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sunrisecaminus · 3 months ago

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Hi it's me 🌻✨️

Had this idea give me optimus prime x reader headcanons (sfw or nsfw ) :>

Message - The Prime is amazing as a lover. I need to make a tier list on who is the best conjunx.

Optimus Prime x Human Reader Headcanons NSFW/SFW

Summary - Headcanons of Optimus with his human conjunx. SFW and NSFW.

Warning - NSFW below the "continue reading"

SFW

~ You want someone who will compliment you everyday and give you their 100% attention when you talk? Well congrats, you now have Optimus as your lover.

~ Bro, this guy will worry about you if you come back to the secret base two minutes later when you said you would be home.

~ Will never let you do anything with fighting or help in war efforts. After losing so many of his friends and family, he doesn't want to lose you as well.

~ You are as valuable as Cybertron to this guy, and he will obey every command you tell him…ok almost every command. If you tell him to let you fight, he would just pet your head and tell you no.

~ Do you know how hot you are when you defend your friends or the Autobots in front of him? Optimus would just be behind you, letting you scream at some guy who insulted him or someone else. He would just be there in support, just in case it would get physical.

~ If you more of a shy person, the Prime will drop everything for you if you wanted something. Knowing you don't ask for much, he would take your demands seriously.

~ If you are the independent attitude type, that man would simp for you anytime you order someone around. He needs the Prime's responsibilities taken off his shoulders and watching you do his job has to be amazing for him.

~ Optimus is not really good with physical affection in public, but the one thing he likes to do is lay his giant servo on your body while talking with you. Holding your body was such a privilege; Feeling your curves and soft skin was everything to the mech.

~ Forehead kissing? Yes please! Either he does it to you, or whenever he is leaning down to your height, you can give him a sneaky quick peck on his helmet.

~ Have you seen an angry Optimus? Holy fuck if that guy hears anything about you being harassed, he will drive you around for now on.

~ You will know when he is angry when he doesn't reply to your questions and stays quiet. If this ever happens, you will be ok. He would never yell at you or be violent…he just needs a breather to not punt the human that gave you a hard time.

~ Nah, screw the war, if MEGATRON gave you a hard time? Welp the four million year battle just ended right there. No mercy this time.

~ If he got angry with you? First, how did you fucking manage that? Second, he would be so nice about it. Telling you he needs a break to walk outside, he would think about what to do and than come back to tell you how he feels.

~ Please give Optimus kisses, the picture of him blushing and his engine revving a little will stay in your head for years.

NSFW

~ It is about damn time to talk about this, but Optimus is a freak.

~ Now don't get me wrong guys, it would take years of a loving relationship for him to finally be able to get that physical with you…but after? Nah it is almost every week you are banging.

~ The best is when he treats you like a queen. Optimus would do anything to hear your sweet moans.

~ Would it be funny if Ratchet was the only one who knew you guys got that deep into a relationship? I feel like every Autobot and Decepticon thinks that Optimus Prime is a pure man who doesn't do anything like that.

~ Keeping that in mind, they are dead ass wrong. Optimus is very skilled with interfacing, and could do almost anything you can put your mind to.

~ He is more of the soft top, telling you if you want him to do this or that. Being gentle whenever he handles you.

~ Eating you out is one of his favorites, giving your flower its proper care was his main priority.

~ It would take some begging from you to let himself be pleasured, he almost forgets that he has a spike that needs to be taken care of. It shows you how much he really loves and cherishes you.

~ Optimus is very sensitive when it comes to you playing with his spike. Rubbing your legs up and down on it, giving him a blow job, bucking your folds on him. He would try so hard not to make any embarrassing noises from how much bliss he is feeling.

~ He will always apologize to you when he cums first. Optimus feels bad when your lower half isn't cared for.

~ Aftercare is great, but after cleaning you and taking you to his birth, he still massages around your body. Optimus will tell you how beautiful you are to him until you doze off.

#maccadam #transformers #tfp #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers x y/n #transformers x human #valveplug #optimus x reader #optimus prime #optimus x human

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rabotimagines · 1 month ago

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As a fellow G1 lover.. who’s also newer to the transformers show and fandom. May I kindly request a really chaotic bot reader-

Chaotic in the sense of they very much have impulse control, they just don’t use the control part! They can and will say out of pocket things ranging from flirts to flat out saying some of the raunchiest stuff known to cybertronian kind. They love to hang off others if given the okay, will 100% just cuddle whoever if they’re allowed to.

But they also are super sweet, always willing to lend a servo or audial receptor- they love their friends, romantically or platonically. They just want to make sure their people they care for are happy in the war they’re all suffering in.

If it could be with the Autobot base? And maybe with my bots Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, and Jazz?? You’re free to add whoever else you please!!

I do adore your writing it’s amazing!! And easy to go along with to, I love just scrolling through a bunch of it! I hope you have a good timezone!! Take care and take breaks when needed. :]

I shall try to pace myself correctly. Frankly, the robots are the only thing keeping me sane considering the state of the world rn... The horrors may have a hold of my ass but I stay a freak about mechs...

"Chaotic" GN BOT Reader + Sideswipe, Sunstreaker, Jazz, Ratchet

Summary: You're Chaotic, affectionate, and, you mean well.

G1 characters: The Lamborghini twins, Jazz, Ratchet

Genre/Theme: Platonic

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: I took the "chaotic" as an also off and on the battlefield trait.

Sideswipes one of the few Autobots that's actually usually fine with the physical affection. So it wouldn't be strange to see you hanging off of Sideswipe most of the time. Your arm around his pauldron or linked with his own arm. Sure, he's not a "constant wants to cuddle" type, though, so he'll usually have to revoke privileges when he's not up for it. But about eight times outta ten Sideswipes cool with you touching him in some way.

Sideswipe is almost exactly the same on the battlefield, so he can't exactly scold you for being chaotic there even if he thinks you're going too far. Which definitely takes a lot for him to want to scold you in the first place since Sideswipes impulsive and no bars when the potential to win a fight is on the line. Which usually leads to Cons out right avoiding you both if they see you and Sideswipe together on the battlefield. They don't know what you'll do, but they know sparkdamn well they aren't gonna like it.

If you're cool with it, then Sideswipe will drag you into physical bouts with him when he wants some fun. Wanna do some arm wrestling? Or a full frame spar? If you're game, then he'll be tossing you around and vice versa whenever he's bored and has nothing else to do. That or he's using you to help pull his pranks. Which does lead to you being in trouble, especially if either of you gets caught. But Sideswipe won't leave you out to dry since he's the one roping you into these in the first place. No mech left behind!

You better be glad you're getting your physical contact filled in with his twin, because Sunstreaker sure as slag ain't letting you touch him. He doesn't want you scuffing his frame or getting him dirty. Doesn't matter if you were just in the solvent showers- servos off and away. He's messaging Sideswipe to come be his shield whenever he sees you, even if you do respect his boundaries the first time he tells you no. Sunstreaker isn't risking it. Especially not when you're constantly grabbing everyone who lets you.

Sunstreaker doesn't think you're stupid- he knows you're stupid. Because you sure as slag do not seem to care about doing or saying dumb slag when you know it's not gonna go over well. At least it's the entertaining type of stupid. Sunstreaker usually crossing his arms over his chassis and silently stands on the sidelines and stares when you're doing whatever slag you've decided you were gonna do. And he watches the fallout from your own dumbaft choices.

Sunstreaker does take full advantage of the fact that you constantly seem to want to do things for them. Which usually gets him getting verbally reamed out by the officers when he gets caught again, putting his boring menial ark shifts off on you to go race. If he's not using you to get off his shift, he's having you be pack mule for him if he can't (Or doesn't want to) fit something in his sub space. Via having you carrying whatever he doesn't have to be carrying. He gets into it with Sideswipe sometimes because apparently his brother doesn't like how he acts towards you enough to start slag about it. Whatever. It's not like you were complaining about it.

Jazz is a bit concerned about your ol' lack of... control. He's used to your by the seat of your aft type behavior, so he's not typically surprised. But that usually doesn't stop him from shaking a helm or tutting his glossia with his signature smile in place. If whatever you're doing dumb is actually seriously dangerous or disruptive, then Jazz will usually scold you if he's gotta. But in all honesty, it usually feels like a mischievous adult cat trying to discipline a kitten. It'll have to be pretty severe if Jazz is gonna scold you proper.

Jazz is also not a mech shy about affection, at least on the ark. Wanna grab him for a few klicks in the cafeteria? Wanna hold his hand down the ark hallway? Go right on ahead. Jazz doesn't like you getting grabby with him off of the base however "Can't have you hanging off of me for the next few klicks. Need to keep up appearances, Capiche?"

Jazz is very nonchalant about you seemingly wanting to do everything and anything for him. He's not royalty or nothin' just your ol' second in command. So he usually has you do things for yourself whenever you try and do something for him. Wanna know what he wants? Go refuel for yourself. Go take a break. Come listen to these new tunes Jazz has saved on his sound system and tell him what ya think. Y'know simple stuff.

Your mouth and solvent. Name a more iconic duo to Ratchet, and he might not wash your mouth out with it. You'd be well antiquated with Ratchet due to your own impulsive and rash decisions leading to injuries both off and on the battlefield. You end up in the medbay for some dumb slag once again, and Ratchet would be staring at you with the same withering tired look. Until you start squirming before he's asking "Now was that a good idea?" And waiting to hear your sorry excuse for whatever you did this time.

Ratchet will try to get to the bottom of your own urge to be useful, especially if it's whats causing you to act rash in the first place. Whether it's a psychological one or just an innate part of your programming (or just you), Ratchet wants you to put yourself first, especially in battlefield situations. You wanna do something for Ratchet? Then can you do that for him?

Ratchets not particularly fond of physical affection. He's not adverse to it hardly. It's more something he'll only allow on the occasion. A sideways hug here, a pauldron squeeze from him there. Keep yourself together for the next major battle, and Ratchet will allow a full frame hug! (He says this is a one-time deal, but if you can do it next time as well, he'll give you another one. The tired sap.)

#transformers x reader #transformers x cybertronian reader #transformers x y/n #sideswipe x reader #sunstreaker x reader #ratchet x reader #jazz x reader #rabot asks #x reader #rabot writes #rabot requests

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transformers-spike · 4 months ago

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Human pet reader x swindle is so funny to me because like, you know it started as swindle either picking reader up from some other alien auction or like from earth with the intent to sort of train em and sell them possibly to get more info on if they’re a viable source of shanix, and then like. He fell in love with them on accident. Like:

Swindle, Rubbing his human’s belly with his digit.: “Oh? Look at you baring you delicate little stomach, how cute! Almost makes me not want to sell—“

Reader:…

*Reader gently puts their little hands around his finger and kisses the side of it, looking up at him with affection*

Swindle: “…to sell you.”

Reader: “…?”

Swindle: “Fuck.”

YES I'm telling you, once they get over the whole "What the fuck is that baby-pelican-looking freak" - they start viewing humans as... strangely cute. Their skin actually feels quite nice, their hair too. We need more humans being treated like sentient pets. Just bots burying their faces in their human's belly because it's so softtt - and getting to pick them up and carry them around like a cat, and watching them eat like

Swindle here is experiencing cute aggression first hand (first servo?) - he just wanted to see if he could train a human into becoming the perfect pet, but he did such a good job (and the human was so affectionate) that he got too lost in the sauce. Yeah - he's gonna sell more humans. But this one right here is his! I sure hope he doesn't end up developing a curiosity for human valves. Going from "idc if it's naked - it's just a sentient animal" to "So... do I add another selling point?"

#transformers x human #transformers x reader #valveplug #tfa swindle #tfa swindle x reader #transformers animated #y'all you have no idea how down bad i am for swindle and his human pet #i love this so fucking much

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robolvrr · 6 months ago

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whirl x gn! masochist reader

nsfw content. warnings: sexual content. mild blood. dirtytalk. humiliation/painplay.

whirl being whirl. nasty ensues.

"quit yer squirming, fleshie."

his warning garbles to a thick, coated snarl which sends the wire thin hair of your arms erect. you can feel a dribble of warmth flood out your nose down your jaw instead, ignoring the bitter tang and panting out your grievances instead.

motherfucker had started all this by breaking it.

you don't even have the comfort that it was accidental, because despite popular belief whirl rarely does anything without some premeditated thought.

his claws make quick work of your uniform, shredding through supposedly the galaxy's most endurable nylon and mesh with a rattle to his engines. what a scam.

that glowing orb of an optic burns bright in your reflection, which between blotted lashes and stinging tears looks awfully pleased. another whine crawls free from your throat.

"fuck, fuck, f-fuck! you fuck! stop tearing my shit, you're such an asshole—"

he must have liked that too. his attention doesn't wander though a servo does, catching your throat as a grizzley would salmon. it's strangely familiar to an animal planet special, you think, seeing his predatory frame dwarf yours.

no amount of struggling would have gone your favor anyhow.

whirl gives a mean laugh that shouldn't make you gush, but it does and he knows, especially as he uses your neck as a way to keep your hips grinding against the sharp corners of his sink.

"aw, don't be like that meatbag. and here i thought we were makin' progress!"

his spike bulges in you. you let out a shrill, wanton sob. he's grossly leering at your ass at this point, watching skin and flesh and muscle ripple the harder he goes. he thinks about the pinpricks he's left digging into you and how you take all the abuse he dishes so, so well.

"you getting.. ha.. ffff.. cold pedes, huh? you wish you were - slag, you're tighter than, shhiiii-- doing this with someone else? someone nice?"

the cackle you earn is maniacal as you manage to violently shake your head, a hand of yours slamming against the mirror as you fight to throw your weight back and meet his cruel affections.

it's difficult to find at what point your sanity finally unfolded and ended up in the lap of this psycho.

everyone is so, so nice. rodimus deemed it necessary.

everyone smiles at you, mostly. guides you, listens to you, enamored or curious or respectful enough to keep their dislike quiet.

it's excruciating. you don't like the unknown and you question the present, if it's genuine or not.

but whirl? oh, he made his opinions loud and clear. and when he insulted you and your size and the way your eyeballs bulged out your head like you were some scooped out animal when you got scared, there was a silent, shared understanding between you two as the crew tried to argue him to silence.

he saw you. he knew you and what you needed in a heartbeat.

an arrangement was made.

you aren't dating. you aren't in love and if you are it's in a way that doesn't fit standards. it's not as if you're worried though the previous entanglements where he managed to tug your jealousy from its shell leaves uncomfortable questions unanswered.

"hey. hey. don't you dare pass out on me. i want you awake when i overload. i want you alive."

a weak noise pitters when you force your control back into gear. slamming into glass shards isn't ideal.

not this time at least.

god, you are a freak.

"m-maybe you aren't hitting it like you need to be. go harder. i want to feel you burst my guts."

whirl doesn't stop but you see golden crescent, squinting at you. his claws delve into your hair and tug your scalp.

a yowl of joy is gargled with drool. limp and pliant, he now can fully destroy you and enjoy how noodly you get for him, almost as if the bones of your spine and arms and legs have disintegrated and he's fragging a puddle of goo.

"there's my nasty babe."

his spike swells. you can feel each inch grow fat with fluid, knocking into soft, sopping flesh and rubbing spots internally your fingers, toys and partners never had the expertise to find.

a claw, still holding your head hostage, is long enough to hook into your nostril. you think for a moment he's going to treat you like a pig and it makes you squeal, but it's whirl, remember?

he can't be too sweet with you.

so, he plays with your lips, still fascinated with how easily they squeeze between sharp prods. he finds the point where you truly struggle and squirm and gives you a second to breathe.

"a-angh!!!"

the air is knocked out from your lungs. it burns. you're babbling. an 'i love it' and an 'i love you' intermingle; you swear you hear whirl curse before he damn near breaks the sink, water rushing and treating you like a hollow toy.

"gonna.. gonna split you open. gonna make you break and break you again and again and again. never gonna like anything other than this. i wish i could eat you. crush you."

the closest to an confession you'll get.

you cum, crying for the third time.

"want it. whant yhu. wan' it, wan' it, harder, harder!"

hot, molten release coats your thighs sticky and thick. your arousal mixes with his, though he just keeps pumping you full until you groan.

he pulls out only to spurt over your back, hissing as he paints your skin and taps his spike crudely against your shoulder blades.

you groggily croak, curious as he rubs it between them, once. huh. strange choice.

a kink for another cycle. another nanoklik.

knowing whirl, you'll be back at it sooner than later.

"well. makes up for the little boo-boo, right?"

insufferable. maybe you will take up some of the lost light members drunken fantasies and toss him out the nearest airlock.

"ffffff..."

"fuck? me? yeah shortstack, ya' just did."

"yu.. you are suchh.."

"youuuu need me to call a medic? sounding kind of out of breath. could have 'em swing by... take a little looksie themselves."

your fire cools, a whine as you swipe back at him overwhelmed by the laughter that rumbles behind you.

#mtmte x reader #tf mtmte #tf whirl #whirl x reader #transformers x reader #transformers x human #/nsft #/nsfw #maccadam #first contact au #mtmte #valveplug #whirl transformers #transformers mtmte #mtmte whirl

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tom-foolery-incorporated · 21 days ago

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Hey, idk who to talk to about this, but I need to yap about giving trailbreaker the most sloppiest toppy head he's ever received in his life. Like him kinda drunk and blacking out afterwards, and he thought it was just some crazy fantasy until he catches reader's eye and they thank him and ask for a round two, but its his valve next. He is super freaking cute and deserves so much better than how he's treated in the comics. Please understand that I love him.

Thanks for all you do and all you write. It makes my day so much better when I see it.

- d. tron

Trailbreaker x reader, reader gives trailbreaker some mad dome, reader wears a playboy costume, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, no genitalia mentioned for reader, intoxication

Halls of Ween or whatever this human holiday was called was okay in Trailbreaker’s book. He didn’t half mind the spooky little celebration Swerve put on for the ship’s little human. He definitely didn’t mind the costume you chose either. Tight little black leotard with a white collar and tiny tie, cuffs to match your collar, fishnets, and some black heels. What really made your costume all the better for Trailbreaker’s spank bank was the little bunny ears and tail you wore. Playboy was it? He remembered you talking about something like that.

Hell, he could hardly pay attention when you spoke to him. Your soft little lips moving to form words was practically hypnotizing. Even now as you rambled on about something, Trailbreaker couldn’t keep his attention focused on what you said. All he could do was ogle the way you stuck your butt up in the air as you leaned over the bar from your stool. Your hips swayed back and forth and Trailbreaker couldn’t help but imagine reaching over you and grabbing that sweet little aft in his servo. He could run a digit along your barely covered human valve as you struggled to keep speaking. He’d definitely want to finger you nice and wide open while making sure you keep talking. That voice was like a hum of angels.

Then something sour ran through his energon tubes. A pang of jealousy and loathing stabbed through his spark as the realization hit him. With your ass in the air, any mech could get a look at your barely covered cunt as it presses against the leotard. You swayed your most intimate parts side to side like a hypnotizing pendulum for any mech to ogle at. Any mech including Fortress Maximus.

While Trailbreaker will admit, it didn’t seem like Maximus was trying to catch a perverted glance at your genitalia, he could still tell from the flustered state of the mech that he was definitely looking. What business would Maximus even have with you anyway? You barely reach his knee plating for Primus’ sake! There would be no way he could fit his spike inside of you. Your poor little pussy would be torn in half!

Trailbreaker didn’t even realize how hard he had slammed his cup back down onto the bar until the angelic hum of your voice stopped. “Are you okay?” You asked with a look of concern.

“Huh? Y-yeah,” Trailbreaker slurred trying to calm himself. Frag, he just caught Rodimus taking a long shameless look at how you stuck your ass in the air. Whirl seemed to notice what Rodimus was looking at before he said something to the mech. Whatever Whirl said must have been bad because Rodimus cringed, rolled his eyes, and made a disgusted face.

“Are you sure?” You asked standing up straighter giving your back a delightful little arch.

“Yeah,” he said with a lopsided smile trying to convince you to drop the subject. Trailbreaker didn’t know how to explain how jealous he was getting over other mechs simply looking at you.

Oh come on! Even Megatron was watching your cute little ass in the air over his drink!

“We can always go somewhere quieter,” you said while leaning closer to Trailbreaker. There was intent laced within every words you spoke. His EM field pulsed with need at how you looked at him.

“Y-yeah?” Trailbreaker stuttered through. He had no idea how to react to his ultimate fantasy starting to come to life.

“Only if you want to,” you corrected trying to back track a bit.

“Let’s go to my habsuite,” Trailbreaker smiled feeling his spike start to pressurize. He couldn’t tell if the buzz he was feeling was from the engex he had been drinking or the fuzzy feeling you sent straight to his spark. In all honesty, you were giving him more of a high than engex ever could.

You leaned even further across the bar until you were slung over Trailbreaker’s black arm plating with only your tiptoes still on your barstool. “I’d really like that,” you said lowly while looking up at Trailbreaker through your eyelashes. You could feel the electric hum of his EM field putting your hair on end. His cooling fans seemed to snap on without any warning at simply you hugging his arm. He could feel your warm body squish against his plating through your skimpy costume.

“You look like you want to do me right here right now,” you teased noticing Trailbreaker’s predatory gaze on you. His optics burned brighter through his visor. His orange biolights were brighter now than you had ever seen them.

“I really do,” Trailbreaker rumbled with a rev of his engine. “But I’d hate to have anyone else getting to see you like that.”

You gigged as you hopped off of your barstool with a soft umph. Trailbreaker watched you amused at the insane size difference between you two. “C’mon,” you teased while running your hand along his leg wheel. “Show me your habsuite, handsome.”

The walk to his habsuite seemed to take forever and not just because he had to slow his pace so you could keep up with him. It was like the halls were never ending and Trailbreaker would never be able to have you so cutely spread out on his berth. He had half the mind to just grab you like a doll and slink into a storage closet before he finally reached his door.

“Frag,” Trailbreaker laughed looking down at you. “How are we going to do this?” You ran your hands up his thigh plating as you rubbed your face against his leg. “Maybe you should come down here then,” you purred.

Trailbreaker had to keep himself from collapsing on top of you at your request. He carefully knelt down and folded himself over until his faceplate was inches from you. He could feel your little breath on his dermas and dear Primus did you smell so good. He grabbed you in his servos as he pushed his intake against your mouth.

Your lips were so small as you struggled to keep up with how Trailbreaker practically devoured you. Every little squeak and moan you made only fueled how desperate Trailbreaker was to have you. He groped at your soft flesh so needily you were sure he left bruises in his wake. His digits ran over your ass in worship before pinching the fat between them. The way you jumped and moaned into the sloppy kiss was enough to have his spike springing free from his modesty plate.

You managed to pull away from your giant lover to ogle at the black and red phallus that bobbed between his legs. Trailbreaker swore under his breath starting to feel embarrassed at how needy you had made him.

“Fuck,” you bit your lip. “Can I suck you off?”

Trailbreaker lost his balance before tittering on his heels then flopping on his aft. You grunted a bit as his servo knocked you over but slowly started giggling.

“Frag yes you can,” Trailbreaker grunted feeling like his processor was 10 meters higher than his helm. This buzz was like being in a helium cloud. He swore he was dreaming when he saw you kneel in front of his spike and wrap your hands around him. His valve pulsed at the contact as transfluid started to leak from the tip.

“You’re so warm,” you said breathlessly as you moved to kiss up his shaft. You eagerly let your tongue slip between your lips to lick up his mechanical cock. Trailbreaker was about to say something but was cut off when you shoved his spike as far into your mouth as it could go. You set a frantic pace trying to suck everything Trailbreaker had out of him.

“Don’t-FRAG-Don’t hurt yourself on it,” Trailbreaker moaned as his voice box became glitched. This was everything he had ever fantasized about. You looked straight out of a porn in your little costume as you sucked him off like his spike was your only source of life.

You pulled off his spike with a dramatic slurp. “You’re so hot,” you panted as you desperately licked at his cock. “God I’ve wanted this for so long!”

Trailbreaker whined. You were going to kill him if you kept up what you were doing. Delicate little human lips worshipping his spike like you were born to have him fuck your mouth. You left open mouth kisses up his shaft as you stroked him eagerly. A mixture of your own drool and his transfluid became your lipgloss with every kiss you left.

Trailbreaker cupped your body in his servo as you slobbered on him. Your human mouth was like nothing he had ever felt before. The way you moaned with his spike in your mouth made him unintentionally buck his hips causing his tip to jab the back of your throat. Trailbreaker had thought he killed you when he heard you gag but much to his relief you were fine and all too eager to choke on him.

You pulled yourself away from the mechanical phallus once again to give Trailbreaker a devious look. “Do you want to fuck my face?”

It came out of him like an eruption. Bright pink fluid spurting from his spike and covering your costumed body. It slid down your chest past the sweetheart collar of your leotard and into your costume. It covered your torso like you were a dipped strawberry.

“Frag,” Trailbreaker ran his servo over his faceplate as the embarrassment started to set in.

“Was that just from me asking you to fuck my face?” You giggled as you played with his overload between your fingers.

“I swear I can last longer,” Trailbreaker slurred as the mix of his buz and the orgasm started to get to him.

“That was hot,” you praised as you started to lick his overload off his spike. “That’s so hot knowing I have that effect on you.”

Trailbreaker whined and grabbed your head to keep you from overstimulating his poor cock. “I can make it up to you.”

“No need, baby,” you said softly as you guided his servo to cup your face. “Just let me clean up a bit. We can continue after you recharge.”

Recharge? Why would he need to recharge? You’re here dressed like a pervert’s dream covered in his transfluid! Why would he-

His optics flickered on as he gazed through his visor. His systems buzzed and his gears creaked with an engex hangover. Was that all a dream? Did he really get so blasted he passed out and had a wet dream about you? Apparently it had been good enough for him to pop open his modesty plate in his sleep. Trailbreaker went to move but stopped when he heard an annoyed sleepy groan.

Your sleepy little form was nuzzled against his chasis just under his chin. A patchy cloth covered your body in a makeshift blanket as you snoozed just over his humming spark. All the energon in his body was rushing through his tubing so fast he could hear the rush of fluids in his audial receptors. You stirred under your blanket and gave a big stretch. Trailbreaker could only lay there stiff as a board as he realized last night was very real and not some sick prank his processor pulled on him. Your costumed body was on top of him with bits of his transfluid staining your leotard. Your bunny ears and heels were tossed to the side of his berth carelessly. Every fantasy Trailbreaker had had of this moment flashed through his processor. He should be suave and confident in this moment not feeling like his spark was trying to burst through his chasis.

“G’morning, handsome,” you said sleepily as your little hands cupped his faceplate.

“Frag,” Trailbreaker exvented. “Did we-?”

“I just gave you a blowjob,” you purred while stroking his faceplate. “I wanted you to get some sleep before we went any further. You looked beat last night.”

Trailbreaker could feel every cable, every wire, and every piston in his body relax from your touch. “You tasted so good,” you said moving your position so you were straddling Trailbreaker’s chasis. “That big spike came so much for me.”

You started leaving open mouth kisses along his jawline. Trailbreaker brought his servos up to cup your small human body as you loved on him. His spike began to twitch as it started to be brought back to life.

“Are you gonna let me slobber on that valve?” You whispered in Trailbreaker’s audio receptor. “I wanna eat you out so bad.”

“Frag,” he moaned as he lifted his legs and bent his knee joints. “Who am I to stop you?”

#transformers #valveplug #valveplug x reader #trailbreaker #trailbreaker x reader #trailbreaker valveplug #transformers x reader #sorry for ending it before you start gobbling on that valve #I couldn’t think of a way to continue that I was happy with

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tinydefector · 1 year ago

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Do you think cybertronians every freak out with more "fragile " humans. I have EDS and it seems to effect my knees the most right now so I tend to fall due to them popping and giving out on me. I'm used to it by now and have gotten knee braces. Do you think any of the bots or cons would freak out if they saw a human fall and have to lay down for a while. I think I'd find it really funny while laying on the ground in pain lmao. Love your work by the way you write lovely !

Gods, I felt the knees too much mine dislocated, and atm I have one that's been causing me hell

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I do think they would freak out the first few times. But after a while, they would start just going. "You good?" But also on that, I believe they would also find ways to help improve your movement. Mind you, I have a rather messed up knee and need a brace that has a locking mechanism in it in case my knee gives out on me. So I can see a lot of the Cybertronians trying to help make you more comfortable with gadgets to help. For example, if you have trouble walking, they will make you a more advanced brace, one that still assist and holds much better than the flimsy wires in the ones you get from the hospital.

The first time the bots hear your bones crack, it sends them into a panic, thinking you're breaking, and they have them rushing you to the medbay into the doctors servos, saying your dying because your body is creaking and cracking.

These guys love modifying things because they know humans can't simply replace limps like they can. So when you have an issue with one of the wheels on your wheelchair. They are straight away working on fixing it up, adding wheels with a lot more resistance to strain. Don't ask where they got the equipment. The bots try their best to be as accommodating as possible. A place doesn't have a ramp. They will lift you up the stairs. Even make it easier for you to get into their alt mode. It's simple little things, and they may not be a lot to them, but it makes life so much easier for you.

The medics also take it upon themselves to learn human medicine and body structure because after they hear you complain about how expensive health care is, they want to try and give you the best care they can. Which involves them making medicines, equipment, and services for you. Also, expect with any injuries that the bots are going to make you do a lot of physio to try and help you strengthen your joins the best it can. Tho they know each human is different, they do try their best to accommodate for you better than a lot of other humans do. To them, you are never a burden its always a delight for them to do something as simple as help you when you're in pain or having difficulty.

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keferon · 6 months ago

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Sorry in advance for the word vomit but. I love the whole Jazz-and-Prowl figuring out the language barrier but also consider:

They don't.

Prowl's been captured by Quintessons and is currently thinking of ways to completely scrape his processor so they can't get any useful data, only to get rescued by a random mech. They fight their way out (the mech is extremely proficient in combat). At first he thinks it's a drone- it looks at him when he asks questions but doesn't answer (responds to noise, not language), it is sparkless (not alive) and it makes random but entirely incoherent noises and doesn't even ping (not able to communicate). Prowl has no idea what's going on but he's too injured to make it back to base alone and it's helping him? So. He chalks it up to some waylaid stealth military asset and tries to think of ways to both get it back to base whilst also making sure it's not some sort of Quintesson Trojan-horse [10%].

Meanwhile, Jazz was sent to blow up a Quintesson command camp by his organisation but instead he got thrown through a weird portal, and found a pilot all tied down and probably being tortured so naturally he busted him out but uh. He has no idea what the other is saying. He's talking in total tonal gibberish. Not that he's judging, he's heard some stuff about how far other piloting programs are willing to go to advance neural technology. And his face! He has one! A handsome one. Must be some advanced shit because he's got micro expressions and he's using them to frown as him. Anyways, Jazz's got bigger fish to fry. The sky's a different colour, there are two suns and atmo is reading terribly low levels of O2. Maybe he and this pilot got thrown into an alien planet? Cool- well, actually pretty bad but hey they're in this together.

Prowl knows by models that they're bound to run into another Quintesson patrol eventually, and based on the drones alertness to its surroundings, his previous observations to its capacity to fight, and how it doesn't stray to far from him, if patrol numbers are favourable [1-8 range] they can survive [70, .5]% the route back to base. But the drone is reckless and abandons him to the melee (how can a drone be reckless?) and Prowl gets injured worse. Energon drips from wounds, and the angle makes it challenging for him to patch it. But the drone creeps closer, folds to its (knees? Its joints are in an odd but effective configuration) and gently (gently?) begins to mimic (clumsily) Prowl's motions of patching his wounds. Here is where Prowl falters, because drones are not so careful. Drones do not do not look up multiple times at his faceplates, and become more delicate when they see you in pain. Drones don't hold out a servo and help you to your pedes when your done. Which begs the question, if he's not a drone, so what has been done to this mech?

Jazz on the other hand is freaking the fuck out. Naturally. Because uh, he started slicing Quints, expecting Frowny to do the same because his mech was still clearly operational, only for the idiot to completely disregarded normal combat standards which can be summarised as 'fight hard or die' and instead get chewed on by some big ass teeth.

Only to see the glowing purple dripping from his torn sides, only to see that he's bleeding.

Machines don't bleed.

So Jazz figures out Frowny is an alien first. He starts pointing at himself and saying his name, insistently, until Frowny repeats it. He points at Frowny, and records and replays whatever sound bite Frowny makes until Frowny's also nodding in confirmation. He still calls him Frowny, because even though he has his name? Probably? He has no idea what it means and can't actually pronounce it (no idea how to get a mouth to move that way) but hey! Progress! He does this again and again with small things (rock, hand, cyber?animals, music (Frowny's confused at that one it's pretty adorable) ect.

Prowl has no idea what to make of this strange mech. Is he a failed experiment? A runaway from Cybertron following the Functionalists rise or power? Thennn Prowl finds out one fateful night that the mech is actually an alien organic (in a fit of misunderstandings, and squeezes him pretty hard for it ouch and feels SO guilty about it later) and suddenly the language/culture barrier makes way more sense.

Prowl's injuries degrade (a line splits). He has no way to communicate this except for the energon dripping out of his chassis. The organic is clearly worried (how did he think he was ever sparkless), and Prowl can't reach the injury himself. So he guides the mech's servos past armour and wiring, down to protoform (near his sparkchamber) to the split line. Gestures and hopes the mech can figure out what to do from his miming[#^%]. That'll he'll be careful, and won't hurt him [5%, 87%, #*%, *########%].

Frowny is later picking shrapnel stuck in his forearm that's too small for him to remove, so Jazz gets out of his mech to help with his small human hands. Jazz has no way to communicate to Frowny that if he moves, he'll sheer Jazz's limbs clean off, but he goes in anyway, because Frowny's hurt, and speckled in blood. Because he's clearly struggling and hurt and tired. Because Jazz has to trust that he won't.

Frowny's injures eventually make him collapse, and Jazz carries him the rest of the way. Jazz has no idea how they'll be received (especially considering how Frowny reacted when he found out Jazz was organic). Jazz knows he might be dissected. Knows he might be pulled apart (again) but.

He remembers all the little moments they had on their journey (Frowny shielding him from falling rubble when Jazz was out of his mech once, them getting to gesticulating arguments, Frowny's reaction to his music, how he fell asleep on Jazz once and it was fricken adorable).

It doesn't matter that Jazz can't say (barely understands) his actual name. That Frowny probably doesn't understand his. It doesn't matter that they talk in halting miming, in broken sound clips and touches and half-glares.

He's already gone out on all his limbs, might as well put his head on the chopping block. And if it causes him to lose the damn thing, well.

He's a pilot. Dying horribly is practically his job description.

OOOUUUUGGGGGHHHHHHHHH DYING HORRIBLY IS PRACTICALLY HIS JOB DESCRIPTION,,,,,,,,,,,

#so cute #SO FUCKING CUTE #someone sedate me #mecha pilot jazz au

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drabbletron · 3 months ago

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Sharing is Caring: Hound X Reader SMUT

|| I had the starting dialogue in my drafts for a long time and I really wanted to lean into some of the freak stuff Hound might be into after considering his Dilf-ness. Please accept this as my contribution to loving Hound. ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

"Here you go sweetspark, swallow me just like that. There it is."

After running the tip gently over your lips to part them, Hound eases his cable past your lips and over your tongue, trying to reach your throat. You keep your mouth limp and gentle as he fills it, not feeling rushed or pressured as he presses in. The taste is like almost nothing, akin to odorless moisturizer from the lubricant, but the weight of it against you makes you sigh. It's warm and smooth over your taste buds as it slips farther in.

"That's the way to do it!"

He moves slow so as not to gag you, and once he's fully engulfed he moves his servo from guiding his spike to caress under your jaw and cheek while his other servo pets the top of your head and the side of your face tenderly. You’re so good to him that he just has to pet his sweet little doll.

"Very good. You're a natural, darlin'. I knew you could do it." Once he feels your nose bump his pelvic plating he sighs, helm tipping back for a moment’s bliss and he can’t wait to lose himself in you. All around his spike is hot and wet, the texture only something he could get being with a human, being with you. Maybe if he himself were human it’d feel that much more intense.

"Mmm that's it, sweetspark," he purrs. He let's his optics fall closed and he can feel your tongue tickling the underside of his cable, trying to stimulate him more. You do what you can to make him feel good, and you know he'll reciprocate tenfold. He's never been one to leave you wanting unless he absolutely has to. Always the gentlemech.

Slowly he pulls back, dragging deliciously over your tongue before lunging back in, deep and deliberate with a steady pace. He doesn't break stride even as you brace yourself against his thighs and nearly gag. If anything, the gagging turns him on more and he can see little tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. He knows he shouldn't like that, that you might be in pain, but you've cried in pleasure with him before. This is hopefully no different and he can hear you moaning around him and watches your eyes rolling back. You look too blissed out to care really.

You do what you can to relax as he makes love to your face, not overly hard but deep and plunging to hit the back of your throat each time. Every thrust keeps you on the edge of nirvana. The way he glides over your mouth and then seeing him looking at you like you're heaven sent makes your insides quiver. It's all you can do to give him more and to make him feel as good as you can. You've never been so happy to be used like this, and you can feel your cunt dripping and waiting as you swallow his length.

"You're a real dream, sweetspark. Look at you taking me. Oh, you’re just happy to be here, ain'tcha? Hold tight now, y'hear?"

Hound switches his grip so he’s holding both sides of your head to keep you steady and angling you to look up more so he’s down your throat. When he picks up speed, and exchanges going deep for being quick, you adjust accordingly by sucking him that much harder and hollowing your cheeks.

"Almost there, almost -- there!" He grunts into every thrust, rolling his hips and almost stuttering the pacing. His engines rev until he stalls out, his optics flare, and then his vocalizer turns to static.

That's all the notice he gives you before he's overloading into your mouth. His servos that were once carefully holding you have now resorted to cupping the back of your skull to his pelvic plating, trying to keep you from pulling off of him and spilling his precious load anywhere that isn't in your little mouth.

"Hold it in your mouth for me, darlin'."

You whimper against him trying to relax and take his little petering bunny-thrusts until he stills. You do as you're bade at the expense of not being able to properly suck him dry like you planned. Just what is he up to asking you not to swallow? Normally he likes that. That thought is vaguely hanging around the outskirts of your dizzy mind when he pulls away and kneels before you. His optics are bright and warm like sunshine always despite the way he just used you. That gentle smile almost out of place until he speaks in that soft voice.

"Now we got to get you cleaned up, ok? Remember, love, don’t swallow." Hound presses a servo to your chin to tip your head up and keeps you mouth open just so he can see all he’s done. His transfluid coats the inside of your cheeks and he can see it pooling at the back of your mouth. It swishes around and he's sure you’ve swallowed some on reflex, but there's plenty there he won’t miss that little bit.

Carefully he leans in and places his intake of your mouth with a hum, using a servo to cup the back of your head while the other still holds your chin. Hound tips you down so his transfluid runs from your mouth into his and he swallows it for you. You can feel him run his hot glossa over your tongue, teeth and the entire inside of your mouth, licking and cleaning thoroughly all his spent from you. You whimper at the loss but sigh when he pulls away and a trail of fluids connects your mouth to his.

“Darlin’, I think you should share with me more often.”

#mtmte #maccadam #mtmte x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #g1 hound x reader #valveplug #mtmte hound #idw hound x reader #tf idw hound x reader #tf idw hound #tf hound x reader #hound x reader #transformers g1 #idw transformers #tf hound

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revelboo · 4 months ago

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ok i know im a little late for valentines day but this made me think of rodimus and wanted to share with the class

Yeah, that’s pretty much Roddy…

18+ mass displaced mech

Attractive Today Scenario

Rodimus x Reader

• Oh. He's in a mood. Hadn't even really known hot metal had a smell, but you can smell his plating heating as he stares at the datapad in his hands. Can't understand the alien glyphs on the screen, but you see the screen glitch and start to warp. Beginning to melt before he's slinging it like a frisbee to shatter against the wall, dropping his head into his hands as a corona of flame kindles along his servos. Have seen enough of his tantrums to know that whatever that was, it was likely from Ultra Magnus or Megatron and it's pissed him off. "Everything okay?" You ask and he flinches guiltily like he'd forgotten you were on his desk, before shoving back so suddenly he knocks his chair over and nearly goes down with it in his haste to put some space between the two of you.

• Servos trembling, he backs away until he hits the wall and slides down to sit in the floor. Trying to get himself under control, because his temper and his outlier ability is more than just an inconvenience right now. To you, it's deadly. Venting raggedly, he draws his knees up to his body. "Talk to me. Just... I need something to focus on," he manages. Something to distract him from the anger until he gets himself back together. "Please." Primus, don't let him lose it and torch the whole habsuite. Not with you here. Please, anything but that. And now anxiety is twisting through him to mingle with the anger, fueling the chaos in him.

• Moving to the edge of the desk, you sit with your legs dangling. Inhaling shakily, because if both of you start panicking, it's over. "Hey, look at me. Roddy, you're not going to hurt me." Those blue optics are frightened, flames dancing along his plating, his helm. The temperature in the habsuite climbing as you start to sweat. "You never hurt me." Need to distract him. Get him fully focused on you, not his emotions. "Remember? Our first time? You were so freaked out that you were going to lose control." Those optics are locked with your eyes. His plating had been so warm under you when you'd taken the lead. "I kissed you, remember?"

• Shuddering, he focuses on the sound of your voice coaxing him. You'd calmed him that time, too. "Was afraid I'd hurt you," he manages. Had been too needy and that could be as dangerous as anger. You'd been straddling him when you'd caught one of his hands and laid it against your side, encouraging him to touch you. Remembers the feel of your soft hands cupping his face. Mouth warm against his. Fingers ghosting over his frame, tracing the patterns of his plating. "You told me I wouldn't break you." You'd been smiling down at him, planting those little hands on his chassis as you'd shifted on top of him. Rocking yourself against his spike before you'd taken him deep.

• "You didn't, did you?" Those flames are dying down, his plating no longer almost glowing. Calming. Coming back from that edge for you. "Remember, we stayed tangled together all night long. Talking." Face heating at the memory of him buried inside you, hips rocking as his mouth brushed your jaw. Whispering to each other, between rounds of lovemaking. Sharing stories and getting to know each other. "Why don't you come over here?" He's always so sure, always the one smiling and joking and untouched by everything else. Unable to be serious. That's the Rodimus he tries to maintain and show the world, but this Roddy is the one you know. Love. The one that's struggling and in over his head, desperately treading water just needing someone to reach out to him.

#transformers x reader #rodimus x reader #mtmte rodimus

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gardens-light · 2 months ago

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I loved the previous posts about transformers characters with dc/marvel SO.

how about an SO with Wolverine abilities:). with sharp claws in their hands and super healing abilities,(also immortal). I bet the bots would freak out when their SO die in front of them for the first time but then waking up and shocking them. tfp(optimus, megatron, knockout x breakdown, ratchet, any character you would like to add).

feel free to ignore if you don't like it♡.

That is an awesome headcanon! I can already imagine the shenanigans and reactions that the Transformers would have towards their SO. And not gonna lie, Wolverine is such an awesome character with such unique abilities.

Apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy!

Transformers Prime x GN Mutant Reader (Wolverine)

Optimus Prime

First Meeting

Optimus first encounters you during a desperate battle just outside Jasper, Nevada. The Autobots had responded to a sudden Decepticon attack, discovering Starscream leading an ambush meant to lure Optimus into a deadly trap. Amidst the chaos, Optimus notices you—a lone human standing fearlessly amidst swirling dust, battered vehicles, and burning rubble.

He commands urgently over comms, "Arcee, Bumblebee, protect that civilian!", assuming you're an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

As Optimus moves to confront Starscream directly, he is astonished to see you charging fearlessly toward a Vehicon squad, gleaming metal claws erupting from between your knuckles with an audible metallic shink. Your movements are swift, efficient, and brutal, slicing through Cybertronian alloy effortlessly.

Pausing momentarily, Optimus stares, optics wide with awe and curiosity, momentarily distracted even in battle. He watches with quiet admiration as injuries you sustain—deep gashes, bruises, and burns—heal within moments, your skin knitting back together seamlessly.

After the battle subsides, Optimus approaches you cautiously yet respectfully. His imposing figure kneels down to your level, offering a servo in greeting, his voice rich and gentle yet filled with wonder:

"Your valor and strength are remarkable—but you are unlike any human I have encountered. May I ask... who you are?"

Your response, a slightly amused smile combined with quiet confidence, sparks something warm within him. Optimus finds himself intrigued not just by your power, but by your poised, unyielding presence.

Witnessing Your 'Death' For The First Time

Months later, during a brutal clash with Megatron and Starscream, you are separated from Optimus amidst the chaos. You fight bravely alongside Bumblebee and Bulkhead, your claws tearing through Vehicons. But Starscream seizes an opportunity, driving his bladed talons straight through your chest, lifting you from the ground with malicious triumph.

Optimus turns just in time to witness the strike, horror flooding his spark as he sees your limp body slide off Starscream’s blade and collapse lifelessly to the ground. An uncharacteristically anguished cry escapes him,"NO!"

His optics burn furiously as he charges forward, delivering a powerful blow that sends Starscream tumbling backward, stunned. Ignoring all caution, Optimus falls to his knees at your side, large servos trembling slightly as he cradles your limp form protectively. He stares down at you, optics wide in pained disbelief, his voice breaking softly, heavy with regret and sorrow. "Forgive me...I failed you."

Bumblebee and Arcee approach hesitantly, their optics dim with grief, uncertain how to console their leader. Optimus remains motionless, silently devastated as he gently brushes dirt from your cheek with heartbreaking tenderness, his massive form hunched protectively over you.

Moments stretch unbearably until suddenly you gasp sharply, eyes fluttering open with a harsh, ragged breath. Your wounds visibly stitch themselves together, bones realigning with audible pops as you revive rapidly in Optimus’s arms.

Optimus’s optics widen in profound shock before relief overwhelms him. He slowly exhales a deep vented breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, shoulders sagging as tension visibly drains from his frame. With infinite gentleness, he cradles you closer, protectively pulling you to his chest, murmuring softly. "Primus, you live... Never again do I wish to experience losing you."

His servos subtly tremble, expressing vulnerability and profound gratitude as he allows himself a rare moment to hold you, cherishing your miraculous return.

Relationship Development

After your miraculous survival, Optimus becomes subtly but intensely protective. Though your healing factor makes you nearly immortal, he privately admits that seeing you in pain deeply unsettles him. He often finds excuses to be near you, quietly ensuring your safety during conflicts. During a serene night at base, after you've recovered from a particularly brutal fight, Optimus gently places his servo near you, hesitating just enough to silently request permission. You smile warmly, leaning comfortably into his touch. His optics soften in quiet happiness, grateful for this growing intimacy.

Gradually, your conversations become longer, warmer, and more personal. Optimus finds solace and joy in your presence, sharing quiet, intimate evenings beneath Nevada's starry skies as he reveals rare glimpses of the burdens he carries. Your resilience and comforting words offer him peace he's rarely known.

One night, after another intense confrontation leaves you emotionally raw despite physical healing, Optimus tenderly lifts you onto his shoulder, carrying you to a secluded spot atop a nearby cliff. Under moonlit skies, he quietly listens as you confess your fears about losing your humanity due to your seemingly endless cycle of healing. His servo gently brushes your cheek, voice filled with profound sincerity. "Your humanity is in your compassion, courage, and warmth—qualities that even eternity could never diminish. I cherish every moment with you precisely because you remind me of what we fight to protect."

In a vulnerable moment, your hands softly trace the edges of his faceplates, smiling affectionately up at him. Optimus's optics soften, his spark pulsing warmly, as he carefully brings you close, resting his helm gently against your forehead. The quiet gesture speaks volumes of trust and profound affection.

Over time, Optimus grows more openly affectionate in private moments. He's gentle, thoughtful, and deeply considerate of your emotions. Despite the differences in your forms, his presence brings you a deep sense of comfort, stability, and belonging.

A particularly touching moment occurs after another harrowing battle. You rest together quietly in the med bay, your body curled warmly against his servo. Optimus quietly confesses his deepest feelings, voice soft yet filled with raw honesty. "You have brought hope and warmth back into my life. My spark knows peace only when you are near." Touched deeply by his admission, you reach up to softly kiss his plating, a gesture of deep trust and affection. Optimus's optics shutter briefly in bliss, silently promising himself that no matter the war's cost, he would forever guard your precious

Knockout and Breakdown

First Meeting

Knockout and Breakdown initially encounter you entirely by accident during a quiet night near Jasper, their primary goal? A clandestine energon hunt. Their sensors detect frantic human movement and weapons fire. Breakdown reluctantly suggests ignoring it, while Knockout, eternally curious, persuades him to investigate.

Upon arrival, they silently witness MECH soldiers aggressively cornering you. But you fight them with feral intensity, claws gleaming dangerously in moonlight, slicing effortlessly through weapons and armor. Yet, you're heavily outnumbered, wounds rapidly accumulating despite your regeneration powers. Breakdown, surprisingly moved to your defence, instinctively intervening, crushing a MECH vehicle beneath his massive fists, his usually hardened spark drawn to your courage. Knockout joins smoothly, a sleek smirk masking genuine curiosity, deftly disposing of the remaining attackers.

When the dust settles, you bloodied but already healing, gazes warily up at their towering frames. Breakdown gently kneels, offering a servo palm-up—an oddly sincere gesture of respect and reassurance. “You’re quite the fighter, aren’t ya?” Breakdown softly chuckles, admiration evident.

Knockout studies you closely, intrigued by your swift healing, commenting lightly yet flirtatiously, “Impressive abilities…and quite an appealing aesthetic, I must say. Perhaps humans aren't all hopelessly fragile.”

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

One night, with a bellowing roar, Breakdown launches himself recklessly toward your attackers, his grief turning to devastating rage. Knockout, normally calculated and controlled, loses himself in vengeance, fighting fiercely beside Breakdown until their foes scatter or fall.

In the sudden, unsettling silence afterward, Breakdown kneels heavily beside you, his massive servos delicately cradling your limp body, optics painfully dimmed with sorrow. Knockout approaches slowly, voice uncharacteristically quiet and brittle, “I…I didn’t think…humans could hurt us this much.”

Yet before either can fully grieve, you sharply gasp, violently jerking in Breakdown’s gentle hold. Wounds rapidly healing with an unsettling, visceral sound. Breakdown’s optics widen, speechless in stunned relief. Knockout visibly trembles, a soft exhale of disbelief escaping his intake.

“You scared the slag outta me…” Breakdown’s voice breaks softly, protective and vulnerable.

Knockout regains composure with difficulty, voice shaky yet teasingly soft, masking lingering trauma, “Well... try not to make dying a habit. My spark couldn’t handle losing someone so…unique.”

Relationship Development

Over months, camaraderie transforms quietly yet profoundly into something deeply romantic. The unusual trio develops private, tender moments filled with warmth, affection, and quiet intimacy.

Breakdown’s affection is quieter yet deeply sincere, manifesting in gentle protectiveness and heartfelt gestures. He often lets you rest against him during peaceful evenings, carefully shielding your smaller form with his massive frame. One night, under starlit skies, Breakdown shyly confesses, “Before you, I thought humans were fragile…but you changed everything. Made me realize strength isn’t about size or armor, but the... spark-I mean... heart behind it.” You lean tenderly into his servo, softly replying, “You’re one of the strongest sparks I’ve ever met, Breakdown.” He visibly relaxes, leaning his helm affectionately against your gentle touch, savoring the unexpected yet welcome warmth of your bond.

Together, you three created private rituals—peaceful moments after missions spent tangled comfortably together in secluded clearings beneath open stars, with Breakdown’s solid strength and Knockout’s slender elegance framing you protectively. During one serene night, you rest comfortably on Breakdown’s lap, leaning gently into Knockout’s chest plate. Knockout quietly traces soothing patterns along your spine, while Breakdown affectionately strokes your hair. Words aren't needed, each savoring the reassuring, profound feeling of belonging together.

One memorable moment occurs after another frighteningly close call. Knockout, typically composed, gently draws you into his embrace, servo trembling subtly with lingering fear of nearly losing you again. Breakdown quietly joins, gently enveloping both, their combined warmth and reassurance grounding the you deeply. Knockout softly whispers, genuinely vulnerable, “I never imagined a human could claim this much of my spark…but you've made it impossible to deny.” Breakdown murmurs warmly, deep voice comforting, “You made our lives worth fighting for.”

Bumblebee

First Meeting

Bumblebee’s first encounter with you happens entirely by chance. On a routine nighttime patrol around an abandoned industrial area outside Jasper, Bumblebee picks up unusual energon signals indicative of Decepticon activity. His spark pulses nervously—Decepticons rarely appeared alone. Rolling cautiously into an empty storage yard, Bumblebee transforms and quietly creeps forward, optics scanning diligently in the moonlight.

Suddenly, an unexpected sound shatters the silence—a fierce yell followed by unmistakable blaster fire. Bee rushes forward instinctively, optics widening at the sight before him: Vehicons surrounding you. Before he can intervene, Bumblebee freezes in astonishment, his processor momentarily struggling to register what he's witnessing.

You fought with a grace Bumblebee has never before seen in a human, fierce and precise. Blades forged from pure adamantium extend seamlessly from your knuckles, catching the moonlight in a lethal shimmer. You moved like liquid steel, agile and ferocious, slicing effortlessly through Vehicon armor with fearless intensity.

As Bumblebee finally leaps into the fray, you glance upward, gaze briefly meeting Bee’s glowing optics. He can’t help the impressed, awed chirps that escape his vocalizer. Your lips quirk into a small, confident smirk, clearly amused by the Autobot's expressive admiration.

After dispatching the Vehicons together, Bumblebee chirps inquisitively, eyeing you with open curiosity. You retract your claws with a metallic hiss, calmly extending a healing hand to show Bee your closing wounds. Bumblebee’s optics widen further, his astonishment transforming into excitement, as he buzzes rapid-fire questions, gently touching your healed hands with tender awe.

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

In that first moment, Bumblebee knows he’s found someone extraordinary, and you, for the first time in ages, feel genuinely seen and appreciated.

The first time Bumblebee sees you 'die,' his spark nearly shatters.

The Autobots and you are pinned down by Decepticon fire during an ambush led by Breakdown and Knockout. Bumblebee fights valiantly, constantly aware of your proximity, desperate to shield you from harm. In the chaos, Breakdown strikes you with a merciless, crushing blow, sending you flying through the air and slamming brutally against the cracked pavement.

Everything slows to an agonizing crawl for Bumblebee. He sees Alex’s body crumple limply, their chest unmoving, blood pooling beneath their still form. His processor refuses to comprehend it, denial overwhelming him as an anguished, static-laden scream erupts from his vocalizer. His spark twists painfully, grief slicing through him sharper than any blade.

Bee abandons caution, sprinting recklessly toward your broken body, cradling you gently in his shaking servos. His optics blur with energon-tears, begging in a frantic symphony of beeps and whirrs for you to wake. The Autobots fall silent, sparks aching at Bee's broken cries.

Then, a miracle.

you suddenly gasp sharply, chest heaving, eyes flickering open as your bones mend audibly beneath your skin. Bumblebee nearly drops you in shock, his optics brightening fiercely with disbelief and immense relief. Bee holds you tighter, burying his faceplate briefly against your chest, letting out quiet, relieved whirrs as you softly reassure him with shaky yet soothing whispers.

That day marks a permanent shift in Bumblebee’s spark, his emotions forever entwined with yours, who brought him from despair to hope in mere moments.

Romantic Development

As time passes, Bumblebee and your connection deepens beyond friendship into something profound and unmistakably romantic. Bumblebee falls quietly and deeply, captivated by your fearless resilience, quiet empathy, and hidden vulnerabilities. You, in turn, drawn to Bumblebee’s unwavering kindness, boundless optimism, and the gentle strength he carries effortlessly.

The romance unfolds gradually, punctuated by small, meaningful gestures. Bumblebee often sit quietly beneath the stars with you on his shoulder, softly chirping as you traced constellations together, lost in comfortable silence. Bee found these peaceful moments incredibly special, savoring your warm and calming presence.

After particularly brutal missions, Bumblebee gently holds you, his servos trembling slightly. You softly touche Bee’s armor, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance, your fingers lovingly tracing patterns into the cool metal. Bumblebee cherishes these tender moments, understanding he’s found a soul who deeply comprehends the weight of sacrifice.

Bee expresses affection through playful teasing, gentle nudges, or affectionate chirps, delighting whenever you laugh—a sound he adores more than anything. You reciprocate with subtle tenderness: a warm hand resting softly on Bee’s servo, gentle kisses pressed to Bee’s metal knuckles, and whispered words that make Bumblebee’s spark glow brightly.

Bulkhead

First Meeting

Your paths crossed on a mist-shrouded evening, deep within an abandoned military facility overtaken by MECH. Bulkhead, rolling swiftly onto the battlefield alongside Bumblebee and Arcee, felt his circuits tingle with unease. Shadows stretched sinisterly under flickering floodlights, the air heavy with ozone from discharged weapons.

Bulkhead's scanners immediately picked up human heartbeats, most spiking with fear or adrenaline. But one rhythm stood out—steady, calm, unnaturally composed despite the chaos erupting around. Curiosity piqued, he turned sharply, optics focusing on your small figure fighting fiercely alone against an advancing group of heavily armed MECH soldiers.

You moved with extraordinary agility, dodging gunfire effortlessly, your hands extended into razor-sharp metallic claws that flashed beneath floodlights. You tore through enemy lines with savage grace, seemingly unaffected by the wounds decorating your frame.

“By the AllSpark…” Bulkhead whispered in awe, optics widening.

Suddenly, a soldier managed a close-range shot. A burst of gunfire erupted, slicing through your shoulder, eliciting a pained shout. You fell heavily to the ground.

Bulkhead’s spark jolted with protective instinct, roaring with worry as he thundered forward, knocking aside opponents like toys. As he loomed over you, he prepared himself for the grim sight, fearing the worst.

But to his astonishment, you slowly rose to your feet, breathing heavily as your bloodied wounds rapidly healed, muscle knitting together, skin seamlessly closing as if the injury never existed.

“Whoa, kid! That’s... not normal,” Bulkhead exclaimed, optics wide with amazement and fascination.

Your shot him a defiant, adrenaline-fueled smirk, breathing raggedly yet fearlessly. "Being normal is boring, big guy."

Bulkhead’s spark pulsed with admiration and intrigue, a feeling he couldn't yet name fluttering deep within his spark.

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

Months later, your bond had flourished into a fiercely loyal partnership. Bulkhead often found himself smiling fondly, captivated by your spirit and resilience. But deep down, he worried about your recklessness, even knowing you could heal rapidly.

On one particularly devastating mission against MECH, a firefight escalated dangerously. Smoke and sparks filled the air. Bulkhead frantically scanned for you, panic tightening his spark when you vanished from his sight.

Suddenly, a chilling scream shattered the chaos. Bulkhead spun around just in time to see you violently flung backwards by an explosive blast, your body crumpling lifelessly onto cold concrete, blood pooling around you.

Time seemed to slow, Bulkhead’s systems freezing in raw terror.

“No!” He screamed, voice raw, agonized. “Y/N!”

He surged forward, optics blazing, knocking soldiers aside with brutal force. Collapsing onto his knees beside your motionless body, he gingerly scooped you into his trembling servos, anguish shattering his composure.

“No… No, no, c’mon! You're tougher than this, right?!” Bulkhead’s voice is shaking, panic and heartbreak evident in every syllable. He gingerly cradled your body, servos trembling with grief as his spark twist painfully.

In that agonizing silence, Bulkhead felt his spark shatter, a suffocating wave of despair enveloping him, darkness creeping into his vision—

And then you gasped sharply back to life, chest heaving, eyes wild with pain and confusion, your body rapidly knitting together tissue sealing your wounds as if reversing time itself.

Bulkhead nearly dropped you, disbelief, relief, and joy colliding into overwhelming shock.

“Primus…Y/N! Are you…are you okay?!” Bulkhead stammers, relief crashing through him.

You gave him a weak, shaky laugh, wiping away blood from your mouth. “I’d say dying sucks—but the wake-up call’s even worse.”

Bulkhead’s relieved laughter quickly fades into gentle scolding, masking his overwhelming relief and joy. He realizes then, deeply and profoundly, just how important you have become to him.

Romantic Development

Bulkhead initially struggles to reconcile your regenerative ability with his own protective nature. He understands you can handle injuries, yet still instinctively shields you in battle, often scooping you up despite your protests.

Your relationship is full of humor and playful teasing. Your resilience allowing you to participate in playful roughhousing with Bulkhead, something the gentle giant deeply appreciates since he's rarely able to interact with humans physically due to his size.

Bulkhead quietly becomes your emotional anchor. Despite your outward bravado, Bulkhead notices moments of vulnerability after particularly traumatic "deaths." He reassures you in these moments, reminding you, you're not alone, reinforcing your bravery and value to the team.

Bulkhead admires your bravery and resilience immensely, viewing you as a Wrecker and equal, despite your smaller stature. Conversely, you appreciate Bulkhead’s unyielding loyalty and genuine care. Your trust runs deep, built on numerous battles, shared victories, losses, and countless nights exchanging stories about Cybertron and Earth beneath desert skies.

After particularly harrowing missions, Bulkhead tenderly cradles you against his chest plates, soothing away the trauma of your repeated injuries, whispering gentle reassurances.

You often spend quiet evenings together in the desert outskirts, Bulkhead gently holding you close as you share whispered dreams, fears, and hopes under endless stars.

You often tease Bulkhead by climbing atop his servo and giving playful kisses on his faceplate, laughing warmly when his faceplates flush adorably.

Bulkhead carefully memorizes your emotional state. After each death, he envelops you tenderly in his servos, gently humming calming Cybertronian lullabies to soothe away your lingering trauma.

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