#tf idw hound x reader

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Walk Me Through It: Hound x Reader Smut

|| So glad I could finally post some smut for this guy, and just in time for Valentine's Day!! This one's for you @hoiststowline! For making me fall in love with this green to-good-for-this-world mech! Thanks a bunches!! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

"Oh, darlin’ you look so beautiful like this, and you’re taking my spike so well. Just a little more, can you do that for me?”

With Hound's gentle coaching you slide farther and farther down his spike and the stretch is almost too much. Each node rubs and presses against your walls just so, and you can't help the pleasured haze that falls over your mind. It's just the way you imagined taking him would feel like. All those nights of him dancing through your mind couldn't compare to having him finally inside you to ease that dull, persisting ache.

“That's what I like to see,” Hound purrs when you finally bottom out. He gives you plenty of time to adjust while a servo lazily circles your clit, hoping to stimulate you to make more lubricant. It can't be easy taking all of him, even with the prep he put you through and the mass displacement.

“Hold on now, I'm going to start moving.”

Hound effortlessly lifts you up his spike before gently bringing you back down again slowly, very, very slowly. He's not sure what he'd do if he actually hurt you so he's sure to keep a close watch on your face for any signs of discomfort. All you can do is whimper and mewl as he keeps an even pace.

Eventually those noises break away to deep, pleasured hums and groans.

“Is this good?”

Your head falls back in response as he slowly lets you take control back to bounce on him, your pace spryer than his. Still his servos never fully leave you, cupping your thighs to support you.

“I'll take that as a yes,” Hound struggles to keep his vocalizer even. You're just too damn pretty using his spike like you are. Light sweat covers your skin, and your eyes are heavy lidded and glazed over as if in a daze; You're so blissed out, and he can't believe that he's the one making you feel like that. Can't believe that you'd share something so intimate with him as your bare body. It's sweet.

Your head is empty as you brace yourself on his chassis to change the pace from restless bouncing to hedonistic grinding. Every part of you wants to touch every part of him and your undulations connect your bodies just right, keep that knot in your abdomen tight in all the right ways, that you hardly register all the moaning and groaning you’re doing. With your head so far away, you barely hear Hound's encouragement.

“How’s a mech supposed to last with you making noises like that?” he laughs. That gentle sound as he rearranges your insides has you seeing stars, and you look at him like he put the sun in the sky. How that love snared look will forever be burned into his processor.

“Keep sayin’ my name like that and I'm going to overload, darlin’,” he vents almost in warning, or maybe in a soft threat. This was supposed to be a gentle love affair. His and your first time without the holomatter avatar was meant to be sweet and slow, but the way things are looking now, with how you're chanting his name and begging him not to stop, it makes it hard to not roll you both over so he can show you all that he can do.

"Oh, you sound so sweet," I could spark you right now!

That last part he'd never say out loud. At least not until much later in the relationship if you'd ever have that conversation with him.

Focus Hound. This isn't about you, right now. They need you to take care of them!

Deep in thought he almost misses the faint tremor of your insides before you curl in on yourself and your walls clamp down hard on his spike.

"I know, sweetspark" Hound coos when your orgasms finally crashes over you. "Just ride it out, now. There we go, you're doin' great, love!"

His servos glide over your sides and down your thighs and back to soothe your trembling body. Each wave that shoots through you, that has you trembling against his frame, becomes that much more blissful with his servos all over you. He keeps you close to him as he rolls his hips softly up into you. Over and over until he gently overloads into your core with a groan of your name.

"I bet that feels better now, doesn’t it?"

You dumbly nod your head where it rests against his chassis.

"I’m glad I could help, love."

[hoiststowline]

responses to “don’t come over, I look like a mess” [w/ sunstreaker, cliffjumper, ratchet, bluestreak, hound & ironhide]

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“What? No. What did you say? That doesn’t make any sense, I’m coming over anyways,”:

• Sunstreaker is probably the biggest repeat offender on this one, and he uses it in other situations, too. he suddenly can’t comprehend and doesn’t allow you to explain yourself, though he and you full well know he understands. grumbles the whole ‘you’re breaking up!’ schtick. pretends to drive through a tunnel when he’s forty-five seconds away (where there is no tunnels) just to hang up without letting you say a peep. he won’t leave either, so you comply and come to see him, or you will be hearing his horn for the better part of the evening.

• a second guilty charge is aimed straight at Cliffjumper. somehow, there is never any time to explain and he’s in a huge hurry, and he’s only calling you as a courtesy so you’ll be outside and ready to go. If you even get a word in, mentioning weakly you look like shit or don’t feel up to seeing him, he’ll hang up. He can’t hear your lies if he literally can’t hear them or something like that. but once he pulls up and you aren’t outside, now you’ve done it, though he never directs the frustration at you. but if he’s in such a big hurry, wouldn’t he have left by now? Surely doesn’t have the time to wait around- and he’s yelling that you look fine from the street.

“That suspiciously sounds like you just made that up. at what point has that ever stopped me before?”:

• Ratchet will express that in so many words, but his concern will triumph over most things. He’s worried by your misplaced and unusual deflection, partial to looking for his company when it’s often unattainable. He doesn’t do it on purpose, but in the spare moments he does have, he uses them to see you. So when you decline his request, he’s still coming over, hell or high water. Whatever you’re wearing or whatever you’re doing he’s fine being in the company of, so your excuses are paper thin. You don’t sound sick, but he’s gotta be certain of that...

• “yeah, a hot mess!” Bluestreak tried, you’ll give him points there. “…that’s what you meant, right?” Unsettled and nervous chatter arises on his behalf when you can’t quite articulate why you feel so messy, and he immediately begins pressing for answers. there's a full minute where he thinks he did something wrong, and just when you console him that he didn't, you can already hear his wheels burning rubber in the background. hah, good luck stopping him, he's already halfway to your place, and cannot fathom why you looking a little messy would ever prohibit him from coming over. he'll be wary and uneasy the rest of the ride, wanting to get to the root of your woes.

“You always look beautiful, but if you’re not up to company that’s okay,”:

• Hound sorta understands, yet doesn't quite completely in regards to your explanation. though he's disheartened by a handful of things- one that you don't feel up to par outwardly and think that he cares what you are wearing or how you look in this very moment. you always look perfect to him, and your comment only fuels an unsteady flame that makes him think something else is very wrong. but he won't pry or shoulder his way in, he knows you'll come around when you're ready to talk, being supportive as always. he won't argue, he's straight to the point: no, you don't look a mess. he doesn't have to see you to know that, he knows, and to call him whenever you're ready for his company because he'll be over in a heartbeat.

• if anyone gets it, it's Ironhide. your excuse is garbage and untrue, but he'll kid around and poke fun just to get you to laugh. "What, did you just wake up or somethin'?" He really misses your company if you end up canceling, but he makes sure you know that you always look good to him, no matter what. he ultimately respects your boundaries for a couple of hours, and then he's circling your block to make sure you're still alive in there. radio silence is unforgiving, but as much as he misses you, he doesn't want to cross the imaginary line that is your patience. something else must be wrong for you to disappear into your room for the majority of the day, and he intends to get to the bottom of it by the evening.

[in1-nutshell]

Hmmm do know what we don’t have? ANGST! Picture this: Buddy is a pilot for a giant mecha. Each suit is user specific as they share a psychic connection with their chosen pilot as Buddy generates the power for them similar to the way a spark powers a Cybertronian. They can go months without eating, sleeping, or drinking while they pilot it. But Buddy had a bad encounter with the Decepticons while exploring space which separated them from their squad and left them fearful of revealing their organic nature to the Crew of the Arc. They know the Autobots are good people, but having the Decepticons respond to with fear and violence that left them and their partner so close to death? It’s better to just leave something’s unsaid… even if it kills them that they can’t be honest with their friends

Do we all love a little angst from time to time? The whole mind link thing reminded me of 'Avatar', which in itself is an interesting concept with a mech suit. Since you did not specify the continuity or characters, I randomly selected them. If this is not what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Hound, Ironhide, and Prowl’s reaction to Human Buddy in a giant mech suit (with mind linked to it like Avatar)

SFW, angst, mentions of PTSD, mentions of malnourishment and illness (but nothing explicit), happy ending, platonic, Human Reader

The Mech suit was safe. It was Buddy’s safe place. After all, they wouldn’t have survived the Decepticon attack if it wasn’t for the suit. They remembered how the brutal attack was left in the station.

They remembered the screams and yelling.

The sounds of blaring alarms and missiles exploding.

Those awful sounds…

Thank goodness they were found by Cosmos in the space station’s ruins. Buddy only had the mech suit and the airlock pod that had their organic form when he found them.

 As much as Buddy hated the weak form of their organic body was, they still needed it to have this body operational. So, Buddy kept up with appearances on the Arc and guarded the tiny pod with their life. Many bots tried to pry the pod open, but that usually ended up with Buddy’s pede in their chassis.

 A couple of days passed and the warning signs of their organic body failing began appearing. Buddy knew it was important to give the metal body a break but the memories of the attack… it was too much…

They did, however, miscalculate the length of the warnings because one minute they were walking down the halls with one of their bot friends and the next they were staring at the covering of the pod.

Uh oh…

Hound

Hound was so concerned when his friend suddenly fainted. All their biolights off and optics gone offline.

“Buddy? Buddy! Can you hear me!? Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the medbay! If you can hear me keep hanging in there!”--Hound

He scoops them up and is racing to Ratchet for help.

It isn’t until he passes by Buddy’s room, he hears something inside, something coming from the pod. Taking a risk, he went inside the room with the limp body in his servos and looked at the pod.

The pods doors suddenly opened revealing a rather malnourished and exhausted looking human.

“…”--Buddy

“…”--Hound

“… I can explain—”--Buddy

“Why do you sound like Buddy!”--Hound

“Oh this is going to take a bit to explain…”--Buddy

It took some explaining from the human to finally figure out what was happening.

Hound is sympathetic to Buddy’s situation. While he is hurt that they kept this sercret, he has kept secrets too. Hound isn’t able to judge a secret. He is quick to accept Buddy, the bot and human.

He vouches for Buddy when they do come out to the rest of the crew.

“So, your real body is in this pod here and then your mind goes into this body?”--Hound

“Yes.”--Buddy

“… This sounds like a human film I saw one time. I don’t remember the name of it, but it was a rather long one.”--Hound

Ironhide

Ironhide already has his servos on Buddy and is running to the medbay. He is not wasting any time, for all he knows every nanosecond is precious.

“Buddy! Oh Primus—EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY! SOMEONE GET RATCHET TO THE MEDBAY STAT!”--Ironhide

A moment of silence for the mechs that got trampled by Ironhide trying to get to the medbay.

He doesn’t know what just happened, but he knows that something like this isn’t common.

It’s just Ironhide and Ratchet when he comes in. As Ratchet starts examining Buddy’s body they come to a horrific conclusion, Buddy’s body wasn’t even Cybertronain. In fact, it had some similar human machinery than anything close to their anatomy.

It was a hollow shell.

A soft thud was heard in the medbay. It was coming from out of the pod. A muffled noise was heard from the inside.

“Ratchet, did you hear that?”--Ironhide

“Shh! Quiet!”--Ratchet

…

*muffled* “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”--Buddy

“Did—did that pod just—”--Ironhide

*muffled* “IRONHIDE!”--Buddy

“Yeah, I think it did! Pass me those pliers.”--Ratchet

Ironhide and Ratchet carefully pry open the pod and out popped Buddy.

Everyone is just surprised at what was happening. Ratchet is jumping into action seeing how sickly Buddy looked. Ironhide wants answers but he also knows that this isn’t the time for it.

Buddy does eventually tell him and Ratchet what was going on. Ironhide… he can’t exactly be too angry about this no matter how much this bothers him he can’t.

He knows what it’s like to fear for your life around bots that could potentially end your existence.

Ironhide does talk to Buddy about it.

He vouches for Buddy when they tell everyone else on board.

“Kid, go on and sleep. It’s been a long day even by Autobot standards.”--Ironhide

“I’m okay ‘Hide.”--Buddy

“Kid that’s not a suggestion. When was the last time you slept?”--Ironhide

“…”--Buddy

Buddy starts sprinting in the opposite direction.

Ironhide is close behind.

“GET BACK HERE AND SLEEP!”--Ironhide

“NO!”--Buddy

Prowl

Prowl is internally freaking out when Buddy’s body goes slack. He is quick to hoist them on his back.

“Buddy? Buddy?! Now’s not the time for your games! Primus, Ratchet!”--Prowl

He is quick to comm in Ratchet and escorts them to their room as it was the closest. Prowl is not expecting a tiny human to come crawling out of the pod looking half dead. He had his sneaking suspicions about the pod and all of the human references Buddy had made, but he thought he might have been a bit too paranoid.

“…”--Buddy

“…”--Prowl

“I can explain—”--Buddy

“You BETTER START!”--Prowl

Ratchet was so close to exiting out of the room when he saw Prowl arguing with a malnourished human with Buddy’s discarded body in a corner.

It takes a bit for Buddy to explain as they are trying hard to stay awake. Prowl while he wants all the answers, he backs off seeing how Buddy is. After Ratchet helps patch them up Buddy does their best to explain everything.

Prowl has conflicted feelings about Buddy hiding their identity.

On one servo he is angry.

How could Buddy hide such important information from everyone, from him?

On the other he is understanding.

He can’t count the number of times where he had to lie low in fear of triggering the enemy.

Not that he would ever admit that.

Prowl does give Buddy some space to decide on his feelings of this new discovery.

He does make up his mind and stands by Buddy as they explain everything to the rest of the crew.

“Was what we had… was it real?”--Prowl

“Prowl, all that I said was true. None of it was fake.”--Buddy

“…How can I trust you?”--Prowl

“You shouldn’t… but if things seemed fake on your part—”--Buddy

“No, no my feelings were true.”--Prowl

“Friends?”--Buddy

“Friends.”--Prowl

“… What in the Pits did I just witnessed?”--Ratchet

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Zookeeper

Masterlist

Activating in the early morning was easy, Earth and its beautiful sunrises were more than enough to activate movement protocols to catch on to the first rays of sunshine, the apricot smell in the air, the tinted particulates of water still not settling in the dirt, birds flocking above to catch their first meal, dogs yawning in the households’ gardens or the cats stretching in the windows, this was life, it was, his armor trembled slightly by the chilly air entering all systems, followed by the unmistakable scent of your body, taking your image in his processor to his spark, snuggling his face plate over your messed up hair, making it worse by the electric pull of his field and spark; your sleep at these hours has always been the deepest, and Hound takes no offense in it, relishing in the way your arms try to loop around his neck cables, fighting to not let go, “I need to go to the crops, just let me-”, he gives into temptation, snuggling you a bit more as his engines are showered in your warmth, “okay, five more minutes”.

30 minutes go by, and he fights his way out of bed with at least five kisses on his jawline and pressure under his modesty panel as incentives to stay and a still drowsy you in the covers, he feels slightly guilty for leaving you to fight off the cold by yourself but things need to be done already, who knows if the crows are already waiting for their first fuel schedule of the day? Better to go if he doesn't want the rage of the whole gang against him or you.

Easy to say, not to realize, “Ouch”, he has to mimic your onomatopoeia of getting hurt if he wants his work partners to believe they're exacting justice over his tardiness as he fills their feeder to the max, as fast as he can so they can stop the beak attack and avoid getting injured while at it, pretty sure the vet next town will have some questions if it happens again, “ouch, I’m sorry”, his digits open the external terrarium, the aurora snakes as sleepy as you, only one raising its little head when he is noticed, taking the slithering animals and putting them in his neck cables to help it raise the temperature until the sun reaches a good heat.

Once the troublemakers are well-fed for the morning he looks at the plants, thankful as all is intact, crops growing healthy at a healthy range with no snails or insects, took long enough, but no one can deny how nice it is to partner up with the fauna, still, he does believe the lasting fear of humanity in the long run of evolution has a great part in why Mrs. Parish keeps screaming when she catches a glance of the domestic aurora snakes he adopted to control the rodent's increased population, he does feel bad for the rats and mice but it is the way of life, Hound just hopes someday the little mammals would stop assaulting his crops and finally settle in the terrarium he has already done from a few weeks ago, maybe then he could try to manage a positive agreement with them in the same way he did with the crows and the snakes, even when he still isn't sure if the snakes got their benefits in real consideration in the same way the birds did, but yeah, Hound does the best he can to provide a fair place for them.

Hound takes a glimpse at the rising sun, his vents expulsion heated air as his panels retract a little, the early morning sun is finally above, and one aurora moves more energetically so he lets it go to do the job, the snake is smart and experienced enough to move away from the alien plant that is in the center of the crops; Hound mimics the sound of the crows to say “no harm” as he points at the snake and the plant “no touch”, some look at him once their fill is completed, soon going back with their flock to impart the message, with that done he begins to tend to the most delicate plants he can handle without damaging, watching absentmindedly at the pitch of land he hasn't touched yet, maybe he could use it for more crops, or maybe a rice paddy, he can go to the local library and download some knowledge, ask Mister Alunga as he has some on his place, Hound knows that books are good and that he can download, but it is also very important to learn from the people, and mister Alunga may be a tad bit grumpy but he has more experience than most as he is an elder, oh, the crows are over him now, especially the older one, leaving a shiny pebble over his helm, if she does that, then he is forgiven, his digit does its best to give little scratches over her head, “thanks”.

Meanwhile, with coffee in hand and bleary-eyed, you can only sip on the mug while watching Hound play Disney Princess blended with Steve Irvin, and yeah, that's the alien you want to marry.

[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

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

First Aid x Reader Hum Along

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

Steve and Vehicons x Reader Coin-Operated Boy

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

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Hound NSFW HCs

|| I have some smutty HCs for my newest blorbo, Hound. He is legit the world's most perfect man and is so sweet. I want to chew on him. I blame someone in particular for this brainrot (affectionate). They know who they are. ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

- so delicate and careful because he knows his size would literally crush you - likes to use everything but his spike because he is terrified of hurting you. It’s not that he doesn’t trust you, but accidents do happen - “I just want to be careful ‘s all.” - because of this he is so terribly pent up and the moment the two of you do have regular penetrative sex he is almost overloading the moment he enters you. - the first time the two of you have sex he insists on you using his valve under the guise of it being more sensitive. It is, but not by much. He just doesn’t want his spike to hurt you. - the moment he gets a mass displacement generator installed, you are trying to take advantage of it. He thought about it himself, but he is still hesitant. - he does go through with penetrative sex at that point though because he's been thinking about it for so long and you’ve managed to convince him that it’ll be ok and you won’t break - the fact that it’s a tight fit gets him going and he never thought he’d be one with a size kink, but here we are (wait until he finds out about his other kinks specific to human culture). You’re just so delicate and he needs to be present in every moment with you or you’re both in trouble. - Definitely pays very close attention to everything about you because of this - he knows things about your body that you may not even know yourself, and is also guilty of a romantic streak. Combining those two things makes for a very attentive lover by default. - goes down on you on the reg as his preferred nondisplaced mode of sex. He can be up close and personal with you and he can watch you come apart so much better from this angle. That and mutual masturbation or him giving head while he pleasures himself. - he is also a fan of talking you through your orgasms and caressing you ever so softly when you come undone. “That’s it, ah’ve got you.” - will always put your pleasure before his own to help you relax. Everything he does is about you as much as he can make it

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Domesticity and Other Distractions: Hound x Reader fic (PART 2)

|| Sorry it's so short! I'm still working on this, slowly but surely. I just haven't had the time with working second shift and trying to save up for my own place. I really hope you all like it! This is sort of like an escape for me at the moment with life being the way it is right now. I know we could all use a little sweetness in life and Hound is just the mech for the job! ||

more Fluff

Now that you’re in the full cleaning swing he makes his way downstairs feeling that itch himself. He closes up the garage and notes the mess your roomies left for you in the kitchen. Hound’s only ever done one chore for you here and that was taking out the trash (because it was a near torrential downpour and he didn’t want you to have to deal with that), so he does that and hopes it makes things easier for you. He tries not to fault your friends and chalks it up to them being just as tired as you, then he sees that there’s the largest pile of dirty dishes imaginable lying in the sink. Now that’s just plain rude!

He's never done it before with human food, but he imagines it’s a lot like cleaning energon cubes, so it’s not completely unfamiliar as he reaches for the dish soap and a sponge. Methodically he makes his way through the mountain and, in no time flat, he’s got the majority of it done. After a few more pots and pans he’s onto rinsing and then putting things on the counter over a towel to dry. He can see why you hate doing it when he notices the pads of his avatar’s fingers getting all wrinkly (what a weird thing humans do). He makes a note to ask you about why that happens later.

It's doing tasks like these that have him wondering about domesticity and you, and how he always finds the two going hand and hand with each other. If he were a human he’d have no problem doing all of these little things while you do some other little home things in a different part of the house. Even now when he’s pretending to be something he’s not, it’s like living in some fantasy where he’s not on the front lines of an eons long war and he doesn’t have to worry about you or the people he loves getting hurt. He can imagine that he lives here on this little blue marble in the middle of nowhere with a house, a garden, plenty of land to explore and sights to see, and you, always happy to see him and be loved by him. Now wouldn’t that be something?

He leaves the quaint little imaginings to the back of his processor and takes a moment to look around and see what else he can do to make things a little easier for you. Before he can take a crack at the living room and the many things in there, you’re coming down the stairs in your pajamas. By Primus, you look so cozy and soft with the light from the window on the stairs shining just right. You’re radiant and ethereal and his spark jumps in his chassis.

“I finished the room!”

You hop along down the steps, more pep than you should have from working all night long and wrap your arms around him with a hum. He can smell the freshly applied body spray, something soft and clean smelling with a hint of woody notes, when he returns the embrace and sways gently from side to side. This is surely some sort of dream. There is no way that Primus let him have this soft little thing from outer space that loved him so much. But who was he to question the creator.

“Ah took care of the dishes and the trash for you,” you look up at him in surprise, “Figured I’d make myself useful and try to tidy up.”

“Hound, you didn’t have to do all of that,” and the smile you give him is a mile long.

“Ah know, jus’ didn’t want you to stress yourself, darlin’.”

“You are too cute, you know that?”

You bury your face into his chest and he brings up a hand to cup the back of your head content to stay wrapped up in your warmth. How often do you get to hold each other like this? When was the last time you’d cuddled him, if ever? Not sitting on his shoulder or in his hand to be carried around and not sitting in his cab or the back seat when he takes you places. No, actually held and cuddled. When?

“Hey, do you want to take a nap with me?”

“Well, ah’ve never slept in a human bed before. Sure!”

With that you drag him excitedly up the stairs back to your room.

When Hound sees the space this time it’s definitely much cleaner. The bed is made and covered in soft, fuzzy blankets and plush pillows; the desk and bedside tables are visible if still a little cluttered, more of an organized cluster of items; and there are decidedly no “little patterned fabrics” to be seen.

“So, what do you think?”

(Part 1)

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Domesticity and Other Distractions: Hound x Reader fic (PART 1)

|| So I really am excited working on this little thing, but it's starting to turn into a big thing and I have to break it up. This is the first part in idk how many parts and it's just the fluff for now. Hope you like it!! ||

Fluff inbound!!

The early morning rays shine brightly into the garage and you’re just getting off the night-shift. You don’t really want to move from this spot in Hound’s driver seat. Here everything is nice and calm and relaxing. You don’t have to deal with cleaning the house that your roommates surely left a mess from the night before, you don’t have to answer phones from people who dial the wrong number to your work, and here you don’t have to hear all of that garbage on the television. You don’t have to make any decisions, you don’t have to perform any tasks, you don’t even have to think. Here with him, you can just be.

Hound keeps the radio on low, some soft crooning country song from the 80’s or 90’s humming in the background. He knows you’ve been working hard. He can see it in the way your shoulders sag, the way your eyes droop, the low tired rasp in your voice; You’ve been two seconds from recharge – sleep you call it – since he picked you up. He knows you need your rest. Maybe he could recline the chair for you just a bit? No, if he does that, you’re sure to be out like a light. You need to sleep in a real berth.

Hound materializes his holomatter avatar and opens the driver side door. You jump a little at his appearance but relax once again as you let him lift you out. Even like this he’s handsome and strong. He holds you to his chest like a newlywed. Looking up at him from where you rest your head against him, seeing the sun catch in his pretend body and the slight shimmer to his hair, he looks like the cover of those cheesy romance novels you see at the pharmacy. He’s golden and hazy and his touch is gentle and secure, and, most of all, this cowboy is all yours. You can feel your cheeks heat as a smile cracks your face.

“Now what’s got you all smilin’?” he grins from ear to ear.

“Oh nothing, just happy to be with you.”

His spark thrums in his chest. How can someone so small lay a big bot like him flat out like that with just a few words? His hands keep you tighter to him and he turns to make his way into your home, sporting a pink dusting of his own.

“Ah’m happy to be with you too.”

You use the hand that isn’t wrapped around him to open the door, and he steps into the empty home. You’re glad there’s no one here at the moment. You’d surely be ridiculed by the others for being carried in. They’d start chanting about you and Hound sitting in a tree again and you don’t think your heart could handle the embarrassment.

“Where’s all your roommates?”

“Working their day jobs. I’d better get my rest now while they’re away. Lord knows they’ll be rowdy once they get back.” You make to get off of him, but Hound doesn’t let you down.

“I know you’re tired, darlin’. Why don’t you let me take you up to bed? You said your feet have been killing you, and I can’t have you dyin’ on me.”

Knowing Hound, behind that boyish humor, he’s serious about doing it, but the thought of him seeing your bedroom unkempt and messy has you wanting to tell him no. The rest of the house is explainable as your fellow inhabitants, but your room is all your own fault. You don’t want him to see you and your mess nest! On the other hand, staying wrapped up in his arms sounds like heaven. Can he even carry you up the stairs? Plus, wouldn’t it be weird for him to walk back through the house alone when he goes to leave? He could just disappear, but that would be weird too?

Hound can see the gears turning in your head and the uncertainty that looms behind your eyes. Maybe you don’t want him to carry you? He could definitely do it; you weigh nothing to him. Hell, he could hold you all day if you’d let him. He wouldn’t put you down for anything, Prowl and his paperwork be damned.

“Are you sure? It’s a little messy. I haven’t been home or awake long enough to clean it and there’s piles of clothes everywhere…” You look away from him, embarrassment red on the tips of your ears.

“Oh, if you’re worried about the mess, don’t worry. Ah’ve seen the way Cliffjumper leaves his hab. I’m sure if I’d left you alone in there you wouldn’t be able to find your way out.”

You breathe out a laugh through your nose and he smiles, glad you’re not frowning.

“If you insist…”

“Ah promise it’s not as bad as you make it out to be, darlin’.”

With that he walks through your home and up the stairs. He’d only ever been in here a couple of times: once when you invited him in to watch some television on the couch; another time when he came to make sure you were alright after the power went out, he insisted staying with you throughout the night until it came back on; and another time when he met your friends for a roommate game night, he’d had a blast until one of them asked how long you two had been dating. There was nothing wrong with the question but having to explain to an alien robot what dating was and what it meant had to be right up there with giving a sex ed talk to an out of touch, overly sheltered family member.

Once he’s up the stairs and at your door, you again open it for him. He’s not wrong about it being as bad as you imagined, it’s worse. Your undergarments, half drank drinks, and personal care  products are strewn over almost every available flat surface, and the chair in the corner as well as your desk chair are piled high with not quite dirty laundry. Many of the items you’ve only worn once but couldn’t justify calling it dirty as, again, it’s only been worn once. The floor is also covered in a light scattering of clothing. Clothes, clothes, clothes. At the center of the mess is a definitely slept in bed that looks more like a nest you fell out of than a regular respectable sleeping space. It didn’t look this bad last night, you swear!

“So this is your room, huh?” he says as he looks around at the decorated walls and the fluffy floor – “carpet” you called it, right? Then he looks to the hooks for your hoodies and wonders aloud what that “little patterned fabric” was for. Oh lord, not the spotted underwear!

“Okay, that’s my cue to clean all of this up right now,” you clamber down from his hold and start tossing water bottles in the nearest overfilled trashcan and dashing to pick up much of the unmentionables, “If you want, you can just hang downstairs or back in the garage. I’ll come get you when I’m done,” you pause and face him face flustered, “if you’re staying, that is..? I don’t mean to assume, I just thought…” You add that last bit almost forgetting that he might have patrol or some other assignment.

The way you’re looking at him, like he’s someone you want to impress, makes his tanks do flips, could you get any cuter?! You think he cares if your room is a little messy? You could live in a dumpster, and he’d still spend every last bit of his free time trying to see you and spend time with you. What your house looks like never bothered him, as long as you’re there he’s happy. Not to mention you look so hopeful for him to stay. He couldn’t turn away even if he wanted to, not that he ever did.

Hound just smiles back at you and happily announces, “Ah didn’t plan on going anywhere, so, unless I get a call, I’m all yours for the next ten hours.”

Seeing your eyes light up has him ready to jump for joy with you! It’s like that time you watched him pull into your driveway after a month of being on a long-distance mission. You’d rushed right into his arms thankful to see him. It was lucky no one was home and that you’d lived far from the main roads, otherwise you’d have to explain alien robots and sentient cars, but that was the last thing on your mind when you were more interested in showering him with love. That was when you’d shared your first kiss.

“Ah’m sure I’ll find something to occupy me while you do your thing up here.”

“Sounds good! I shouldn’t be too long,” you say diving back into your room, but not before dashing up to him and giving him a peck on the cheek that leaves him glowing.

(Part 2)

[drabbletron]

Domesticity and Other Distractions: Hound x Reader fic (PART 3)

|| Another short one, but the next part will be longer and focus on how friendship turned into romantic inclinations for reader and Hound. I really do love that mech lol ||

p fluffy under the cut

mentions of a sucky ex

“Looks cozy,” Hound takes a moment to step inside where the carpet sinks beneath him. It’s like walking around in a meadow after a fresh rain and the earth is soft and malleable. He moves through the space and inspects every inch he can and just finds more and more things that fit your personality. The little trinkets that line your bookshelf, the wall art and posters, the color of the curtains and the things that hang from the ceiling. All of it is so undeniably you and he can’t get enough of this place, so alien and yet so like his own space. A thought flashes in his processor: would a house with you look like this too? How would your stuff and his stuff look sitting on the shelf side-by-side? Would fresh flowers be something you’d be interested in keeping in the kitchen or in the living room? Well damn, maybe he should just ask you to move in? You’d never have to clean up after others, you’d have more space for all your stuff, and the two of you could spend so much more time together!

But he couldn’t ask that of you. The two of you have only really been serious for a couple months now and have barely graduated past kissing and hugging, and even all of that is so sparse with him being a scout. Plus, it’d be much too dangerous for you to just waltz around the base where any bot could accidentally squish you. Maybe he’s crazy for wanting that with you, at least so early on. Best let you take care of the pacing. Whatever you decide is fine with him as long as you’re together.

Hound turns back to you and sees you folding down the bedding and fluffing the squishy pillows at the top. He knows that being in this holomatter body isn’t the most ideal, and it can be a bit tedious to pilot, but he’s thankful for the ability since it’s likely his actual body, even with mass displacement, would crush the little berth you sleep in. He makes his way over and helps himself to climbing into it with you, careful to get rid of the boots on his avatar. When he first laid with you on the couch you made mention that putting feet coverings on furniture was frowned upon and even seen as disrespectful to some. Since then, he does his best to make sure to keep his off of anything even remotely furniture like, especially the soft kind.

As he lays beside you a sense of peace washes over him, and the moment is only enhanced when you cuddle up next to his side in the crook of his arm. You drape a hand over his chest and a leg over his hip to snuggle deeper into the blankets.

You can’t remember the last time you’ve laid with someone like this. Your last relationship wasn’t much of a cuddler and seemed to always have “something come up” when you’d brought up the idea of staying over.

They hardly seemed to give you the time of day when it was something you wanted, but when they wanted something, it was all sorts of important. It never mattered if you were busy or your plans conflicted with theirs, if they wanted something they did their best to get it. Guilt tripping was their favorite thing to do, almost a second hobby to them, and ‘If you love me’ was a popular staple in their vocabulary. You never told Hound about them. It would be too upsetting for you to talk about anyway, and you doubt he’d want to hear about why you were so hesitant to let him in when you two first started this relationship.

You’d known Hound for a good year and a half before either of you made any sort of movement towards the romantic, and that first moment you realized he cared like that terrified you.

[drabbletron]

So, I know everyone is all convinced that Rodimus is the one to get freaky in his alt mode, but we've forgotten about Swerve and Hound in this.

It is canon that Hound would like to be human. He would totes do his human in the backseat of his alt mode while they're on a hiking/sigh-seeing date. Hands down, he would do it.

Swerve might be the one to take his partner to a drive-in and get freaky in the back of the truck bed under some blankets, praying he doesn't get caught.

Swerve and Hound are also probably guilty of trying to double-team their human significants between their bot modes and their holomatter avatars.

I know these might seem far-fetched, but I have my reasons!!!

[hoiststowline]

could you do a mindless touches for hound and ratchet and another bot of your choice (if you're interested)? I love what you wrote for that prompt!

[a/n: yeah!! these are sm fun to write! here’s part one !]

mindless touches & other sentiments [hound, ratchet, & spinister]

hound is a firm believer in showing affection in physical touch, whether in the form of high fives, pats on the back, or holding you close. of course, certain things are saved for behind closed doors, more intimate and mushy than necessary for the public eye. he’s not exactly the guy for pda, but in certain instances, he can’t help himself, especially when you look at him like that. he’s sneaky, but also guilty of pinching the fabric of your shirt to get your attention, patiently waiting for you to look his way so he can steal a kiss. or two. 

anyone who has taken the moment to speak to hound knows he’s kindhearted and compassionate, unyielding in most respects. this translates through most of his conversations and mannerisms, knowing that there’s probably very few things you could do that would ever make him change the way he feels about you. he adores his s/o, and getting to snuggle with you after painfully long hours is probably his number one cure for a bad day. as it is yours, hound can tell straight away when the hours haven’t been kind to you. “come here,” he’ll say, understanding without much context that you just want to be held.

his versions of lots of things fill your heart with so much love. quite obviously, there is much that he wants to do for you, but can’t, so he finds loopholes just so he can see you smile. he loves to see you smile, that familiar twinge of red atop your cheeks in the form of a blush. a lot of the time, one thing you’ve found that he does without thinking is slowly nudging you into the crook of his arm. especially if he’s at his desk or you’re within reach, almost effortlessly he’ll bring an arm around your form and gently guide you there, as he continues to work on whatever occupies his attention, though not for much longer. 

personally I feel like ratchet is the king of mindless touches. he will gently nudge or poke you while typing, grazing your thigh or knee with his pinky just because. half the time he doesn’t realize he’s doing it, and somehow his hand always ends up in your lap. he will scoff and completely disagree if you try to point it out, trying to tug himself free at your observation but you beg for him to keep his hand there. while it’s totally his call whether or not he does, he’ll roll his eyes and let you win, trying to ignore your soft touches across the back of his servo. 

he also appreciates acts of encouragement. if you initially offer him a high five, he wouldn't have been looking for it and is confused by your offer. now, when there are small or large successes, courtesy of the doctbot, he presents his hand to you in search of the sentiment. he isn't even looking your way half the time, its a knee-jerk reaction and won't pull back until you tap your palm against his. it's a more public display of his attentiveness and endearment towards you, even if he knows it's a reflex to appear standoffish. there's grander actions and meanings behind the way he acts, you'll decipher them and won't pressure him, something that he admires about his s/o.

lets you crash whenever or wherever you end up. no arguments or questions asked, ratchet understands the importance of rest and would never expect you to stay awake well into the morning while he works. most often, you curl up against his side, entranced by the hum of his spark and cherishing his company. this is more-so in the privacy of closed doors, certainly, though if anyone were to see such a display, it wouldn't bother him. "they fell asleep," he'd minutely shrug, then return to his work as if nothing ever happened.

spinister loves to run his digit up and down the length of your spine, a comforting action that not only calms you, but him as well. it's a gesture that occurs the most frequently, whether that be if you were settled on his lap or sprawled out across his desk or berth. it quite often puts you right to sleep, nodding off and eerily impressed at how soft and featherlight his touch is against your shoulders and lower back. he continues the same motion well after you've fallen asleep, afraid you'll wake up from much needed rest if he ceases. he doesn't mind, it started off as a automatic undertaking whenever you sought his company.

'holds' your hand, though it's more of a grey area in the definition. you lose your non-dominant hand for large sweeps of time, as he holds it captive in his large servo. his plating is often cool to the touch, so it's not an overbearing gesture, but if he isn't doing that, he's allowed you to haul yourself free only to inspect each of your fingers. running his thumb over your knuckles and retracting his face-shield to pepper kisses across your palm. it's habitually unspoken and wordless action with spinister, even if he's sometimes nervous of hurting you or doing something that would take that smile away.

hugs are his favorite. you hardly have to ask, appear anywhere within a mile radius of him with outstretched arms and it's like he senses it, booking it to wherever you are. loves nuzzling his cheek against yours, holding you close to his face with two hands. pda is no obstacle, he doesn't care at all, but if you're a more privatized person regarding it, no questions asked. spinister respects all your wishes and only wants you to be as happy as he is, if not more, mesmerized by your laughter and smiley appearance. he is the happiest mech alive when you are in his arms, and hopes the emotion translates well enough through his actions when he can't quite find the right words to articulate his adoration for his s/o.

[hoiststowline]

Driving down the road listening to 80s bops with Jazz, Hound, or Hot rod what songs are we listening to with them

[a/n: anon, you have made this eighties music fan the happiest person alive rn, I thank you for this ask!]

Jazz definitely has a more curated music taste, but his love expands across a lot of different genres. Donna Summer, Van Halen and Quarterflash all come to mind for some artists, though I recently saw a comic panel that he’s a Madonna fan, which I can totally see. Any album like Like a Virgin or The Works that give off some of the anthems of the eighties I can see him enjoying. A favorite song of his The Reflex by Duran Duran, but there’s many that are number one songs for him.

Hound likes just about anything that comes across his radio from that decade, but he favors it a little more if it’s Billy Joel, Survivor, or Bryan Adams. The albums Glass Houses and Reckless are his favorites, but I think his favorite song of all time is High on You by Survivor. His music taste is most definitely heavy on pop/rock, he has an immense appreciation for other genres such as R&B and country, alike Whitney Houston and Kenny Rogers.

Anything rock, Hot Rod is in. Def Leppard, Steve Miller Band, and Journey are all fair game, loving albums such as Frontiers and Hysteria. Songs that you roll all your windows down and spin the volume dial all the way to the right, though I think his favorite song is You Might Think by The Cars. He also probably would devotedly listen to The Traveling Wilburys, just because of all the rock and pop legends in that group, even if some of the sounds are more folk and country, he still loves it.

[hoiststowline]

Can I have a first kiss scenario for hound with human femme reader?

hound x reader

[a/n: any hound request is absolutely my pleasure to write. he's just so lovely.]

He’s fairly positive that everyone but the object of his affection knows of his enervating romance regarding you, the scout unable and struggling to find the courage to present his feelings to you with dexterity. Hound felt that everything he did lately felt clumsy, stumbling over words that usually came unchallenging in conversation, and has been caught staring about five times too many. It’s so damn easy to study your smile, the way your cheeks lift somewhat to accommodate the bend of your lips and every time he gets to see it, it feels like a reward and a punishment altogether. 

It’s no different than the ones you cast towards Cliffjumper, Mirage, or even Sunstreaker when he makes some quip that causes you to giggle. He’s crazy to think perhaps there is one saved special, a more carefree and blithe grin that upstages all others that have come before it. It’s unlikely, but he’s long been a fool about many things, and he wasn’t about to stop daydreaming about its existence when it wasn’t entirely proven it didn’t subsist. 

This time, it’s different, it’s a reunion a long while in the making. He’s been on a reconnaissance mission for about four and a half weeks, much shorter assignment than he’s accustomed to, but by far the longest you’ve both been apart. Earth’s time measurements often left him confounded, as stents that don’t appear extensive are quite the opposite in your perspective. 

He’s been back at the Ark roughly three hours give or take, enough to be medically cleared and undertake the necessary paperwork. It’s exhausting to prepare all this intelligence and information for a grand portion of it to be tossed into oblivion because it wasn’t useful or it was old news.

Yet, Hound does it without argument each time because the sooner it’s accomplished, the earlier he can seek your company. Not typically being one to skip out on assignments, Prowl was floored to discover the first time he’d tweaked the edges of his patrol to include your home. With a heavy spark, he made a pact to finalize his responsibilities before joining your camaraderie, though he didn’t have to be happy about it. 

Eventually, carrying an armful of data-pads, he begins the trek down to Prowl’s office when nervous chatter could be heard just around the corner, leading into the expansive room that would be the flight deck. He ventures to pass it by, making a mental note to assess the situation on the way back to his habsuite when he picks up your voice, enough to comprehend that you are not in a jovial mood. 

Immediately, he’s pivoting and heading straight for the cockpit, just five paces down the hall, followed by an expeditious left. When he reaches the interior panel, it slides over upon his proximity, and he finds you’re bargaining with Mirage to discover when the bot himself was supposed to return to the Ark. 

At the noise, you both freeze, fearful that you are being too loud and disturbing the peace. Hound can’t recall what Mirage said, his gaze trained entirely on you and the glassy look in your eyes. 

“Hound!” You’d exclaimed, but something different occurred, something else accompanied it. It caused him to drop the seven or eight data-pads he’d had in his hold, bewildered as that smile he’d convinced himself he’d imagined erupts, one that is just pure elation that could not be contained. 

At the dramatic clatter, you’d jumped slightly, but the smile never left your face, scrambling and nearly tripping across the floor to make it to him as efficiently as possible. Hound knows he’s got to have the dumbest expression on his face, but he can’t bring himself to care as he drops to a knee, empty arms now wide as he patiently awaits your embrace. 

“When did you get in? I had no idea you returned,” Mirage moves to begin collecting the dropped data-pads, but not before gently patting Hound on the shoulder. “Welcome back, buddy.”

He’s so distracted by the way your arms fight to wind around his neck but collects himself to address MIrage. “Thanks. ’N not too long ago, but don’t worry ‘bout that, I gotta get those to Prowl-”

“I got this,” The blue mech laughs, gesturing with his helm toward the paperwork. “Somebody was very worried about you,” 

Hound mouths thanks as Mirage disappears out the door, the panel closing back over with an automated hiss, leaving you both in shared solitude. “And how are you?” He rumbles, servo cupping your back as you pull rearward to address him, fingers splayed across the warm metal just around his collarbone. 

“I should be asking you that,” You laugh gingerly, hastily blinking away that worried emotion. “I just wanted to make sure you were doing all right. You’re not hurt, are you?” 

Hound blinks twice before comprehending what you’ve said, his unoccupied servo coming to rest over your left hand, dwarfing it where it resides on his chest. “‘M fine, ah promise. But, m’sorry to have been gone for so long.” He whispers when he’s so close to you like this, afraid to talk any louder to disturb such a perfect moment. 

“It’s okay,” The smile persists, even if it’s a smidge mellowed, just so your cheeks don’t begin to twinge with discomfort. “But I won’t lie, I missed you. Like a lot, a lot,”

At that, he chuckles, the action felt as it reverberates up from his chassis and tumbles out his mouth. “I missed ya more, y/n.” 

There’s a pause, a brief stutter where you both just smile stupidly at each other, the cool touch of Hound’s servo furling softly to hold yours within his grasp. Everything stopped, your heart leaps to your throat as you remove your free hand from his clavicle to rest on his cheek, Hound leaning negligible weight into your benign touch. 

“Yeah?” You rasp, leaning just an inch forward, waiting to be dismissed, but the idea of backing out now never crossed his processor. If anything, he moves closer, just near enough that you can see the sincerity dwelling in his cerulean optics. 

“Willin’ to bet on it.” He breathes, though his voice box hitches as you close the remaining distance to plant a kiss squarely atop his lips. 

[hoiststowline]

heyo! do you have any headcanons as to how cybertronians would kiss a human? I know it's canon in the comics, but what about a first time kiss for someone not of their species?? Maybe with hound and ultra magnus??

a/n: hi! of course, anything with Hound and Ultra Magnus is an immediate yeah!!

ultra magnus

probably the most standoffish to it and voices that pretty early on in the relationship. mostly because he can't quite navigate it as effortlessly as some may be able to, afraid of doing it wrong or ungentle.

to compromise, he finds himself drawn to kissing the top of your head or your temple. he can do it easily, always in private, but he supposes he prefers it this way. no, intense locking lips is not on the table currently. because he's an old bot, it comes with the territory.

the drastic size difference is the most obvious concern if he were to impart honestly. he is so afraid of hurting his s/o legitimately that he's good with the softer touches and sometimes heavy-handed forbearance. as long as his partner is alright with it, so is he.

he's also one to kiss his s/o's hand or knuckles, just because it's a simple gesture but means everything. he demonstrates his respect and admiration with a singular action, making a straightforward junction with his s/o's skin in seconds, his warmth and touch abiding ever-so-faintly.

hound

while definitely highly affectionate, I think Hound's a little more reserved when it comes to kissing. he's the kinda guy who likes positioning his nose on his s/o's shoulder and kissing between shoulder blades. somewhat sloppy but meaningful, more so in lazy moments.

if there is a kiss to be shared, it's his s/o calling the shots first. wherever it lands, on the cheek, lips, forehead- he returns it in the same spot, touch featherlight and extremely soft. anything his s/o does makes him happy, so please, it doesn't matter where they're getting it reciprocated.

also a bit frightened and slightly unnerved by the size difference. may or may not need some coaxing at specific points in the relationship, and will yield eventually. things take time, and he's not one to rush headfirst into things, immensely careful.

it usually takes an "it's okay, Hound" or two to actually get him to believe what he's hearing, but he relents when he ascertains it's not a false affirmation.

[hoiststowline]

Hey, I just broke up with my long-term bf since he refuses to get a job. It's been about 2 years. Can I request some hound lovin? Just some holding and cuddling, please? Reader obviously has been crying but trying to be strong.

Thanks! You're the best!

[a/n: hi anon, im really sorry to hear you’re going through that rn. i also apologize this took a hot minute, I hope you are doing better and I wish nothing but the best for you & your future! 🫶]

hound x reader

If there’s one way to analyze your behavior as of late, it’s distant. Not directly and not with the intention of being mean-spirited, it just appears that when the opportunity arises, you’re a bit slow moving to the situation. Hound would never fault nor blame you for tardiness, he understands better than anyone that things happen unexpectedly and you can’t help it.

But your demeanor changes, into one of a sudden, uncharacteristically different display. Sluggish, no, more…defeated, as if something wasn’t going right and it was persistent in keeping you off balance.

Hound asks, every single time if you’re doing okay. It's done notwithstanding, a greeting to ascertain that nothing is amiss. In this instance, he knows you’re not, but each time you dismiss his concerns. It’s disheartening, but he’ll never pry, never pull the information out of you. It’s not doing anyone any good to do it that way, so he allows you the room to act on your own accord.

But today is unlike all the other times before. There’s been a shift, it’s changed from feeling temporarily downhearted to straight-up miserable, a glassiness within your eyes that he cannot place.

Hound’s never seen you cry, and while you may not be actively doing it right now, it’s evident that you had been. You’d smudged away the rivers that ran down your cheeks, hopeful to keep them well hidden as you muster up a brave face. It momentarily pains him that you feel as if you can’t show your emotions to him so rawly, but within the interaction is understood regardless. You’ve sought him out, on your own terms, looking for his company and perhaps some sort of advice.

"D'you wanna talk about it?" It's hushed, offered to fill the unyielding silence that has overcome the room in a manner of moments. It hadn't taken very long to break your facade, finally giving in to the fact everything was not alright.

The look in your eyes worried him immensely, immediately rushing to your side to ensure you were outwardly alright. The unknown disquieted him down to his very core, feeling a tightness within his chassis that was ill-placed.

Somewhere along the way, he'd scooped you into a hug with your permission, understanding wordlessly that's all you really wanted in that given moment. Hound would happily supply, though there's always the tenacious urge to discover the root of your problems. He'd solve them in a moment if he could, feeling you were underserving to have such burdens to keep you weighed down.

Promptly, you shake your head no, avoiding the discussion you knew was never too far behind. "Not right now," You mumble, leaning your cheek against his shoulder to prolong such a comforting feeling. His hands hold you upright, a single finger running the length of your back in a soothing manner, quietly lulling you into a heavy-lidded stare.

"Later, then?" He tries, knowing you are slowly pulling towards some much-needed sleep.

"Promise," You whisper, fingers fumbling to entrap whatever parts of his plating you can hold, wanting to be closer than feasibly possible. It's an inordinate feeling of safety that keeps you grounded, steadily feeling the sense of apprehension and distress slip from your shoulders.

[hoiststowline]

everknown

hound x sick!reader

His stride moves with purpose, half on its volition as the remaining fragments slip to his processor, a single thought tugging happily free. This was the end of the strain, the final handful of strenuous moments he needed to push through, and the light at the end of the tunnel finally appeared within reach.

The radio silence was unforgiving, forced to suppress a squabble that brewed angrily in his throat. Asking him to do something mean-spirited and wounding was like a knife to the spark, recalling the small voice attempting to mask the waver on the other end of the line. "I think it’s probably just a cold.” The reassurance was appreciated, but he wasn’t entirely sure he believed you. “I'll be fine! You worry about what you need to do Hound, and I'll see you soon,"

An ex-vent, shaking his processor free of the idea that somehow things had gotten worse over the course of three days. He hadn’t wanted to leave you alone, forced to persist in such a situation without someone there to help you. But as it all dwindled down, he was strong armed into his responsibilities, and he would admit loudly that he wasn’t happy about it.

The walk to Prowl's office was done via muscle memory, exhausted frame rattling with a yearning, an urgency to leave the Ark as fast as feasibly possible. He hardly waited for the officer to reply to his wordless query, punching the button a little too forcefully, not entirely patient enough to let the panel slide over in full.

Prowl doesn't acknowledge him, lest at first, watching from the corner of fatigued optics as he tosses another data-pad to the ever-growing pile. Hound wastes no time, offering a hum of greeting before heading back towards the door, only stopping dead in his tracks as Prowl's voice pierces his audials.

"What's the hurry?" He huffs, spinning in the desk chair rather grimly. "You still owe me three other reports,"

"Cliff's got somethin' to add to 'em." He drawls, not turning to address him, fearful he'll sense the veiled lie. "Said he'd drop 'em off in a cycle or two,"

"I need you to sign off on them." Hound only relaxes when he hears the chair squeak, confirming he's turned back to his work. "You know that."

"Yeah, ah do." His shoulders slump forward, silently praying that Cliffjumper would hold up his end of the bargain. "Can't do anythin' 'bout it until he finishes."

"Will do." Prowl waves him off with two lazy swipes of his servo, never moving to address him in full once more. Taking that as dodging a very formidable bullet, he slips from the room and begins back down the hallway, careful to ensure a quiet exit with no other unwanted interruptions.

For having everyone avoid you for the better part of forty-eight hours, it seemed unrealistic for someone to want your company. Hound had shown up after a impromptu phone call, rattling off that he was on his way and left little room for argument. "I'm still sick-" You'd tried, but he promptly put that to bed, stating he was ten minutes out and to be ready for him.

Now, after a disorienting ride to the Ark, you stand with shoes glued to the icy metal of the floor, perplexed. A shiver runs up aching joints as uncertainty and delirium rattle a conflicted mind having slept most of the drive. Though, it was no wonder that most of this felt like a lingering dream, shifting warily on unsteady legs as glassy eyes nervously scanned Hound's shared berthroom. A cough rasps from a sore throat, a residual taste of medicine, and cough drops dampening heavily atop your taste buds.

At the sound, the mech steals a glance over his shoulder, an unfamiliar frown settled onto his face-plate. You appeared downright exhausted, looking somehow more knackered than when he'd seen you just three days prior. After fretting, rightfully so, you'd encouraged that it always gets worse before it gets better, but the worry never leaves his processor.

A nest of blankets and pillows had been removed from your room and tossed in his alt-modes back seat upon his insistence, feeling overly guilty for pulling you away from much-needed sleep, but hopefully doing so for good reason. He wanted to monitor your condition and be close enough that if anything happened, he could get you to a human medic without issue.

"Y'arlight?" He mumbles, keeping his volume at a minimum. "I mean, obviously not, but that don't sound so good,"

A sneeze, quickly followed by another, hastily stuffing a rosy nose into the crook of your elbow. "Mhm, I'm fine."

With such a defeated tone, it only prompts Hound to make cursory final adjustments before turning his attention in full your way. "C'mon, ya need your rest,"

Heels lift off the ground only to rock your weight to the tips of your toes, then back from where it initially dispersed. "I don't think this is a good idea, Hound." You wheeze, still unmoving.

"Why's that?" He lowers himself to a knee, expecting you to finish the remaining distance as always, but for the first time, you don't, only alarming him more. "Am I botherin' you?"

He's not going to point out the fluid that brims within your eyes just because he's uncertain if the blame is on the sickness or another ailment. It becomes apparent that you had been distant, but perhaps he'd been a bit too pushy in attempting to comfort such a worry.

"No, not at all! I don't wanna get you sick," You whisper, hushed enough that his audials hardly picks it up. "I'm still contagious, I think, and the medicine hasn't even kicked in, and-" Another sneeze and Hound waits patiently for you to finish the thought, but you just start to furl in on yourself.

"That's very kind of you, y/n, I appreciate that," He replies, optics dimming slightly as he reaches a servo your way, a wordless question you always know the answer to. "Don't think you could get me sick if ya tried. Ah feel bad yer sufferin' so bad,"

Your gaze bounces from his hand to his face, a small sympathetic smile twitching free. Somehow finding the strength, with great effort, you peel formerly stuck shoes free, languidly making the short distance to his call. "You sure?"

"Positive," Hound rumbles, relaxing once you approach. "Darlin', even if you could, nothin' was gonna keep you away from me any longer." Once within reach, he takes your hand between two digits, not liking how cool to the touch you are.

At Hound's natural body heat, you shuffle closer, almost pulled magnetically against his hold. Your shivers cease for the moment, beginning to lean forward as his unoccupied servo comes to your back, wordlessly asking permission to pick you up.

You sluggishly nod, a poor answer, but he understands all the same, carefully lowering you onto his awaiting palm. “If you ain’t better in a couple hours, I’m takin’ you to a medic.”

Almost violently, you shake your head, eyes fluttered shut as he slowly stands, painfully so as to not jostle you. “You’re so warm…”

“Y’just figured that out?” Hound chuckles, surveying you warily. “y/n, I’m bein’ serious about the medic, though.”

With the same unyielding caution, he moves onto the berth, yourself deposited on the pile of pillows he had created there, though still nestled in the crook of his arm. Your head lulled against his chassis as his hand rests on your knees, pulling a blanket over your form as you bundled deeper.

“Oh…okay.” You relent, cheek smushed as your fingers grasp at the fuzz of the blanket, completely delirious. “Love you,” It’s hushed and congested, bringing an air of relief as you teetered on the edge of sleep.

“And I, you darlin’. Sorry it took me so long to help ya,” His thumb runs over your lower legs, soothing like, guilt beginning to crawl back into his chest.

“S’okay,” You reply, nose wrinkling to suppress a sneeze. “I know you’ve got…stuff to do.” Even in your half-asleep state, Hound can easily find how genuine you are, insistent all the same.

“Yeah, but it ain’t fair.” He replies, voice soft. “Y’deserve a lot better. Someone who won’t disappear when…ya need…them…”

As he looks down, you’re entirely conked out, breath evened as he ex-vents soundlessly. “Right. Sleep.” He decides, voice barely audible.

About an hour had slinked by when the door panel slides over, Cliffjumper standing in the doorway with an armful of datapads. He goes to round off into a list of what Hound needs to sign or edit, but the green mech raises his free servo to his mouth-plate, pleading with him to remain quiet.

“You really took my next six patrols for this?” Cliff whispers, looking down at the figure cuddled against his side.

In response, he nods happily, moving through the datpads as Cliff waits. “They’re sick, Cliff. ‘N I had to make ‘em wait three rotations.” He’s being fairly lenient, scanning over the reports before handing them back to Cliffjumper.

Little does he know, or assumes even if he does, he doesn’t care- that patrols were a good thing. It was almost a laughable deal, one that he had to compose himself for when Cliffjumper had brought it up. Patrols are lengthy hours and are often the most boring part, but he finds himself looking forward to them, now that he has someone to do them with.

“Gross,” And he knows what that’s about, moreso that you’re ill and not that Hound’s a lovesick bot. “Do you want me to go get Ratchet?”

“Maybe in a bit. I’ll let ya know.” After the last document, Hound moves to get up, hopeful not to wake you, but a servo comes to his chest, gently pushing him back down.

“Gimme the last one,” Cliff ex-vents, feigning annoyance. “I’ll take them to Prowl. Doesn’t make any sense to get up now.”

“Thank you,” An easy smile finds its way to Hound’s faceplate.

“I’m sure they’ll just get sent back anyways. You always are missing something,” Cliff waves him off, moving back across the room to leave, only to pause at the door. “Tell y/n they’re stupid for getting sick. And then tell ‘em to feel better soon or whatever.”

And he’s gone, but not without a poorly stifled laugh from Hound.