle giant into an unpredictable and dangerous mech, one who is constantly teetering on the edge of an explosion as intense as a supernova.

Synth-en!Optimus stops hiding the overwhelming force of his emotions for you. He no longer suffers in silence, expressing them in full, and with that, every ugly truth is laid bare. Every thought, every desire he once buried deep within his spark for fear of scaring you away now manifests through action. No more waiting in quiet agony for one of you to make the first move — Optimus will take matters into his own servos and finally prove to you that you are his everything, and therefore, that he needs you to survive.

Touch is no longer taboo. It is no longer an unattainable dream, suppressed by the fear of breaking you. No, it becomes an obsession. Synth-en!Optimus has no qualms about running his servos all over your body at every given opportunity, regardless of who is watching, acting only according to his own needs. If he returns from a mission late at night to find you asleep on his berth, he feels no remorse when he wakes you by kneading your soft thighs and breasts. And since you're already awake, perhaps you could help him put out the fire that’s been consuming him from the inside out, one that has already caused his spike to slip free, pressing insistently against your thigh…

"I would die for you" transforms into "I would kill for you" as the excessive aggression, a byproduct of synthetic energon, takes its toll. Synth-en!Optimus would snuff out a spark at your command and deliver it to you on a silver platter if it would make you happy, no matter whose spark it was. If you so much as hinted that you wanted Megatron’s spark as a trophy, Synth-en!Optimus would be willing to single-handedly slaughter the entire Nemesis crew, including its warlord, just to meet your expectations.

This aggression doesn’t spare his own teammates, who suddenly must tread carefully around their terrifying, possessive leader. You can say goodbye to your social life for as long as Optimus is consuming synthetic energon because even a simple, friendly conversation is perceived as an attempt to take you away from him. Yet, surprisingly, Optimus remains just self-aware enough to use his natural intimidation tactics first — namely, his sheer size. Not many would dare continue speaking to you when a furious, drug-fueled, unbreakable mountain of a mech suddenly looms over them.

His overprotectiveness also skyrockets under the effects of synth-en. His constant need to be in your presence follows you beyond the base — he insists on driving you to work, the store, and home. But you won't be using a ground bridge, no — Optimus has to personally ensure you arrive safely, dropping you off right at your doorstep, and sometimes even inviting himself inside to stay the night. For your safety, of course. The fact that these little visits always end in interfacing is just a coincidence.

Speaking of interfacing, synth-en!Optimus is a ravenous, insatiable beast.

If, by some unfortunate circumstance, you’re not there with him, he has to resort to frequent self-servicing, though it never satisfies him nearly as much as having his valve wrecked by you or anchoring his spike deep inside your warm, gummy walls.

The need for interfacing haunts him constantly. He wakes up with his interface panel already retracted, spike leaking into the cold air of his habsuite, digits buried deep inside his valve as he fantasizes about you replacing them with your toys. During the day, he suffers through unbearable torment, his spike swollen and throbbing inside its housing, knocking against the walls of it's cage with every step, valve aching to clamp down around something — anything.

More often than not, the pressure to release that tension becomes so overwhelming that synth-en!Optimus simply grabs you and carries you off to his habsuite, heedless of whatever you were in the middle of doing, until you fuck him back into coherent thought.

bonus: my original notes

…Perhaps I’ve already started writing a valveplug fic with this concept…

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Your original notes are such a mood for the synth-en obsessed OP.

He's almost like a puppy. A feral ravenous puppy who would tear everything around him apart. But definitely still a puppy.

Do you think he would just get turned on by being called a pet name?

YES HE IS THANK YOU FOR GETTING IT

if y'all think i'm making my synth-en!optimus a hard dom then you are all fools /j

once a sub always a sub and i'm gonna die on that hill 😌he just gets a little bit more kinky and open about his carnal needs

AND YES, with synth-en!optimus you could just call him ‘opti’ or “oppy” and he would get the most painful and throbbing boner, forcing him to rush to his habsuite to get rid of the problem. with pet names it will be even worse. throw in some love, honey, sweetspark or his own ‘my dearest’ and synth-en! optimus overloads where he stands without needing even a shred of physical stimulation, like some kind of pervert synth-en makes him. truth be told, any stimulus sent from you turns him on, so good luck with dealing with a hypersexual mech who thinks with his spike, not processor

Apropos funny haha notes, these have been dusting in my drafts for a while now

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how do you think characters like tfp ratchet and optimus would react to yappers who only stop talking if they’re being fucked senseless? they like to yap a lot and that habit continues during sex but the stronger the intensity of the thrusts, the more their words become incoherent till all it becomes sobs and cries. if they’re too sore/exhausted to talk after, that means they’ve successfully tired them out

see, this one would depend on the character.

ratchet would definitely be the type to try and shut his partner up with sex. it'd have to be a consensual thing, though, an established dynamic. if ratchet's partner is pushing his buttons and ratchet snaps at them to shut up, his partner would say, "make me," and that's their shared keyphrase for things to get freaky. ratchet can be mean in bed when he's not in doctor mode. he uses this almost as an outlet for his frustration, while his partner gets off on getting fucked senseless.

with optimus, him being able to wear his partner out with interface is a sign of pride. don't get him wrong, he loves his partner's voice. he loves it when they hold conversations for hours. it's a cherished memory for him. but being able to love his partner so much that they're completely speechless by the end of it... a part of him glows with pride when he takes care of them, all blissful and fucked out in his arms.

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very messy doodles between running a con (comic variety not sinister variety)

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I am cursed by loving this nerd group that only like 1-3 people love ahah

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hit 3k on twitter so im bringing these here too!!!

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I... been reading some merformer fics lately... I'm surprised at the lack of OP but endeared to the sunstreaker ones

Just wanted to try to scribble out an idea and lay down some colors, since im busy with comms atm.

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Trying out the comic art style with Elita!

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