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EEEEEEEE Finally got the charm I ordered of Perceptor and IV

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Having Bee in a chokehold as you thrust your hips into his.

Technically, he doesn't need air to breath so it's fine. Plus, he asked you to do it, something about the excitement of it all.

Seems to be working for him as all he can chant is your name and pleads to keep going. His servos grasp onto your arm, as if to ground himself while his valve is already stuffed full of transfluid, both of your juices smeared together after multiple rounds.

Even as the both of you get close to that peak and you stuff yourself deep, filling him once more, he begs for more.

You take a breather, letting your body calm from the senstive pleasure-

Though it's interrupted by a call from Bulkhead, who asks if Bee's coming back to base soon.

Given the smaller bot's headshake, you relay the information, but Optimus chimes in that the team has training tomorrow, so he should come back to rest.

But Bee doesn't care for that right now! He just wants to keep going! To feel that delectable high however many times he can with you!

His valve clenches down, unwilling to let you go before moving himself. Try as you might to keep him still-

Nothing works, so you quickly end the call and promise to call back later.

Coolant slips past his dermas as you start moving once again, definitely rougher than before. His audio receptors completely miss the multiple calls, too engrossed by the sounds of transfluid mixing together, echoing throughout the room as another overload hits him.

This one hits harder, and he squirts, leaving both your spike and floor even more of a mess.

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Rennnn tiktok won’t let me bunny kiss tfa Optimus even though he has the perfect little nose for it. 🥺 Can I request little drabble or headcanons for bunny kisses with tfa Optimus? 👉🏻👈🏻

Like look they say it’s too scandalous…

Bunny Kisses

It’s hard for Optimus to deny you most things. You’re rarely demanding, even when his patrols and missions and reports and everything else keep him from you for longer than either of you would prefer. So when you stand on his desk, tiny hands beckoning him closer, your eyes wide and hopeful, Optimus is practically required by law to lean down so you can be face to little face.

"Hi." He whispers to you, nuzzling into the palms that smooth across his cheeks. You're so warm, soft despite whatever callouses you carry.

"Hi." You whisper back. You lean in, and Optimus shutters his optics, dermas pursing in anticipation of a kiss. Instead, however, your soft lands a little higher up than he was expecting.

Repowering his optics, Optimus finds your on your tiptoes, your nose carefully rubbing to the bridge between his optics. It's intimate and close, the sensation a warm comfort, a small bubbling swell of love that envelopes his spark.

"What was that?" Optimus asks when you lower back down.

"A bunny kiss." You say simply. Optimus recalls bunnies, videos of them he's been shown by you and Sari alike. "Bunnies rub their noses together sometimes. Or something like that. It's just a form of affection, like a kiss."

"Oh." Optimus hums. He studies you, warm smile and sparkling eyes. You don't react when he leans closer to you, pressing his bridge to your nose with military precision. You nuzzle him back, and Optimus finds he enjoys this form of affection, as sweet as a kiss, but almost a little sillier in a way. "I like it, I think."

"I'm glad." Your hands ghost along the curve of his jaw, coaxing him closer for a proper, normal kiss. "Your cute little kitty nose was too hard to resist bunny kissing anyway."

Optimus' smile fades to furrowed brows and a confused pout as his helm tips sideways somewhat. You laugh, peppering his face in more kisses, bunny and otherwise.

Whatever you mean, Optimus can at least enjoy the love that results from it.

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more picmixs cause I like making them for my friends

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"Silence" GN Human Reader + Jazz [SH Comfort]

Summary: You relapsed, forgetting Jazz was coming by for a planned outing.

Genre/Theme: Platonic self harm comfort

Warnings: Self harm, Blood, vague injury but Jazz describes it as "not looking too good.", Reader mentions they were planning on a little worse then what they ended up doing.

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: I'm going through it but figured someone else might benefit from this too so posting it, Reader is pretty nonchalant about it but in a "been depressed for years what the hell else can you do?" sort of way, Jazz pov.

Jazz pulled to a stop outside your house, checking to make sure he was on time. After that, he let himself ring you up to bother ya for being a minute oh so fashionably late. “Yo, I’m Outside! You ready to go?”

He heard a grunt followed by silence- then panic and human curses. Did ya forget on him? Jazz smirked hearing your cursing increase, and you obviously rushing to get ready. He says your name and hums “Ah, c’mon now you didn’t forget about your buddy ol’ pal Jazz, now did ya?”

“No-! Just-!” the shuffling got quiet. Real quiet. And somethin about it just makes his fuel tank twinge.

Jazz says your name again.

“Right! Just-! I’ll be out in five!” You hang up on him. Leaving Jazz in the quiet again. So Jazz starts flicking through the radio stations he’s catching by your house filling the now empty gaps in his audials with tunes.

You do come out finally, and you- You were in a jacket. Strange. Well, not normally anyway, but Jazz coulda sworn just the other day you were complaining about how dang hot it was getting. You also kinda looked- panicked? It wasn’t real obvious, but compared to how ya usually were, it was real easy for him to spot. Your arms tight around your front, eyes darting from him to well- anything else. You chewed your bottom lip, only stopping when Jazz transformed into root mode.

“Yo, what's up?” Jazz crouches and doesn’t miss how you physically flinch. It’s not a full one, and if he hadn’t been focused on you, he wouldn’t have even caught it.

But he does, and Jazz can’t stop his smile from falling. He puts his work one back in it’s place just as fast as his other falls off his face. The easier one- and he keeps meeting your gaze. That- Okay, Jazz doesn’t know how to take that. Sure, they were big, and some folks were scared of ‘em when they first met. But you? You weren’t even afraid of ‘em the first time ya’ met them- not the first time ya’ met him.

Something was going on here.

And whatever it was, Jazz already isn’t liking it.

“You ready to go?” Jazz settles on because he hasn’t pieced together a picture that makes sense yet. But when he asks your eyes, dart towards your home.

You rub the back of your neck and hang your head a bit. “Sorry- just-” Your eyes dart to the side like you’re looking for what to say. “Something came up and- I can’t go anymore- Sorry, Jazz. I gotta go-” You turn quick to head back inside your home.

Jazz wouldn't usually, but one thing he'd always trusted was his Instinct. And it was telling him right now he shouldn't let ya go with how everything was looking. Now Jazz didn't know how it was looking exactly, but well- he knew it was just looking off. So when you try and turn and leave before he can respond, Jazz reaches over and grabs your arm. "Now hold on-" Jazz starts and stops when you jolt harshly, and Jazz can hear you suck air through your teeth. A soft noise Jazz recognizes as pain has him releasing you immediately.

"Sorry-" Jazz doesn't get the apology out before red starts forming on your jacket sleeve. It's getting redder and redder- you try to tuck your arm against your front and turn back away from Jazz. "Now hold on-!" Jazz's arms encase you even when you shout indignantly. "You're hurt-!" And bleeding! Did he-! Oh, not enough time for that now! If it was him, you're gonna need some serious help! Jazz picks you up even when you protest, and he transforms with you in his hold.

His wheels thunk on the ground, and he makes sure you're fine inside him before he burns rubber, taking off towards the closest hospital. "Jazz! Stop! Pull over!" Jazz almost gets T boned by a car because he doesn't stop before lunging into the next lane.

"You're not fine! You're bleedin!" You thump against his door when he has to take the next sharp right turn. And Jazz locks his doors quick when he sees you reach for the handle. You just grip the door harder.

"I'm fine, pull over!"

Jazz doesn't respond this time focusing on his driving so he doesn't cause an accident with any carelessness.

"Jazz! if you don't pull over right now, I'm gonna bust your window and crawl out! Pull over!" You slam your fist against his door glass hard enough that he can feel his whole door vibrate. Jazz slowly drops speed only because you probably would break it to jump out of him and just get even more hurt in the process. So he slows and pulls off the road to an eventual stop.

When he does stop, you sigh and slack. Your hand coming up and squeezing between your eyes. "It's fine really Jazz-"

“Your bleedin right through your clothes. That ain’t exactly what I’d call fine.” You seemed aware of everything, at least. Not like you were about to pass out or worse. “Did I-?”

"I was already hurt before I came out to see you... you just- grabbed my arm and my wound when it was fresh, and it started bleeding all over again. Okay? I'm not dying." Well, Jazz was glad it wasn’t him who hurt ya, but that still left the obvious problem.

"What happened?"

You went silent. Silent silent. No hums or muttering, just dead silence.

Wasn't much Jazz hated more than that.

Jazz's thoughts start filing through possibilities the longer you don't respond. Because if it was actually nothing, you'd have just said it. Eventually, his processor settles on something that might’ve happened- it would make your jolting and sudden flinching make sense.

Did someone-

"I did it." The admission ends that train of thought just like that.

"You... did it?" You hummed. "Ya hurt yourself?"

You hummed again now softer.

...

Oh- oh no. Don't tell him-

"Was it... on accident?" Jazz hopes he's wrong but-

"… No." You admit.

Aw no. Jazz can feel his plating go uneven at the reveal.

"Look, I'm trying to quit, and this is the first time I've done it this year, but-" You slouched and leaned your full weight on his front seat. A chuckle that was anything but happy sounded from ya. "... Old habits die hard. Y'know?"

Ah, slag.

"Why didn't ya call? I'd have talked to ya or done something with you if you... didn't wanna be alone."

"Didn't... wanna bother ya." You shrugged your shoulders.

"It ain't a bother- you ain't a bother to me at all. You're my friend." Jazz doesn't try and stress the fact but makes sure to state it. The fact you'd done this in the first place means you were down on it bad. But the fact you'd done it enough that you'd call it an “old habit” only made him think he should lay it on at least a little bit thick. Help get the point across a little more.

"Yeah but- I'm kinda-" you sighed "I'm kind fucked up man. Like actually. Almost all the time. I'm not doing great most days and I don't wanna bother you when I can't cope with just-" you gestured around "Existing- or all the other shit In my life. Especially not when your busy and you've got you're own problems too."

Well, Jazz knew you were kinda somber sometimes naturally- but more like a down turned tune. Like something you can listen to in the rain and relax to. He didn't think you were down bad enough to hurt yourself.

"Then bother me- I can't guarantee I won't be busy, but if I can, I'd wanna help ya. Even if you're not down on it, you can still get a hold of me to chat." Was that why you'd only agreed to hang out with Jazz but wouldn't make plans yourself often? Did you think he didn't like hanging with ya? "And if anything, I'll just bother you back when I have the chance to hang with ya. So ya don't gotta worry about nothing like that."

"... Really?" You sounded like you were taken back by the thought. And you were actually startin to hurt Jazz a bit here. Guess he was gonna have to just say somethings out loud. Especially when you definitely needed to hear it right now.

"Yeah, really! I like spending time with ya. Why do you think I keep asking ya to hang?"

"Because you're ... friendly."

"Yeah, I'm also your friend." Jazz chuckled, his own laugh not much better than your own- at least on his audials. Maybe you noticed too because your face scrunched just a touch at the sound. "Funny coincidence, ain't it?"

"Okay, I'll... I'll try." Frankly, Jazz was relieved you were even doing that. Trying not to hurt yourself to begin with. Still trying to get through the days the best you can. Saying you'll try and interact with him more. Oh wait, that's an idea. Jazz should drag some of the other Autobots you were also friendly with into hanging with ya more. Let 'em know you just needed a pick me up or two.

Plans for later. "Is the damage bad?"

"No. At least not for me anyway." You tugged your sleeve back, and - oh, that's blood. There's already drying blood smeared and flaking all over your arm along with the damage Jazz can clearly make out. Along with the fresh and wet stuff.

"That doesn't look too good. How about we keep on trekking our way to the hospital-?" Jazz slowly starts rolling, but you put your foot down and feather his break, making him slow.

"Jazz- It's only two hundred dollars because of my insurance just for them to look at it. I waste time and cash or I go home, and it costs me nothing via using the medical supplies I have in my room. Which is what they'd use on me at the hospital. Look If my wound goes gross and looks like it'll get infected, I'll go to urgent care. But- trust me, I know." You tugged your sleeve back down.

Jazz hummed, "Fine, but if it does get infected, you call me, and I'm driving you right there, got it?" Jazz flipped himself around to head back towards your home.

"Jazz, can you... not tell anyone else? Don't want anyone else knowing how much of a basket case I am and thinking any less of me... Don't got much going for me to begin with here. Don't need something else to make me look bad."

"Well, I don't think any less of ya."

You went silent on him again but for not nearly as long this time around. “… You don’t?” Oh- you're breakin’ his spark over here.

"Yeah, you're not exactly the first- friend I've had that's done something like this for the lows." Jazz was a soldier. He wasn’t just any soldier, neither. He was second in command. He’s been around and been at this war long enough to see more than ample the tragic effects it had on mechs. And what mechs would do to cope with it. “It’s not exactly somethin... new to me. Don’t gotta worry about any judgments from me.” Jazz swiped his seat belt over your chest and buckled you in properly “Just gotta worry about some fretting from your ol’ friend.”

Your hand instinctively grabbed at his seat belt, and you fiddled with the texture. Jazz can feel your fingers shake a bit before stopping. "Thanks... sorry about ruining the hangout plans. I genuinely forgot that was tonight."

Ah, you're still a bit down. Jazz can’t really take all your woes away, but he can at least help fix that a little bit at least “Hm, how about we do somethin’ else then after you tend your wound then? Well, you can show me how ya’ fix yourself up- but after.”

“Like what?”

“Hm… How about we go to one of the drive ins- I hear they’ve got a movie so bad playing right now, not a single ticket sold tonight. Apparently it’s so bad other people are saying you’ve gotta see it with friends to laugh! So maybe we can go watch it?”

“That’d… That’d be nice.” You leaned against Jazz’s seat a bit further.

“Then let's do that then. Nights still young, and other than the injury we’ve got plenty of things we could do in the meantime.” Jazz turned onto your street. “As long as you're down for it, I’m always down to hang.” He stopped and popped his door open for you to get out. “Don’t go forgetting that now, okay?” You hummed as you unbuckled and climbed outta him.

Jazz can’t make ya, but he can definitely ask if you’ll let him help. So he decides he’ll do what he usually does to get through the days.

Doing what he can. The usual.

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Winner Takes All

Breakdown, you find, is every bit a smooth operator as Bumblebee described to you (even if he didn't use those exact words). The bot swings into the old race track, transforming with flourishes and arching poses that has Bumblebee groaning and rolling his eyes.

"Show-off." He scoffs at his friend.

"Spoilsport." Breakdown snips right back, but his optics are focused on you. A smirk tugs at his face, curious and smug when you give polite applause for his little show. “Aw, how come you haven’t brought this cutie around before?”

“Cause they’re not into big and ugly slowpokes.” Bee snarks, crossing his arms.

“Aw, Bubs, be nice.” You scold him playfully, just to see that cute blush form over his cheeks.

Breakdown muffles a snort with his fist. “Bubs?”

“It’s my nickname for Bee.” You provide, so the scout doesn’t get too embarrassed. He’s always been particular about your favorite nickname for him, only ever really taking it without a fight when it’s just the two of you. “And so I hear, yours is slowpoke?”

That earns you a scoff. “Bubs tell you that? Did he also tell you he’s never won a race against me?”

You eyeball your friend, who’s turned to pout in some other direction. “He did not.”

“I can offer a front row seat to my next win, if you’re interested?” Breakdown braces an elbow on the stone wall next to you, arm coming across your lap to support his lowered head. You bite your lip to not laugh at his attempt to look sultry. "Maybe you can share my prize, yeah?"

“I dunno if I trust you to take care of me like that yet.” You tease him.

Breakdown raises his equivalent of an eyebrow. “Oh? But you trust Bubs?”

“I’m never living this down.” Bumblebee says somewhere to your right, the words muffled by his servos.

"Can you blame me?" You ask him, smirking when Bee stiffens at your own low, smooth tone. "I can't trust just every big, strong, handsome mech that walks my way."

A purr growls out from Breakdown's engines, and he leans more of his weight forward, nearly nose to nose with you. "Oh, yeah? What if I-"

Breakdown squawks out, barreled away from you by Bumblebee, who shoves him away to stand between the two of you. "Stop flirting with them! Are we racing or what??"

"Yeesh, fine!" Breakdown throws his servos up in mock surrender, but his gaze still trails to where you're giggling into your fist. Bee bristles further, but the con can't seem to help himself. "Say, cutie, how's about a kiss for the winner?"

Bee balks. "Wh-what!?"

You just grin, pleased to see where this night is headed. "Hm. . . Sure! Winner gets a kiss and a private car wash from yours truly."

As Breakdown fists pumps, clearly thrilled his flirting worked out, Bee whips around on you. His optics are wide, brighter than you've ever seen, staring like he doesn't believe you agreed to be part of their race, much less as the prize.

Breakdown shoves his shoulder to snap him out of his gawking, though. "Scared, Bubs?"

"Of you?" He scoffs. "As if."

"Then let's see if this cute little incentive helps you actually win for once."

The pair drop down into their alt modes, speeding off towards the track. You hop after them, holding up a scrap of fabric for your flag, and cackling as they squeal off at your command.

"Good luck!" You call as their dust trails scatter in the wind, not that they can hear you anymore, lost in the roar of engines and the trash talking they share so easily.

All that's left for you to do is wait and see who the winner is.

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Moot G1 scraps pspspsps uh BOT Reader teasing Optimus, Skyfire, Hot Rod to the point they're hard and dripping against their own modesty panel. But they are in a public area/busy so bots try and keep it cool. Then you drag your mech to the side, still where they know they can't pop their panel but a little privacy. And you tell them you'll do whatever they want later if they can keep control of themselves. Then you get on your knees and start lapping your glossia over the flat of their modesty panel in between verbally teasing them for being so worked up over almost nothing 🩷

-Rabotimagines

Anything for you broski! Also sorry this took longer than intended, but I hope this is to your liking! I am sending you so many platonic kisses right now for this @rabotimagines

Warnings : gn!Cybertronian reader, semi public, reader is smaller than Skyfire(who isn’t)

Adults only! Minors do not interact!

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Hot Rod

It’s comical how easy it is to tease Hot Rod, he loves to flirt back but constantly trips over himself when you so much as brush your EM field against him. He can’t get enough of you, but right here and now? Primus save him, he can’t focus on what Kup is ranting about, not with you next to him, your servo rubbing up and down on his inner thigh so teasingly close to his modesty panel. You have to stifle a chuckle at how bad he is at hiding his true interest.

The poor mech is practically vibrating in his seat trying his damnest to move closer to you, if only he could remove his modesty paneling he would, but if he did he knows he’d never hear the end of it. Hot rod leans back in his seat, his leg bouncing as his charge coils tighter. You’re just barely brushing your digits across the seam of his modesty panel, so lightly digging into the mesh along the edges.

You have him drooling and wrapped so tightly around your digit.

The moment Kup gives a moment of free time you’re pulling him away just around a corner making Hot Rod squirming against the wall.

“Please, sweetspark, please! Let’s go to a storage closet or something-mm!” His blue optics brighten watching you drop to your knees and lean forward, grabbing his thighs to balance yourself.

Your glossa giving a teasing lick to the mesh of his inner thighs, your optics locked to his never once breaking contact as you coo at him. Poor Hot Rod, already shaking and you’ve barely even done anything to him!

“So cute, barely even a few touches and you’re this much of a mess?”

The mech before you chokes on his spit, already trying to rut against your face plate needing you, needing more of your touch just anything you could give him! Hot Rod groans, his frame shaking under your touch, he shouldn’t be so weak but his body is heating up just feeling your drag your digits along his thighs, teasing the divets and grooves of his metal.

“Just a little more, come on…mm! I-I’ll be good! So good even just..frag!” The vibrant mech covers his face plate with his servos. He’s going to be loud and you’re both going to get caught if he doesn’t zip it.

But how can he when you’re staring up at him, kissing his modesty panel?

“Aw what’s the matter Roddy, can’t handle a few touches? My pretty boy, I bet your valve is a sticky mess for me already, isn’t it?” You chuckle hearing a clank of his spike pressurizing against his paneling, “You’re so easy, such a few sweet words and I already have you wrapped around my digit.”

“C’mon, please? I-I’ll let you frag my valve, anything just- hnn!”

“You can do whatever you want to me later, just gotta behave yourself, alright?” You sound too sweet for this.

Dear primus if you keep this up he might just overload behind his panel. Biting down on his knuckles he struggles to keep quiet, his hips twitching desperate for more, needing more, how much does he have to beg to have your glossa in his valve?

Can you blame him for being so needy, when you’re teasing him so openly?

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Skyfire

This is torture, agony even! He just wanted to help in the lab but you decided to get so handsy with him, he can’t even blame you he knows he could push you away and tell you no, but he doesn’t want to, seemingly unable to find his voice. If anything he leans into your teasing touches longing for more. His frame shakes at the feeling of your servos brushing against his wings as if there wasn’t the possiblity of other bots walking in.

His spike already pressing hard against his modesty panel, his valve clenching around nothing as you gently squeeze the tops of his wings, rubbing from the base as far up as you could go to the tips, chuckling at how Skyfire takes a shake in-vent, hips squirming in his seat.

“You’re trembling so much…is my big mech already so pent up?” You purr into his audials, chuckling at how he squeaks. Sliding around to finally face him and his bright blue face plate.

“Dear..maybe we…mm! W-wait don’t- I—!!” The large mech stutters over his words before slapping his servos over his intake. You’ve dropped to your knees in front of him, staring up at him with a dangerous glow to your optics.

“What’s the matter, sweetspark? Just a little touching got you so worked up?” You kiss his knee, smiling at his little twitches before continuing to kiss up his inner thigh and settling to his modesty panel.

Skyfire stutters to vent properly everything around him heating up. His spark thrumming loudly. His blue optics bright staring down at you, seemingly unable to look away, watching you kiss his panel and licking across the metal.

The large mech whimpers, biting down on his glossa to stop himself from making any loud embarrassing sounds.

“Look at you, you’re already spilling pre-fluid from your modesty panel, and I haven’t even done a thing! You like having my attention, don’t you. Big boy?” You purr, engine rumbling lowly dragging your glossa across his panel, licking across the edges. Placing a kiss to the top of his array panel you mutter, “Letting me do this to you knowing anyone could walk in on us, seeing you being such needy shareware-“

“No, I-ah!” He cries out the second your denta bit into his inner thigh, making his back strut arch, frame nearly convulsing as he falls limp in his chair.

You coo up at Skyfire, “My sweet mech, if you can just handle it for a while longer, I’ll ride that pretty spike of yours, okay?”

only to blink a few times your optics cycling watching the pink fluid leaking from around his modesty panel pooling under his aft.

“Did…did you just overload from that?”

All he can answer you with is a pitiful whine, covering his face from your view from pure embarrassment. Well, it’s certainly a mess you don’t mind cleaning up.

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Optimus prime

He shouldn’t indulge you, shouldn’t indulge this, but is it so wrong of him to want to relax with his conjunx was it so wrong that his plating puffs at your light brushing, watching you dropping to your knees just under his desk. His protests are weak, he knows it, but he’s been working so much he hasn’t had too long to spend with you, can’t he just enjoy this before the team meeting?

“My handsome mech,” you purr, nuzzling your face plate against his lower stomach mesh, “always so sweet for me, aren’t you?”

Optimus tenses letting out a shaky ex-vent. He shouldn’t, but he does anyway, leaning back against his seat and spreading his pedes further, giving you move space to work with. Angling his hips so you have free access to his modesty panel.

“Oh, how filthy of you, Optimus, you have a meeting soon and yet you still find time to be such a good boy for me.” Your servos rub up his thighs, squeezing his mesh, always in awe of the strength he holds in them alone.

“So strong yet so weak under just a few kisses.”

“My love…please.” He groans out, frame trembling under your touch. Looking down at you, he places a servo along your helm holding you gently and rubbing his thumb across your kibble.

“Always so good for me, letting me make you feel good, but I didn’t know you’d be easily swayed by just a few words.” You tease, chuckling at his flushed cheeks as you lean in close, kissing the flat top of his modesty panel.

Your grin grows with the twitch his thighs give.

“Are you already so sensitive that just me touching you panel is enough? How cute.”

Optimus sighs, his cooling fans kicking on to try and stop himself from overheating.

“Forgive me, it’s hard not to when you look so good like this…mm!”

You lick the seam of his array panel right where it meeting his mesh, feeling the heated metal under your glossa has you wiggling your hips, your own charge starting to form watching how easily your big strong prime falls apart for you.

“I bet you wish you could move your modesty panel right now, show me that thick spike and fat valve just dripping and waiting to be sucked. I wanna taste your transfluid so badly, I could get drunk off it.”

“Please, love, I don’t think I can-“

“What’s the matter, worried the others are gonna walk in and see how pretty you look overloading untouched?”

Optimus whines, his hips lifting slightly off his seat, wanting nothing more than for you to slap your intake on his valve.

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Had an idea. Heatwave and reader. Sitting on a hill at night, looking at the stars. Readers listening to Heatwave vent stuff. Then possible “The stars look so beautiful tonight” with “Yeah…you are” moment between them.

When the Moon Hits Your Eyes

The others tend to huff and haw at him whenever he 'complains' to them too much. Heatwave doesn't think it's as bad as they're making it. Complaining is healthy when it's called venting, and to him, there's no real difference, so what's the harm? It helps him come to conclusions, find solutions to problems.

At least you seem to agree with him. Spread out across his back, you watch him drag a digit through the dirt, mapping out the recent rescue to try and figure out why things keep going haywire. You listen mostly, only commenting when you need clarification or elaboration. Otherwise, you let him rant on, and slowly the frustrated ball squeezing his spark starts to the release.

"I dunno if I can offer any help with that." You say when he's finally out of steam. "But if you wanna, we can stay out here where it's quiet."

Heatwave tugs at one of your little hands, palm splaying across his own, so small and warm. "Yeah. . . That sounds nice."

Smiling, you wiggle off of him and push at his arm until he rolls over onto his back. You giggle at his dramatic groaning, tucking close to his head as you point up at the stars that shine overhead. They sparkle, connected by imaginary lines you draw for him, connecting together into stories of triumph, myth and legends engraved to the never ending universe.

But even as you spin tales of uncatchable foxes and dogs that always hunt down their prey, their paradox upon the world before, Heatwave finds himself watching your face more than the sky. Your eyes shine brighter than the stars, in his opinion, reflecting them back like small galaxies just for him to admire.

"Isn't it amazing?" You ask him, breathless as you reach up for worlds far beyond your grasp.

"Yeah. . ." Heatwave murmurs.

You turn to him, smile like a lance to his spark. "Not so bad here, yeah? At least we have beautiful sights like this."

"You're a beautiful sight." Heatwave agrees, cracking a sly grin when your eyes widen, brighter, like the hue of your cheeks. "Prettiest one here."

He can only laugh when you duck down, curling up against his neck cables to hide yourself from his gaze. It's cute, how easily you fluster from compliments, especially when you're not ready for them.

Heatwave stares up at the stars, at the greater and lesser dogs, or was one a fox? He sighs, curling a servo around your body, keeping you close. Maybe you'll let him have a kiss once your flush passes.

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HIII! I just wanted to say that I absolutely adore your work. THE RESCUE BOTS POST ARE JUST IT. I love them all although Our sweet helicopter guy posts and your head canons for him are just *chef's kiss*. Could I request some head canons on how their first date with the (human)reader would go? (Ofc if anyone hasn't requested that yet) Just genuinely curious about your opinion on that. THANK UUU ヾ(＾-＾)ノ

I love Blades so much, he’s such a sweetie! He and Heatwave are my faves no doubt (chase is in there too, im weak.)

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- First date with Blades! He’s a mess asking Dani and Boulder for help, he finally managed to ask you out and you said yes! He didn’t think he’d get that far at all! They have to calm him down before giving him advice or a sweet date idea which he all takes to spark. Blades is beyond nervous, he wants to make a good impression as a suitable partner so badly, he’s scaredhe’s going to mess this up and you’ll never want to see him again. He has to be talked down part two.

- He spends most of his time before hand getting a nice blanket ready, with Dani, Cody, and Graham helping him pack human food for a nice picnic, while Chase, Heatwave, and Boulder attempt to help but it’s mostly Boulder trying to properly explain the purpose to Chase and Heatwave putting some cubes of energon in the picnic basket for him. Aside from that Blades is cleaning himself with all he has, making sure ever crack is cleaned, his intierior cleaned and smelling good, and then polishing himself to look pretty.

- The closer the time ticks to the hour you two planned he grows more and more nervous, he’s shaking trying not to cry thinking of every worse case scenario. That is until you pull up, dressed in a very nice but still casual outfit, it’s something he’s never seen you in it instantly has his wings fluttering making a loud ‘ptptpt’ sound, and his face plate bright blue. He stutters in greeting you but he’s such a cute mess.

- He’s nothing short of sweet to you. He transforms and lets you hop in so he fly you both to a safer more private location (and away from the prying eyes and optics his friends) you probably have to reassure him you don’t mind cause he will start nervously rambling.

- Most likely taking you to one of the smaller uninhabited islands around Griffin rock for a nice picnic, it’s nice, it’s private, and it’s just the two of you (he will get flack for this later since the other couldn’t spy on him.)

- A little picnic by the shore with your favorite helicopter. His frame is polished, buffed and waxed to look his best, the moment you tell him how pretty he looks his face plate is bright blue and he’s giggling like an idiot. Smitten.

- Please keep giving him compliments throughout the day, he’s trying his best to compliment you, tell you how dashing you look, how much he likes you but he keeps getting choked up, but if you say something back like “you’re too sweet, Blades.” Or “Could say the same to you, handsome.” He will start to buffer and you’re going to need to give him a moment, a very cute moment.

- Overall it’s fun! So much to talk about with Blades, he never runs out of a topic even if you do, so much sand on the shore to build sandcastles together and make up stories about your kingdoms, or even find a pretty rock to give each other! It’s easy to have fun and fall into fits of laughter with him.

- He doesn’t want to go, he doesn’t want this day to end, even as you’re sat on his shoulder leaning against his helm, both of you relaxing after using so much of your energy. You place a kiss to his temple, “thank you for the lovely day, I had a blast. I hope we can have another soon.”

- Congrats, you’ve killed him. When he finally does managed to get back, the team is asking for details but he squeals into his servos everytime he remembers something even slightly flirty you did.

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Commission for @savvymantis

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https://www.tumblr.com/savvymantis/779766183107985408/heyo-im-so-stupidly-excited-someone-writes-for

(Different anon)

Honestly, I kinda like the idea of Chase studying me like I’m a bug (I can totally see him keeping a thorough log of likes, dislikes, allergies, fears, what humans generally can and can’t consume and/or touch, etc)

Idk if that can be blamed on my autism or if I’m just weird (in middle school I tried writing down all of my friends favourite things to keep track and I just ended up weirding them all out even though I did it in the normal way (asking them directly))

I love Chase and I hc he’s autistic and I want to be his lil bug

Chase is very very thorough in everything he does, so you're no different! He keeps general logs of everyone's likes and dislikes, but he's got a whole folder of date ideas plus timestamps of what dates you go on. Knows the exact time y'all started dating so he can give you your gift at that time every anniversary!

I like to imagine he enjoys watching you interact with the world, even if the things you do aren't always the best ideas. He will warn you if something seems wrong, but he doesn't stop you unless it's illegal or he really thinks you'll get hurt. So no trying to parkour from five stories into a perfect roll on a tiny strip of grass on the ground below.

However, if he's certain everything is fireproof and sturdy, he'll watch you do tricks with sparklers and tamer firecrackers attached to your bike/board. Hell, if you take away the firecrackers and get him a big enough board or pair of skates, he'll try and learn tricks with you!

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On my knees with my hands in a prayer, please can you do something similar to Love Bird - where the bots get smooched silly by their human s/o - with the other rescue bots??

If you’d prefer to do just one rather then all can you do Chase?? 

Of Love and Law

Chase is a bot of conviction. He does best when following orders. Heatwave and Chief Burns he listens too of course, they're his superiors. You are simply a civilian, no rank to garner respect or loyalty from him, yet he seeks out your orders even more than he does his actual superiors.

So when you tell him to sit still and not move, he does just that. He remains stock still so your careful climb up his chassis is undisturbed, save a shift of servo to make sure you'll be caught should you slip. You find purchase on his shoulder, arms coming around his helm, and that's where the kisses begin.

Chase says nothing, allowing you to smooch along the warm, smooth metal of his cheek down to the segmented jaw. His spark thrums, though, despite his stillness, vibrating beneath his plating up into you.

He can feel your smile against his face plates. Chase smiles too, shuttering his optics to bask in all that you are, and all that you make him feel.

And when your kisses drift down to brush along the corner of his intake, when your little hand coaxes at the bottom of his chin, Chase allows his helm to be tilted so he can finally return your affections. Again and again and again, as you silently demand of him, and as he is far too happy to comply.

"Oh!" Reeling back, Chase stares at Boulder, the mech snickering behind his servo. "Well, guess I'll leave you two be, huh?"

"We are busy." Chase murmurs, embarrassed but steadfast. "And Blades has already affirmed that light PDA is allowed in the common room, especially when no one else is around."

"I'm just grabbing some supplies." Boulder assures him. He shoots you a wink as he passes, the fondness in his gaze enough to make you shy and hide your face in Chase's.

"Do not wink at my courted."

"I didn't." Boulder responds cooly.

"I saw you. You do not wink at other's courted. Heatwave said-"

"Bye, now!" Boulder calls, arms full of paint buckets as he strolls off. Chase huffs after him, not pleased that his argument was derailed before he thoroughly won it. "Have fun!"

"He's glad I'm helping you relax more." You whisper, mouth brushing along his metal once more. "They worry, you know? That you never rest."

"Crime never rests." Chase responds, though his voice is softer now, considerate.

"You need to, though."

Turning his helm, Chase nuzzles a kiss to your lips. He doesn't say it out loud, but he doesn't need to for you to know that he'll try. After all, he could never deny you anything.

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Creation Day

Father's day thing for Ratchet with my oc. This is pre-war so Ratchet is a bit softer. My au Ratchet is a combination of many different Ratchets. IV is a forged Cybertronian made by him and this is the day she gets turned online. All fluff here.

The ceiling is red, blue, and yellow in a simple dotted pattern. 

Pretty.

She lifts a servo up, as if attempting to touch the colors.

“Ep, ep, ep! No moving yet!” The sharp voice startles her, causing her pull back her servo immediately. There’s a larger mech, red and white with a stern face, beside her berth. He moves closer to gently put her servo down beside her on the berth where it had been before she came online. His servo then comes to rest on the top of her helm, gentle and reassuring. There is a computer in front of him that he types into. “You just turned online today. We need to calibrate you properly. Make sure I did everything right…”

She knows him despite never really meeting him. He’s Ratchet, one of the most proficient doctors on Cybertron, but her coding tells her the most important thing about him to her is that he’s her creator. 

And he loves her. 

“Hello.” She says as she smiles up at him with bright blue eyes. The pupils of them white like little stars. It earns the first of many gentle smiles she receives from her creator.

“Hello, my little starlight.” He chuckles, rubbing her helm. “I’m glad your voice box is working properly.”

She blinks.

“Is Starlight my name?” 

“No, no.” Ratchet is chuckling again. “Your name is IV.”

“IV…and I am a medical assistant!”

“Yes, you are. For your formative years, at least. After that, who knows. Maybe further schooling...” He types a bit more on his computer. IV realizes she has sensors all over her frame and innately she knows these are for taking medical readings. “You have a systolic pressure of 180…sparkthrum is 30 cycles per minute…”

“Those are normal readings for a bot my size.” 

“Yes, they are. Good. Your programmed knowledge is working.”

IV beams, happy to gain his praise. 

“Now you can move a bit. Lift your helm up and down, please.”

The new forgeling does so, nodding her helm against the berth.

“Good. Now lift your servos…”

They go on. Meticulously. Step by step. Ratchet is thorough in testing if her systems run well and IV is happy to follow every order. The ceiling is those colors and patterns for a reason she finds out. A way to properly calibrate her optics with introducing her to various different colors as the first thing she sees. 

Once her optics, arms, servos, legs, and pedes are all checked for proper movement, Ratchet begins to take off her medical sensors and prompts her to sit up in the berth.

“Careful now. If everything is correct, and it should be, then you should be able to walk with no trouble at all.” 

Her creator holds out his servos, expectant, and IV places hers in them. They’re big and warm compared to hers. The sensitive pads on her palm and digits detect textures of worn metal in them. His servos are the first thing she’s ever properly felt other than the berth and she is distracted. The smaller digits trace the worn textures and find tiny dents. Her creator is an older mech, worn down by time, and it’s her first realization of age as well. Strange, new, and fascinating. 

Ratchet can’t help but gaze fondly down at his creation, also distracted by the curiosity she takes in his servos. Cycles of work, all of the free time he had off, all poured into his creation before him that was finally moving and exploring the world. Her creation day. A day he had been looking forward to for a long, long time.

He gently closes his digits around her servos. This gains her attention as she looks up at him.

“First steps. Come on.” He’s excited. Anticipation made him rush the moment a bit. His internal camera is waiting to take the pictures, even though he already had taken multiple of her first smiles. 

He begins to help her pull away from the berth. Her pedes touch the floor and she’s slightly shaky but her systems calibrate and she begins to walk. The larger medbot lets go of her for a bit, she stumbles slightly but re-calibrates again and she walks normally once more. 

IV grins and laughs and does a small spin.

“Careful! We’re not doing anything special here!” Ratchet can’t help but laugh as well, grabbing onto her before she was about to attempt to run. He hugs her tightly and she returns it, her face nuzzling against his chassis. He hums and rests his chin on the top of her helm. 

His sparkling is perfect.

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idk, hand inspection or sumn

was supposed to be hand practice at first, then i went ahead and animated it

original drawings under the cuuutt

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I was wondering if you have any ideas or crumbs for TFA ratchet? 👉👈

I'm a gilf fucker enjoyer and I love that mech so much whenever he's in screen time.

TFA my beloved! I went with romance headcanons and gn!human reader if that’s okay!

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- Ratchet is a grumpy old mech, the city it too damn loud and these kids are too damn loud and rowdy. How you managed to woo his spark was beyond anyone of the team, and truly beyond him as well, though the truth is he loved you for so long just keeping it to himself. You’re so good with Sari, so good at getting the others to settle while also fitting in with them like a big family. You’re much calmer than the others and found it easy to slip into his daily routine.

- His days weren’t right if you weren’t there, and nothing lit a fire under him than you getting injured during a decepticon attack, protecting Sari at the cost of yourself. Luckily you managed to recover just fine, but in that moment he felt helpless and weak knowing nothing about human medicine to help you. It’s only then he came clean.

Ratchet was so nervous for once, he’s an older model, outdated, and nowhere close to being as young and full of energy as anyone else on this team, why would you accept him when there were other better choices than this mean old mech? But after that scare…well, it just don’t feel right keeping it all in anymore.

You’re so much smaller than him, small squishy human, yet you manage to have him wrapped around your soft digit. Even when you’re looking up at him with a look offering him patience and love, he just doesn’t get it.

“I’m sorry, you shouldn’t have been dragged into all this mess and dealin’ with us..” Ratchet sighs, his expression softens just looking at you, “you are certainly somethin’ else, sweetspark.”

It’s just you and him right now, the other long since gone to bed, he can finally be open with you without worrying too much. You make a gesture making him follow in turn, lifting you carefully in his servo just for you to kiss his cheek which swiftly flushes a darker blue.

“Really, and old rust bucket like me?”

“Keep talking like that and you’re gonna get it all smooched outta ya.”

It’s not a conventual courtship to him, he didn’t bwoop his siren at you or flash his light like he’d want to, but even still he holds you close with a sigh. You really do have a grip over his spark.

- Ratchet is not super lovey dovey in public, but if you start the affection he won’t turn you away, just grumbles under his breathe all flustered.

- If no one can find you you’re usually hanging around Ratchet if not just on his shoulder as he walks around. If anyone asks for you they are getting a stern look from the older bot, while he sets you down so you can see what you’re needed for.

- Arguing is his love language, please understand he’s not arguing cause he’s actually mad he’s arguing because hearing your fake shocked gasp is truly funny to him, especially when you go on a ‘you hate me and want to see me suffer’ rant, all because he said he couldn’t recharge yet.

- Speaking of Ratchet gets on everyone’s case about taking care of themselves this incudes you, however you will need to get on his case abour taking care of himself, he will argue back that he’s the medic here he knows what he’s doing, please just give him either a stern glare or a pitifully sad expression and he caves quickly. Just because it’s you.

- 100% yells at the other autobots messing with you in the same tone of ‘don’t talk to your sire that way!’ It always lands with Optimus and you stepping between and Bee cause the yellow bot sasses you back and Ratchet will not have that respect in this base, ya hear!

- He’s not the best with words but he is always there for you to lean against. It breaks his spark to see you having a low day, he knows not much he could say will fix it but he always lets you know he loves you, while he picks you up and takes you to his habsuite to lay down with you, let you melt into his warm chassis. One servo on your back like a weight blanket, just letting you two bask in each others company.

- Dates are at least once a week though most are very relaxed and more often than noth lead to you stifling a laugh at how he can seemingly pass out anywhere. Ratchet takes his time with you very seriously, but your presence is very comforting to the old bot, it’s relaxing almost too relaxing, pair that with your warm and a warm sun ray on him and he’s having the best nap of his life.

- Ratchet, like a lot of mechs, is very protective over you, he worries too much, he’s seen too much, he doesn’t want you to be caught up in any of it. If there is a con attack you’re swiftly hidden away first and foremost, and if thats not a choice than he will make it one.

- Ratchet also tries to downplay is issues a lot, a lot of bottling up everything adn refusing to even mention if he’s having problems so you are going to have to ready his tones and body language a lot. When he gets very defensive and fast you’ll know you have a problem, one he won’t even think about mentioning until it’s just you and him in his habsuite, and MAYBE if you ask and gently press he will give you some kinda answer. He doesn’t want to stress or burden you, he’s just some washed up medic, what good can he be? Once again smack him lovingly, please. To have your soft hand on his face plate, cooing sweetly at him at how much he means to the team but just how much he means to you, you love him, he softens up.

- Old mech yells and sasses nearly everyone and everything, but you are the voice of reason keeping him tethered, if anyone is having problems getting through to him they just go to you and you can usually get him sorted.

- Overall? Best mech to cuddle with, snooze with, he has his silly moments and his grumpiness is endearing.

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NSFW BELOW!

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- Ratchet is not topping, he is much too old for this he is no longer in his prime, in fact he will ask if you really want to do this with him of all mechs. He may not be topping, and he may not be lasting many rounds, but he knows good and well on his to use his glossa and digits, which he happily gives you.

- Loves having you on his face in anyway, let him lick up your sex and make you cum before prepping your greedy hole with his digits just so you might be able to ride his spike.

- Since energon isn’t much of an issue here he mass displaces for you during the rare occasion he feels up for it. He acts angry but he’s honestly so embarrassed and bashful you are drooling for him to open his legs so you can get to his valve.

- Is surpringly loud, Ratchet hasn’t been active in thousands of years, never had the time, patience, or care to, his interfacing drive got lower the older he got so self servicing died down too, that and not much privacy for it. So when you are buried between his thighs, licking his valve, stroking his spike and rubbing his node, his voice will go static he gets so loud.

- Be warned, he is a very adoring lover but he will pass out after at most three overloads, so aftercare likely happen the morning after instead of right after if you don’t play your cards right. But if you let him control the overloads and he is still concious afterwards, he is very adamant on aftercare, cleaning both of you up, kissing you softly and whispering how well you did for him. He loves you so much.

- Not very wild in the berth, probably very vanilla all thinsg considered, but if you have something you want to try he’s usually down for it.

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If your still accepting drawing requests can I please request reader comforting tfp optimus after a rough day? I love that axienty filled man and I need to love him!

tried something a little different for this. idk if it looks any good…

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Had a rough weekend. I needed some Percy comfort.