#ratchet x soundwave

[redsea8me]

My ES Ratchet gets chubbier every time I doodle her and I personally think that’s so awesome for her

[kingghoost]

What are your thoughts of Soundchet(Soundwave x Ratchet if you did not knew) ship?

It did not even cross my mind until this ask! Thinking about it more, though, their dynamic piqued my interest, so I went digging a little...

It's a nice little rarepair! Their TFP dynamic seems the most appealing to me, so I'll talk about it!

Megatron, OP, Ratchet, and Soundwave were all present in the major Pre-War events, it might even be possible that they were all one big friend group (That'd be cute ^^ !) So the chances of them having some sort of history aren't impossible.

I see this going mainly 2 ways;

1. Ratchet is in love with OP and Soundwave is in love with Megs but both of their crushes are unattainable. (Op & Megs are together already?) Because of that, they seek comfort from each other in this sort of codependent situationship because they have no one else.

Since it's never that simple, they start getting jealous of each other's crushes because they're so used to needing each other and have grown "too close." A little angsty, but it's just the way I like it... >:)

2. A more fluffy scenario is that Soundwave just immediately pins over Ratchet the second he meets him. I headcanon Ratchet was a Kaonian medic in the pits, so it would be an adorable meet-cute for Soundwave to get sent to the medbay after a fight (Maybe after he loses to Megatronus?) and has Ratchet as the one taking care of him.

Fast-forwad until later, Soundwave finally meets this "Orion Pax" Megatronus has been talking about...only for Ratchet himself to also be there!! (Because he'd probably follow OP around everywhere like a lost puppy :P)

This would probably be mainly one-sided—but in a cute and comical way, not a depressing way!! "Go for it, Soundwave!"

They could also be one big love-conga line... As in Soundwave -> Ratchet -> OP -> Megatron -> Power and fame

Half joke, btw. I know Megatron's a fallen hero in TFP and all, but honestly I think he was always a little bit of a dick...

There are a bunch of other scenarios in my head (I love being a multishipper) but these are the most "compelling." Of course, you don't have to agree with me on any of this, but I hope my thoughts on this ship make sense—especially since I've only started thinking about it today! But honestly, it's wonderful, I feel like drawing them maybe some day...Thank you, Anon ^^🖤❤️

[soundchet-archive]

Masterpost!

Hello!! Welcome to the Storage Bin ❤️ all curated by yours truly, @redsea8me for your Soundchet needs (even tho I’m literally doing this all for myself lol) feel free to submit anything about these two!! Everything is welcome here, and feel free to tag me in soundchet stuff so it can make its way here!! Also, if you have any requests or questions for me, I’d be happy to answer them!

‼️Important Note!! NSFW content will be shown on this blog!!‼️

Everything here will be tagged accordingly, depending on what continuity, what type of post it is and such (a lot of it is going to be my own stuff lol)

Underneath the cut is a big masterlist of fics I have dug up, excluding what’s on Ao3, feel free to inform me of any others that might be out there

This will be updated whenever I find something, and when I’m able I’ll add new links to pdf versions just in case something happens and the old links no longer work

FFN

Adjustment of Plans - G1, Partly NSFW, posted 2010 (I got so scared I lost this one bc it’s no longer available on FFN but I have it saved!!)

Split - TFP, NSFW, posted 2013 (Zenophrenic, mentioned on the page used to be on Tumblr but I can no longer find their account, they may still be on DeviantArt, I’m hoping to find their art) (saved)

Do What You Have To - G1 (I believe, though it might be the movies) PG, posted 2011 (saved)

Revenge - TFP, PG, posted 2013 (saved)

Run For A Fall - TFP, PG, posted 2013 (saved)

The Bad Touch - G1, NSFW Humanformers edition, posted 2007 (saved)

Medic Fever - TFP, NSFW featuring multiple ships, posted 2012 (multi ship Ratchet fic, Soundchet is the section titled Sparkling Treatise)

LiveJournal

Echos - G1, NSFW, posted 2009

A Good Yarn - G1, PG, posted 2012

No Need to Say Goodbye - G1, PG, posted 2011

(Currently looking for an unfinished TFP fic, will be updated when I find it)

Wordpress

Training Session - TFP, Fade to Black NSFW, posted 2016 (this author also has two other Soundchet fics on Wordpress, but they’re up on Ao3 as well so I didn’t feel inclined to link them)

DeviantArt

Betrayed - TFP, Some NSFW, posted 2014 (this is a part of a longstanding series, and under Betta132 account you can find all of it under the Soundwave Series segment, the first chap of Betrayed is linked here bc it’s when the Soundchet shipping actually becomes apparent in the series)

[revelboo]

Transformers x Reader Masterlist

Or ‘look, I organized the nonsense.’ Only the first chapter appears here, with previous/next navigation added to the parts to make it easier to read. This is an 18+ blog.

Buy me a coffee: https://ko-fi.com/revelboo

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/RevelBoo/works

About/Warnings/Assorted Headcanons and Scenarios are here

IDW/G1

Starscream x Reader/ Soundwave x Reader/ Megatron x Reader Everything Is Alright Everything Is Alright-full chapters

Wheeljack x Reader Circuits and Wires

Jazz x Reader Over it Now

Soundwave x Reader-stand alone When You're Around

Thundercracker x Reader Better Open the Door

Bluestreak x Reader Where I Belong

Prowl x Reader Stand Too close

Cliffjumper x Reader TKO

Sideswipe x Reader, Sunstreaker x Reader Can't Finish What You Started

Optimus Prime x Reader Gravity

Bumblebee x Reader Last Night

Skyfire x Reader Floating Down The River

Rumble x Reader Alcohol Eyes

Skywarp x Reader Stop Talking

Ratchet x Reader Feel Like Rain

Waspinator x Reader Worker Bee

Ironhide x Reader Hold Me Down

Vortex x Reader I Can't Decide

Grimlock x Reader Shiver

Constructicons x Reader Drive

Insecticons x Reader You (Don't) Know Me

Trailbreaker x Reader Too Tired To Wink

Hound x Reader Heavy Boots

Sunstorm x Reader Love Me Dead

Alternate Takes

Megatron x Reader Skin and Bones

Metroplex x Reader I Can Feel You

Seeker Trine x Reader True Romance

Soundwave x Reader, Shockwave x Reader Clumsy Heart

Rainmakers x Reader No Strings

Megatronus Prime x Reader Give It Up

D 16 x Reader Fight For You

Silverbolt x Reader Save World Get Girl

Lost Light

Megatron x Reader Invisible Monsters

Drift x Reader The Samurai Code

Rodimus x Reader Attractive Today

Whirl x Reader Delirium

Scavengers x Reader A Lifeless Ordinary

Ultra Magnus x Reader The Conversation

Swerve x Reader Lose Control

Swindle x Reader Hangman

Tarn x Reader L.G. Fuad

Ultra Magnus x Reader The Conversation

Pharma x Reader Pulp Fiction

Skids x Reader Hysteria

Starscream x Reader Overdone

Sunder x Reader Whipped Cream

Rung x Reader Anything For You

Brainstorm x Reader My Way

Chromedome x Reader x Rewind Circles

Tailgate x Reader x Cyclonus Chain Me Free

TF Prime

Soundwave x Reader Bad Idea

Ratchet x Reader The Weakends

Knockout x Reader My Favorite Accident

Megatron x Reader Broken Arrow

Wheeljack x Reader Crooked Ways

Shockwave x Reader Point of Extinction

Starscream x Reader Bottom Feeder

Dreadwing x Reader Anything At All

Smokescreen x Reader Resolution

TF ONE

Megatron x Reader It Had To Be You

Starscream x Reader Inside Out

B-127 x Reader The Coma Kid

TF Earthspark

Tarantulas x Reader Disappear

Megatron x Reader Give Up/Give In

Bumblebee x Reader The Future Freaks Me Out

Soundwave x Reader Son Of a Gun

Starscream x Reader Disaster Hearts

TF Armada

Starscream x Reader Even If It Kills Me

TF Animated

Optimus Prime x Reader Broken Heart

Blitzwing x Reader Hello Helicopter

Bulkhead x Reader Time Turned Fragile

Blurr x Reader A-Ok

Shockwave x Reader Safe In The Dark

Megatron x Reader The Devil You Know

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians ever get a bit freaked out on how tough we are? Yes they can break us like toothpicks but humans seem to be able to take a good beating as well with adrenaline helping. Even our own body and oxygen trys kills us and yet we stick around like roaches. We're fragile in some reasonable and dumb ways and then resilient in the most dumbest ways.

Oh definitely, alot of the bots are very off put by how fragile humans are just in general and tend to avoid them.

But then there's the moments like Ratchet working a late shift and a small knock on the door alerts him someone's there, he turns around expecting it to be Rodimus or Whirl who he's about to scold but instead it's one of the humans and they look worse for wear. After fussing over them for a moment, detailed scans relay fractured ribs, a broken collar bone, and a heap of bruises and yet the humans just like. "Can I have some Panadol, Nurophen, and a glass of water?" Because they don't know what else to do its what they would get. Most of the times they ended up in the hospital. Ratchet is losing his God dawn mind as he rushes around looking for the best painkillers he can find for orgaincs in the smallest dosage he can give, hoping to primus it doesn't shut their heart down. In the end, they end up on a medication that makes them extremely drowsy, almost like the green whistle/ Weed.

Ratchet ends up doing alot of study on the human body and realises just how fucked up little monsters we are. We literally need oxygen to survive but he we have to much pure oxygen it will kill us. Water, we need a certain amount of it, if we don't have enough we will get dehydrated and die, if we have to much we will get water poisoning, intoxication, or a disruption of brain function. This happens when there's too much water in our cells, such as the brain and blood cells, causing them to swell. When the cells in the brain swell, they cause pressure in the brain, resulting in death. The issue is that it can become an addiction to drinking too much water for the effect it has on the body. Same with nearly everything we consume, it can kill us, but we need a lot of it in moderation.

Human: "I just need some basic pain killers and a nap"

Bot: "No, you need full surgery, sedations, and 3 weeks of recovery!"

Human: "nah she'll be fine!"

Bot: "Absolutely Not, bed now before I cuff you"

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Following that imagine a first contact AU where Cybertronians and humans are just slowly getting to know how the other works and next thing a human is kneeling over in horrific pain and it send the bots all into panic mode trying to help them, wondering what's happening and thinking they are dying. And the human after about ten minutes some pain killers still looking rather pale and unhealthy just go. "Sorry about that fuck I hate, Cramps/palpitations/ phantom pains/ and such" and the bots are just looking at them horrified like.

Bot: NOT NORMAL!!!"

Human: what you talking about?

Bot: everything that just happened you literally just short circuited!

Human: nah that's causal wait till you see the really funky shit.

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Human pet AU

Cybertronian's keeping humans as pets is like humans keeping hamsters. Humans are some of the most homicidal, suicidal and just deranged creatures that Cybertronian's could keep as pets. It's gotten to the point that they are a luxury/ exotic pet because if you do not feed them the right stuff, give them the right amount of light and socialising, and they will just die. There are so many Cybertronian's who take their human into clinics worried as and its just the human being a little bustard because they didn't get the treat they wanted 2 weeks ago and are still holding that grudge. Not to mention, we are prone to causing as much trouble and issue. We are like cats.

But we are also very easily sick and primus forbid a human gets sick because to a bot they think it's a death sentence for their sweet little spitfire of a human who they have had now for ages. And the human looks ready to die, and the next day, they are up and about like nothing ever happened.

Human: if you don't feed me the meals I want I'm going to pretend to die. If you do feed me what I want I might actually die because I shouldn't be eating it.

Panicked bot: "MY HUMAN HAS GOTTEN SICK. HELP!?!"

Human: totally worth it.

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In conclusion, the cybertronians are rather wary/ concerned about how resilient humans really are.

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[muletia]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

[tfp] various x human!reader optimus / ratchet / bumblebee / smokescreen megatron / soundwave / starscream / knockout

word count: 2200

I know this has been done by others about 486212 times, but I wanted to share my own thoughts. I also know that Orion won the poll, but tbh I have slightly different plans for him that I’m seriously considering. I’ll share the details in a separate post soon <3

Optimus most often kisses the back of your hand

He learned this way of showing affection while delving into Earth’s culture. Perhaps he read about it in one of the books you recommended to him. Maybe he saw a scene where a gentleman kissed his chosen one exactly in that spot. What matters most to him is the meaning of such a kiss and the emotions tied to it.

Optimus could pour all his love into a single gesture. Demonstrate to the whole world that he has the most wonderful partner and is endlessly grateful for your presence in his life. Make such a kiss merely a greeting, but Optimus desires you to see the multifaceted nature of his feelings toward you

When he bows down and takes your hand in his servo, he wants to show the respect he holds for you. By brushing his thumb over the back of your hand, he demonstrates gentleness and support. Finally, by enveloping your knuckles with his lips, he pours all his adoration into the gesture. He reveals his admiration for you in the least intrusive way, so as not to overwhelm you with the true strength of his love. He shows respect, proving his gallantry

He wouldn’t hesitate to kneel on one knee during a hand kiss to further emphasize his feelings. To meet you at eye level, look optics to eyes, or make you look down on him. He would renounce the title of Prime in your honor. For you, he is simply Optimus, striving to unveil the boundless, infinite love he has for you <3

Ratchet most often kisses the top of your head

He is a busy mech, often working overtime on research and ensuring no Autobot faces health issues. He doesn’t have time to be romantic. He rarely takes you on rides, and persuading him to go for a walk around the hangar borders on a miracle. Even in his private habsuite, he only appears sporadically, sacrificing recharge for a few more hours of work. And constant exhaustion means using mass shifting is out of the question for fear of fainting and possibly harming you

Still, Ratchet wants to be a good partner—or at least try to be. To thank you for choosing such an old mech, despite being a young human, without having to say it outright. To convey what he struggles to say aloud. To appreciate your constant presence and the support you give him, even when you do nothing extraordinary

That’s why he loves kissing the top of your head. You don’t need to do anything special—just sit there reading a book—and suddenly you feel passion and gratitude in the touch of his lips on your hair. But before you can ask, Ratchet is already back at work, leaving behind only his silent love

He’s always gentle, blending the precision of a medic with the softness of affection in his kisses. Sometimes he lingers there a little longer, taking in the scent of your shampoo, experiencing the unique texture of your hair—both firm and fluffy. If he’s feeling particularly sentimental, he wraps his servo around your back. It’s his way of showing he’s there for you, even when his work often keeps him away. To remind you of his feelings, that they still hold him firmly by the spark <3

Smokescreen loves kissing you on the lips

He’s a young mech, full of energy and hungry for experiences. That vitality is something he wants to share in his kisses, along with his passion for life—and most importantly, his weakness for you.

He seizes every possible opportunity. Greeting you, saying goodbye, or simply showing affection. He always aims for your lips, even in front of others, as he has no problem with PDA. Besides, he wants others to know you’re taken. That you belong to him, just as he belongs to you. And there’s no better way to express that than through a kiss

He loves catching you off guard. First, he runs his servo through your hair, then leans in to kiss one corner of your mouth, only to immediately claim your lips because he has no patience for the other corner

It’s worth noting that he’s terrible at kissing due to a lack of experience. He focuses more on showing than perfecting, losing his senses around you, always craving more and more. His intake moves impulsively across your lips, chasing the motion of your mouth, often outpacing you in his insatiable appetite for affection. Eventually, it leaves you with swollen lips, breathless, and a very satisfied Smokey, already eager for the next make-out session <3

Bumblebee places kisses on your cheeks

Or at least he would, if his lips were accessible. As a young mech fascinated by human culture and well-versed in its nuances, he knows how significant kisses are in human relationships. It pains him deeply that he can’t give you such an important experience, no matter how often you reassure him it’s not his fault and that you don’t hold it against him. Bee still feels disheartened about it. That’s why he’s come up with his own way of showing physical affection

He nuzzles your cheeks with his battle mask, always remembering to do both sides. It’s a sweet gesture he’s utterly addicted to, so much so that he’ll “kiss” you this way at every opportunity. Greeting you, he caresses your cheeks, chirping cheerfully and listening to the melody of your radiant laughter, immensely pleased that he’s its source

If he’s mass shifted, he always pulls you close, wrapping his arms around your back, practically supporting your entire weight against his chassis. In this position, he has perfect access to your face, which he overzealously takes advantage of. He snuggles into the softness of your cheek, tracing uneven circles and pushing his mask forward as if truly planting a kiss. If only he could, he’d spend an eternity pampering your face, pouring all his nonverbal love into the gesture <3

Megatron particularly loves kisses on the palm of your hand

At first, he simply wanted to surprise you with his tenderness. To prove that he even possesses it, doubting your trust that he could be anything more than a domineering, unfeeling tyrant. That’s why, when he first took your hand and placed a kiss in its center, he got exactly the reaction he anticipated: surprise, but also bashfulness, that the mighty Megatron could treat you with such calculated delicacy

Over time, such kisses became almost an everyday occurrence for you both. He leaves kisses to draw your attention when you’re lost in thought, focused on something other than him. To elicit the reaction he desires, to see the smile on your face and that captivating shyness, so rare in your usual demeanor

He grabs your wrist to guide your forearm into supination, bringing your hand to his lips with a roguish grin because he knows he’ll surprise you again. His kisses in that spot are subtle, unhurried, but they remind you always to think of him. He always looks straight into your eyes, as if showing respect—or perhaps issuing a challenge? Or maybe, deep within his spark, he’s a gentleman

It’s undeniable that he has class. He’s calculated and self-assured, traits that carry over to his kisses. He always knows exactly where to "strike" to tickle you or send shivers down your spine. He knows the effect he has on you—how you squirm when he lets his shark-like teeth lightly graze your skin, mocking your self-control. In a way, he plays with you, teasing only to stop and move to another spot, this time the base of your thumb. Again, he proves his tenderness, cherishing and adoring, only to move to yet another place, striving to show you that his feelings for you burn as fiercely as the values he believes in <3

Soundwave loves to kiss your forehead

Another mech without a mouth who’s devised his own way of compensating for having a display screen instead of a face and a human significant other. With access to all the information on the internet, he knows well that humans love kissing and that it’s important to them. That’s why he’s determined not to deprive you of this pleasure, to not deny you something you deserve due to his anatomical limitation

So, Soundwave touches his forehead to yours. It’s a delicate gesture but carries the weight of his complex and multilayered feelings for you. It shows that he cares, that he’s there for you—even when he spends countless hours standing by a console. He doesn’t need breaks, capable of working endlessly, but for you, breaks have become a daily ritual in his life, just to prove that he’s with you, not just in thought

He pulls you close until you’re level with his faceplate, tilting his helm to connect your foreheads in an unusual yet tender kiss. He loves when you close your eyes during this gesture, giving him tangible proof that this form of affection satisfies you and that you’re content with his efforts, no matter how minimal they might seem. You validate him, giving him a sense of trust that you don’t regret entering a relationship with him

Sometimes, he tilts his helm in a similar gesture while working, as if kissing you from afar. Manifesting you suddenly before him, so he could spend hours in such a position, foreheads melded together in a silent confession of love. He often misses you, and that longing later translates into prolonged sessions of such kisses, as he strokes your forehead with his, trying to pour all his feelings into the gesture <3

Starscream most often kisses your neck

Not necessarily to spark desire and lure you to the berth. Starscream isn’t a sappy mech. He’s not romantic, but his kisses bear the weight of his complicated and uneasy feelings for you. Sometimes they’re soft and sweet; other times, they’re fierce and fiery, trying to engulf you in flames of yearning. He has no qualms about kissing your hand to achieve a similar effect, but kisses on the neck hold great significance for him

He can lose himself in them—in the sensation of skin beneath his lips, the warmth radiating from it. The bones pressing against the flesh, the moles, scars, and marks. Above all, he loses himself in the feeling of reducing the world to your form alone. In the hollow of your neck, he hides from the demons that haunt him. He doesn’t feel Megatron’s breath on his nape, nor the impossible duties, broken promises, and missteps. There’s only you and the safety you offer, even if you can’t truly protect him

He can spend hours like this—or as long as his duties aboard the Nemesis allow—exploring your neck with his lips. Sometimes, he nips at your skin when he wants to extract a compliment from you, but most of the time, he tries to be gentle, as much as his ego permits. Hidden and surrounded by you, grateful for your presence, though he’ll never say it aloud

With his limbs wrapped around you, he pulls you to his chassis. There’s no escape from this trap; Starscream ensures you sit perfectly before him, where he has ideal access to your exposed neck still bearing traces of your previous rendezvous. He immediately buries his helm in your softness, kissing a trail from your collarbone to your ear. Subtle at times, yet swift, as if trying to devour you—eager to seize the rare opportunity for genuine and natural contentment obtained without schemes or deception. Just you and him, mutually showering each other with affection <3

It’s no surprise that Knockout adores French kisses

However, to "mature" to them, the Decepticons’ sex symbol has to overcome a long road of shedding his phobia of human bodily fluids. Only then does he discover how incredibly satisfying it is to explore your intakes with his glossa. How much passion he can convey through this gesture, showing desire not just through interfacing

He usually catches you off guard. Maybe you weren’t paying him enough attention, or maybe he just suddenly felt the urge to kiss you. He places his servos on either side of you, trapping you with no way out, and starts to charm you before launching into fireworks

He quickly learned what to do to make a kiss anything but average. It took a few tries—in the beginning, your kisses felt more like bumping faces—but Knockout has a knack for kissing. He can adapt to your rhythm or set his own. With unrelenting fervor and intensity, he explores the depths of your mouth. He never cares if anyone’s watching or not

Knockout can be quite possessive, a trait that shows in his kisses. He’s not bothered by PDA; any fear of your relationship being exposed to the public has long been forgotten when he can show everyone who you belong to. This often impacts his patients, who must patiently wait until Knockout reaches a satisfactory level of affection to pull away. Otherwise, you’re inseparable.

He won’t let go until he’s sure he’s poured all his feelings into the kiss—the ugly and the tender, the physical and the ones rooted in his spark

He always leaves you breathless with his intensity and passion, ending with a fleeting peck on your lips. <3

[driftsart]

Some doodles of other ships in my au just for fun

I added some new ones to the list too ;D

[smallestapplin]

Ive been have a Hyperfixcations for the last few days of reader wearing lingerie matching with their favorite bots colors and the bots or cons losing their minds over it

I went with Ratchet, Shockwave, and Soundwave for this

Warnings : oral fem receiving(Ratchet), recording(Soundwave), mild pet play(Shockwave.)

Minors do NOT interact!

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Ratchet

Oh you are a sight in deed, sat so prettily on his berth with such a sweet smile on your face, as if you didn’t make the older bot choke on nothing. His optics can’t help but to take in every detail of your body, how those white thigh high socks seem to have trouble staying up your thighs, but those red bows tie it together.

The white mesh around your bust leaves little to the imagination. You chuckle listening to him ex-vent loudly. The red lace trim around your panties taunts him, begging for him to touch you and trace the trim around your body.

“Are you just going to stand there, or did I get all cute for nothing?” Your voice is light and playful, but it snaps him from his stupor.

Ratchet takes a few steps toward a you, his optics looking you up and down like you’re a meal he is trying desperately to savor. He drops to his knees in front of you, getting his helm level with you, as shaky servos reach around you.

“What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you dressed so…”

You can feel your pride swelling knowing you even made a bot like Ratchet forget words.

“I just wanted to surprise my sweet hardworking bot.”

And by the sounds of his modest plating shifting aside, and his thick spike twitching and leaking, you did an amazing job, but with how he grabs you, gently taking your lace panties down and shoving his helm between your thighs, you won’t be leaving anytime soon.

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Soundwave

The second he entered his habsuite he was recording, how could he not when his precious human looks like such a meal? You barely have a moment to greet him before the large con is on you. Your mesh blue top does nothing but put your tits on display for him, the flowly lace from under your bust makes you look heavenly.

You are a gift from Primus and he plans to worship you.

“S-Soundwave..!”

He makes you keep it on, optics watching how your tits bounce out of your flimsy top with every thrust of his spike. He barely gave you a moment to breathe, his movements are quick and needy, as if you have him under a spell and making the usual calm mech break.

It’s partially true.

He can’t resist you, he can’t stop himself from ravaging your soft body. Soundwave watches intentally how your stomach bulges from his spike, how your face twists in pleasure. You make his body run hot, coolant trying to cool his temp, but he can’t, not until he’s fucked your valve full of his transfluid.

“You take me so well. You’ll have to wear these flimsy coverings more often.”

With how you’re getting fucked, how could you refuse?

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Shockwave

He won’t admit it but he’s obsessed with this look of yours, how you sweetly asked if you could show him a surprise you got when you went out ealier, he wasn’t expecting this but he’s not complaining.

Such a cute black collar around your throat with a purple metal tag hanging down, ‘property of Shockwave’ the tag read, and it’s all that was needed to get his spike pressurized. The rest of your attire, if it could even be called that, was nothing short of appleaing.

The top you wore was nothing but strings that barely covered your nipples, the skirt was far too short to cover anything, he could see your needy valve from where he stood, and those purple thigh highs hugging your thighs had his engine going.

“Good pet, you certainly know how to please your master.”

How you shake and moan from his priase, he never gives it out unless you’ve truly pleased him, it just makes you so much needier. His optic watches how you drool seeing his spike pop out frm his modesty paneling, the transfluid leaking from his tip just makes you squirm.

“Come here, pet, you have a mess to clean up.”

He’s trained you well, he thinks, watching you nearly trip over yourself just to get placed on his lap to lick his spike clean.

You know it won’t stay clean if you do a good job, your pussy clenches at the mere thought of how he’s going to fuck you.

[yandere-wishes]

The more I study electronics the more I'm positive whoever came up with Transformers smut terms was studying something in the electronics engineering field.

[ghoulishconey]

What is happening?! Does anyone else get flustered thinking of their gigantic wives?

Don’t worry, i had many more characters in mind. Just can’t list them all. 😂

[aceofheartsssss]

G1 Transformers x Reader Mini 🤖 Scenarios 🤖 - Part 2

Yup, part 2 of the first one. That pretty much it. I love these guys. Enjoy!

Optimus is so cute, y’all, help- 😭

(I listened to a bunch of 50s-80s music with this and it made the G1 vibe so much better- 🤚)

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Y/N: *Dancing with Bumblebee, Jazz, and other Autobots to cheery human music*

Optimus: *Silently watching with a smile behind his mask*

Y/N: *Nudges him over, dragging his servo* C’mon-!

Optimus: Ehehe, I can’t- *Shakes his head bashfully with an awkward chuckle but eventually gives in* Oh, alright… *Walking awkwardly and all cute-looking, just fidgeting slightly to the music*

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Y/N: *Washing Optimus’ alt mode after he accepted Y/N’s offer*

Optimus, mentally, who was going crazy over the feel of Y/N’s body and gentle hands on him: ‘This was a big mistake…’

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Y/N, after hearing nonstop explosions and loud noises coming from somewhere in the Ark: What’s happening? Why’s everything exploding?

Jazz, who was casually chatting with Ratchet: Oh, that’s just Optimus trying to cook somethin’ for ya. *Goes back to talking with Ratchet while explosions keep happening in the background*

Y/N: 🥺

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Starscream, holding Y/N captive in his servo: Pathetic little fleshling.

Y/N: *Staying still and smiling*

Starscream, looking down at Y/N, frowning: *Shakes Y/N up and down* Are you not afraid?

Y/N: *Looks up at Starscream while smiling* No.

Starscream, giving Y/N to Soundwave: Take it, Soundwave! I don’t want it- it’s… weird.

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Bumblebee at 3 A.M. for no reason: Hey, Y/N, ya wanna go for a drive? 😃

Y/N, completely unfazed whatsoever: Sure. *Cue the wholesome 3 A.M. drive where Y/N eventually falls asleep while Bee drives*

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Y/N, sitting on Optimus�� legs, watching a horror movie with Spike and the Autobots: This is fun! Right, guys? …Guys?

All the Autobots: *Scared shaking*

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Soundwave, holding Y/N in his servo: Lord Megatron: Autobot’s human companion has been captured.

Y/N: Ooh, I like your voice, talk more!

Soundwave: *Confused head tilt*

Y/N: Talk, please-

Soundwave: Uhh…

Y/N: Yay!

Soundwave: *Mixed emotions 👉👈*

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Shockwave, keeping Y/N prisoner: Stop touching my stuff, human.

Y/N: Can I touch your eye?

Shockwave, S H O C K E D: N O.

Y/N: Please?

Shockwave, later on: Lord Megatron, can we please stop kidnapping that human? It’s a very weird one.

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Starscream: *Snatches Y/N away and flies off in his Cybertronian form*

Y/N: Woooo!!!

Starscream: *Confused s c r e a m i n g*

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Megatron: WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU LET THE HUMAN LEAVE?!

Starscream: It overwhelmed me with endless compliments, Master!

Megatron: …What the f-

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Optimus: *Gives Y/N a gift on Valentine’s Day.*

Y/N: *Thanks him and walks off, flustered*

Spike, nervously: Hey, Optimus, do you know that only couples gift each other stuff on Valentine’s Day?

Optimus, who was unaware: They do-?! *Flustered Optimus*

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Y/N, bored and sad, late at night: *Pokes Optimus, who wakes up from stasis* Hey- can I go on a drive with you, please?

Optimus, smiling softly underneath the mask: Sure, Little One. *Cue a two hour romantic wholesome drive where they chat away 🫶*

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Y/N, being held in Thundercracker’s servo: Can I please be kidnapped by the pretty one?

Skywarp: Ha ha! It called you ugly!

Y/N: No, no, you’re both fine, but like can I be kidnapped by Starscream though? He’s my fav.

Starscream, slightly flustered, snatching Y/N: HA HA! Fools! I’m the superior seeker! Even the puny human can see it!

Thundercracker and Skywarp: *Start fighting Starscream*

Y/N, who was dropped: *Legitimately disappointed sigh* Oh, well. *Shrugs and walks off while they fight in the background*

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Bumblebee, while in the city with Y/N: *Transforms into Cybertronian form*

Y/N, spotting a random guy walking near: HIDE, BEE!!!

Random Guy: What- wha- did I just see- I- you- did you see that-?!?!

Y/N, running up to the guy aggressively, eyes wide: N O… And neither did you. *Walks off eerily and drives off in Bumblebee*

Bumblebee, after a few seconds of driving: *Starts laughing maniacally with Y/N*

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Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Y/N: *Walking to an empty, secluded space with an enormous device in hand*

Optimus, who was following, arms crossed: What are you doing?

Wheeljack, nervously: Oh, uh, just testin’ out a new invention, Prime!

Optimus, in his sassy voice: Secretly? In the middle of the dessert? With Ratchet? The MEDIC?

Ratchet, Wheeljack, and Y/N: *N E R V E S*

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Jazz: *Singing crazy good*

Y/N, dazzled by his voice: *Watching*

Jazz: *Drags Y/N’s by the arm with him (𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓻𝓲𝔃𝔃) and they start singing their hearts out and dancing like crazy*

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Megatron, after capturing Y/N: *Grabs Y/N* Shut your tiny mouth, Fleshling.

Y/N, looking up at him: Why do you turn into a gun? What’s the point? You got a canon on your arm.

Megatron: *Midlife crisis mode* SHUT UP!!!

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Optimus, while getting shot at by Decepticons: *Covers Y/N, taking the shots*

Y/N: *Fucking dying but not from the shots: from the angle Optimus is in 😳*

(smth like this ⬆️ 🤭)

And there we are! More mini scenarios! I love making these, these guys are the loves of my life. 👌

@poketalefan1993 oh also @tinydefector if he feels like reading part 2.

[zhombiez]

*insert slut joke for rodimus*

[tfemultiversenewsletter]

What’s gayer, the month of June or whatever the heck these bots had going on.

[karinadele]

Random New Years thoughts

Transformers x reader @ new years fireworks

probably ooc as usual...

Ratchet: Will grumble something something human traditions, but will bring you out to see it. Secretly loves it too.

Optimus: Will take you to a cliff/hill and have you sit on his altmode's roof, keeping you warm as you lay on it to enjoy the fireworks.

Starscream: Will scoff at the idea, but with some coaxing, he'll take you out for a spin in between the fireworks. Dancing and weaving through it. Found the experience beautiful, but will never admit to it.

Soundwave: Will be quiet the whole time. Keeping you warm with his tendrils as you two watch it. Is recording everything as usual.

Ravage: Jumps at the noise originally. But will warm up to it and snuggle next to you and soundwave.

Lazerbeak: Will squawk to each and firework, until either you or ravage smack him.

Megatron (any but idw & es): If you're on good behavior, he will grant you the privilege of seeing them. Holding you in his servo the whole time. If you pissed him off... (well good luck. better hope you dont turn into fireworks.)

IDW Megatron: (they aint even on earth but whatever.) Will enjoy the fireworks with you, probably with you nuzzled in his chassis or neck. Will then go back and record the event in writing. Finding the experience mesmerizing.

Pharma: Will find the noise startling as he works, eventually sighing as he knows they've made it through another cycle. Will transform and dance with the fireworks, shooting his own as well.

Brainstorm: Is the one setting off the fireworks. Also exploded several.

Rodimus: Actually excited to see it, restless and adhd. Will try to get you to teach him how to set them off.

Happy 2025 yall.

[revelboo]

Assorted headcanons- scenarios 🌶️ 18+

Starscream x Reader, Megatron x Reader, Jazz x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader, Bluestreak x Reader, Prowl x Reader, Thundercracker x Reader, others. G1/IDW, TFP, TF One. Mass-displaced Cybertronians x reader scene pack- no plot here

Sorry, not sorry at all.

IDW/G1 Starscream

• Kneeling, body bowed over yours, he chuckles and runs his servos over your rib cage. “Something wrong?” He almost purrs the words, lips twisting knowingly. With your hips up, thighs spread over his you can’t get any leverage. Can’t move and you desperately need to, feeling the thick length of his spike pulsing where it’s buried inside you. You tuck your chin to glare up at him, but his optics are focused on where you’re joined, almost seeming fascinated with watching himself slowly rock against you, his spike slick as it disappears inside you before he glances at you, sly expression growing wicked. “Say it.”

• “Please. Please move,” you growl at him voice straining, trying to wiggle and he leans back, servos tightening on your soft hips to pin you still with him buried deep right where he belongs. Teasing his own control and yours. Wings flicking, he studies your flushed face as your thighs clench around him, struggling in frustration. Needing him. Only him, because you’re his. “Star.” Your voice hitches, begging for him and his restraint shatters. Shifting to stretch out over you, he begins to move. You cling to him as he drives into your wet heat, adoring those softy needy sounds you make and the way you feel like you’re made just to take his spike.

TFP Megatron

• Coiling the length of your leash around his fist, he buries his face against the softness of your throat as he covers your much smaller frame. He lets his claws play over your core, testing how wet you are for him. Feeling you squirm as he runs his chain wrapped servos along your belly and up to caress the delicate line of your jaw with a claw tip. Those sharp denta tease the skin of your shoulder, biting just hard enough to send little sparks of pain through you to mix with the need coiling you tight. Leaving marks so there’s no doubt who you belong to.

• Trembling in need as he palms your throat with a hand, draping himself against your back on his knees and a fist planted against the berth. You can feel his spike against your inner thigh branding you with his body heat, leaving a wet trail as his lips brush the shell of your ear. “Such a good little pet,” he growls, before his mouth slides down along your throat to your shoulder. You don’t even have time to form a retort or get offended about the pet comment, before he’s spearing you on his spike and you brace as that first thrust almost sends your sprawling face down. Then he’s firmly pressing against your nape until you surrender with a whimper, chest down, hips up as he ruts against you with a possessive snarl, pace relentless.

TFP Soundwave

• That soundless hum crackles over you, through you in an electric rush that lifts the fine hair at your nape as he settles against you and that tingling awareness washes over you. Arching against his grip as he uses those tendrils like built in shibari to restrain you. Pin you immobile where he wants you. Positioned how he wants.

• Everywhere his flesh meets yours, more of you sinks into him, giving everything you are to him as he presses his forehead to yours, servos sliding down your sides. There’ll be no keeping your thoughts out, no mental walls between you as he spreads you to him, holding you immobile and gripping himself, slides the head of his spike against your slick heat. Your need lashes at him, demanding wordlessly and he can’t deny you. Uses his tendrils to pull you down onto his spike and shuddering as your heat, your thoughts, all of you, envelopes him. Those little noises you make as he claims you almost musical.

G1/IDW Prowl

• “Screw you,” you curl your lip at him. “You can’t just crook a finger and I’ll come running.” The first time had been an accident. How were you supposed to know that if you kept pushing his buttons he’d react that way. Your back thumps against the wall, his fist smacking against the wall as he glares down at you, all frustration and heat and hunger. It’s a feeling you understand all too well as his mouth crashes against yours with bruising force. It’s not a kiss, so much as a domination. And then he’s gripping you, lifting you to pin against the wall with casual strength, settling himself between your thighs so you can’t shut him out. You don’t like him, you’re pretty sure he hates you, but the both of you are equally screwed by how much you enjoy angry sex.

• You bite his lip hard, hands shoving at him like you can actually force him to budge and he nips back, hearing your sharp intake of breath, those angry eyes flashing that he drew blood. He’s almost certain you’d do the same if you could, can feel your fingernails digging into the seams in his armor, biting into the mesh there. Trying to hurt him, mark him as yours. You can hate him all you like, glare and snap at him, but you want him. Want this. A fact that winds him tight as he pulls back enough that he can line your bodies up, find that wet heat and thrust into you. You cling to him, legs hooking around him as he bucks into you and your lips and mouth press whimpering kisses against his throat. Needing him. Hating him. Begging and cursing.

G1/IDW Bluestreak

• His servos tunnel into the softness of your hair, lips running over your jaw up to the corner of your mouth. Internal systems hitching as you shift on top of him where he’s sprawled and the servos of his other hand tighten and almost immediately relax against your hip. Fighting himself and the urge to just move you where he needs you so he can drive up into that tight, wet heat. Your blunt little teeth nip at his lip, soft fingers playing with the mesh of his protoarmor under his jaw. And you shift against him, sitting up on his chassis, eyes dark with need, hair messy from his servos.

• Bluestreak’s head is thrown back, denta bared like he’s in pain as he curls his warm hands around your waist. Every rough vent blowing across your sweat slicked skin as you brace your palms on his chassis and rock back. Sliding yourself against his spike until he shudders under you, servos tightening on you so much you know there’ll be bruises later. “Please,” he growls, optics gorgeous as he looks up at you, that hungry stare almost worshipful. Making you feel powerful as you reach back to find him, grip his pulsing spike and lower yourself on him. His venting hitches under you, hips lifting as he groans in Cybertronian, seeming to forget you can’t understand him now as his hands slide down your waist to your hips and he pulls you the rest of the way down to take all of him. Now you’re throwing your head back as he uses his grip to grind himself against you, still murmuring softly in his language. As soon as his grip eases, you brace your palms and ride him, hips rolling.

G1/IDW Thundercracker

• “Please,” that soft, almost whining whimper strokes over him as he lazily rolls his hips. “Thundercracker, I can’t.” Pinning you on your belly, legs spread so you can’t try and shut him out, his arm hooked under you just enough to keep your hips tilted where he needs them as he keeps rocking himself into you, he smiles indulgently. Feeling your slick heat quivering around his spike as he nudges you toward that peak again just so he can fill you again, because you definitely can for him. His wings shiver in lazy little tremors as he feels you clench around his spike.

• “I’ve got you,” he murmurs, lips tenderly brushing the back of your shoulder as he thrusts a bit harder, his servos flexing under you, brushing where you’re joined so you gasp and moan. He’s trying to kill you with pleasure, coaxing and demanding until your tired body is coiling again. Until you need it again as he adjusts his angle, spike stroking inside you and you’re crying out again, shattering. And he groans as you fist his spike, taking him along with you.

G1/IDW Jazz

• “Frag, doll,” he groans, the ragged sound of his voice winding you up as your arch under him. Servos span your sides and glide up, pulling your arms up and pinning your wrists as he rolls his hips, that big spike driving deep inside you. He’s not letting your hands loose since the feel of your hands on his spike had nearly done him in if his ragged venting is any indication. Makes you wonder what he’d do if it was your mouth on him and what kind of noises he’d make. You hook a leg over his hip, bucking your hips to chase after your own pleasure, because it’s so close. As he snarls at you in Cybertronian, you’re almost certain he’s swearing at you.

• Primus, how can you be so tight? Your heel digs into him as you grind yourself against him and he almost bites his glossa. You apparently have no patience, don’t want gentle or slow. And honestly? That’s fine by him. Growling soft, little nothings in your ear, he stops holding back. There it is, your head thrown back as he pounds into you, tenuous control fraying. Crying out his name as he takes you.

TF One Megatron

• He likes this view of you, your body spread open under him, as he props himself up on an arm. The ragged sounds of pleasure you make just for him and the wet heat of you around his spike. Fingers of his other hand sliding over the fragile line of your throat, he bucks into you, chasing down his release. You writhe under him, little pleas falling from your lips. Begging him so sweetly as he thrusts harder.

• He shifts over you, hips pinning yours to the berth as his thrusts grow more urgent and you can only hook your legs around him as he ruts into you, losing all control and it’s a powerful feeling to know you do this to him. He’s always reminding you that you’re his, but that just means he belongs to you, too. Especially as his rhythm quickens and he slides a hand under the back of your head and presses his face against your throat as you cry out, warm tremors crashing through you as his denta grip your shoulder with a snarl. Hard enough to leave a mark on that soft skin.

G1/IDW Ratchet

• Those little teeth try to bite the palm he has covering your mouth as he ruts into you from behind. The container he’s pinned you on your belly on with your hips and legs hanging is just tall enough you can’t reach the ground. Can’t do anything but squirm as he claims what’s his. Taking you like this in the medbay where anyone might walk in hadn’t been the plan, but you’d started it.

• Feeling every, deep drive of his hips, you cling to his forearm. All because you’d felt bad for Fowler getting hell from his supervisor. All you’d done was touch the guy’s arm in platonic sympathy. Next thing you know, Ratchet is picking you up in his servos, locking you both in the medbay. And taking out some pent up frustration on you, not that your complaining as you writhe under him. He stops trying to muffle your cries, gripping your hips in both hands so he can drag you back to meet his urgent thrusts and the wet sound of your bodies meeting, the feel of him inside you mixes with his rough, growling venting to send you over that edge.

G1/IDW Wheeljack

• Little hands on his vocal indicators. A soft mouth against his throat and the feel of you wrapped around his spike, so tight and wet. His hands tremble as they ghost over your ribs, scared if he holds you, his grip might bruise that soft flesh. Scared he might do something that makes you stop. So he just sits still, growling softly, systems revving as you roll your hips against his. Perched in his lap as you torment him with that slick heat and your slow, cautious rhythm. The feel of you anchoring him.

• He’s trembling under you as you ride his spike. His head falling back, vocal indicators flickering mauve. Over and over you feel his servos barely there against your cheek, your side, or your hip. Needing more contact and being denied because he seems to think he’ll break you. Pressing soft kisses against his throat, you roll your hips almost dancing in his lap. Moaning against his jaw and tracing the mesh of his neck with the tip of your tongue. And then finally whatever was holding him back snaps. Those big hands find your hips and he’s in control, thrusting up inside you as he pulls you down to meet him.

[tinydefector]

I was just interested if you were a suckered for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope as I am. In the sense where fabrics and a abundance of organic flora was considered more common for higher class cybertronains but that even then it was pretty scarce. Imagine a bot or con after getting over their fears or mild disgust of the squishness of humans so to speak the next few things they notice is how many types of hair there are. How many styles and how many different ways to dye said hair. It drives them nuts the feel such softer fibers all together to make a more denser form. Curled,staight,wavy it all catches their optics. Painted nails almost similar to paint for their frames. Tattoos so intriguing. A human willingly damaging their surface that is more fragile than their metallic frames. It's a living scar. And they can't help but slowly come to love it to when they see how much their human complain does. But fabric? God they almost get drunk off of it. When they get a hug they shiver at the smooth article that brushes on their frame. The variety. So many styles and colors. So many meaning behind patterns and techniques. They can't help but almost grow jealous hearing how far back a simple stich can come from in human history. Humanity dressing itself in plush silks and flimsy polyester but it's all gold compared to what the cybertronains have come to crave. Imagine them having made themselves smaller so they could be inside your living space and they can't help but notice all the fabrics. All the plush surfaces. Their in heaven fully convinced they're going to meet the great primes. And if you had a scented burning candle? Sweet or citrus they can't help but want to inhale deeply to capture the scent. Perfumes? God their drunk whenever a human walks into a enclosed space because all mechs and femmes are fighting themselves to not snatch you up and keep you. If you use scented body wash or scented lotion then can practically taste it on your skin if you are near or hug them. They crave it when it's late at night and they've got you sobbing and thighs shaking as they kiss and lap at your scented thighs. And if theirs multiple humans in a space? That almost has a bot slurring their words as iff they just had the best energon. Just some thoughts haha I'm very sorry it's so long. I'm just a suckered for all these headcanons and just how while they may be disgusted and have hatred for humanity some fo them can't help but swoon for so many qualitys of their human companions that are nothing like their skin. So soft and complaint and so very warm at heart.

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

Ratchet x reader. Involving perfumes effecting cybertronians like a sex potion or sex pollen.

Then I have

Starscream x reader. Involving the infamous dress and him testing out different outfits on his partner.

This small collection of bots reacting to nipple piercings (was like my first fic I ever wrote here)

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I am quite a sucker for the clothing and fabric and perfume trope. I really enjoy writing cybertronians who adore seeing their partner drapped in shimmering fabrics. Becuase to the human its could just be a satin sheet, but to the cybertronian it is luxury, it showcases so much about you and every chance they get they love getting to just feel or touch the fabrics.

Imagine: your cybertronian is sat on theirs berth which is a mix of almost foam matting(yoga mat/ expanding foam) They don't lay on just metal but it's not particularly comfortable for their human. So one day, they introduced them to memory foam, and its like the bots world has opened up. It becomes a soft, comfortable recharge. But as you start bringing sheets, blankets, and your pillows, it makes the bots feel as if they are falling in love. They love it when you drape the soft fabric over them and make yourself almost a next on their chassis with the soft bedding. To they it feels like a luxury that you are pampering them even if it's just to make yourself more comfortable. It's the fact you leave them in their suite on their berth take makes their spark clench in delight knowing you'll be coming back.

I also tend to write cybertronains have alot more nasal sensors and detectors to the point they can break down the partials to annalise them. The smell of fresh lining is something that effects them almost like catnip with a cat. They will roll around in the fabric optics wide. Engines roaring in delight. As their joints squeak and clank against the walls.

I also love writing that Fabric was something that only the Highest of society had on cybertron, but mainly due to have small the fibers are it is extremely hard for cybertronains to replicate the material, so it fetched for high prices when Imported from organic planets. If you were of the lower classes, you would be lucky if you had a tarp or some sort of soft plastic as it was also still very sort after. So you can imagine how the cybertronains reacted once on earth, even while undercover. Fabric is such a huge part of human culture that cybertronians, when they find even just a pretty scrap of Fabric, keep it as a token. As if to say "frag you" to the universe.

But I can also see a human finding the stash of Fabric cut off's and offering to sew them all together in an almost patchwork like blanket for their bot and you can bet your ass you will have that cybertronian on thier knees worshipping you for it.

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"Hey, we have hail forecasted," their voice calls out to the vehicle parked in the driveway. The cybertronian is rather quiet as they register what was said to them. "It isn't acid rain, so it won't be anything too bad." they try to argue only to have a large old blanket thrown over them. "Hey, what are you doing?" It sends shock throught their system having something so soft drapped over their frame.

"I'm covering you up so you don't get hail damage, I sadly can't get you into the garage at the moment so the next best thing I can do is cover you up with some blankets and a tarp so you don't get damaged by ice falling out of the sky" they explain as they throw another over the vehicle. Making sure to fully cover the bot before throwing a waterproof tarp over them, too. "Sorry, I don't have anything better than this, but it will keep you dry and our of harm's way." Those words hit their spark in a way they never would have thought it would. They are left almost speechless, cosy, and somewhat warm as the hailstorm rolls in.

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When it comes to hair colour, skin colour, and tattoos. It fascinates them so much to see such diversity and colour on a species they originally believed to be quite dull. It gets to the point when making their holoform avatars they love exploring and expressing themselves as if making a sims character. Even going as far as some get custom paint jobs of the tattoos, they get on their avatars because, for them, it's the closest thing they can have to tattoos. But think about you getting a tattoo in a shop right across from where your cybertronian partner is getting their paint job because it was a cute couples day out.

And don't get me started on how much cybertronians love human's hair. The fibers are so different to them and they love the feeling of it, they just have to be very careful when running a digit theought thier lovers hair as to not get it jammed in the joints causing you pain.

Another thing that cybertronians are fascinated by is humans' willingness to injure themselves in the name of beauty. From tattoos, piercings, injections, and surgery. In honesty, it's not that different from frame ulteration, but they don't know how a human can do it. The bots can turn their pain sensors off while humans are just soldier on through it.

I love the idea that the bots also horde car freshners that their humans get them. It becomes a full-on pokemon card situation of them trading double ups, begging their partner to get them others so they can rub it in their friends' faces. But air freshners weren't a thing until Earth, and the bots love how it makes their frame smell different from the oil, grease, and car smell.

But perfumes gods I love the idea that perfumes have a certain chemical reaction to Cybertronian systems to the point to turns them into a raging horny bot who can't get enough of how your skin taste and how desperately they try to literally lick the perfume off your skin as if it were the riches and most expensive high grade energex on the market. It also leads to a lot of personal working with the bots not being allowed to wear perfume/cologne. Deodorants don't affect them the same way, but they also enjoy how they smell quite a bit.

But yes I love the idea of perfumes pretty much working like a pheromone spray and don't get me started on actual pheromones spray, your not leaving that bots berth for atleast 3 days, they will bring you food, water and anything you want but it literally overrides their system protocol and makes them desperate to breed you.

In conclusion, DO NOT wear perfume or Pheromone spray near the bots unless you don't intend to be leaving the berth for at least 3 days if not more becyase they can and will keep you their.

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