#perceptor x reader

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Hello! I’ve always been curious about the “human in a space shuttle somehow ends up on a cybertronian ship and all the bots are trying to figure out what this random metal this is while the human is terrified” plot.

It would be interesting to see it played out with any character, but for the sake of direction, I’d like to request this with the Lost Light Crew?

It could be vore if that’s what you feel like wrong at the time, but I’d also go for some good ‘ol fearplay.

I apologize if this is too vague, have a good day/night and I love your writing!

Thank you for the request Glitch! I hope this is up to your expectations! I hope you don't mind that I picked specific members of the Lost Light crew to include in this story. Feedback is always appreciated! Have a great day/night as well! :D

Doctor’s (And Scientist’s) Orders

Pairing: IDW Ratchet, IDW Perceptor, and IDW First Aid x Human Reader

Word Count: 3115

Summary: You are a teacher who is being sent from Earth to a colony on Mars. A new life as an educator for the red planet’s children is on your horizon…until you are thrown terribly off course and end up in the bowels of the Lost Light. All seems lost for you when you find yourself injured and cut off from human society, at the mercy of the three Cybertronians who end up finding you and taking you in, whether you want them to or not.

The first thing you hear when you come to is the horrid screeching of your ship's alarms.

  You groan and sit up. Smoke and flickering emergency lights greet you when you open your eyes. Electricity sparks from the stasis tank you were asleep in. Gas spurts from the ceiling, and everything is strewn about with the chaotic air of a tornado that just tore through an entire town.

“Warning,” your ship’s AI urgently alerts. “Breach detected. Damage is collateral. Warning-warning-” It sputters and fizzles out.

  You rub the back of your head and feel something warm and sticky coat your palm. When you pull your hand back to take a closer look, you see blood.

  Shit. That’s not good.

  Standing up makes you feel like you are going to puke. Your head throbs and every breath you take sends piercing pain through your chest. Dragging yourself out of the stasis pod takes longer than it should while black spots dot your vision as you stumble to the dashboard and press your hands against it. “Run ship diagnostics,” you manage to rasp. The voice that struggles to exit your mouth is one you hardly recognize. It is thin and strewn with violent coughs. A metallic taste coats your tongue. More blood.

  The AI glitches as it attempts to answer you. “Severe damage to hull. Severe damage to engines. Severe damage to thrusters. Life support online, but rapidly depleting. Escape pod offline.”

  “Shit,” you breathe. “Try contacting Earth control.”

  “Communications systems offline. Attempting self-repairs. Current status…5%.”

  “How long until repairs are complete?”

  “Estimations indicate repairs will be completed in…5 days.”

  Not good. Not good at all. You push yourself away from the dashboard and take in all that has happened. This was not how the mission was supposed to go. When you were chosen to be sent to Earth’s Mars colony as a teacher for the young children growing up on the red planet, you thought it would be a smooth seven month trip with you peacefully slumbering away in stasis. You were supposed to be woken up by fellow human beings, not a devastating crash resulting in your ship being decimated. Something must have thrown you off course. A freak asteroid strike probably. Which begs the question…where exactly are you?

  Ignoring how much pain you are in, you hobble through the remains of the vessel and head for the airlock doors. They remain tightly shut when you make it to them, hiding the knowledge of where you are from view. “Open the doors,” you call out to the ship.

  “Warning. Remaining onboard is strongly recommended. Current exterior environment is unknown.”

  “Override. Open the doors.”

  The doors whoosh apart. You know there’s oxygen outside. If there hadn’t been, the ship would have prevented you from even entering the airlock chamber in the first place. Stepping off, you expect to see the barren landscape of Mars, or the alien environment of some other planet you might have ended up on. Part of you thinks you might still be on Earth; perhaps something went wrong with the ship before you could even break the Troposphere.

  What you see surprises you. You are in some sort of…massive cargo hold.

  Gigantic metal crates surround you, most of them exuding a pinkish glow. There are lights on the ceiling far above you, but they are dim, and serve little aid in giving you an estimate of just how large this place is. Turning in a circle, you feel awe fill you. “Yeah,” you murmur to yourself. “The ship definitely didn’t crash on Mars.”

  Speaking of your ship…you take in the damage. It's an absolute mess of warped, crippled metal doomed to remain collapsed on its side until self-repairs are complete. It would take days, maybe even weeks, for damage of this caliber to be fixed beyond the communications systems. With no way to contact Earth or Mars, you truly are stuck.

  You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Calm. You are calm. There is absolutely nothing to worry about. Yes, your ship is destroyed. Yes, you are suffering from critical wounds. Yes, you are in an unknown place with seemingly no way out. But you're alive. That’s what matters. And now you just have to survive for five more days.

  You hear thumping in the distance.

  It takes you a moment to register the pattern of heavy steps that are coming towards you. It’s something alive, you realize with dawning horror. Wherever you are, you have obviously made quite a racket, and now this planet’s local faunal residents are going to seek you out. There’s no way for you to know exactly what sorts of animals live here; any technology you might have used to your advantage is directly connected to the ship. With the ship offline, thus go the tools as well. You are completely in the dark, relying only on the little information about alien lifeforms you have to keep you safe.

  You don’t need that information to know you have to hide right now.

  You scurry back into the ship, biting back a shout of pain. God, there’s pain everywhere. How have you not passed out yet? Adrenaline does wonders for the human body, you sourly think to yourself when you have to lean against the wall to catch your breath. A hacking cough swells within your chest. When you cover your mouth with your elbow and release it, blood is splattered over your suit sleeve.

  That’s when you hear the growling.

  It’s unlike anything you have ever heard before. You’ve studied a multitude of animals. You’ve heard big cats roar, wolves howl, hyenas cackle, and birds screech. This is not a growl you can associate with any of those. It…holds similar qualities. But there’s something about it that remains blatantly off.

  It sounds strangely like the growl of a machine.

  You look outside of the airlock doors, and something huge lumbers out from behind a stack of crates. The first things your brain registers are its red and white armor platings, its bright blue eyes, and the horn-like finials extending from its forehead. It’s humanoid, yet possesses qualities that remove it from any such grouping. This thing is definitely not like you in any sort of way beyond having a face and walking on two legs.

  “It’s…a robot,” you whisper. It’s a giant fucking robot moving all on its own, and looking none too happy to be here.

  The mechanical creature snarls, lips upturning to reveal sharp canines that are probably longer than your arms. It hasn’t noticed you yet. Its focus is trained on the datapad it holds in its hands. Your mind is blown. This is obviously a member of a clearly intelligent race. Have you just discovered a new extraterrestrial species?

  The robot looks up. At first, its eyes scan the crates around you, and it doesn't seem to notice the little ship nestled between them. You remain still, prey instinct taking its course and demanding you freeze where you are. Hopefully it will just move on…

  It backtracks, and to your utter horror, it makes direct eye contact with you.

  Fucking shit, you think.

  The robot stares at you with an expression of pure shock. You stare right back with an equal amount of terror.

  It steps towards you. That’s all it takes for you to scream at the ship. “Close the airlock doors! Close them now!”

  The doors slam shut. You hear a shout from the robot, and everything shakes as it thunders forward. You stumble and fall with agony ripping through your poor body when you make contact with the floor. The cry that leaves you is riddled with pain.

  “A-Activate self-defense protocol!” you order the ship.

  “Self-defense protocols offline,” it says back.

  “Well, how long until they are online?!”

  “Estimated time equals…ten hours.”

  “That’s not enough!” you scream rawly.

  A gentle tapping echos from the other side of the doors.

  You push yourself back, heart pounding as you listen to the robot move all around you. It’s growling softly to itself, and you can hear it touching the ship, running massive mechanical fingers across the walls that act as the only barrier between you and potential doom.

  You don’t know what to do. Panic makes you frantic and you desperately try to think of how you can get yourself away from the monster outside. You have no way to defend yourself. You can’t even run. This thing wants you out, and you know it has the power to rip your ship apart in order to get to you if it wishes for it.

  Suddenly, everything rocks. Your stomach drops when the entire ship shakes and you feel it being lifted into the air. Realization of what is happening hits you: it’s picking it up. If it can’t get you, it’ll just have to take everything.

  “Nononono!” you cry out. The ship tips a little, and you slam into a wall with a grunt. “Stop!” You bang your fists against the metal. “Put it down! Put it down now!”

  The robot simply growls in reply. You don’t even know if it hears you. There’s nothing you can do to stop this. You slump back and cover your face as hot, helpless tears finally begin running down your cheeks.

  “What exactly is it?” First Aid asks as he peers down at the mangled hunk of metal sitting before them on the medibay berth.

  “It’s a ship,” Perceptor flatly replies with a silent “What else would it be?” evident in his tone.

  “This is a ship?” First Aid looks horrified. “But it's completely destroyed! How could it have gotten here?”

  “It must have crashed during our last refueling.” Perceptor lays his servos over the top of the ship, examining it closely. He huffs and straightens, looking at Ratchet. “Where did you find it?”

  “The cargo hold,” the medic replies. “I was down there searching for some extra medical supplies I know we have stored. I wouldn’t have seen it if it hadn’t been for what’s inside.”

  “There’s something alive in there?” First Aid gasps.

  “A human,” Ratchet replies. “It locked itself inside when it saw me.”

  “Impossible.” Perceptor shakes his helm. “Humans are an endangered species that only occupy a small sector of a primitive solar system. They don’t have the technology to make it this far out in space.”

  “Well, clearly they do. I know what I saw. These old optics aren’t that far gone.” Ratchet raps his knuckles gently against the ship. All three mechs have to lean in close so they can hear the soft squeak from inside.

  “How do we get it out?” First Aid asks. “It could be hurt!”

  “It is hurt,” Ratchet answers. “I saw it before it hid itself away. I don’t know how severe the injuries are, but I know it's in pain.”

  “Then what are we waiting for? We need to help it!” First Aid presses his forehelm against the ship and whispers softly. “Hello, little human? Please don’t be afraid! We aren’t going to hurt you!”

  A whimper is all he gains in reply.

  Perceptor crosses his arms. “I can force it out, but you won’t like how I do it.”

  “You can’t hurt it,” Ratchet sharply snaps. “That would be cruel.”

  “I’m not going to hurt it,” the scientist bites back. “I’m simply going to pump a nontoxic gas into the ship that will cause it to eventually lose consciousness. It will have no choice but to come out, and then we can go on from there.”

  “Are…are you sure?” First Aid wrings his servos nervously. “I don’t want it to be scared of us.”

  “Whether it’s scared of us or not doesn’t matter,” Ratchet says. “It’s injured, and if we don’t do something, it’ll succumb to those injuries. It’ll understand we don’t want to hurt it after we patch it up.” He nods to Perceptor. “Go ahead, smoke it out.”

  The scientist’s right servo transforms into a syringe. Ratchet watches with anxiousness churning in his tank as Perceptor presses his left index digit against the side of the ship and presses a small hole straight through with little resistance to stop him. A terrified shout from the human within causes First Aid to whimper.

  Perceptor sticks the upper part of the syringe into the hole, pumping gas into the ship and pulling it back out after a moment, wisps of vapor trailing from the tip. A few seconds later Ratchet hears a string of weak coughs from inside. There is a tense moment where all three of them stand there, and then the doors open and you stumble out with a cloud of gas nearly enveloping your tiny form. You wheeze into your servos, then notice the mechs staring at you and try sprinting right back into the ship. Perceptor cuts you off, slamming his servo down and pinning you under his digits before dragging you back even though you yelp and thrash. You squirm one last time in his grip before suddenly going limp.

  Perceptor gently shifts you to lie in the center of his palm. For a terrifying moment, Ratchet thinks you are offline when he sees how still you are with your optics closed. But then his sensors pick up on the rapid beating of your organic spark, and he relaxes. Not dead. Just simply unconscious.

  “Give it here.” He holds out a waiting servo. Perceptor hands you over; you are given a quick look-over as Ratchet scans your body. There is a nasty cut on the back of your helm, and your vents are gravely bruised with terrible red marks. “Internal bleeding,” he mutters. “As well as external wounds. The crash really messed it up.” He curls his digits lightly over you and brushes his thumb over your forehead. “Doesn’t have a fever though, which is good. Damage is minimal, nothing life threatening. I can have it fixed in a few hours.”

  “You know how to heal organics?” First Aid questions.

  “I’ve been around for a long time. War changes you. I’ve had my equal share of saving Decepticon-ravaged planets inhabited by organics as well as machines.” Ratchet walks over to another berth, being careful not to jostle you too much. “First Aid, go grab the restrainers. We’ll have to keep it still so it doesn’t accidentally hurt itself when it wakes up.”

  “You’ll have to keep it sedated too,” Perceptor says. “I can help with that. Just a little puff of the gas will keep it asleep.”

  “Thank you,” Ratchet says, then pauses. “Listen. Don’t tell anyone about this yet. I don’t want everyone flocking into the medibay and stressing it out. We could accidentally scare this thing to death if we aren’t careful.”

  “I won’t.” Perceptor nods. “Just…make sure it heals properly. I don’t doubt your expertise, but…” He looks down at you, and his optics soften. “It hurts my spark to see something so small in so much pain.”

  First Aid returns with the restrainer. It’s a small mechanism that runs on magnetic power, created by the Lost Light’s resident mad scientist, Brainstorm himself. Ratchet places it directly over your lax form. With a quiet beep, it presses lightly over your midsection, and magnetic bindings weigh down your ankles and wrists. Seeing you trapped like this makes him feel guilty. This obviously isn’t going to be something you will like when you wake up. But there’s no other way for this to go. You won’t understand his good intentions until he heals you. Until then, he has to keep you still.

  He grabs a small serum of glowing blue liquid and bends over you, gently pinching your little fleshy cheeks and working your intake open. “C’mon little one, drink up,” he whispers when he carefully forces the liquid down your throat. He sees your faceplate tighten with discomfort, but your throat pulses as you subconsciously swallow. “There you go. Good human, good human.”

  “What are you giving it?” First Aid asks.

  “Something I learned to make back in my early days,” he replies. “It heals from the inside. Works on both organics and machines.” He pats your cheeks praisingly and draws away. “There. That should help with the bleeding. It’ll be fine now. I’ll continue to monitor it over the next few days.”

  First Aid exhales a relieved sigh. Perceptor reaches out a tentative hand and brushes your hair away from your closed optics. “It’s so small…so soft…”

  “We have to be careful with it,” First Aid frets. “We don’t want it to break.”

  “Listen.” Ratchet’s tone hardens authoritatively. “I said this before, but I’ll say it again. We have to keep this between the three of us. Don’t tell anyone about a human being in here.”

  “But what about the captain?” First Aid asks. “Shouldn’t he know?”

  “The captain can’t know. If he finds out there's a human on the ship, he’ll go nuts with excitement and probably end up accidentally crushing the poor thing. Until I confirm it’s not going to drop dead at any moment, we keep it a secret. Got it?”

  Both bots nod. Ratchet nods with them. “Alright. I’m going to stay here and make sure it’s condition remains stable. You can come back tomorrow to check in on it and see how it’s doing.”

  Perceptor dips his head and leaves without another word. First Aid lingers, optics never leaving you.

  “It’ll be fine,” Ratchet reassures him. “I’ll take care of it. Go recharge.”

  It takes a lot for the other medic to step back and exit the medibay. Ratchet watches him go, then sighs and drags a servo over his faceplate. Becoming the caretaker of an injured organic lifeform was not something he had planned for today. Primus, how the hell am I going to tell Rodimus?

  A soft noise drags his attention away from the alarming thought of what might happen if the extroverted captain learns about his new “crewmate.” He looks down at you and startles a bit. Your eyes, foggy and unfocused, are staring right at him. There’s a fatigued expression of utter terror on your face that once again has his spark feeling like it's been ripped from his chassis and stomped on.

  “You’ll be okay,” he whispers to you. “I promise.”

  You close your eyes and let your helm loll to the side. Ratchet watches the soft rise and fall of your chassis for a few moments longer, then dims the medibay lights and returns to his previous work on the other side of the room.

  Never do you stray far from his mind.

[michaela-o]

Here’s some evening doodles before playing path of titans again😌❤️

I love the concept of human lialison on the Lost Light. Literally can’t get enough of it🥹❤️❤️

[megtrns]

not to sound insane but i'm bedridden at the thought of being intimate with these giant bots — no, not interfacing (although that's also great), but rather the nervous brushing of fingers against servos, the firm press of skin against metal, the bend and curve of muscle to cradle the shape of their armors. 

fort max, who came to life in the crux of war and violence, wiping a stray eyelash from the corner of your eye, servos faintly trembling as they tentatively cross the space between your bodies. unsure and afraid of hurting you, he tries not to exert too much effort, constantly reminding himself that just because his mass was displaced doesn't mean he didn't have the strength to tear mechs apart with his bare hands. his optics, garnet red under the distant starlight, soften the moment you lean your cheek against his open palm; the skin under his touch, smooth and organic and alive with a warmth he didn't know existed. 

brainstorm running his digits playfully over your face — tickling your nose, your chin, your ear — causing you to giggle against the pillows as he conducts a thorough examination for the purpose of 'science', using it as an excuse to 'stimulate your nerves' and make you smile. here, face to face with him above the mattress, with laughter embracing your bodies like a weighted blanket, you let him gently trace his servos across your lips. the scientist, drunk on studying you. 

swerve letting you throw your arms around his neck — body melting against his chest plates, nose already buried at the crook of his neck cables to express your sympathies. you were one of the few people who see through the chink in his optimistic armor, always trying to cheer him up even before he even realized he needs the comfort. and how can he not feel better already, when you were looking up at him like he hung the stars for you? 

perceptor catching himself in awe of human irises and the myriad of colors they take after. he thinks it's beyond fascinating that, for some, the eyes reflect the color of their seas, cerulean blue dissolving against white foam. and other times even the forest, their strange and halcyon woodlands dense with emerald trees that sway with the wind. but most curious of all, he thinks, is the color of the earth : darker than rust yet radiant like the sun — a shade that doesn't naturally occur on his planet, swimming like liquid gold behind your eyes.

megatron, elusive and distant, anchored by the delicate weight of your fingers above his servos. when he saw your hand sliding across your lap from under the metal table — using the distraction caused by whirl in the middle of a crowded night at swerves — to move closer to his, megatron had thought about stopping you. he thought about retracting his hand to excuse himself back to his hab-suite. but the ex-warlord is tired and worn, powerless against the sight of your affections. so he let it happen — and it was fleeting, only a brush and barely a touch. yet it went straight to his spark like a jolt of electricity. just like that, under your fragile, tiny hands, the mighty has fallen. 

[tinydefector]

Perceptor Rut cycle

Warnings: smut, cockwarming, heat/rut cycle, size kink.

Word count 1.9k

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Perceptor had busied himself with running more energon samples along with blood samples from multiple of the humans in hopes of being able to make a hormone blocker so that the scent of humans wouldn't affect the cybertronians as it had been. "How's the samples coming along for blockers?" The human sitting off to the side asked while another vial of blood was being drawn from them. Perceptor's optics flickered as he processed the question, his CPU momentarily struggling to focus on the task at hand. The scent of pheromones in the air was making it increasingly difficult to concentrate on his work. Despite his best efforts to maintain his composure, the primal instincts of his biology were beginning to assert themselves.

He takes a deep vent as he clears his vocal processor before responding, his voice slightly strained, "The samples are progressing as expected. The blockers should be ready for distribution soon, I'm just currently missing some vital components." Perceptor could feel the heat building within his circuits, a sensation that was both unfamiliar and disorientating. He's slowly with his steps towards the humans, servos shake slightly As he disconnects the butterfly needle. “Please hold pressure on your arm with a cotton ball until it stops, I wouldn't recommend Moving to much for a few minutes”

As he continued with his analysis, Perceptor couldn't help but steal glances at them. Their presence seemed to exacerbate his current state, their proximity stirring something deep within him, but he needed them in the lab so he had help testing the blockers. Their blood was one of the main focus points outside of sweat. As he continued his work, Perceptor couldn't shake the sickly sweet scent that emanated from them. It had his processor spinning and a deep whine leaves him as he shutters his optics and takes a moment to try and steady himself. Though the situation was far from ideal, he couldn't deny the strange sense of gratitude that welled up within his spark for their presence, they were risking a lot for him, and the autobots to help with the project.

After a few minutes they stand up and slowly make their way over towards Perceptor as he test the next blood samples with some other mixes in hopes that it would be the breakthrough with a strong mix. The first few ones he had made and tested had slowly been fading and he needed a way to make the effects last longer than an hour at a time.

Their eyes linger on the different vials that Perceptor had accumulated. "I never realised how pretty Energon is and the difference mixes with other elements" they hum while watching the different vials react to the different chemical compounds, metals and also their blood. "What's in this vial?" They ask while pointing at the main one Perceptor had been working on. Perceptor's systems buzzed with heightened awareness as they approached, their presence sending a jolt of electricity through his circuits. He tried to maintain his focus on the task at hand, but the intoxicating scent that emanated from them was proving to be a distracting challenge.

"This vial contains a mixture of cobalt, titanium energon compounds and supplements. I'm trying to find the best mixture to inhibit the pheromone reaction associated with the cybertorian mating cycle," Perceptor explained, his voice steady despite the tremors starting to rack his frame. “I've tested other compounds but this is the mixture which seems to be working the most effectively thus far, but I'm theorising a way to ensure it lasts longer or atleast a full cycle.

his vocal processor momentarily faltered under the weight of his internal turmoil. "Please... forgive my... momentary lapse in focus," Perceptor managed to say, his voice strained with effort. "The... scent... it's... quite potent." He forced himself to meet the human's gaze servo moving towards another vial of the much weaker mixture. He takes a mouthful of it before trying to focus back in on his lab results over the next batch.

They give him a worried smile knowing that there wasn't much either of them could do due to the situation. He needed them there for blood testing. They slowly rummage through their pockets pulling out a small container of nicotine pouches. "Doubt this will help but try it" they state while holding two of the pouches out for Perceptor to take. "You put them in your mouth" Preceptor's systems buzzed with gratitude. "Thank you," Perceptor replied, his voice tinged with a rare note of appreciation. He accepted the pouches with a careful nod, his fingers deftly taking hold of the tiny items before placing them in his intake.

As he allowed the nicotine pouches to take effect, Perceptor felt a sense of calm wash over him, the mixture of both the text blocker and Nicotine helped to at least calm his systems enough to get the stronger mix finished. A fleeting respite from the overwhelming desires that had been clouding his thoughts was a relief. His servos sake less as he works quickly with the next blood samples trying the main mix with some others. It's nearly two hours later before the effect begins wearing off again. As he worked diligently on the blood tests, his servos started to get shaky again. Preceptor's sensors heightened, the need to claim the human helping him slowly leaks its way back into his processor. “Time” he calls out as his assistant and test subject takes the time down. “Doing better than the last lot, you've gained an extra 36 minutes and 19 seconds” they reply.

Perceptor felt the familiar ache in his spark. And yet, as his sensors clamoured for him to take them as his mate, a part of Perceptor acknowledged the undeniable truth, he wasn't going to be able to get this batch finished in time. His own scenes were working overtime and his restraint was too.

"Percy?" They call out watching him with slight worry. "How can I help?" They finally ask and it makes a whine leave his vocalizer. He needed them desperately, He fought to maintain his composure, his plating shuddering with the overwhelming need that threatened to consume him. The pooling of lubricant in his interface array had him desperate for some sort of release. With a voice strained with desire, Perceptor managed to respond, "I... I don't know if... if you can help. The rut cycle... it's... it's consuming me."

"Sit down, open up, I'm gonna try and help you " they call out while moving closer to him. The moment their hands touch his plating it has him letting out a sharp vent, optics flickering as a keen leaves his vocalizer. Perceptor obediently sat down, his frame trembling. As he opened his interface panel, he felt a surge of heat radiate through him, as his spike pressurised, the anticipation of what was to come sending a thrill down his spinal strut.

his optics locked with theirs as they move over and climb into his lap, his back arches at the feeling of small hands against his spike a loud moan leaves him. "Is it gonna help you focus if I sit on your spike while you try and work?" They ask, but the sweet scent of their hormones, pheromones and arousal has his spike already weeping transfluid.

With a voice strained with need, Perceptor managed to respond, "I... I don't know if... if it will help me focus, but..." His words trailed off as moans again.

"Easy Percy, let me help you" they coo while discarding their clothing. They move back towards him grabbing his spike, They slowly tease it between their thighs before slowly sinking down onto it with a hiss. Their back presses to his chassis as a full body shutter racks his form. The sensation of their warmth enveloping him, has a choked noise of need leaves him.

"I'm going to sit here and you're going to work on the blockers, if it gets too much just let me know" they call to him as one of his servos moves to grip their hips, slowly grinds his spike into them. A whimpered moan leaves him as he slumps his helm to rest against their shoulder "Understood," Perceptor responded. His servo gripped their hips, guiding their movements as he slowly ground his spike into them slightly harder. His other servo busies itself with added other metals and powders into other vials.

And as he worked on the new formula, his spike grinding into the human with restraint, Little moans and gasps leave their lips with each grind from Perceptor, one of their hands grips the lens scope as he pulls them back down on his spike. Preceptor's other servo digs into the bench leaving a dent in the metal as he slowly bounces them atop his spike, the gasp, Moan and clenching hard around his spike.

"The missing elements..." Perceptor managed to mumble to himself, his voice strained as he pressed his lips to their shoulder. They throw their head back giving him more skin to lick and nip at, a pathetic whimper leaves them as he catches their lips in a hungry kiss. Perceptor's systems overloaded with a surge of primal desire His frame quivered with a raw, animalistic need as he deepened the kiss, With a low growl rumbling in his vocalizer, his grip tightened on their hip, pulling them closer to him as he allowed his instincts to guide him. The scent of their arousal, the taste of their lips, fueled the fire burning within him.

"Oh God!, Perceptor!" They cry out as he snaps his hips into them, the slick sound of his frame slamming into them has him purring in delight as they clench around him like a vice. Perceptor's vocalizer emitted a low, guttural growl at the cry of his name, he snapped his hips with rough urgency, each movement punctuated by the slick, intoxicating sound of his frame slamming into them. "So good for me," Perceptor's voice rumbled with desire. "Taking me so well." he couldn't help but purr in delight at the sensation of their tightness.

With each powerful thrust, he sought to imprint himself upon them, to claim them as his, Only his. They cry out loudly as he bites down on their shoulder, their orgasm racking thier body and they clench around Perceptor, sobbed moans leave them as he hits his own release. A guttural groan rumbling in his vocalizer, Perceptor reached the peak of his own pleasure, A loud snarl leaves him as he perks his hips into them dragging them back down as he lets out a hot vented air against their body.

They two stay locked against each other as they pant. Bright pink transfluid drips from them, down into Preceptor's lap into the chair they are both sat on. They let out a shaky breath before they speak. "I hope that helped '' they call out while rolling their head back to smile up at Perceptor. His systems hummed with contentment as they remained entwined in the aftermath of their passionate union. Perceptor's own optics softened at the sight of their smile. "It did," Perceptor responded, his voice a mix of gratitude and sincerity. When they try to pull away Perceptor grips their hips holding them still against his spike not ready to let go of them yet. “your going to say there until I've finished working” he mumbles to them as he presses a kiss to their shoulder

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[signedaiko]

Hey Aiko! Thanks for the HCs from the last request, I really enjoyed reading every word of them.

You know those math equations where they spell “I Love You” as the final answers?

Could I request HCs of [MTMTE/LL] Perceptor where Cybertronian![Reader] [Gender Neutral] has a huge crush on him and pretends to ask for his help with some equations when they’re actually confessing their love to him through the complicated numbers and symbols?

Happy Ending: He likes them back.

Perceptor X Reader [MTMTE]

In which Perceptor's lab assistant confesses in the numeric language they both work with.

Reader is: Gender Neutral | Cybertronian | Autobot. Romantic.

The science wing aboard the Lost Light had become your home the last couple of months

More specifically, Perceptor's lab, where you'd been handpicked by the scientist to assist him with research

It was a dream come true! I mean, whatever the quest the ship was on was, it was fun and all, but having read every last one of Perceptor's research papers and lab reports, it felt wrong to be the one picked to help

He was Cybertron's genius, the best of the best, and he wasn't weird about it either

Most days you'd stand in the lab, comparing and accumulating data relevant to his research, taking care of any specimen, and cleaning

Most commonly, you were tasked with chemical waste disposal; each chemical was different, and each process was longer than the last

Today, however, Perceptor tasked you with sorting through the 'other' portfolio of research data

It was a list of all kinds of extras that were never finished, tasks galore.

It was also the perfect opportunity for you to work closely with him, since he was helping you comb through it

"What about the anti-anti-matter gun?"

"Anything with the word 'gun' is just Brainstorm trying to get me to do his projects for him. Dispose of it."

While he handled the physical box of 'other' projects, you were sifting through the online database

Thankfully your job was easier because you'd been so distracted watching him across from you and mulling over your plan that you wouldn't get anywhere otherwise

Truthfully, you'd long since sorted through everything using a quick sorting algorithm, but you'd been pretending to keep busy as you contemplated the pros and cons of confessing to Perceptor

He was your boss; if he didn't feel the same, it'd be awkward working with him every day

But your work performance was dropping with all the time you spent staring at him and daydreaming of your lives together

"Sorry, Perceptor, one last question. What is this?"

It was an entry with one equation: 9x - 7i > 3(3x - 7u)

"Don't know; you can note what it solves and delete the main file."

"But what are we solving for?"

Your bait worked, and the scientist stood up to walk behind you, leaning over your chair to get a better glimpse

"Nothing, you're supposed to fill in for 'i' and 'u,' but you can simplify it."

He leaned further in to point at the brackets

"Multiply everything in there by three. Yes, just like that. So now we have 9x - 7i > 9x - 21u."

As funny as it was that he thought you couldn't calculate it on your own, you let him continue

"9x is then cancelled out on both sides, leaving you with -7i > -21u. just divide by three and then..."

"i <3 u"

"Yes, exactly, that's as simplified as you can get it until you identify 'i' and 'u'"

Your smile faltered, realizing he may have still not understood what it said

God, how could you have expected this to work?

"Thanks, Perc—"

"For example, you could substitute 'i' for 'Perceptor' and 'u' for you. Come on now, don't act like I couldn't figure out your game. You think so little of my intellect?"

When you turned to look at him, you realized he was looking at you rather than the screen, a cocky smile sprawled across his face

"I swear I don't; I was just—"

"Just what? Thinking I thought you couldn't solve simple operations? Thinking I would have 'forgotten' such a small equation in my data banks?"

You hid your face behind your hands to try and hide the blush, but Perceptor was already chuckling and pulling you up from where you sat

"Well, if it means anything..."

He reached to the keyboard, adding an extra character

'i <3 u 2'

Author's Note - I love this guy. What a fella, what an enjoyable cocky fella!!!! Thank you for requesting!

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Perceptor, Brainstorm, and human walking into meeting

Brainstorm: “Sorry about the tardiness, we were doing experiments.”

Human, looking all razzled up and smirking: “I’m experiments.”

[pinkanonwrites]

on the subject of bots and humans, there's an ep of g1 where perceptor makes a shrink ray. Imagine a bot using said ray to shrink to the size of their human lover, only to mess up and end up smaller than expected. The human gets to be the big one for once

Heeheehee <3 <3 <3 <3 I love it.~ G1 Perceptor is a great bot for this scenario, completely unprepared for how much the idea of him being action-figure sized would delight a human partner. And that's not just because his Studio Series figure is on my desk right now.~

The feeling of being grabbed and manhandled in such a manner is completely alien to him, and no matter how gentle you are with him he feels like your ability to carry him and force him into positions shouldn't arouse him nearly as much as it does in practice. It should feel terrifying to have his frame completely at your mercy, the tips of your now-massive fingers able to pinch and prod and bow his armor plating, forcing his legs apart, fondling his scope and his chassis. Instead the sensations leave him with an incredible headrush, buzzing with adrenaline and erotic tension like he's just stumbled off some horny roller coaster.

Other versions of Perceptor may be a bit more hard-pressed to admit how much they enjoy it, but G1 Percy (like many G1 iterations) is a lot softer round the edges emotionally. Get you a man who unironically says "Good heavens!" <3

[wifetomegatron]

perceptor wants to study you. afab!reader. nsfw! drabble. skirt mentioned.

Perceptor is a scientist. It is his job to learn. To observe. In many ways, when the situation calls for it, it is also his job to solve things. The most reliable questions to answer were equations, solid and truthful: numerical variables were tangible enough to pull apart and rebuild without straying too far from his reality. They only have one answer.

But you were different. A moving target that never stood still. Always changing and taking him by surprise. You were a blow to his ego. And that caught his attention. A beauty that had no source in his stout and unyielding world. The possibilities were endless.

He wants to drink you dry.

" Open your mouth."

His voice was barely short of a whisper. Do all humans have this ability to render sentient beings speechless, to rob the room of any sound? Maybe they are also capable of manipulating magnetic fields: of defying the laws of gravity to knock their opponents off their axis. That would be dangerous. It was a good thing that you didn't see him as a threat. Not when you were looking at his past your lashes, eyes coy — fingers drawing circles around his shoulders.

" My," You hummed, " How bold of you, Perceptor."

Have you always had this lilt to your voice? He searched his processor for a comparison — the water running down the creek back in your green organic planet, the lonely echo of bullets as they ricochet, the tentative hum of a spark as it reignites. None of them comes close. He feels sick. Dizzy. Maybe he needs to go and see Ratchet.

" Open your mouth, please."

He repeats himself. Voice surprisingly level, even though it felt like his vocalizer was going to snap. And that earned him a smile. He did nothing to warrant your laughter, and yet you indulged him like you always do. Tongue — pink and wet — peeking past the row of pearls you call teeth as you tilt your neck gently backward. His hand moved instinctively, dwarfing the back of your head for support. 

He pressed the pad of his thumb flat across the soft surface and felt the metal sink. Your eyes fluttered shut, legs, slightly parting to let him slot his body in between. He held you in place. Chest to chassis, the thin fabric of your shirt did nothing to hide the subtle race of your heart.

Sinew and muscle, humming, unlike anything he's ever heard. 

This is for science, Perceptor tells you, retracting his servos to pick up his PADD, mind bursting with a flurry of thoughts. He couldn't even remember what he wrote down. He will have to review it later. 

He runs a few more exams. Medical needs it. And yet he had offered himself to run them. He says it was also crucial for his research. 

What kind of research, Ratchet had asked him.

A personal one, he had replied.

No one stopped him, especially not when you were so eager to help.

He kissed you on the lips. Tentatively, once, twice. You sighed into his mouth. Lips soft. Too soft. He needed to know if you were just as delicate between your —

This is for science, Perceptor tells himself, already sinking onto his knees. You were a plethora of texture, so different from his biology. So far from the mundane. While he clings almost religiously to the dependable — facts, numbers, metal — the purest, rawest form of science is the unknown. He nudged your knees with his nose, wider, and you wordlessly complied. 

Every scientist is an explorer at heart. And what is more unfamiliar than the feel of your skin? 

Perceptor rubs up and down your thighs, feeling you shiver. His cooling fans clicked to life, reacting, responsive. And this pleased you. And you pleased him.

Prettiness is symmetry, all things in the right place. And yet you were an artifact of unknown beauty, with no origin, no source. All things have to start somewhere — stars were born out of gases, sparks out of a mass of positrons supercharged by energon. But where did you come from? So alien. So different.

If the Earth was your creator, then you must be molded out of clay, shaped by her gentle hands, not carved, for he was sure even under his touch you would break. That the slightest misplace of pressure would shatter and scatter you into pieces.

But humans were known to be resilient. He likes to call you generous instead. Ever so giving, ever so kind.

Today, you wore what you called a skirt. Isn't it pretty? He doesn't have much to say about its color other than that it was practical and worn with a purpose. An invitation.

You mewled in encouragement when he pressed a kiss square against the plush, wet slit of your cunt.

Perceptor is a scientist. It is his job to learn. To observe. In many ways, when the situation calls for it, it is also his job to solve things. And there is still so much he wants to learn from you. He wants to map every sensitive spot that made you gasp and writhe. He wants to chart every delicate twitch, every clench. And with your body arching atop his table — sweat dripping down your brow, you were his muse.

But make no mistake, this was a symbiotic relationship. You were also studying him, changing him. ( He was certain you've ruined him for anyone else.)

Perceptor knows he should have stayed as an objective observer, standing on the sideline. Yet you were a very seductive hypothesis, just waiting to be kissed to life. There was lubricant leaking down his chin as you reached your high, nails scratching the back of his helm. Objects cluttered off the table in the distance, yet he continues to drink.

You broke his idea of truth, and Perceptor lets you.

[onlyyvette]

★ DAY 5 - threesome | brainstorm & perceptor

kinktober 2023 - masterlist.

warnings: top/dom reader + sub/bottom brainstorm + sub/top perceptor + double penetration + overstimulation + dumbification + brainstorms tits are featured + slight humiliation + brainstorm is a kinky shit(perceptor is a secret kinkster) + brainstorm gets wrecked (*REAL NOT FAKE*)

a/n: is it just me or is stormy with his mask off literally gorgeous?? he was cute before but without his mask he's definitely top 10 prettiest transformers

You loved your two conjunxes oh so dearly. You loved it when they got engrossed in their nerdy science stuff, loved it when they bickered over silly things, loved when the three of you took the time to just talk about the things you enjoy, with mostly you and Brainstorm(really just Brainstorm) talking while Perceptor nodded and smiled. But of course, you also loved the debauched things you and your partners got up to in berth.

"Mmhhmm...Percyyy," Brainstorm whimpered into the open-mouthed kiss he was sharing with his conjunx. "Hmmnn..." Percy moaned into the kiss as well, lightly fondling the jet's wings. You were behind Brainstorm, watching carefully as your lovers sloppily made out. It was so cute seeing the two of them all over each other like this. While Stormy was busy kissing Perceptor, he pushed back his leaking valve against your spike panel, wordlessly begging for you to fuck him.

Taking the hint, you released your spike. It was already pressurized-- how could it not be? You moved yourself so that your chest was flush against Stormy's wings and grabbed him by the hips. He shivered, knowing what you were planning to do and opened his legs wider so he could properly receive you. "N-nhhn, [n-name], pl-- MhhnN! Nghh..." Whatever Brainstorm was trying to tell you was cut off short when Percy grabbed his chin and pushed his glossa into his mouth to shut him up.

Brainstorm squirmed in Percy's hold; how long were you going to wait before spiking him? He wanted to whine in frustration but he knew that acting out would only cause him to have to wait even longer. Finally though, he could feel your thick spike against his valve entrance an he whimpered in anticipation. "Stormy, you mind opening up your chestplate for me? I think Percy wants to see your cute tits," you croon into the jet's audials. He immediately released his refineries from there confinements and was taken aback by how quick you were to take on into your servo.

"Your tits are so cute Stormy! Too bad they're so small though," you gave him a fake pout as you rolled his nozzle between your digits. He let out a small squeak from your touch and your words-- his tits weren't that small! Though clearly, you didn't care about what your conjunx thought. You were to busy groping him and getting him worked up . "Percyyy, don't you wanna feel him up too?" you asked the sniper in an overly innocent tone. Having recently just been a viewer, he almost seemed surprised that you acknowledged him again, too busy admiring the two of you. Despite his slight surprise, he took Stormy's other breast and fitted his mouth over the nozzle.

"HnngGH! P-Percy, I-- Ah! Ahnn...n-no..." Brainstorm weakly protested against the constant stimulation of his tits. It was too much! Perceptor was suckling on his nozzle like his life depended on it and you were behind him cruelly pinching his nozzle while you nipped his wings. Worst of all, he could feel your still-pressurized spike rubbing against his valve, a constant reminder of how empty he felt. It was no surprise that Brainstorm overloaded so quick, letting an overstimulated mewl as his golden optics screwed shut. Even through his overload the two of you still didn't let up on. He kept futilely squirming in yours and Percy's grip, letting out more cute whimpers as he silently begs for you to finally fuck him.

Despite how badly he wanted you to spike him, he never actually expected you to shove your spike into him with no warning. "Guh---*Kzzh*--" Stormy's optics widened as he spat out static. He wasn't even close to being ready for your spike to impale him so quickly! His optics unfocused as he trembled through another overload just from you putting your spike into him. In front of him, Percy whined, not sure if he wanted to be the one spiking Brainstorm or to be the one you were fucking. "Don't worry sweetspark," you cooed to Percy, reaching past Brainstorm's frame and cupping his face into your free servo. "I'll give you what you want soon." And with that, you gripped Brainstorm's hips and started to harshly fuck into him.

"HaAHH! Unghh! [N-Name]! Pl-- Oh! Oohhh!" Stormy's spinal strut arched into you as you fucked his valve with a punishing pace. He could feel every bump and ridge on your spike dragging on all his sensitive node clusters and it was driving him mad, despite you barely starting what you had planned for him. Even while you were fucking Stormy's valve, you still had one servo on his breast, relentlessly feeling up the soft protometal and Percy had not yet let up on suckling Stormy's nozzle, as if he was desperate for energon to come out. Perceptor's panels were even released, his spike rutting on Brainstorm's midsection as his valve hidden from your view leaked lubricants.

Stormy overloaded a second time, even harder than the last as his vocalizer let out a loud squeal; barley anytime had passed since you shoved your spike into him yet he was cumming again, his pussy squirting all over your spike making it easier to make your spike kiss his ceiling node. "Ungh, hahhnn! Mnghh-- t-too mu-ugh, o-ohh!" Stormy could barely even form words from the brutal pounding he was receiving, the words dying on his glossa as he was jostled from each of your punishing thrusts. He thought that he might have even overloaded for a third time but it was so hard to think clearly through the pleasure washing over him. "Hey Percy, I think Stormy's wet enough to fit the both of us." Your words brought Brainstorm a bit out of his pleasured daze. The both of you were going to be inside of him? Perceptor's eyes widened before he positioned his spike against the jet's wet heat.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, ye-- A smile formed on Brainstorm's faceplate as he felt Percy's spike touch the entrance of his valve. He had hoping that this would happen since the three of you entered the berth and now he was finally getting his wish: he wanted to be split open on the two of yours' spikes and fucked 'till his circuits fried. Perceptor groaned as he pushed himself into Brainstorm's valve-- it was so tight! Even with all the extra lubricant the two of you had created it was still a tight fit for Percy, making the mech have to put more force into his thrusts, which only made Stormy wail louder.

At last, the two of you were snugly fit into your conjunx's valve. Stormy had a faraway look in his optics, like he was barely hanging on. His wings were trembling...matter of fact. his whole frame was trembling. His mouth was stretched open into a small "o", oral fluids seeping through his cheek cabling. He looked like a lewd mess and the two of you hadn't even started fucking him yet. Without any warning, you began to thrust into the plush valve enveloping your spike and Perceptor took it as an invitation to start moving as well.

"Guh--UNGHH---*Kzzhh*---AHH! *Ghzzk*--" Brainstorm's cries were so loud now that they were mostly being taken up by static. You were so glad that you soundproofed your habsuite so long ago. It wasn't easy for the both of you to efficiently fuck Stormy's valve with the way that his callipers kept cycling down on both the spikes stuffing him absolutely full. Stormy's optics began to roll into the back of his helm as his frame was rocked alongside the powerful thrusts of both you and Perceptor. While he let out overstimulated wails from the spikes dragging over his nodes and striking his ceiling node, he could feel his processor power slipping aways from him; it was so hard to think while the two of you were fucking his leg struts numb! Processor fried from spike, he felt his gestation chamber open up, allowing the spikes inside of him access to his forge.

Percy was the first to overload, letting out a loud cry as he spilled into Brainstorm's awaiting chamber. His overload caused Brainstorm to trip into his...fourth? Fifth overload? He wasn't even sure anymore, all he knew was that he might not ever stop overloading again. That was a thought that made him giggle a bit through his staticky mewls. It was those fucked silly giggles that made you overload last and spill into Stormy's gestation chamber. Stormy spit out static as he felt the rush of your combined transfluid fill up his valve and even escape a bit. He felt so...full. It was the thought of the transfluid still filling up his pussy that made him let out a few fucked silly giggles, twitching from the aftershocks of his intense overloads. Not a single thought was occupying his processor besides the spikes filling him up and making him all warm inside. Even though you had slightly depressurized and you were sure Percy had too, you still wanted to savour the tightness of your conjunx's valve. Just like that, the three of you laid in one berth, cuddling each other as you came down from your highs. You wouldn't be able to stay like that forever though, but it was nice to feel each other's warmth as you rested together.

[rvlse]

HI HI HIII!

Sooo Ive seen your first post and heard you're a new writer. So far Ive read the ES Bumblebee and its so cute!

Anywhooo, could you do Perceptor x reader? (Can be Cyberverse or MTMTE) Nsfw >:3

First of all, I am SO SORRY this took so long! I'm not going to lie, I barely know anything about Perceptor, so I had to do some research before writing this 😭

Hopefully I wrote this the way you wanted me to omg

Anyways...

(CV PERCEPTOR X READER)

WORD COUNT: 1924

WARNINGS: NSFW of course and kind of non-con? But not really?

You sat in the Ark’s lounge, stabilizers crossed, sipping something that probably wasn’t good for your pipes. This week had been a complete rollercoaster. Perceptor had been avoiding you like he didn’t know you - as if he couldn’t care less about you. 

It was funny, really, because these sort of things always happen to you. 

You were a former Decepticon. You’d only joined the Autobots about a month ago, but you felt like you had a pretty good reputation so far. Of course, being new meant there would be bots who would hate you no matter what you did, but you could handle that. 

Perceptor had actually been one of the first to break the ice with you. 

Naturally, if Perceptor thought something was safe, then so did everybody else. Within two weeks, almost every bot on the Ark was comfortable with you, enough to even call you a friend. 

But now, Perceptor just… distanced himself from you. It was annoying, really. Every time he saw you enter a room, he’d excuse himself and coop up in his laboratory. It confused you. The two of you had been so close.

Slamming your glass of mystery juice on the table in front of you, you decided you’ve had enough. Enough of Perceptor’s slag.

You stormed out of the lounge, anger flaring up your systems. How could he just abandon you like that? It wasn’t fair. You were going to teach him a lesson. One him and his body would remember.

The route to his lab was short and sweet. Turn right, left, go straight, destination on your right. You raised your servos to push open the heavy double doors… and then hesitated.

What would you even say when you saw him? Hey, I miss you, let’s frag? You shook your head and took a deep breath. Keep it simple.

You shoved the metal doors open, revealing Perceptor’s humongous laboratory, which was (to no one’s surprise) pristine and organized, no mishap in sight. 

And, of course, there was Perceptor, faceplates buried in a data pad.

At the sound of his doors being opened, though, he looked up. Upon realizing it was you that came inside his lab, he furrowed his brows and swallowed. Odd.

“Y/N? Is there something you need?” he questioned you, setting down his tablet.

You frowned at him, taking several steps closer to the scientist. 

“Yeah. You,” you spat out, blunt as ever. You’d been working on putting your Decepticon roots behind you, but they were really starting to show right now.

Perceptor’s optics practically exploded, and his jaw dropped in shock.

“Excuse me?” He spluttered, his monotone voice actually showing emotion for once. 

“You fragging heard me,” you growled as you stood threateningly in front of the mech. Two of your digits found themselves on Perceptor’s chassis, and you glared daggers at his face while those two digits walked slowly down his body.

Perceptor wasn’t much of a fighter. Everyone knew that. There wasn’t much he could do against you, and everyone knew that, too. 

So, he backed up, one pede after the other, servos up in the air. That didn’t stop you, though. You walked with him, forcing him against his lab’s wall, all the while your digits sliding down his frame.

“What are you so afraid of, Percy?” you mumbled, your tone low. 

“Scared I’m gonna hurt you?” you sneered.

Perceptor’s optics flashed down to the servo - your servo dragging down his front. He was panicking. Your digits were so, so close to where he wanted them to be. 

Truth was, he wanted you. Nobody knew. He didn’t and hadn’t planned on telling anyone, either. His work was too important. 

At a loss for words, he pushed himself against the wall as much as he could, and shook his helm no in response to your question. He’d never been in this situation before. What was he supposed to do?

You just scowled at him as your digits finally reached their destination. You groped his interface plate, making the mech jerk up in pleasure.

“Wha- what are you doing?” he managed to get out through gritted denta.

“I seriously wanna give you head right now,” you muttered, optic ridges furrowed as you continued to glare up at him.

At your statement, Perceptor could've sworn he’d blown a gasket. You wanted to give him what? Slag, it wasn't as if he was against it. 

But before he could even open his intake, you were already on your knees, servos pressed to his thighs.

“I don't think what you're doing is necessary-” 

Click.

His interface panel sprung open, his faceplates practically bleeding blue as his already pressurized spike emerged from its casing. He couldn't hide his arousal now.

“Y-Y/N- Please reconsider-” he didn't get to finish his sentence, his words replaced by a strained, held back moan as your lips touched his member.

You didn't give him any room to breathe, immediately going for the kill as you shoved his spike down your throat.

At the invigorating sensation, Perceptor’s servos couldn't help themselves but to reach for your helm as he let out another stifled whimper. You wasted no time, sucking and squeezing your mouth on him. 

“Y/N-” he groaned as you continued, his servos clenched on the top of your helm.

“Why are you doing- ah- this?” he tried to speak, finding that the sensations he was receiving were too strong.

You didn’t reply, mainly because you had a spike lodged in your throat, but also because it was embarrassing to admit you had a major crush on a bot while giving said bot questionably good head. It was kind of obvious, and giving how smart Perceptor was, he already knew.

Suddenly, you felt the mech jerk in your intake, and you knew he was close. You hadn't expected him to last long.

“P-please..” you heard him mumble.

Unintentionally, he started humping your face, pleasure building up in his tank. He gave one more final jerk, and then you felt his liquids fill your intake as he cried out in ecstasy.

You swallowed without hesitation, the salty yet sweet juices leaving an aftertaste on your tongue.

You removed yourself from his spike and sat back, licking your lips as you watched his face. He was panting, a complete mess.

“Y/N…” he started, looking down at you in awe.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” you spat out, your glare returning.

Perceptor’s jaw opened and closed. He was still so dizzy with pleasure he couldn't exactly grasp reality. And then it clicked in his processor. He hadn't meant to make you feel like you were being avoided. 

“I…” he took a deep breath. Admitting this could go one of two ways.

“Y/N, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have avoided you,” he apologized.

“The reason being… I am compelled by you, Y/N. I always have been, from the moment we met. However, my emotions often got in the way of my experiments and studies, therefore I felt there was no other choice but to… distance myself from you.” He concluded, a deep blue blush on his faceplates. He knew you reciprocated his feelings, but voicing his own out loud felt rather embarrassing.

Your optics widened and your optic ridges furrowed. Was he fragging serious? He was scared of his feelings? You sighed and rose to your pedes.

“Okay. Make it up to me.” You replied.

Perceptor blinked at you.

“I’m sorry…?” he gawked.

You remained deadpan, servos on your hips.

“Make it up to me, Perceptor. Show me how much I compel you,” you demanded, still glaring at him.

He was at a complete loss for words. No doubt he knew exactly how to please you; most of his studies were literally about cybertronian anatomy. He'd done some research. He just didn't know where to start. 

Sensing his hesitation, you decided to help him out. 

Grabbing his servo, you gently moved it so he was holding your waist. 

He watched you with curious optics, clearly nervous.

“A-are you sure-”

“One hundred percent.” you cut him off.

Swallowing, he obliged to your will, and brought his other servo to your waist as well. Taking a deep breath, he slowly backed you up, letting your backstrut press against his work table. Within seconds, you were lifted atop of it, and without further hesitation, Perceptor took a calculated risk and pressed his lips against yours. You immediately kissed him back, although he didn't really know what to do with his mouth.

His servos roamed your frame, traveling from your shoulders to your aft. You let a whine out into his intake, letting him know he was doing a decent job.

Motivated by your sounds, he broke from the kiss to focus on getting your interface panel open. You let out another moan as you felt his digits toy with your lower half, your panel sliding open at his teasing prompts.

After taking a long look at your drenched valve, Perceptor took two digits, tested the waters, and then slid them inside you.

You let out another groan, throwing your helm back as he explored your depths.

He stretched you out, curling and unfurling his fingers, spreading and pushing against your walls. Unbeknownst to you, he knew exactly which points to hit. Exactly how to make you arch and desperately grip the table for stability.

You already felt a knot of pleasure building up in your tanks. You normally lasted a slag ton longer than this, so to say he was amazing was an insulting understatement.

And then, just before you could start to see stars, Perceptor pulled his digits out.

All pleasure fading away, you whined when you felt him pull back.

“What’re you-” you started, only to be cut off by the scientist.

“I don't want to overwhelm you by having you cum twice,” he stated simply.

In confusion, you opened your intake to protest, but before you could, his spike was pressed up against your valve. Frag.

You immediately shut your mouth, swallowed, and sat back. Sure, he was big in your mouth, but you hadn't thought about how he would feel inside you. 

Perceptor watched your expression, waiting for permission to enter you, and you nodded in response. You hadn't wanted something more than you did right now in your entire onlining. 

The mech lifted his servos to your waist to gently position you where he wanted you, and then he slowly pushed in.

My Primus, that felt good.

He fit you perfectly. 

Perceptor mumbled something, a mix of moans and words, but you were too high on ecstasy to understand him. The scientist thrusted in and out of you, each time hitting that one spot over and over again. In no time, your optics were in the back of your helm and you could've sworn Perceptor had never done this before. 

You were so close to screaming his name so loud every bot on the Ark would know exactly what was going on. That fantasy was cut short, though, as the mech captured your lips in another clumsy kiss.

“Perceptor-” you mumbled against his lips.

“I- I love you,” you confessed absentmindedly. You couldn't even think straight right now.

And, just like a truck, your high hit you. Your walls clenched on his length, and apparently that was all Perceptor needed to follow your lead.

The both of you panted, absolutely exhausted, but the scientist still had one more thing to say.

“I love you, too, Y/N.”

If you made it here I appreciate you for reading this. Stay strong and you can achieve anything you put your mind to, I'm proud of you <3

[ikkosu]

THE CAT-INATOR

summary : Brainstorm accidentally blasts you with a ray gun and now you've got cat ears, a tail and feline embedded mannerisms. Perceptor is at lost for words.

warnings : fluff. short lil drabble (?)

You glare at the mirror. A clear visage of your narrowed eyes, crinkled nose and upturned cat ears greets back despite your surreal belief in it's plausibility. Oh, right. You've got fangs. Cute dainty little fangs. Good for biting. God, how can a simple jog pass the laboratory led to this unexpected outcome?

Yet again, predictability is not the lab's strongest vice.

"Brainstorm." Perceptor wasn't even mad.

He stood before the source of his misery, a servo clamped, kneading his face. They're both regarding their subject on the desk,who's busy pawing the mirror like you're trying to claw out your tail from that angle.

"I can't begin to imagine how you're able to...to....do precisely what you did right now. Look at her. Just look. What have you done?"

Brainstorm doesn't know what to say, and while he did turn his, ah, little human friend into a domestic pet, he settled on (with caution, Perceptor's under-optics are twitching again. Not a good sign). "Well, you see. I was a bit curious. A smidgen, tad curious—

"Of course. The lovely appeal of generic curiosity. It's only now, you're curious? First it was that bomb you insisted on bringing along our travels—"

Here we go again

"— and now, how you even manage to build such a ray gun is beyond my understanding of your capabilities."

"Hear me out! You see molecules? On a surface level they're intact, right? so what if I delved deeper and altered their existing entity to change them into—"

"A domesticated cat of all things?!" Youre now pawing at Barinstorm’s wings, about to make a grab for the edge if it weren’t for his servos clamping on your waist and hauling you onto his lap. His digit finds the underside of your jaw, tickling the spot as he coos at you. Preceptor grimaces at the display. He’s really not bothered one bit. If anything, the chaotic scientist seemed to be enjoying this new turn of event, yellow optics crinkled with delight, punctuated by his next remark.

"Hey, c'mon Percy. It's not so bad is it, eh?" You let out an involuntary purr when Brainstorm's servos skims over your head, scratching your hair. “It’s a new discovery! Can you imagine how our expeditions, missions, or whatever you call them, would proceed if advanced by this sort of cloaking technology? Disguise but call it authentic!” He gives your nose a little tap. You mewl, scrunching your face.

"You turned her into a feline cat and the ray is damaged! That's the problem, brainstorm. Is she even human anymore? I— forget it. From now on, I am no longer enforcing you to look after the liaison. In fact, i’ll—“

When Perceptor marches close to scrutinize your new 'change' in appearance you jump from Brainstorm’s lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, curl yourself under his neck and purred. Perceptor visiby sags.He can't deny the endearing pulse in his spark. He finds himself faltering and he groans in disbelief at that fact.

"Oh for Primus sake."

[michaela-o]

Okay not really an art post but i was just thinking about the whole 'humans are cute' mixed with cybertronians thing and here's what i'd like to add :]♡ ( this is my first ever writing post sorry if it sucks :[ )

Okay so i imagine most cybertronians being almost always kinda stoic and more serious-faced because of all the war that has been going through their lives for dozens of years (but of course there are exceptions <3 ) but imagine cybertronians just observing those little creatures called humans and them being excited and curious about almost ANYTHING that they find or how clever they can be or how they can give to a simple rock so much meaning :3

( i picked IDW Perceptor for this one <3 )

Reader: " Wow...look at this beatiful piece of amethyst Perceptor !" *proceeds to show him in their small hands holding it up to him*

*Perceptor lowers his helm looking mostly confused, back and forth at the purple rock and the excited little human*

Perceptor: "It's just a simple mineral form from your home planet."

Reader: "But it's so shiny and purple and pretty! I'm gonna keep this one on my special made shelf." *they held it close to their chest pure adoration on their face*

*he still didn't understand what the human saw in a simple purple colored mineral but for the sake of them being just adorable he let them be*

Perceptor: "Err..yes very pretty indeed."

[anxi-writes]

I gotcha anon ;) this uh might be a little bit more suggestive than what I usually post?? So be warned

• WARNING: MILDLY SUGGESTIVE • FLUFF •

Rodimus

You snuggled up to Rodimus on his berth as the two of you watched a movie. Swerve claimed that he managed to find a human romance movie that wouldn’t completely bore Rodimus. And y’know he was actually right, not that you doubted him or anything. Okay maybe a little?? He did seem to like more boring clique stuff so for him to recommend something that wasn’t was a surprise.

The two of you watched the movie intently as the main lovers leaned into eachothers touches. Rodimus watched as one of the pair began to nibble and kiss at their partner’s tender skin. You could pretty much tell what Rodimus wanted before he acted upon it. That big mischievous grin of his always gave everything away.

Rods shifted into a more comfortable position, leaning over your form with nothing but love for you in his optics. You can’t help but grin at him in return. Oh how contagious his wonderful smile was. The mech pushes forwards, his lips coming in contact with your neck. Your sensitive neck. You let out a yelp and quickly turn away from him causing him to pout. Primus… you must be a blushing mess right now.

“S-Sorry, that’s kind of a sensitive spot,” You mumble, your face plates heating up even more as you bring yourself to look back at him. Of course he’s now back to grinning at you cheekily.

Perceptor

Perceptor tinkered away at a current project whilst you sat a metre or so away from him. You always admired his work, the carefulness and detail he put into everything astonished you. But his work was nothing compared to him, you admired his every being. The way his servos glided across knobs and cables sent a shiver down your neck cables. And the way he would look up at you ever so often made your spark flutter.

That’s it, you needed to get up. Eagerly, you walked over to your lover and gently pressed a servo onto his hip. Perceptor stopped working as soon he felt your servo on his hip. He tilted his head in your direction letting you see the small smile forming on his face. His project was the least of his concerns now for he was only focused on you, only you. Percy turned around fully to face you, your servo lazily slipped off of his hip but he gently guided your servo back onto where it was sitting before. You chuckled softly at his actions, letting the genius take the lead.

Suddenly, he leaned down and gifted you with a kiss to the neck. You yelp in surprise and quickly hold a servo over the spot where he kissed you. A curious expression forms on Perceptor’s face, as if observing an outcome to a new experiment.

“You’re sensitive in the neck area? I didn’t know,” he speaks softly to you as his servo ghosts over your servo on your neck. Your servo is replaced with Perceptor’s once you drop your arm down from your neck cables. He rests a few digits on your neck with awareness, despite his servo barely being there it feels like the warmth from his servo is covering all of your neck. It isn’t long before he presses another delicate kiss to your neck which definitely makes your faceplates heat up.

[tinydefector]

The last chapter "human's effects" was great, so you couldn't do it with brainstorm NSFW/SFW either.

@rosielecktor

Human effects 16- of Scientists

Word count: 2.9k

Warnings: talking of trauma, flirting.

Next Chapter will be Brainstorm, Perceptor Smut chapter

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 The ambassador had gotten busy talking with Perceptor, they honestly didn't spend a lot of time in the Labs with him and Brainstorm only having occasional passing chats with each other but after everything with Traxies they had found a slight comfort talking with them about it.

 "Has Traxies been alright when he's been working with you too?" They ask the two mechs. Perceptor's optic gleamed with contemplative concern as he regarded the ambassador, weighty silence hanging thick between them for several moments. When at last he spoke, his voice was measured, tinged with a rare uncertainty.

"I confess, we have not observed any...overt signs of distress from Traxies during his time in the laboratory. He has remained focused and professional in his duties." The scientist paused, fielding flickering with faint unease. "However, since his accident he hasn't been very forthcoming with details, he is still very dedicated to his work"

Brainstorm, ever the more animated of the two, leaned in conspiratorially, field pulsing with curiosity. "Yeah, the little mech's been keeping his cards pretty close to the chassis, y'know? Doesn't really open up about what's going on in that big processor of his. Starting to worry me and i'm sure Ratchet isn't taking it well"

The engineer's optics dimmed as he regarded the ambassador shrewdly. "Though if I had to guess...I'd say he's probably got a lot on his mind. Things like that don't just roll off a mech's back struts"

Perceptor nodded in agreement. "Indeed. I can only imagine the turmoil he must be processing." The scientist's gaze grew distant, as if contemplating the weight of such revelations. 

"You guys didn't happen to see much after the accident with the cyber flower?" The ambassador asked, Before sighing. "He's... he's been locking himself away since he came back with the large shuttle Mech. It got to the point Ratchet had Megatron to step in" they explain.

Preceptor's optic widened slightly at the ambassador's words, and he exchanged a concerned glance with his colleague. Brainstorm's field pulsed with a mixture of surprise and sympathy as the ambassador relayed the situation.

"An accident with the Ciprua," Perceptor murmured, his processor whirring as he recalled the incident. "I'm afraid we didn't witness much after Traxies' temporal displacement. The laboratory was in a state of some disarray, and he returned shortly thereafter..." 

The scientist's brow furrowed as he considered the implications. "If he has been isolating himself since then, and required Megatron's intervention..." Perceptor trailed off, clearly troubled by the thought.

All three of them go quiet thinking about it, Perceptor himself didn't quite trust Megatron, yes the war was over but after everything that had happened the scientist turned sniper still had a lot of issues trusting many mechs. But the next words out of the ambassador's mouth nearly freeze The two mechs in their place. 

 "What can you guys tell me about Shockwave?" They inquire. Perceptor's field pulsed with a somber cadence as the ambassador broached the subject of Shockwave. Brainstorm's own field flickered with a more tangible unease, the engineer's gaze dropping momentarily.

"Ah, Shockwave..." Perceptor began, his vocalizer heavy with the weight of history. "An unspeakably tragic figure, in many ways. A once-brilliant mind, warped beyond recognition by the cruelties of the past." The scientist's optic dimmed as he recounted the grim details. "As you may know, Shockwave was the victim of the Functionalist Council's barbaric practice of Empurata - the forcible removal of one's hands and face. A fate worse than deactivation, intended to strip an individual of their autonomy and identity."

Brainstorm shifted uncomfortably, at the haunted echo of the past. "And that was just the start of it. They didn't stop there - they also subjected him to the horrors of Shadowplay. Reprogramming his very processor, erasing his memories and personality… They messed him up good, he used to run the Jhiaxian Academy, I studied there it's where Perceptor and I first met” 

The engineer's voice grew quiet, thick with visceral revulsion. " the council, Proteus and Sentinel twisted him into a cold, calculating machine - all the compassion and spark-fire that made him who he was, gone in an instant." He explains snapping his digits as if to show how quickly it happened. 

Perceptor nodded solemnly, his optic reflecting the weight of that tragic history. "What Shockwave became, the Decepticon he transformed into... it was a perversion of his true self. A shell, bereft of the warmth and loved Senator that so many once loved, now if you were to say his name everyone knows him for only what he became."

The scientist's field rippled with a somber empathy. "It is a fate I would not wish upon any mech. Traxies bears a heavy burden, being the progeny of such a profoundly wounded spark." The Ambassador stiffens eyes wide for a second. "You know that Traxies Is his?" They asked almost in disbelief. They didn't think anyone else outside of a few mechs knew.

Perceptor and Brainstorm exchanged a weighted glance, their fields pulsing with a quiet confirmation. It was clear they had pieced together the truth long before the ambassador's revelation. "Yes, we... suspected as much," Perceptor admitted, his voice measured and thoughtful. "The resemblance between Traxies and the Senator is quite striking, even in the limited images we've seen. And his innate aptitude for the sciences, his fascination with the botanical… it nearly mirrors Shockwave's" 

The scientist trailed off. "It did not take much for us to put the pieces together. We've kept this knowledge closely guarded, out of respect for Traxies and the gravity of his lineage. Shockwave Was a a great mech in the worlds of Science, and that mechlet doesn't deserve to be known for the mech Shockwave became"

Brainstorm nodded, sorrow written across what was visible of his face. "Yeah, the kid's been through the Pit and back. The last thing he needs is the whole world knowing he's related to Shockwave of all mechs, you know?" The engineer leaned in, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur. "Primus knows what kind of slag he's had to deal with, growing up with that kind of shadow hanging over him. We figured it was best to let him come to terms with it in his own time."

Perceptor placed a reassuring hand on the ambassador's leg gently. "Rest assured, we will continue to guard this secret, and provide whatever support we can to Traxies, its the most we can do for the memory of the real Shockwave. He need not face this burden alone."

"I think most of the ship is figuring it out. Traxies didn't find out until Optimus dropped the bombshell on him, Ratchet's been trying to calm the kid down. And it gets worse" they sigh sitting down on the table. Perceptor and Brainstorm exchanged a troubled look, their fields mingling together bouncing their energy off each other as the ambassador revealed the full scope of the situation.

"Primus..." Brainstorm murmured, his optics widening with dismay. "The poor bitlet didn't even know? That must have been a real sucker punch to the spark..."

 "And Ratchet is attempting to provide comfort and stability in the wake of such a revelation. I can only imagine the turmoil Traxies must be grappling with."

The scientist's brow furrowed as the ambassador mentioned that it could get worse. "Worse?" he repeated, dread lacing his tone. "What further revelations could possibly compound the burden Traxies now bears?"

Brainstorm leaned in, his field pulsing with a mix of concern and curiosity. "Yeah, spill the energon, what else is weighing on the little mech?."

" Traxies outlier ability, he can jump through time and space, he ended up on earth that's where he met Rattler, but Rattler had a human with him. They all ended up back in pre war Cybertrons from what I understand. The young man with them got taken. And that young man happens to be or well becomes Traxies… Traxies Dad, he's the human from the photos with Shockwave" the ambassador explains.

 "I only recently found this out, but at the moment Traxies blaming himself for what happens to Shockwave and his Dad" Perceptor and Brainstorm's fields flared with shock and dismay. Preceptor's optic widened, the gears of his processor visibly whirring as he attempted to fully grasp the magnitude of the situation.

"Time travel?" Brainstorm breathed, his voice laced with a blend of awe and trepidation. "The kid can time travel? Primus, no wonder he's been through the Pit and back..."

 "And now he blames himself for the fate that befalls his own... progenitor," Perceptor murmured, his voice tinged with profound sorrow. "The weight of such a burden is unimaginable."

"He's with Megatron at the moment" the ambassador says trying to stop them both. " he.. he just needs some time, surprisingly Megatron's rather good with him, didn't take the Ex warlord to be good with Kids, he's really pissed off at Optimus for keeping secrets from Traxies and I think Megatron might revoked his parol to Shoot Optimus for Traxies" the ambassador sighs, they look extremely tired and like they just want to melt away. 

Perceptor's field flared with a protective surge as the ambassador mentioned Traxies' proximity to Megatron. But the scientist's movements slowed as the ambassador continued, a flicker of understanding passing through his field. "Megatron..." Perceptor murmured, his optic narrowing with contemplation. "I must admit, I did not anticipate such a... compassionate response from him, given the tumultuous history between our factions."

The scientist's gaze softened with empathy as he regarded the weary ambassador. "Huh, whadda ya know? Mister Big 'n Scary ain't completely heartless after all." The engineer's expression gentled as he regarded the ambassador. "Guess the kid's in good servos for now, then."

Perceptor nodded in agreement, his optic shining with a steadfast reassurance as he moved to place a comforting servo against the ambassador's side. "Then we shall trust in Megatron's discretion, and await the opportunity to offer our own support when the time is right."

"Just don't like seeing a kid hurt, even if he's like a three million year old alien robot kid" the ambassador chuckles leaning into the large servo currently cupping their side. Perceptor and Brainstorm were momentarily taken aback by the ambassador's uncharacteristic display of physical affection, their systems whirring as they processed the unexpected intimacy.

Perceptor flickered with a faint hint of flustered surprise, his field pulsing with a subtle warmth as the ambassador leaned against his palm. "Ah, well... yes, indeed," the scientist murmured, his voice slightly strained. "Traxies is quite a remarkable individual, despite his young age. It is only natural to feel compelled to protect him."

Brainstorm's cooling fans kicked into overdrive, the engineer's field radiating a mixture of bashfulness and a faint flicker of curiosity. "Uh, y-yeah, definitely," he stammered, offering the ambassador a slightly lopsided grin. "The little guy's got a big ol' target painted on his back, what with that whole Shockwaves Sparkling and time-travel thing and all. Gotta look out for him, you know?"

The scientist and engineer exchanged a furtive glance, their processors whirring as they tried to maintain their professional composure in the face of this unexpected display of intimacy. It was clear that the ambassador's actions had caught them off guard, their systems seemingly struggling to regulate the surge of sensations.

"W-well, in any case," Perceptor continued, clearing his vocalizer in a vain attempt to regain his usual measured demeanor, "you have our word that we shall do everything in our power to look after Traxies."

the Ambassador's eyes shoot open when they hear the internal fans, if it was any other person they wouldn't have even acknowledged it, but the Ambassador had heard the workings of the fans enough from Ratchet, Drift and Sunstreaker to know what it was. "Oh my God you two are as bad as Ratchet and Drift!" They laugh hearing the heavy sound of their internal fans. " Let me guess you both also saw the pinup photos on the hololink?" They tease, trying their best to catch the two scientists off guard.

Perceptor and Brainstorm's fields flared with a surge of embarrassment, their cooling fans audibly kicking into overdrive as the ambassador's teasing words struck home.

Preceptor's optic flashed with flustered dismay, his normally composed demeanor crumbling as he sputtered a response. "P-pinup photos? I - we, that is to say, I have no idea what you're referring to!" 

Brainstorm, on the other hand, was practically squirming where he stood, his field betraying a distinctly guilty edge. "Uh, yeah, w-what Perce said! We were just, uh, y'know, doing our sciencey thing. Totally not ogling any, uh, inappropriate content or anything. Nope, not us!"

The engineer's optics darted nervously, his cooling fans whirring at an almost comical volume. "I mean, come on, do we look like a couple of overcharged, hormone-addled teenagers or something?" Perceptor fixed Brainstorm with a scandalized glare, his field pulsing with a clear warning to shut his vocalizer before he dug them in even deeper.

The ambassador's amused laughter only served to further the scientists' embarrassment, their systems practically whining under the strain of their heated reactions. It was clear they had been thoroughly caught off-guard, their usually professional demeanors crumbling in the face of the ambassador's teasing.

"Uh huh, is that what you tell yourself after your ogling last time I was in the lab, plus I'm also aware of some of the ranchy stuff you have said to other mechs Brainstorm about your 'human-fragger’ interest, I have eyes and ears everywhere" they state with a sly smirk on their lips. 

mortification spreads across their faceplates, their cooling fans whirring at a deafening volume as the ambassador's teasing words laid bare their not-so-secret indiscretions.

Brainstorm's optics widened in abject horror, his field radiating a palpable blend of embarrassment and indignation. "W-what?! How did you - I mean, I don't know what you're talking about!" the engineer sputtered, his vocalizer practically glitching with the strain. Perceptor, for his part, looked absolutely scandalized, his optic narrowing to an incriminating slit as he fixed the ambassador with a disapproving glare. "I must insist that you refrain from spreading such...unfounded rumors," the scientist hissed, his field pulsing with a clear warning.

"Oh, I think we both know those rumors are anything but unfounded," they huff in amusement, their voice dipping to a sultry register that sent the scientists' systems into a fresh tailspin. It was clear the ambassador had the two brilliant scientists thoroughly enthralled, their usual intellectual prowess reduced to a flustered, hormone-addled mess in the face of the ambassador's relentless teasing.

"Relax, I'm aware that more than half the ship is interested. You two aren't the first, I just thought it was rather funny to fluster your fanning systems." They tease. "You mechs aren't very subtle about your interest, Ratchet was the one who actually had the boldness to ask for more than pics" they hum in a delighted voice. 

Perceptor's field flared with a conflicted mixture of mortification and begrudging acceptance, his cooling fans still whirring at an elevated tempo. "I... see," the scientist murmured, his voice strained as he averted his gaze, unable to meet the ambassador's amused stare.

Brainstorm, on the other hand, squirmed uneasily, "W-wait, so you're saying... Ratchet asked you for more?" the engineer blurted, his optics wide with a mixture of shock and undisguised interest. Perceptor shot Brainstorm another scandalized glare, his field lashing out with a reprimanding pulse. "Brainstorm, really? Must you blurt out such... inappropriate inquiries?" the scientist hissed, his tone dripping with disapproval.

But Brainstorm was undeterred, "What? I'm just curious, that's all!" the engineer insisted, his gaze darting between Perceptor and the ambassador with barely contained eagerness.

The ambassador's amused chuckle only served to further fluster the two scientists, their fields radiating a heady blend of desire and trepidation. It was clear they were both thoroughly captivated, their usual intellectual prowess reduced to a flustered, hormone-addled mess in the face of the ambassador's tantalizing revelations.

The Ambassador smiles at them, shaking their head watching the two mechs argue. "You two are quite adorable when you bicker" they call to the two scientists.

"Well I guess I better be going again, thank you for letting me vent about everything, oh and we will be arriving back at Cybertron in I believe it's an Orn? Whatever your equivalent, of 2 weeks is" Perceptor reluctantly helps the ambassador down to the floor

Perceptor and Brainstorm's fields flared with a mixture of disappointment and reluctant understanding as the ambassador prepared to depart. Perceptor's optic softened with a hint of regret, his cooling fans still whirring at a slightly elevated pace. "I see... Well, we appreciate you taking the time to confide in us, ambassador," the scientist murmured, his voice tinged with a touch of wistfulness.

Brainstorm's field pulsed with a barely contained eagerness, the engineer's optics practically sparkling with a newfound determination. "Hey, wait! Uh, I mean-!"

"Brainstorm! Do try to maintain a modicum of professionalism, won't you?" the scientist chided, his tone tinged with a faint hint of envy.

With a final nod of farewell, the ambassador turned to depart, their steps light and their field radiating a renewed sense of purpose. "Until next time, then.” As the ambassador disappeared from view, Perceptor and Brainstorm were left in a state of flustered contemplation, their fields practically buzzing with a mixture of desire and trepidation. It was clear this encounter had left a lasting impression, one that would undoubtedly influence their future interactions with the captivating ambassador.

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[kandy-sticks-zaza-blogs]

If you're wondering who is Y/N team up with during war while getting split up for strategy well... it's Sentinel Prime yep... anyway....

Sentinel

A prime with a big ego and pride.

Look at our captain dawg we're gonna die.😭

Have a bad luck encountering alot of Decepticons.

Jettwins {Jetstorm & Jetfire}

Will yapping you to death since they both talked alot and gossip about the drama.

Both are inseparable since they are both twins brother and matching eachother colours but they are both troublemaker.

They are Sentinel Prime best bodyguard since they are acrobatic.

Dion

Wasn't supposed to be here bro just wants to be with his besties.

Is tired of everyone bullcrap let the mech rest.

Will give you advice, have to handle everything and teach you to fight.

Perceptor

The smartest in the group full of dumbasses and one killer.

A yapper who will explained you about science and make everyone bored.

Is good at shooting with a sniper that's the reason why he is forced joined in Sentinel group.

Pharma

Unhinged Psycho Medic.

Probably a sadistic psycho that loves to freak everyone out.

Don't worry he have a shock collar to be tamed so he wouldn't attack everyone with a chainsaw also his wings are disabled since they put restraints on him.

Cliffjumper

The most chaotic mf on the team.

Just wanted to be with his brother and get mistaken as Bumblebee.

He brought out the big guns (like a large one.)

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy taking care of shrunken bots with Brainstorm, Nautica, and Perceptor

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

MTMTE

Brainstorm

It was his fault that he became this tiny. He had been fiddling around with his latest creation when he had this little accident. Good thing Buddy and Nautica were in the lab when he turned tiny.

“Brainstorm? Brainstorm!”--Buddy

“Right here!”--Brainstorm

“Oh, my stars! You’re so tiny!”--Nautica

“I know right!”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm is now roughly the size of a barbie doll. He is ready to discover his world from a new perspective. Granted he didn’t know he would end up being smaller than Buddy, but that’s beside the point.

Perceptor walks in as Brainstorm is trying out his out his altmode in the lab, with a frantic Buddy running across the desk trying to catch him and Nautica trying to get him in the air.

“Weeeeee!”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm stop flying so fast!”--Nautica

“Nautica get your wrench ready. If you need to hit him, then do it!”--Buddy

“… Do I want to know what happened here?”--Perceptor

Brainstorm is lucky that Perceptor’s morals are in the right place.

At first Brainstorm tries to stay in the lab and help out but Perceptor and Nautica were quick to shut that idea down.

“You are in no position to be helping anyone Brainstorm.”--Nautica

“Well, how else are you two going to fix this? You need my help!”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm as smart as you are, in your current state you’re as useful as Buddy in a fist fight with Megatron. No offense Buddy.”--Perceptor

“None taken… but just for the recorded I could totally beat him.”--Buddy

“It’s nice to dream isn’t it.”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm I could literally punt you across the room.”--Buddy

Buddy is now given the job of looking after Brainstorm for the time being. Yeah, Buddy is now a glorified botsitter.

“Let’s head to my habsuite while the others are fixing this whole situation.”--Buddy

“Boring. How about we go to Swerve’s instead. I heard that there was going to be a dance today.”--Brainstorm

“… So, you want to go to an enclosed room of your gigantic companions in your Barbie doll sized body and ‘dance’?”--Buddy

“Well, when you say it like that…”--Brainstorm

“Habsuite.”--Buddy

“Habsuite.”--Brainstorm

Brainstorm also realizes that traveling across the Lost Light in his current size was tiring. First, he tried his jet mode, but after a few minutes he had gotten tired. So, he decided to try just walking. He took one step and Buddy looked like they had sprinted to the other end of the hall.

Buddy taking pity offer to carry him. Brainstorm trying to salvage some of his dignity declined the help… which took him a couple of seconds to ask quietly if the offer was still on the table.

“I can carry you to the room if you want. I know that the walks can get a bit tiring the first time around.”--Buddy

“Oh, no thank you I’m fine just walking here.”--Brainstorm

“Okay then.”--Buddy

Brainstorm sees Buddy walk miles in each step.

“…Maybe I should retract my previous statement.”--Brainstorm

“Come here.”--Buddy

“Wow! Not too fast! Wait is this how you feel every time we pick you up?!”--Brainstorm

“Welcome to my world.”—Buddy

Buddy picks him up with both hands and continues walking to their room.

Brainstorm despite the how he felt being picked up, he wants to try multiple positions of sitting/ standing on Buddy. In the name of science, of course. His two personal choices were shoulder perching and being on top of their head.

“Now I know why you like being up here! It’s fun here!”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm… your pinching my ears with your pedes.”--Buddy

“Oops! Sorry.”—Brainstorm

After a couple more minutes they finally arrive at the habsuite.

Entering the room, Brainstorm jumps off from Buddy’s and flies around the room before nose diving on their bed.

While Buddy was recovering from their near heart attack Brainstorm is now in love with their pillow.

“These are so fluffy! And that one is firmer than this one. And these ones smell much better than this one. Why do you have so many pillows anyways Buddy? OH! This one looks--”--Brainstorm

Buddy in the meantime was huddling in the corner, hand to their chest trying to calm their little heart.

Buddy soon gets a call from Perceptor. He said that the machine wouldn’t be ready to use until the next day. Buddy thanked him for letting them know and hung up.

“Guess we are having a sleepover then.”--Buddy

“Is it going to be like the ones on the holofilms Swerve and Rewind have?”--Brianstorm

“Kind of?”--Buddy

“Then let’s get this Slumber party started! But first we need some color to this room, it’s almost depressing in here. No offense.”--Brainstorm

“…”--Buddy

As Buddy is getting ready for bed Brainstorm is noting all his findings in a data pad Buddy had in their room. He had taken the liberty to investigate some of the drawers in Buddy’s desk and look for any interesting things.

Brainstorm looking at Buddy’s shimmer body spray.

“What are you?”--Brainstorm

Buddy coming out of the bathroom after hearing a little scream.

“What Happened!?!?”--Buddy

Brainstorm wiping his optics covered in glittery body spray.

“I gave it a pat and it spat at—Oh my is this glitter!?”--Brainstorm

“… Its only one night… Its only one night…”--Buddy

When it was time for Buddy to go to bed Brainstorm flew over and laid down on the pillow. He gets attached to some of the fluffier pillows on Buddy’s bed. Buddy gave him a part of the blanket in case the draft came in the room. He doesn’t know what he loves more, the fluffy blanket or the pillow.

“All right Storm. Good night.”--Buddy

“Aww, it’s too early to be sleeping. This isn’t in the movies.”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm its 3 in the morning and we have watched an entire season of Bill Nye the Science guy. We are going to sleep.”—Buddy

Buddy found out the hard way that Brainstorm is a very active sleeper. How did they find out? Brainstorm had gotten some joints knotted into Buddy’s hair. After getting ready the two set off to the lab to get Brainstorm back to his normal size.

When Brainstorm returned to his normal size, he kind of mourns his little body. He did like being held by his friend and having that improv sleepover with Buddy.

He is now looking forward to sleepovers with Buddy if he can convince them to do it again.

He misses the pillows.

Nautica

She was messing around with Brainstorm’s machine. To be fair though, he asked to see if she could spot any problem. But apparently Nautica had activated the machine the same way Brainstorm had last time.

Poof! Tiny Nautica.

It takes a bit to get Brainstorms attention about her current situation. Once Brainstorm does see Nautica he comms in Buddy and Perceptor.

“Brainstorm! Brainstorm!”--Nautica

“Nautica!?”--Brainstorm

“Thank goodness I got your attention. We—”--Nautica

“You’re so tiny!”--Nautica

“Yes, Brainstorm I know that—”--Nautica

“Can you still transform into a tiny sub?”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm!”--Nautica

“Okay! Okay! I already commed in Percy and Buddy.”--Brainstorm

“Well at least this time we can just get the machine now and use it right now.”--Nautica

“Actually, Perceptor and I are going to need some time to fix the machine to return you to your normal height.”--Brainstorm

“Why? Didn’t we fix it last time?”--Nautica

“Yes, but that was for my height. We would need to adjust it for your height. Even the slightest miscalculations can rip you to shreds.”—Brainstorm

“Why would it do that?!”--Nautica

“I don’t know!”--Brainstorm

“You invented it!”--Nautica

“…Percy what did I walk into?”--Buddy

“My next problem.”--Percy

Perceptor looks like he is about to hit someone, and Buddy is already preparing themselves for the next round of botsitting.

Once outside Nautica tries to walk alongside Buddy but is quick to realize that she isn’t going to last the trip. When Buddy offers to give her a lift, she is ready to accept.

“Hey, I can carry you the rest of the way if you want.”--Buddy

“Yes please. I’d very much appreciate—OH MY STARS!”--Nautica

“Sorry Nautica.”--Buddy

“Don’t apologize. It’s just… I am sorry for picking you so suddenly. I am very sorry.”—Nautica

Nautica likes being cradled the most. But she is also fond of sitting on Buddy’s shoulder. She loves seeing things from Buddy’s level and gains some new respect for Buddy getting around the ship with their now longer legs.

Reaching the habsuite Nautica respectfully stands and watches everything in the room. Everything is so new, and she wants to explore every cervices of the place. But decides to calm down on the exploration part, she was a guest in their room after all.

“This is amazing!”--Nautica

“Really?”--Buddy

“It’s not every day you get to go into a humans room and see their things in such detail!”--Nautica

“Huh. I guess it is then.”--Buddy

“Though maybe some new paint might be needed, it looks a bit depressing.”--Nautica

“…I’m sensing a trend…”--Buddy

Nautica loves Buddy’s mattress and little diffuser in their room. She loves smelling the lavender scent and seeing the little purple light it blinks every now again.

She offers to sleep on the nightstand for the night, but Buddy isn’t having that.

“I don’t want to intrude.”--Nautica

“You’re not intruding anything Nautica. Come on there’s plenty of space on the mattress.”--Buddy

“I don’t know…”--Nautica

“You said that you wanted to see things in a human room, right? What better way to immerse in the experience than sleeping in a bed in an actual sleepover.”--Buddy

“… I guess it would be a once in a lifetime experience.”--Nautica

“I have a purple pillow set near the diffuser.”--Buddy

“Move over please.”--Nautica

In the morning, Nautica is on buddy’s stomach cuddling the fabric of their side. Buddy also finds out that Nautica snores a bit, but it’s a soft snore.

When Nautica gets to her normal size again, she starts setting up a little sleepover between her and Buddy. And if Velocity can come by then she is welcomed.

Perceptor

Perceptor wants to maim Brainstorm now. Well part of it was his fault. Perceptor was trying to put the machine away for good when he activated the machine.

Poof! Tiny Percy!

He s yelling for Nautica or Brainstorm to come in.

“Nautica! Brainstorm! Come here quick!”--Perceptor

“What is it Perceptor—OH Primus!”--Nautica

“Nautica what’s wrong with—HAHAHAHAHA!”--Brainstorm

“Quit laughing this is serious!”--Perceptor

“It was only a matter of time before the machine got you to Percy! Tiny Perceptor.”--Brainstorm

“When I am back to my normal size, I will shoot your knee joints.”--Perceptor

Brainstorm laughs a bit while Nautica picks him up gently and comms in Buddy. Once they are done with the call, Buddy is seriously wondering if this is going to be a regular occurrence, maybe start charging money if it keeps up.

Perceptor does not want to leave the lab. Buddy has to grab him to get out of the lab while Nautica and Brainstorm put the machine away and work on getting preceptor big again.

“Perceptor let go of the wall!”--Buddy

“I. Am. Not. Leaving.”--Perceptor

“I thought you were the one with the most brain cells Percy. Quit whining its only for a night.”--Buddy

“Brainstorm if you mess up my tools--”-- Perceptor

“Too late Percy.”--Brainstorm

“Brainstorm!”--Perceptor

He is a bit pouty getting out of the lab but like his friends before gets interested in how the world looks for Buddy. He honestly prefers to walk… but sitting on their shoulder is the next best thing. It was an unspoken thing with Buddy now to pick up the bots after a few feet from the lab.

When they arrive at the habsuite, He makes mental note on fixing some of the machinery in Buddy’s room and electrical units.

“Your lamps are flickering.”--Perceptor

“Yeah, been meaning to fix it but it’s not a priority right now.”--Buddy

“… The paint on the walls looks a bit dull—”--Perceptor

“There’s the comment on the wall color.”--Buddy

He takes some interest in the little sound device on Buddy’s nightstand. He takes an interest in some of the soothing noises.

He has already heard the slumber party stories from Brainstorm and Nautica and is ready. He waits for Buddy to get ready before asking about the sleeping arrangements.

“You’re sleeping on the bed.”--Buddy

“Guessed it from the others, left or right side?”--Perceptor

“Take your pick.”—Buddy

He is determined not to bother Buddy in their sleep and takes on a small part of the bed for himself. In the morning, he is slightly cradling Buddy arm. He tries to apologize but Buddy isn’t taking it.

“Again, my apology for last night. I shouldn’t have done that.”--Perceptor

“Percy really its fine.”--Buddy

“Are you sure?”--Perceptor

“You didn’t knot any joints in my hair so we’re good.”—Buddy

Once Preceptor gets big, he is dead set on destroying the machine.

Buddy later that night found a new lamp, a fluffy blanket and new oils for their diffusor.