#Bluestreak x reader

[revelboo]

The speed in which you crank out fics is concerning. Like, I appreciate it WHOLLY, but are you good? R u ok?

Rest is overrated, I run on stress and coffee. Yes, I’m good. I can write short form like this pretty quickly if I’m not at work or busy.

Humans Are Weird/Cute Headcanons

Humans elicit one of two reactions in Cybertronians. It’s not like they haven’t seen organic life before, but the fact that we look vaguely like most Cybertronians in form? Our faces, our body shapes, two legs and two arms just like them? It either creates an unconscious association that we look like tiny, organic Cybertronians or that the similarities are just unsettling. Compounding it is the way we move, the gestures we use that are so eerily like their own. To make it worse, we’re just so helpless compared to them. Fragile. There’s a tendency to react to us like we would a newborn kitten. And for that protectiveness to eventually slide into possessiveness.

TFP Knockout

• Primus. The first time he saw you in full racing leathers, boots, gloves, and that helmet, he just stopped short in surprise. Thinks of the rare times he’d seen minicons and how you look like one instead of just another squishy, little human. And while he’d initially just been invested in figuring out how an inferior, little human beat him in a race, it doesn’t take long for him to start looking forward to those almost nightly meetings. It becomes less about winning and more about the bull session between you two after. Enjoying when you stand up to him, argue with him, even though you must realize he could hurt you so easily if he wanted to.

IDW Bumblebee

• It’s honestly such a pleasant surprise how tactile humans are. You seem to have no sense of personal space and he loves it, because it’s less lonely when you’re near. You don’t mind being picked up and carried, your little frame so warm in his hands or cradled against him. Always so curious, your little hands exploring his servos, while you smile to yourself. Then holding out your own hands so he can carefully manipulate them with a single servo. It’s like a game between you, showing off your little, blunt teeth so he will bare his denta for you as you sit on his thigh.

IDW Bluestreak

• Knows he can be a bit annoying to some bots, but you never seem bothered by his chatter. Actually asking him questions, interacting and it means so much to him when you stretch out against him, laying a cheek on him to listen to the sound of his voice rumbling through you. Liking it when he talks, wanting to be near him. The big surprise, though? How protective you are of him, not even thinking twice about throwing a shoe at Sunny for making a rude comment aimed at him, your little face red as you snarl at the much bigger bot, who’s too shocked at the outburst to respond.

IDW Starscream

• Having so little to call his own, he’s extremely possessive of you. It doesn’t hurt that you’re always happy to see him, greeting him when he returns from patrol, fussing over his injuries like you’re trying to take care of him. No conniving or plotting in you and no ulterior motives for seeking out his company. Aside from leeching body heat, and he hardly minds that, enjoys the feel of you sprawled against him, the peaceful silence.

TFP Soundwave

• Even though he initially took you because of the effect your strange organic thoughts have on him to try and understand why he can’t shut you out, it’s impossible to stay impartial. Every day he tries to inoculate himself against your thoughts, strengthening that connection through touch. And when you start reaching for him in return it’s a surprise. Eventually you sing for him not because he asked you to in an effort to distract you and focus your thoughts on something so they’re less painful to him, but because you want to. Because you think it makes him happy and it does.

ES Megatron

• He’d never paid much attention to humans until he’d met Dorothy, he’d fought alongside her and suddenly humanity wasn’t just something vaguely annoying getting in his way, under ped. It’s harder to not care after getting to know humans. Harder to not be overprotective about you after making it his mission to look after you. And maybe he’s a bit overzealous about it, because you’re not Dorothy. She can stand on her own and take care of herself, but you? You need him.

IDW Optimus

• He’s so used to being bigger than most Autobots. Of being looked up to, but you’re even tinier than they are. Small enough to carry in one hand even though he’s awkward about asking you to let him carry you at first. But after the spark twisting anxiety of watching you walking where bigger Cybertronians are walking? Seeing it not even occur to you that you might get stepped on? He insists on carrying you for your own safety, though, truth be told, he enjoys the feel of you in his servos, that little bemused smile you aim at him.

IDW Thundercracker

• He feels guilty sometimes about taking you, but it’s for the best even if you’re upset now. He’s seen enough movies to know how to coax you, win you over. He became obsessed with human love stories, the drama and romance. And he wants that for himself. Needs it. So he tries different tactics, little gifts and acts meant to convince you to love him. It’s so easy in the movies.

TFP Megatron

• The game you two play has become something of a guilty pleasure of his. Watching you pretend. Pushing you to see how far you’ll allow before you snap at him. Pretending you aren’t scared of him, though he’s seen the fear in your eyes once or twice and while it had amused him at first, he prefers you snarling back at him, all attitude. Your fear twists unpleasantly through him, but that angry defiance? So lovely.

IDW Soundwave

• He never meant to get so attached to you after he’d found you in Starscream’s quarters that day. You’re just so small and you’d looked at him in fear, your wild emotions almost crippling him since he couldn’t shut it out. Even after you calmed, days later, he finds himself reaching out a thought. Finding you and monitoring you from a distance. Again and again until he’d finally had to check on you in person again. After all, what did Starscream really know about caring for anyone, let alone a human. And that hesitant, little smile had warmed him when you’d looked up at him.

IDW Jazz

• The fact that you can see through his lies and will call him out on it? It’s a surprise and a relief. Letting down his defenses, letting you in takes time. He’s worn that smiling, carefree mask for so long. But he slowly lets it fall away when it’s just the two of you, feeling the absence of that weight he’d carried for so long. Getting to know who he is under the facade.

IDW Prowl

• Has to protect you since you don’t seem to understand just how small and delicate you are. Standing up to him and any other bot with zero fear. Something about that reckless anger calls to him. Around the other Autobots, he has to be the one in control, the one with a plan no matter what. Never allowed to falter or hesitate. You spark his own temper, making it easier to drop the act. Be frustrated or angry when it’s just you two. Be real.

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Marine Centre 10- merformers Au SMUT

Bluestreak for y'all cause he's the lucky Mer who gets to hit it first.

This was originally 8k words and I got it down to 4k very happy and I hope you all enjoy the first smut for this fic.

Word count: 4k

Warnings: smut, interspecies sex, mating, oral, sex knotting. Language barrier.

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The soft whistles from Angelfish had been following them for a while as they continued picking up rubbish on the beach. Dale, Quin and the new hires were out doing water testing and they had said they were going to stay back.

The grey blue oceanide wades in the water chirping and calling out to them as he flings rubbish on the sand for them to pick up. He circles around rocks but comes back to the shallow water barely skimming across the sand to be close. 

They take the trash he throws, adding it to the bag even as he wobbles at them. "Angelfish no, not playing today, i'll go swimming in the reef later" they call back to him only paying mild attention. Their thoughts were off in the ocean, they hoped Big blue was alright he had been very scares since his ‘accident’ while Angelfish had become rather vocal and been pursuing them. 

 They yelp as he launches from the water to grab them pulling them into the shallow water with a loud thrill of triumph. "Angel Stop!" They yell struggling against his hold as he pulls them close. Their eyes look up to meet with the big pools of blue against black as he chirps and huffs out a little melody. “Ooeeeeneeooaee” comes from the Oceanide as he caws excitedly as his gambit succeeds.  

But at their cry, he recoils in distress, fins drooping in dismay. "Ooeeaeeouueeaa!" he, chirruping anxiously it sounds almost pitiful as he hands cup their face. Another collection of whistles and whines leave him as he looks at them pleadingly 

Feebly he trills another song, bumping his crest against their forehead. “Oeeaeeiaiaeeaeeeeeeoeeee." They squirm in his arms before finally settling when. "Angel please don't, I'm not one of your people, big blue understands and is staying away for a reason" they mumble.

 "N..o o..o Bl..ue goo, I be wih ow." The words are crash, harsh even compared to his sweet little songs. But they understand enough of it to see what he's trying to state. He nuzzles their face pleadingly, eyes wide and bright.

 " I fign.., fe..ed s..ae" he uses his clawed hands as he talks. “Angel Stop, you will hurt your throat” they try to plead for him to settle down. His fins flutters and flare as he gazes upon them. "B…e mm te?"

There is a long silence between them as they just stare at him in shock. "Angel... I can't, I'm not one of you, there are plenty of others of your kind" they explain only for him to pull them closer fins and frills flared in display head moving as if trying to showcase the colours that flare in the scales.

When they don't react to the little dance he huffs softly wet webbed hands cupping their face as he presses his lips to their in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. They gasp as he kisses them, it's out of the blue and such a human gesture, they lean into it softly, in truth it was a terrible kiss, he tasted of fish, seaweed and Salt. But his enthusiasm surprised them.

 A pleading keen erupts from his vocals as he holds them close. "Aeeeeaeeuueeuueeeeaoaaooeeaouuaaeeouuooeeieeeeieeeeaaeeeeeeieeoaeeoaee." Angelfish trills eagerly at their softening, nuzzling into their hands with desperate affection. They look up to his eyes as his webbed hands cup their face tenderly. "I can get in trouble, the others I work with don't know you are this sentient, I will get in alot of trouble" they try to argue. But his soft little calls are making it hard to say no to him along with his big almost seal eyes.

  

He warbles in confusion, gathering their small form close in an embrace, "Oh angel..." they lean into his body resting their head against his shoulder as they hold him. The mer slowly drifts back while holding them. The afternoon light bounces off the waves of the surf as he just cradles them against his frame. He warbles softly, nuzzling their head with his own. Another little melody leaving him as they drift in the waves together. 

"You want to sing for me?" They question. Not really understanding the meaning of his little songs but they sound much sweeter than him trying to mimic and use their words. Angelfish trills happily, brightening at their request. Carefully he carries them through the water. 

They sit up on him watching how he navigates so swiftly on his back, the small saltwater and freshwater river were the last place they expected him to take them but in truth it was still beautiful. They watch as kingfishers and sea birds perch in the trees. Crabs scurry through sandy mud to find hiding places as the large predator leaserly swims with them sat atop of him. 

It's a sheltered cove not the same as connected to the lagoons there's grassy little banks and it almost reminds them of fresh water swimming holes, with large rocks and little waterfalls that lead down into the mouth of the river where grass meets water. It's rather secluded despite how pretty it was. 

Gently he settles them amidst the soft grass of the creek's lip, eyes bright and hopeful. His fins flutter showing off colours in display as a melody rises from his chest. Their eyes never leave him as he sings, a cascade of tones and harmonics flowing from his frame in waves.

 It is so alike yet different from the songs of Whales and dolphins. As he spins around in the water, seeming to almost dance and he sings. Their legs rest in the water, his body brushing against them every twist and turn he makes in his dance. When its echoes fade, he nuzzles their face pressing himself close to them. the oceanide chitters and warbles happily at them. “ liked?” 

His body slowly sinks down as he rests his head on their lap, nuzzling their legs nestled in the tide, fins fluttering softly as their hand comes to brush across them. " mate?" His eyes blaze with longing hope as he looks up at them. 

They take a deep sigh before looking at him. "I don't know what to do even if I was too…" they mumble, trailing off. Were they really going to do this?. The oceanides are A completely different species, yes they could talk, and this one was rather eager for their permission. But this was still illegal, they were Sea life, animals. But as they look at Angelfish waiting patiently for their answer. 

They were both consenting adults and he was the one trying to propersiton them, but the consequences of others finding out still weighed heavily. They snap out of their thoughts as clawed fingers to move to their clothing, Tugging and pulling trying to indicate what he wanted. He chirrups eagerly at  them, his flared fins and frills shimmering as he still tries to impress them. 

Fuck it. 

 Their  hands move to the buttons of their shirt helping show him how to remove it. His eyes widen as webbed hands move across their exposed skin. They gasp as his cold webbed hands trace over their body. awe cross his face as he chirps at them. His claws trace aimless patterns, committing each new texture to memory. 

A shaky croon erupts from his throat  as he gently guilds their hands to his own body. The two tracing patterns and looking over each other's bodies as they try to figure out just how this was going to work. 

Their eyes snapping down to him as he flicks his tongue out to run across their stomach  before he dips down further. A loud gasp escapes them as he tilts their body back giving himself across to taste what he truly wants, a loud moan leaves them as he plunges his tongue deeper a loud rumble leaves him as he pulls them closer.

 Their hands grip his head, guiding him and trying their  hardest not to pull or damage his pretty frills. their hips rock into his mouth as he laps at them, hsi sharp teeth make them shutter as goosebumps flush across their skin. 

The grey blue oceanide chirps eagerly at their sounds, Gently he urges closer, fins fluttering, and when they feel his teeth retract it leaves them stunned. ‘They have retractable teeth’ the muse over as he continued to drag his tongue over their sensitive skin. It makes them keen and arch into the touch. 

Their back arches into the grass as Angelfish spreads their thighs wider, Gently he nuzzles his way back up their body. He gently pecks their face and neck, another small collection of thrills leaves him. Their gaze meets, as he rests himself above them. Claws digging into the grass as he looks down at them head tilted to the side. 

They tense up and freeze slightly as he rolls his body against them, his clappers move against their own sex. But when they spread their head shoots down, chin rested on their chest as they watched his slit open. his penis emerges slowly, it's smooth a lighter blue than the rest of his grey blue body. 

Their eyes widen as more of it slinks out of the slit. “Holy shit, holy shit” they gasp as the mer grinds against them. He chirps again softly checking over them again. “God I can't believe I'm doing this” they state In a hushed voice. 

The Oceanide moves them around slightly, finding his preferred position, one webbed claw holds their hips as he moves closer, the head brushes against their entrance making them tense up. Angelfish coos at them softly as he presses against them again they tip slowly breaching. 

 They whimper loudly, as he presses deeper, it's a rather smooth glide due to the texture. It doesn't hurt nearly as much as they were expecting it too. A loud purr leaves Angelfish as he slowly rocks into them trills happily,

 his back fins flutter wildly as he grinds himself deeper trying to press as far into them as he physically could. They clench at the feeling only to gasp and let their head fall back into the grass. They move slightly trying to find a more comfortable position, one leg hooking over his back.  

Soft chitters of appreciation escape him, once happy Angelfish begins to rock back and forth, it's slow, sticky as he pulls his length out partially before slamming it back into them. Loud moans leave them as they grip onto him, fingers digging into his back as they cling onto him with each thrust. 

Angelfish let out a loud whine, his body instinctively grinding back against theirs, his tail flicking each time he hilted in them, thrills of delight rattle down his spinal fins. Each thrust feels like they are gasping for air as he drives his spike deeper. The feeling of his scales are strange as he manoeuvres them but in truth they feel sinfully good against their skin.

"Ne…ed yo... waa,t..." his voice sounds so broken yet filled with desire and longing, his words broken as he tries to utter their words again. They dig their heel into the back of the grey blue mer. Eagerly clenching around him.

They cry out as Mers penis flares, a large knot locking them in place at the base as gush of seamen spilling into their smaller frame. Angelfish’s fins and frills extend in display as he thrills loudly, rutting quickly with each spurt that leaves his knotted length. It's uncomfortable after the first few spills, his load leaking out the sides of where they are joined.

They try moving around to become more comfortable but it only makes them whine at how full they are starting to feel. “Angel, fuck move please” they gasp out laying against the grass panting as they look up at Oceanide who seems rather content watching them. 

His hands move over them as he checks them, pressing against their stomach only to make them wince. He cooed softly with worry written across his face.  "I'm alright, fuck just wasn't expecting that " they whisper while rocking back against him. 

He chirps softly as he pulls them closer. Leaning back splashing into the water with them pressed to his chest as he floats. It makes them yelp as they shoot him a dirty look. Pulling his fin which earns a hiss and a look like they had kicked a dog. 

“don't do that” they grumble but settle against his body as he cradles them. as they gently drift in the water in lazy circles. Nuzzling their face with care, his thrills and calls mellow down into little chirps and rumbles. “God I'm so fucked if anyone finds out about this” they mumble to themself, eyes fluttering closed as they cuddle the large mer, it would be a problem for tomorrow, they were to drained and they doubt they would be getting away from the cling oceanide any time soon. 

“what am I going to do with you Angel?” they mumble before sighing and letting the soft rumbles from his chest lure them into rest. 

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The soft whistles from Bluestreak had been following the human for a while as they continued picking strange objects off the beach. He wades in the water after them. Trying to get their attention by bringing similar looking stuff he found floating in the ocean. Bluestreak chirps brightly as he trails after the landwalker, fins flared and ablaze as he was hot on their trail. Every so often he surfaces alongside them, presenting another tidbit of flotsam meant to please. 

But no amount of trinkets seem able to sway their focus from its task. Undaunted, the excitable mer redoubles his melody, “Soft one, please look at me, I'm trying, I want to prove my worth," He calls out hopeful they would spare him a glance. 

 

He circles hopefully, water swirling around him as he tries to catch their attention. 

Bluestreak caws excitedly as he succeeds in grabbing them and pulling them into the shallow water with him, making them forget their carrier of items and as their small hands briefly touch his frame he thrills in delight. But at their cry, he recoils in distress, fins drooping in dismay. 

"No no, please don't push me away!" he pleads, chirruping anxiously. "I just want to know you, prove I can give and provide" eyes wide and shining. To have come so close only to fail - the thought is more than his youthful spark can bear. Feebly he trills bumping his crest against theirs. "One chance is all I ask, please let me prove myself."

Their words make him sag softly, feeling dejected at their tone and the words he could understand.  "N..o o..o Bl..ue goo, I be wih ow." The words are crash, harsh on his throat as he tries to get across his point. He nuzzles their face pleadingly, eyes wide and bright.

 "I want to protect, feed... Always keep you safe I will make a nest... Please, give a chance to provider and protector?" There is a long silence between them as they just stare at him.

When they don't react to the little dance he huffs softly wet webbed hands cupping their face as he presses his lips to their in a messy and uncoordinated kiss. He had seen humans do this before to relay affection and he hoped it would be enough for them to finally understand. eyes taste of strange flavours things he had very tried but he enjoyed it and if it meant they would accept him he would kiss them as many times as they wanted. 

 "B…e mm te?..." the landers words hurt to express but he wants the get better so they can understand, so he can talk with them. The sad tone in their voice again hurts to hear, they sound so dejected to him, the hadn't said no but they sounded as if they would be in trouble if they did say yes. 

"M-mate, please...just try. Let me show you all the ways of the ocean. Our sparks are the same, even if we are shaped differently. Give me a chance," he almost begged eyes wide as he cups their face. nuzzling into their hands with desperate affection. Still his grasp of their strange world remains limited despite all longing.  

"Trouble? For touching?" He warbles in confusion, optics rounding wide and bright. The thought of their tender moments sowing them hardship cuts like ice through his spark. 

Determined, he gathers their small form close in an embrace. 

they lean into his body resting their head against his shoulder as they hold him. Mumbling in their little crash words as he pulls them to slowly drift with him. 

He doesn't understand. It's like how the elders told him to stay away from humans. We're they told to stay away from his people?

Bluestreak warbles softly, nuzzling their head with his own as he drifts further with them in his hold. Their gentle touch alone soothes some of his worries. "Nothing simple about you. Elders always said "stay away from you." He keens gently, hoping his melody conveys what words cannot. 

The afternoon light bounces off the waves of the surf as he just cradles them against his frame. He warbles softly, nuzzling their head with his own. Another little melody leaving him as they drift in the waves together. 

 Their question is one he understands though. trilling happily, brightening at their request. Carefully he carries them through the water. 

He glides thought the water on his back, making sure they stay sat atop of him. “this is my favourite place, i come here when i want to be away from the others” he coos. 

Gently he settles them amidst the soft grass, eyes bright and hopeful. 

His fins flutter showing off colours in display as a melody rises from his chest. The soft ones eyes never leave him as he sings, a cascade of tones and harmonics flowing from his frame in waves. He sings his spark out for them. As he spins around in the water, dancing and singing for them.

 When he finishes his performance,  he nuzzles their face pressing himself close to them. chitters and warbles happily at them. “ liked?” 

" I sing and swim just for you!." Eagerly he nuzzles their legs nestled in the tide, fins fluttering softly as their hand comes to brush across his frills. " mate?" His eyes blaze with longing hope as he looks up at them. 

His clawed fingers moved to their stange covering, Tugging and pulling trying to figure out how to get it off. “please i want to see you” He chirrups eagerly at them, his flared fins and frills shimmering as he still tries to impress them. 

They moment they move to discard the covering he wants to sing loudly, to thrill in triumph. “ we take it slowly Watch and learn, then we mate." His fins flutters wildly as drawing them closer, claws trace aimless patterns across their soft skin, A shaky croon erupts from his throat  in plea. "Touch me too, let me show you how? We mate, then swim and sing together." His mind is racing faster than he can talk. 

The sweet scent from between their strange legs has his pupils dilating, his mouth is on them before he can even think, they smell so good, ready and in season, everything he could hope for. Their hands grip his head, earning a rumble from him. 

their hips rock into his mouth as he laps at them eagerly drinking in the sweet taste of them, when he realises his teeth are brushing their soft skin he retracts them, he doesn't want to hurt his mate, no he didn't want them to bleed. 

Their back arches into the grass as he spreads their thighs wider, Gently he nuzzles his way back up their body. He gently pecks their face and neck. They tense up and freeze slightly as he rolls his body against them, his clappers move against their own heat.

 “shhh, I promise I'll take care of you”  his slit open. Spike emerges slowly, Their eyes widen as more of it slinks out of the slit.  they gasp as the mer grinds against them. “it won't hurt I promise” He chirps again softly checking over them again. 

Once he finds his preferred position, one webbed claw holds their hips as he moves closer, the head of his spike brushes against their entrance making them tense up. “ no, no don't tense you will hurt yourself” he coos at them softly as he presses against them again the tip slowly breaching into their warmth.

It takes everything in him to not slam home into their tight little frame. They whimper loudly, as he presses deeper, they feel sinfully tight as he moves. A loud purr leaves him  as he slowly rocks into them trills happily. “primus you feel amazing, mm my sweet little soft one” he whispers. 

His back fins flutter wildly as he grinds himself deeper trying to press as far into them as he physically could. They clench at the feeling only to gasp and let their head fall back into the grass. They move slightly trying to find a more comfortable position, one leg hooking over his back.  

Soft chitters of appreciation escape him, once happy Angelfish begins to rock back and forth, it's slow, sticky as he pulls his length out partially before slamming it back into them. Loud moans leave them as they grip onto him, fingers digging into his back as they cling onto him with each thrust. 

Angelfish let out a loud whine, his body instinctively grinding back against theirs, his tail flicking each time he hilted in them, thrills of delight rattle down his spinal fins. Each thrust feels like they are gasping for air as he drives his spike deeper. The feeling of his scales are strange as he manoeuvres them but in truth they feel sinfully good against their skin.

"Ne…ed yo... waa,t..." his voice sounds so broken yet filled with desire and longing, his. They dig their heel into the his back. Eagerly clenching around him. Every thrust, every touch was a declaration of his primal need to breed and impregnate them, to claim them as his little mate. Would their pups take after his sweet little lander if they had them?

So many thoughts run through his mind as he holds them in place. 

"Such a good mate... so eager for my pups" he coos to them, he knew they couldn't understand but at that moment he didn't care, they felt so good wrapped around his spike and he could feel his knot slowly inflating and locking them together. 

They cry out as his Spike flares, a large knot locking them in place at the base as gush of his seed, spilling into their smaller frame. His fins and frills extend in display as he thrills loudly, rutting quickly with each spurt that leaves his knotted length. 

 

He purrs deeply watching as he leaks from the confined space of his little lover, leaning down he presses his crest to their forehead in delight. When they begin to wiggle he pulls them to his chest. His hands move over them as he checks them, pressing against their stomach. “So full, you look lovely like this little mate"he hums in delight only to tense when they wince. He cooed softly with worry written across his face. they whisper while rocking back against him. 

“Shhh, you did so well for me, so well, time for us to swim” he whispers to them as he flops back into the water with them cradled against his body. He chirps softly as he pulls them closer. Leaning back splashing into the water with them pressed to his chest as he floats. It makes them yelp as they shoot him a dirty look. Pulling his fin which earns a hiss and a look like they had kicked a dog. “What was that for?” He warbles at them worried he had offended or upset them. His hands are moving across their body again, checking them and praying that they were not hurt. 

They grumble but settle against his body as he cradles them. as the two gently drift in the water in lazy circles. He nuzzles their face with care, slowly grooming their crest fluff. “ My pretty little mate” he chirps to them. 

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NSFW, size k!nk, fem human, no-named mech bc i'm a slut for too many of em but i had certain autobots in mind | minors dni

Imagine u and ur fav mech fucking for the first time, they're trying so hard to go slow but struggling because of how good your walls feels, squeezing and stretching all around him. He's trying to make sure you're not hurt while you're whining for more. He wants so badly to give in and give you instant gratification but he's putting your comfort above all else, his huge spike being swallowed by your body.

He can hardly find the strength to pull himself out to push back in. So his thrusts become a little quick, pushing in deep and slow, pulling out quick so he can feel more of you. He runs a cool metallic servo up your back, making you shiver from the contact. His voice calls out to you, with that small digital tone in it, "You doing okay?"

You nod, small tears of pleasure in your eyes. This was finally it. No more barely adequate thighfucking. You called out his designation, and added, "please keep going..." In a quiet yet frantic tone. It took all this mech's strength not to use you like a fleshlight then and there. He kissed your hand, dwarfed in size by his, to satiate the urge to use you. He knows you'd like to be used, but he likes having you safe and out of medbay. His hips are careful, but they find a rhythm. He holds your hip in one hand and the other clenching the corner of the berth underneath.

Being inside a human felt like pure heaven. Your juices coating his spike to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and let out a soft grunt of satisfaction. He leaned back, looking at your nude body laying on his berth. This was unprecedented. Completely new territory between human and autobot. But it was already so addicting. His digits squeezed at your thigh, and felt the skin squish and slightly twitch in his grasp. He couldn't hold back the small smile forming on his face.

You whined, bringing him back out of thoughts, and reached your hands out to him. He knew you wanted him over you again. You enjoyed the feeling of being safe underneath him. And he enjoyed he made you feel safe. His hips find a steady rhythm fucking you, and he listens to your breathy noises underneath him. Neither of you had climaxed yet, but he knew he was gonna want to do this again soon.

[crying-fantasies]

Wet and messy

Masterlist

Featuring G1! Bluestreak, smut/fluff/humor, CW: Bluestreak is a goofball and a fluffball, slight dubcon (he’s drunk), heavy petting, licking (gotta keep that mouth busy), oral, lube consumption.

It was just another good night cycle on the Autobot city, it was so nice to just lay down with a good old-fashioned book in hand, a cup ready to go the moment you a sip, low lights, and cozy warmth, nothing could ruin the relaxed atmosphere.

It is for that very same reason that you can hear the distant sound, it’s a voice, a very distant one that is soon approaching, very said voice is saying something along the lines of earth's minerals and whatnot, you would recognize that pretty deep tone laced with that gentle baritone, talking so highly of some piece of carbon.

That's your Bluey, alright.

And it gives you a sense of “I was right” when Smokey knocks on the door before opening and revealing a smiley Blue perched on the right shoulder armor of the other praxian, “Could you please shut up your chatterbox?”, smiling you only pat at your side in the berth, Bluestreak chants “my sweetspark!” with long and stretched vocalization.

“Did he…?”

“Consume high grade? Worse, someone gave him nightmare fuel by mistake, and he hasn't stopped talking since then, well, more than usual”, he gives a pat somewhere in the center of Bluestreak's door wings, which rise for a moment before he lays out cold on the mattress, “there we go, all nice and set for a full night cycle of recharge, sorry for the interruption”, Smokescreen leaves shortly after, leaving a now mumbling Blue next to you, he is still moving, trying to cuddle still with closed optics, among all his gibberish you can recognize your name, promptly sighing, leaving the book and cup at the nightstand, soon taking a seat at his open servo, it seems like the sensation is enough to make him open his optics.

“Dearest”, his words are still dragging over the edge of recharge and consciousness, optics barely active as he snuggles the mattress over the berth, he exhales some over the pillow.

It should be criminal, how pretty he is.

But no amount of pretty boy propaganda will allow his digits to trespass the waistband of your pajamas, “wow, no”, his chevron pushes against the soft pillow, looking at the nightstand, pleading with big blue eyes, “No, no, you're wasted, and it's messy enough when we-”

His digits took your chin in between them with such ease, so gently, his faceplate is angled just right to give you no more puppy eyes but half-lidded optics, burning eyes brighter by the way his faceplate darkened by the position.

Damn, cursed praxians for their pretty chevrons, condemn them for their pretty almond-shaped blue optics, curse them for being so good at negotiation, “Okay, okay!”, his digits let you go, a happy and innocent smile that shouldn't have anything to do with the current situation is shown, “I swear, since we went to Hedonia you can't stop to do such things”.

Hedonia, oh Hedonia, such a pretty place, a nice planet to have some vacations.

The problem was that Hedonia didn't have such limits, and you pushed those limits to a place where no one would care for who you were or from where you came. Bluestreak only got caught in the middle of your limitless taste of indecency before returning to Earth. You found new things about yourself, and he did, too.

Of the few things you both bought from Hedonia a pretty pink bottle with consumable gel was present, personal order, sticky, sweet with a tint of acid lemon, lime-based but with energon flavor, the alien owner looked at you both funny, who seemed to be a common couple of young organics asking for a very detailed order after coming out of the lube salon, and just charged you the price while shrugging his two pairs of shoulders, “it can be dissolved in water, no contaminants, animal friendly, still, I recommend you to try it now to assure you don't have a bad reaction, but I doubt it, our products are top tier”, he was telling the truth, satisfied when it didn't do any damage at your skin, but snickering good-naturedly when Bluestreak couldn't stop and gave a long lick over the pink stripe over your palm, his holoform’s earings clicking against his headphones when he just went for it, “you two youngsters go have fun already! Remember to be safe!”

It was a nice vacation, and it was painful to get back to Earth where your habsuit was the only place safe to keep on the newfound kink of your boyfriend, the same boyfriend urging you to get the gel back from the nightstand, “alright I got it, just give me a minute to take my clothes off”

“Why though?”, his digit is drawing nonsense on the fabric over your belly, just shy of touching your chest, “you will look pretty anyways”.

This guy…

“You know what? Fine!”, the bottle opens with a pop, and realization down on you as the slime-like plaster comes out with some chunky pieces in between over your pajamas, “agh! I didn't shake it, is this expired? Does this expire?”

Bluestreak, by any means, seems happier by the added textures of the chunks when his glossa and digits go over your now tainted clothes, “I don't mind”, his voice rumbles, drunk sneaky bot directing the flow of his words into his derma and glossa, resonating into you before he settles for a moment to kiss you, it takes a lot of will power to stop him and escape his hungry mouth, “Wait! We must put the sealant in your joints before we keep on!”, he whimpers, saying how unfair it is, but you only have to remind him the last time you two did it raw and he had to go with Ratchet to get out to last bits of slime.

Ratchet didn't ask many questions, but the mortification was enough to keep Bluestreak quiet for a whole cycle.

You try your damn best to apply the spray sealant over his most difficult-to-clean points, hearing him whimper and even catching on the way his hips rutted over the mattress, telling you to “hurry up” with a “pretty please” at the end, he keeps groping and finally catching one of your legs when his left hand is ready to go moving his whole frame without interrupting you, next thing you know there is a little something doing pressure over your sex from behind, making you stumble over and almost dropping the spray.

“Blue”, he isn't mass-displaced, meaning his glossa is as big as your torso, but the tip of it is big enough to press just right over your clothes and the slime, his pushes gain more urgency, catching into the best place to earn a nervous response, arching your back due to the sudden gasp leaving you, holding onto his chevron in time to not fall over, bad decision, he just takes the opportunity to keep on, “Blue, wait-”

“But you look so good”, his optics are still half open, and he has the perfect view of his glossa pressing your pants in the middle, all your ass messed up with the lube, clenching over your frail body, so wet, so hot, “so pretty”.

“Just work with me, please”, you still hold to his chevron for dear life, putting the spray over his last digit, but he makes it so hard.

I'm so sorry Ratch, “Okay! Done!”

Your words are the last coherent words to be said before he finally drags you down and over his spike, the sensation of the wet clothes makes him moan shamelessly, he says something in his mother tongue, it shouldn't turn you on as much as it does but you only go with it, “oh yeah?” your fingers grab all the lube you can before they smear it over the head of his spike, Blue moans again, this time more timidly as he catches you looking at his faceplate, trying to hide in the pillow, still with an open optic as you start to rock your body against his spike from the underside, just in the part of the pretty latex-like components of his pretty spike, plush enough to let you press your body with less resistance than the rest of his body, “my Blue likes this?”, one leg holds onto his spike, the other is busy trying to reach his anterior node.

Once you do brush it with a finger he calls out your name again, timid like the first time, tasting it and the sensations as his optics shine, his servos still massaging you against his spike, helping you roll in constant pumping, pulsing with every move, condensation shining over his armor and plating, it's so unfair to not be able to kiss him and let him try to quiet down his moans and groan I to your mouth.

It would have to wait, there is always a next time, especially in the way he is so lost in the sensation of the lube, showing a more open Bluestreak, one you love equally as any part of him.

You love these reactions, the raw feelings he gets out of it, how undone he ends, strangling his vocalizer to let you know that he loves it all even when his reactions are probed enough with his physical reactions, there is transfluid coming over the tip of his spike, but you still haven't had your fill, pouring more lube over your chest as he catches on, not able to stop the whimper to finally scoop you up to his derma and kiss you in an absolute mess.

You're only kissing, and maybe it's the fact you accept him and love his kinks as much as he does or the fact that was already ready to go over the edge, it doesn't matter, you feel as pretty as he always says you're when he comes undone with that last kiss, holding onto you with care only a lover could have.

.

Wet and messy was a real challenge, every time I tried to make it work I thought “But it would get inside his joints, or it could be bad for their health or the human's health”, it made me think and I could finally get the job done! God bless Hedonia! The only place you can find anything related to pleasure! And of course, there is Swindle but I can't see Blue asking him for something without blowing a gasket.

@tf-kinktober2024

[autobot2001]

Transformers One-Shots 4/16/-4/22/23

Author: Autobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers

TFP | Smokescreen X Human Femme Reader: Not Going to Stop Me Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Smokescreen X human femme reader Description:  Smokescreen thought he was protecting (Y/N), but she is permanently injured.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46545469 FFN:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/260/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1334348278-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

TFP | Ratchet X Wheeljack: Complete Turnaround Rating: E Warnings: None Pairing: Ratchet X Wheeljack Description:  Wheeljack thinks he lost the mech he loves before even telling him.

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46567894 FFN:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/261/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1335365756-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

🍋 Yandere Megatron X Human Femme Reader: Warlord in Love Rating: M Warning: Sexual content Pairing: Megatron X human femme Description:  A human who'll give him information on the Autobots quickly goes from prisoner to Megatron's love interest. 

Links; Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46589872 FFN:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/262/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad:  https://www.wattpad.com/1335371070-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

🍋 B | Prowl X Human Femmes Pt. 3: One Year Together Rating: M Warning: Sexual content Trio: Prowl X human femme twins Links (to part 1) Ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/44223499/chapters/111208937#workskin FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/239/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad:  https://www.wattpad.com/1304989519-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

B | Bluestreak X Human Femme Twins X Jazz Pairings: Bluestreak X human femme reader, Jazz X human femme reader twin sister  Pt. 2: Bring Us Together Rating: E Warnings: None Description:  The twins find out they're pregnant and who the fathers are. Even though the four only met for one night, the four feel like they can be a family for the babies on the way.

Pt. 3 : New Life Chapters Rating: M Warnings: Sexual content Description:  The mechs decide they want to marry the twins. Proposing before they have their babies, and the wedding happens three months after the babies are born. 

Links (to part 1) Ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45235501/chapters/113802310 FFN:  https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/243/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1318020430-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

🍋 B | Yandere Barricade X Prowl: You Will Help Me Rating: M Warning: Sexual content Pairing: Barricade X Prowl Description:  Barricade finds Prowl alone. He forces the Autobot to his hideout but doesn't think Prowl would help with his heat cycle. 

Links; Ao3:  https://archiveofourown.org/works/46679173 FFN: https://www.fanfiction.net/s/13805420/266/Transformers-Book-of-One-Shots Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/1336826883-transformers-book-of-one-shots-book-2-requests

[wipbigbang]

2021 Round - Round 4 Of Art Claims Are Open!

Round 4 of claims for artists are open! This is the final round of art claims for the 2021 round. Everybody spread the word! We have 15 story summaries below for you to choose from, and this round, you may choose as many stories as you want to do art for! Just use a different check in ID with each sign-up.

This year, art claims are working a little differently than in years past. We are using a google form to streamline things, which should make things easier both for you as participants and us mods. To claim a story, the form requires email, check in ID, and the identifying number of your first choice of story. Putting your top three choices is best in case your first or second has already been chosen. Please be sure you’ve read the FAQ before claiming.

Click here to claim a story!

Stories are listed by fandom in alphabetical order and then by the story name, with a number identifying that story (for our records). Stories are first come, first serve. I’ll update the post as stories are claimed. On Thursday, I’ll temporarily close the form and post the stories that are left.

Official posting dates begin on August 8th. Once all stories are claimed and all artists/authors have been notified, I will put up a sign-up sheet so authors and artists can choose their posting dates.

Click here to read the summaries!

The fandoms we have left include…

Al Cappuccino (TV) RPF

Boku no Hero Academia / DOGS: Bullets and Carnage

Dragon Age

Dragon Quest Builders 2

Haikyuu

SCP Foundation

Sherlock Holmes (ACD Canon)

The Scum Villain’s Self Saving System

Torchwood / Harry Potter / Marvel Cinematic Universe

Transformers Generation One

Transformers: Prime

Voltron Legendary Defenders

[ratchetsboyfriend]

Yay! Okay, then if you wouldn't mind, may I requests some headcanons of how a relationship with bluestreak grows from bonding with a human liaison over human pop culture, to him pinning for them, to him finally asking them out?

When you’d first come aboard the Lost Light he’d basically tripped over himself in his rush to meet you, competing with all the other ‘bots who were eager to greet the new squishy addition to the crew. He’d been dying to talk to someone familiar with Earth’s pop culture who wasn’t Swerve, who seemed to favor cheesy sitcoms over anything else. It’d been pretty much impossible to get to you at that point but he was lucky enough to be working when you first stopped by at Swerve’s, where he got to strike up a friendly conversation with you.

You stopped by the bar frequently to chat with him all about movies, shows, books, music, etc. and once you two got to know each other better the conversations started to turn to other topics as well, some of which were on the more personal side. After a month or two of this, Bluestreak felt comfortable in inviting you to private movie marathons where you two watched what you wanted to watch without having to deal with your crew mates and their general rowdiness. Everyone else on the ship got used to listening to you two go back and forth about which movies were better and even Swerve, of all mechs, thought you two talked a lot, which showed just how much of your time was spent with each other shooting ideas and opinions back and forth.

Really he’d watched so many romance movies he should have seen it coming, but one day he’d looked over at you seated next to him and laughing as you made fun of the current film’s subpar special effects, and he’d been hit with the sudden realization that he was hopelessly in love with you. In theory this would mean he would become a smooth talking casanova, having learned everything he needed to know about romancing a human from the many films and shows he’d consumed, but he’s not, far from it actually.

Just about every interaction with you flusters him now that he’s aware of his own feelings, even something as casual as you smiling and thanking him after he brought you your drink is enough to throw him off. The first time you’d casually climbed into his lap, as you sometimes did during movie nights in order to see better and avoid being sat on by another ‘bot, after he’d realized his feelings for you he had nearly had a spark attack. You hadn’t seemed to notice that he had had a shift in his feelings towards you, or if you had you hadn’t said anything, something that simultaneously reassured and terrified him.

If he was going to ask you out, then he had to do it right. He briefly considered using his holoform, just so you two would be on more equal footing, but dismissed the idea as it wouldn’t be as authentic as using his actual body to approach you. In that case he needed to figure out an activity that was possible for both of you and wasn’t just another one of your typical nights spent watching movies and providing your own running commentary. Of course that was assuming that you agreed to go on a date with him in the first place. When he finally did ask you out it was on a planet that the Lost Light was docked on where there were flowers safe for humans that he could present you with, along with some human candy that took a lot of effort to get his hands on considering just how far from Earth the ship was. He wouldn’t have gone for it if he didn’t think there was the possibility of you returning his feelings but it was still a huge relief to have you say yes and admit that you liked him too. He had more planned for the date and was going to wait for the perfect moment to share a first kiss with you but he was so giddy with love and excitement that he swept you up into a kiss right then and there.

[petitelepus]

Whirl x reader "better watch your fucking mouth. " kind of ironic since has no mouth 🤣

Everyone knew you were the "MOM" of the crew, despite being a small and frail human with such a painfully short lifespan. Mechs honored you and all the wisdom you held despite your ridiculously small age since you were smarter than even some mechs who were possibly millions of years older than you.

So no one really knew what happened, but somehow you had gotten tipsy and into a heated argument with Whirl, who was just as equally drunk as you were, if not even more.

"Young man, I don't like the tone of your voice!"

"I am a sentient robot and older than your puny race or your fucking planet!

"You better watch your fucking mouth!"

"I don't even have a fucking mouth!"

"That's it!" You pointed at the bar's doorway, "Go to your room!"

"Fine!" Whirl shouted as he got up and marched out of the bar, but not without tripping poor Bluestreak who was carrying empty Energon cubes. Luckily, the cubes were sturdier than regular glass and didn't break, but Whirl did get some looks for it.

Including yours, "That's it! Young man, you are grounded for tomorrow!"

"I hate this ship and I hate you!" He shouted as he left and while some Bots helped the poor bartender of Swerve's and some turned to look if you were alright. You weren't alright.

"What I am going to do with that boy!?" You cried out as you grabbed your drink, "I care about him, but he makes it so hard sometimes to be his guardian!"

But… You weren't? At least officially. As you downed your drink, Swerve tried to reach for your bottle of booze but you smacked his hand away quickly.

"No!" You snapped, "I'm not done with this bottle and I am not done with Whirl either!"

What the heck did that even mean?

[ligit-squid]

The second fandom I ever was in was Transformers, and of course, I have oc's. I do have ones older but my oc, Chemical, is the most memorable of any of them. She is a couple years old (three or two) and still is my baby.

Over the years of course, she has gone through a lot of changes physically.

This was her first look.

Yes the drawing was copied, I didnt know how to draw transformers back then.

This look, to me, is atrocious. Its horrible, and the only thing out of this form that kinda transferred to her newer appearances, is her peds.

Drawn somewhere in the October of 2017.

The next form of her was significantly better than the one prior. She don't look like a fucking gremlin spawn.

At this time I was just learning how draw transformers, this is one of the only paper drawings of her.

I feel some much better with this drawing then the one before. However, me in 2018 wasn't satisfied with it still.

Drawn in late December of 2017.

The next version of her was digital once again. Drawn on a tablet that no longer exists, Chemical was given her final look.

She looks fucking fabulous.

I'm still satisfied with this version, and her character had become more developed. She was given new weaknesses and strengths, some stayed the same and some changed. She still has the heeled peds btw.

This look then continued to make more art of her.

Made in late 2018

All three made in 2019 (I have more somewhere)

Then we also have hollowforms, or human forms of transformers. Just like the first version of Chemical's bi-pedal form, her first human form is atrocious.

Whoever fucking let me draw human forms back then needs to be sued. It looks like a trashy version of Pidge from Voltron, but different.

The next version of human!Chemical was much better, and doesn't make me doubt the creation of my oc.

Once again, I didnt know how to draw humans as well, and I used a different drawing to make it.

Character Development:

Chemical at the very beginning of her creation was a priest, I don't remember why. Later, I changed her into being a scientist and mechanical. It worked better with where she was from.

If you remember or know, Cybertron has neighboring planets, for example Quintesson and Velocitron. Me and my cousin crafted a new planet called Pullux. It had different laws from Cybertron or other planets, and was governed by a femme monarchy and a royal council (who are hand picked by the queen, or queen-to-be).

Chemical is a Pulluxian, from the city Steam Works, which is an underground city, and the only one at that. Steam Works gets its name from being the hottest city on Pullux, being closer to the planets core. So 'bots born in Steam Works are adapted to the heat, and are extremely vulnerable to the cold.

We also included genetical mutations and diseases. Chemical has what we named Venting Fluxation, which is basically much weaker vents (lungs). Ones unaffected by this mutation came easily go into water for long periods, but ones that are affected will suffer just like a human without water training.

The royal to lead Pullux is only those chosen by the Dragon Eye Matrix, and only chooses those of Onyx Primes bloodline.

Onyx Prime disappeared from Cybertron before life began on it, leaving whatever of his brother left to control it. He later created the planet Pullux.

The royal is almost always a femme, or a barrer (a mech who can carry a sparkling). The last queen of Pullux before the Decepticons destroyed it was Knight Prime, who was gifted the title Prime from the Dragon Eye Matrix. The queen before her was Omega Priori, who was murdered by Steeldagger, who is the SIC of Draconian.

Draconian was the king alongside Omega Priori, and didnt believe in the femme monarchy system. He swayed one third of Pullux's population to change from the old laws, but they all left Pullux. The population left later named Draconian the Exiled King. Knight Prime was only about 15,000 years old when her carrier died, and was raised by the royal council, who also raised her two siblings left (Draconian took two others).

Knight Prime later becomes good friends with a guard-in-training, Chemical. Eventually they become best friends. However, Chemical and Knight's younger sister, Paladin, were always at each others throats.

Eventually the Decepticons decided to attack Pullux, who did trading with both Autobots and Decepticons. It was record in records from Cybertron that the Decepticons took captives, but the Queens body was never found. Time skip later, during season one of transformers prime, a large pod crashed in Ireland.

The pod crashed during the 1700's, and was found by a family who kept it a secret. The occupants of the pod, Knight Prime, Paladin, Chemical, Manatarms, and Thunder, became friends with that family. In 2015, team Prime caught a weak blimp in Hawaii. That's when the Pulluxians were discovered on Earth.

For a little while Chemical is a bitch to the Autobots, even after Knight Prime set an allegiance with them, because it was Cybertronians who destroyed Pullux.

Me and my cousin create a large plot for the project, and would've posted it on wattpad, but we ended up getting ourselves into a new fandom.

We had more Autobots on Earth then what the actual show had. Such as Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz, Prowl, Bluestreak, Ironhide, and a whole bunch more. In all, the project had over two-hundered characters.

This post is so fucking long, it would've been much longer if I put more facts in, and more details.

I missed the Transformers fandom. I mostly left because I read every single transformers fanfict, except the Optimus Prime x oc/reader. I have a thing for not liking characters in red and blue (Optimus and Captain America)

Please dont give me hate, @archangel-ashlynn already does.

[revelboo]

Transformers x Reader Masterlist

Or ‘look, I organized the nonsense.’ Apparently, Tumblr only allows 100 links in a single post. I exceeded that limit the first month- so only the first chapter appears here, with previous/next navigation added to the parts to make it easier to read.

About/Warnings About the author

Assorted Headcanons and Thoughts Seekers are Cats Carrying the Pet Touch Starved Soundwave's Telepathy Problems Possessive Scenarios 🌶️ Kinks 🌶️ Humans are Weird Scavengers Scenarios 🌶️ Spark/Bonds/Lifespan Thoughts Reacting to Tattoos

IDW/G1

Starscream x Reader/ Soundwave x Reader Everything Is Alright Long Form Intro Expanded Intro

Wheeljack x Reader Circuits and Wires

Jazz x Reader Over it Now

Soundwave x Reader-stand alone When You're Around

Thundercracker x Reader Better Open the Door

Bluestreak x Reader Where I Belong

Prowl x Reader Stand Too close

Cliffjumper x Reader TKO

Sideswipe x Reader, Sunstreaker x Reader Can't Finish What You Started

Optimus Prime x Reader Gravity

Bumblebee x Reader Last Night

Skyfire x Reader Floating Down The River

Rumble x Reader Alcohol Eyes

Skywarp x Reader Stop Talking

Ratchet x Reader Feel Like Rain

Waspinator x Reader Worker Bee

Alternate Takes

Soundwave x Reader 🌶️ Seeker Trine x Reader 🌶️

Megatron x Reader Skin and Bones

Metroplex x Reader I Can Feel You

Seeker Trine x Reader True Romance

Lost Light

Megatron x Reader Invisible Monsters

Scavengers x Reader A Lifeless Ordinary

Drift x Reader The Samurai Code

Rodimus x Reader Attractive Today

Whirl x Reader Delirium

Scavengers x Reader A Lifeless Ordinary

TF Prime

Soundwave x Reader Bad Idea

Ratchet x Reader The Weakends

Knockout x Reader My Favorite Accident

Megatron x Reader Broken Arrow

Wheeljack x Reader Crooked Ways

Shockwave x Reader Point of Extinction

TF ONE

Megatron x Reader It Had To Be You

Starscream x Reader Inside Out

TF Earthspark

Tarantulas x Reader Disappear

Megatron x Reader Give Up/Give In

TF Armada

Starscream x Reader Even If It Kills Me

[revelboo]

I absolutely love your writing! Scratches my brain just right! How do you think they would react to tattoos? I'm pretty much covered and just curious about your thoughts!

Tattoo Reaction Scenarios

Various Transformers x Reader

IDW Starscream

• Skimming his lips against your neck, Starscream feels you shiver when his denta graze you. Optics devouring as he lazily maps you out with his mouth and servos. Lingering on the colorful designs inked on your soft skin. “I like these decorations.”

• “They’re tattoos.” Sprawled on your belly beside him, you feel his servos tracing along your shoulder and lingering there. “Do you guys do anything like this?” Inhaling as he finds the one on your hip with gentle touches.

• “Decorating our armor plating is fairly common,” he replies, moving your hair aside to trace over your neck. He’d never bothered with the practice, liking himself the way he is, but he likes the art decorating your skin. “Some change their color schemes regularly.”

• Rolling onto your back, his optics heat as he looms over you. “You could write out your name for me in Cybertronian characters and I could get it tattooed somewhere,” you tease, tugging at his wrist so you can lay his servos against your collar bone. “Maybe here.” Pulling his down to your inner thigh, you grin as his expression becomes possessive. “Or here.”

IDW Sunstreaker

• Ignoring the twins doing their own things, you turn your back to them and pull your sweater off over your head, stripping down to a tank top. Because for once, it’s not freezing cold. Or maybe, you’re running a fever. Sitting crosslegged to fold the sweater, you don’t even realize Sunstreaker has moved until a big servo touches your shoulder nearly scaring you to death. Something that big shouldn’t be that quiet when he wants to be. Reaching back, you swat him. “Don’t sneak up on me.”

• Ignoring your annoyance, his optics trail over your shoulders and upper back. Studying the colorful designs winding over your skin that you’d kept hidden. You’d made yourself a canvas, so why hide it? “Different artists,” he murmurs, servo tracing a pattern on your bicep.

• There’s no judgment in his tone, just curiosity and it eases the tension bracketing your spine. Reaching, you touch one. “Yeah, I designed this one,” you say, chin lifting. “This one a friend sketched out.” You wonder what he thinks of them, unwilling to explain their meanings to him just yet. Some of them still hurt you if you dwell on them like the script on the inside of your wrist with a signature painstakingly copied.

• Fascinated, he explores each one. Wondering what they mean, the stories behind them. Also knowing from the way your jaw is set, that you’re not ready entrust them to him just yet. Venting softly, he turns over his wrist, servos tracing a scar marring his otherwise pristine paint. Not art, but a mark with a story and your eyes study it and then lift to his optics. “A story for a story?” He offers and you smile slightly.

IDW Bluestreak

• “Needles?” He ask, his tone so dismayed you almost laugh as his servos hover over your skin. Not touching you, because he’s always so conscious of your personal space. Afraid of upsetting you or crossing a boundary he’s not allowed. “Didn’t that hurt?”

• “It gets easier every time,” you say, catching his big servo in your hands and pulling. And finally he cautiously touches your arm and the scrolling tattoo there. “I kind of look forward to that little bite of pain now.” Door wings lifting slightly at that, he can understand all too well needing pain to ground yourself. You’re like him, then. Carrying around something you keep hidden inside.

TF Earthspark Megatron

• “Gladiators painted themselves before battle. To inspire themselves and to instill fear in their opponents,” he murmurs as he gestures at the ink peeking out at your collar. He’d worn such paint in the pits, remembers striding out under those blinding lights as the bloodthirsty crowd looked down and screamed his name. Fans that would still cheer whether or not he survived his next battle. “They usually weren’t permanent marks, though.”

• He sounds so melancholy as you reach to touch his servos, bridging the distance between you both and surprising him. “If you ever want to talk about it?” Smiling ruefully, he gently traces your cheek with a servo. And you know it’s a no. Or at least a not yet. Laying your palm against his lingering servo, you begin to speak. Explaining your tattoos and showing them to him. Reaching out even if he’s not ready to share with you just yet.

TFP Ratchet

• “Another one?” He growls, spotting that shiny stuff taped to the inside of your wrist. Knowing you’ve gone and had another human embed ink under your skin again even though he can’t understand why. The designs are pretty enough, but he’d done some research and he knows it’s a painful process. So why harm yourself for art?

• Rolling your eyes, you ghost your fingertips over the dressing covering your tattoo. Still too new and sore, but you wonder what he’ll think of it when he realizes you had tattooed his cross with the Autobot insignia inside it on yourself. Most likely, he’ll just gape at you and get flustered. But you’d wanted to wear his badge, wanted something permanent of him to carry for the rest of your life.

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You have mentioned, I think, a few times of the humans trying to avoid being sick. How would the bots react to their human being sick?

I'm just sick atm, you don't have to do anything if you don't want too

Dealing with the Human Being Sick Headcanons

TFP Soundwave x Reader

• Pausing in his typing when you make a noise he’s never heard, his helm tips toward your tiny frame. A tendril lifting as you curl into a ball, your little frame shaking as you keep making that violent noise. Drawing your knees up to your body as he loops his tendril about you, feeling those wracking sounds. And he’s bending over you, the side of his helm bumping your head. Because as soon as he touches you, that misery comes through loud and clear.

• Blinking up at Soundwave, even with no expression, it’s obvious your coughing is worrying him. “Think I’m getting sick,” you manage and he bumps you again, tendril curling tighter around you. Whatever he was working forgotten as he fusses over you, his other tendril whipping about to find and bring you every one of your blankets, pillows, any soft thing he’s ever gotten you and piling them up around you. Dragging water and food nearby, his helm lifting to look around like he’s trying to find anything else to give you and it’s so sweet, because he obviously isn’t sure what to do, but he’s trying. Settling yourself against the coil of the tendril, you tip your head to press a kiss against him when he tries to bump you with his helm again, feeling him freeze. “Thank you.”

IDW Prowl x Reader

• “Stop acting like a sparkling.” Hooking an arm around you, he drags you into his lap and grits his denta when you smack a palm against his jaw and try to shove him away. Do you have any idea how much energy mass shifting takes? “Behave,” he snarls, arms tightening around you, chin on top of your head until you finally give up and slump into his warmth. The shivering doesn’t stop, though. Servos finding bare skin, it’s a surprise to find you sweaty and much warmer to the touch than normal.

• “It’s a fever, you idiot,” he mutter, too exhausted to keep struggling against him. Why else would you have stripped down to your underclothes when he knows you can’t stand how cold his quarters are? He hadn’t bothered to ask, just frowning down at where you’d sprawled out on your belly, soaking in how cold his berth is against your feverish skin. And he’d dropped a blanket on you, scowling when you’d immediately slung it off and glared up at him. “I’m fine.” Venting against you to stir your hair, he refuses to let you go, practically wrapping himself around you when you’re already sweating and miserable. Like he’s worried and actually cares. Smothering you. “Some soup would be awesome,” you mutter, and it works. He lets you go, mass shifting to go hunt for a can as you snort. Hopefully there’s none in the Ark and you can sleep while he’s busy searching.

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• “Thirteen?” You’re usually awake by now, but you’re still curled up in the corner of your cage, your blanket tangled around your legs. It’s the rasping sound of your breathing that freezes him in reaching for you, because that sound isn’t normal. Almost wet sounding as your eyes open, head turning to stare up at him. Not smiling for him and his servos begin to tremble, the illogical chaos he keeps so carefully locked away, seeping out. Because something is wrong.

• He’s stuck again, unmoving aside from that faint tremor in his servos and the antenna on his helm flicking. You’ve seen it before, but usually he shakes it off. Covering your mouth as a cough shakes you, it’s an effort to sit up when you feel so awful. His one optic is flaring brighter, servos of his hand now flexing in almost spasms. “Shockwave?” Getting to your feet, you reach for him and he pulls away, that cannon powering up and lifting as his antenna go all the way back, head scanning the room like he’s looking for threats. Like he doesn’t know where he is and your breath catches. “Hey, can you get me some water? My throat’s raw,” you call out, trying to break him from whatever this is, because he’s scaring you. And slowly, his optic dims some and he looks down. Coming back to you as the danger passes.

IDW Starscream x Reader

• Fussing over you, his wings flick as he finds another blanket to tuck around you. “Fragile organics,” he mutters, using scorn to hide how much it upsets him, because he doesn’t know what to do. How to fix this. And you just curl into the nest he’s made you, absently reaching to pat his hand. Like everything is fine. Do you need a medic? Anything he can get you to make this stop? Because he hates feeling useless.

• Squinting up at Starscream as he adjusts your blankets again, you find his fidgeting too sweet, warmth spreading through you that he’s so worried about you. “It’s a cold. I’m fine,” you tell him for the third time, knowing he doesn’t quite believe you as he just vents before scooping you up blankets and all and relocating you to his desk. Apparently intending to sit and watch over you as he props his chin on his fist, optics running over you as he reaches to stroke your hair. So much for resting, but he means well.

IDW Bluestreak x Reader

• “Blue, I’m okay. Really,” you rasp, clinging to his servos as he completely ignores you in his panic, running for medbay with you tangled in the blankets you’d been sleeping in. It doesn’t matter that it’s just a cold, because he apparently thinks you’re going to die on him.

• Cradling you against him, he can feel how hot your skin is and can hear you reassuring him. Knows he needs to calm down, but fear has him by the throat. All those what ifs. Maybe you’re wrong, maybe it’s something dangerous and he might lose you if he doesn’t act right now. And he can’t risk it, needs you. So you’re going to Ratchet, because he needs to be sure you’re okay. You took care of him, now it’s his turn. You have to be okay.

TF Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• He can feel the judgment in Dorothy’s stare as he sits in the modified barn near the air mattress you’re sprawled on. Knows he should have let the Malto’s carry you in the house, but wanted you within sight. Within reach as his servos brush your throat and he watches Dorothy set down a tray with a bowl of soup, firmly telling him that this is the best medicine for a cold. It’s not that he doesn’t believe her, he just hates to see you so miserable, unable to help you.

• Feeling those gentle servos touching your cheek, your hair, you relax. Can hear that deep, rumbling brogue of his as you drift in and out. It’s only a cold, nothing major, but you can’t deny it’s nice to have someone worrying over you, taking care of you. Because it’s been a long time since someone’s worried over you like this, probably since you were a kid.

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Not what I was planning on working on but enjoy. What's to come in Chapter 11

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Wow im just now realizing theres continuity here!Your dedication is amazing!If you dont mind me asking what happens next with Jazz or Bluestreak or the Twins?

Where I Belong Pt 4

Bluestreak x Reader

• He drifts in and out of recharge and the next time he comes online, he’s aware of the pain first, duller, but still cutting through him. And then, as he turns his head, of you. Because you’re still in his hand, sleepy eyes widening as the glow of his optics bathes you in blue. A little hand reaches out to touch his hand still curled loosely around you, a spot of warmth to distract him from the hurt. Grounding him and he’s shaken that you didn’t run away. “You’re still here.”

• Craning your neck, you look for the medic, trying to ignore the wonder in his voice. Like he’d fully expected to be abandoned. That it was normal and that doesn’t sit right with you for some reason. Then he’s trying to sit up, denta bared and panic washes through you because you’d just watched the medic reattach his missing arm. He’s not human, but surely he shouldn’t be up and about. “Stop. You’re going to hurt yourself,” you say holding up your palms like you can actually do anything to deter him if he’s decided to get up. But to your surprise he does stop, propped up on one elbow, glowing eyes staring down at you. Waiting? “You shouldn’t be up yet.” You have no idea if that’s true or not, but you make your tone firm and certain, because alien or not, he did just have an arm ripped off and reattached. Your mind dredges up that good arm outstretched, reaching and trembling. That broken, ragged plea to not be left alone and it still has the power to hurt you.

• You’re looking up at him, eyes wide in worry for him and it hurts. Because you see him. You care. After so long, he’s just used to being overlooked. Making a noise, his servos curl more firmly around you. Little hands landing on his much bigger hand and he freezes because you’re so tiny in his grip. “It’s okay,” he whispers, uncertain as his door wings fidget. Doesn’t want to scare you and you’re just so fragile. “Is this okay? Can I pick you up?”

• There it is again, the lost boy. It’s sweet that he’s so concerned, like he’s used to being told no. Expects it. As crazy as it undoubtedly is, you feel protective of the big, alien robot. Of Bluestreak, you correct yourself. Inhaling, you hang on to his hand and nod slowly. And he just grins at you, like you made his day and lifts you up to cradle you to him, like you’re the lost, little kitten and you soften even more. Because you are going to try your hardest to protect him.

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Your writing is so evocative! I love your snippets so much!!!! And are you using Motion CIty Soundtrack song titles for their titles!?!?!?! Love that! I keep hearing parts of the songs while I read your works and wowo it’s perfect. Great band, great mood setting, great writing. Appreciate all you do for us robot fuckers.

!!!! They are Motion City Soundtrack song titles- usually whichever one I was listening to at the time. They were my go to back when I wrote on FFN, so I knew if I was going to start writing Transformers fanfiction again, their albums would be my soundtrack 😆

Where I Belong Pt 3

Bluestreak x Reader

• Coming online in degrees, there’s still pain, but it’s not crippling. Just a dull, insistent ache that grounds him and drags him the rest of the way to alertness. To that remembered fear. He almost sits up, but freezes when something small and warm shifts against the side of his helm. A warm spot that’s breathing softly. “Careful,” Ratchet calls out, leaning over him to curl his servos around that warmth and he almost reaches to stop the medic as he lifts his little human free breaking that contact. And making him vent sharply in protest. Dangling from Ratchet’s hand, you make a sleepy noise, before laying your head over on a servo.

• “They stayed,” he says, reaching out both hands cupped together. Needing to feel you in his hands, to know you’re really real. You didn’t leave him alone when he’d been scared. Had stayed with him. Ratchet vents softly in annoyance, lowering you into Bluestreak’s hands. He remembers the pain, curling his servos around you. Clinging to you. “Did I hurt them?” You’re so still in his hands, breathing but not moving.

• There’s voices around you and you press your cheek into the warmth cradling you. Just five more minutes. You’re so tired. You sat up watching over Bluestreak for so long as he ‘recharged’ according to the medic. Despite his assurances the other alien was fine, every time you’d closed your eyes you’d seen that one flickering blue eye. Heard that broken plea to not be left alone. That fear eating at you, hurting your heart. “Just exhausted,” mutters a gruff voice. The medic taking to someone.

• Warmth spreads through him as you curl yourself in his hands, trusting yourself to him. You must to have stayed with him. You’d taken care of him and he’s going to care for you, too. He runs a servo along your spine, something in him settling. You’d been alone too, hadn’t you? There hadn’t been any other humans around. Maybe lonely like he is. Though he never would admit it out loud. It sounds so silly to feel alone when there are so many other Autobots about. He knows he can be annoying. Ask too many questions, talks too much, but as he runs that servo over you, feeling your little heart beating, he knows he’s not going to let you go. Ever. Neither one of you will need to be lonely.

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speaking of bumblebee and bluestreak (from that one possessive post you made) would you... ever consider writing something for one of them? 👉👈 no worries if not jhdsmgds--

I promise, I do like Bluestreak. Really.

Where I Belong

Bluestreak x Reader- hurt

• He’s always been lucky. Able to slip out of awful situations, but as his tires scream around a curve, he can admit that his luck might have finally ran out. Skywarp is right on him, staying as low as he can and not caring as his wings clips trees and send branches crashing down. The Seeker isn’t going to give up, he’s already leaking energon. As weapons fire peppers the asphalt around him and he swerves to avoid it, his tires lose traction and he’s skidding off the road, digging up ruts in a grassy yard before crashing into a human building.

• The sound of the impact rattles you, head turning as a car tears through your yard and slides into the side of your house. Numb, you just stare as that same car, unfolds into a monstrous giant. You can’t even process what you’re seeing before there’s a jet dropping from the sky, twisting into another metal monster and slamming its legs into the back of the first one, driving it down into the wreckage of your house. Reaching down to grab its arm in both hands and wrench, the metal and the monster itself screaming as the limb gives sickeningly. You sling yourself into the tree line on your belly, hiding as the purple and black thing that was a jet aims the cannon on its arm at the other monster’s head. And fires. It’s laughing now, a delighted cackling as the car monster slumps facedown in what was your house. Then the jet monster leaps, changing back into a jet to fly away. And you can’t breathe.

• You tear across the yard to your little sedan. Slamming the door as soon as you’re inside, you fumble with your keys and throw the car into reverse as soon as the engine cranks, eyes cutting to the rear view mirror. It’s alive. That one remaining glowing eye is flickering fitfully. Staring right at you, its one good arm still outstretched and trembling. Reaching. Pleading wordlessly. It’s a monster. And it’s hurt. Swearing under your breath, you shove the shifter back in park and kill the engine. You’d kind of always assumed you’d do well under pressure. Be smart, but no. Apparently you’re going to do the too stupid to live thing and go help the giant monster that just destroyed your house.

• “Please,” he groans, servos flexing as the human slings open the door to their car. They’re staring at him like he’s a monster, but if this is it, he doesn’t want to be alone. He’s afraid, he realizes as his arm drops, too weak to hold up any longer. Just stay. Not alone. Please. He’s not even sure if he’s speaking out loud or if the stream of words is only in his head, but you come closer. You don’t leave him.

• That please tears you apart, because it sounds so lost. It sounds like a scared, little kid, not a giant killer robot. That’s what makes you inch closer, within reach of this thing if it’s just toying with you. That big, blue eye stares at you from where it’s slumped and even if it’s alien, but there’s hope and fear in that face. “What can I do?”

• “Energon lines,” it rasps, voice breaking. “Bleeding.” Energon? Must be what’s leaking from the thing and as you inspect that ragged stump where the other arm was, yeah, there’s a torn hose there pouring the stuff. So it’s like a vein, a thought that makes you nauseated as you pray that stuff won’t eat the flesh off your bones and reach into the gap. Not sure what to do, you tie the end of the hose, aware of the monster robot moaning as you do. That nausea rears up again because it can obviously feel what you’re doing and you’re elbow deep in its side digging around in its innards. It’s a machine. Like your car engine. No reason to hurl about working on machine guts. Even if it’s moving and staring at you with uncanny intelligence, its insides wet with energon and hot to the touch.

• Little hands run along the tear where his arm had been. Little, soft hands that are shaking with fear as they find leaks and bind them with some kind of adhesive it ran to an outlying building to retrieve. It talks to him as it works, its voice calming and anchoring him so he doesn’t drift. So he can focus and radio for help. A little hand on the side of his helm, voice scared and breaking, promising him everything will be okay. That he’s going to be okay.

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