#TF x reader

[swiftyangx12]

🟦🤍A Misunderstanding🩵🟥

[Pairing]: TFA Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!Autobot![Reader]

[Synopsis]: [D/N] can’t catch a break from being misidentified for a Decepticon. At least they have someone who understands their struggles as a commander.

[Inspiration]: A request I sent out some time ago and @signedaiko wrote the HCs out. (HCs with the Special Ops![S/O])

[D/N] = Designation (Meaning your name)

[Gender Neutral Reader]

[(A/N)]: Based on Aiko’s HCs, I’m only writing Optimus in this fic because I’m kind of biased. Also, I need to practice writing characters from the TF franchise and TFA O.P. seems like he’s an easy start. Anyways, I hope you enjoy the story.

[WARNING]: Possible misuse of Cybertronian Vocabulary and Terminology (I’m still new to the fandom)

[Back when [D/N] was first promoted to their position as Commander of the Information Operations, they were issued to get a paint job with much darker colors since most missions require stealth. The team [D/N] leads and work with are good bots, but the only trouble the whole unit faces sometimes are the misunderstandings from a first glance.]

Random Cybertronian: EHH! DECEPTICON!!!

[D/N]: No, no, no! I’m not a Dece-!

Random Cybertronian: *Whacks them with an alloy pole*

[D/N]: OW!

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[It didn’t help when they visit Earth to see their Conjunx Endura. People, especially Detroit citizens, also mistook them for one.]

Random citizen: Call the Autobots! Decepticon on sight!

[D/N]: Wait a klik! I’m not with the bad guys.

[After clearing up the commotion]

Random citizen: I’m so sorry! I thought you were one of those Decepticons.

[D/N]: It’s alright. At least you have good optics if spotting one, but please be sure if you see their Insignia next time.

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[It also didn’t help that even the Decepticons on Earth were bewildered to discover that [D/N] is an Autobot.]

Starscream: When did one of our Decepticons switch sides?!

[D/N]: *Enraged* 💢 I AM NOT A DECEPTICON IN THE FIRST PLACE, YOU FRAGGING IDIOTS!!!

The Decepticons: Uh oh.

[D/N]: *Unsheathes their razor neon blades and sprints towards the enemies* AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

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[Yeah, from that last battle, [D/N] was on rage mode where they kicked the Decepticons’ afts to the extremes. On their own. Probably put them out of commission for a while. They definitely need private time with their Sparkmate.]

[The Plant: The Autobots’ Secret Base]

[D/N]: Oppy, sweetspark~ *Back-hugs Optimus* My wonderful and lovely conjunx~

Optimus Prime: *Holds their bitarlueus’ carefully and looks back* What is it, [D/N]? You usually call me those names if something is bothering you.

[D/N]: There is. When I retire from the position as commander of my unit, I’m getting a new paint job.

Optimus Prime: Oh, that doesn’t sound bad. Why the sudden thought?

[D/N]: *Vents out from their intake (Sighs)* Almost every bot and person I encounter, they mistake me for a Decepticon. It’s what I get for earning a job where my team and I are required to wear coatings for stealth operations. The tones are too close to the actual faction’s.

Optimus Prime: Well, you also act scary when on duty.

[D/N]: *Pouts* That doesn’t help either.

Optimus Prime: *Chuckles a little* Don’t worry, [D/N]. We know you’re good and just doing your job as a commander. You proved to be a great bot every cycle.

[D/N]: Yeah…But I still remember when Sari and Bee freaked out after seeing me.

Optimus Prime: They didn’t know you’re on our side at that time. Now, they love you for being your true self.

[D/N]: Yeah…Y’know, when I do retire, you wanna help choose which color scheme suits me?

Optimus Prime: Only if you’re comfortable with the choices.

[D/N]: *Smiles at him* You’re so thoughtful, Oppy. I love you.

Optimus Prime: Love you too, [D/N].

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[A Few Deca-Cycles Later]

[At Night]

[S/N] = Sparkling’s Name

[S/N]: *Runs up to Optimus on their little pedes* Sire! Sire! Was this Carrier? *Holds up a data-pad with an old image of [D/N] back when they were a commander*

Optimus Prime: “Oh scrap.” Where did you find this? You know your carrier isn’t comfortable talking about their old job yet.

[D/N]: Don’t worry, Oppy. I let them see the ‘pad.

Optimus Prime: [D/N]. I didn’t expect you to tell so soon.

[D/N]: *Shrugs* [S/N] would learn sooner than later. They didn’t believe the image was me and needed your confirmation.

Optimus Prime: Well… *Picks up [S/N] and adjusts his hold* To tell you the truth, that is your carrier.

[S/N]: Really?! They look too scary to be my creator.

[D/N]: *Made an expression on their faceplate that screams, “Even my kid thinks I looked scary.”* (￣^￣)

Optimus Prime: That’s because back then, Carrier needed to look the part as a leader for their special unit. They have to wear darker coats of paint as their uniform.

[S/N]: Why? No bright colors allowed?

[D/N]: No bright colors, because I had missions where you need to be sneaky. Hiding in the dark and go for the surprise attack! *Starts tickling their Sparkling*

[S/N]: *Laughs from the “attack”* S-Stop! Stop! Can’t vent!

[D/N]: *Stops tickling* Alright, alright. Now, you better get ready for stasis mode since the next cycle is a big one.

[S/N]: *Gasps* I get to visit uncle Bee and uncle Bulk!

[D/N]: That’s right. *Picks them up from Optimus and settles them down* Wash up and maybe we’ll read you a story before berth.

[S/N]: *Nods and hurries off to freshen up*

Optimus Prime: *Hugs [D/N] from behind* You know, I fear next time you need to be called in to resume your duties.

[D/N]: *Leaning in the hug* Don’t worry, Oppy. I’m sure my successor is doing fine as commander and I only come in as a consultant for my former team.

Optimus Prime: If you say so. Then more time between us and see how it plays out.

[D/N]: After reading a story to [S/N], then maybe we’ll see what happens next.

Optimus Prime: *Vents out* Love you, [D/N].

[D/N]: Love you too, Oppy.

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[(A/N)]: Please be sure to visit @signedaiko’s blog and check out their work. Their writing is really entertaining and fun to read.

[teojira]

Since Optimus is basically the dad of his group, what if he had a human s/o who's a mom-friend?

[Optimus' s/o who's a mom-friend] [Optimus/Gn!reader headcanons]

Summary: Your mom tendencies come out in full force when you're with at the base with all the other bots, Optimus finds it endearing, the others do too, but not as much. (Transformers prime universe!)

Word count: 350+ words

Warnings: None that I can think of!

A/N: Optimus my beloved,,, as a mom friend , I approve of this message. I hope this is good!

Optimus eats it up, he throughly enjoys having you as his partner already, it's an added bonus to him that you care for everyone just as much as he does.

It ever so slightly takes the sole responsibility he feels off of his shoulders, when you're there to yell at the kids to stop being stupid and putting themselves in danger, telling Smokescreen to not do dangerous stunts with the kids in the car, telling Wheeljack and Bulkhead that no, they can't give Miko two katanas, what the f-

He loves it about you, and he wouldn't change it for the world. You support him too, taking care of him mentally when it all gets too much, resting against his neck cables and just offering your presence, talking mindlessly about human things he doesn't particularly understand but soaks it in like you're spilling deep secrets. You being in his life makes his days better, and he knows the others agree, even if they think you're a little overbearing.

He doesn't step in though, content to let you handle things.

It works out, you're more forceful where he is not, more tempered, more fiery, you can get through the thich skulls on this team that he cannot.

"Optimus, tell them to ease off." Arcee mumbles, watching you lay into Ratchet, the old autobot staring blankly down at you.

He respects you as your own person and as Optimus' partner, he truly does, but he has shit to do and you're nagging him like he's a child and it's getting old.  Optimus hears your voice keep shouting at the bot, a smirk on his lips when he sees you gesture wildly to the rooms on base, no doubt saying the medic needs to rest.

Ratchet visibly flounders and tries to argue with you, but there is no end is sight. Everyone knows it's no use to try and fight you, they still try, my god do they try, but at the end of the day, you're right.

"No, it'll be good for him." Optimus hums, eyes filled with amusement as Ratchet finally slams down his tools unto his work bench, walking away with a huff to his berth.

"Old friend, sleep well."

"Oh frag off, you two are unbearable."

[starliights-shining]

tf one sentinel prime… idek what to ask for specifically 😥 him being jealous maybe??

Hiiiii GOOD DAY!!! I do hope this is what you were and are looking for. It took me like a whole day to figure out how to start this but I GOT IT.

Pairing: TF1!Sentinel Prime x FEM!Reader

Warnings: Fingering, jealousy, jealous Sentinel and uhhh Sentinel prime is a warning of itself.

Your stabilizing servos carried you swiftly through the hall of the Iacons medical center. You were looking for those two Mining bots who were in the Iacon 5000. You just wanted to get to them before you dearly beloved Sentinel Prime does. At least to congratulate them before him and give them the praise from those who claim a Prime as their conjux. Your optics looking room to room looking. People stopped to speak to you but you just smiled and continued to tell them you’d “catch up with them in a little.” Which was a complete lie, You just wanted to meet those mining bots. Your optics finally landed on them. Sitting there bantering between each other as you opened the door. They stopped, optics locking onto you. 

“Hi.” 

You shyly waved. Your servo reached out to them attempting to shake it. 

“I know I’m not Sentinel, but I just wanted to say what you two did is super impressive. I liked it.” 

They both stood up out of their shock smiling and each shaking your servo. They both smiled at you. Orion Pax sighs in relief when he realizes you are not going to scold him and D-16 for their actions. 

“Had me a little worried, Mrs. (Y/N). I thought you were sent down here in place of Sentinel Prime. We were hoping the punishments wouldn't be as harsh,” 

You watched as a servo came up to reach for his helm and his optics looked away awkwardly. Then D-16 stepped in to speak. His first words being an apology, and babbling about how it was all Orion's idea. You clasped your servos together in front of you and listened to him. Orion Pax occasionally chiming in to say something which would lead to more banter. You laughed, their dynamic was fresh and freeing. It reminded you of your first few decades with Sentinel and how you two would do stupid things and be scolded by higher ups to stop. 

They both continued their banter, not stopping until the door behind you opened and in stepped Arachnid her optics looking at all three of you before speaking. 

“It’s clear, especially since (Y/N) is here.” 

And around the corner came Sentinel Prime. His optics land on you first and then the miner bots. 

“I appreciate you finding them dear.” 

A servo was placed on your pelvis as he leaned in to kiss the side of your helm. HIs attention quickly turned to them, taking over the conversation and praise. You stood quietly behind the Prime. Listening as he spoke and said a bunch of nothing to them. They had taken a pause Prime thinking about what to say next before you butted in. 

“I must go, but you two Miner bots were very impressive out there. I hope to see more from you two.” 

Your voice was soft, Sentinel took note of that, You don't speak to him with that soft of a voice anymore. He felt a burning jealousy in his spark as he put on a fake smile as you retreated elsewhere. Your processor forced on what you were going to do when you left the medical center, You might as well make your way to the data pad archive. 

Your servos grabbing at the first data pad that caught your attention. Digits thumbing and optics scanning through the words. Old writing with new writing explaining things and making comments on them. You took processor notes, pointing out things that made sense and things that didn't. That was until the loud noise of the door opening caught your attention. It sounded like someone was slamming it shut. Your helm swiveled around to find the culprit and they were making their way to you quickly. He was walking with a purpose. His optics looking darker than normal HIs servos grabbed at you pushing you into the shelving behind you. His lips locking onto yours and kissing you with a passion. Your lips kissing back but not able to keep up. The data pad had fallen from your servos, making a clattering noise echo in the room. His servo moved to grip your lower jaw as he pulled back. Your own servos grabbing at his arm, He smirked at you. HIs digits turned your helm different ways as examined you. 

“You think they enjoyed hearing such praises from you, The gorgeous Conjux of the last Prime?”

His question was soft, but the tone of his words were harsh and almost insulted. How dare you give other bots the praise that belongs to him, the last prime of Cybertron. His tumb ran over your bottom lip stopping you from speaking. His optics looked down at you, removing his digit to let you speak. 

“You gave them the same praise, Sentinel. It is no different if another prime gave them the same praise.” 

He thinks for a moment you were right, but that jealousy still burns within his spark, but it's a different jealousy not the same he felt those years back over the Matrix of leadership. No, this was completely different, you were his. His conjux! You should only ever praise him, the spark or your life. His servo on your hips tightened, Lifting you up with ease. Your stabilizing servos wrapped around his waist arms looping around his upper chest plating. He moved you, turning around and placing you on the table surface. The cold surface makes you shiver almost as you think about the next actions and how they’ll go down. 

“I don't think you’re getting it, Sweetspark. You’re supposed to only praise me, Your Prime.” 

Now you understand what is going on, he's jealous, upset that two lowly miner bots got more acknowledgement than he's gotten in the megacycle. He’s not mad or angry, just jealous, he wants you to realize this one thing. You are his. His one and only. He lets go of your waist. A servos resting on your thigh guard causing your stabilizers to relax. Loosen around him, while his other servo pushed your chassis backwards. 

“Let me remind you, who your praise should always be going to.”

One of his servos makes its way between your stabilizers, two digits looking for that sweet spot before finally gaining access to your valve. He could feel the arousal leaking from you, collecting on his digits as he made small motions. His optics watching your face plating intently waiting for the exact moment you start to fall under the spell of his servos. Your lean back propping yourself up right just to be able to lean your helm on his shoulder plating, and if you look down enough you can see his digits making a mess of your valve. Your hips moving back and forth to meet him at least half and get more friction. He can tell that's what you're doing. 

Your helms back a bit and your mouth is left open as you let every single lewd noise out. No need to hold back when your Prime is the only person who can and will ever hear you. You move a bit down, your optics opening and locking with his.

“Frag,” 

It's barely heard under your moans and groans. He can see you getting close. An evil thought crossed his processor. His digits come to a slowing pace. Watching as you gasp and wiggle your hips to get friction back. Your optics open quickly and give him a sharp evil look. He shakes his head. 

“Come on, you know what you have to do to get more.” 

You couldn't believe it, he wants you to praise him so you can come on his servo. You don't even give it a second thought. Your mouth is fixing to say something but no words come out and all you can do is gasp and stare at the prime in front of you. 

“Imma need you to say something soon, Darling, or im stopping.” 

He knew what he was doing. Digits picking up in pace and slowing down just enough to keep you right there but not fully bring you over. He was cruel, cruel when he wanted something specific. Your processor can’t even think of anything to say to him. Not even a thank you seems good enough for him. Your mouth forms to say things but your processor can't force anything out, it seems to be out of words at this moment. He’s able to tell, optics watching as your life sits in his hands. He knows you have acknowledged your mistakes, but something in him just isn’t satisfied. He smiles down at you. 

“Spit it out, I know you can.” 

You close your optics, shaking your helm as your waist continues its motion. A servo is placed on your waist, pushing down to stop you from moving. That seemed to be all it took. A loud gasp leaving your mouth as you spoke shakily. 

“I’m sorry Prime, You're the only bot on whos able,” 

You paused, hips jerking up and a moan leaving you. 

“Only bot who impressed me. I'm so grateful, So grateful for your work to find the lead, leadership. Please.”

He can see the liquid pooling around your optics, that desperate sound in your vocalizer that hit his spike just the right way. It lights something within him, A primal urge to just let you have all of him. He lets out a small chuckle, his servo on your hips releasing you as his digits pick up speed.

“Good Girl, Good job.” 

His voice pushes you over in just the right way that sends jolts down your frame. Your frame shakes as your stabilizers lock around him. Your noises carrying around the room and hallways around. Your orgasm sends you shaking to prime, babbling incoherent praises in order to keep him going. You settle down a bit, taking deep breaths in as you lay all the back on the table. He pulls his digits from you, a shiver running over you after. Your optics looking down at him. You move your stabilizers, pulling them up on the table in a motion to almost getting up. His servos grab at your knee joints, stopping you. That same look in his eyes from before, as he whispers to you.

“I'm not done with you yet.” 

[ollimus-prime]

HAIIII OLLIE !!!!1!1!!!!!!1!!!!!◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ ◝(ᵔᗜᵔ)◜ IM LOWKEY SOOOOOO EXCITED THAT YOURE WRITING FOR TRANSFORMERS ON A COMPLETELY DIFFERENT BLOG ENTIRELY MADE FOR IT!!!!1! + you already KNOW who it is — ITS YOUR BOY 😼😼 /ref

i’ve been tweaking so hard over tfone b-127 bumblebae boy bc he’s so auuuhhh — 😭😭 got me on my knees bc my type in men is so golden retriever boyfriends, BUT SPEAKING OF GOLDEN RETRIEVER BOYFRIENDS!!

i hope you don’t mind me requesting b-127 with a fem cybertronian reader who’s just his female counterpart drabble or hcs? like it’s giving yapper x yapper and golden retriever x golden retriever, no freaking doubt both fell for eachother the moment they introduced themselves and started to yap together. OK I TALK TOO MUCH, PLS TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF OLLIE!!! DRINK UP, EAT UP, SLEEP WELL AND TAKE BREAKSSSS!! Loves ya much :)

Yapper Adoration

A/N, not important: Hope you like it, Frankie. I tried my best. Also, it's Gender Neutral, not fem. Sorry! Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

CW: N/A(unless y'all see smth I need to add)

Words: 554

Summary: B-127 finally has someone to talk to

B-127 was first introduced to you via Elita-1. She had met you during her time in waste management, your bubbly and eager-to-please personality strikingly similar to B’s own. Elita-1, knowing she had two loud and boisterous bots that needed constant attention, stuck you together in hopes that you would both get along and stop bothering everyone else. To Elita-1’s delight and slight horror, the two of you stuck together like magnets.

B-127 finally had someone who not only was willing to listen to him, but someone who actively engaged in what he said. Not to mention you had worked similar jobs, causing a bond to form from the toil of sorting garbage and the dream of doing more. You were just as positive and rambunctious as him, causing B-127 to immediately latch onto you as his new best friend.

Not that you minded, of course. You had your fair share of bots who’ve been annoyed by your endless chatter, and finding someone who was similar to you in personality and mannerism was just as freeing to you as it was to B. Neither of you were much willing to separate after your first meeting. Despite Elita’s chiding of you both moving too fast, you had started dating the kind and energetic bot.

You’re also one of the only bots B-127’s met that didn’t immediately think he was insane. Sure, you’ve joked about his ‘friends’ that he made down in sub level 50 before, but he didn’t sense a hostility in your tone like most others seem to have. You encouraged his interests and helped him find new friends, showing support he’s never truly received before.

There’s never silence when either of you are around, both of you capable of listening to the other’s prattling just as much as you converse back and forth. Having someone willing to listen to your interests and engage with them is something neither of you really realized you needed. While you were definitely more socially aware than B was, you weren’t much better at keeping friends around.

You comfort him a lot after D-16’s departure, allowing him to express his feelings in a healthy way while dealing with his quick gain and loss of friends. He leans on your positive attitude to keep his intact as well, and he’s incredibly grateful to have you. He wants to have all of his friends back, but having you to lean on after losing one so quickly makes it easier to manage.

Neither of you ever stop bragging about landing each other, the both of you getting into basic lovers quarrels over who loves the other more. Whenever you’re seen together, you’re almost always touching in some way. Whether it’s holding hands, hugging, or leaning against each other, there’s not much that can make either of you stray far enough to not be glued to the other. It’s mostly for B’s sake, as being alone for so long really had to put a strain on his mental health. Being able to hang onto you is a good reminder you’re not only real, but that you’re not going anywhere.

He’s your best friend through and through, and feels super safe with you. He wants you to know you’re his favorite person and reminds you like, every few minutes. You’re everything he’s ever wanted.

[i-starcreamed]

MIRAGE X READER

hii rotb has made me fall in love with...a lot more transformers now. This is just a silly idea I had, kinda lame but idc. Being cringe and free now. Anyways, planning to make this a small series maybe? Mirage lovers where are you?? Could eventually make this a mirage x reader x Noah, love them both, really. Or you know, Noah could be a third wheel, you guys decide that

[ human!gn reader summary: You have no idea how you got into this situation. First, you were trying to steal a true beauty of a car with your friend Noah to get some extra cash with Reek working behind the scenes (apparently) And now, you were in the Porche you guys were planning to steal. Mind you, it's currently driving itself.

"Holy shit!" You yelled in terror as the car careened wildly around the curve, sending both you and Noah lurching to the left side of the vehicle. You clung onto the door handle for dear life, your heart pounding in your chest as a combination of fear and adrenaline caused you to burst out into wild laughter. Noah, on the other hand, let out an ear-splitting, high-pitched scream as he death-gripped onto the steering wheel with both hands. "STOP STOP STOP!"

The radio kept picking up a certain frequency, it was static-y but still clear enough to understand it kept reaching out towards something or someone named Mirage.

After crashing several police cars, running red lights, and being tossed around the car, the silver and blue Porche entered a warehouse of some sort and literally tossed you out onto the cement. Noah groaned as he rolled on his side. You on the other hand, didn't manage to fall onto the ground and gripped onto the seat. You thought it was over but noo, all of a sudden the car decides to transform, its component parts moving and shifting into new positions. You stare in awe and fear as the walls around you warp and bend ever so slightly; the seat beneath you shifts away from you before slowly, almost hesitantly dropping you onto the ground. You stare up and after a couple seconds, the car transformed into a fucking robot. Towering several feet in front of you and Noah, you both stare up in fear. You're a bit amazed honestly, you're staring at a giant metal dude stretch and prance around the warehouse, ranting about being cooped up this entire time.

You and Noah shared a look.

"But that was cool, you guys are cool. A bit loud, ehh, but cool." The robot stood in front of you now, his gaze focused on the both of you. You froze, Noah scrambled around to pick up a metal pipe. "Woah woah woah!" The robot held his hands up. You cursed under your breath and scrambled to get behind Noah, trying to look for anything you can use as a weapon as the robot focused on Noah. You found a couple loose bolts and nuts on the ground and scooped them up in your palm.

You approached Noah's side, menacingly brandishing the tiny screws in your hand. The robot quickly put his hands in the air. "What are you gonna do, you gonna hit me?"

You both looked at eachother. Noah shifted, adjusting his stance while still holding up the pipe. "Maybe?" The robot made a noise akin to a scoff and his left arm started transforming into something else, oh god oh fuck. Before you even had time to register it, you threw a bolt at him. It hit his arm and he froze. "Hey- what?"

You were launching bolts at him, your shots greeted with a "hey, hey, hey!" each time they clanked against his frame. You kept getting closer, pushing him back further and further, surprising yourself with your own nerve. That confidence instantly disappeared when he whipped out his arm-gun, the blue light from the barrel seemed to lock onto you and Noah, like two deer in headlights. "Can you- stop throwing those things at me?!"

"woah, woah, woah-" Noah quickly put his hands up and walked up to you, standing in front of you. "Let's all calm down, alright? Alright? We good?" "Noah, what the hell is this about?" You whisper yelled.

"I dont know! Just dont get us killed" he whisper yelled back.

You huffed defiantly, you quickly took the bat from Noah's hands and tightly gripped it. You adopted a battle-ready stance, staring down the giant robot - thing? - truly unyielding. Neither of you backed down until he put the gun down, straightening up. "Okay okay, you're brave. I like that."

Your face dropped, dumbfounded. Noah reached out and firmly snatched the bat from you, his face a mask of barely-contained irritation. "what did I fucking tell you about not trying to get us killed, dude?" He hissed.

What the hell was going on.

[korpuskat]

Multitasking

[Ao3 Mirror] Pairing: Megatron/Reader/Soundwave Rating: E WC: 600 Contents: Gender/Sex neutral Reader. kinda dubcon voyeurism, but it's Soundwave so like, what do you expect? === Written for Day 1 of @tf-kinktober2024 but I'm bad at posting things on time lol ===

There were few luxuries Soundwave afforded himself, few that would interfere with his near single minded focus. It was fortuitous, then, that his aptitude for surveillance dovetailed so neatly with his desire for you.

The other members of High Command were perfectly pleased to turn their attention away from their actual duties and to instead busy themselves with their little organic distraction. Not that this was your fault, you are simply so small and delicate and soft in their collective servos. For the record, Soundwave did enjoy when his workload lightened enough for him to be able to be the one cradling you in his spindly digits, even if it was not fundamental to his own satisfaction. Still, Soundwave does resent his fellow officers' inefficiencies, because unlike them, Soundwave can multitask.

With just over half his processor focused on the sifting of actual surveillance data from his Earth-based network, the other almost-half sorts through cameras aboard the Nemesis itself. He calculates the likelihoods on where he'll find you- his schedule dictates you should be awake with your diurnal sleep cycle and when he cross references that with which officers are off duty... It doesn’t take him long. Well below his estimated time in fact to find what he’s looking for. The habsuite is familiar- even from the elevated, unnatural angle of the camera’s lens- and it is occupied.

Soundwave is almost surprised; Megatron is well known among the crew to have no compunction on enjoying his pets anywhere he likes. In his own berth is practically mundane in comparison. But there he is, lounged back against one wall, half-turned with his legs spread. One servo lazily strokes his own spike, his warframe claws drawing thin lines up and down the underside, while his other holds... you.

Soundwave’s fans click on.

So tiny in his liege's palm, Soundwave has to zoom in on the feed, enlarging the image until it’s nearly entirely Megatron’s unpainted plating and the shining sweat on your skin. Soundwave watches you, focuses on how your limbs twitch and twist as Megatron’s glossa glides against your body. You're close, Soundwave can tell from the tremors in your legs, the rise and fall of your torso, how your mouth opens in silent cries. Megatron slows, changes his angle before you can overload. And in the tight frame of the camera, the corner of Megatron’s intake quirks upwards, revealing a few more of his sharpened dentae.

Was he so pleased with your vocalizations, with having denied you? Soundwave zooms out a touch, to capture all of his lord’s faceplate and-

Red optics meet his through the screen, white arpetures burning directly into the camera. His dermals still curled into as much of a smug grin as they can while also licking incessantly between your legs. If you even notice his distraction, you don’t seem to show it, tiny servos clutching at Megatron’s plates in fervid desperation.

::How is the angle, Soundwave?:: To the untrained optic, Soundwave knows his reaction to Megatron's com is nearly imperceptible. Still, Soundwave adjusts his posture, self-aware in the way only Megatron can make him feel.

Now, Soundwave understands that Megatron's unusual position- half turned, legs spread to frame his spike- was intentional. By way of response, Soundwave sends him the feed.

He watches as steam rises from Megatron’s vents, the servo on his spike squeezing at the base, his optics darkening as he watches himself. You, in his palm, have latched your tiny hands onto his digits, body rolling into each teasing lick.

::Join us.:: He orders after a moment. ::And send me the full file after.::

[asherritsuko]

TFP Predaking x Predacon!Female!Reader

A/N: I will eventually write a full scenario for this, but I thought I'd post it for now. If I got Predaking wrong a bit, you can let me know in the comments. It's short, yes, but this is just my idea for a bigger writing piece.

(Y/N) being a smaller predacon allows her to squeeze into small places and better flexibility. She is half the size of Predaking.

In beast form:

But she uses her small size to squeeze herself between Predaking's paws when he is lying down(sort of like a cat when they loaf).

Her small form allowing her to snuggly cuddle next to him, almost not being seen.

Oftentimes, he will wake up to her smaller form draped over his back.

Oftentimes, he has to watch where he sits because he has accidentally in the past sat on her because he hadn't seen her, hearing her squeal which made him quickly move.

However, it works in advantage to him when he's had a bad day, all tired and irritated, and he comes back to his space within the Nemesis where he sees her, his frame draping over hers in a cuddle position, one where he can maneuver her into his paws and close to his chassis while resting his helm near her, acting as a sort of pillow for her.

It also gives him the upper servo when he gets to carry her around by the back of her neck, sort of like how a mother cat carries around her kitten, and he will do this throughout the Nemesis. Whether he's looking for a quiet place or just because he likes how it makes him feel like a provider.

During times when they have to look for relics, he has to keep at least one of his optics on her because he has lost her once or twice while looking for the relic. Half to death scaring himself meanwhile, her smaller form doesn't take as long strides as him. It's worse in terrains where the foliage is dense and multiplied, then he really has to stretch his neck in order to keep track of her.

Nuzzles, and lots of them, with how her small form fits almost perfectly against his, doesn't matter whether he is standing, sitting, or just lying down.

He isn't intimated by her growls or snarls. Her smaller size doesn't leave her room to be so to him. But let any of the other deceptions disrespect her in any way. He is there, basic guard dog privileges, roaring away.

In bot/bipedal form:

Not any different from his beast mode. The only difference is that he doesn't carry her around in this form.

She will still follow him around like a lost lamb, although her height in this form is close to the other bots like Starscream and Knockout.

Doesn't mean she doesn't try to still stay in close contact with him, sticks to him like a tick, and he doesn't have the spark to tear her off of him.

[showstopper35]

Young And Beautiful (arranged marriage with Megatron, part three)

Part Two & Part One

a/n: i'm glad you guys like the story! happy start of kinktober! i did something a little different this time.

tags: @sleepisapriviligethatidonthave @yrsfch @systemofcircuitry @littlecrowtime @lordstarscreamluvsspikes

cw: rodimus slander, gagging, saliva?? bro idek just suggetive stuff

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"So....how old is she?" Rodimus says, during a dull moment on the bridge.

I snap my attention away from the datapad I was reading. "Excuse me?"

"Your conjunx. Wife. Whatever. How old is she?" Rodimus prods, ignoring the uncomfortable look on my face.

"She is...young." I leave it at that, doing my best to dismiss him. I'm glad she is not, for once, hanging around the bridge in her soft and silent way. Rodimus laughs at me, but he thankfully drops it.

What does he care, anyway? He couldn't even keep up his friends-with-benefits thing with Drift, at least according to Ravage's gossip. Just because my wife was suddenly living with me didn't mean I had to talk about her. Or even think about her. Neither of us wanted this marriage, and she was better off entertaining herself.

After Magnus dismissed the command from the brig, I stopped by my room to plug in my datapad. There she was, of course, because it appeared to me that she hardly ever left our room. She hardly looked any different from our wedding day, sitting criss-crossed on the bed with her own datapad in her lap. Her optics, her damn wide, beautiful optics met mine, following my frame across the room as I plugged in my datapad.

"Do you need something?" I ask gruffly, immediately regretting it. Why the frag would I be talking to her?

"N-no." she all but whispers. "You just look...well, stormier than usual." she says softly.

I grunt in response, dismissing her. She was right, of course, but it was only because Rodimus had brought up the age gap between us. "Why do you care?" I growl.

"Because you're my husband, and I like to be out of the way when you're in a bad mood." she states simply.

"What? Why?" My confusion outweighs my discomfort in talking to her.

"I don't know if you've noticed, but you're scary when you're mad. There's sort of a four-billion-year war because you got upset."

"That is--that is not-" I sigh, pinching the bridge of my olfactory sensor. "That is not why I did...all of that. But also, I would never hurt you."

She gives me a small yet disbelieving glance before looking away. I huff, and sink to my knees in front of her.

"Look at me." I order. She gently tilts her helm back to meet my eyes. I can see that she's trembling.

"I swore a promise when we were wed to protect you. That includes protection from myself." I say, less gruff, and almost softer. "I would never lay a hand against you, I swear."

Gently, she cups my cheek. I notice she's stopped shaking. "Okay." she whispers. I nod, then flinch as she places a soft kiss to my forehead.

"Wh-why did you do that?" I sputter, pulling away.

"I hoped it would help you feel better. I'm very sorry." she says softly, and against my better judgment, my spark aches. Those fragging optics of hers....

"Dammit, don't say sorry." I growl, then regret it once I see her flinch. I carefully reach out and cup her face in my claws. My hand is so big that my digits wrap around the base of her helm. I carefully use my other hand to trail my digits across her jaw, then her lips.

"Open." I order, and her lips part obediently. "Good." I stick two of my digits in her mouth, pressing down on her glossa. She makes a soft noise, a weird feeling washing over my frame. I press my digits farther into her mouth, till she gags on them. I remove them, licking the oral lubricant off my digits as she catches her breath.

"Good little wife." The sensation of her hot, wet glossa around my digits is one I will soon not forget. "Don't apologize for meaningless things."

She nods, her face flushed nearly as much as it was during our wedding night. I kiss her forehead, and then I leave.

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is it hot in here or is that just the tall grey socialist robot

[squibsformers]

Miscommunication

Rodimus x Human Reader, Drift x Ratchet x Human Reader

Summary: After Rodimus tried looping you into something you really weren't into, you sought out your other partners to complain about his reveal of character.

Word Count: 1,128

AN: NSFW suggestive talk, no outright smut. Also hi this is my first tf writing soooo lmk what your thoughts are, i love comments. I'm already working on a reader insert series and wanted to start with a few one off bits. Enjoy! tagging valveplug just in case.

Drift looked up when you entered the medbay, his greeting dying on his glossa as his field just PINGED with the waves of displeasure coming off you.

“Jeez… what's got you all wound up, huh?” He straightened his backstuts as he stood up more from the desk he leaned over, messing with Ratchet temporarily set aside.

You hissed a rush of words under your breath as you strutted in, something that he couldn't TELL what was said but he understood it wasn't very polite. Even the older medic bot lifted his head to address you.

“I only managed to make out Rodimus in all that. What did our oh so brilliant captain do to piss you off?”

 “I thought this whole time we were leading up to something… fun. But it turns out I misread every step. He thinks he's BETTER than me.”

“He's the captain, he is better than you.”

You whipped your head around to glare at Ratchet. “Better enough that I deserve to clean the dirt off his kibble with my tongue?? Because I feel that's pretty fucking degrading.”

Both bots stilled, and the medic's “Wait, what-” was interrupted by Drift stalling briefly and talking over him. “That doesn't sound at ALL like something Roddy would say.”

“I thought so, too.” You huffed before your attitude melted into something a bit sadder. “I mean… I've been flirting with him for so long, and he's been receptive towards it. You even told me he said he likes me. So I don't know where this came from…” 

Groaning, you put your face in your hands, and idly Ratchet patted your back while working (and half listening). 

“I didn't even think that would be a thing with you guys, making someone tongue-polish your like, plating and stuff.”

“That sounds like something Megatron would have had Starscream do back in the day,” Ratchet groused, making Drift mock gagging.

“I'm going to purge my tank, don't make me think about those two like that.” A shudder wracked the ex ‘con's frame. “Eugh. No it's not really a thing with us. Is…is it a human thing?”

“Ah…” The question made you pause to think. “Not… really? I mean, kind of. It's usually an extremely exaggerated form of punishment from someone who wants to uh… show superiority while demeaning the other. Though it's shoes or boots for us, not armor spikes. The idea is to polish the dirtiest article of clothing with their tongue - or glossa - so they feel... sub-human. Though there's always exceptions, and some people are into that kinda thing as like, a kink? But it's really not…what I'm looking for.” You wince.

….Ratchet paused his comforting as he listened, before turning to look you over. “Hold on, back up. Armor spikes… kid, what did Rodimus say to you?”

Drift leaned over the autobot's shoulder, studying you closely. The samurai looked both confused…and disbelieving.

Alright, fine then.

“He said ‘Y’know… Maybe you can put that glossa of yours to use and… clean my spikes with it.’” They let out a grumble. “I didn't peg him for the degrading type…”

The two mechs went oddly quiet and still.

“Spikes… plural?” Drift pressed.

You thought back more, mulling the memory over, of the captain of the Lost Light leering down at you with that heated smirk and his thumb on your cheek…and shook your head.

“No, sorry. Just spike.”

“PFFT-”

You looked up to see Drift looking away, one of his servos clamped over his intake as he cackled. His limbs shook and he held onto Ratchet to steady himself. The medic was looking away, face buried in his hands. His shoulders shook.

He was also laughing at you.

“What. WHAT! HEY?? HELLO!!”

“Kid…Kid, Sp..spike is another term we have for plug.” Ratchet mumbled out. Still laughing. Very much laughing at you. His words caused Drift to wheeze and bend over, his vents stuttering as he cackled.

“He was asking you to interface finally and you totally missed it..!! Oh Primus help me, what did you say? What did you say, tell me. Please, it has to be good.”

Your face got warm as you thought of the fact that you had finally gotten Rodimus interested enough he would make a bold pass. Your face was hot when you realized you had totally missed his signals. Your face was practically on fire when it clicked just how badly you fumbled the whole interaction.

“I… I said Ew, no thanks. And came here-”

“THAAAAHAHAATS THE WORST THING YOU C-COOOHOULD HAVE SAID!!! AAAHAHAGHA OH PRIMUS-”

“Frag me, kid you did not-”

There was no saving you. Both mechs were now openly laughing at your misery. Your face buried in your hands you mumbled out a weak “How was I supposed to know!” that only made Drift start losing it all over again.

After some time (Ten. Minutes.) the two much larger beings had settled, Ratchet returning to his work and chuckling on occasion while Drift…pestered you over your absolute dropping of the ball.

“I can't believe this. I'm almost scared to flirt with you now because you may not get it!”

“Driiiiift…!” You whined, the cheeky samurai squeezing your hips. “Let me go, I want to jettison myself out of the airlock.”

“Not a chance!! I mean I want to make sure if I tell you I wanna have you eat my valve from the back that you aren't going to mistake it for me, say, threatening to mug you or something.”

Your face was bright red. “Drift!!”

“Or, oh man, if I tell you I want to slot my plug between your thighs, maybe you'll think I'm wanting you to-”

“RATCHET! DRIFT IS BULLYING ME AGAIN!” Complaining loudly, you squirmed in Drift's hold while eyeing his Conjux, displeased and humiliated and hoping the medic would scold him or something.

Ratchet barely spared you a glance with his optics as he continued his inventory count. He was literally busy and not paying attention to you two.

“Between words from attractive mechs, manhandling, and something almost too big to go in, you enjoy being bullied, and all of us here are very aware of it,” drawled the grouch's response.

You stared at him, mouth dropped open in shock and WORSE embarrassment at how he called your bullshit out. All while Drift began cackling all over again.

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You stared up at the habisuite door, staring at the imposing metal barrier of captain Rodimus Prime's personal chambers. Your stomach twisted in knots nervously, your palms somewhat sweaty as you raised a fist and knocked hard, twice. Mentally, you prepared your apology as you heard shuffling and the soft clank of pedes across a metal floor.

God, you hoped the mech thought stupid was hot.

[asherxz]

Hi hope you are doing good :3

Can you do a Oneshot or Headcanon with TFP Starscream and a fem reader that is part of the Deceptions and has a crush on starscream but is not sure if to confess because she is a human ? (Feel free to delete😅)

Confessing to TFP Starscream HCS (fem human reader)

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I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG, ALL OF MY MOTIVATION JUST DISAPPEARED FOR NO REASON, BUT IM BACK!! I THINK... I'LL TRY MY BEST

btw i dont think i ended up mentioning gender in it? I just didnt know how to wrap that into this, i hope thats fine!!

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-Having a crush on Starscream while being human is... quite complicated.

-Does that make it impossible to get with him? Absolutely not.

-While Starscream may deny his affection to you, he absolutely does have a sweet spot for you.

-It all started when you first joined the Decepticons. You were simply going for a walk in a nearby forest, wanting to do nothing but relax, when you suddenly met the red and flashy Decepticon medic, Knockout.

-He was heartbroken after his conjunx endura, Breakdown, had sadly passed away. He had driven to the forest to get away from the bots on the Nemesis, just needing to cry his spark out.

-Despite your initial fear you felt when you first saw him, you still decided to approach the sad medic.

-And that's basically how it happened. He took you with him to the Nemesis, and after some convincing, you were officially a Decepticon

-One of the first bots you met was actually Starscream.

-When Starscream first met you, he was disgusted. How the frag was Knockout capable of convincing Lord Megatron to let you stay!?

-Knockout had actually convinced Megatron by explaining that he would be able to work much faster when he had a small helper to get into a bots crevices. Lucky you!

-At first, Starscream was very distant. He didn't like you, or your fleshy parts. He found it useless to have you around on the Nemesis.

-Often times, he would scoff and scowl when he caught a glimpse of you.

-The first time he genuinely had a conversation with you, he was practically forced to.

-It was after he had endured another beating from Megatron after a failed mission.

-He was filled with dents and scratches, it was incredibly he was still online.

-As he was sent to the medbay with Knockout, Starscream had been threatening the medic about his small organic companion.

-In absolutely no way did he want those organic small parts near him, much less on him.

-His protests only ended up fruitless, as he realised he was now stuck talking with the small organic, as you weren't allowed near him.

-To his surprise, you weren't that bad. Quite the opposite actually.

-It didn't take long for him to get absolutely infatuated with you.

-He hated the effects you had on him. You made his spark beat faster, and his processor run wild.

-He would still act like he despised you, but it was fairly obvious he wasn't.

-He would go to the medbay more often, usually using the excuse that old scars and such was hurting again.

-Of course, that was a lie, but he would use any excuse he could use to be somewhat close to you.

-As for you, you would probably notice his lies too.

-As you somewhat got closer to him through his visits, you would develop your own crush.

-The second Knockout even got the smallest idea that you liked Starscream, he would tease you SO MUCH.

-Of course, through his teasing, Knockout would also help you.

-Knockout could spot the crush Starscream was having on you, but he wanted you to figure this out on your own. Even if it was a pain to watch.

-Several times he would set you and Starscream up, making up an excuse as to why he had to leave you and Starscream alone in the medbay.

-You had to catch Knockout alone to explain to him that you were too anxious to confess, considering how you were... Well, human.

-Knockout really had to hold back a loud groan as you explained. He had seen Starscreams flustered faceplate when he was around you, and he knew himself that Starscream definitely liked you back.

-Instead of groaning, he just had to sigh and encourage you to at least try and confess to Starscream.

-Shortly after his encouraging words, Starscream came in.

-He had taken yet another beating from Megatron, and he was limping towards the medbay.

-When he had finally reached the entrance to the medbay, he practically colapsed onto the floor from exhaustion. He just barely held himself up, it was incredible he had enough energy to limp to the medbay.

-Knockout was quick to grab the second in command, hoisting him onto the medical slab.

-Starscream let out an exhausted sigh as he closed his optics for a few seconds, when he opened them, he looked over towards you.

-You had seen Starscream enter the medbay all broken, and it had immediatly worried you. Sure, he often came in like that after his 'meetings' with Megatron, but that only made you feel worse.

-You cautiosly walked to the edge of the table you were standing on, looking to Starscream, who was looking right back at you.

-He reached out his servo, allowing you to step onto it before moving you onto his chassis.

-This was new.

-You hadn't been this close to him before.

-Carefully, you moved closer to his helm, snuggling into it. You took a deep breath, finally confessing your feelings to him.

-It was an anxious and scared feeling you felt as you confessed, but it was now or never.

-You simply just never knew if it would be your last time seeing him. War was unpredictible, one could never know when a moment would be your last moment.

-Starscream tensed as he felt you snuggle closer and heard you confess. He stopped breathing for a moment, almost not believing what he had heard.

-Gently, he placed his servo over your frame, holding you close. With a shaking voice, he confessed back.

-He had no idea how this should work, or even if it will... but no matter what, he will stay by your side.. ♡

AAGH THIS WAS WAS FUN! LOVE ME SOME CUDDLING BOTS.

Honorable mention! @urlocalboynoah

[my-writings-and-musings]

Clawing my way out of depression with some incredibly silly Bumblebee x Reader, in which our beloved Scout is shrunk down to the size of a kitten via science magic and reader must keep him warm in their coat. Reader is gender neutral beyond having titties for Bee to huddle against. Read and join me as I defeat SAD with the power of silliness.

Shrunken Earthspark Bumblebee x GN!Reader

Rated PG for silliness, fluff and booby mention

Hunkering down at the abandoned warehouse you'd been told to wait in, you kept your eyes and ears on the horizon, hoping that the hum of familiar engines would cut through the howling wind and whirling snow before long. Though the air was frigid enough to freeze your breath, the bitter cold accounted for only a small portion of your desire to swiftly reunite with the team, as you had much bigger problems that you needed help with. Well, perhaps "bigger" wasn't the right word for it...

Standing atop the opposite end of the windowsill for his own vigil, Bumblebee looked remarkably alert and well composed for someone a fraction of their natural height. You supposed that his brush with Mandroid could have gone much worse; at least the device the scientist had escaped with had only shrunk the Scout, and done no further harm. It was a double miracle that you'd managed to find his tiny form amidst the knee deep snow of the battlefield. Rubbing your gloved hands together and trying not to stare, you told yourself that Wheeljack would be able to fix everything in no time, and that a few broken laws of physics would return your beloved bot to his usual towering height. Seeing him this tiny was just too strange, and not to mention unspeakably adorable.

A kitten-sized sneeze drew your eyes away from the snowy landscape out the window, and you looked over to find the Scout hugging himself through a dramatic shiver. "Bee? You okay?" you asked quickly, unable to help feeling far more protective than usual.

"F-f-fine!" he replied just as quickly, spinning around to face you. Digits trembling, he forced a shaky smile as he attempted to pass off crossing his arms as a casual gesture, though the tiny crystals of ice you noticed spreading across his frame gave him up just as readily. The poor mech sounded like he was seconds away from turning into a tiny Autobot popsicle as he shivered through every syllable. "Just a little... ch-chilly... B-but I'm f-fine!"

A number of realizations pinged through your mind at once; Bee must have lost a considerable amount of heat while buried in the snow, he was now far too small to regain said warmth, and he had no real idea how to stop himself from freezing now that he didn't have mass to protect himself. His pride had undoubtedly kept him from voicing the problem as it worsened, leaving you with a very tiny and very frozen Scout to thaw. "You're obviously freezing! Why didn't you tell me?"

"N-never been a p-problem before..." he replied as he gave in and started to shiver. Your heart twisted in pity, and you looked about as your brain raced to think of a solution, the lack of supplies leaving you with very few options. There was no way to build a fire, nor was there any power supply to start up the building's climate control, which was probably busted anyway. If only you had a tiny jacket to share...

"I need to get you warm; fast. Let me think... oh!"

The solution that came to you was very silly, and in a less life-threatening situation you would have thought it was quite embarrassing, but the prospect of saving your beloved Scout left no room for such doubts. Unzipping the front of your coat, you offered a hand for him to climb onto.

"Come here. You'll be plenty warm under my coat." you explained, figuring he'd fit perfectly between your shirt and the ample padding. Despite the chill, Bee managed a pink blush across his frozen cheeks, optics going wide in bashful embarrassment as he put together what you meant. It seemed that his pride hadn't shrunk with him.

"Y-you don't have-"

"Shush. At this rate, you'll freeze before our ride gets here" you insisted, voice growing a tad more urgent at his worsening freeze. Just watching his wings shake in time with his shivers made you care little for any kind of pride, including your own, and you used your concern to remain steadfast. Bringing your hand close enough for him to feel the warmth radiating from your glove made his resolve visibly waver. "So for now, my heat is your heat."

"Mmm..." he hummed in uncertainty, growing more tempted by the second. No bigger than a kitten and only slightly more intimidating, he cracked after only a few additional moments of hesitation, steadying himself against your thumb as he sat in your palm. He couldn't have weighed more than a pound, and you had to stifle a reflexive squee as he instinctively pressed himself into the warmth of your hand. A drooping of his optics made resisting that much harder. "Maybe just for a few minutes..."

"Of course." you said with a knowing smile. Gently sliding him into the opening of your coat, you just managed to avoid hissing as his frigid mesh settled against your shirt, though it was easy to ignore the discomfort when the tiny bot melted against you. With the outcrop of your breasts to support him, and the... "plush" of the area in question to keep him comfortable, Bee settled down as quickly as one would on a luxary mattress. Shivers dying down before your very eyes, the Scout rested his helm against you with the tiniest sigh. You had an undeniable urge to pet him as you whispered down into the little pocket of warmth. "There. Better?"

"Much... thank you." he murmured, looking up to meet your eyes with a smile as grateful as it was sleepy. Hoping he couldn't hear the resulting flutter of your heart, you pulled the zipper up a tad to keep the heat from escaping, grateful that your mammalian physiology could come in such handy. You'd have happily watched him rest his optics for hours, but a hum in the distance drew your gaze to the frosty window. Through the thick whirls of snow, your squinting eyes made out the faint outline of a familiar truck and aircraft, followed by a number of other vehicles you'd been hoping to see. The convoy had arrived.

"I think that's our evac, do you want-"

You went quiet at the sound of the tiniest snores you'd ever heard emanating from your coat, and as soon as your heart was done with its backflip, you found yourself wondering whether or not Bee would wish to be woken before his comrades saw him snoozing atop your breasts.

[botboots]

Saw that your requests were open so what about TFP cons with an adorkable teen human reader? A really close friend (the emotional support bundle of joy™) that is really artistic, kind, understanding and just a pure cinnamon roll, what would be the bots reaction to the lil' human? Optimus, Ratchet,Bulkhead, Arcee, BB, and if you do the kids then the kids. If not the other bots, stay safe!

im back!! so sorry for the long ass wait, had so much going on in my life recently (graduating, going back home, etc.) but hopefully i'll be back to posting somewhat regularly! tysm for the continuous support :] love seeing the notifs pop up every day this is one of the first asks in my inbox (and i completely forgot that the prompt said reader was part of the cons... whoops) and i've wanted to get it done for a while now! have so many more to get through but will get them done eventually - this isn't the best but its cute <3 and you can 100% tell who my favs are lmao warnings: none word count: 939 (GN reader)

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Optimus:

he finds your outlook on things is a nice change of pace compared to the more pessimistic views that some members of the team can have at times

values your compassion greatly, often turning to you as a confidant over the time you’ve gotten to know each other. a mission went wrong and he’s putting all the blame on himself? you’re there to reassure him in a heartbeat, reminding him that he did his best and there’s always another chance; you keep him grounded

has an innate interest in art and writing - he used to be an archivist, after all

so he enjoys watching you indulge in your hobby, your excitement about it reminds him of his younger years of being a clerk at iacon when he would become giddy over a newfound archaic text

he’s very fond of you and makes sure you know it, taking note of the small things you like and getting you whatever little gift he can manage to find - genuinely thinks you’re cute and likes seeing you happy :] 

Ratchet:

while it may have taken him a little longer than the others to warm up to you fully, he grew to start looking forward to your company (despite his his best efforts to hide it)

he appreciates your quiet company; you’re much less rambunctious than both the other humans and his own team - you complain a lot less too, probably one of his favorite qualities about you

like optimus, your bubbly attitude gives him a much needed break from the dreary duties that come with being the autobot medic

you often find yourselves working in tandem, with you sitting on the couch working on your newest project while he stands at his terminal typing away. occasionally you’ll walk over with a nervous smile, and with a roll of his optics he’ll lower a servo for you to climb into and lift you up onto the corner of the console, huffing when you chirp a thank you before the both of you quietly return to your tasks (he enjoys it, really)

while he’s not one to vent his frustrations to you, he’ll always be open to listen to you vent about yours. even if he doesn’t respond with much, he’ll offer logical solutions and observations for whatever issue you’re having

Bulkhead:

the big guy loves art, having been exposed to his fair share of it by miko, and is very encouraging when it comes to your projects

he might not get some of the nuances or meanings of the things you make, but he tries - oftentimes making you laugh a bit at the sheer amount he misses. it’s endearing though, and you appreciate the effort

too fidgety to sit and watch you do anything for too long, but he’ll offer to drive you to a vista for some inspiration while he does his usual scouting routes, miko tagging along of course. she’ll probably bring her sketchbook with her and sit next to you and draw, chattering the entire time while blasting some music from her ipod, offering you one of her earbuds

Arcee:

similar to ratchet she takes a while to get used to you, a little cold at first to your attempts at friendliness

she notices how happy you seem to make everyone else and eventually makes a legitimate pass at being friendly despite how awkward it feels

but with how eagerly you accept it she doesn’t feel as bad, sighing in relief as you immediately start filling her in on how much you’ve enjoyed your time with the autobots

she’s not much of a conversationalist (especially when it comes to humans) so your chattiness is almost a relief - not having to keep up fake interest and energy with someone puts her in a more comfortable position; especially since you’re not one to comment on it like others tend to

will sit and watch you work on whatever your newest project is, a comfortable silence shared between the two of you

rambles about random stuff from her past sometimes - you turn out to be one of the few people she trusts enough to mindlessly dump her thoughts to, both good and bad

Bumblebee:

one of the first to get to know you, overly excited about having a fresh face around

super curious when he sees you working on something, a barrage of questions translated from mechanical chirps and whirrs with the help (and annoyance) of ratchet

he’ll actually try and mimic some of your art on the walls of hidden ditches where he and rafael hang out, excitedly bringing you along to show off his latest work and buzzing happily when you praise it

will eventually, with your encouragement, try and make something original - he ends up finding it pretty soothing and an easier way to feel understood; communicating his feelings without words can be unsurprisingly helpful for someone who can’t use any of his own

you’ll spend hours hanging out and working on your stuff - he likes when you help him with his own art, adding your own brushstrokes to the concrete wall

he’ll let you sit up on his shoulder just to watch him make whatever he feels like making, or even just taking you on joyrides in the desert where he doesnt need to worry about anything going wrong

while it’s usually you, him and raf hanging out he does enjoy spending solo time with you - usually in silence or one-sided conversations, but you understand each other well enough without words

will also figure out what your favorite songs are and surprise you with them; he loves when you get all giddy about literally anything

[my-naughty-writings-and-musings]

Oh my god those Bee and Elita-1 hcs were perfection! *Kisses fingertips* may I request some saucy hcs of Earthspark Megatron? What do you think he enjoys most?

Ahhhh thank you!! I was already working on some for him, so you read my mind!! Enjoy some saucy Reader x Megatron!

(Note: I've got a headcanon bots can knock up aliens, including organics.)

1. His horniness exists on a a broad spectrum that stretches from "happy to be here" all the way to "feral rutting to save the species", and a wide array of behaviours can be enjoyed between. When more relaxed, he'll take his time to undress you, and his flirting will lean towards being almost poetic. The more desperate he is, however, the more you can expect to lose an article of clothing to his overly eager servos. Privacy matters very little once he's truly desperate, and it's also quite difficult to get all of his mass out of sight, so he's become a master of stealth. A small back hallway at GHOST is more than sufficient for him.

2. He's too ashamed to admit it to most anyone, but he has a colossal breeding kink, and the fact he can impregnate you fills him with so many conflicting feelings. There's some part of him that wants it more than anything; to spark you up, watch you swell with his sparkling, and bring new life to his incredibly endangered species. At the same time, he feels terribly guilty just for having these thoughts, and he's certain the guilt is warranted for too many reasons to count. One in particular is how selfish he feels to ask such a thing of you. Still, the desire is there, and should you discover it and convince him you want to try... Clear your schedule for the next week or so.

3. He thinks it's silly, but one of his favorite places to make love is the forest. Cybertron had some, but he was rarely able to explore them, and those on earth have given him a second chance to enjoy the tranquility. When he's (reasonably) certain the two of you are alone, he'll always be down for a quickie in the woods.

[starliights-shining]

Could you imagine, once d-16 turns into megatron and leaves iacon with the high guard, he takes his darling with him to the surface before showing all his new troups who exactly his darling belongs to 🤭

Like imagine him sitting on starscreams old throne amongst the new disepticons with his darling shyly sitting on his spike as the others watch their new leader claim his prize.

UGHHHHHHH I CAN IMAGINE!!!!! He'd have an evil a grin on his face while, carring on conversations like no ones business. Your trying your hardest to not let everyone whats going on, but you're pretty saure that you everyone can see exactly whats happening. Your aurosal running down your legs, making the surface air feel even more rigid. Your own servos grabbing ont multiple things just so you can stablize yourself, but his spike it too large for it to even work. His larger servos slightly rocking you back and forth on his spike. All while your face plating is srunching up in pleasure and embarassment. Some Cons will try their best to as megatron questions or give their next directive but its no use. Megatron is far to deep into claiming his prize to give two shits about the next mission or objective. He'll even whisper in your ear things about a con you know personally watching. Your open your optics a little to find the con optics locking as Megatron raises your hips and slams you back down on his spike.

"We're not done here, (Y/N)!"

your helm turning over your shoulder to se his bright red optics staring back at you. You have no idea what your getting yourself into.

[deezligmanuts2]

Hii can I request headcanons with MTMTE Rodimus, Drift & Ratchet with an artist human reader? Romantic btw tysmm:))

ARTIST READER HCS!!! (EYAH—)

Rodimus

●Hits you with the "Paint me like one of your French girls😏"

●If you draw him he hangs it on the wall of his office.

●+5 Rodimus stars

●Gets jealous when you draw other bots..

●"BABY I'M RIGHT HERE!! Isn't my sexy frame worthy of a portrait??" he says this with his back arched in berth.

●Won't pressure you to draw him tho (he will SOMETIMES but he doesn't mean it he swears)

●Takes little peeks into your sketchbooks without you noticing :3

●Throw away an art piece?

●"Rodimus why is my unfinished sketch glued onto the wall?"

●"It's perfect. Just like my babyy :33"

●LOVES MODELLING FOR YOU!!

●He buys you all the art supplies he can find during alien planet pitstops :3

●Unintentionally calls you a drawer

Drift

●Watches you when you work and often comments on the piece

●"You think blue would be more fitting for the background?"

●"Oh yeah!"

●When you ask to draw him he's still as a statue, mech is a rock.

●Will not move when you're drawing him, the ship could be burning for all he cares, HE IS NOT MOVIN DAWG🙏

●Swords shined and everything👌

●Will let you use his crystals as references if you're drawing a scene.

●Gets you those mini pose-able mannequins for pose references (will not hesitate to be said mannequin if necessary.)

●Lays his chin on your head if you're in his lap while drawing :)

●Keeps drawings you gave to him in a frame at his desk or on his wall <3

●Swats off anybody pressuring you to draw!!

●Will by all means necessary get you out of your art blocks.

●Also unintentionally calls you a drawer.

Ratchet

●Okay.jpeg

●Will scold you about your posture when you're drawing

●Keeps all the drawings you made him in his subspace

●NEVER IN THE MEDBAY

●Not that he's embarrassed of it but because he knows that some bots will poke at you to draw them.

●He no no like dat.

●Overall, he's pretty chill abt it.

●Lets you draw him while he works

●Has to tell off his patients when they move to pose for the drawing lmao-

●Everyone who's visited the medbay knows you.

●Some get hurt intentionally just to get a sketch of themselves

●He has now temporarily banned you from drawing in the medbay.

●Will correct anyone who calls you a drawer.

[sweetlikesummerhoney]

rather die

human optimus prime x afab reader

implied mafia! autobots. sex pollen. dubious consent. multiple orgasms. overstimulation. creampie (be safe in rl folks)

the roar of the engine rumbles beneath you as you come to a stop, a small smile gracing your face at the large building before you. finally, you were home.

after a long week of gathering data and running from decepticon agents, you could finally relax and wind down.

parking your bike close to the exterior of the building, you gently take your helmet off and begin the process of slowly peeling leather gloves off your hands.

a loud slam has you perking to attention, peaking around the corner to see optimus angrily storming to the black SUV sitting in the driveway. your eyebrows furrow as you hear a shout behind you.

"and don't come back until you've fucked an escort or two!" jazz's voice cuts through the silence as you see optimus turn around and flip him off.

you slowly walk back to the driveway, feeling confused at the way optimus was acting. you open your mouth for a moment before you see him sharply turn towards you.

his eyes are narrowed as he looks you up and down before quickly striding towards you.

"hey... whats up?" you nervously stutter, taking in his rough demeanor as he roughly grasps your arm and pulls you towards the car.

"i literally just got back where the fuck are you taking me?" you shriek, struggling helplessly as his grip tightens against your arm.

"shut up." a shiver goes up your spine at the way his voice rasps, deep and heavy against your back as he shoves you into the passenger seat and slams the door shut. something dark in his voice makes you gulp as you obediently sit.

you're left to wonder what jazz was talking about as Optimus starts the car. he sits for a moment in silence before turning towards you as you jump. his gaze sears your skin and makes you shudder at his attention.

his movements are rough as he grasps the collar of your jacket and leans you over the center console. you have no time to question him as his lips slam against yours.

there's a split moment before your body is melding into the kiss, one of his hands grasping the back of your hair as he nips and sucks swollen lips.

your heart jumps in your chest as you lean into it, letting him open your mouth and roughly suck on your tongue. your eyes flutter open to look at optimus for what feels like the first time in forever.

his tan skin is covered in a thin sheet of sweat, his usually neat hair sweaty and sticking to his forehead. his eyes are striking as they stare straight back at you, almost daring you to stop.

you gasp for air when he finally releases his hold on the back of your head, your voice caught in your throat as he invades the limited space of the passengers seat.

deft fingers quickly slip past the waistband of your pants as you jump. his cold fingers dip into your slit and roughly rub against your clit.

your confusion is quickly melded away by the way optimus is acting. a low simmer fills your stomach as he swipes at your folds, dipping his fingers into your entrance before returning to your bud.

your eyes dart up to him, watching the way he clenches his jaw, his eyes furrowed in concentration.

"what's wrong with-" you're quickly cut off with the way he shoves two fingers into your entrance, his palm roughly slapping against your clit as he quickens his pace.

you've got no choice but to clutch his forearm in desperation as he makes a mess of your cunt. your walls flutter against his rough treatment as he curls his fingers.

the sound of skin slapping against skin is echoing through the car, and your body runs hot as your filled with embarrassment. sticky squelches fill the car, slick slowly running down your thighs as you clench.

your jacket is unzipped as he leans closer, his mouth hot and heavy as he nips at exposed skin. you can feel the way he smirks when your hips jump when he hits the spongey spot in your cunt.

you clench and mewl helplessly, desperately dripping against your underwear as he abuses your clit. pain radiates through your collarbone as he bites down, just as you clench and keen.

your back arches as something snaps in your stomach, shuddering and trying to wiggle your hips away as you cum. optimus is relentless in the way he fingers you through your orgasm, palm roughly slapping against your sensitive bud as you writher.

he doesn't stop as you squirm, trying to get away from his rough grasp as you keen. there's no pause, sensitive walls clenching against thick fingers as he fucks you through another orgasm. your stomach clenches as tears fill your eyes.

the heat makes you want more, but your sensitive clit and cunt is overloading with his rough treatment.

one last clench has him slipping his hand out of your pants and straight into his mouth. you watch with your mouth agape as he sucks thick fingers clean, shamelessly licking up the palm of his hand as he makes eye contact with you.

the two of you sit in silence as tires screech against the pavement, tearing out of the driveway and straight into the dirt pathway. you gulp as you continue to glance at optimus.

his hands are clenching the steering wheel as you see him grind his teeth the slightest. your eyes dart down as you shamelessly stare at him, another spark rolling up your spine at the way he's chubbed against his jeans.

the bulge is obvious as you press your lips together, watching as the forest around you slowly thins out and the car enters the highway.

"so. what was jazz talking about?" you question. optimus doesn't even react to your question, eyes focused on the road ahead of him as the engine roars.

he's skillful in the way he weaves through traffic, his chest heaving as sweat beads down his forehead.

"are you sick or something?" you utter again, tilting your head and watching the way his body heats up. you yelp as he suddenly turns, slamming you against the central console as you swear at him.

he pays you no mind as he parks the car and demands that you follow him.

you quickly shuffle out of the car and eye him as he struts up to a fucking motel. what the hell.

you enter the front just to hear optimus talking to the front counter, flashing a sleek black card before nodding at something the employee says to him.

you fiddle behind him, fingers nervously clenching each other as you shift. the uncomfortable feeling of your spend against your wet underwear and thighs has you gulping at the mere memory of what ocurred in the car.

you watch his figure as he turns around you, jerking his head in an unsaid demand to follow him. like a lost, confused puppy, you trail behind him until he stops at a door and unlocks it with a keycard.

he ushers you in before slamming the door shut. the lights are still off as he corners you against the bed.

"i need you." for once, he actually speaks. your eyebrows furrow as your back hits the bed, one of his thick legs pressing your thighs open as he crawls over you.

his form is heavy against you as you bring your hands to caress his face, watching his lean desperately against your touch.

"bee and jazz were messing around in ratchet's lab." he gasps for air as he catches your lips into another searing kiss. he nips at your lips as he continues.

"went in to yell at them when they broke a sample against the floor."

his thigh flexes against yours as his hands settle against your hips, slowly forcing you to grind down as you shudder.

"ratchet said it was an aphrodisiac. told me to cool my head and take care of it." his thumb lovingly rubs against your skin, smiling at the way goosebumps race across exposed skin.

"and there you were." his moves are sensual as he removes his thigh, eagerly grinding his clothed cock against you. a small moan escapes his lips as he swivels against you. you can feel him twitch beneath his jeans as he grunts.

"always wanted you." he growls, taking his sweet time to remove your jacket as you shove your shirt over your head. his eyes darken as he stares, eyes drinking in the flawless expanse of your skin.

you arch your back, pressing against his chest as he unclips your bra. he's careless in the way he throws your clothing off the bed, one of his hands coming to cup your breast.

his fingers brush up against your nipple as you whine.

"desperate for me?" you ask, and you feel his hips stutter against you.

"always." its a flurry of motion to get each other undressed. you lift your hips as he rips your pants from you. the clink of his belt rings in the room as he shoves off his jacket, eagerly pulling the tight white shirt from his torso.

your mouth fills with saliva as you look at him, grasping his hand against his cock as he strokes it. the heavy tip is red and flushed, beading with pre cum as he grunts.

"all this for me?" you question, watching as he thrusts into his calloused hand, his eyes half lidded as you gently swipe your fingers against the throbbing tip.

he utters your name, flashing you sharp canines as he speaks.

"stop teasing." you yelp as his hands find purchase against your waist, flipping you over and making you arch your back against his chest. he shoves a pillow underneath your hips as he traces your back.

you mewl as you grind against him, feeling his cock settle against the space between your thighs. he hikes up one of your legs, nipping and sucking hickeys into perfect shoulders.

the thick tip of his member brushes against your entrance, tapping against your swollen clit before tracing back. "easy." he mutters, kissing your shoulder as he slowly sheaths himself into you. the two of you groan in sync at the feeling.

he slowly grinds closer, heavy, brutal thrusts hitting close to home. each thrust as you arching and pressing against the rough fabric of the pillow, catching against your swollen bud as you keen.

his heat encompasses you as he presses firmly against your back, lowering his hips and snapping relentlessly. his pace is harsh and quick as he fucks into you.

your hips meld against his as wet sounds fill the air as his thick veins rub against untouched parts of your walls. his cock reaches places you couldn't have reached with your fingers as you clench around him.

each rub drives you crazy as your hands tightly grip the sheets beneath you, knuckles white as small moans escape tight lips.

"sing for me." he brushes his lips against your ear, nibbling and nipping against your jaw.

you can feel him pulse as his pace quickens, the room filled with his grunts and keening moans from your lips. each thrust has you tightening and squirming away, sensitive walls clenching.

"just like that babe." he praises, two fingers dipping against your hip and swirling your abused clit. your hits jolt as he fucks you, feeling him smirk against you as you cum.

there is no rest as he fucks you through your orgasm, hands gripping against your hip as he grinds with power.

"one more. you can do it." you feel drool dripping down the corner of your mouth as you grind against him, the never ending heat washing over you in waves.

his teeth dig into sensitive skin as he sucks, his hips stuttering against you before you feel him spent fill you.

its like molten lava, filling you and dripping out of your folds as he pulls away. his chest heaves as he looks down at you, bruised and marked up.

all for him.

he gently smooths his fingers against your swollen folds, smearing his cum against your twitching cunt as you jerk away.

you heave as you look back, watching his cock twitch with interest as it slowly fills out.

he smirks at you.

"think you can endure?" you nod eagerly as he flips you over, pressing eagerly against you as he grunts.

"let's find out."

-

jazz watches as bee angrily signs at him.

don't fuck around! did you see how angry optimus was? jazz laughs, his head thrown back as his dreads fall against his back.

"he's about to get laid. he should be thanking us. fuckin' hardass."

bee glares at him as his hands quickly sign, a flurry of anger and blame.

fuck you. it was your idea.

"don't act like you weren't interested in what ratchet was cooking up in that lab too."

he could be cooking meth in there and we wouldn't know

the two step outside to see the blackened tire marks woven into the pavement.

jazz whistles at the sight. bee is silent for a moment as he leaves jazz's side, just as they hear something clatter against the concrete.

they both jump, whipping their head around to see where the noise came from.

a frown flitters onto bee's face as he sees a black helmet slowly roll closer to them.

isn't that... bee trails off as his hands come to a stop.

jazz and bee freeze as it dawns upon them. your name is uttered at they stare at your motorcycle tucked against the brick wall.

"we're fucked aren't we." bee nods in agreement as one of their phones ding.

jazz fumbles for his phone in his pocket and grimaces at the single text message from optimus.

be prepared.

"fuck."