#TF x reader

[theartofwoompwoomp]

You do what now?…

Various Transformers x human!reader

Summary: we spoke about us receiving aggressive affection, but what about us giving them the cuteness aggression

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Knockout definitely won’t let you even think about biting him. He just got polished. He’s going to make sure you don’t even get near him the second he sees that glint in your eye.

He was cuddling with you as he rambled on about his day. Moments like these brought him so much peace. But clearly, it seemed you had another definition of peace.

Your head lowered a bit towards his arm. He wouldn’t thought anything if not for the way you seemed to hesitate opening your mouth. Your lips were pursed and your full attention on his paint.

His own instincts acted before you, quickly pushing you away as he threw a tiny pillow on top of you and ran.

“Awww knockout ! I wasn’t even gonna do nothing !” He could hear your voice in the distance but he wasn’t taking any chances, knowing you were now in a game of hide-in-seek. If he wasn’t careful your small mouth would definitely bit him if he’s not aware.

Optimus would be surprised to say the least.  Never once knowing humans did such a thing to others. Especially not their significant others. He’d probably ask the reason for your actions, mistaking it for an act of anger towards him.

One second he was holding you, the next he was looking down as you had your mouth on his digit. 

He didn’t move. Just watching as you a bit him. The thing was, you weren’t chomping or taking many bites. You simply bit him once and didn’t let go. He didn’t feel you put pressure on the bit, so you weren’t attacking him.

Then what were you doing? you didn’t even look up when you let go. Perplexed he wondered why’d you grabbed his attention only for you to ignore him.

Maybe it was a way to show you were upset? But it didn’t make sense, when he called out to you about it you weren’t upset. It was an act,… of affection

Honestly he didn’t understand but it made you happy so he just let you continue on.

Bee would probably encourage your aggressive behavior towards him. Letting you run into him and start random play fights while ofc always letting you win.

Bee was just walking around base. He didn’t really have anything planned. He was about to head back towards his quarters when he heard fast steps behind him.

As he turned around, he saw that you had jumped off the shelf road set for humans. Your smile wides as launched straight for him.

Stretching towards you to catch your small body, you randomly pulled a pillow from nowhere and threw it straight to his face. He fell and you landed on him. Giving him a quick peck before taking off. Hearing your voice quite far yelling a quick, “Love ya babe !”

Still on the ground he just let a small beep that sounded a lot like a sigh. He was totally gonna get you back for this.

Soundwave is always dumbfounded by your impulses. Mainly since you act before thinking a lot of the times. Causing him to not being able to know your next move. And since your cuteness aggression is always spontaneous he never predicts it.

You were on his berth with him. While he was desperately trying to hold his mask onto his faceplate. It had broken during a battle and knockout had yet to be able to attend him. Thus leaving him in the sad state of holding it up wherever he went.

But he trusted you. And he was tired from holding it the whole day. Lowering his mask he hears a small gasp from you. 

Feeling as a bunch of thoughts rush through you, he mainly notices your curiosity.

Lowering his face as he hands you his mask. You take it eagerly, your own eyes analyzing it and tracing every dent and detail.

But it wasn’t until he had his face in front of you he felt it change in your thoughts.

Your eyes no longer focusing on his mask, rather all your attention on his lower half of his face. At first he could feel all your thoughts, but now your mind was rushing so fast to the point he wasn’t sure if you were even thinking at all.

Noticing your breath pick a bit of pace, he wasn’t expecting you to launch his mask far from him. Your eyes wide as you rushed to reach him. 

Still surprised from the loud noise of his mask crashing onto the floor, what brought his attention back was your small mouth on his. All your emotions pouring towards him, he honestly didn’t mind it a bit. 

Now this was one impulse of yours he liked.

Starscream would surely love your attention. No matter how strange it is. He’d probably show off and brag about your actions to other decepticons. It would get to the point that the others think he’s making it up, mainly since most of them don’t think humans have cuteness aggression.

Funny thing is, recently you’ve been noticing a lot of things about your seeker. You hadn’t noticed before, but his wings tend to be very expressive.

Thanks to your request you were given a datapad that acted a lot as an ipad for a kid. You’re favorite feature was the camera settings. Thanks to being small no one noticed that you recorded a lot of things. Especially Starscream. 

You had a bunch of videos and pics of him. Looking through them was definitely your favorite pastime.

As Starscream got closer he heard you speaking with lots of emotion. You were talking too fast and changing volume constantly that he couldn’t really understand what you were saying.

Peeking a bit he saw you watching something on the datapad he got you. You were laying down with your stomach to the surface as your feet kept swinging in the air. You were really focused on whatever you were watching.

He was going to continue watching you in silence until he heard you yell out, “Oh.My.God! Why is he soo hot !” 

You were ogling someone and he didn’t like it one bit. 

Barging in making his presence loud and clear, you turned quickly hiding the datapad. “oh heyy starscream. I hadn’t realized you were here.” Your voice laced with nerves he saw your face reddened as you tucked the pad deeper under the pillow.

Not responding he grabbed the datapad against your small protest, as he opened it up to see who exactly was winning your heart.

He wasn’t expecting to find an edit of him that you made. 

Now you were both flustered.

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Lol let me know if you want a specific character with this concept, it’s very fun 

Masterlist 

[swiftyangx12]

Continuity Crossover!

[D/N] = Designation (Your name)

Cybertronian![Reader]

TFA!Optimus Prime: What’s it like working with other me?

TFP![D/N]: He’s someone who carries the weight on his shoulders. A bot who wants to bring not only justice; also wanting peace return back after the war between Autobots and Decepticons. Especially while we’re trying to revive our Cybertron back to life.

TFA!Optimus Prime: “Hm. Hopefully, that’s possible for my universe.” I don’t want to bother you with more questions about your leader, but what was he like before the war?

TFP![D/N]: Well, he was similar like you. He was able to laugh, smile, doing anything before receiving his title and the Matrix. I still remember times we hung out together after finishing the breems of our old jobs. One time, my Optimus was nervous asking me out.

TFA!Optimus Prime: Ask out you? You two courted.

TFP![D/N]: That sounds outdated, but yeah. Then, rest is history.

TFA!Optimus Prime: *Sudden realization* Wait a nano-klik, are you two…

TFP![D/N]: Conjunxed? Yes. Some don’t know but others knew. We try to be discreet with our relationship and still find ways to spend time together (via missions and stuff). Don’t you have someone waiting for you?

TFA!Optimus Prime: Not really. Not since I came to Earth with my team.

TFP![D/N]: Then, if you happen to see another me in your universe, don’t be afraid to connect with them.

“I’m sure they’ll find you charming.”

[Back on TFA Cybertron]

[Finally, TFA!Optimus found TFP![D/N]’s variant.]

TFA!Optimus Prime: *Feeling a little nervous* Hi, I’m Optimus Prime.

TFA![D/N]: Oh! You’re the one who’s been protecting Earth. Heard you kicked some serious aft against the ‘Cons.

TFA!Optimus Prime: Yes, that’s true, but I’m not the only one. I have a team where we help people and stopping the Decepticons.

TFA![D/N]: Hmm…Honest, polite, and you seem to be the rare type of mech I’d like to know more about.

TFA!Optimus Prime: Really? I mean, this seems too fast and I don’t want to make this awkward.

TFA![D/N]: It’s alright. We can take things slow. How about we share comm links, if that’s alright?

TFA!Optimus Prime: Yes, that would be wonderful.

[The two share each other’s links.]

TFA![D/N]: I need to go somewhere. Contact me when you want to hang out.

TFA!Optimus Prime: Yeah, I’ll stay in touch.

[Another pair forming…]

[(A/N)]: I don’t know what I wrote, but I needed it out of my system.

[itzstarzwrld]

Since no one asked, I'mma yap about my au

(idk why I'm putting this here but just in case anyone gets confused: (name) = reader)

pt. 1 pt. 2

pls ignore how bad the pic is 🙏🏾😭

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

In this au, it takes place somewhere in the middle/end where the events do happen but there's a twist:

Bee is a whoops baby

(name) and Optimus already have a kid of their own

Elita-1 and (name) have slight beef with each other

And in this post, I'm gonna break this down and explain as best as I can.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I'm gonna start with:

"Who is Striker?"

Striker is the kid of Optimus and (name).

"Why'd you give them a kid?"

To try and make the story sound a little more interesting(???). And as I was making this I thought "hmm, wouldn't it be nice if reader and OP had a sparkling so that way the drama was a little bit more complicated?"

"What is Striker's gender/ what do they look like?"

Well I'm glad you asked! even tho I can't draw, Striker is a femme that took more of (name)'s personality but mostly has Optimus' frame (and colors but Striker has (name)'s optics).

"How'd you come up with the name?"

I came up with it as I was making the picture and after like 30 minutes of thinking "alright, fuck it we calling 'em Striker"

"How old is Striker?"

I would say that Striker is about 4-5 (or 6) during the events while only being one year older than Bee.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"What is the beef between (name) and Elita-1/how did it start?"

After the events in the fic (name) is angry at Elita because:

She never knew one of her closest friends would be in a secret relationship with her supposed lover

(name) believes that its mostly Elita's fault for allowing Optimus to just swoon her into dating him.

On Elita's side of the story:

She really doesn't do anything about it because she knows those things are true and now their relationship is strained because of her actions (same thing with Optimus).

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"What is Optimus' relationship with Striker and Bee?"

even though after the whole incident and basically divorcing w/ (name) Optimus decided that even though they split, he still wanted to be part of Striker's life and at least try to be a father figure.

As for Bee, he's mostly there with him more than he is with Striker (but he doesn't realize that because he's trying so hard to be a father figure to the both of them) and it makes (name) really upset making them think that he's only with Bee because it's his and Elita's kid.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

"Does (name) stay with the Autobots?"

Even though she is angry at Optimus and Elita (name) decided to stay with The Autobots and doesn't join the Deceptions for the sake of Striker.

"Does (name) end up being with someone else?"

Yes and No. After the incident and everything happening, (name) doesn't focus on finding someone else, they focus on Striker and being with The Autobots but they sometimes do get a bit flirty with Ratchet.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝐼 ℎ𝑎𝑣𝑒 𝑟𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑎𝑢!!! 𝑙𝑚𝑘 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑔𝑢𝑦𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑘!!! :)

[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."

[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.

[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.

[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

[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.::

[pastelclovds]

i’m gonna write fics about me kissing robots twice my size now (the robots are obsessed w/ me btw)

[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.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Surprise Sire — Soundwave x Masc!Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || he/him pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: 'Sire' and 'Oppi' are gonna be used interchangeably cause all the sources I have say they both mean father, sorry if that's confusing!

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

As a mech working for the Decepticons, you often didn't have much of a sense of connection to your coworkers. You didn't really see the need, either. Most were loud, prideful, or seeking to betray each other later anyhow. You were known for being reserved because of this, which was fine by you, it meant being left alone. Soundwave found this in common with you, the solidarity of preferring silence making him drawn to you. He was one of the more sane members of the faction anyhow (you still didn't understand his apparent fondness for Shockwave). The two of you ended up talking whenever you weren't particularly busy, slowly gaining mutual trust and a close connection.

Being around Soundwave lead to you meeting his Cassettebots quite frequently, many of them being a refreshing conversational break from the others you often encountered. Ravage and Laserbeak visited you rather often, they were few who were allowed in your office any time they wanted. Ones who weren't were Rumble and Frenzy. You liked the little bots just fine, but they tended to accidentally break things. You got used to their sorrowful little awkward apologies, depsite your initial reservations. They did have some endearance to them, you supposed.

Rumble and Frenzy tended to zoom into your office whenever they were hiding from Soundwave. You were a bit more prone to letting them get away with little things. As much as it might be a bit immature, it was admittedly a little funny to see Soundwave get exasperated trying to catch up to them. As such, the little 'cons tended to ask you for almost everything, like they were doing today.

"Come ooonnnn" Rumble complained, hanging off of your shoulder "Soundwave won't know! And if he does, who gives a scrap? Pleeaaasseee" the little bot begged. Frenzy was on the other side, tugging insistently on your arm. "We'll just be gone for a second! Please, big guy? You know we're good for it!" He said, nearly whinging. You worked around their insistence, documenting information into a datapad. "Sorry," You began cooly "Soundwave's gotten on my aft enough about it, I've gotta keep you two in line for once". Dramatic disappointment was heard through groans on both sides of you, which nearly made you snicker.

As the two kept begging you, you heard pedesteps coming up the hall. You smirked softly as Soundwave entered the room. "Rumble. Frenzy" his monotone voice rang out "Return" he said, opening up his chassisplate for them. Rumble dramatically flopped onto his back, Frenzy clinging to you tighter "We don't gotta! Tell him we don't, big guy, come on!" He said, shaking you as much as he could. You glanced to Soundwave, sensing the frustration even with the visor and battlemask covering his faceplates. You couldn't help but chuckle as you heard the bot let out a deep vent of a sigh. "Negative. Correction: you were ordered to return" he said firmly.

Frenzy grumbled, pressing his helm to your shoulder "Uughhh. Oppi, can't you tell him no?". Soundwave visibly tensed, and Rumble looked up. He sat up, trotting closer to you "Yeah, oppi! Come on, we don't wanna be cooped up all day!". Soundwave tilted his helm to the side a bit. Even with his face covered, it was obvious he was beginning to get visibly flustered. You felt a little surprised yourself, looking between the small bots clinging to you once again. "I- you two, uh- you know I can't-"

"Enough," Soundwave cut in, picking up Rumble and Frenzy simultaneously. The little mechs wriggled and whined as Soundwave held them close to his sides like disobedient sparklings "New objective: recharge" he said, quickly ushering them out of your office. He placed them on the ground and nudged them in the right direction of his berthroom, watching as they went with many aggravated huffs and mumbles following. Soundwave nervously glanced back to you. "...Apologies" he mumbled. You stood, walking closer and regarding him with a firm pat on the shoulder and a soft grin. "Don't worry about it, Sound, they're just being annoying little glitches. It's what they do best"

Soundwave huffed, this time out of amusement "Affirmative. I will... correct them". "Well, you don't have to," You began slyly "I wouldn't mind being a sire to them". Soundwave nearly choked on his own vents, looking at you with bewilderment. You chuckled, pecking the side of his helm "Think on it". With that, you went back to your work station, leaving a very flush Soundwave to quickly make his departure

[theartofwoompwoomp]

Taboo AU : the start pt.3

TFO Megatron x human!reader

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 ———————————————————————-

His optics opened a bit faster this time, something kept tingling his servo. Looking down he saw you frantically pulling at his digit. 

You were yelling at him. Something was wrong. You kept signaling him on what to do. Following along he got up, holding you close to his helm as you adjusted a device on his audio receptors.

“Do you hear me?”

Surprised he doubled checked, holding you close to his face plates. Optics scanning your own smaller optics. “Big guy, we don’t have time.” Your voice desperate, “I need to know if you can understand me.”

Blinking a bit he composed himself. “Yes, I can understand you.” Relived you let out a breath, “thank goodness.”

But that peace is short lived. “We need to go. The base has been discovered. I already loaded all the cargo we both need to survive. It’s in that cubicle over there,” following you he found it and grabbed it. 

“Your injuries shouldn’t hurt,” tracing the tape on him, “can you take us to this location?” He saw you pull out an archive with a location that should be a wasteland as far as he knew. “Big guy, please stay with me. We don’t have time to lose.” Looking back towards your optics he gives you a nod, content to see your relief.

“Great ! Let’s get going then.” You were smiling, but he’s been around long enough to see it was all a facade to hide your fear.

It took awhile, but your escape route was flawless. As a warlord himself, he was impressed. Especially since earthians were never independent as far as he knew. But he guesses that’s what wars do,… they change people.

After arriving at an underground base, he realized the place was extremely empty. Setting you and your things down he recognized the room to belonging to past cybertronian. He’s honestly surprised the whole things still standing. 

He felt something tap his foot. It was you. “Big guy, I need to check your wounds.” You held up the equipment ready to examine him. 

He didn’t know why he even let you live. Maybe out of courtesy for helping him. But he knew that in a war, it’s all bot for themselves. He couldn’t comprehend your actions.

“Earthian.”

Voice rasp as his metallic brows frown a bit, he stands up tall only lowering his optics with the intent of intimidating you. “what is your intent with these actions.” Your head tilted a bit analyzing every word, “Even if you help me, that won’t guarantee your life.”

Expecting to see fear sink into you, the only thing you did was make a face. Almost as if you were judging him for saying the logic. 

Feeling anger from your lack of fear he snatched you from the ground. Making sure to squeeze enough to cause somewhat of pain. He held you in front of his face. 

“earthian. I wont.ask.again.”

You groaned a bit, wiggling, barely being able to respond. “I can’t-, I- breath,, too much,” gasping for air when he finally loosened his grip.

You quickly composed yourself, rubbing a bit on your body where the pain still lingered. “I simply want to make sure you’ll fully heal on your own. You can leave after that.”  Your voice, it was soft, but the delivery was strong. 

“Whether you choose to kill me after, is up to you, not me.” 

You didn’t flinch once, not even as you heard a low growl escape from him. Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he valued your strength. Not letting those with more power to control you. He respects your resolution.

Deciding to let you do what you want, he puts you on the ground and positions himself letting you do your thing.

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Masterlist 

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[swiftyangx12]

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

Cybertronian![Reader]

[D/N]: I only had Bumblebee for a solar-cycle and a half. But if anything happens to him, I’ll offline everyone in this room and then myself.

Bumblebee: ??? *Confused and concerned*

[itzstarzwrld]

lil headcanons + random stuff abt my au cause it's rotting my brain now-

𝑠𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑠𝑡

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

I like to imagine that when Striker and Bee met for the first time (Striker was 5 and Bee was 4) they called each other "best friends" but didn't realize that they were half siblings until Optimus, (name), and Elita told them.

When Optimus and Elita found out they were expecting Bee it was like:

"...we fucked up"

"we did"

And during that time, Optimus and (name) were still together so the duo just decided to keep Bee's existence a secret.

(name) didn't find out about until after everything happened and she was pissed, and mostly hurt because he slept with another, sparked her up and didn't even bother to tell anyone!

But even though she was angry, (name) still cared for Bee like he was her own

Striker would sometimes ask why she has a half sibling or why Eilta is referred as her "other mother" but (name) would have a hard time trying to answer her because it it was always a sensitive topic for them.

Bee and Striker are like Mario and Luigi:

Though he's the youngest, Bee was slightly taller than Striker at such a young age despite her being older than him.

[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.