#Sunstreaker x reader

[rabotimagines]

"Thief" GN BOT Reader x Sunstreaker, Skyfire, Bumblebee, Hound, Ratchet [Yandere/Obsessed] Scenario

Summary: He steals your cleaning cloth and finds himself unable to resist the perverted thought that immediately pops into his helm.

Warnings: Obsessed/Yandere bots. Smut MDNI🔞

G1 characters: Sunstreaker, Skyfire, Bumblebee, Hound, Ratchet

Genre/Theme: Smut 🔞

Notes: AutoBOT reader, The autobots jerking it perverted style, (I wanted to do some of the cons too but this got kinda long...)

Pronouns: You, you, your

You're in one of the lounge areas on the Ark and Sunstreakers watching you get the excess dirt off of yourself(excess to Sunstreaker anyway). Digits making sure to get in between the grooves of your junctures while Sunstreakers telling you how you need to polish after that. And Trailbreaker comes by and pulls you away which Sunstreaker really wants to bite out something for it but you seem like you actually want to go with Trailbreaker, so he instead bites his glossia. But you also leave your cleaning cloth on the table, apparently having forgotten to sub space it before leaving him. Sunstreaker doesn't exactly think he just reaches over and shoves it in his subspace as soon as it touches his servo. Next thing he knows Sunstreakers back at his habsuite, alone thankfully (Sideswipe having been on patrol) sitting on his berth and staring at your cleaning cloth.

Sunstreaker knows he's... captivated with you. But he's also never felt like this with anyone before, so he had to concede you were everything he'd thought of you. That you were worth a bit more than whatever you were in the autobots. That with no doubt for himself to be so- focused on you that you were more than extraordinary to be on the end of Sunstreakers affections in the first place. Problem was Sunstreaker was used to bots failing over themselves for a chance with him and he has no idea how to have you do that too. So instead Sunstreaker has taken to sharing his polish with you. (He wants you as shiny as you can be.) And Sunstreaker has the high quality stuff and he doesn't exactly share with other bots (especially not his polish!) Which if you're not too concerned with your shine then it might lead to Sunstreaker polishing you himself. (Even if you aren't too up to that either which can maybe led to friction but hey, who are you to say no to a free touch up you aren't lifting a digit to do yourself? You should be grateful. Especially when it's him.) Which has worked a touch since you aren't as standoffish as when Sunstreaker starting talking to you. But you still weren't close enough. Especially not close enough to satisfy the near constant burning ache in his frame.

Sunstreaker lifts the cloth up to his faceplate and he slowly inhales. Instead of the strong smell of acetone that he'd expected there's just the slight neutral smell of oil. More importantly Sunstreaker also smells you- And he's suddenly thankful you hadn't listened to him when he said you should have polished yourself earlier. Sunstreakers abruptly burying his faceplate into the cloth and his spike starts throbbing against his modesty panel at his next inhale. Sunstreaker lets his panel pull back and he's fisting his spike as soon as it pressurizes. Every greedy huff of your scent has his helm feeling hotter and hotter- and his spike twitching harder in his own servo. He remembers your frame under his digits barely separated from him by a cleaning cloth. Sunstreaker imagines you under him, frame leaning into his touch as his servos fan over your plating. Sunstreaker opens his mouth and bites down on the fabric in his grip and Sunstreaker tastes you- Sunstreaker overloads with a muffled groan while fragging his own fist in quick strokes. Sunstreaker is huffing in vents from how hard he overloaded and he's taking in the absolute mess he'd just made with his transfluid.

Sunstreaker may have an obvious preference for you with a shining frame but if you let him mess your paint up like this? Sunstreaker didn't know if he'd let you even glance at a cleaning cloth afterwards.

-

Skyfire is asking you your opinion of a human activity. You did know a touch more than Skyfire having been acquainted with human culture longer than Skyfire had been around on earth for. Skyfire does value your input, he really does. (He also really values the time he can spend with you, and your optics focused on him, and your voice-). You're busy at the moment but you still find the time to step on the side to talk with Skyfire (and Skyfire tries to ignore how his wings perk high and how badly his chassis aches for him to reach out to touch you when you make the effort-) You're about to go back out on patrol and you're using a cleaning cloth to get some dirt off of your chassis. Skyfires optics are immediately drawn to the swipe of your servo and he finds himself zeroing in on watching your digits dip into the seams of your armor. And Skyfire feels like a pervert! Thankfully Skyfire is well adjusted enough to know how to hide mild embarrassment. So he shutters his optics closed and smiles to hide the brighter hue his optics have while you continue talking. Then Tracks is telling you to "Get off your aft or he's leaving you here!" before he transforms and starts heading out. You jolt in surprise before tossing your cleaning cloth at Skyfire without thought which you immediately realize you'd done and apologize. Skyfire smiles watching you scramble before you ask Skyfire to take care of it for you. Then you rush to transform and to catch up to Tracks.

Skyfire ends up back at his habsuite on his berth staring at the cloth you'd accidentally given him in the moment. And Skyfires optics brighten when he even considers doing- that of all things. Being stuck vorns under the ice must have done something to Skyfire. Because Skyfire has struggled to keep his thoughts in check as soon as he met you and it didn't seem to be improving any. His spark thrumming hard in need whenever he got close to you but if he got too far away all he could think about was you- You had an ever present place in his processor even when he was doing scientific work. He's crushed before yes, but this was- it was so much more... all-en composing. It was like you had somehow worked your way under every part of his frame from his struts to his very spark. And it frankly scared Skyfire a touch. Especially when you weren't even that close with one another for Skyfire to be feeling this strongly.

But with most things involving you Skyfire finds he can't help indulging into the ache for more even if he's disappointed with himself. Skyfire lets himself bring the cloth up to his olfactory and inhale tentatively. Skyfires optics brighten hard when he smells you so clearly. Skyfire inhales deeper and his array quickly kick starts into action with every continued huff he takes. Skyfires other servo palms down his frame before sliding down his still closed array. Skyfire doesn't let his modesty panel pull back. Instead Skyfire rubs over his rapidly heating panel and bucks into his own teasing servo. Stars- he could imagine this was you instead. Every desperate huff against your cloth has his own servo pressing down harder, as Skyfire rocks his hips against his own touch. Skyfires array aches, his spike was throbbing and his valve was soaking his own panel in pre lubricant. Would you tease him with your words if this was you? Would you praise him? Or would you scold him for being so- so perverted? Skyfires digit pads dig against his own panel and he overloads at the image of you in between his thighs. Skyfire has to bite back his own whine when he huffs another inhale of your scent in. His own array was sticky serving as a clear reminder of how he couldn't control himself.

Skyfire really hoped you wouldn't think any less of him for his own weakness. Even if that weakness was you.

-

Bumblebee is telling you about Cliffjumper tripping after trying to start slag with Mirage in the cafeteria. Delighting in how a small smirk curls at your derma and how your field while close to yourself is barely brushing against his own. Open but friendly, close to be polite but not closer than you'd typically share with acquaintances. You had been near when Wheeljack tried to unveil an invention. Which ended up exploding. Not a big explosion thankfully but the front of your chassis had been covered in smog. You're basically clean now (after having used three or so cloths to wipe the mess off) and you're thankfully just wiping for any stray streaks you may have missed with a new cloth. Wheeljack ends up swinging by, asking if you'll come explain what you saw happen from your angle. And you get up and say bye to him only Bumblebee offers to drop your dirty cleaning cloths off for you since he's heading that way anyway. You thank him and hand him the mildly to very dirty cleaning cloths and disappear with Wheeljack.

Bumblebee had actually dropped the dirty cleaning clothes off before heading to his habsuite. Well- he dumped them all off... except for one. Bumblee kept the last one you had used at the end of your conversation with him. You were basically clean, mostly running the cloth along your frame for certainty, and to maybe even draw Bumblebees optics- Okay no, you hadn't done that for him. Bumblebee knew he was um- he was crushing. And he was crushing badly for you. He's genuinely never fallen so hard for someone before like this and it makes him feel pretty stupid whenever he interacts with you. You didn't seem to think he was too weird for his own occasional bashfulness (Thank Primus for that at least). But still- You weren't even exactly friends. Even with Bumblebee really wanting to ask you out- ( Wanting to kiss you, wanting to touch you, wanting to feel you-) But he knew he should definitely get to be your friend first. But the ache for you was bad- Like distractedly bad in Bumblebees frame. This would just be a- compromise for the ache in his frame. That's all it would be.

Bumblebee takes a long look at your cleaning cloth before sighing and letting himself fall back flat on his own berth. Bumblebee shoves the cloth over his olfactory and inhales slowly. Oh slag yeah- so that's what you smell like. Arousal swims in his frame fast and Bumblebee doesn't try to stop it. Bumblebees processor imagines if you were actually here, on top of him- and its so easy to do with your scent in his senses. Bumblebees modesty panel snaps aside and he shoves the cloth over his own faceplate- It wasn't like he needed his visuals right now especially when he could offline them and use his imagination. Bumblebees servos reach down for his already worked up array. Bumblebees jerking his spike off with one servo with his other teasing his own valve. Bumblebee almost chokes on his next inhale when he gets the filthy imagery of you sitting on his faceplate. (You could be a triple charger even- It does not matter Bumblebee needs you to smother him!). Grinding your array down on his olfactory while your bending over to play with Bumblebees own array. Bumblebees stuck wondering if you'd pay more attention to his spike or his valve- his servos both alternating between his equipment fantasizing about both scenarios. Bumblebee arches hard off his berth when his overload rocks through his frame. Bumblebee waits till he's come down from it competently before he reaches up and slowly drags your cleaning cloth off his faceplate.

Bumblebee really hoped you'd be okay at least being his friend soon. Bumblebee didn't know how many more compromises he could actually make about you.

-

You're on patrol with Hound and it starts raining, it also doesn't stop till patrol ends. Now you're both back at the Ark toweling the water and the little bit of mud off of yourselves. Hounds talking about the family of deer he'd scared off when he drove by. You're nodding along and just listening to him, having grabbed another cleaning cloth and are now working in between your junctures and the dips of your frames kibble. Hound wants to smack himself in the middle of his chassis with his fist when his engine stutters when he watches your servo dip between your inner thighs. You're completely unaware of Hounds sudden stutter and just continue to nod, optics focused on your own task of getting the water out of your thigh junctures. Hound keeps talking even when his optics and most of his processor power are now focusing on your servos dragging the cloth along your frame. Brawn calling out your designation makes Hound jump and you both turn to Brawn who Immediately interrupted Hounds rambling. Your about to go off with Brawn when Hound stops you and he quickly gathers all the cloths you'd both toweled off with. Hound wordlessly holds the pile out and waits for you to drop the last cloth in his servo before waving you goodbye with his free servo.

Hounds back at his Habsuite basically staring a hole in the floor because why did he take it-? Hound unsubspaces the last cleaning cloth you'd had- He dropped the others off but he just picked this one up and subspaced it before he could tell himself "No! Bad Hound! Drop it!" And now Hound was here. Staring down at the cloth you'd been using now in his servos. Hound knew he was practically a wreak about you- he was enamored with you. With your faceplate, your optics, your frame, your field- Hound felt like a starved mech and no matter how much he experienced of you he was never satisfied. You weren't close enough as Hound wanted especially. You were acquaintances- and you'd give him polite expressions and your presence next to him, and your time- But it wasn't nearly enough for how badly Hound wanted. Hound wanted to kiss you, to hold you, to- Hound can feel heat starting to gather in his array and Hound tears his gaze away from your cleaning cloth. This was so wrong- This was so wrong- But you didn't need to know. You didn't need to know- With that Hounds little bit of resolve crumbles and he shoves his olfactory right into your cleaning cloth. Hound inhales deeply and his plating fluffs up and his digits curl tighter around the cloth. Primus, you smell fantastic- Hound's Spike is begging to be released before long.

Hound's inner thighs end up slick when his valve practically gushes pre lubricant as soon as his panels pulled back. Hound bites his bottom derma and has to bury the urge to whine when his spike throbs in the open air on his next inhale. Oh, there was something seriously wrong with him! But Hound doesn't think he can stop now- Especially when he's already started and now knows how good it is! Hound climbs onto his berth and drops down on his hips and gauntlets and starts rutting down against his own berth. Hound feels absolutely light helmed on his next inhale- imaging he was rutting against you instead. Hound slowly drags his hips across his berth imaging if he was dragging his length along your own throbbing spike. Hound rocks harder and harder and imaging you calling out for him and Hound does end up whining this time. Hound shutters his optics closed tight and his next greedy inhale has him groaning deep and overloading. Hound whimpers against the cloth when he jerks his hips slowly in the afterglow of his own overload. Pressing his already spent spike against his berth again. Every huff out of him to try and catch his vents lends him yet another huff of you and Hounds slightly shaking when the full effects of it finally settles down.

Hound can not look you in the optics for a few solar cycles. Especially not when the optic contact makes his array throb under his panels.

-

Ratchets looking you over for serious internal damage because your dumbaft got into a scuffle with Slag of all bots. (You got into a fight with a dinobot! And it had to be Slag?!) Ratchets muttering profanities the entire time his servos are running over your frame to check for anything serious. You cut through his assessment to ask him why he didn't just scan you instead of feeling you up? Ratchet stops immediately and his optics brighten in anger and indignation. Ratchets yanking his servos off of you and snaps- he lays into you for being a dumbaft and wrestling with their most hostle dinobot- Because what were you thinking!? He doesn't stop till he's thoroughly chewed you out before pulling a cleaning cloth out and dropping it in your lap. You were thankfully okay, only scratched and a bit dirty. So Ratchet tells you to wipe up and leave. Ratchet waits till you start scrubbing it on your chassis before he goes to help Ironhide with his knee joint, muttering the whole time as well. After Ironhide leaves Ratchet sighs and starts cleaning the med bay a touch. Only he finds the cleaning cloth you'd used sitting where you had been, haphazardly discarded. Ratchets optic brow twitches in annoyance. Ratchet picks up the cloth and sub spaces it so he can focus on doing what actually needed to be done.

Rachet sits down in his chair with a deep sigh, he had retired for the night, and he finds himself thinking of you again. Ratchet remembers the scratches on your frame, and he scowls, thinking he hadn't ripped into you enough for your little stunt. Then the memory of his servos trailing along your frame hits him, and Rachet freezes. Rachet scrubs his servo over his faceplate because you had been completely right- He should have done a frame scan. Instead, Ratchet had jumped directly into a servos on approach and began- almost accidentally fondling you- Primus. Ratchet might need to step back and assign Hoist to do anything for you that didn't require his expertise. Whatever this was was steadily becoming dangerous. "This" being his sudden and sickeningly smitten infatuation he'd developed for you. Ratchet was too old for this- for how you made him feel. The continued urge to see more of you, always accompanied by the deep ache for even more. More than Ratchet would ever allow himself to think about for more than a nanoklick before smelting the thought into ash. Ratchets optics brightened when he involuntarily recalls almost being in between your thighs, his servos fanning along your frame- Ratchets array trying to begin a charge makes him scrub over his facplate again.

Ratchet pulls out that one cleaning cloth he'd handed you in the infirmary from his subspace. He'd forgotten to discard it because he was so frustrated at the time...

Slag it all, Ratchet needed to get this sick fantasy out of his helm before he snapped and did a bit more than accidentally fondle you. Ratchet brings the cleaning cloth up to his olfactory and inhales leisurely. The groan that sounds out of Ratchet almost surprises himself. But Primus below, just the scent of you should not be making Rachets array this pent up this quickly. Ratchet curses under his vents and lets his modesty panel pull back. His servo wraps around his spike and he's dragging slow and steady pumps down his length. Ratchet huffed in a deeper vent of your scent and he's struck by the imagery of you pressed up against him, in his lap, taking his spike. Ratchets engine revs before his servo starts stroking faster. Ratchet should teach you a lesson for being so stupid and getting into that fight with Slag- Ratchet inhaled deep while imagining bucking up into your valve while you scratched the paint off of Ratchets pauldrons. Ratchet could frag you so hard you could only apologize for it- And Ratchet wouldn't stop till he was sure you'd learned your lesson- Ratchet grits his jaw and overloads so hard his siren turns on for half a nanoklick. Ratchet abruptly silences it, but he's left cursing under his vents over it even happening while his overloads shakes through him.

... Ratchet was going to have to message Hoist about Ratchets new distance regarding you. Ratchet didn't think he'd be able to stop at fondling if he got that close to you again.

[revelboo]

Transformers x Reader Masterlist

Or ‘look, I organized the nonsense.’ Only the first chapter appears here, with previous/next navigation added to the parts to make it easier to read. This is an 18+ blog.

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About/Warnings/Assorted Headcanons and Scenarios are here

IDW/G1

Starscream x Reader/ Soundwave x Reader/ Megatron x Reader Everything Is Alright Everything Is Alright-full chapters

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

Ironhide x Reader Hold Me Down

Vortex x Reader I Can't Decide

Grimlock x Reader Shiver

Constructicons x Reader Drive

Insecticons x Reader You (Don't) Know Me

Trailbreaker x Reader Too Tired To Wink

Hound x Reader Heavy Boots

Sunstorm x Reader Love Me Dead

Alternate Takes

Megatron x Reader Skin and Bones

Metroplex x Reader I Can Feel You

Seeker Trine x Reader True Romance

Soundwave x Reader, Shockwave x Reader Clumsy Heart

Rainmakers x Reader No Strings

Megatronus Prime x Reader Give It Up

D 16 x Reader Fight For You

Silverbolt x Reader Save World Get Girl

Lost Light

Megatron x Reader Invisible Monsters

Drift x Reader The Samurai Code

Rodimus x Reader Attractive Today

Whirl x Reader Delirium

Scavengers x Reader A Lifeless Ordinary

Ultra Magnus x Reader The Conversation

Swerve x Reader Lose Control

Swindle x Reader Hangman

Tarn x Reader L.G. Fuad

Pharma x Reader Pulp Fiction

Skids x Reader Hysteria

Starscream x Reader Overdone

Sunder x Reader Whipped Cream

Rung x Reader Anything For You

Brainstorm x Reader My Way

Chromedome x Reader x Rewind Circles

Tailgate x Reader x Cyclonus Chain Me Free

First Aid x Reader Hum Along

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

Starscream x Reader Bottom Feeder

Dreadwing x Reader Anything At All

Smokescreen x Reader Resolution

Steve and Vehicons x Reader Coin-Operated Boy

TF ONE

Megatron x Reader It Had To Be You

Starscream x Reader Inside Out

B-127 x Reader The Coma Kid

TF Earthspark

Tarantulas x Reader Disappear

Megatron x Reader Give Up/Give In

Bumblebee x Reader The Future Freaks Me Out

Soundwave x Reader Son Of a Gun

Starscream x Reader Disaster Hearts

TF Armada

Starscream x Reader Even If It Kills Me

TF Animated

Optimus Prime x Reader Broken Heart

Blitzwing x Reader Hello Helicopter

Bulkhead x Reader Time Turned Fragile

Blurr x Reader A-Ok

Shockwave x Reader Safe In The Dark

Megatron x Reader The Devil You Know

[tinydefector]

Have another Merformers piece I've been working on for a while from @shyspider Twintails Fic eventually I'll get around to colouring Sunstreaker in this piece. But go check out Spiders fics if you haven't absolutely masterpieces

[hoiststowline]

glory

sunstreaker x f!reader read on ao3 here!

"You're out of your fragging mind if you think you're getting inside my interior like that." Frustrated, your weight shifts from foot to foot, unable to enter as the passenger door slams shut, just shy of your knees. The yellow Lamborghini rolls the window down an inch instead, grumbling without allowing you a moment to interject. "I knew you were stupid, y/n, but this is downright ridiculous." 

"Y'know, normally people say 'Hi, feeling any better?'" You deadpan, a sniffle escaping as if on cue. "I'm sick, Sunstreaker. You're acting as if you can catch whatever I have."

"You look awful." He continues, side-view mirror flitting your way. "I didn't realize the severity over the phone. Even your vocalizer, it's like your voice box is congested." 

Rolling your eyes, you juggle the tissue box in your arms higher into your hold. "Thanks. Did you forget that you offered to drive, dude?" You turn partially away, sneezing over your shoulder before moving back to address him. "If you're going to be a pain in the ass, let's just save the fight and I'll drive myself." 

Unbeknownst to you, Sunstreaker had planned and even had looked forward to spending the afternoon with you, but when you called to cancel saying you had to go to a medic, the mech insisted on taking you. As he surveys your slumped body language, flushed face, and nasally tone, it's fair to say you weren't exaggerating, but he would rather be offlined than admit he was wrong.

"Ugh, just get in the back then. Keep your organic germs to yourself." Sunstreaker gravels, to which his back rear door swings open with clear hesitation in the movement. In that very second, you considered just turning around and heading back inside to get your keys but ultimately decided against it. 

"No promises." Sticking your tongue out at him, you climb into the second row, watching as he rolls his heavily tinted passenger window up. With a rumble of his engine, it turns over as he takes off, approaching and teetering over the speed limit, but not speeding, to your surprise. 

"You were fine yesterday." He says, center console blinking alight at his words. "What, did you catch something at work?" 

He's left you stumped, an overly compassionate Sunstreaker not a mech you're familiar with, but do welcome happily. "Could have, or maybe it's allergies. I'm not positive what I have, but it's getting worse." 

"And this so-called medic will give you a remedy?" He snuffs, rolling to a stop at a red light. "I need you better, y/n, you're supposed to wash my exterior tomorrow." 

Oh. So that's why he cared so much. "Yes, Sunny, they'll give me medicine." A little more sarcastically, you include: "Go to a car wash if you need to be cleaned so badly." 

Sunstreaker sputters, stalling as the light turns green before hitting the gas. "You know I can't without a driver."

"Cry about it." You answer curtly, shoulder leaning on the door before the seat nudges you, beckoning your attention towards the dashboard. 

"Alright. I can tell I'm not helping." The rearview mirror tilts towards you, your reflection staring back as your arms cross your chest, giving him a look as if to say 'You think?'. "Fine. Let's take care of you first."

"Thank you." Your shoulders droop, stifling a sneeze. "I know I'm being irritating and cranky, but I'm exhausted. I appreciate your patience with me." 

Sunstreaker barks a laugh, and something twinges in your chest that you wish you could have seen it while he wasn't in his alt-mode. "Me? Patient? Ha! You must be delirious too." He pauses briefly before carrying onwards. "But yeah. I'll scrounge the patience I have for the year and use it for today. Least I can do, I guess." 

In turn, you giggle, arms falling away from your chest as your body relaxes. "For the whole year? Damn, it must be my lucky day."

"You are lucky." He throws his left blinker on, moving one lane over. "No other human is allowed near my exterior, so be grateful, you ass." 

"I am grateful. But does that mean I'm you're favorite?" You say it with enough sarcasm that you thought it would translate, but you fear the question has thrown the poor guy into a loop. 

"Yeah," Sunstreaker says eventually, volume just above a murmur. "Something like that."

"That was-" You start, blinking wildly, not expecting the conversation to take such a turn, but entertaining the idea that maybe Sunstreaker didn't entirely dislike you. You'd like to think the two of you were friends, but if you dared to even voice that in a roundabout way, he'd probably punch you, and it would most certainly hurt. 

"I know." An ex-vent, but he's hindering his own words as he pulls into the urgent care. "I know you were, but I'm not."

A soft smile blooms across your cheeks, palm patting his seat affectionately. "Good. Because you're my favorite. No joke this time." 

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever you say, y/n." The yellow lambo pulls into a spot, throwing the gearshift in park before your door pops open. "Let me know what's going on." 

"I will Sun. Promise." Exiting the car, Sunstreaker watches you walk across the concrete, a little more energy in your step than earlier. His worry was warranted, but he didn't know how to express it, instead falling to his default, brashness alongside his typical snobby tone. 

With another sigh, he relaxes, the engine faltering as he observes his surroundings. You were fine. Repeating that was fine for about three kliks, wondering why you were taking so long and why didn't you message him like you said you would? As if he wished it, an incoming message beeps across, and the yellow mech immediately opens it. 

I'll be a bit. You text, fingers running over your keyboard. It's not busy, but I'm waiting for the Doctor. Sorry to make you wait. 

He'd wait forever if you asked, but pings a reply back in record time. Fine. I'll be outside. Call me if you need me.

It's an invitation, but disguised as a mere acknowledgment. There's little to be done, but all he wants is for you to return so he can get you back to base so Ratchet can look you over. He doesn't trust human medics, though, he did oblige to your request simply because you implored such. 

Another message beeps through, to which he clicks open. I'm fine, Sunny. Stop worrying, okay? I promise I'll wash you the day after next.

To your avid surprise once more, he is quite bossy today, adamant about one thing. Three days from now. You need your rest. Good deal?

Laughing to yourself, you type a message before sending it immediately. I'll take it. Deal.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

"Ah, there you are! I thought I would never find you!"

The mech stared at you for a brief moment, then scufted a little and kept up with his painting session.

"Did not Ratchet tell you to stop coming into my quarter?"

"Nope! He told me specifically to come every now and then to remind you about your lack of social activity!"

"He's the one who's talking here..."

Despite his attempt to get rid of your presence, Sunstreaker never actually succeeded in it. In some way, he started to think that you enjoyed pestering him—maybe a small revenge from the doctor.

He kept ignoring your presence until he understood where you were putting your organic hands.

"Please stop touching my painting."

"I'm not going to ruin them. You're good at it, you know! Like really good!"

"Pff, like a human, you could even get what I do with that."

"Wanna bet?"

He met his annoyed glare with your challenger one. He didn't need to bet; he knew that a sophisticated mind like his was superior to a simple one like yours! He didn't even want to partake in that silly thing; maybe ignoring you would finally do the trick. He kept it up even after you started to analyze one of the bunches—a composition of lines of different colors—and put it into a strange wave.

"Okay, this one is...chaos, I get it."

"Woooow, Sherlock, nice guess..."

"But I see some order in it. With the color. If it were made with a bunch of colors, I would have stopped at chaos, but I can see that there's a pattern here. You used different shades of red, right? They don't follow some logic themselves, so they can be mistakenly confused with the same shade, but the white and black help to see the differences."

He stopped drawing but refused to watch you, only opting to try to process your rumbling.

"The black line and the white ones don't follow a real one; they look like doodles, but the red ones follow a wave, like an actual movement. There's this blueish tones here and there; they look like...OOOH OHOHOH, it's your brother!"

He finally looked at you, shocked. 

"It-it's...no, it's-"

"Of course it is! Sideswipe behavior always looks quite caustic on its own, but you sense the logic in it! You found an order! And on the red line are his own unique traits? His personality??? Awww, that's so sweet! You must care so much for him!"

He couldn't process the right words; he didn't have any! Which was a surprise; he always had bad remarks, something pitty to say, and now there you were, waltzing around and just leaving him out of words.

You finally decided to leave the painting alone, facing the machine, now in pure confusion.

"Well, as always, I must remind you about Rtachet, Yada Yada Yada, and OH, tomorrow me and Bluestreak are going out; if you want, just call! You know where he sleeps, all right?"

And so you left, like nothing happened. You left him alone in his own thoughts, and he grabbed his brush so harshly that he must have left the sign. He started to torture the canvas on which he was currently working.

"Stupid human, stupid artistic sensibility, stupid psychoanalysis session!"

He stopped passing the brush and started to use it as a knife.

"You can't just come here and be this nice! I don't want you to be nice with me; I don't want you around at all."

He changed colors several times in a row.

"Who needs a human that is this nice and kind?! Who needs a stupid, fleshy person who just cares so much for me?! I don't need you to care for me! They even act like I like them!"

He kept pressing the brush.

"Like they can just come and hang around with everyone! If they like everyone, then why bother with me?! I can't stand it! I-...."

Despite the mess of colors, it was nice. A good view. They looked like flowers—so many colorful flowers. The colors were bright—not too hard, but bright. He held the canvas, realizing that he painted it thinking of you.

And in the center, a bright yellow one stood among the others, screaming, Pick me.

"FRAG IT!"

He threw away the canvas, trying to convince himself that that thing was just his imagination and that there was nothing but a bunch of colors and curves.

And, while conversing with himself, he glanced at the small communication device, thinking about your small trip with Bluestreak tomorrow.

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@hey-name-arya-name-ar @malewife-overlord @ladyofnegativity

i did it

[pinkanonwrites]

D.Do you have any more stuff about Sunstreaker & Sideswipe?? They are my BOIS and I need to know more about your take on their specific kinks and preferences, I am BEGGING

OKAY SO HERE'S THE THING

I really, really like Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, but I know absolutely shit-all about them. I know RID 2015 Sideswipe really well, and I know G1 Sideswipe and Sunstreaker only tangentially from a few small moments in G1 episodes. I know that Sunstreaker is very self-absorbed and Sideswipe is a major risk taker, probably a bit of an adrenaline junkie too. I've also picked up little bits of info about IDW Sunstreaker, but that's also all tangential.

Considering that, I don't really feel like I know them that well, or have a grasp on their personalities. I could absolutely make my best guesses, but I'd really love to learn more about them and get a feel for how the fandom characterizes them. If you or anyone else has any info or would like to wax poetic about them in my inbox, i would be absolutely DELIGHTED to read it. I'd love to know what you love about them. Once I have a better grasp on what they're like, or at least how the fandom likes to write and present them, I'd be ecstatic to write for these boys.

All that being said I can offer a teeny tiny bit here, based on the few things I do know. I think overall Sideswipe is a lot more open to the idea of having a human partner, while Sunstreaker is resistant nearly every step of the way. Sideswipe also strikes me as a bit of a brat, acting out because he wants his partner to put him in his place. He's a thrill-seeker, and definitely up for things like public sex, bondage, and exhibitionism. He's kinky, but in a very lighthearted, almost mischievous way.

Sunstreaker meanwhile does not like not being the one in control. Typically he's more rough, very dominant and sometimes degrading. He gets off on having power over you. Not to say that he's incapable of being soft, it's just kind of stuck behind several walls of bravado and superiority because he really struggles with actually letting himself be seen as vulnerable in any sense of the word. If you can really work hard and get past that outer shell, see the real Sunstreaker in there, he's almost... Tsundere? For complete lack of a better term.

G1 Sunstreaker is still very self-absorbed, but not as completely abrasive as, say, IDW Sunstreaker. He's a little bit softer around the edges.

[dragonblobz]

I haven't felt this inspired to write in actual YEARS. Is there anyone else here who likes Sunstreaker?

“This is gonna be GREAT. Vegas baby. Fucks sake.”

You spit the words like vitriol as you trudge along. The dry desert air seeming to suck the moisture from your mouth even as you curse.

You’ve always done everything right. You’ve always done what you’re told. Worked as hard as you could. Saved every penny. Hoping maybe to go back to college some day.

But then your world had crumbled around you. You got laid off. Diagnosed with diabetes. God but you miss those abominable soft sugar cookies with the icing you used to hate.

And you’re muttering this as you walk. Complaining simply because it makes you feel better. A bit of noise in the dry wind to keep you company as you trudge along the side of this seemingly endless desert highway.

You had a bit of a mental break. You can admit it. Life falls apart? Why not blow all of your carefully hoarded savings on a motorcycle for a solo trip to Vegas? Make a fortune?

“Blow the rest of my fuckn savings more like.” You mutter this before gagging and coughing up dusty phlegm.

You stop. Flex your shoulders. Reach into the bag slung over your shoulder to pull out your bottle of water and gaze at it longingly. Fiji brand. You remember seeing that big fat stupidly expensive bottle of water at the gas station miles ago. Thinking how stupid it was to pay almost 5 dollars for water. Buying it anyway because isn’t that the point? Throwing everything away? Living a little?

It's still completely sealed. And you’d gotten the big bottle. You watch droplets of condensation on the foggy bottle dribble down to moisten your fingers.

Better not. You’re thirsty but you’re certainly not dying. You tuck the bottle back into your bag and continue to walk. Cursing and continuing to mutter. Your fuckn EYEBALLS feel dry.

“Stupid fuckn Yamaha.” Another annoying dry cough.

The bike in question, Your shiny new, and by new of course you mean “gently” used, motorcycle is sitting on the side of the road miles behind you after refusing to start when you’d turned it off to step off the road to piss. You’d felt so FREE on it too……

“Fucking figures.” Why not? The rest of your life is shit after all.

You just keep trudging. It’s MILES to the next town. And nobody has driven past you. Hopefully if you just keep going, you’ll run into something…… SOMEWHERE…… by nightfall. You hadn’t bothered to study any of the landmarks or anything on g maps. Vegas or die trying you’d thought.

After a time, you just can’t mutter anymore. You’re just OVER it.

And that’s when you hear it……

A car engine. You’re no car person but you can still tell it’s a sports car. That whiny high pitched super horse power sound. The kind you can hear for miles before it actually reaches you. It’s coming from behind you. You’re on the highway shoulder.

You don’t bother to turn. Just keep trudging. Sticking your arm out with your thumb raised. Hitch hiking. Why not? It’s not like getting picked up by a stereotypical psycho is gonna be worse than anything else that’s happened to you in the past month. And you’re tired of walking. And the heat. Mostly the heat.

The car is going so fast that you stumble in the wind around it as it rips past you. It doesn’t  even slow down.  The screaming volume of it’s engine STILL making you jerk even tho you’re prepared for it. And you’re not even mad.

“I’m not a psycho I promise.” You whine. But you can’t blame them. You probably wouldn’t stop either.

The bright shocking yellow ass end of a tricked out Lamborghini grows distant along with the loud sound of it. There’s even a big engine jutting out.

“Famcyyyy.” You rasp. Asshole.

“Oh goddamnit.” You give up the ghost and crack open that Fiji.

Hours pass. The sun blasts down on you as it crosses it’s zenith. It’s windy but it’s almost WORSE because of it. Nobody else passes you.

When the wind dies away in the late afternoon, you audibly and verbally beg for its return. It feels like you’re in an actual oven.

“Fuckn christ….. Vegas or die I guess.” Another swig of the Fiji. You’re trying to conserve it. But half of it is gone. You have no idea if it’s possible to make out with water, but you intend to do just that the second you arrive at any human destination.

Suddenly, you hear it again. The growing unmistakable sound of a sports car. Coming towards you this time. You squint your dry ass eyeballs even as you jut your thumb out again.

It's shimmery and wavy and unreal at first. Like a mirage. But there’s no mistaking it. It’s a yellow Lamborghini.

“You gotta be fuckn kidding me……”

It’s the same Lamborghini too. There’s a big red weird symbol on its hood which you hadn’t seen the first time it’d passed you. But that big spoiler and that insane engine jutting out it’s ass end is unmistakable.

It's showing absolutely no sign of slowing. You know the dick head can see you. In their stupid air conditioned fancy ass interior.

“Hehe.”

You rotate your wrist. Flash the bastard a big fat throbbing bird as it blows past you. Middle finger standing proud.

“Fuk u. Hehe.”

Literally not even long enough for you to finish laughing at how stupid you are…… you hear the screaming of tires.

“Oh fuck…..”

Instinct takes over then. You burst into a run even as you hear the car’s engine roaring and more tire screaming. You know it’s turning around, and FAST, without looking.

“Shitshitshitshitshit.” Wheezing curses as you leave the road. You figure fancy pants isn’t gonna get out of their car to beat your ass if you make yourself inaccessible. It’s fuckn hot out here, after all.

You figure they’ve turned their car to just scare the shit out of you for flipping them off. And honestly it worked. You scramble up a hill then flop straight into a bramble of cactuses. Cacti?

“FACK!” It’s actually kinda funny. You’re laughing and gasping. Listening for the sound of the car driving off. Because of course it’s going to. Who’d drive their shiny ass Lambo off road?

This guy apparently……

“Oh….. FUCK…..” You can hear the spinning of sand and dust and the raging scream of a super tuned engine. You scramble out of the cactus blob and start running like the shit you are.

“FuckfuckfuckfuckfuckfUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK….”

You can hear the sand. The engine. It sounds like the car is struggling to go on. But it IS getting closer.

“SHITFUCKSHITFUCKSHITFUCKSHIT….”

It’s gonna hit you. You know it is. You see another ridge. Jump over it the split second that that car would have hit you.

Right. Into. Another. Cactus blob. You’ve got prickly pears in every fuckn hole.

“God McFUCK JUST RUN OVER ME ALREADY….”

You scramble free, spitting thorns, as you hear the roaring engine of the Lamborghini turning to clear the small ridge you’ve jumped over.

“FUCK THIS. JUST. FUCK IT.”

You turn. Spitting and screaming. Standing your ground. You’re just DONE. I mean it’s not like they’re actually going to KILL you right? Right???

The Lamborghini crests thru the sand towards you, the stuff flowing away from it like the waking waves of a ship. You scream and clench your fists and plant your feet. It’s a good fuckn day to die. You raise both fists and flip the fucker off as it comes.

It halts about 10 feet from you, engine purring like a glorious tigress. You’re just standing there like an idiot. Twin birds raised.

It’s a timeless moment. The Lambo purring as the dust settles around it. You gasping and flipping it off two fisted, suddenly glad it’s too dry for your body to be able to make piss for your pants.

Just that one moment, before it’s engine roars and it jerks forward. Stopping about three feet from you. You scream.

“FACKFACKFACK…”

Another roar. The bumper just slightly taps at your knees.

“FACKYOUFACKYOUFACKYOUFACKYOU…”

You start slapping it’s hood with both hands. Like some kind of idiot.

“FACK YOU!” slap “FACK YOUR MOM!” slap “FACK FACK!” slap slap

It stills then. Completely still. You hear the engine cut. The silence is deafening. You’re frozen too and wheezing. Out of breath.

There’s so much dust in the air. You cough and splutter and wheeze. Think about your stupid expensive Fiji for an innate moment. But the car is off and nothing is happening.

You just stand there. And stand. Breath slowing and calming. And the Lambo just sits in silence. The driver apparently happy to just watch you shit yourself. Dust settling.

You squint your eyes. Wanting to get a good look at the driver before you flip them off again. The windows are tinted so dark. You can’t see shit.

The silence continues for so long. Dust settled. Are they dead or something??

Without warning, the passenger door pops open. Super fancy. Gliding up and over the car. Like a wing.

You just stare. There is nothing but silence coming from that open door. Do they want you to get in??

You’re shaking, hating yourself for it. But you step around the car. Lean over to peer inside. The absolute FUCK if you’re getting into this psycho’s car. But you want to see who the hell just had the balls to scare the shit down your pant legs.

There is….. nothing….. no one…..

Suddenly you’re actually AFRAID.

There is no driver. That seat is absolutely empty. You’re not familiar with the interior layout of Lamborghinis, but that’s it. Two seats. A steering wheel. No keys. No key port. No gear shift.

“What the hell……”

“Fragger……. Get in already…..”

You jerk at the sound. It’s not coming from the speakers. You don’t care HOW good the sound system of a Lambo might be. It’s coming from the CAR.

It's a ghost car. Of course it is. You’re dehydrated and nuts and your life is coming apart at the seams. Why WOULDN’T you run into a ghost car?

“Christine???” Your voice is a pathetic little wheeze. That Stephen King story reverberating in your stupid dumb memory.

“What?? I WILL leave you, human. Get. In.”

You know what? Fuck it. You don’t want to walk anyway right? Your life is over anyway. And this is WAY cooler than a diabetic coma.

You slide in. The car is so low. The plush soft leather of the seats feels cool and inviting.

The door slowly glides down until you’re voluntarily trapped inside this ghost car. You feel around yourself for a seat belt. There is none.

“Stop touching me. Where were you heading?”

“Vegas.” It’s a dry croak from you.

You feel and hear the engine roaring to life. Surprisingly quiet here inside this car.

“I can’t believe you had the nerve to hit me.” Still not from the speakers. You don’t SEE any speakers. The entire CAR is speaking to you.

You don’t answer. Just sit there dumbly. Watching the scenery around you thru the Lambo’s tinted windows as the car trundles back to the highway and the desert becomes a blur around you as the engine roars.

You’ve never gone this fast in your entire life.

[sir-achimus-prime]

Chaotic Quotes: 1 Valve-Cover

Y/n : Hey Sides, Sundrop! Have you seen a valve-cover ?

Sides & Sunny: What !?

Y/n :Yeah , gonna put a spike on it

Sideswipe: Wait ! You mean human spikes and Valves ?

Y/n : *understanding their confusion but , seeing how far this could go* What !? No , Blue and Bee said to ask you guys ! Prowl crashed and Jazz just gave me a dirty look ! *It actually happened*

Sunstreaker : Primus ! Are you Cortex disabled ?!

Y/n : Sunstreaker ! I'm being serious i lost a Valve !!

Sideswipe : Y/n ! You know what a spike and Valve are !!

Y/n : O-OH !! No ! Not that !! You perverts !! I'm looking for a Valve Cover , i have a spike on it . It's for my truck , it fits its aethetics and customized. Which is why i'm asking if you've seen it

Sideswipe : uhhh... no .

[yasashii-leaf]

•Bumblebee has reached an age where he tries to imitate the older merformers

• Windblade she is adorable all humans find her cute, she is in the top 5 merformers consider universally cute among humans

• Sun and Side the twin brothers, twins are rare among Merformers, they also tend to be inseparable

• Drift Ratchet's romantic partner!

[smallestapplin]

I too have been enamored with your Autobot Harem and I would like to see more please ...but I'm also picturing how fucking funny it would be if the Decepticons somehow heard about this new human friend and decide to kidnap them for Schemes(TM) So they send one of the minicons to scout things out, to see what this human is about, only to be bombarded with footage of Prowl, of all bots, holding the Autobot Darling in a mating press and fucking them stupid while they cry out his name

The 'Cons are baffled, frightened, and kinda grossed out and promptly nope the fuck outta there and spend the next few days trying to delete it from their memories

And they grow even more distressed when they realize just how *often* the Autobots have their way with you, including Optimus goddamn Prime, who seems to be the most addicted out of all of them, and everytime they try to sneak around there is at least one bot doing something lewd

The Autobots, meanwhile, haven't enjoyed this much peace and quiet for this long in a looooooong while, and they know exactly how to best enjoy it

Cackling at the same brain, but I adore the takes here >:) if you or anyone have anymore ideas don't be afraid to tell me

But I'd love to expand on this

🔞Warning : Autobot harem, Spitroasting, GN!Reader, decepticon pov so everything is referred to in Cybertronian words, non-consensual recording, non-consensual voyeurism🔞

Links to one here and chatting here

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When the autobots don't make any moves it's not unusual, after all it's only when the decepticons attack will they be seen, so why not a stealth mission to try and get some intel and break their silly camaraderie?

Oh it was a genuis plan! Get dirt on them, spread it to their friends, and watch them kill each other instead, getting them out of the way once and for all.

Laserbeak was sent first to map up routes, and see who guards at certain times.

It was normal, it was routine even.

Until laserbeak catches sight (and recording) of you, a little human, slotted between Sunstreaker and Sideswipe.

Sunstreaker rutting into your tight valve, transfluid leaking from where you two connect. His hips wetly slapping into yours. Your stomach bulging from the large spike rearranging your insides.

And you struggling to take Sideswipe's spike in your intake while your digits toy with his valve. Drool and fluid leaking down your chin, tears sliding down your face as you struggle to breathe.

"Takin' our spikes like a champ, sweetspark."

"Such a greedy valve! Keeps suckin' me in like you want me to overload early-"

Soundwave is fast in disconnecting the line, shutting the video off and telling Laserbeak to get back to base prompto.

But that leaves the decepticons in silence.

What had they just seen? Cybertronians can interface with fleshies? What nonsense! That can't be right.

It starts off as disgust, but then they start talking and realizing this has been going on for ages.

"Those twins hate humans out of every autobot, so how did a fleshy manage?" Starscream speaks, venom dripping in his voice.

"Wait...wait remember when we attacked their base to get that energy switch, and we came across them, and Prowl nearly offlined Thundercracker?"

The room falls silent again.

Every instance comes flooding back to them, ones they would have never thought twice about are all starting to make sense. The autobots always became a bit more aggressive and protective when it came to defending you.

Even Optimus Prime himself nearly offlined Rumble for getting close to you, before picking you up and placing you with Bumblebee to get to safety.

"So...are all of them with one human or just those two?" Skywarp didn't even want to know, but of course if there is some weird romance thing going on, they could probably use that to their advantage.

Megatron sighs, looking to Soundwave "Tell Laserbeak to go back and pick up more evidence, as much as I hate to say that."

The larger bot sneers, loathing the idea of seeing more.

But Soundwave and Laserbeak do as told.

The minicon avoids the area he first saw you, Sideswipe, and Sunstreaker, making an effort to thoroughly explore the other areas, making note that Prowl and Jazz seemingly take guard duty at night.

By the next day you and those twins seem to have went back inside the base, where Laserbeak couldn't reach.

"Sir, we might need to send someone to sneak inside their base."

Megatron glances at Soundwave, who doesn't look away from the screen. They both know getting inside that base will be dangerous, especially with how protective those bots are when you're involved.

"Let's hold off on that, since they seem to enjoy fragging outdoors, I'm certain we will get something else."

Soundwave nods, and continues watching as nothing interesting shows up on camera.

Starscream groans, rolling his optics not believing this is what they are up to anymore, just waiting to see some human all bare taking a spike much too big for them.

How patheic!

He could easily break your valve in, much better than those autobots!.....wait...NO! He shakes his helm, getting rid of any thoughts of you he's having.

Grumbling himself about your stupid attractiveness, you're just some stupid fleshy that's probably so soft compared to him, and no doubt your valve would struggle to take him.

But he keeps up a disgusted act, not wanting anyone to know what he's thinking.

However Thundercracker is silent, optics not leaving the screen, watching whatever Laserbeak catches on camera.

His expression looks bored, but he's freaking out inside.

He can't believe a human could actually handle interfacing with a Cybertronian, and you took two like a champ! You look so cute, pretty valve stretched so wide just to take Sunstreaker.

Greedy little thing.

He wants you, he wants to know what it's like, wants to leave here and live somewhere peacefully with you in some far off woods.

He's only here out of fear.

But he can't believe he's letting himself fall for a human he's barely met, but he can't stop his thoughts from trailing off to you, picturing you crying out begging him for more.

He wonders how your valve tastes, and if you'd like he bury his glossa in your heat.

Thundercracker is broken from his thoughts by Starscream screeching.

"Have they no shame!?"

Several optics look back at the screen, only to see you with Hot Rod.

The flashy bot clearly rushing off with you, giggling as you two go through the trees to get a peaceful spot away from base.

Faintly through Laserbeak's mic they can hear you.

"Oh, you don't know how much I missed you, little light!"

You giggle, finding all his kisses to be tickling you.

"I missed you too, Roddy. I hope your missions haven't been to exhausting." You kiss him in turn, smiling when he lets out a dopey chuckle.

"Nothing I can't manage, I just wanted to get back to you safe and sound."

"Something tells me that's not the only reason." You tease him, your poor lover gives you a pleading expression.

"I got all my work done? Missions were a success since the decepticons have been quiet, oh! And I got my reports done!"

He's shaking, nearly vibrating in place waiting for something.

But you let out a dramatic sigh, playfully shaking your head.

"I suppose since you've been such a good boy then."

You kick your pants off, tossing them to the side, before plopping yourself down on his servo, spreading your legs wide for him.

"A good boy deserves a reward, right?"

Hot Rod drools, muttering 'thank you's over and over again as he buries his glossa into your greedy hole.

Moaning with you, unable to help himself when you taste so good!

The decepticons all look at each other, then to Megatron, awaiting his orders but even he is baffled.

Just how many bots do you have after you? How many do you already have under your thumb? In the fights where he has gotten close to you, you reek of Optimus far too strongly.

So you're with him too.

Do you have the entire autobot base at your beck and call?

"Megatron, what are your orders."

Soundwave's voice shakes him if his thoughts.

"If we can get ahold of that human, we might have our answers, however I'm not even sure we can with how frag addicted those filthy autobots are."

"Seems the human is never alone either, which would make that even harder."

Just what have they gotten themselves into?

[prowlspaparazzi]

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.

[rabotimagines]

"New tricks" GN BOT READER × Sunstreaker + Sideswipe

Summary: Sunstreaker catchs reader slipping during a spar and doesn't hesitate to jump at the opportunity to get one over on them.

Warnings: Dubious consent (but reader is horny and 100% willing), MDNI 🔞

G1 characters: Sunstreaker and Sideswipe

Genre/Theme: Smut! 🔞 Scenario

Notes: This is based off of older reader who uses petnames which you can find here. Reader bottoms and gets their valve used. The twins think Reader is fragging the other autobot officers. (They aren't)

Pronouns: You, your, yours, they, their, them.

Sunstreaker was trying for the frag he didn't even know what attempt to get one over on you in a spar.

And then it happened. Sunstreaker found an opening. You'd already knocked him onto the floor a good ten separate times today so maybe you got sloppy- but Sunstreaker wasn't going to miss the opportunity. He knocked you to the ground and wrestled until he had you pinned on your front. Him leaning over the back of you using his frames weight to keep you still. Both your arms were pinned to your own back by one of Sunstreakers servos.

You only chuckled even with your faceplate resting against the floor. "Wow Sunny, guess you finally won huh?" Sunstreaker clicked his glossia, the warmth having long bubbled into an actual fire and into a burning inferno of frustration. Every little smile, every little glance, every little stupid repetition of "Sunshine" from you- Sunstreaker was sick of it. And now he had you pinned and at his mercy and you still. Wouldn't. Say. His. Designation.

Sunstreaker was going to frag his frustrations right into you.

Sunstreakers digits dug into the edges of your modesty plate trying to find the manual release. Sunstreaker was going to get you to call him his designation- he's shoving your helm harsher against the ground, "Hey now-" You squirmed against his hold "You saying you're interested in my valve? A fossil like me? Sunny you're a pervert!" You laughed again and it's still so light and it only makes Sunstreaker more heated because that's not his designation on your glossia yet. You still aren't taking him seriously-! But you allow your modesty panel to pull back before he can claw at it again leaving your array open for Sunstreaker.

Sunstreaker takes a quick look at your valve before shoving two digits into you. He crooks them and next slide forward he's knuckle deep in you. You're wet- so wet that your opening up further for him fast. "You calling me the pervert?" Sunstreaker crooks his digits deeper and then scissors them watching how your valve opens easily under the action. "You're the one already getting off on this." Sunstreaker hisses out, ignoring his own spike that was currently throbbing hard against his own modesty panel.

"What- Ha- ah-" Sunstreaker pulled at the rim of your hole with his digits and bit his bottom derma when your valve obediently stretched with his light insistence. "What can I say? Ha- been a while since I've overloaded- Can't blame a bot for being bent up? Can you?- Agh-" Sunstreaker pulled his digits out and his servo curled around your spike instead and jerked twice languidly.

Your spike immediately started spilling pre lubricant all over itself. Sunstreaker scoffed "What-? like you expect me to believe you're not bending over for any of the other officers? Jazz? Ironhide? Optimus?" It was only a rumor based on your own flirtatious nature but the fact that you don't respond to him only makes Sunstreakers spike press harder against his panel. So Sunstreaker let's it open and his spike pressurizes properly.

Sunstreaker huffs and puts his full weight on your back again, and he lines his spike up against your valve. The head of his spike kissing your valve entrance "Say it." Sunstreaker grounds out against your audial his one free servo gripping the metal of your hip hard. His other still pinning your wrists to your back.

You're quiet for a moment, as if considering your options and then you start again. "Sunny-" Wrong! Sunstreaker snapped his hips and buried his spike inside you in one solid motion. You coughed a vent and clenched around his length. Sunstreaker didn't wait to start slamming into your valve, every snap of his hips hitting your aft caused an audible sound.

You hadn't given up yet! You were still fighting him! "Say it- say it!" Sunstreaker hissed through his clenched denta. Sunstreaker working harder to pound you into the training room floor. He pushed his chasiss down on your back, forcing you against the floor even further. You're grunting and groaning while Sunstreaker continued to pound your valve. "Fragging say it!"

"Sunstreaker-" Frag! There it is! There it is-! Sunstreaker only growled his engine revving of its own accord. His servo released your wrists and moved to grip your hips tighter. Sunstreaker began physically dragging you backwards to meet him harder when he bottomed out inside you. You groaned and apparently accepting your lose, you continued rewarding him. "Sunstreaker- Sunstreaker! Sunstreaker-" Frag! Frag- your valve was squeezing his spike just right and your taking him and taking him- Sunstreaker was going to overload right in your valve- he's gonna stuff you full right here on the training room floor-

"Sunstreaker!" Frag yes- Sunstreaker bottomed out and pressed you harder against the floor. His hips rocking forward through every rolling wave of his overload with a heavy groan. The heat behind his helm slowly shimmered down the more transfluid he pumped into you. Sunstreaker eventually relaxed his jaw with gasping vents. The aftermath of his own overload trickling up his shivering plating.

The only sounds in the training room were both your rapid vents.

Then you laughed the way you did when you were teasing one of them. "Primus, Sunshine... was that worth it?"

Your words only light that fire back into his chassis. Sunstreaker slowly pulled back like he was going to pull out. Only to bottom back out aggressively, reveling in the choked gasp you gave in response. Sunstreakers servos tightened back on your hips with a scowl. He was gonna get it through your thick helm what his designation was!

Even if he had to frag right into you!

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Sideswipe was minding his own business when Sunstreaker simply Commed him "Help me." To which Sideswipe obviously asked "With what?" And then their bond, which was tight for the whole day, opened wide. And Sideswipe almost tripped when the hot charge of arousal and another frame running along his plating was felt distantly. Which only made Sideswipe deadly curious on who was Sunstreaker fragging- Sideswipe demanded "Who? And where?" Only to get the where, and now he was booking it to the training room In his alt mode. He was a bit too hot and bothered to care about the tire tracks he'd left on the ark floor from peeling out.

Sideswipe barreled into the training room in root mode, the door sliding shut behind him and he saw Sunstreaker on top of a familiar frame.

Oh frag yes it was you. Sideswipes optics brightened just a bit in excitement.

Sideswipe grinned and wondered over. "Well, well Sunny. Finally got one over on 'em?" Sunstreaker pulled back and sat on his aft, dragging you along with him as he moved. Your back was against Sunstreakers chassis and you were huffing in vents. Your optics were brighter then Sideswipe had ever seen them before. And it made Sideswipe want to see if he could make them even brighter.

"They got sloppy." Sunstreaker remarked before hooking his servos under your knees. Sunstreaker then pulled your legs open from behind. Fully exposing your interface array for Sideswipes optics. Your spike was still hard against your own plating and twitching occasionally. Your own transfluid was splattered on your own front, while your valve was dripping Sunstreakers transfluid onto the training room floor.

"Definitely not the only thing sloppy huh? Sloppy seconds?" Sideswipe knelt down between your thighs, his servos immediately trailing along your legs.

"Sloppy thirds actually." You muttered, leaning your helm back against Sunstreakers pauldron. "Hi, Sides'" you smiled rather lazily at him and it made Sideswipes optics brighten a bit more.

Sideswipe glanced at the transfluid still spilling out of your valve. Yeah Sunstreaker definitely stuffed you twice. ...How about Sideswipe stuffed you a third time? "Hey- So feel like playing nice, old timer?" Sideswipe could tell that's what Sunstreaker wanted help with. Seeing if they could maybe "break you in" and have you so well fragged you'd be more... inclined to listen to them. Since it was after Sunstreakers spar attempt Sideswipe could only assume it was about the obvious. You're little pet names for them.

You only huffed in amusement. "Can't say I am... What can I say? it's a bit hard to teach an old cyberhound new tricks."

"Hm- Hear that Sunstreaker? Gonna have to break them in a bit more to make 'em listen." Sideswipe let his modesty panel pull back and his spike pressurize.

Sunstreaker just pulled your legs open further giving Sideswipe better access. "Help train 'em then Sides."

Sideswipe lined his spike up and pushed forward. His spike slid inside you effortlessly after two rounds with Sunstreaker. Your own valve lubricant and Sunstreakers transfluid only made it slicker. "Slag-" Sideswipe cursed when you clenched around him, his pelvis pressing against your own when he bottomed out. "Nice valve- What? You used to taking spike like this?"

"Sorry a bit out of- ha-" You gasped when Sideswipe pulled back and started lazily rolling his hips. "Bit out of practice actually."

What so you weren't actually fragging any of the other officers? That was... surprising? But Sideswipe just buried himself back inside you and his servos found your frame. Servos running over your chassis. Sunstreaker leaned over your pauldron, making you tilt your helm to see and he locked derma with you. His brother hadn't hesitated to shove his glossia into your mouth and start making out with you.

"Sunny! You said you'd help me get them to call me something else!" You couldn't exactly do that with Sunstreakers glossia in your mouth!

Sunstreaker broke the kiss to huff out "Never said that." Only to shove his glossia back into your mouth. Sideswipe could hear you chuckling against Sunstreakers mouth, your chassis lightly shaking in laughter.

"You implied it!" Sideswipe scowled and curled his servos around your waist to pull you down to meet his thrusts. Sideswipe looked back up to watch you kiss Sunstreaker. You easily kept up with Sunstreakers enthusiasm even while Sideswipe was fragging you. Sunstreaker actually pulled back a touch when you tilted your helm at an angle and nipped at his bottom derma. Sunstreakers groan caught in your mouth and you chased him as he pulled back only forcing your glossia back into Sunstreakers mouth. Oral lubricant spilled down the side of Sunstreakers jaw. Out of practice Sideswipes aft... you could say you used to be a part time pleasure bot and Sideswipe wouldn't even reset his optics.

Sideswipe stopped thrusting and instead stayed where he was buried inside your valve. While one of his servos wrapped around your spike. You twitched at the touch and Sideswipe started stroking you off slow but steady with his servo. The longer Sideswipe jerked your spike off the more you slowly started to squirm under his touch. Your hips finally bucked against his and Sideswipe smirked as he watched your plating start to twitch.

You finally broke the kiss with Sunstreaker to turn to Sideswipe "What- c'mon babe give it to me."

Sideswipes engine jumped and he pulled out and thrust back in you and smiled again. "What was that?"

You huffed, one servo digging into Sunstreakers thigh while the other was on Sideswipes waist. "C'mon baby give it to me-" your optics half shuttered and you bit your bottom derma lightly as you stared at Sideswipe. Your optics were oh so bright- yeah this memory was gonna be Sideswipes go to self servicing material for a long time.

Sideswipes engine revved and he pulled back and started fragging you how he had wanted to. Fast and deep. You arched up when Sideswipe started jerking your spike again in time with his own thrusts. You clenched down on him every time Sideswipe bottomed out inside you- frag you were too good at this. You were totally sleeping with the other officers- you had to be! Sunstreaker locked derma with you again and pressed his glossia back against your own. You groaned against him and your spike started throbbing in Sideswipes grip- frag- Sideswipe was gonna overload right in you. Gonna stuff you even more-! "Frag!" Sideswipe grit his denta when his overload rocked into him. He kept jerking his servo and watched as you arched up and started shooting heavy ropes onto your own chassis. You clenched down on Sideswipes spike and practically milked his overload out of him. Sideswipe could only laugh at the dirty haze of it all.

Sunstreaker kept kissing you through your own overload and even while you were winding down. Eventually Sunstreaker pulled back, a string of oral lubricant spilt down your own throat and both your derma were a touch swollen from the heavy make out session. You were venting harsh, optics still very bright. Slag it all, Sideswipe kinda wanted to go again. But he started pulling out because he wanted to see his own transfluid spilling out of you.

You only grunted when Sideswipe pulled out. "Who said you can't teach old cyberhounds new tricks? Huh Sunny?" Sideswipe asked. The wet squelch of your transfluid stuffed valve sounded when it started pouring out of your fragged open hole. Sideswipe smirked at the sight, satisfaction running deep in him.

Only for the sound of the training room door opening making Sideswipe tense all over. "What in the- Get up!" Ironhide biting out an order had Sideswipe cringing and slowly lowering your thighs, closing his array, before standing. Sunstreaker did the same after untangling his frame from you as well. You however stayed on the floor, huffing in vents with your array still wide open for anyone to see with their transfluid still spilling out of you.

You just waved a servo at Ironhide dismissively and continued to vent. "Give- give me a klick Ironhide... still recovering from three back to back stuffings of transfluid."

"Three?" Ironhide looked up from you to both of them and sighed "Who went twice?"

Sideswipe immediately pointed a thumb at Sunstreaker and Sunstreaker slammed his pede into the back of Sideswipes knee making him almost fall over. Sideswipe cursed and turned ready to latch onto Sunstreaker but Ironhide just latched onto both of them instead, each servo around one of their arms. "None of that! You done fragged your superior officer on the training room floor! Cafeteria duty for a week! Starting now!"

"Wha- but!- They-" Sideswipe tried to object- you'd let them frag you after all! Well- maybe it was the fact they did it in the middle of the training room... in the middle of the day... when sideswipe was supposed to be not here. ...yeah that was probably it actually. Sunstreaker hadn't even bothered to say anything so he knew it too. Sideswipe finally just sighed and rolled his optics. "Fine. Later-" Sideswipe waved to you and you just saluted him with two fingers. Ironhide released them and they both headed out the door.

Once the training room door closed behind them Sideswipe crossed his arms over his chassis. "So- Now we're fragging them?" Sideswipe asked aloud.

Sunstreaker just hummed. "If they call me 'Sunshine' again I'm gonna drag them somewhere and spike them till they remember my designation."

Oh hot. That was definitely a fun little idea. Sideswipe had only used your valve... Maybe Sideswipe could ride your spike next time you tried to call him "Pookie". Sideswipe grinned at the thought.

They were definitely gonna have some more fun with you.

[revelboo]

I WANT ALL THE HUMANS REACTING TO THEIR TODDLER SIZED AUTOBOTS!! AHHH MY HEART! SO LITTLE BABIESSS😭😭❤️❤️🥹🥹

All the humans pretty much react the same way to small, helpless Autobots.

Mass Displacement Mayhem Scenarios

Prowl

• “Stop laughing.” Snarling the words at you as you double over cackling. Nothing about this is funny. Only about knee high, he glares up at you. And bares his denta when you drop to your knees and drag him by an arm to you. “Don’t you dare.” Struggling when you hook you arms around him and pick him up.

• “Why are you so heavy Prowler-wowler,” you croon as you shift him to a hip like a toddler. “So widdle and cute.” And the furious look on his face promises revenge, but right now? You’re bigger and there’s nothing he can do about it. And it occurs to you that you should be taking advantage of how helpless he is. Seize your chance to escape. Instead of amusing yourself with his impotent fury, because he’s just too adorable tiny. And baby talking him is making him angrier.

• Why are you talking to him like that?! “I swear to Primus I’ll punish you for this later.” Squirming as you bounce him and tap him on the nose with a finger. Telling him that he’s ‘cranky.’ And he’s going to show you cranky when he’s back to normal. “This is undignified!” Wait- are you carrying him out into the hall? Where someone might see?

Bluestreak

• Wincing at the high pitched squeal, he freezes as you drop to your knees and grab him. Smothering him in a hug so he’s pressed against you as you fuss over him. And he’s utterly speechless, too embarrassed to say a word of protest as you cuddle him. “You’re so tiny! Why didn’t you tell me you could be tiny?” He’s never heard your voice pitch that high before and you’re hugging him.

• Chest aching at how adorable little Bluestreak is, you cup his face in your palms. He doesn’t resist, optics wide. He was already so sweet, but this size? Dragging him into your lap, you play with his little door wings and spin a tiny tire, absolutely delighted. Can he still transform like this? Become a teeny little car? Hugging him to you as he makes a tiny noise, sprawled unresisting against you.

Sunny and Sides

• “I don’t need your help.” Speed walking as fast as his shorter legs will allow, Sunny glares over his shoulder at you. And Sideswipe, his twin straddling your hip as you reach for him. Because Sideswipe had actually lifted him arms to be picked up. “Stop!” Hears Sides laughing as you snag him and wrap an arm around him, straightening with a soft grunt at his weight. Dangling, pinned against your body, he growls.

• Jeez, they’re deceptively heavy. Shifting Sides on your hip, you carry the small bots as Sunny complains nonstop and squirms. And Sideswipe grabs onto you. “Watch your hands,” you murmur at him as he stares up at you with big, innocent optics and doesn’t ease up his grip at all. There’s no fussing at that face, he can’t possibly know better. “Look at you, two. Sunny, don’t pout.” How are they so adorable?

Optimus

• “Big guy? Holy shit,” you say, laughing as you kneel and cup his face in your hands. “Holy shit, you’re adorable!” Sitting and dragging him into your lap, you can hardly breathe for laughing. Because he’s so little and still looks so solemn and serious. Like the world’s gravest toddler.

• “Something’s gone wrong. I’m guessing Wheeljack,” he says, faltering when you tip his face up, grinning. And kiss him on the forehead. “Are you okay?” Because you’re still giggling. Arms wrapping around him, he finds his face pressed against your soft body as you squeeze him as tight as you can. Is this size causing aggression in you? Are you attacking?

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Can i request a Sunstreaker×Reader(gender nuetral)nsfw one shot?

Attachments- Human Effects

Sunstreaker x human

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: nsfw, touching, naked bodies, interspecies relations.

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Ambassador hums to themself as they watch Sunstreaker, Bluestreak and Traxies mess around and mingling. It was nice to see the blue mech so care free after the recent events. In truth they believe everyone is excited to be heading back to Cybertron.

 "You boys better not damage each other God forbid Optimus or Ironhide and Prowl see you three damaged." They call out with a playful smile. Sunstreaker turns his helm toward the human Ambassador with scoff. "Don't worry, we know better than to damage the merchandise," he replies cockily. While he enjoys sparring with his convoy mates. 

Still, he can't help snickering a little as Bluestreak leaps at Traxies, sending them both tumbling across the floor in a tangled pile of limbs. The two mechs wrestling playfully, but Sunstreaker knows from experience just how wily Bluestreak can be in a scrap.

Sunstreaker observes the ruckus with amusement, crossing his arms over his broad chest, Bob chitters and squeals as he watches the two mechs play, looking to his master as if to ask if he can join. “Go play Bug” he hums, Bob runs full speed before clambering onto Bluestreak's back, a shrill cry coming from the Insecticon as he attempts to wrestle Bluestreak off Traxies. 

They shake their heads in amusement before turning to watch Sunstreaker as he saunters up to them. "Hello Sunstreaker, what can you do for you?" They tilt their head slightly, eyes flicking up to his optics. "If I didn't know better, I'd say you were missing out on all the fun." He gestures casually toward Bluestreak, Traxies and Bob who are still play-wrestling amid peals of laughter, and chirps.

He redirects his focus to the Ambassador, azure optics sweeping over their form in a slow, appreciative once-over. One hand comes up to buff a spot on his broad chest, as if to draw attention to the gleaming sheen of his plating. 

"What do you say we find somewhere a little more private, got something I want to talk to you about" he suggests. But his subtle hint isn't lost on them after how forward Ratchet had been. 

"Christ Sunstreaker, are you hitting on me now too?" they groan out softly, but no true anger or discomfort is in their voice. Sunstreaker lets out a sly chuckle at the Ambassador's reaction. "That wasn't what I was intending but if you take it that way I'm sure I could make an exception for you," he replies with a wink. "Besides, a mech like me would be a fool not to take advantage of such charming company, while it lasts." 

He begins walking with them, making his strides slower so that they could keep up with him. " unless you're already catered for? I have heard rumours of certain other members of our crew. Not that I blame you." 

"No I'm not spoken for, just..... it's complicated" they state softly, not really wanting to have more mechs listening in on their conversation. "Let me guess you saw the pin up photos?" They ask, eyes flicking to Sunstreaker again.

He chuckles lightly. "Ah, I see. 'Complicated' seems to be the way of things around here more often than not." He gives the Ambassador a knowing look, he himself had complicated flings with Rodimus, Skids and Mirage. 

"Let's just say Ratchet has fine taste, and leave it at that." He hums waiting to see how they would react to those words, he was hoping Ratchet hadn't seen the pin-ups and made a move, he didn't think the Medic would, he was in a relationship with the Ex-con, but he never knew with the CMO. 

 "Ah so you know..” they mumble softly. It makes Sunstreaker realise that Ratchet had indeed made a move on them. 

“ I felt like if I do anything more than I already have I'll have the whole crew at my door. And I'm already trying not to have issues with command on Cybertron and not to mention the Galactica union." They mutter.

"Affairs of the spark can certainly make logistics...complicated," he acknowledges with a wry quirk of his lip plates. "Especially where command protocols and off-world politics are involved. Primus forbade any diplomat to find themselves on the wrong side of bureaucracy!" It's a chuckle, a true one from the rather snarky mech.  

“Please don't spread it around, I don't need Magnus up my ass over me having a fling With the crew let alone the CMO” they pleade hoping that he understood enough how bad the situation was for them if it got out of hand, 

 "Easy, your secret is safe." He shoots them a conspiratorial wink. They laugh loudly. "Sunny no offence but you are one of the least subtle or Discrete mech I have ever met" they giggle while looking away. He grumbles as he looks away feeling ashamed to have been called out. "Guilty as charged" he admits under his breath. 

His reigns in the snarky comment he wanted to shoot their way. "I wanted to.. frag how do i say it.” He grumbles again before trying to figure out how to broach the subject, he had never been the one trying to get someone in berth, it was always others trying to get him into their berth. 

“I would like to invite you to um… Frag im slag at this. Would you be interested in interfacing with me?" He manages to ask, feeling the heat under his plates making his frame uncomfortable due to the situation.

 The Ambassador freezes up, head snapping towards the yellow gold mech with surprise on his face. “ I…” they start only from Sunstreaker to hiss at himself for being stupid. “no I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked” 

"I don't have anywhere to be for the next cycle, I was just checking up on Traxies" they blurted out to him. In truth Sunstreaker was a very pretty mech, they just never took him as one to be interested in humans. 

Sunstreaker's optics flash brightly as he catches the Ambassador's words. "Well now, a whole cycle to yourself?" he asked, almost speechless, excited and intrigued.  

"As it happens, I find myself also unexpectedly free for the foreseeable cycle," he adds casually, leaning down to scoop them up into his servos and arms.  "Only conditions are, I can't have others finding out about this, do not talk about it with others" they state.

 " I'm not looking for a relationship,  f you have issues with that or me being with others, I'm occasionally sleeping with others, please reconsider" they explain. Sunstreaker nods slowly as he considers the Ambassador's terms, mouthparts pressing into a thin line.

"Very well, i won't tell anyone," he promises, voice low and serious. "As for your other arrangements...that is your affair, not mine." Truth be told, he wasn't looking for a relationship either, but he was rather intrigued to see what a human was like in berth. 

The trip to Sunsteaker's website is a decent one but now that they are in there they look around admiring the different decorations, paints and detail supplies he had around.

A smug smile crosses his faceplate. "Like what you see?" he purrs, leaning down until his face is mere inches from theirs. "I take great pride in my collection. Only the finest."

They look over the many different paints and rims. The only way they could really describe it was like walking into a hat and shoe collectors house. "Woah fancy paints you have, never seen you in anything but the gold yellow" they hum while walking around. Sunstreaker chuckles slowly as the Ambassador examines his collection of paints and detailing supplies. "They are my pride and joy," he says, optics glittering with undisguised delight. "You'd be surprised how much work goes into maintaining my finish." 

He watches them with rapt attention as they wander, taking in the array of exotic pigments and high-grade polishes. A pleased rumble escapes his vocalizer when they compliment his prized finishes. But then, with a playful flick of his wrist, he sends a plush detailing cloth sailing toward the Ambassador. They yelp in surprise, and Sunstreaker can't help but burst into raucous laughter at their reaction.

"What, did you think I'd let you admire my collection without getting your hands dirty?" he teases, stalking closer. "This frame doesn't clean and polish itself, you know." he looms over them, one digit tracing the curve of their jaw. 

"I do so enjoy a little...hands-on assistance," he murmurs, voice dropping to a low purr. They just stare at him for a moment. "You... you brought be back here to be your personal polisher didn't you, I can't believe I got swindled like this, and here I thought you were looking for something else" it's a playful huff and teasing.

But the glint in his optics and the sly quirk of his lip plates give away his true amusement. He leans down until their faces are mere inches apart, " no, my dear Ambassador, I had quite a different sort of hands-on activity in mind." His voice drops to a sultry purr. 

Bringing them up to his chestplate, he rumbles, "There, that's much better." His field practically crackles with smug satisfaction as he gazes down at them, azure optics burning with unveiled desire. "Now then, let's see what those nimble little fingers of yours can do," he murmurs. One thumb gently strokes along their side in a teasing caress.

 "I have a few...sensitive spots that could use your attention." 

"Oh do you now?" They chuckle while sitting down on his plating. Discarding their uniform top as they grab the polish and cloth. One hand pressed to his chassis as they give him a playful yet seductive look. Fingers trailing down the ridges and edges before they throw the polish cloth at his face with a laugh. 

Sunstreaker lets out an indignant squawk as the polish cloth hits him square in the faceplate. His optics widened in shock, field flaring with offence. "Why, you cheeky little--!" he sputters, swiping the cloth away. But despite his outrage, a frown tugs at the corners of his lip plates. 

"Oh, you're going to pay for that one," he growls playfully, optics glinting with mischief. Careful not to jostle the Ambassador, he shifts his weight, feinting as if to make a grab for them. "I'll have you know I don't take kindly to such flagrant disrespect of my finish," he huffs, trying and failing to keep a stern expression.

Sunstreaker may be vain, but he's not above a bit of playful back-and-forth. He settles back, They settle back down on his plating, relaxing into his servos. The cold metal trails up their sides, a slight shiver running down their spine as he drags his digits over their body admiring how different human physiology is to his. He could see why the rest of the crew were so taken by the ambassador.

"Fascinating," he murmurs, digits ghosting reverently over their skin. He can't help but marvel at the sheer softness and pliability of their form, so different from his own rigid, metallic plating. "You know," he purrs, voice dropping to a low, sultry rumble, "the rest of the crew really has excellent taste." One thumb brushes teasingly across their jaw. "I can certainly see the appeal..."

His free servo comes up, fingers lightly caressing their chest in gentle, exploring sweeps. Sunstreaker is utterly captivated, his focus zeroed in solely on them. "Christ Sunny, you just interested in teasing me, with how thirsty you bots are online I was expecting you to be a bit more handsy" they tease.

Sunstreaker chuckles lowly. "Thirsty, you say?" he rumbles, optics glittering with mischief. "In fact," he purrs, leaning in until his breath ghosts across their skin, "I'd say I'm positively famished." His grip tightened.

They let him remove the shirt, digits caressing their skin as he trails further down their body. Sunstreaker savours the soft moans that escape the Ambassador's lips, his own vocalizer rumbling in response. He trails feather-light kisses along their skin, his glossa darting out to taste the subtle nuances of their unique scent and texture. 

They hear the hissing and clicking of his plating moving, shooting a look over their shoulder. Their eyes go wide when they see his spike. "Holy shit, Sunstreaker, there is no way that will fit in me at all!" They stutter out. 

Sunstreaker sulks, a frown falling across his faceplate. "My mods aren't that bad. don't you worry your pretty little head about that, Ambassador," he sits up ,moving the, to the berth as he stands up and moves over to storage cubes.

"You're welcome to look through the options, if you'd like," watching as he pulls out different mods for them to look at. "Umm do you have anything smaller?" Sunstreaker huffs. "Smaller?" he rumbles, "I'll have you know, Ambassador, that nothing about me is 'small'."

He rummages through the storage cube, plucking out a few choice attachments with a flourish. "But fortunately for you, I do believe I have a few. more modest options in here somewhere."

 "Let's see now..." he muses, "where did I put that petite little number?" A groan escapes his vocalizer. "Ah, here we are!" Sunstreaker presents the selected attachment. "I think you'll find this one much more manageable," he quips. 

They watch as he brings out the smaller spike, this one looked like it wouldn't impale them, it's a ‘small’ silver attachment with little details etched into the metal along with little balls along the length of it. "That one looks better in size, but umm. How exactly do you.." they trail off. Eyes flicking from the small spike in his servo and the large one between his thighs.

"How do I...?" he prompts, one optic ridge arching upward in a blatant display of smugness. He tsks, shaking his head in mock-pity. "Allow me to demonstrate."

With an exaggerated flourish, he swaps out the sizable spike for the more modest attachment, the change accompanied by a series of slick, metallic clicks and whirs. 

"There, you see?" he purrs, flexing his hips to show off the new addition. "Perfectly...proportional." 

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responses to “don’t come over, I look like a mess” [w/ sunstreaker, cliffjumper, ratchet, bluestreak, hound & ironhide]

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“What? No. What did you say? That doesn’t make any sense, I’m coming over anyways,”:

• Sunstreaker is probably the biggest repeat offender on this one, and he uses it in other situations, too. he suddenly can’t comprehend and doesn’t allow you to explain yourself, though he and you full well know he understands. grumbles the whole ‘you’re breaking up!’ schtick. pretends to drive through a tunnel when he’s forty-five seconds away (where there is no tunnels) just to hang up without letting you say a peep. he won’t leave either, so you comply and come to see him, or you will be hearing his horn for the better part of the evening.

• a second guilty charge is aimed straight at Cliffjumper. somehow, there is never any time to explain and he’s in a huge hurry, and he’s only calling you as a courtesy so you’ll be outside and ready to go. If you even get a word in, mentioning weakly you look like shit or don’t feel up to seeing him, he’ll hang up. He can’t hear your lies if he literally can’t hear them or something like that. but once he pulls up and you aren’t outside, now you’ve done it, though he never directs the frustration at you. but if he’s in such a big hurry, wouldn’t he have left by now? Surely doesn’t have the time to wait around- and he’s yelling that you look fine from the street.

“That suspiciously sounds like you just made that up. at what point has that ever stopped me before?”:

• Ratchet will express that in so many words, but his concern will triumph over most things. He’s worried by your misplaced and unusual deflection, partial to looking for his company when it’s often unattainable. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but in the spare moments he does have, he uses them to see you. So when you decline his request, he’s still coming over, hell or high water. Whatever you’re wearing or whatever you’re doing he’s fine being in the company of, so your excuses are paper thin. You don’t sound sick, but he’s gotta be certain of that...

• “yeah, a hot mess!” Bluestreak tried, you’ll give him points there. “…that’s what you meant, right?” Unsettled and nervous chatter arises on his behalf when you can’t quite articulate why you feel so messy, and he immediately begins pressing for answers. there's a full minute where he thinks he did something wrong, and just when you console him that he didn't, you can already hear his wheels burning rubber in the background. hah, good luck stopping him, he's already halfway to your place, and cannot fathom why you looking a little messy would ever prohibit him from coming over. he'll be wary and uneasy the rest of the ride, wanting to get to the root of your woes.

“You always look beautiful, but if you’re not up to company that’s okay,”:

• Hound sorta understands, yet doesn't quite completely in regards to your explanation. though he's disheartened by a handful of things- one that you don't feel up to par outwardly and think that he cares what you are wearing or how you look in this very moment. you always look perfect to him, and your comment only fuels an unsteady flame that makes him think something else is very wrong. but he won't pry or shoulder his way in, he knows you'll come around when you're ready to talk, being supportive as always. he won't argue, he's straight to the point: no, you don't look a mess. he doesn't have to see you to know that, he knows, and to call him whenever you're ready for his company because he'll be over in a heartbeat.

• if anyone gets it, it's Ironhide. your excuse is garbage and untrue, but he'll kid around and poke fun just to get you to laugh. "What, did you just wake up or somethin'?" He really misses your company if you end up canceling, but he makes sure you know that you always look good to him, no matter what. he ultimately respects your boundaries for a couple of hours, and then he's circling your block to make sure you're still alive in there. radio silence is unforgiving, but as much as he misses you, he doesn't want to cross the imaginary line that is your patience. something else must be wrong for you to disappear into your room for the majority of the day, and he intends to get to the bottom of it by the evening.

[mehiwilldoitlater]

Its me!...part 2 of the Sunstreaker fic?

I think your works are great 2!

Have a great day/night and dont overwork yourself!

"I must say! I'm quite happy to know that you decided to follow us! I never believed that you were the kind of mech that enjoys a good day in the sun; he'll, I never believed that you even like the sun. Which is absurd is in your name, right?! In any case, we've never had such a solo time like this, right? I would love to show you my favorite places, like "

"Blue?"

"Yes?"

"Shut up."

And so the young Datsun fell into an awkward silence.

How much he hated this situation, and it was just your own fault! 

Why didbyou had to mention that blabbering idiot, especially since you were so eager to get a ride with him!

Well, technically, you asked Sunstreaker first, and he responded that he had no intention to get his interior ruined by any of your fleshy substances. You just shrugged off and went inside Bluestreak. Was he just so easy to leave like that?! Or you just were too patient with him and accepted his request...

Whatever was the main reason, the only thing Sunstreaker was sure was that that day was just wasted, with you two dorks attending to...what was that again?

The small white tents were easily spotted in the green of the park that you were approaching. Smell of candies and fries, laughter, and the eating of some old music from grammophones around...

A second-hand market...great.

"Hey, y/n, "he didn't even try to hide how bored he was." "Explai to me how can you find this stuff interesting."

"Well," you started, "it's just...neat, i guess?" I like old and vintage staff; they have some kind of charm on them."

"Like Ratchet!" You laugh at the Datsun naive comparison of the Medic with some old radios.

Sun streaker observed with a side eye the two of you. Beside how stupid and boring the jokes between you two were, he didn't understand the small bond you shared with his comrade.

He couldn't understand how you did it; keep it up with all of his talking! Not only that, you were kind enough to remind him of the main subject and get him back on track. Your compassion over that bot was commendable, yes, but of everybody, why him?!

He really wanted to accept Hound even with all that earthy loving staff, but that almost like Prowl copy wlaking around was a mystery to him!

" Sun! Are you coming or what?"

And while he was regretting every aspect of this day, he heard your voice calling his half-said name while you and that other idiot were reaching the market.

"It's Sunstreaker! Not sun!" He screamed while reaching both of you!

"It's your name!" Laughed Bluestreak.

"Yeah, I want it all in one phrase."

"Ok, ok, as you wish!"

The place was quite big, and, by the looks on the faces of people, unfatered by Bluestreak turning into a giant robot, it seemed that you two had been usual customers around. A few sellers even greeted him, showing him a few of their newly found vintage products, and he even remembered a few of their names.

Now, that's explained the pile of junk that he had started to pile up in his quarter.

Sunstreaker, on the other hand, felt uneasy around all of these humans. He always claimed to be fleshy-tolerant; he knew that, despite their so many flaws, they could make a few good staffers and there, yet what he felt was different. He felt... out of place. And not only about the market; it was what was between you and Bluestreak. 

He knew that you and the machine were closed; you loved to spend time with the young one, acting more like an older sibling to him, and Sunstreaker Just couldn't grasp half of what you both shared. 

Not like that wasn't his fault somehow...

You did give him so many chances to get closer, and he just dumped them all down without thinking twice, yet you were still friendly and nice to him. He didn't know if you were just stupid or too nice for your own good. 

"Hey Sunstreaker!" Your voice took him back to the real world. "We can go to the arts area if you like! It's not far; I bet you can find something that you like!"

"You don't have to do that if you don't want that."

"Nonsense!" you laughed it off. "We're here together, right? It's a chance to explore that area too!"

"Like in the videogames!"

"YEAH!"

He snickered but tried to hide it immediately. That was a joke that he could understand.

///

He needed to admit it; the area was packed with interesting works and hidden gems. Many of the ones that were working there were artists themselves or re-sellers that somehow ended up there for one motif or another. In many cases, they were artists that no one ever gave them a chance, idiots that could not recognize talent even if smacked with it, or ones that did in fact find some good species and decide to put themselves in the market, less full of pompous conosseures.

He had found himself a few times stopping by, admiring a few of the paintings in some of the small stands, many of them watched by some elderly people that arrowed their eyes once he approached them. Unlike the other vendors, they weren't that used to seeing a giant robot roaming around.

"Find anything of your liking?"

You approached him, watching the same portrait of some geometric forms made with different colors on a black-pitch canvas.

"...I guess..."

"We can ask the price if you want!"

"You couldn't accept it anyway..."

"It can be a future present; who knows!"

He looked at you again, feeling that strange grasp on his spark like the previous day. He tried again to draw you away from him, and you were still there. He cleared his throat, like if there was anything to clear, keep on watching the paintings...even if now it was more like a distraction from his thoughts than something else.

No one was ever able to get him, only his brother. Sideswipe, his Spark Brother, the One with whom he shared not only a life but his Spark itself, was the only mech that he genuinely appreciated. He knew how to get him; he knew that he could speak to him; if no one could, he was the only one.

And then you came in the picture. Sideswipe was good with you, but he was good with everyone. To let him get along with you was natural, and, since his nature, Sideswipe was the main reason why at the beginning you were able to have some time with Sunstreaker, despite his unsoffarable nature.

But then you started to be nice to him, even on your own. You weren't like his brother; you were...softer, brighter.

You were the second person in the universe that didn't turn away even after he treated you poorly.

"You've been awfully quiet," you spoke, checking a small canvas with a few flowers in it. "Something in your mind?"

You were in his mind.

"...nothing serious..."

"...You sure?" You raised your eyebrow, noticing that he had been checking the same paintings for minutes now.

"...well-"

"Y/N! Come here quick!!!"

Bluestreak called back to you, pointing something in the next stand. You suddenly left the canvas, running towards your friends.

Sunstreaker felt...irritated. 

Bluestreak could have every day with them...

Right?

///

You checked the clock again, then started to look around. How hard is it to lose two big chucky robots around?! Well, easily you guessed, since both of them were gone almost an hour ago, but it seemed a little urgent. You didn't actually catch what was happening at the moment; what you knew was that, at some point, you noticed Sunstreaker getting closer to Bluestreak, told him something, and then they both started to walk away. You noticed Bluestreaker making a few gestures to you, like telling you that he was coming back, but that was all.

Now you were there, waiting, hoping that they didn't dump you there.

You started to consider taking the bus to get back home when you noticed certain yellow cars coming closer. Despite noticing that one of the two was back, it seemed strange nonetheless since Blue was the one missing now.

"Hey, it's all okay? You disappeared all of a sudden!"

"Yeah," he said, in a strangely calm and relaxed tone. "There was an issue at the base; they needed him like...pronto."

"Oh gosh! I shouldn't have asked him to accompany if he was that busy today."

"No, no, it was a sudden thing; he said he's sorry that he had to leave like this."

Well, it seemed legit—even if it was quite odd from Blue to just leave you there without a proper farewell to the next days. And, with all the respect of the bot, it was strange that Sunstreaker didn't get the chance to run away from you both, even if it meant more work for him... But, besides the oddity, there was literally no explanation for why Sun should have lied to you. For what purpose then?

You learned that Sun was someone quite difficult to read, even for you, but if he decided to stay, then why question him? 

"Allright, shall we go?"

"Uh?" You looked at him a little buzzed, while he was already pointing to some more stands, specifically one that sold some statues.

"You wanted to see this market; if I leave you alone, I won't hear the end from Bluestreak."

That was...surprising. He, the One that had never accepted one of your invitations, never had hanged around with you or the other, and never partecipated in any of the earthly activities together, had just agreed to stay longer there.

"You know that you don't have tò, right?"

"Yes, you're right."

And with that, he kept on going, while you started to follow him.

///

It was...a nice day! It surprised you..and himself. 

You had a few minutes of embarrassing silence, awkward moments of not taking jokes, and some more miscommunication, but something came out of it.

He finally started to get out of his shell, making some jokes that were both yours, and you learned some more things about him—as him of you.

He seemed more relaxed than ever, satisfied for something even—maybe for the objects that he was able to get that day—that were quite a few, where he even had found the money you'll never know.

You never noticed, maybe because he had done it on such rare occasions, but his laugh was completely opposite from the one that Sideswipe tended to do. While Sideswipe laughed like a thunder, it was strong, warm, and contagious in some sense. Sunstreaker laugh instead was like made of crystals, soft as a whisper and low as a baritone. Sometimes it was hard to perceive it, but it became clear when you managed to notice the small grin on his face when he had just stopped laughing or thinking about something hilarious.

"You need to tell me how you convinced them to take everything at my place!" You exclaimed, sitting while he was riding you back home, some small smooth jazz on his radio.

"I'm persuasive; what can I say?"

You hummed a little, still checking the list that showed how much you, especially him, had bought, while you held your smaller purses in your backpack.

"You know," you broke the silence. "I was that sure that, after Blue had to leave, you would have left me there on my own... I'm happy that you didn't!"

"Oh?" He had an interest in his voice, like waiting for a result. "Why is that?"

"Because you opened up a little with me! I love it—this day, I mean, a lot! We should do it again!"

"Well... technically Ratchet told you to help me to bond... so I guess it's not such a bad idea..I have a few places that I would love to visit."

You accepted the offer right away; almost all of them were art-related, but they seemed reachable even for you. He had explained that, since you really had some sort of kick for art, to help you grow your expertise. It seemed like a genuine motive, so in the end accepting was an immediate reaction.

He dropped you home, not after having a long talk for a few minutes near the sidewalk, just chatting about what you needed to do in the next few days, your future visits, some programs made with other bots, and some usual stuff.

He left only after you had entered your house, showing a gentle side that it was quite unexpected by him.

During the ride back at the base, SunStreaker wasn't nervous about what was going to happen; he was just bothered because the worst-case scenario was a long talk with Prime about his behavior...And maybe a silent treatment from Bluestreak that sounded far too good for his own likely. No, the worst thing in his head wasn't some kind of punishment; it was that the first voice he had heard after turning on his radio was the snickering voice of his twin.

"How did your date go, Sunny?"

"No comments...and it wasn't a date!"

"Ah! And why did you make up an emergency call for Blue then?!"

"He bothered me."

"Ummm, my guesses are that you wanted to stay alone with a certain human, imma, right?"

The long silence, followed by a burst of laughter, was an enough answer.

@prowler-prowlz