#idw thundercracker

[revelboo]

Thundercracker crumbs? 🫣 maybe Skywarp finding out about his human?

Skywarp will figure it out quickly, but not quite yet

Better Open the Door Pt 5

IDW Thundercracker x Reader

• You’re still upset with him, sitting with your back to the wall and your legs drawn up. Frowning up at him when he enters his quarters. “You have to eat,” he says, venting heavily when he notices the food he left you is untouched. “I’m not really such bad company, am I?” He means it as a joke, but you just lay your chin on top of your knees, your arms wrapping around your legs. And stare at him, making that coiling unease wrapped around his spark dig in a little harder.

• He’s trying to make you smile, because he can’t seem to understand why you’re upset with him. You’re not some star crossed lovers and even if he thinks he’s in love with you, it’s just because of how much silliness he’s filled that processor with. He just wants to be in love. Movie night is now every night and he’s swapped from action movies to only romantic comedies. And you’re convinced that he thinks he’s the lead in one of those movies. Trying so hard to win you over and unable to see how ludicrous it is. “I need to go home. Just take me back and I’ll pretend this never happened,” you say. “We can go back being friends, okay?”

• “We are friends.” And he can’t go back. You’re the one thing he had to look forward to before and those interactions had only been a couple hours. Not nearly enough. Meeting you, spending time with you had just driven home how lonely he was. His trine rarely has time for him, drifting further and further apart since arriving on Earth. He hates the quiet, the silence where there had once been chatter and company. Just play along with him. Smile and talk to him, because whatever this is spreading between you hurts. “If you need something, I can get it for you.” Kneeling in front of the berth, he lays his arms on the surface, palm down and rests his chin on one arm. Trying to look as harmless as he can, his wings drooping. “Smile for me. Please.”

• Another ploy? An attempt to trick you into playing his game? Except, he sounds almost lost. And staying mad at him when he’s essentially giving you puppy optics? Shoulders slumping when he stretches out a servo but stops just shy of touching you. Looking hurt and hopeful at the same time. You’re a fool, but you lay your palm against the tip of his servo and offer him a weak smile. If it’ll satisfy him into letting you go, you can play house with him. Maybe if you get him off the love stories kick, he’ll realize how silly he’s being. That it can’t possibly work between you two, you’re just too different. He’ll get bored and let you go. He has to.

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[michaela-o]

Hellooo! Are you mini doodles still open? Maybe thundercracker trying to watch a movie with a super small tv? Hrshhebh he's too big to see the screen, but the human buddy is seeing it just fine

Tc is trying to enjoy the movie with you but he can’t see dick🥹🧡

[bunclebee]

Day 13 of drawing a guy on my whiteboard! My favorite seeker and his baby dawg.

[whatever-i-dontknow]

To think he used to kill autobots for a living.

[kitkat-sans]

Is this accurate enough Thunderbee shippers

Have i contributed to the ThunderBee community

Other version :p

[crying-fantasies]

Power play

Masterlist

Featuring IDW1! Thundercracker, smut/fluff/tiny bit of angst, CW: power play, licking, masturbation (on the mech), talk of the war, handjob, implied blowjob.

“Do you want me here?”

No words, just the surge of electricity creeping over your arm, just enough to feel it tugging at your muscles, never to the point of it being harmful.

The cybertronian way to say “keep going” when words aren't enough or their processor is beyond forming decent thoughts.

“It is eye-catching, you know?”, a hard twist above his anterior node, if not for the stasis locks above him you could have been gone flying by that kick of his, “I always know where to touch, where to pinch”, your words are followed by a quick squeeze of a node inside his valve, he doesn't even moan, just outright glitches back to vosian, the bio lights over his spike flare as it trembles on your other hand, letting go of his internal node to get face to face to the base of his spike, looking how pretty the red lights cycle, “want me to make it good for you? Nice and sloppy before I put it inside?”

This time, you do obtain a “yes, please! I need it” as he knows how it turns you on, to have his approval for it, knowing how good your fingers feel in the discharge port of his spike, and knowing full well that you will stop till he says it with direct words, “I want you to-”

“Then get sizeable”, your face is pressed to one side of his spike, and he can feel the heat of your body going off in waves, sending shivers down his back strut and messing with his processor, “or do you want me to give my man a full body wash?”

You think he said yes, to what you aren't sure, but there's still a long way to go if you want to understand his vosian spilling during the throes of passion.

Back in the day, you could have laughed, more inclined to shrug it off and be uncomfortable with it than real joy-laced laughter. Some previous partners came up with the idea, or some tried to do it without even noticing at first. Somehow, it felt degrading.

Let go of it all. Maybe what had you more strangled from the practice was the fact that you didn't depend on them enough at the time. There was too much pressure upon you. What do you want to be? What do you think of this? Things moved too fast to catch on with them and their enthusiasm, soon leading to cold shoulders or rejection.

In the end, no one put up with you.

Then, this fragger chooses to betray his race for pitiful, strange, tiny organics that know nothing about what to do with the big scary aliens. Maybe you're being too harsh on him, no, you indeed were, as it was normal, you saw the attack, and you felt the pull of fear when you finally saw him.

You also noticed how his big red optics sparkled when someone talked to him nicely.

Not even nice in the sense of “Oh my let me get you all the energon you need for the rest of my life” but the “good morning” kind of nice, it gave you a glimpse of how fucked up the Decepticons were in their morale, his optics always had that glint of fascination when you said his designation followed by a simple greeting, people on base noticed too, Mainframe was the first to go the extra mile and give him a tablet big enough for him to use, Doc Sir made an energon dispenser and Marissa gave him a puppy.

Thundercracker beamed with so much happiness, answering the unasked question, if cybertronians could cry, they do, they cry, he had some kind of liquid on the verge of his optics and a little smile on his faceplate, someone said how gross it was and you were sure Marissa was the one to demote that person.

Turns out, the murder robot alien from deep space with sharp digits that could poke you open was a softie disguised, but that also explained why he sacrificed himself for a whole city, when Thundercracker talked to you of Vos, his hometown, in between broken words and glossy optics as he expressed vulnerability over the deep scar the image of the flying citadel left on him, falling in flames, collapsing anything and everything it once was, killing dozens in the fall and the collision, it made you reconsider what you believed of the Autobots, well, no, you weren't going to be like that dude, just settled on the fact, that simple fact, that yeah, they've being at war longer than Earth's age, but that didn't mean they liked it, it also didn't mean that all autobots were good, not all Decepticons are bad.

There was always the psychopath or the power-hungry idiot leading the rest, human history was full of them too.

It took you by surprise, he was so easy to chat with once he got the all-clear from you, do you want to know about what he is writing on his tablet? It wasn't the best you've heard of but it was indeed interesting to hear him rant about his own “Nurse Whitney” fanfiction, do you want to watch him transform? It's not a problem for him, maybe he looked a bit nervous about it but still pleased your curiosity, even doing it slowly, let you understand, or attempt, where everything went, do you want to know about Vos’ old songs? He would sing them to you even when he sounded like a bird wannabe, the similarities gave you the creeps for days as he looked expectantly at you.

Point of no return? During humanity take over-on Cybertron, the attempt, TC could have left you die by the fall when the explosion took over, but he did not, he caught you, asking desperately if you were okay as your body collided with the hard metal of his servo, “I’m fine” you assured in between the pit dragging you under, “thanks”.

You already saw him as a being, a sentimental one, full of intricate phases of himself, the sexual part of him came to light when you were watching TV together, nothing better to air at midnight than porn apparently, as if no kid would catch on it.

There was a hissing sound coming from him like a hot kettle, TC had a servo over his intake, optics big with surprise or repulsion you didn't figure out before changing the channels, it was embarrassing, it wasn't your fault, but you still felt the pain of embarrassment on your face, “just so you know, people do watch that, but not everyone does”

If anything, he tried to look composed, “Yeah, frag- I mean, your sexual intercourse, it's normal, everyone does it”.

That dragged a question that was answered for another, Thundercracker didn't want to go down in detail but it was answer enough when his optics couldn't look at you for longer times.

Things got heated pretty soon, it didn't happen that very same night, not even that exact year, the universe has a way to fuck people up, just put together two consenting individuals for enough time, remove the label and limits of simple friendship and you're good to go.

You never wanted any of that to happen, not like that at least, you never wanted to lead him so wrong, that you couldn't even talk to him now without asking yourself what was going on there, he was too worried hissing like a massive predator every time someone dared to try and talk shit of his script, what else was to be done? You knew next to nothing about cybertronians in that department of knowledge, no matter how much TC tried to translate Vosian poems to you, the translation wasn't accurate in the slightest.

Things got hard when an actor called his part bullshit and it was like seeing two giant metal roosters about to pluck the eyes out of the other.

So far, you have been the only one he hasn't tried to blow to pieces, only shouting angrily, soon to be overwhelmed with sadness. No one is looking, and you take your chance, he is awake, as expected, and red optics glance back at you from the darkness, angry, exhausted, he is on his pedes as he looks over you, menacingly, Buster has curled on her bed above his berth. “Why have you come back?”, you know this, like when you first meet him, putting up a hard exterior, something seemingly unbreakable, threatening to break you instead if you nudge at him wrong.

He is mad, of course, he is, for him, this has been nothing but stressful.

But you're also mad, because he never told you directly, you could've helped him, somehow and you let him know, shouting should be the last of your resources, but it breaks if only a tiny bit his facade, he watches over Buster, ensuring she is still sleeping as you call him names from “TC” to “Thundercracker of Vos”, before scoping you up to another room, trusting Buster to defend his private work.

“Are you crazy?!”, he is whispering, it's obvious he also wants to scream at your face, his wings are up, the universal vosian way telling you to “frag off”.

Frag, as far as you could get, was equal to fuck.

“Why don't you frag me instead?”

Too hard? Too hard, a lot harder than you intended, as a year of mutual pining finally gave in and had him under you, biting on his derma desperately, trying to shut away any sound he could do, not trusting himself to stay silent even with his vocalizer off, watching the ceiling, overcome with anxiousness and looking at his array.

Bad idea, very much a bad idea, the sensation took him over, you were expecting him to do so, waiting for his optics to center on you before dragging your whole hand over the nod on the head of his spike, it was mute, but his helm was fast to return to its previous position, both servos over his optics, “what?” you asked, gripping at it, his back arched with a silent scream, “really? No sound? How I'm supposed to know if you like it?”

TC was limp on the floor, wings trembling, plating chattering, his servos still over his faceplate, you didn't like it, “Hey”, took a moment but he peaked at you from between his digits, he looked so tense, taking two steps away from his spike you decided to let him go, “sorry, I don't know what came over me, this is…” you couldn't find the words, feeling embarrassed, you went too far, fear was soon creeping on your head, how were you to see him in the eyes from now on? “This is my fault, I'm so sorry-”

“Don't-”

It was broken, it was hard to hear, it was low, so low you believed it was your imagination, but Thundercracker was looking at you again, intake open, out of breath even when he didn't need it, “please”, his optics were shining in between pauses, like a heartbeat, a pulse, “please never stop”.

There was no necessity to feign any longer.

And it was such a relief on his part, finally telling you what he wanted for a long time, finally admitting to it.

“Keep going” he pleaded, his spike hard to the touch, your fingers traced around the whole length of it and he almost overloaded with that alone, “I don't want to think-”

“I get it”, something awoke that day, finally understanding the fire when he looked so ready to be pleased, “I'll take care of it, make you forget all about that”

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IDW1 Thundercracker makes things to me, there's nothing better than a man (alien?) with a puppy, you know he'll treat you right.

@tf-kinktober2024

[in1-nutshell]

hellooo!! i want to say your blog and writing are so so soooo wonderful! i love it, haha, and buddy became dear for heart x) aaand!! thanks to you I like family fluff even more, it's my comfort zone now!

can i ask about older seeker, who care about skywarp and thundercracker with star? despite canon and w∆r, it's pretty nice to think that they're actually good with each other 🥺

Thank you for the compliments! I'm glad to hear that The Buddy's are leaving such a good impact on people!

Since you did not specify which continuity this was, I assumed you meant by the IDW continuity. If this isn't what you wanted, please let me know.

Now we've had a Human Buddy senior, get ready for Bot Buddy the senior!

Hope you enjoy!

Bot Buddy the Senior Seeker being a parental figure to Thundercracker, Skywarp, and Starscream

IDW

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Cybertronian reader

Buddy was one of the older seekers in the aerial troops.

If fact Buddy was probably the oldest bot in the Decepticon division. But despite being one of the older bots Buddy made it up with being an experienced flyer.

With their results it landed Buddy as one of Satrscream’s right hand assistant /teammate.

This meant that Buddy would be spending a lot of time with the Elite Trine.

“Buddy, reporting for duty, Starscream.”--Buddy

“Finally, someone who has some respect for the future Leader of the Decepticon army.”--Starscream

“Urgh.”--Skywarp

“Great another suck up…”--Thundercracker

“Well, isn’t that a bit ambitious isn’t it Stascream? Maybe not the future leader of the army—”--Buddy

“How dare—”--Starscream

“Don’t interrupt me Kid.”--Buddy

“Kid!?”--Starscream

“Nevermind I like this one.”--Skywarp

“Shush! Both of you!”--Buddy

“I was saying use your position to improve the lives of those who work with you.”--Buddy

“Now why would I do that!”--Starscream

“More kindness you spread the more kindness you’ll receive in the end.”--Buddy

“Buddy you might want to save your energy on that.”--Thundercracker

“Yeah, Screamer here doesn’t do kindness. I don’t think he knows the meaning of the word.”—Skywarp

“Worth a shot.”--Buddy

Enough time the Elite Guard had become too accustomed to the older bot being there all the time. Even after the war the Trine continued to have communication with Buddy.

Starscream wanted Buddy to stay on Cybertron as one of his advisors.

No offense to Rattrap but he isn’t the best bot to always have around. And he refuses to hang out with Windblade anymore than what he has to. Buddy does take time to visit Starscream whenever they are back on Cybertron.

“Screamer?”--Buddy

“Buddy?”--Starscream

“What are you doing?”--Buddy

“Having the mechs repaint your ship.”--Starscream

“Paint my ship?”--Buddy

“Yes, it was looking rather dull. Your ship shouldn’t have to look like that scrapheap.”--Starscream

“This isn’t a way for you to have me stay on Cybertron?”--Buddy

“No…”—Starscream

“Well then since I’m going to be here for a while, what’s going on between you and Windblade?”

“…”--Starscream

Buddy has made their home on Earth. It’s much more peaceful there now that the war is over. Buddy has to schedule meetings with Skywarp as his work has him moving all around with The GI Joe.

Skywarp likes it when Buddy comes over and races them around.

“C’mon Buddy best out of 25?”--Skywarp

“How about we take a breather? I can’t fly like I used to Skywarp.”--Buddy

“Aww! C’mon!”--Skywarp

“How about you tell me about that Rock guy?”--Buddy

“How about we take that breather.”--Skywarp

Buddy has to wait by themselves for a while to see Thundercracker.

9 times out of 10 Buster finds Buddy before Buddy has to try in finding Thundercracker. He gives Buddy a lot of copies of his screenwriting.

“Wow TC! This is a lot of screen writes.”--Buddy

“Yeah! I’m trying to get some of them to be produced soon!”--Thundercracker

“You seem to have a lot of good ideas here. But you might want to go over some of them again. I don’t think human’s have a last name like ‘Boyfriend’.”--Buddy

“I mean you can help me out as my editor. Just as a thought.”--Thundercracker

“Sorry kiddo, not my thing. I am however invested in how this one human having a crush on this other human that sounds suspiciously like Ms. Marrissa Farborne.”--Buddy

“Umm…”--Thundercracker

“And your love interest here kind of reminds me of y—”--Buddy

“HEY! Buster wants to play with you now! Isn’t that right Buster!”--Thundercracker

“Arf!”--Buster

Each seeker tries to keep Buddy longer each visit.

None want Buddy to leave.

Buddy never stays, but they always come back at the end of the day.

[transformersbrainrot]

He's the greatest screenwriter of our time if I'm being honest... 🥱🥱🥱

[pocoslip]

Its a Shame that Thundercracker never Questioned the Decepticon Cause in the G1 Cartoon like in the IDW Comics

(Okay, the Closest we got to Thundercracker questioning the Decepticons is in "Fire of the Mountain" when he starts to think the Autobots are Less Wimpier than Both Starscream and Megatron but he Never Betrayed them when he Thought they's Gone Too Far anyway)

[novafire-is-thinking]

Thundercracker, I love you for this.

[transformersarelikemagicalgirlz]

Hear me out— Shattered Glass is a fanfic written by Thundercracker to push his shipping agendas.

[revelboo]

That Thundercracker blip was pretty good, I think I detect a new seeker to add to my collection 👀

I see TC as the most affectionate of the Seekers, mostly based on the IDW comics where he adopted a dog and takes shockingly good care of it, being the ultimate doting pet parent. This mech needs someone to take care of, but instead of Buster, he latches onto you. I feel like he’d be just a hopeless romantic, and try way too hard. Go overboard.

Better Open the Door Pt 3

Thundercracker x Reader

• It’s stuck in his processor all day, that dance between the main characters as they grew closer from your movie. It’s a curious thing. Caught in each other’s gravity, struggling against each other, then coming together. Meant to be. He thinks of you, too. Curled against him, entrusting yourself to him. You’re so small after all compared to a Cybertronian. Fragile. You need him to protect you, you just don’t know it yet.

• He’s there waiting for you before you can even set up the little screen and projector the next Friday, just melting out of the woods with such little sound for something so huge. It’s the bush he has in his fist that you notice first though, he’s yanked up someone’s rose bush roots and all apparently. And he just grins down at you, kneeling to hold it out to you while you smile weakly, because what are you supposed to do now? He just looks so proud. “Hey, thanks,” You manage, rocking back to avoid the thorns. “Roses.”

• “For you,” he says, sounding pleased even as he realizes you can’t or won’t take the bush from him and finally sets it down. “You like roses, right?” He glances from the bush to you and back, that smile faltering somewhat.

• “They’re lovely,” you assure him because he looks so crestfallen. Someone is probably going to have a fit when they wake up to find their rose bush just gone, but he means well. When’s the last time a guy’s brought you flowers? Even if the guy is a giant alien. It’s kind of sweet and his smile brightens again. “I have a couple of different movies this time,” you begin, but he’s crouching, a huge finger sliding against the inside of your arm until it presses against your palm.

• Pleased at the feel of your hand on his, he has to resist the urge to scoop you up. It’s like holding hands, your little palm not quite in his. “Anything is fine.” Because as fun as the movies are, he wants to discuss them with you more, get your opinion. Hear you talk. And usually he pays attention to the movie, but as you get it started and wrap yourself in your blanket, he offers you a hand. And all of his attention. You hesitate only a minute, peering up at his face before settling yourself in his palm. It’s not even halfway over before you’re out. So tired. He’s not sure what you do during the day, but it’s clearly too much. Adjusting your warmth against his frame, he vents. You need rest. Someone to look after you. Keep you safe and happy. As he transforms oh so carefully around you to trap you in his canopy, he knows he’s doing the right thing. You need him, you just don’t know it yet.

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[krockdove]

I believe Thundercracker is not now in Earthspark because he is on strike as a writer.

[transingthoseformers]

Tarn geting fidigity but Megatron eyes still closed locks an arm around his hips and digs claws into Tarn’s treads. "Be still!" The command comes out in a low iratable growl that does spmthing rather primal in Tarn’s array. Tarn is trying his best to obey right up untill Starscream and Soundwave stride in. His mask is gone he's twitchy because Starscream is at his back and he can feel Soundwave's judgement.

Fortunately(or not) for Tarn and Megatron’s tattered dignity Starscream and Soundwave kick out (in some cases literaly)the piles of entertwined transgluid covered Decepticons surounding the throne with orders to get to the wash racks. Then, the lecture begins.

Megatron and Tarn are geting a lecture on the utter irresponsibility of sparking up a mech who's a sire. Because aparently between Tarn’s Vocalization of Ecstasy™️ and Pharma sending out carrier in need signals the entire Airforce went into a Rut enduced riot and the mecha nearest their frag fest fell into a Voice triggered-orgy.

Pharma has a new owner/master/keeper now. It's Thundercracker who won the fight to asist him. Starscream was otherwise occupied. (He nope-ed when Tarn’s modesty panel went shink. He realy did not want to see that.)

Tarn is very hungover and trying to process the discovery that he is a daddy and a mommy. The fact he's simultaneously trying to purge his memory the image of Vortex and Vos covered in each other's bodily fluids groping eachother on the way to the washracks and Devastator coming apart to lead a still blissed out Tesarus to the washracks for aftercare doesn't help.

Soundwave and Starscream being the responsible ones in the room today

Fjjifij oh? Pharma?

Ghhhggh Tarn. Megatron. what have you done.

hmm... Interesting. Thundercracker and Pharma dealing with each other should be interesting.

The glories of common valveplug anatomy, Tarn :)

Vos and Vortex have to be an interesting pairing, they'd get along in interesting ways

All of the constructicons, Tes??? Win

Love how even this early they're assuming Tarn's sparked up (he is, but still)

[tiny-tf-faces]

[airrr92]

My boy