#tf idw hound x reader

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Bots and Dirty Talk HCs: Various x Reader

|| Something I wrote at work to keep me occupied during my limited down time! ||

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Trailbreaker: - is more talking at you than to you and leans into call and response - loves it when either one of you does it - praising him builds his self-esteem - guilty of whispering dirty in your ear during and pressing kisses in between - always groans and moans and loves saying your name - lots of leading questions that are just thinly veiled reassurance for himself - swears so much - accidentally discovered daddy kink and has not looked back since Hound: - talks to you and guides you - spews praise like it’s his full time job - doesn’t need you to say anything unless you want to - is a little into having you begging and folds to your every whim - likes the word "please" a lot - tells you all sorts of sweet things and talks you up - keeps his voice low and even and sometimes sounds like he's talking to a pet (unintentional) - coos a lot - using him and saying "I love you" while you call him dirty names/tease him makes him feral - Likes talking after the event Bluestreak: - tries to talk to you about how good he’s feeling - almost talks like he's not fucking and is trying to hold a conversation - likes when you talk back but hardly expects it - needs praise and is almost the only way to get him to focus on himself - says your name when he finishes almost every single time and will hold your hand during - very playful and fun about it needs to keep it that way or he will fall apart - a silent and serious Bluestreak is a bad sign - emotional sometimes and likes comfort afterwards - wants to belong to you and to be told he did good Swerve: - running commentary and babbling - narrates how good it feels and asks lots of questions - begs and whines but sometimes has a teasing streak - says your name so much throughout and especially if what you’re doing to him feels good - always jokes afterwards (and sometimes during) - is second loudest next to Trailbreaker, but talks the most above Bluestreak - can bully and praise, but bullying is only if he's feeling confident that what he's doing feels good for you - taunts you and likes being taunted (just not too much or too mean. He'll take it personal) - be submissive and give him power and he is over the moon Rodimus: - role play - likes it when you play along with whatever he’s got going on, especially if it's raunchy or suggestive - whispering in your ear is common - likes to beg and likes to be begged - likes to bully and be bullied (but not too far) - feigns ignorance when he's seducing you - tells you what he wants when he wants it - likes to order you around and hands out dirty names and praise like it's candy if you follow through - likes dirty names - call him "captain" and he loses it - says the words "my”, “mine", and "your(s)" a lot - likes the idea of belonging to someone - praise sends him to the allspark always

NOTE: All of them go crazy when you say their name in bed! Only do that if you want to not be able to walk the next morning!

[hoiststowline]

responses to their s/o falling asleep on them. [w/ ultra magnus, bluestreak, ratchet, hound, kup & sunstreaker]

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isn't moving until you wake up, would rather stay like this all evening than risk moving at all. [ultra magnus, bluestreak]

something so harmless as falling asleep alongside ultra magnus is going to fry some circuits. the first time especially, he's mostly in subtle shock that you felt not only safe, but at peace enough to succumb to the temptation to shut your eyes. it's a trust thing for magnus, and while you may express it vocally, these subconscious actions translate loudly for him to which he treasures greatly. with that being said, if you fall asleep beside to him, he isn't moving until you wake up. of course, there may be emergencies or circumstances beyond his control that he would have to try and maneuver himself or his arm away from his s/o. but it is not necessarily a want, nor a desire to even attempt to wake you up. you look so calm. initially, thinking he would go very rigid and stiff if this occurred, i'm now perceiving the opposite. i think magnus would actually release some of the tension in his frame and sink a little deeper into his chair. it's almost like a deserved break, a gift that he wasn't expecting but appreciates significantly nonetheless.

on the other hand, bluestreak is the one that goes completely taut and inflexible upon realizing you've fallen asleep. it’s likely on his chassis so there is virtually nowhere else to look, mesmerized by your state of tranquility and terrified to disturb it. he doesn’t want to, particularly after he gently rests a servo across your back and you intuitively bundle deeper into his touch. then bluestreak is really not moving, not until you arise fully on your own. you evidently needed it, and he required this to shake free some of the stress that’s had him wound up very tight. if it’s the first time, he is so entranced with studying your face and how you hardly move. or on the other side, if you move around a lot, he let’s you do whatever you please, raising his hand until you become comfortable, lowering it once more atop your spine. if somebody needs him, they’re gonna have to come and get him because he isn’t getting up.

would test the limits to get both you and themselves into a more comfortable position, but would stop if it appeared as if you were going to wake up. [ratchet, hound]

ratchet probably recognizes the way you’re positioned will leave an ache in your neck or shoulders in the morning, so searches for a way to get you elevated but comfortable. he is the first mech who wants you to get the best rest possible, knowing that you likely haven't been getting enough or there's too much time in between your last round of shut-eye. he tries to guide you into laying down, but every time he moves away, you follow like a magnet. ratchet will give it a try three more times before giving up, realizing that you're beginning to rouse or are shuffling around too much. it isn't worth it then if you ultimately awake anyways, but in the end, he might as well join you. your cheek smushed up against his side isn't really doing him any favors in denying it, half-wondering when you even fell asleep. had he been talking to himself for the past fifteen minutes? the last thing he recalls you mumbling about is how warm he feels, though the recollection now has him ex-venting, silently but contentedly accepting defeat.

hound rather you sleep in your own bed, for the sole reason that it's far more enjoyable and comfortable than his cold berth or up against his boxy frame. of course, if he had his preference, snuggling up beside you would triumph over any other suggestion. but if you were to conk out underneath his arm, hound's only looking out for the fact you have work/school in the morning. he knows how exhausted you are after a long day, so while this isn't unfamiliar, he still tries to adjust you into a more satisfactory pose. every time he so much as touches you, you stir, even if he's so moderate with each brush of contact. the last thing hound wants is to accidentally wake you, knowing it's ten times harder to get back to sleep after being roused so abruptly. he's the first to give in, but he's a bit guilty about it, yielding to his own temptations rather than finding a better solution. though, the way your fingers rest along his plating is a really substantial distraction, enraptured by the feeling of your chest rising and falling against his side. a better idea would have to wait, because all he wants now is for this moment to last forever.

accidentally wakes you up trying to get you in a more comfortable and desirable resting position, feels bad but tells you to go back to sleep. [kup, sunstreaker]

similar to a deer in headlights, kup doesn't know what to with himself. you're sound asleep yet you're practically upside down tucked up against his neck, and this presents two immediate problems. one, if you move in your sleep you're gonna fall or get hurt, and two, he can hardly see you situated like that. kup falls still, but racks his processor for a better undertaking than waking you up. it's in vain, so gently, he'd tug on the bottom of your pants for two minutes until he realizes that you aren't going to respond to that, grumbling under his breath but it's all in good fun. eventually, he hushes your name, tilting his helm back to try and catch the expression on your face. if you're in a deep enough sleep, he slides a servo under your form to bring you to his front, waking you in the process. kup will instantly get you in a restful position that is better for the both of you, more than likely at his front so he can multitask [usually a lie, because he ends up falling asleep as well]. he generally kisses your temple and tells you that it's all alright, and that he's sorry for disturbing you. his gruffness is smothered when he whispers for you to try to go back to sleep, alongside that he'll be right here when you wake up.

sunstreaker stands conflicted for ten or so minutes, uncertain as to what the best response is to such a situation. you're more likely to fall asleep in the crook of his arm, leaning against his upper appendage as your fingers fight to interlock around his elbow. you've been mumbling sleepy nonsense for the last hour, but sunstreaker hadn't thought anything of it until you stopped talking in full. quickly, he finishes whatever he's working on and moves to gather you in his hands so he can nap with you, but he's jumped up too fast or the switching of positions startled you. he's mumbling apologies at the lowest level his voice box goes, trying to whisper until he can get you both back into his berth. it's a soft and drowsy sunstreaker that you are not quite overfamiliar with, but hope to meet when you regain full consciousness in the morning. he appreciates the quiet and would happily take any chance to embrace his s/o in such a devoted manner. he might feel a bit bad about fortuitously waking you up, but sunstreaker rather you be safe and comfy in his arms than try and get a good repose at his desk.

[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

[crying-fantasies]

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.

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More Scenarios

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

Cosmos x Reader In Space

Astrotrain x Reader Sweet Tooth

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

Various TFs x Reader Otome Needs and Wants

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

Fort Max x Reader Move

Kup x Reader Don't You

Riptide x Reader A New Brain

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

Predaking x Reader Rewind

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

Ratchet x Reader Heads Up, Hearts Down

ROTB

Mirage x Reader Before I Wake

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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."

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Sharing is Caring: Hound X Reader SMUT

|| I had the starting dialogue in my drafts for a long time and I really wanted to lean into some of the freak stuff Hound might be into after considering his Dilf-ness. Please accept this as my contribution to loving Hound. ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

"Here you go sweetspark, swallow me just like that. There it is."

After running the tip gently over your lips to part them, Hound eases his cable past your lips and over your tongue, trying to reach your throat. You keep your mouth limp and gentle as he fills it, not feeling rushed or pressured as he presses in. The taste is like almost nothing, akin to odorless moisturizer from the lubricant, but the weight of it against you makes you sigh. It's warm and smooth over your taste buds as it slips farther in.

"That's the way to do it!"

He moves slow so as not to gag you, and once he's fully engulfed he moves his servo from guiding his spike to caress under your jaw and cheek while his other servo pets the top of your head and the side of your face tenderly. You’re so good to him that he just has to pet his sweet little doll.

"Very good. You're a natural, darlin'. I knew you could do it." Once he feels your nose bump his pelvic plating he sighs, helm tipping back for a moment’s bliss and he can’t wait to lose himself in you. All around his spike is hot and wet, the texture only something he could get being with a human, being with you. Maybe if he himself were human it’d feel that much more intense.

"Mmm that's it, sweetspark," he purrs. He let's his optics fall closed and he can feel your tongue tickling the underside of his cable, trying to stimulate him more. You do what you can to make him feel good, and you know he'll reciprocate tenfold. He's never been one to leave you wanting unless he absolutely has to. Always the gentlemech.

Slowly he pulls back, dragging deliciously over your tongue before lunging back in, deep and deliberate with a steady pace. He doesn't break stride even as you brace yourself against his thighs and nearly gag. If anything, the gagging turns him on more and he can see little tears prickling at the corners of your eyes. He knows he shouldn't like that, that you might be in pain, but you've cried in pleasure with him before. This is hopefully no different and he can hear you moaning around him and watches your eyes rolling back. You look too blissed out to care really.

You do what you can to relax as he makes love to your face, not overly hard but deep and plunging to hit the back of your throat each time. Every thrust keeps you on the edge of nirvana. The way he glides over your mouth and then seeing him looking at you like you're heaven sent makes your insides quiver. It's all you can do to give him more and to make him feel as good as you can. You've never been so happy to be used like this, and you can feel your cunt dripping and waiting as you swallow his length.

"You're a real dream, sweetspark. Look at you taking me. Oh, you’re just happy to be here, ain'tcha? Hold tight now, y'hear?"

Hound switches his grip so he’s holding both sides of your head to keep you steady and angling you to look up more so he’s down your throat. When he picks up speed, and exchanges going deep for being quick, you adjust accordingly by sucking him that much harder and hollowing your cheeks.

"Almost there, almost -- there!" He grunts into every thrust, rolling his hips and almost stuttering the pacing. His engines rev until he stalls out, his optics flare, and then his vocalizer turns to static.

That's all the notice he gives you before he's overloading into your mouth. His servos that were once carefully holding you have now resorted to cupping the back of your skull to his pelvic plating, trying to keep you from pulling off of him and spilling his precious load anywhere that isn't in your little mouth.

"Hold it in your mouth for me, darlin'."

You whimper against him trying to relax and take his little petering bunny-thrusts until he stills. You do as you're bade at the expense of not being able to properly suck him dry like you planned. Just what is he up to asking you not to swallow? Normally he likes that. That thought is vaguely hanging around the outskirts of your dizzy mind when he pulls away and kneels before you. His optics are bright and warm like sunshine always despite the way he just used you. That gentle smile almost out of place until he speaks in that soft voice.

"Now we got to get you cleaned up, ok? Remember, love, don’t swallow." Hound presses a servo to your chin to tip your head up and keeps you mouth open just so he can see all he’s done. His transfluid coats the inside of your cheeks and he can see it pooling at the back of your mouth. It swishes around and he's sure you’ve swallowed some on reflex, but there's plenty there he won’t miss that little bit.

Carefully he leans in and places his intake of your mouth with a hum, using a servo to cup the back of your head while the other still holds your chin. Hound tips you down so his transfluid runs from your mouth into his and he swallows it for you. You can feel him run his hot glossa over your tongue, teeth and the entire inside of your mouth, licking and cleaning thoroughly all his spent from you. You whimper at the loss but sigh when he pulls away and a trail of fluids connects your mouth to his.

“Darlin’, I think you should share with me more often.”

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Another Hound pls?

|| A little something from the depths of my drafts! Riding Hound's servo while he pumps himself and kisses you and tells you how much he loves you. ||

Makin' Do: Hound X Reader SMUT

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

"You know I love you, darlin'. Love when you're whinin' like that. Love making you overload. You're just so damn beautiful, I can't help myself," he grunts out as he twirls a servo around his own anterior node. His optics never leave your body the entire time you ride his fingers.

Hound knows you want to ride his spike but mass displacement takes too much energon and he can't justify to the others the extra need for it without them prying, so this will have to suffice. Damn this war, damn the lack of energon, damn those decepticons! But he can't help the thought that if this war had never happened, he would've never met you. He can't think beyond what's happening right now anyway, not when you reach for him to bring his face closer to you. Your little hands so soft and light against his helm as you bring him in for a longing kiss. He lets his optics shutter closed at the contact and he swallows the moans that rush from your mouth. This isn't about all that right now. Its about you and him and making each other feel good; it's about getting away from all that and just getting lost in each other.

Your soft body constricts on his servo when he slips it inside of you and he imagines what it'd be like if it were his throbbing spike. Hound strokes his leaking valve in time with your hopeless grinding, and he knows that while it's nothing like the real thing it's what he can get and only a taste of what you want to give him.

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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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Phone It In: Hound X Reader SMUT

|| I've been under the weather as of late, so posting regularly might be hard. I did manage to write this and I'm very thrilled with how it came out. Shame I can't post it just onto tumblr though. Damn hellsite! Enjoy! ||

🔞 MINORS DNI 🔞

Ao3 link!

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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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Dilf Hound has got to be my favorite take on Hound. It just fit so well!! He is super put together and would love to spoil his s/o rotten, both in and out of the bedroom. You need someone to come get you from work? He's on it. You wanna go for a ride to get away from it all? He's your mech. You need someone to just dote on you when you've got no one? He's there! It's just so freaking big brained!!! The best take I've seen for him!

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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)

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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.

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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.

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envy/jealousy hc’s [ratchet, sunstreaker, ultra magnus & hound]

ratchet is agitated, not jealous. he’s so kind to explain it to you in grave detail, going in circles about how he is not jealous, and how absurd it is for you to assume he is, and why were you talking to that person for so long?? there’s a few ways to tell if he actually is a little envious, and that is he’s either more temperamental than usual, or he’s seeking your attention a little more hastily. he makes it abundantly clear that you understand it isn’t a trust issue, but sometimes he feels disconnected in the relationship because there is so much he can’t do, at least with you. so seeing you interact in such friendly manners with others ignites some sort of long stored away feeling, a jealousy ratchet never knew he had. seeing you so happy makes him momentarily blind to the moments of happiness he's had with you, later becoming annoyed with himself for such a ignorant surmise. yet, seeing it laid out in front of him is like a fleeting punch to the gut. however, that all disappears when you turn and catch his gaze, arises a smile that is saved special just for him, different than the ones you share with others. it immediately dissipates all of the tension in his shoulders, meeting you halfway in greeting.

evidently the most likely to display jealousy, sunstreaker's does not arrive without purpose. he's not only protective over his s/o, but is is very possessive of your attention. seeing you laugh and smile with others is not an image he really cares to see, so it's an often occurrence that he drives off, leaving you stranded wherever he promised to pick you up. sunstreaker will blame it on everybody but himself, disingenuously explaining that you took too long, or he was called away on a task. he refuses to acknowledge his own issue with your compassionate nature, a night and day difference from his demeanor. primus knows it's not a self confidence issue, but he wonders all the time why you would even put up with his less than disagreeable attitude. you can't directly bring it to his attention, anything regarding envy, but you come to learn that he just needs reassurance. and when you do try to apologize, feeling bad for inadvertently hurting his feelings, sunstreaker scoffs. but it's more so in disbelief, enamored that you even realized something was amiss. he's willing to discuss it with you, and once he does, he realizes how stupid he sounds out loud. but you disagree, wanting him to feel that he could talk about anything with you.

ultra magnus isn't aware he is jealous until it's spelled out for him. if he's injured and unable to do something for you, gestures he's blithely accustomed to, a spasm of what he thinks is guilt arrives in his chest. your company is where he is the most relaxed and disburdened, so seeing you off with someone that isn't him, gets him not only confused but also riled up. the only solace magnus has is while you're friendly and flexible amongst others, your relationship with him swims below a surface level. there's things you share with each other that some souls have never heard, and to that, he's not as envious as he may outwardly appear. he can focus on getting better as quickly as possible so as to return to your side, momentarily satiated with the fact you were in the best hands possible, aside from his own. sure, he still feels that sense that he's missing out on something, but it departs from him the instant you arrive back from wherever you went. the jealousy doesn't last long, but magnus isn't so convinced it was ever there in the first place, his only reminder is smokescreen's relentless teasing.

quite the opposite, hound is the least likely to be anywhere near displaying blatant jealousy. he's no stranger to the feeling, but it doesn't consume him, allowing it to be pushed aside for another day to resolve. 'if you're happy, i'm happy' kinda guy, but sometimes that twinge of envy arrives without warning, unable to articulate it well enough without coming across as arrogant. similar to ratchet, he feels it the most when he observes you with friends or co-workers, feeling that sense of loneliness in a room full of people. out of any of them, hound is the one to bring this feeling up in conversation, wondering if he really is isolated from your life because of the things he can and cannot do. you're there to comfort and ease his nerves, explaining that it didn't matter what you did with him, you are always the most content just being in his company. this satisfies his woes, but the sensation of envy still sometimes rears its ugly head every now and then. though now, he's better suited to dismiss it, understanding it's all a natural reaction and has nothing to worry about. all smiles, your compassion and empathy is something that he treasures, confident that he could bring anything up to discussion and you'd be there to talk it out with him.