#Transformers x y/n

[t-a-a-1]

Can you do bayverse optimus ?Tlk if you can.It can be whatever you want i love your scrumptious writing hehe also ignore this if you're uncomfortable!^_^

Raindrops

Summary: Optimus asks you a very important question.

A/N: Written after the happenings of TLK. 4K Words

Raindrops

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Everyday since he met you, he’s asked himself the same question. 

“Would you come with me?”

It was a question he had imagined the answer to. A resounding ‘no’.

Optimus didn’t see any reason why you would want to go with him to Cybertron. Leaving your friends, family and career behind. All the commodities Earth provided you will be gone the moment you decide to come with him.

And it’s not like he offers you a beautiful home. Cybertron was hostile, after the war it had become ruins. He dreamed many times of showing you his home in its golden age. You would have loved the museums, the theaters, the libraries, the arts. Would you have loved them as much you love your planet? Would it be enough for you to want to stay?

“It seems Earth and Cybertron’s destiny has always been intertwined,” the sun is setting. Optimus looks at his home planet, now on Earth’s orbit. “If that had been any other celestial object, it would probably cause catastrophic events. But it seems like Cybertron was made to not disturb Earth’s gravitational pull and magnetic fields.”

Your field wasn’t physics but you had basic knowledge on how things worked. Just like he expected you to do, you started to ask the real questions. Something he was trying to avoid as long as he could. 

“But I wonder if that’s because Cybertron currently lacks a core … Maybe once we are able to restore it, Cybertron’s gravitational pull will be too strong and destroy Earth.”

You look at him but he seems lost in thought. You didn’t blame him, having his home planet back must be unbelievable. After so many years of war and lost friends, what he always wanted is right here. 

“When that happens, we’ll have to send Cybertron back to its original place in the universe.”

You expected him to continue the conversation some way or another but it's as if he wasn’t listening or rather he did not want to. Maybe he is tired of everything and wishes to leave immediately. Probably not wanting to deal with humans anymore. 

Sighing heavily, you turn around, the wind moving your hair. The smell of the grass was strong and so a new aroma. It was hard to describe. Metal but alive. It was probably Cybertron. It didn’t bother you but it was different. 

Looking back at Optimus made you realize that maybe he wanted to be alone. It is a lot of process for today. 

“Well, then I guess this is goodbye–”

And suddenly, a servo is in front of you. Stopping you from walking any further. You look back, only to find Optimus’ faceplate extremely close to you. 

“I-I … My apologies, I don’t know what took over me.”

It’s like you triggered something in him with your words. But you weren’t sure what. Now he looks confused and lost. As if I wanted to say more but can’t or don't have the words. You wanted to guess but your mind made you believe stupid ideas. Ones in which you prefer to not indulge any longer. They will only cause you unnecessary pain. 

“It’s alright, you must be emotional. That’s all.”

You wait for a few seconds in which you could see Optimus’ blue optics in all of their glory. They were beautiful as they were mysterious. So close that you could see the small circuitry and cables that make up his optics. Such intricacy that you find yourself lost in them. 

And then … you are ashamed. 

“I must go.”

You say as you look away, expecting him to move his servo but he doesn’t. 

“I must go.”

You say again and this time you see the hesitancy in his faceplace.

He slowly removes his servo and distances himself from you. His optics looks away and then looks at you in a repetitive manner. 

“Do you–”

“I–”

“Oh sorry, you go first–” You raise a hand, trying to get his attention only to be interrupted by the Prime. 

“No, you go first.”

It was awkward. And the fact that it was that way made you wonder what went wrong. In what moment did things between the two of you become so uncomfortable? Was it just the sudden realization of final peace? Was it too unrealistic for the two of you to believe? What is it? 

“Nothing, I was just wondering if there’s something you wanted to say before I leave?”

Optimus servo clutch into fits. He opens his intake but nothing would come out. It was strange to see him this way. So confused, so … innocent. As if he was a kid trying to ask for another piece of cake. Too shy to ask and yet you find these small moments to be a treasure. 

“I was just wondering …” 

He hesitates again. He closes his optics and lets out a heavy vent. Turning his entire body around, you are unable to see his faceplate. 

“When the time comes … Will you …”

His voice becomes so low that you are unable to hear him. 

“What?” 

You ask him, confused by his sudden lack of confidence. 

“Will you … me?”

He says again but the loud wind and low tone voice weren’t helping the situation. 

“... What?”

You ask once again, your voice gets louder, showing your clear annoyance at being unable to hear him.

“Will you come to Cybetron with me?!”

Suddenly, he turns around, you can see his faceplate again. 

It was that expression again. One that you had only seen a few times. That of pure distress. Worriness. Anxiety. You had seen it before. During that time you had been captured by a Decepticon, badly injured and bleeding. His troubled expression was the last thing you saw before going unconscious. 

But now? What was that distressed look for? What was he so worried about?

“I, I–”

What were you nervous for? Why were you stuttering? Your cheeks are getting hotter and you can’t speak. You can’t manage words. The expression on his faceplate had left you stunned as your brain tried to understand the reasoning behind it. 

The longer you take to answer, the more pain is evident on his faceplate. His eyebrows squish together and his optics tremble. His lips formed a thin line that slowly became an upside down smile. He is begging you to end his torment and yet you know you have to tell him the truth. 

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It’s quiet around the hangar. 

A small base had been built near Stonehenge. It was the logical thing to do after Cybertron had appeared above the ancient pillars. Although the American Government wasn’t too pleased to make negotiations with the British to let them have a base in their land. 

You weren’t even supposed to be here but due to all the commotion in the last days, they let you stay. As well, Optimus and the rest of the Autobots enjoyed your stay. No one asked you when you will leave nor ever mentioned that you were a bothered. So you decided to stay for a couple of days until things settle down. 

And because your boss had asked you to stay and bring back the full story when you are done. 

“Are we just going to pretend Prime is ok?”

“Not like we can do much either or.”

They probably didn’t see you. As they were too busy talking to each other, carrying a few boxes of what you thought to be Energon. Meanwhile, you were typing on your laptop behind some piles of metal. It’s not like you were hiding but you rather found yourself a place where you could not be bothered when you needed to concentrate. 

“I still can’t believe (Y/N) said no … I thought the two of them had a strong bond.”

“Yes but everything she knows is here,” Bumblebee puts down his box as Hot Rod walks close by.  “Besides, they were too different … things wouldn’t work out.” 

“But does she even know that Optimus’s processor has identified her as his Conjunx?” Hot Rod also puts the Energon box down and sits on top of it. “Boss-Bot won’t be able to attach to anyone ever again … Isn’t that a bit cruel?”

“Cruel?” Bumblebee inquiries. “His Conjunx is someone who lives a fraction of our lives. The universe enjoys the game and the Primes are the pawns.” 

“And they know how to play well.”

It started to rain. It wasn’t unusual for rain to come and go in England. 

The bots look at it with amusement. This was unknown in Cybertron. It will take a long time before they can rebuild Cybertron and go back home but this will be one of the things they will miss the most. 

“What is a Conjunx?”

You came out of your hiding spot, behind the bots and they quickly stumble in their steps as they look down on you. 

“What are you doing there?!”

“What is a Conjunx?”

You ask again, not caring whether Hot Rod or Bumblebee looked like they just had seen a ghost. 

“You don’t need to know that,” Bumblebee quickly starts to walk away while Hot Rod keeps looking back and forth. He looks hesitant but doesn’t speak, waiting for Bee’s next action. 

“You said Optimus saw me as his Conjunx,” you don’t move but rather speak loud enough for him to hear. 

“Yes but there’s no need–”

“She should know,” Hot Rod interrupts the talking yellow Mustang. 

“Optimus wouldn’t want it,” Bumblebee stops walking and turns to look at his comrade and you. There is certain determination in your eyes, letting him know that you won’t stop pushing it until you find the answers you were looking for. You had always been known for that, probably something Optimus likes about you. 

“Optimus will die of sadness if she doesn’t know.”

Bumblebee doesn't say a thing but just ex-vents heavily. 

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“Would you stay with me?”

That’s what you wanted to ask but you already knew the answer. A resounding ‘no’. There was nothing for him on Earth. Humanity had once betrayed him and now he is doubtful. Humanity will help rebuild Cybertron and after that the transformers will leave. It would be a selfish thing to ask him to stay. You can’t ask him to give up on everything he fought for. His home, his family and friends, everything was on Cybertron. And you just were a human who wanted him to stay. 

It’s still raining. 

But that doesn’t mean you’ll stop looking for him. 

Although you can already feel yourself getting sick. Your hair is wet and your clothes damp. 

It wasn’t unusual to rain in England but you hated how unpredictable the weather was. The wind was also strong but the base was already too far away to back away now. You had to find him. 

Suddenly, a truck you immediately recognized makes his way towards you. The bot you were looking for appeared in front of you but he aggressively stops and opens his pilot door, signaling to go in. 

You didn’t hesitate and jumped right in. Optimus closes the door and starts driving away as you are welcomed with warmness. Although you were cold and tired, you didn’t wait any longer.

“I was looking for–”

“Have you gone mad?” Optimus asks, his voice showing his clear annoyance. “ What are you doing in the rain without proper protection?”

“What? That doesn’t matter, I was–”

You wanted to start asking questions but you started to sneeze. 

“How can I leave knowing you are this helpless?”

And after that, all previous questions left your mind. 

“Excuse me? I can take care of myself.”

“Your actions tell me otherwise.”

You roll your eyes, maybe he had a point. Running in the rain to look for him was probably not the best of ideas. But you were not about to tell him that. 

“And what about you?” you sneeze again although more softly this time as to not to prove his point any further.  “Aren’t you too told to be outside without an umbrella, you could be getting rusty anytime now?”

Optimus didn’t say a word. Your words will resonate at the back of his processor. He can’t believe he ever thought you would say yes to coming to Cybertron with him. You were right, he was an old rusty robot. Too many scars, too many mistakes and injuries. He can’t provide you with anything. Not even a family. 

And yet he is selfish. 

And you sneeze again.

And again.

“Great, I think I am going to get sick.”

He hates that word. Cybertronians also get sick but rarely. But humans are different. According to his research and observations, humans tend to get sick often and tragically a lot of them die. 

Optimus didn’t want to say a word, his pride told him to stay quiet. That you don’t need his concern, you do not wish it nor want it.

But you sneeze again.

“I’ll be taking you to the closest hospital,” he says as he makes a turn, heading for the closest road. 

“I am not going to the hospital, it's just a cold–”

“You are going to the hospital and it's final,”His voice is demanding but you don’t care.

“No, I won’t–”

“Why won’t you take my feelings into consideration?!”

His inside trembles. You could feel how his engine gets louder. The air coming from his vents got warmer and for a moment you felt your heart race. Out of guilt for making the Prime lose composure.

“What if you die?” he asks again. “What would I do after you are gone?”

The more he talks, the more desperate he sounds. As if he was living the circumstances he speaks of. 

“Have you thought what my life would be like without your presence?” you feel the seatbelt across your chest get tighter. “Do you really wish for me to be tormented for eternity.”

“This isn’t about me going to the hospital, is it?”

He doesn’t respond, his silence answers your question. 

“Let me out Prime, I want to talk to you, face to faceplate.”

He drives off the road and takes you to a heavy section of a nearby forest. Raining still, the tall trees prevent the rain from fully touching the ground. But some drops still make it through. Not like you cared about getting wet, you already were but Optimus had other plans. 

Opening the door and removing the seat belt, you jump out of his alt form. You watch him transform, a scene you will never be tired of. It's beautiful as it is scary, yet he is gentle. He knows it can be scary and he moves slower, softly as if not to scare you. 

Optimus doesn’t mass shift but he tries to see you at an eye-level. It must be uncomfortable for him and before you ask him why he doesn’t size-down, you feel him move closer.

He puts one of his large servo on top of you, protecting you from any rain from touching you.

“I want you to be honest with me,” you say as your breath is agitated, your heart pumping against your chest.  “I need to hear it from you.”

“What do you feel for me?”

Without you knowing, Optimus’ spark is also pulsating strongly against his chassis. He moves his optics away for a second, only for them to return to look at you. 

“You are a valuable asset to the Autobot cause.”

“Is that all?”

“You are also an important comrade.” 

You didn’t expect him to fully understand what you were asking. But you were hoping he could read your undertones. 

“I am giving you one last chance,” you say, your hands turning into a fist. You weren’t the best at this either and if you were honest, you didn’t know what you were trying to achieve.  “Is that all you feel for me?”

The Prime has always been known to be eloquent. Especially with words. But when it comes to you, he loses all sense of vocabulary. It didn’t use to be that way. There used to be a time when you meant nothing to him but a friend. 

But you had never stopped looking for him. After the attacks in Chicago, even after Sam’s death, an occurrence in which he blamed himself, you never stopped looking for him

What is it? Why did you do it?

“Look at the rain … Can you count each drop that falls from the sky?”

Optimus moves his optics to look at his surroundings. The rain, the trees, the beauty of nature. It cannot compare to you. 

“No, I can’t,” you respond quickly, your face full of wonder.

“Then, you are the rain,” he says.  “And I am trying to count.”

He sees your hands soften. Your expression had become awkward, with now avoiding eyes and pink cheeks. He has this need to hold you but respects your anatomy. 

“I can’t tell you how I feel because there are not enough words to describe it,” he calculates his words but he finds himself taking longer to answer. “I could recite you all of Cybertronian poetry and yet that doesn't feel enough for me.”

You keep looking at him and he looks away. Your eyes were too beautiful and it distracts him immensely. 

“But if you were to ask me to count each star in the universe I would,” he lets his spark do the talking, finally subsiding the yearning it has been holding for a long time.  “If you asked me to bring you a star, I would bring you a constellation.”

“This old rusted body belongs to you but if you ask me for my silence and distance, I won’t retaliate.” 

“And if I asked you to stay with me, on Earth, would you do it?”

You know it was a selfish question. You didn’t want to make him choose between his world and you. But you just had to know if there was a small possibility, a small chance that the life you had with him could still be a possibility. 

After the accidents in Chicago, you had looked for him, only to find him broken. Sam’s death had affected him greatly but in that grieve of losing loved ones, something sparked. 

Three years. You had lived with him for three years, in an isolated cottage. Where he could have all the dandelions he wanted. Where he could care for animals and the two of you would look at the stars and try to count them. Each one of them. 

“If that’s what you wish,” Optimus says. “I would stay by your side as long as you would have me.”

“I can’t,” you look away this time. “I won’t ask you to stay with me.”

“You have a duty to complete and Cybertron is your home,” there is more to it. More doubts than you are able to articulate.  “When you asked me to go to Cybertron with you, I said no because I don’t think I am worthy to be on your side.”

“Have my actions made you feel this way?” 

“You are Optimus Prime … I think anyone would feel unworthy,” you pause, thinking about the earlier events. “But today, Bumblebee and Hot Rod told me that you see me as your Conjunx.”

Optimus opens his intake only to close it. He looks side to side, trying to evade eye contact. One of the few times you can tell he is shy. But him acting in such a way has also made your body betray you. You wonder if he can tell just how nervous you are. 

“Does that mean — You do?”

“You weren’t supposed to know,” his voice is delicate with an apologetic tone. As if you had just caught him stealing extra energon from the resource room.  “Without noticing, my processor had one day started the Conjunx Ritus and as time passed, we both successfully completed the requirements.”

“And before I knew it, my Spark belonged to you.”

“But we are so different.”

“And yet here we are,” he makes a pause and he hears the rain. He tries to calm down before asking his next question, knowing that this will break his Spark. “Does my affection displease you?”

“No, no, I just–” you stumble with your words. “I don’t know what to say.”

“Is there a possibility that perhaps, in your heart, you reciprocate my sentiments?”

And you stay silent. Mostly because you don’t fully know what is going through your heart and the implications behind it. Can this even be possible? Are your feelings even real? Can he comprehend what your feelings are? Can this … Whatever it is, be real? 

“Please end my torment,” his faceplate looks to be in distress, his optics yearning. Longing for something unknown to the both of you.  “Your silence makes me have hope and I don’t want to suffer when you destroy my delusions.”

Gently, you walk towards him. You reach out a hand and touch his faceplate. Rubbing your soft skin against his cold metal. You watch his optics close, his engine gets louder just a bit but you hear him. As if your touch had saved him, healed him from whatever his processor agonized him with. 

“You are cold,” you say as you put your forehead against his faceplate. “Until you get warm, I’ll stay with you.”

Optimus didn’t need to ask further. You didn’t have to say anything either. He just basks himself into this moment. Not knowing what the future holds but he doesn’t care as long as you are with him. This moment won’t last forever but he wants to think that one day it could be true. 

A moment were he believed he could spend eternity counting the raindrops and stars in the sky with you. 

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A/N: Sorry this took so long. I’ve seen all the Bayverse movies but TLK is a movie that is a bit hard for me to write about because I don’t understand it much lol. But I still hope you like this and that it's not too OOC?  

It was fun to write this! So thank you so much for the request! :) 

[sunrisecaminus]

HIII, I LOVE YOUR WRITING SM, ITS SRSLY SO SCRUMPTIOUS? <333

I wanted to request bumblebee/ratchet/knockout/ megatron headcanons of them finding reader working on a lot of figurines and their vehicle models. I want to see how the bots would react? (Esp ratchet, I love that grumpy old man sm)

Message - DUDE JBVPAVHUBSVO! I wish I could write more, but this is all I could think of. Also awe thanks! Don't make me blush :3

Bumblebee/Knockout/Ratchet/Megatron x Reader Headcanons

Summary - Human makes their Cybertronians friend a figurine of their alt mode. All their reactions to you making them the cutest thing ever.

Warning - Cute

Bumblebee

When he finds your little workshop, watching you making a polished figurine of his car, he was fully supportive of it. He loved everything that you did and every time he saw you making your projects, Bee stays around and observes how you make the details. There is a cute joke you guys do by telling him to "freeze!!!" when he is in his alt mode. You take pictures of what he looks like to help yourself have references. Bumblebee would try so hard not to make any sound while you work, but if you ask him if he likes it…you would get loud excited beeping about how beautiful you made him. The fact he would keep every single one of them will show you how much he appreciates them. If someone told you that the figurines suck, Bumblebee would go wild and make sure that person never comes close to you again. It's funny how mad he gets to protect you, but honestly its very sweet.

Knockout

Now, Knockout would be the most obnoxious person about finding out about your skill. This man would kiss and snuggle you every day for the rest of your life after he knows. Need references? Just ask him and he would stay in his alt mode for long periods of time so you can have one you could actually look at in person. Do you understand how much this guy would adore you? Do you understand how much he adores HIMSELF?! Do you remember how in the show, Starscream would brag to everyone how he was the one to kill cliffjumper? YEAH THAT'S KNOCKOUT! "Did you know I am a hired model? My body is so beautiful, a master of sculpting is using it for their art projects~" He will say it every where. Starscream being annoying? Knockout brags about being a model. Arachnid being a threatening meanie? Knockout will say you were useful for showing off his sexy body in sculptures. Megatron mad at him for having an unsuccessful mission? "Well big M, at least today I am going to outshine everyone on this ship by getting a sculpture version of me." He is weirdly supportive of it…in his own way. Knockout would cherish everything you do and even help buy you better supplies to help you improve. Everyday he would see you working on one and you would just feel a little kiss on your head to feel his loving energy.

Ratchet

"What in the Allspark are you doing? I am not someone for you to just make a replica of!" Yeah Ratchet is very much flustered about the whole thing. You making a figurine of his alt mode was adorable though, seeing a miniature him was so embarrassing. What you secretly don't know is that he put the figures up on the desk he has so he can appreciate your crafts while working. Does he wish you would just stop? Yes. Is he going to tell you? No! He would never tell you to stop doing things you like, just please stop making sculptures of him. He would try to nit pick the figurine to make you think you didn't do good and that would make you not sculpt him anymore, but when he saw how upset you got, thinking you made him look ugly…yeah he broke. Now he just blushes and says it looks good whenever you show him your finished product. Not a warm and fuzzy kind of guy, but he would secretly buy you more materials online so you could continue your dreams and passions. He understands the feeling of being good at your job, and doesn't want to ruin that for you. If he heard someone talk crap about your projects, Ratchet might get suspended for medical malpractice later.

Megatron

OF COURSE THIS EGOTISTICAL WARLORD LIKES IT! He would put the damn thing next to his throne to look at it from time to time. "Make me another or I will use you for target practice!" Anyone who says you are bad at making figurines will DIE. Don't question the decapitated body in the corner, please don't even mention it. He would title you are an architect on his ship and give you a respectable salary if you keep making him stuff. It doesn't even have to be sculptures of him. Make him a model of the ship and he would use it as a 3d blueprint whenever he wants to upgrade something on the ship. "And you see here, this is where I want the new engines to be placed." Starscream thinks this shit is stupid. Will he ever tell Megatron? FRAG NO! You are now the lord's favorite and nothing will change that. He would sit you on the arm of his throne and pet you on the top of your head. You will never leave, you will never switch sides, and you will never be killed. Oh and his threats are fake, that man secretly loves you and would never lay a finger on you. He would send a figure to Optimus as a "look at what my soldiers do for me" type shit. Bro, you could tell him that someone ruined your project and he would literally walk around the ship with you on his shoulder, asking you to point out who. Even if it was Airachnid, nah, bye Airachnid! He would not care who it was, do not ruin his pet's MASTERPIECE!

[rabotimagines]

"Erogenous zone" GN BOT Reader x Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack

Summary: They make you overload through heavy petting while they're playing with your erogenous zone. + a little revenge

G1 Characters: Optimus, Jazz, Trailbreaker, Blaster, Bluestreak, Wheeljack.

Warnings: Smut 🔞 MDNI

Notes: Erogenous zone used for reader is kept vague! Since bots can have so many. you can imagine what you'd like (wings, sensor panels, finials, tires, headlights, buttons, ETC). Bluestreak calls reader both "pretty" and "handsome" in his section. I know Trailbreaker doesn't have visible tires in g1 cartoon but he does on his G1 toy/official art!

Pronouns: You, your, yours.

Optimus's servos are wandering, and he can't exactly help how he instinctively moves to where he knows your frame is extra sensitive to his touches. Optimus doesn't realize he's gotten too- enthralled with every continued reaction he can get out of you, until you arch harsh against him. A groan manages out of you, and your servos are clenching on his frame. And Primus- you're dripping through the gaps of your modesty panel. Optimus tears his gaze away from the rather tantalizing sight when you apologize for overloading early.

Optimus moves away from where you're sensitive so he can cup your faceplate. "It's quite alright. Are you okay with continuing?" You are and thankfully want another overload. Optimus definitely would have had to self-service after seeing you like this. No cold solvent rinse would have been able to lower his now higher frame temperature.

Without waiting, you lean forward, and Optimus jolts and groans when you start assaulting one of his finials with your glossia. Your glossia is hot and dragging so slow along it- oh Primus. His vocalizor catches on itself when your servo traces his other finial. A gasping vent escapes Optimus when you tease both at the same time. The heat is steadily climbing higher with every delicate touch you give him. Optimus's servos find your frame again, and he grasps on as you continue to tease him.

Oh dear- maybe you'd both end up having an overload before either of your panels were removed.

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Jazz wants to play, and his servos are wandering as soon as you start kissing. Jazz doesn't have any restraint right now (why would he with you?) So he goes to exactly where he knows you'll start squirming quick under his touch. Jazz can't get enough of you, every little sweet noise, every twitch of your plating, your em field flexing in growing want. He doesn't realize he gets maybe a little carried away until you jerk against him hard. And Jazz pulls away to see you panting and gasping, and your array panel leaking- Oh, hello Primus. Did he just make you overload from that?

Jazz grins and leans forward. "Oh baby, did you feel that good from some petting?" Jazz wouldn't usually tease you like this, but he can't help it right now. Especially when you're glaring at him, even when your optics are so bright and you're dripping through your modesty panel. You just look so darling, and Jazz was so gonna be saving this memory.

Your own servos are grabbing onto his hood, and Jazz does jolt when your digits are suddenly sliding along the outer shell of his headlights. Jazz watches as you slowly dragged your glossia along the trim of Jazz's autobot insignia. Jazz can not look away from your glossia following the line of the art. Your digits swipe over his headlights, and he huffs a breathy vent from your touch. Jazz can only smirk when he feels his own arousal spike.

Now, who was Jazz to deny you what you wanted? Especially if it was making him overload?

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Trailbreaker and you weren't even planning on going further. You were just- making out in one of the empty ark hallways. And things got hot and heavy a lot faster than he'd thought it would. Trailbreaker can't help his servos wandering where he knows he'll get the best reactions out of you. He also can't help getting caught up in how you start rolling your hips against him and how you're sighing and moaning into his mouth. Then you jerk hard against him, and he breaks away to find you panting. Your optics are bright, and your thighs pitching inward- You're leaking right through your modesty panel! Oh-

Trailbreaker resets his vocalizor after his shock passes through him. "Slag- didn't mean to do that. Well... at least Red Alert got a nice show? Haha-" Trailbreaker feels a bit awkward making you overload here. But the fact that he got you to overload on accident of all things? it's doing something for him. And that some things got his frame temperature spiking quick.

A look passes over your faceplate, and Trailbreaker feels like he should apologize, but you don't give him the chance. Your servos latch out and go right for his sides and directly on where his tires were. Trailbreaker jumps and fails to stifle the noise that comes out of him when your digits drag along the inner rim of both tires. You're muttering how he should be quiet, and Trailbreaker bites his glossia to avoid the groan that wants to sound out of him.

Okay, Trailbreaker could do this- He deserved it after all- making you overload on accident out here. He was a defense specialist for a reason. Trailbreaker could take your punishment!

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Blaster knows you don't have a lot of time at the moment for each other with your current week schedule on the ark. So he can't exactly say he didn't try to hold back- he did. Just turned out it wasn't nearly enough as he should have. Your glossia is in his mouth, and Blasters practically swallowing every sound he gets out of you. And his servos are instinctively wandering where he knows you'll make the sweetest sounds. Can you really blame him for getting carried away? Blasters optics snap back online when you grind hard against him and your servos clench tight on his frame.

Blaster pulls away to see the mess now leaking through your modesty panel, and Blaster laughs- it's not a full frame laugh, but it's a chassis deep chuckle. He isn't making fun of you. He just really, really finds it satisfying. "Oops... Well that's a sweet sight now, isn't it?"

Blaster sees your expression before you basically pounce on him. Your servo find his buttons, and Blaster grunts when you start working his buttons in the way that you know gets him hot and bothered fast. You needed to work his buttons a certain way for Blaster to get hot and bothered in the first place. And you knew every single method to do just that. Blaster can only sigh thickly when your digits drag along the edge of his buttons. The fever in his frame steadily bumping higher with every little teasing drag you gave him.

Blaster wishes he had more time to make some proper music with you. But he'd take a short but sweet melody over nothing.

-

Bluestreaks kissing you harder and softly moaning against your derma. You hadn't managed to steal any kisses from each other today, and he can't help being a bit desperate when you actually get a few minutes to each other. Bluestreak didn't mean to honestly- He just really likes how you sound when he touches you there. His digits lightly teasing you turns into his servos grabbing, and you get louder and louder in the kiss. You finally jerk against Bluestreak, which makes him break the kiss to ask if you're okay only to see your bright optics and leaking modesty panel-

Bluestreak doesn't know what to say for a solid klick before compliments practically burst out of his mouth. "Sorry, I didn't mean to make you overload like that, but you look so good- pretty- handsome- you always look good, yeah, but you look really really good now? Sorry-"

You yanked Bluestreak back into another kiss, and he can only moan against your derma when your servos find his door wings. His spinal strut arches when you lightly squeeze the base of them both between your digits. Bluestreak whines against the kiss, and his servos end up returning back to where they were. You lightly jolted when Bluestreak began to continue touching you back. Your pelvis finds his, and he's stuck trying to keep coherent enough to return the favor under your touch.

Bluestreak hoped you'd be fine with him making you overload twice so soon. Because he didn't think he'd be able to stop at just the one.

-

Wheeljack is not sorry even if it was totally and completely an accident (He swears!). Wheeljack might have dragged you onto one of his work benches under a half badly joke flirt attempt of "examining your prime example of a frame" with a waggling optic ridge. You still played along with him, and he started to exaggeratedly touch your frame- and well, somewhere along the line, the touches went from joking to genuine to eager. And you're eventually panting and getting louder and louder- And Wheeljack only stops when you're suddenly overloading on his work bench. Wheeljack has to cycle his optics at the sight of you dripping through your modesty panel.

"Oh-" Wheeljack resets his vocalizor "Well that's... definitely a great way to conclude a scientific examination." Wheeljack laughs lightly only to stop short when he sees your expression.

Wheeljack practically shouts when you lunge forward, and your glossia drags right along the seam of where one of his helm panels touches his helm. Oh no no no he's sorry! He's so sorry! Wheeljack tries to mutter out, but he can only moan and grasp onto your frame with tight servos. Your glossia dragged along the indents of the very sensitive to soft touch frame accessory, and Wheeljack is reduced to a panting mess. Wheeljack can't even feel embarrassed about the whine that slips out of him when your servo comes up to grab his other helm panel.

Wheeljack really was sorry he swears! Oh slag- He guesses he could let you get him back for it. It was the least he could do!

[fanged-fanfics]

HIHIHIHIHHII I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!

Can I request TFP Megatron and a femme autobot reader who’s super duper sweet and literally the complete opposite of him. He secretly loves her dearly because they knew each other back on cybertron before he even became Megatron. She’s also maybe stronger than him (bc we love strong women) 😋

TYSM!!!🫶🫶

☆ Contrasting Clashing — TFP Megatron x Fem Autobot Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

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ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron always claimed to his Decepticon allies that you were just as much an enemy as any other, that you were a scraplet in his side and someone he wanted to annihilate just as much as any other Autobot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The truth was a lot more complicated than he always claimed it to be. He couldn't keep you out of his processor, your faceplates deeply familiar. He remembered every smile you gave him, present and past. To be back now, of all times, must've been a punishment from Unicron himself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He stayed focused on hating you, trying to see you like another faceless Autobot. He'd see you before fights chatting with your fellow soldiers, and his spark would get an uncomfortable wrench knowing those grins were no longer for him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things that solidified your spot in his processor was how you bested him in battle. He wasn't anything close to happy about losing, but your sheer strength was something he'd always found attractive. Someone who could make him feel like he had a fair match frustrated and delighted him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could've sworn there were moments in battle where he was holding back. Where he'd miss a shot that should've been easy for him, or the Decepticons deflected away from you under his command. You felt bewildered, yet oddly curious. What were his intentions here? Why did it almost feel like he was looking out for you?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Deep down, Megatron hated how he couldn't stand to see you hurt. He loathed how the smile leaving your faceplates hurt him as well, and what he hated the most was he felt anguish when hearing that his armies had been what did it to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a show of good will, you once lifted Megatron with great ease when he got heavy injuries during a battle. Megatron felt his faceplates heat up embarrassingly quick, and he scrambled to try and say he was fine, but you at least got him somewhere safe first

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Decepticons of course also got curious after a time, subtly inquiring what their boss was thinking when matching against you so often. Megatron would assure them that it was all a part of his plan, but really he just wanted any excuse to be close to you again

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[starlightloona91]

Friendship with Rung from MTMTE

Rung would be an amazing friend for anyone. He is very empathetic and understands others' feelings well, making him a great listener and someone you can trust to confide in. He is always ready to offer emotional support when you need it.

Rung is very patient and calm, so he would help soothe your nerves when you're stressed, making you feel safer and more stable. He is very curious and intelligent, so conversations with him would always be interesting and full of new ideas.

Additionally, Rung is very loyal and discreet, so you could trust him in any situation, whether in good times or bad. He would also help you grow as a person by exploring your emotions and behaviors so you can feel better emotionally. In summary, Rung would be a reliable, loyal friend who is always there to help you feel good.

[lightloominous]

wanted to sketch out somethin while I was out in the snow for a day. also need to be held like this cause yeah its on my drawing to do list

I have like a couple of ideas and poses to put this guy in but not enough time + lack of speed to achieve my goals :(

[sleepyhanya]

Another arcee sketch what's gotten into me 😔

[idksomething356]

Transformers headcanons (slightly suggestive)

If someone has already written something like this, I apologize. It's just that, during all my time spent in the TF fandom, I haven't come across a take like this yet. I've been thinking for a long time that humanfraggers' bots are going crazy over the marks their love sessions leave on their precious human's skin. Bitemarks, hickeys, the prints of their digits on your thighs. Something dark and possessive in their processor, rising when you open your neck, exposing your soft, sweet skin. Your body is not hidden beneath the fabrics — for them to see you like this, all vulnerable. For them and only. You see, it's not like Cybertronians can't leave these types of "lovemarks" on their conjuxes. They can! However, they heal faster, and it's not so visible. And humans, on the other hand, tend to carry around their marks for weeks. So you better hold that leash tight on your bot/con, or they might actually go insane over this. Although, if we're talking about someone like Megatron (pre-redemption era)... Well... 1) You are lucky to survive. 2) He is the one in charge, and that leash will be on you. 3) It all depends on his mood, but 9 out of 10 times, you will be covered in those bite marks.

You can ask/request me anything! This one — just a silly idea of mine, and I was dying to write it down, and my first target was who? Right, Megatron himself. But I think I'll add more characters after.

[transformersxreader]

(WIP!) (MTMTE)DJD x (Y/n)

I’ve been catching up on reading transformers more than meets the eye comics, and did a quick animatic, I really wanna clean this one up

[earthsparkwriting]

HOW I MET YOUR SPARK

Drift (Transformer) x F! Reader (Human)

Word Count: 6.3K (yayy)

Warnings: +18!, SMUT, kinda rough sex, kind of 'friends with benefits', Drift has late ejaculation problems, lots of teasing, kinda edgy Drift, dirty talk, vaginal sex, awkward Drift, fluff, sweet

Author's Note: English isn't my first language.

You and Drift were something else.

He used to be hostile and aggressive against people, but after spending so much time with them, his attitude altered. You all spent your time in the junkyard until Optimus Prime returned. He had disappeared to find his creators, which was a big if. You and Drift spent a lot of time together, resulting in connecting with one another.

Before leaving Earth, Optimus Prime ordered Drift to keep watch over you; thus, he had to follow his "sensei''s" instructions regardless of his personal feelings for you. He didn't take the order well. When Optimus gave him instructions about protecting you, you could still see the look of frustration on his face. You had, after all, repeatedly 'betrayed your own people' to rescue Optimus and helped them.

But your friendship with him was a little unusual. Despite your best efforts to cause trouble and irritate him, you gradually changed your attitude and became more playful around him, genuinely lighthearted.

You can still clearly recall the first time you teased him. When you asked Drift, “Why do you sit like that all the time, Drift?,” he seemed taken aback. “Manspreading before me like that all the time? I could assume that you want me to climb up on you and bounce.”

He stopped humming about how humans were the most awful creatures in the galaxy that he had seen eventually. You nearly chuckled when you almost mocked him because he was so easily distracted. Drift stated you needed to learn how to behave appropriately around a samurai mech because you were disrespectful to him, but based on how tense he has been acting lately—as if he was ready to take action— but you chose to continue your attitude, get under his metal.

You didn't know at the time if his kind had... However, you learned about it. Two weeks prior. You teased him that day about riding him and what his fluid was like if he had something between his legs so much that he finally showed you his thing, leaving you in awe.

After revealing his ‘spike’ and opening the panel between his legs, he remarked, almost angrily, “See?” Under the stars, you were far apart from the others, thankfully. You had to sit on top of a rusty car to be in optical level with Drift.

He had stepped back to show his spike to you. Even though he was a bit bashful at first, he appeared quite pleased and confident when you looked at him speechless and he realized you were captivated by his thickness and length. His spike was average, but he was absolutely thick.

Then you pressed your legs together and said, “I didn't know you were hiding such a huge thing between your legs.” You bit your lip recalling how many times you told him that you could ride him if he was being tense and how it would stop him from acting like a jerk.

“Now you know,” said Drift, examining your face intently.

You glanced at his spike and said, “Is it hard or soft?” without wanting him to think you were now being shy and that he had won the little fight. His optics became a little off-balance, clearly stunned by your filthy remarks, just as you were ready to laugh out loud.

“No!”

“What?” You looked at him like a puppy and said, “Drift, I don't understand.”

You could touch him if his face was near enough, but instead you placed your hands on each side of the car you were sitting on and waited for a response while he replaced his spike inside his panel. You let out a sigh. It looked aesthetically pleasing, nice.

“Not...hard,” he said, his optics narrowing. He pondered for a while before a little, cunning smile appeared on his lips. “There's no reason for my spike to get hard.”

You smiled at him again and replied, “Oh, that's a pity.”

Your clit throbbed with excitement as you teased such an enormous and grumpy mech, but you weren't sure whether he was telling you that his spike wasn't getting hard at all was true. His size and terrible appearance were enough to incite wicked thoughts.

Drift stared between your legs, and to your surprise, he became courageous and keen. “Show me your valve.”

“What?”

He responded, “I showed you my spike; now you show me your valve,” as though he could start something at any moment. You would kick him in the balls if he were a human being. But Drift, a mech, was the most grumpy person ever, wanted to see your privates, and his curiosity and lust made your pussy scream with ecstasy.

You shifted slightly. Fortunately, you were wearing a skirt because it's rather hot outside right now. “You want to see my kitty?”

With confusion, he questioned, “What kitty? Your valve. Now.”

“Okay, rusty mech.” You muttered, “Since you're so curious…” gently raising your skirt to try his patience to the limit. He had sharply concentrated his optics between your legs. You couldn't tell if he was interested in your biology or if he was aroused. You changed your plan in order to accurately gauge his reaction before lowering your panties to give him a good show. After spreading your legs and leaning back a bit on the car you were sitting on, you simply used one finger to slip your underwear aside, revealing your pussy to him.

As his optics neared and took a closer look at you, your heart was racing. The tension in the air was so profound that, in spite of your boldness, you were on the verge of breaking. You prayed that no one would interrupt your brief interaction.

You opened your mouth to inquire about his thoughts. You wouldn't be surprised if he didn't like you, given your tiny size. The brief show came to an end when you finally let go of your underwear. You gasped in astonishment as Drift's hefty hand gently touched your underwear without hesitation before he pushed it aside once more before you could react or say anything.

“Is that your valve?” God knows why, Drift asked, half puzzled. He was skilled at posing strange questions at strange times. To avoid ruining the mood, you restrained yourself from giggling.

You wanted to be the cause of that massive mech's spike hardening, but you wouldn't say it out loud. You hoped that he would like you.

“Yes.” When you felt the chill of his metal finger over your inner thighs, your legs jerked with anticipation. He was holding your small underwear tenderly, even though his metal hand was gigantic.

“This is too small,” Drift remarked indifferently. He sounded disappointed and annoyed at the same time.

“Who are you? A valve expert?”

His optics caught you in the act of uttering an impolite remark. With a sudden “You wanna try banging?” he touched your clit

That was how you met his spike two weeks ago. When Drift made such a straightforward suggestion despite your size, you assumed he was only attempting to make you feel timid, as if he could, but he was quite serious. You had no idea that he was capable of shrinking. That was new.

You grinned to yourself as you recalled how uncomfortable you two were, trying not to make noise while Drift was determined to get all of his spike into your pussy like he was battling an enemy. When his spike's crown reached your clit, he was cautious. Since he was still much larger than you, you had whined a lot to try his patience, but he was considerate and did his best not to hurt you. He regained his sour attitude and concentrated just on fucking you after realizing that you were only being a tease. You skipped asking about it that night, even though you were a bit afraid he would get you pregnant or something judging by how much he came.

There was also something else about him.

He was experiencing some difficulties with ejaculation. Actually, a late ejaculation problem.

It took a long time to get him inside of you, which was a little issue even if his spike was quite hard as he fucked you senselessly. Whenever he transformed into his alt mode, you noticed it took him a lot longer than the others, but you were unaware that it was also connected to his ejaculation issue.

Although he was a difficult mech to satisfy, you became more and more desperate and wet for him the more he struggled finishing inside you. You couldn't tell if you were more wet because of the way he moved within you or because he became frustrated when you encouraged him to come already. Most probably second. 

Now you took another look at his optics. Finally, he was back. He and Crosshairs were so busy looking everywhere for a sign from the Decepticons that after that night, you couldn't spend any time together. The sight of Drift caused your clit to physically throb, as if it could sense his presence.

As everyone else shouted erratically and Crosshair urged Bee to start a fight with him, you gave Drift a tender smile. God. You felt pathetic.

Before you got accustomed to Drift's strange personality, you found him kind of goofy for swinging his mega swords like a true samurai. You actually liked him a lot. Really. You've been thinking about him all the time for the previous few weeks, and it was crazy. You hoped he shared the same feelings.

He might want to have sex again, you thought. None of you have brought it up since that night, though. No one knew what Drift and you had done. All right. It seemed strange that you two were acting like teenagers committing crimes.

Since it was now late at night, your heart was pounding with desire.

Drift stood in front of you and gave you a very odd look as you hesitated, “Hey,” clearing your throat.

You sighed when he abruptly transformed without saying a word, which took at least 5 seconds once more. However, when he opened the door and invited you in, you were unable to contain your bright smiles.

Drift only stated, “Come here,” in a firm voice.

Drift didn't care about Hound at the moment when he kind of shouted at him and inquired where the two of you were heading at that hour. He'd had enough of everything.

You confidently stated, “Seems like someone missed me,” wrapping your hands over the steering wheel to establish the physical contact you had been longing for for the past two weeks.

He tightened the belt over your chest as though to say, ‘Me too.’ You were on the verge of bursting with delight and bliss. You were tempted to bite his wheel till it blew up.

You sighed as you rested your head back on the seat and kept your fingers rubbing the Autobot emblem in the center of the steering wheel while he drove. When it came to selecting the ideal alt mode, he had a certain taste. You groaned half-heartedly, “Don't you ever think about changing that alt mode of yours. You're definitely the best.”

Drift paused, with a spark of pride overwhelming him.

“I could transform into any car you would want, just saying.” He wanted you to know that that wasn't the only model that he had the ability to transform into.  Drift liked the way you praised his alt mode. It was a pleasant surprise that you enjoyed it so much, even if it wasn't quite as wonderful as his Cybertronian form.

You smiled at how proud he sounded. You were aware that Autobots become a touch egotistical while discussing their alt modes and functions. Bee was perhaps the most narcissistic of them all; when he was informed "he didn't look good," he became a bit too fierce. Even if they weren't as invested as he was, they were still proud. Drift also enjoyed showing off.

As he sped up, you glanced at the dark road and said, “So, where are you taking me?”

“To Cybertron.” That must be his sense of humor, you assumed.

“Sounds perfect.”

You remained motionless for a moment, perplexed as to why you had driven so far when Drift came to a very quiet halt. Considering the speed at which he drove, it must have been at least thirty minutes. You questioned, puzzled, “Where are we?” and before you could ask another question, Drift began to transform while you were still inside of him

“Uh!” you said, your hands seeking something to grasp as all of his metal moved around you, sending shivers down your spine with a mixture of delight and mild panic. Fortunately, Drift was attentive. You pondered if he found this enjoyable.

You put your palm on your chest and said, “You're going to give me a heart attack one day,” after he eventually transformed. Now you were near his helm, between his enormous, metal palm. In the moonlight, his blue optics glowed wonderfully.

“You're effortlessly excited.” With his palm close against his face, Drift added, “And we haven't done anything yet.” You gripped one of his fingers, afraid of falling.

When he amplified the word ‘yet’ you could already feel naive butterflies in your stomach. You were completely prepared for another... intimacy with him after two weeks of being apart and hardly speaking to one another due to your hectic schedules and rather stressful situation. Since you were both primarily concerned with understanding one another's bodily boundaries and swiftly trying to reach your own pleasure, your first one was a touch hurried and nervous.

The first one wasn't really enough because of your fragility and the fact that his fluid, sharp metal parts and other things occasionally made the fun seem less than pleasurable.

“You're telling me you brought me here to… bang?” you asked directly.

Slowly, Drift's confident smile faded. In spite of his worries, you two really match one another well in terms of enjoying each other's bodies and everything else. Perhaps he should have asked the right questions beforehand, but he had assumed you'd want it too because it's been... some time. The interface had been very appealing to Drift. He was actually unable to quit thinking about it recently.

But he didn't want to offend you. “I should have asked first,” Drift eventually admitted. When it came to the interface, he had no idea how to proceed with things on Earth.

You abruptly stopped when you realized Drift had misunderstood you. “I did not say that I didn't want it. I mean, I really would want that. Our... It was very nice.” It burned your cheeks more the more you attempted to explain yourself. The fact that Drift basically confessed he brought you here to have some fun made it a bizarre situation.

“Yeah?” His deep blue cyber optics looked lovely in the moonlight, and they blinked with surprise, nearly making you moan in despair. You wanted to bite the cords around his neck because of the way they were always moving and the melodic sound they made.

You nodded quickly and continued to hold onto his metal finger. You may estimate if it was a sigh of relief based on the brief rise of the chest plate.

“Good.”

You were staring at the house trailer in front of you after Drift turned around and knelt down. You stepped out from his hand and gave him a confused look. “What's that?”

“Found it.” You stared as though you were unsure whether he had stolen it because it didn't appear to be rusty at all. Your heart immediately melted realizing Drift brought you here to spend time together, even if it was just for fucking. Unlike him, you were easy to impress. As your palm brushed the surface of the house trailer, you smiled to yourself at how much his persona changed and began acting at least a bit more gently.

You didn't look back, but you could hear him slowly shrinking behind you. You walked inside instead. Drift was just behind you. Although it wasn't extremely large, Drift could fit inside. He might get smaller, but his height was still a little large.

“I thought we could spend nice time here.” Drift said. He closed the door. In the corner stood a bed large enough for both of you. Although you were unsure how exactly, you were now very certain that Drift had stolen this. God knows where and from whom exactly. But you didn't want to say anything about it since his bushido pride may splinter at any time.

“All right.” You solely whispered. As he stood in front of you, his optics fixated, unsure of how to initiate, you could tell he was feeling a bit nervous. You enjoyed watching him go through this pain. He looked adorable when he suffered like that.

Drift continued to stare at you, confused as to whether he had said something improper or excessively straightforward. Primus... Human females were a serious and complex problem. He wasn't built for this. Every metal and spark in his body was telling him to act and take what he already needed. But he had the impression that things were not going as he had planned. It was also frustrating because you were difficult to read at the moment.

Drift's digits formed a fist.

“Let's go back,” he stated abruptly.

You reached for his chest plate and moaned, “And why on earth would we do that?” Even though you loved seeing him like this much, your clit was creaming there while he was in such pain. “Plus, it seems like you put so much effort into this.”

Considering that he was still somewhat taller than you, you raised your head and gazed innocently at his optics. However, Drift's careful optics caught you.

“You're enjoying this, aren't you?” When his servo finally contacted your chin, he nearly groaned. Your entire body trembled instantly.

“I don't even know what you are talking about, Sensei.”

A cunning smirk appeared on his lips as soon as he heard the term. His nerves were being touched by your playful demeanor, and his spike was pulsing with thrill. Drift made you lie on the bed after softly pushing you back to it. You felt your heart racing. “I think you know pretty well.”

“Yeah? Sensei, perhaps I need a lesson.” When he got on top of you, you kept teasing him. You wondered if he was comfortable with a little foreplay at that point or if he simply wanted to sink his spike as soon as possible.

During your first one, you hadn't even shared a proper kiss. A brief moment occurred when he touched your lips, but it ended there. Like you, Drift was more focused on getting what he wanted at the moment. However, one of the reasons was the worrying about other Autobots could interrupting you at any time.

Now it was just you and him, though.

As you began to undress, Drift was observing you with wonder. To get rid of your jeans and everything else more quickly, you pushed him a little back, but he didn't move you at all. He was just examining every single bit of your physique. You felt as though you had never been with him before. There was no need to hurry, and there was more light to look at each other. You could spend as much time studying each other's figures as you like.

This time, you felt a bit awkward as you finally removed everything, including your underwear, but you hoped Drift wouldn't notice your expression. The spike from his panel was the only thing he had to remove. Still, it was unusual, but in a cute manner.

As if to remind you of the disparity in power imbalance, he placed one of his servos on your chest, causing you to tremble and feel the cold metal against your tender flesh. “You feel soft. Very nice. I like it a lot.”

“Uhm, thanks,” you said, smiling shyly at him.

You shifted beneath him and attempted to settle onto the bed as his servos cautiously and slowly stroked your flesh. Your body was swiftly stilled by Drift as though you were disrupting him.

You really wanted to kiss him. Badly.

“May I touch you there?” you asked instead.

That caught him off guard. “Yes!”

Drift tried to sound cool, but he couldn't help but come off as a bit eager. After all, he had been preparing for this for a while, and now he could finally give his spike the treatment that it had been begging for for weeks.

He moved slightly on top of you and exposed his aching spike by opening his panel. On its round crown, prefluid was already visible. Weeks ago, you were unable to view him up close, but you know you take a better look at him now. Regardless of how you had previously taken him, you were unaware of his size.

You felt the silver prefluid on your fingers just when you put your hand around its head. Drift widened your legs and pushed you farther on the bed as a result of your daring behavior. You noticed that at the moment, he wasn't really fond of foreplaying.

As you gazed in wonder at his silver spike, you said, “You look bigger than I remember.”

Drift's denta was on your neck with a quiet snarl when his servos brushed your chin. You moaned with ecstasy as your fingers tightened around his spike in response to his abrupt motion. Because of how sharp his teeth were, you both knew he could potentially harm you, yet you trusted Drift with your life and wanted to make it perfect for him, making him suffer in a sweet way and fall deeply like you.

Drift's sucking ceased as your hand began to pump his spike, and he growled as he withdrew, peering expectantly between your legs.

“Are you wet?” he said, eagerly, gently moving your hand away from his spike and taking himself between his metal fingers.

“I don't know. You wanna check?” you teased him once more.

Drift grinned and, without hesitation, gingerly pressed one of his fingers against your entrance. Both of you groaned at the unexpected touch. You bit your lip as you gazed at his intense optics with a mixture of pleasure and anxiety. His digits were sharp, unlike his spike, and he couldn't possibly finger you. Even if you were soaking, it would still cause harm to your internal organs. Maybe he could do some modifications on himself later on.

This time, you moaned in agony as Drift pressed his sharp digit a little too much. “Drift, wait, wait!”

Drift instantly stopped with a worried expression on his face and removed his finger from your insides. With a pang of guilt, he said, “Primus... I didn't mean to.”

You quickly said, “It's alright,” so as not to ruin the moment. “I guess your spike can do a better job than your digits, huh?” You added to lighten up the situation.

Instead of using words, Drift's lips moved toward your sparkling face before he genuinely placed them on yours. At first, the kiss caused your lips to curl, but then you wrapped your hands around his neck and caressed the strong wires there. It was strange, but pleasant, to feel cords and metal beneath your fingertips rather than soft skin. When your kiss became intense, you pushed your tongue between his lips and wrapped your legs around his thighs, not fearing injury, because the metallic flavor of his lips was just making you want more of him.

Drift was struggling to keep from losing himself when he saw how hungry you were underneath him, so he wanted to push his spike into your valve quickly. But you didn't need to hurry.

Every functional part of his body was heating up due to the softness of your tongue, but Drift knew he needed to use his denta very carefully, so even though he wanted to bite you hard, he let you take the lead and use your tongue however you pleased while his servos touched you and trailed around your body.

You didn't object even though he was applying a bit too much pressure with his fingers on your thigh and ass. It felt nice to be a bit bruised. In fact, you wished Drift would somewhat lose himself for you.

He retreated a little and eventually took himself in hand as you lifted your hips to meet his spike. When he moved on you and positioned himself between your legs properly, your heart was thumping hard in your chest. Drift gave himself a few more pumps before beginning to shove his spike in your entrance, which caused you to groan in pain once again because he was eager and had forgotten how little you were in comparison.

“Frag! Sorry!” He stopped right away and looked at you with an expression of panic.

“Just... take it slow. I guess you're still a big mech.” As you spoke, you continued to lift your hips to express your desire for him to enter.

Drift nodded to you, and when he pressed his spike again, this time extremely gently, his optics took a careful look at your face. You were only able to take its head two weeks before, but now you felt prepared to take him farther.

Drift grunted in response to your little whimpers before pushing forward. Because of his unusual thickness, you groaned out when he inserted his spike a little farther, this time yanking one of the wires on his neck brutally with delight. He nearly opened his spark chamber dangerously as a result of your abrupt action, but he controlled himself. His entire body was moving erratically, which made the procedure more enjoyable and somewhat challenging for him. When you were tugging the most delicate cables on his neck without understanding what it was doing to him, it was difficult to get him to calm down.

When you whimpered again, he paused and said, “You okay?” You were relieved that he was taking his time and allowing you to adjust his size.

“Yes, I am.” With your fingers clenched on the cables around his neck, you moaned. “Just give me a moment.” Your leg was a little sore from the plates and wheels, but you didn't voice any complaints. That was normal. “I feel so full.”

Drift made a noise. You couldn't tell if it was a deep chuckle or something like a sigh. “Not even halfway.”

Of course.

The way you were squeezing his spike with your tight walls wasn't helping him at all, but Drift was allowing you enough time to adjust his size properly. All he wanted to do was speed things up and begin aggressively pounding you.

He asked abruptly, “Are you comfortable on this berth?”

Drift knew he should have taken action because of how uncomfortable you felt during your very first interface and how much you shivered after it. He didn't want you to think poorly of him or feel that you were being used. He was an honorable Autobot. He cared about you.

You nodded quickly to him. “Yeah, it's very comfy.”

Under its chamber, Drift's spark was about to burst. He grumbled, unable to contain his mixed feelings any longer, “Can I frag you now?” If he didn't move quickly, the way your walls were tensing up around his spike was going to drive him insane.

You mumbled as you drew his helm nearer to your face. “Yes, Drift. Fuck me. Please.”

Drift drew back his spike and thrust in ruthlessly before you could complete the sentence, making you bite your lip. He put his servos pressed on the sheets on each side of your head. You were unsure of which of you was groaning more loudly. There were simply too many repressed feelings and desires since you had to remain silent the first time.

“Your valve is so tight, so good!” Drift nearly let out a moan and quickened his movements. The sounds of his moans and obscene slaps on your flesh filled the trailer.

You had only just begun, yet you were already getting closer. He had exceptional strength and weight, though you lifted your hips to keep up with him.

As his helm approached your face, he swallowed your moans for a moment, and he planted a quick but strong kiss on your lips in between his brutal thrusts. Knowing that his neck was extremely sensitive, you tugged the precise cable he liked being touched with harshness. For a brief while, it caused Drift's optics to become unbalanced, and he positioned one of his servos beneath your ass, raising your hips and banging you with greater force.

He let out a nearly indignant moan. “You like teasing me, don't you?”

“I like it so much,” you said. “I like being the reason your spike gets hard.”

Drift's denta followed your neck after you admitted, biting you very gently as though to warn you. “Do you like me fragging you like this?”

You would have giggled if he hadn't been fucking you senselessly and losing control, but Drift's little bites and glossa on your neck were driving you insane. “Yes! Drift, just fuck me more! Harder, please!”

Drift slowed down a little after hearing your request, but he started fucking you more firmly and pushed his spike a bit further even though you were already feeling full. You needed to make him lose control for you, show him how much you liked and craved him. The way he began moaning that sounded almost painful was intense and overwhelming.

You moaned into his audials, “You're so, so good, Drift,” as your hands touched the sharp swords on his back before moving on to every metal object within reach.

Drift gave you quick, hard kisses in return for your praises. Your warm reactions were directly igniting his passion. He was making every effort to keep his systems from overheating and cooling down as he was constantly hammering you, or else he would shut down before filling you. Your back arched as your walls began to spasm violently around his spike. Drift also felt it. Despite how hard his spike was, he didn't feel like overloading anytime soon, even if he wanted you to overload with him.

“Look at me when you overload around my spike,” Seeing that your eyes were going to close as your climax approached, Drift gave you rigid instructions. Your legs were shaking with delight as you wrapped them around his thighs. “Overload. Now!”

Now, his spike was reaching the deepest regions in your pussy and striking your most delicate points. Your body obeyed Drift's commands as soon as he urged you to come, and you let out a loud moan when you reached your pleasure. Your spine was shivered by the powerful orgasm. For a moment, your eyes went unbalanced as you fell apart around Drift's spike so strongly that it caused his optics to become stuck. He proceeded to fuck you senselessly without pausing to consider how oversensitive you were as you kept riding your orgasm.

He appeared to be struggling to overload again, even though you really needed him to get within you. Drift was furiously fucking you, and although you knew his spike was really hard, he couldn't finish. He groaned in frustration. His pride as an Autobot was vulnerable.

He appeared to be in need of your assistance.

“Come on, Drift,” you murmured, drawing his helm closer with touching the most delicate wires on his neck. “What do you need me to do?”

He pressed those cables on your mouth without responding. Your nipples shivered as his chest plates were now on your body. You parted your lips and licked the cable that was firmly pressed on your mouth without teasing him. Then you started sucking him there. At first, the taste of the metal seemed peculiar, but you were too aroused to think. Actually, it tasted quite well.

Drift groaned deeply and almost angrily as he felt your teeth on his wires. Being unable to contain himself any longer, he withdrew. He sensed that he was losing control of his body. His spark chamber began to open when his optics came into contact with your lovely eyes.

Frag, frag, frag! She's no cybertronian, he reminded himself.

Close, close!

Despite his best efforts, his chest started to ache from the battle, and ultimately his spark chamber was exposed. All set to mate. His body was begging him to take a conjunx, but he was aware that you needed a spark in order to complete the procedure. Frag. He needed to simply overload and calm down.

When Drift's chest abruptly opened up, revealing his rounded, large, blue, musical, and magical spark on top of you, your eyes widened in awe. You gasped as you gazed at it in wonder. You were totally captivated. You whispered, “Oh my god,” as he pounded you.

He almost told you to open your spark chamber as well, but he avoided doing so. She isn't a Cybertronian.

Your head was up on the bed when you understood that opening his spark chamber on top of you brought him closer to overloading. Without hesitation, you gave his chamber a solid and sincere kiss. You couldn't resist drawing your body closer to it and stroking it as much as you could since it looked so lovely and enchanted with the little tune inside.

Drift felt your warm, soft lips around his spark, but you had no clue what you were doing. He then drove his throbbing spike into you one final time before filling your insides with his thick fluid and grunting loudly. As Drift pumped his fluid into your valve, his optics and your eyes were locked, and his spike began to vibrate violently. Even if it wasn't the most suitable procedure, he felt as though he had taken you there as his conjunx. But it was sufficient for a half-ceremony the way you kissed him, reached for his spark, and caused his spark chamber to open. Better than nothing.

Drift felt at ease, and it was more than fragging and overloading.

You gave him a little smile, pleased that he had finally filled you properly, continuing to stroke his chamber. His fluid was thick and intense. It was simply too much.

Carefully removing his spike, he gave you a gentle kiss without falling over you. Your mixed fluid ruined the bed.

You asked him, “You okay?” when he stopped kissing you. It's obvious that he had been trying to calm down.

He gave a little chuckle. “I should have been asking you that.”

“I'm more than okay.” You glanced at his spark, which was still observable, and murmured, “That was... incredible.” You were taken aback that he left it wide open. “Never have I witnessed a spark so close to me. This is beautiful in every way.” The little noises within could be heard incessantly. It seemed like a reaction to anything you said.

Once again, Drift's spark reacted to your compliment. It was forcing him to make you overload around his spike until you went offline. He would already if you were a Cybertronian, in fact.

“It's my soul,” he remarked solemnly. After spending so much time on Earth, Drift came to understand that it referred to the soul.

When you answered, “Yeah, I wish I could show you mine too,” your tone was almost regretful. Having such a charming soul to exhibit seemed incredible. You weren't hurt by being different, but... You wanted to show him something beautiful like this as well.

Drift's servo was put on your naked chest after his optics detected the sense of sorrow in your words. His fingers stopped where your heart is. “That sounds very lovely,” Drift finally murmured. His use of the word "lovely" warmed your heart. “It pumps more quickly when I'm around you. It indicates that your Spark is also responsive. You see? Not much of a difference.”

“Where did you get the ability to speak such lovely things?” You whispered, your cheeks flushed, “You're going to melt me here, sensei.” Drift was correct; his words had a greater effect on your heart the more he spoke.

You were momentarily shy when Drift winked at you and inserted his spike into his panel. Then he shifted your bodies. Now you were both lying on the bed and staring at one another. You were being held closer to his still-open spark chamber by his servos. As though he wanted confirmation that he did well, he inquired, “It's better to do it on a berth, right?”

You nodded quickly to him. “Absolutely. I loved it. That's bad if you borrowed it for just tonight,” you responded, unsure whether it would be your last time.

“It's ours now. There's a TV, too, you know. I had the idea that we could watch movies together.” Drift blinked his optics and added, “That junkyard... is too crowded, noisy with baby transformers and all.” He was a little anxious and uneasy, but he wanted you to understand that he wasn't just bringing you here to fragging. He believed it would be fun to watch movies with you because he had watched some fantastic samurai films. It seemed like an enjoyable task. Especially with you.

If he was trying to kill you, he was going to succeed. It hurt how much joy your heart was pounding with. You pondered whether that implied a romantic relationship or something. Cybertron customs were unknown to you. You have to ask Hound, Bee, or Crosshairs about it and find out quickly.

“Of course. That would be fantastic,” you said with a shy smile, making an effort to look cool.

Your chest and his spark chamber were now so near that the sound of your heartbeat and the song emanating from his spark were mingling as Drift's servos around your hips drew you nearer. You believed that you may melt at any time due to the intensity of his deep, blue optics. He was breathtaking. How did he see you, you wondered. You wanted to tell him you liked him a lot.

“You look very beautiful. I like you,” he stated suddenly.

You didn't answer. Instead, you grabbed his helm, and, with a single motion, you were on top of him, kissing him frantically.

*BONUS - CROSSHAIRS

For at least fifteen minutes, Crosshairs was attempting to reach out to Drift. He wondered what that sword-dumb brain had been up to when Hound informed him that you and Drift had departed. An Autobot was not supposed to be out on his own. Optimus had, after all, been gone. Only Primus knows when he will return. But you had to take care of each other till then. Crosshairs kept on driving.

He eventually heard voices as he tried to communicate. Then he halted; his audials were filled with Drift's deep grunts and pitiful, nasty, and meaningless groans. That pathetic idiot may have briefly gone online without noticing, but Crosshairs had already heard.

He was on the verge of throwing up all the liquids in his body.

That fucking moron, worthless imbecile... Crosshairs clutched his denta violently. You were being frgged by him. He had doubts about you two, but now he was very certain. On all the primes, Crosshairs vowed to find a female human for himself as well. He was more powerful, handsome, and better in every way. Even that fragbrained idiot found someone to mate with, have fun while Crosshairs had to do all job. Corsshairs kept driving while thinking about how to find a female human for himself.

Author's Note: Let me know what you think please. Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!!! ^^ :****

[t-a-a-1]

WAIT OK SO IK IT WAS ANGSTY BUT IMAGINE THE COMEDY. OPTIMUS WOULD PROBABLY BE IN AWE OF READER FOR THE PREGNANCY.

Things that humans have evolved and adapted to would fascinate and terrify this poor bot. He’d be so confused and concerned.

Optimus: The baby grows inside of you…where, exactly?

Reader: My uterus. It’s made to stretch and expand to accommodate the baby. When they’re born though, there’s going to be a wound inside that’s about the side of a plate.

Optimus:….wound…?

Or like an epidural! What you mentioned before.

Optimus: Will there be pain?

Reader; oh, definitely. But there’s this medicine that they can inject into my spine to make sure I don’t feel the pain. I’ll feel the pressure though.

Optimus: t-they inject medicine? Into your spine? How big is the needle?

Reader: Probably the length of your finger. It’ll have to stay there the entire time I’m in labor though.

Optimus: **FAINTS**

LIKE??? Optimus is just learning all of this and his human, the love of his entire existence, is like “yea I’m scared because of the alien hybrid thing. But humans have been doing this since they came into existence.”

Primus help him if he finds out that reader can develop chronic conditions after the birth. Like reader becoming Allergic to their own skin or developing an autoimmune disease. (It does happen!)

Optimus: y-your body can just turn against you? Because of this?

Reader: Yea, it happens. It’s more common than people think.

Optimus:….i need to speak to Ratchet….

He’s so concerned but also so amazed that humanity has survived as long as they have. This sounds like an evolutionary nightmare for him. Poor Ratchet is going to be hearing about this.

Optimus: After the sparkling is born. Their brain can just…stop working, Ratchet. Their immune system can just turn and attack itself. They will have a wound the size of my hand inside them, ratchet! And this planet expects them to only have 8 weeks to rest! What the fuck is humanity??? How have they survived this long??

Ratchet: ….please go recharge, Prime.

Optimus would probably look at birth-procedure videos and would totally faint.

Not only that but I think Optimus would be EXTRA EXTRA cautious about everything.

Then, he would ask Ratchet if there's less painful ways for you to give birth.

And Ratchet jokingly says: "Well, next time, what if you get sparked instead?

Optimus: .... hold up.

I have the head-canon that getting sparked is at random. First its you (the sparkling having more human-like-features) and then its Optimus (sparkling having more cybertronian features) BUT the comedy aspects starts when the one who's not preggos is the one who gets all the symptoms.

Like if you are the pregnant one then Optimus would be the one to have back pains, throwing up, feeling nauseous, cravings and even get emotional.

Optimus: Look at me, I let myself go ... I've become bigger.

You: You are fine OP. It's me who's gonna get bigger once the baby starts to grow inside of me.

Optimus: That's what everyone says but when you least expect it, you'll leave me for a new-model bot.

You: ... What?

OP: Don't say you won't, I see the way you look at new cars.

I see Optimus being the one to take classes for first time parents and even start writing a book: 'The Journey of The First Cybertronian-Human Sparkling: A Guide For Interspecies Parents."

If he is the one carrying the Sparkling then you get all the symptoms. Although he feels bad for you, he is assured you at least won't have to deal with the complications of childbirth. For your safety, he very much prefers to be sparked up by you<3

Thanks for the ask anon!

[sunrisecaminus]

Hi hi! I read a few of your posts and love the way you write. I was wondering if I could request a fav duo of mine Knockout and Breakdown x nonbinary reader. SFW or NSFW, wherever your creativity takes you!

I had a blip of a dream where KO and Breaks were analyzing the aftermath of an emergon mine and come across the reader half buried in the rubble outside. Half dazed and panicked, begging, asking the two if they see anyone else in the rubble and if they can get them out (they are a ranger who was helping a search and rescue, and have no idea if anyone else made it out after them). I can't recall what happened next, but the reader lost half of their left leg and was recovering, going to physical therapy when the duo wanted to stay and check up on them. Feeling guilty that they passively caused the accident and help the reader recover.

But the thing is... what would happen during their time together? Love? Friendship? A new understanding of earth?

The reader, best to my meory, was very loyal, honest, selfless, and kind. Though they had the vibes of a punk, think tattoos and piercings along with the spiky jacket - the hard shell to keep their very sweet and soft side safe.

Thank you! 💗

Message - Not me listening to sad music while writing this. I got a bit too deep in the story. Sorry if it gets a bit sad ;-; (ALSO LOOK AT THE SCREENSHOT!!! IS KNOCKOUT DOING A uwu?!)

Breakdown x Injured Reader x Knockout SFW

Summary - Knockout and Breakdown take care of a Cybertronian search and rescue soldier. All three get together after a rough night.

Warnings - Hints of Depression

Fanfic Type - Hurt/Comfort

You have been stuck in the Medbay for far too long. Your leg was shredded, your chassis ached, and one of your servos needed surgery. Laying here in bed and doing nothing was one of the worse things that could happen! Well…except you being blasted by an energon mine that got you in this mess in the first place. It doesn't matter! You need Knockout to hurry up with the fixing so you can go back out there to help others. Your duty was to rescue and protect, the job meant everything to you, as the war has made you lose so many comrades. Cybertronians everywhere were dying by Autobot hands and needed someone to hold them when they travel to the Allspark. Everyone needed someone to care for them, and that was what you were going to do once you GET OUT THIS BED!

Knockout has a chart on how many times you have tried to desperately break out the Medbay. Breakdown is basically a bouncer now, making sure you stay in bed and force you into it when you try to leave. It was annoying for them both, but now it has become a regular task for them, so they have now known you personally for a few months. A Decepticon who wants nothing more than the comfort people around them. It was spark breaking to tell you there was no survivors at the mine. Nothing could make you guiltier, knowing you couldn't be by those soldiers to help them rest or even maybe save them. After the news the first week you were hospitalized, you didn't say a word to anybody. You had to load in everything in your processor and tried not to be disturbed to help yourself heal mentally. Breakdown was a soldier you knew more than Knockout, so Breakdown had to tell Knockout himself who you were and your function was. Knockout saw you as a naive child, nothing more. He couldn't care anymore about the people he lose everyday, so many lives lost because he couldn't do his job right. You only got one chance to save someone's life on the operating table, and in war, most of the time it is a failure. He could understand your pain, but honestly he wants you to be like him and shut the guilt out before it hurts more people. Being a Doctor, Search and Rescue, or anybody that has the job of saving another life…is hard.

Megatron has more than once told Knockout that you were a lost cause, telling him to shut you down and throw you out the airlock when he had the chance. He was going to do it the first month…but hesitated. Knockout hates himself for not ending your life sooner, as you have been diagnosed with PTSD and depression from the incident. Unfortunately, you have been so nice to Breakdown whenever you weren't trying to break out of the medical bay. Breakdown told you many stories of fun times to help you forget what happened, and it helps a lot. You tell him stories about your days in training, and how people usually were goofing around. Knockout couldn't take Breakdown's friend away, so he sucked it up and hid you. After the second month passed, you were in a private medical lab to hide you from Megatron. Knockout lied to him about getting rid of you and slowly give you successful surgeries to repair you. Nothing can give them more pleasure than to see you smile, knowing you are one step ahead to get out and do your job again. Having a free hand to do stuff with, you help Knockout with folding stuff and reading new edition medical books when he is busy. He doesn't have enough time to learn more about being a medical doctor when Megatron is keeping him at work 24/7. Knockout may be a sassy know it all, but he actually goes in stasis only 4 to 5 hours daily. Knockout rarely has time to sleep, and needs to keep going on missions or testing some chemicals that Megatron wants him to have.

It has now been five months, the leg surgery is tomorrow and you see Breakdown coming in after a scouting mission. He gives you the news that Knockout is going to be late for dinner today (you all have been eating together everyday now to catch up on things). You understand Knockout's busy schedule, but it was still sad to see him not be able to do things he likes now a days. "I have had it with Lord Megatron and keeping him away from his birth! Let me speak to hi-" You were going to sit up when Breakdown puts a hand on your shoulder and leans you back on the pillow. "Nope, he would kill all three of us if he figured out you were alive y/n. Keep yourself at bay." He hears you give him a joking huff and grabs his servo with yours. You look up at him and give him a supportive pat on the servo. "Once I heal, I will dump a whole bucket of scraplets on that man." Both of you get a little chuckle, knowing damn well you would never do such a thing.

Breakdown gave you food and both of you started to drink what you had when the topic got serious. Breakdown asks you if you really would want to go back to being a search and rescue. You put the cube down on your lap, looking at him like he just asked you a simple math question. "Of course! It was one of the many things in my life that I pride myself in doing." Breakdown looks down at his energon he didn't drink. "No I mean, what if you get into another accident? You won't be able to live next time it happens." You stop to think about what he said. Well yeah, it was a surprise that anyone could find you the first time. Knowing you could even live with your injuries was lucky. Some would even say you were given a chance by Primus. "I can be more careful next time." Trying to comfort Breakdown was the best you can do. The war is nothing, but death. There is always a way for you to be injured again even if you don't go back to your job.

"No you won't." Breakdown and you both hear a stern tone and look to see Knockout, who had just come back from Megatron's talk. He gives you a glare. "Don't lie, when all you have been doing was injure yourself every time you try to leave this place." You didn't know where this was coming from. Knockout usually wouldn't say anything or make a snarky comment to you whenever you say you were ok. He doesn't seem to be in the mood for light hearted responses from you. Breakdown gets up and sets his drink down. "Knockout what happened?" You see Knockout's expression changed from serious, to grumpy real quick. "Nothing, but I don't want to hear anything about you, y/n, wanting to go back to your old position again." You put your free healed hand up in surrender. "Look I was just saying I can do lighter jobs! I can stay clear of mines for now and just go back to the basics. I use to just come into battle fields after they ended to find people. I can start doing that again." You tried your best not to get on Knockout's bad side. You have no idea this would trigger him. You never saw him angry before. He walks over to his desk and tosses a few files next to the computer. He does not sound anymore calm than he was a few minutes ago. "That will just turn into you doing dangerous stunts again. I am not stupid." Breakdown walks to him from behind and sets a servo on him, about to say something, but got interrupted by Knockout turning to face you. "Y'know I have the authority to take you out of the position? I can right now sign your time of death and send you out of the solar system to keep you from trying to destroy yourself again?" Your optics turn narrow, giving him a serious look. "You better not! I can't leave when I can do something for our peopl-" Knockout interrupts you again. "Stop caring about lives that don't matter anymore!"

…

It has been a few days after the argument. Your surgery was delayed and the only person who has been visiting you was Breakdown. You still have no idea where Knockouts anger came from. Breakdown tries to tell you he didn't mean it, but you told him you didn't want to hear it from someone else. You wanted to talk to Knockout about it, but he has been avoiding your room ever since. Your leg has been needing another dose of medication to stop it from hurting. The pills were next to the Medbay birth, in reach for you to grab. You sleepily try to grab it with your free servo, hissing when you feel your leg stinging from rubbing against the blanket. Your digits nudge the medicine bottle, when it drops to its side and rolls off the table. "Frag". You look back up at the ceiling, now having to wait for a few hours before Breakdown can come back in. You wish you could get Knockout's attention, but him not being in the room is going to be hard to get him here. You already tried to com him, but he won't answer. You thought first that it was because he is still in a sour mood, but honestly the Star that human's call a sun just came out of the clouds, he probably just got back to sleep after a full night of missions.

Closing your optics, you try to get yourself some rest as well, but you hear footsteps walk in the room. It was odd because Breakdown shouldn't be here this early in the morning. Thank primus they were light footsteps, because you would assume Megatron found you if they sounded heavy. You feel your servo being gently grabbed by another. You open your optics to see Knockout next to your side, having the medicine that was on the floor in his other servo. You don't know if you should speak, his face shows he hasn't really slept good (worse than usual). He looks at you with his red pupils and his expression goes soft. "Hey…" You gave him a supportive rub on his servo with your digits, motioning to him to continue. "Y/n…how do you do it?" You gave him a look of confusion, lifting your head just a bit to show him that he has your attention. He stops looking at you and looks down at your leg, grabbing a cup and opening the medicine bottle. "How do you not feel…empty after so many lives taken from you." The feeling of sorrow and love washes over you. Was this why he was mad? Was he jealous of your hope? You let go of his servo and press your hand against his cheek. "Oh Knockout, you think I haven't lost my will yet?" He looks up at you, his ears twitching a bit of hearing your words. You give him a soft smile. "When I find people who haven't perished yet, I don't try to prolong their pain anymore. I use to…but now, I try to hold them and say whatever they want to hear before they pass. Some mechs just need to hear how proud their mentors are, how they will meet their friends again in the Allspark, others just wanting to be promised to have a respectful burial." You rub your digits on Knockout's upper cheek. "My job is to give them closure…nothing more."

He gives you a look of understanding. Breakdown walked in as you were talking and now has his servos on Knockout's shoulders for support. Knockout lets a sigh out. "I just wish you could give the same care to yourself." You nod. Honestly you needed to hear that. There has been no self care for you in years. It was just other people that was your priority, but having a break to yourself was always seemed useless to the cause. Breakdown, Knockout, and you eat together, finally back together after a bit of a bump in your relationship. You think for a moment and look to Knockout. "Were you angry from what I said or was it something else?" Knockout smiles to himself, knowing his anger was from something dumb. "No, Starscream told Megatron I do nothing and is just lazy. Megatron talked to me about demotion, but I saved it by showing him my paperwork." You look back at your energon cube and think for a second before looking at Breakdown. "Hey that bucket of scraplets wasn't too bad of an idea after all."

[rabotimagines]

"Insecticon assault" GN BOT Reader x The insecticons (Noncon!)

Summary: Reader experiences a triple insecticon attack while under Bombshells' outlier ability.

Warnings: Noncon!, Smut 🔞 MDNI

G1 characters: The insecticons!

Genre/Theme: Smut 🔞 Scenario

Notes: Reader gets hit with one of bombshells mind control shells. They call reader "slave" because of this. Reader has limited control of themselves. Reader is also mostly just annoyed about the entire ordeal to be completely honest. Autobot reader!

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

You don't know how the pit you got into this situation. You were on night watch and saw some suspicious activity on the outside the ark camera so you noted it to Teletraan 1 to alert the others if you didn't relay back in a few klicks and went to check it out. Next thing you know, you're getting electrocuted so hard your senses reset themselves. You come to on your back with the spark damned insecticons standing over you. You jerk upwards, ready to physically bash your way out if you have too, only for Bombshell to shove himself forward and something to strike you in between your optical ridge.

You have half a nanoklick to realize you're fragged before your frame slacks of its own accord under Bombshells control. "Ha lucky- lucky! We got the one we wanted! Wanted-!" Shrapnel grabs at your faceplate and tilts your helm side to side.

"Autobot slave! You'll forget how to use your communication system while under our command." Bombshells voice is ringing on your audials, and just like that, you forget exactly how to use your com system. Oh Primus, what were they gonna have you do for them. Slag, what could they have you do before Teletrann 1 alerted the others-?

"Lie back slave!" Your frame slacks on the ground, and you're staring at the trees now- "Open your interface panel." Oh- Wait- This is happening? Your interface panel snapped back, exposing your array to the open air. Digits are suddenly rubbing between your valve mesh and- Oh yeah, this was apparently just happening!

"Slave, you're in control of your own frame, As long as you don't move from your spot on the ground, close your panel, or touch my shell." Your optics snap wide when you abruptly have even partial control of yourself again. And you have exactly enough time to get your elbows under you before you get jumped.

Now you're staring down, wide opticed, at the insecticons who've readily taken to slobbering all over your array. Bombshells between your thighs and using his usually hidden mouth to lap greedy strips along your valve. (Why is his glossia so long!?) You can't see him over Kickback and Shrapnel. Who are on either side of your hips and dragging their glossias along the length of your spike. Your servos had tried to push at them, but it only served for both of them to grab one of your wrists. You hissed in a vent and watched when Shrapnel dragged his glossia along the underside of your spikes head. Your spike throbbed on the insecticons' glossia, while Kickback dragged his own glossia along the side of your shaft. Bombshells digits suddenly slipping inside your valve made you buck your hips. "Slave tastes good. Good-!" Shrapnel's words sends humming fits down your spike since he's muttering against you.

You can- Can you call for help? Slag, would it be loud enough, though? It might just only make them order you to stay quiet- and Teletraan 1 should alert someone soon anyway. You just needed to hold on- Bombshell sucking hard on your anterior node makes you cry out and abruptly start overloading right onto Shrapnel. Shrapnel got a splash of your transfluid right in the faceplate, which made him jerk back in surprise. Kickback only leaned forward and started stroking your spike off as you continued overloaded all over yourself. You grunted when bombshell began to curl his digits and lap at your anterior node.

"Naughty slave." Kickback murmured and started lapping at your spike again- like you hadn't just overloaded. Shrapnel wiped your transfluid off of his faceplate and lapped it off his own digits before joining Kickback in cleaning your spike- Slag slag slag- You were sensitive still- Your digits flexed against the dirt.

"Stop-" you whined when Bombshell quickly pulled his digits out of your valve. You could see his helm suddenly, his mask back in place, and something else was pressing against your valve- "Don't-!" Bombshell bottomed out inside you with no remorse. Your back jerked, but your frame refused to raise off the ground. You could only grunt when his hips snapped against your aft in short but forceful thursts.

Bombshell groaned, "Your valves taking me well, slave." Bombshell brazenly admitted, before grabbing one of your legs to hoist onto his own pauldron. His pelvis knocked against your aft every time he thrust back into your valve.

Your attention was quickly brought back to your lap when Kickback and Shrapnel actually started fighting over your spike. Kickback finally raised a leg and smashed it into Shrapnels chassis, sending him tumbling off through the shrubbery. Kickback laughed and threw the already raised leg over your hip. The cons array snapped back, spike pressurizing and valve dripping onto your own plating. Kickback lowered himself, making your spike kiss his valve entrance. "Wait-" Bombshell bottomed out in you hard enough, his pelvis grinded down on your anterior node- And Kickbacks valve was suddenly taking in the entire length of your spike. Your servos latched onto Kickbacks waist, your digits tight enough to want to warp the metal underneath it.

Kickback only laughed "Big- and nice." Kickback rocked back and forth, and you whined through clenched denta. His valve squeezing down on you without remorse. Kickback didn't hesitate to get his own thighs under him and promptly start slamming himself up and back down your length. Valve fluttering over your spike and making your thoughts get even more muddled. Bombshells spike slammed into a deeper pleasure node, and you cried out again.

"Slagger Kickback! Slagger-!" Shrapnel hissed, scampering back over to where you were. You didn't even have the chance to glance at the angry con. Too focused on getting fragged and rode with no regard. So you weren't exactly ready when Shrapnel suddenly straddled your throat with his array out. "Use your glossia slave! Slave-" Your mouth opened on its own accord, and Shrapnel didn't wait to sit his valve right on top of your faceplate. Your muffled noise of protest only made Shrapnel grind down on you with a huffy laugh. Your servos abandoned Kickbacks waist and clung onto Shrapnels thighs instead. Your glossia moved itself against Shrapnels mesh and node. At least he didn't taste terrible (Small mercies.). But Primus, they were using you like an interface toy!

You groaned against Shrapnel when Bombshells spike smacked into another deeper node in your valve. You instinctively clenched down on his length, which made the con groan. Bombshells thrusts only picked up till he was practically slamming back into you to bottom out every time. Kickback started picking up his own pace, his servos grabbing onto your chassis. Thighs working faster to frag himself down your spike. Shrapnel only ground down more enthusiastically, his servos grabbing at your helm kibble. "Good slave-! Take it- take it!" You groaned against his valve, and you felt your second overload rear it's helm and smack you right in the chassis.

You arched as well as you good against the three of them. Overloading under the triple insecticon assault. Kickback overloaded right after you, his valve fluttering in pulses around your spike. Kickback laughed and ground down on your length through his own overload, making you keen pathetically against Shrapnel. Bombshell overloaded next, spike buried deep as he could be inside you and pumping your valve full of transfluid. His servos were squeezing your thighs, and you could feel what you thought was his glossia lapping strips along your leg. Shrapnel finally overloaded with a breathy cackle- hips grinding down on your faceplate through it. Servos clutching your kibble tight and keeping your helm still. Once Shrapnel finally slacked, you relaxed under all three of them.

Shrapnel pulled himself off of your faceplate. You gasped in vents only to watch Shrapnel turn, so he was above your helm- you tilted your helm back to keep a view on him only to find his spike tip kissing your derma. "Now take my spike! Open up slave! Slave-" Your mouth opened of its own volition, and Sharpnel shoved his spike into your intake. A muffled noise echoed out of you when Kickback started fragging himself back on your spike again. Bombshell followed soon after and started fragging your valve again. Valve fluttering and squelching when he fragged his own transfluid out of you.

Frag- They were insatiable- they always were! Just- you just needed to wait for help- you could do that! Your glossia lapped along Shrapnels spike, your servos grabbing back onto Kickbacks waist for some type of purchase. You could survive this- just- You needed to hold on. You could hold on!

...Right?

-

It was morning, the sun streaming through the gaps in the trees. Your helm was fuzzy from how many overloads the insecticons dragged out of you. If the insecticons are smaller then you (which considering they were about minibot sized, the chances were high) They'd end up figuring out that you can take two of their spikes in your valve at the same time. After that, your valve was constantly double stuffed for the rest of the night. (If you're noticeably bigger than them, then they will attempt to fit all three of their spikes in your valve simultaneously.)

They ended up making you overload so hard at the end that your senses reset again. Only when you came to this time, they were gone. Bombshell did not pull his shell off of your helm before he left, so you're stuck on the ground- Covered in transfluid and fragged silly. With copious amounts of transfluid still dripping out of your valve. Waiting for rescue still- Primus, you wish you remembered how to use your comm system.

"-I don't understand how Teletraan 1 shorted out." A familiar voice makes you perk up- as well as you could anyway still stuck on the ground.

"There was a big electrical surge, and Teletraan 1 couldn't handle the output, so Teletrann 1 reset and couldn't turn back on. We only realized it this morning- and they sent that alert actual earth hours ago- I just hope they're okay."

Hoist! And Grapple! Primus! Okay! You could get help. And well... it suddenly made sense why you got fragged till morning with no help at all.

You glanced down at your transfluid stained self.

Yeah, there was no hiding this. You were covered in purple, dark, and silver paint transfers, too. You stared at your still open modesty panel. Which you still couldn't close because of the shell...

Slag it all. Hoist was a medic, and Grapple wasn't the type to gossip. At least your spike wasn't still pressurized. Plus, you technically just got... sexually assaulted. And neither of them were afts, so you should be fine.

Knowing you wouldn't keep what little dignity you had you through your helm back and shouted for help. You thankfully heard your designation being called back and the shrubbery starting to shuffle towards you.

At least Red Alert couldn't be mad at you for abandoning your post... small mercies.

...

And thank Primus Ratchet had replaced your baffles last week... Primus sized mercies.

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!

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Autobots:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)

Decepticons:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

If you don't mind, can we have some Tfp Starscream x reader art?

I think he secretly likes your compliment

(This is also my first time drawing him so sorry if he looks off😭)