#tf jazz & reader

[l3ibnest]

a gift for his conjunx

[chippa44444]

TFA Jazz x Human!reader art

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[quackfallbackhq]

Transformers Autobots Characters Fully Committing To It Now (NSFW DRABBLES?)

Oh, frag.

A whole week—seven nights—of nothing but them pressing you into the berth, their frame caging yours, their voice thick and hungry as they push deep, again and again.

They’re relentless.

Every night, you start off with some strength—but by the end, you’re melting, your body wrecked, your voice nothing but soft, breathless whimpers as they fill you over and over until you can’t hold any more.

And the worst part? You love it.

SMUT - you been warned

The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.

Optimus Prime

Optimus tells himself he should pace it—but the moment he’s buried deep inside you, the moment he feels you clench so sweetly around him, his restraint snaps.

Every night, he ruins you.

His thrusts are deep, deliberate, his servos pinning your hips as he watches your expression twist with pure, blissful exhaustion.

By the third night, your body practically melts into his, too spent to do anything but take what he gives. And Primus, that just makes him want to keep going.

“You asked for this,” he growls, voice dark, lips tracing your heated skin. “Now, take it.”

Bumblebee

Bee started off teasing—but by night four, it’s no longer a game.

It’s a need.

He worships you, his servos gripping tight, his engine revving as he loses himself in the way your body takes him so perfectly.

Every night, you end up a whimpering mess beneath him, your body trembling, unable to move, too wrecked to do anything but let him fill you up again.

And frag, that only makes him want to keep going.

“You’re so fragging good for me,” he groans, pressing his forehead against yours. “You still got another round in you, sweets?”

You always do.

Ratchet

Ratchet knew this was a bad idea—he knew you wouldn’t last the full week.

But Primus, you insisted.

And now?

Now, you’re spent, your frame wrecked, your voice no longer begging for more, but begging for a break—

But does he stop?

No.

His movements are slow, deliberate, his spark pulsing wildly as he watches you tremble beneath him, taking everything he gives you.

“You wanted this, love,” he rumbles, voice thick with possession. “So now, you’ll take it.”

And oh, you do.

Jazz

Jazz thought he’d be the one to tap out first.

He was wrong.

By the sixth night, you’re melting beneath him, your body weak, your voice a soft, breathless whimper as he fills you up again and again.

And Primus, he loves it.

“Too much, babe?” he teases, his smirk dark as he rolls his hips just right, making your whole frame shudder.

But the second you let out a broken moan—

Oh, frag.

He’s gone.

Ironhide

Ironhide warned you.

He told you a whole week would be too much.

But you insisted.

And now?

Now, you’re spent, your frame trembling, your voice a breathless whimper as he presses into you again, filling you completely.

He should stop. He should.

But frag, you’re so soft beneath him, so weak from taking him night after night—

And Primus, that only makes him want to keep going.

“You said a week,” he growls, voice dark as he thrusts deep. “So I’m gonna give you one.” his servos slide between the crevice behind her knees as he fold her nicely.

folding her knees to touch her shoulder plates as his hips snapped towards her valve.

Sideswipe

Sideswipe laughed when you first suggested it.

A whole week? There was no way you’d last that long.

But now?

Now, you’re melting under him, too wrecked to do anything but cling to his frame, letting him take what he needs.

And oh, he needs it.

“Aw, babe,” he chuckles, voice thick with hunger. “You’re so fragging wrecked, huh?”

And the second you let out a weak little whimper—

Oh, he’s not stopping now.

Crosshairs

Crosshairs should’ve known this would happen.

By the fourth night, you’re already spent, your frame trembling beneath him, your voice breathless as he fills you up again.

“You’re so fraggin’ soft now,” he murmurs, his servo sliding over your trembling frame. “Practically meltin’ for me.”

And frag, if that doesn’t make him want to wreck you all over again.

Drift

Drift had been gentle—at first.

But by night three, something inside him snaps.

You’re so soft beneath him, so pliant, your body trembling as you take everything he gives you—

And Primus, he needs more.

“You will endure,” he murmurs, voice thick with reverence, his movements slow but deep.

And oh, you do.

Each thrust send her though pleasure after pleasure, her whines make him increase each gentle thrust into more needy and hard ones, just by hearing her needy sounds made Drift himself snap.

But he shouldn't, not if they both have all week to continue on

Hound

Hound knew you’d be wrecked before the week was up.

But frag, did you look good like this.

Soft. Weak. Too spent to do anything but let him press you down, keeping you full all fraggin’ night.

And the way you melt for him?

Primus.

“You wanted this, sugar,” he rumbles, pressing a slow, deep thrust into you. “So now, you’re gonna take it.”

And frag, do you ever.

His large size makes her feel many things at once, the tight squeeze he feels when he would grind back in makes him full on shudder.

HotRod

Hot Rod thought he was the one in control.

He was wrong.

Because now, you’re so wrecked, so weak beneath him, your body trembling, your voice a soft, breathless whimper—

And frag, he needs to fill you up again.

He should stop. He should.

But with you this soft, this wrecked, he just can’t help but press a slow, deep thrust into you again.

“… Just one more,” he mutters, knowing damn well it won’t be.

And frag, do you let him.

notes - ahhh.. I suck at drawing transformers bots..

[tinydefector]

Every single day I think about your post about bots being freaky xenophiles about humans it is my Roman empire

Heheheh I'm glad you guys like it but here's some other funny ideas I have of humans being stupid little creatures forgetting that the bots are literally Alien robots.

- getting smoochy with one of the Bots and attempting to fondle them, you slap their headlight and their horn honks, scaring not only you but the bot themself, it kinda ruins the mood but it's worth the laugh afterwards.

- specifically an Optimus Prime one. Having to tell this bot to get a power wash before he's allowed to sleep with you becuase God forbid you have to lay beside him because all you can smell is diesel and it makes your stomach churn so badly. He will grumble about it but if it means he gets to cuddle and hold you of a night you can bet your boots he is squeaky clean. (Also leads to alot of bathroom fun)

- taking any of the speedsters to a show and shine, it's like a fuckin car porn show and the bots are just stunned. Rodimus is having the time of his life literally having humans touching every inch of him as they admire his paint and engine. He loves it even more when you get the bucket of water out. It becomes something he regularly ask you to go do with him becuase he loves having you dressed up all nice and showing him off. In more than one way the praise really makes him feel worth it. He loves having you lean into his engine bay asking if he's alright, asking to just let them know when he wants to go. And this bot treats you to a nice beach side date after. (He has every local show and shine dated) other bots who love this consist of. Tracks, Jazz, Mirage, Knockout(he likes making Breakdown Jealous. Get cucked in the back row)

-rust, it is ratchets most hated thing to deal with because of how corrosive it is to their frames, and trying to find something on earth that works well enough to clear it off so he can do surgerys leads him to the humans gifting him a large thing of Coca-Cola, it works just as well as clean cutter (cybertronian rust remover), when he realises the ingredients are very similar it makes life so much easier until he catches The humans drinking it and he nearly has a spark attack trying to make them regurgitate it. It leads to him finding out that humans casually drink it when they really shouldn't.

- the bugs and insect carnage left in the bots grills, windshield and just small gaps. The horror on one of the humans face when they kiss their bot and then that taste the nastness of dead bugs. Or them enjoying laying on their bot and then a spider crawls out of a gap, scurring right towards them. It leads to the bots regularly getting washes alot more that they ever would have on cybertron, and it's time each bot loves so much. Becuase it develops into pull sized bathtubs, power washing, polished and just proper care given to them.

Here's also a collection of new things humans do that become kinks or fetishes for the bots.

- cleaning/ washing,

- panel beating and repairs

-causal car maintenance

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[ghoulishconey]

Just really wanted to draw myself dancing with these 3.

I can see soundwave being a slow dancer, and that makes me go brrr

[fanged-fanfics]

☆ Spark to Heart — Transformers x Human!Reader Valentine's HCs ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Prompt for all of these is the bots reacting to Reader introducing them to the human Valentine's traditions!

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Autobots:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Optimus takes the concept very seriously, encouraging his teammates to try and partake in it to respect human customs. He gets very flustered when you give him a present for the holiday, attempting to hide his blush behind his battlemask as he 'professionally' accepts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Cliffjumper ends up overthinking it a bit. He keeps second-guessing what would be perfect enough. He doesn't want to get something too obvious, but what else is there? What he does rather than a gift is setting up a stargazing date for you both

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Ratchet almost wants to skip the holiday, he doesn't really see the point of it. But when finding out it's a way of showing affection, he subtly picks it up. Gave you a heart-shaped box of little energon cubes. Even if you can't really eat them, the thought alone was touching, especially with how embarrassed he was delivering it

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Jazz immediately sets out to make you a mix of music. He rapid-downloads all the cheesy human love songs he can find. When listening it to you, he tries to sing along to some of them, only knowing about 1/3rd of the words. It's the time with you that matters, especially seeing you laugh at his attempts

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wheeljack immediately begins building something for you, and spends the next few weeks working through lab explosions. At the end of it, he gives you a custom-made gift— a heart that folds out to reveal a ring that ended up being the perfect bracelet size for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Bumblebee takes to the idea immediately, and he snags a bunch of ideas for human customs. You get practically smothered in flowers he grabbed a servofull of out of a field, and he makes sure you have a plush that's of ample side (to him it was rather small, to you it was almost twice your size)

Decepticons:

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron completely brushes off the idea once you tell it to him. A holiday all about love. How cliché, and disgustingly human. And yet, you wake up with a small bundle of roses and a little note waiting for you in the morning, and Megatron just so happened to clear his schedule... just a coincidence, he insists

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Soundwave is rather apathetic to the concept. He barely interacts with bots when it comes to romance, so his approach to humans isn't much different on the surface. On the day of, he has a schedule of hangouts for you to do together all planned out, and a collection of traditional Cybertronian songs for you to listen to

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starscream absolutely laughs at the notion. That's really something humans dedicate so much time and energy to? So simple, so inane. But... you are free then, right? Because he is, and he supposes there's a spot nearby that would be nice for a lunch. And maybe he picked up a box of those stupid chocolates that are in all the human commercials. Don't look to much into it, he says

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shockwave looks at it from, of course, a logical view. He tries to think about how societally it makes sense to prioritize those types of relationships, even if he's never really had time for them. He'll also show up day of with a little bowtie and an invitation to dinner for you. It's customary to have a date, and he tells you outright that you were his first pick

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Thundercracker might not see the point, but he's absolutely down to hang out with you. You've been his favorite human since the beginning, why not? He doesn't really know what to do, but any time you make a romantic gesture to him, he flushes in blush and ends up nervously and very gently holding your hand

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Skywarp takes the opportunity to have fun, inviting you out with him the second he knows it's free time off of work. He offers to take you for a flight, out for some pranks, really just anything you want to make the most of the day. At the end he even gives you a gentle kiss atop your head as a thanks for the fun

[reader-from-nowhere]

Art jumpscare!!!

Yeahhh I draw too, just recently got an ipad and is still getting used to it tho so I doodled a bunch of mech Jazz au by @keferon :D

[revelboo]

Creeping in with a spice request..what other bots might use restraints in the berthroom? We definitely know tfp soundwave does.

But I was also having a wandering mind with other possibilities. Prowl..tfp megs...maybe jazz...def Es soundwave I definitely remember his tie job with those extension cables 👀

Oooh shibari/restraint fun…

Restraint Headcanons/Scenarios

18+ Mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Prowl

• “Don’t you dare!” Laughing despite yourself as you struggle against the weird harness he’s wrapped you up in, your arms and torso bound, loops hooking around your thighs and crisscrossing you. And your eyes drift up to the length of chain dangling from the ceiling and the hook at the end. Wiggling when he hauls you up and there’s a moment of discomfort as he adjusts the harness. “Prowl,” you protest, giggling as you spin in a lazy circle, snarled in the loops and knots of soft rope. “What if I changed my mind?”

• “Have you?” He asks, head tipping as he moves around you and checks the harness. Making sure you’re comfortably suspended. Circling back in front of you, his servos slide against your inner thigh, the harness keeping you pinned and spread wide for him. “All you have to do is ask.” And he’ll let you down eventually, servos stroking you and watching you arch and wiggle what little bit you can. Bound and helpless. “Do you want me to stop?” Pressing a servo inside you, he growls. Despite your protests, you’re slick already.

• And he’s leaning forward to vent against you as he thrusts that servo deep, curling it. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” Moaning a protest when he slips his servo free and releases his spike. Figuring out exactly why he’d called this a punishment for you being a brat when he grips your hips and slowly pulls you forward, his spike stretching you. And you can’t really move, arms bound and thighs spread wide. Watch his optics shutter as he groans and begins to use the harness, swinging you to meet his thrusts. Toes curling and head thrown back as his hips snap against yours. Completely at his mercy.

ES Soundwave

• In hindsight, provoking him on purpose might not have been your best plan, but you love the repercussions. Wriggling as he hooks an arm around you and ties your wrists with some of the stupid extension cord he’d apparently saved just for this, your breath wheezes out of when he bends your hips up trying to grab your bound wrists when you yank them over your head. Making you realize one of your legs is over his hip, the other against his shoulder. And his spike is right there against you. Hear his snarl, feel the way he shudders as he comes to the same realization.

• Gripping your hips, he buries himself inside you, stretching you in a deep drive and you moan, squirming. “Wait,” you gasp when he begins to move, hips pumping against you. Making a note that you’re so tight this way, hips curled up and unable to get any leverage to move. Curling himself move over you, he pins your wrists with a hand and listens to your ragged cries. Begging him for more even as you squirm and try to escape him. “Soundwave.” Moving faster against you, hips pumping as you tighten even more. Lost in the wet sound of you taking his spikes and your moans.

TFP Megs

• Optics hooded as he tugs on your glittering leash just to make those eyes flash up at him, warm mouth sliding on his spike to make him dig the clawed servos of his other hand into the throne he’d demanded the Vehicons fashion him for when he’s mass displaced. Sprawled back on it, thighs spread, he watches your head bob on his spike, tongue sliding on him and he growls. That wet heat and suction, the feel of you palm on his thigh, the other gripping his spike too much, snarling as he comes apart and you jerk your head back, his release on your chin and body. And those indignant eyes, narrowing because he’d not warned you how close he was. Tugging gently on your leash until you stand so he can pull you into his lap across his thigh, he wipes your bottom lip clean and snarls when your tongue darts out to lick him. Servos sliding against your skin, gathering his wasted release and grinning at you as he presses that slick servo inside you, stroking to make you squirm.

ES Tarantulas

• “Dammit, Tarantulas,” you groan as you realize he’d webbed you again. Your arms and legs bound and spread as you hang facedown. And you can hear his chittering laughter before he moves into view under you, mandibles flexing. “You could just ask.” Not just do it while you’re asleep so you wake up dangling and helpless like prey.

• “Part of the allure is capturing you,” he murmurs, clawed servos tipping your face as his mandibles brushes your cheek and neck. His sharp denta grazing your skin as his glossa chases your pulse. “A side effect of this altmode.” Legs plucking at the web you’re trapped in, he shifts against you and you make a noise when he flips himself, nuzzling between your thighs, glossa stroking inside you. Feeling you bucking and wiggling what little you can as he settles in. Has no intention of letting you loose for a while, keeping you helpless and trapped whole he breeds you.

Jazz

• Laughing as you squirm, his hands grip your hips and move you on his spike. Sprawled back against the wall, with your wrists bound and hooked around his neck, his lips brush your sweat slicked neck. Feeling you begin to tremble and tighten on him again as he lazily rolls his hips. You’d stopped being able to do much besides whimpering incoherently after the third or fourth round. Those little noises coiling him tight as he groans. Hearing your little ragged cries as he shakily vents. Loves you like this, so messy and needy and at his mercy as he fills you again and again. Thinking about sparking you as you press your face into his neck and come apart on him, fisting his spike. Every round making it harder to resist that need.

[jackalackqwq]

I made this meme before chap 8 of @radioactiverats seeker reader au and now I feel like I should have made megs more menacing 😭💀 anyways here’s my little comic based on it (and snuck in Jazz because he’s one of my favs)

Ignore my handwriting lmao I wanted to make it look like cadet’s words were drunk but I also just have messy handwriting

[raspberrighost]

Get your groove on!!

quick lil jazz doodle

[idksomething356]

Transformers headcanons (slightly suggestive)

If someone has already written something like this, I apologize. It's just that, during all my time spent in the TF fandom, I haven't come across a take like this yet. I've been thinking for a long time that humanfraggers' bots are going crazy over the marks their love sessions leave on their precious human's skin. Bitemarks, hickeys, the prints of their digits on your thighs. Something dark and possessive in their processor, rising when you open your neck, exposing your soft, sweet skin. Your body is not hidden beneath the fabrics — for them to see you like this, all vulnerable. For them and only. You see, it's not like Cybertronians can't leave these types of "lovemarks" on their conjuxes. They can! However, they heal faster, and it's not so visible. And humans, on the other hand, tend to carry around their marks for weeks. So you better hold that leash tight on your bot/con, or they might actually go insane over this. Although, if we're talking about someone like Megatron (pre-redemption era)... Well... 1) You are lucky to survive. 2) He is the one in charge, and that leash will be on you. 3) It all depends on his mood, but 9 out of 10 times, you will be covered in those bite marks.

You can ask/request me anything! This one — just a silly idea of mine, and I was dying to write it down, and my first target was who? Right, Megatron himself. But I think I'll add more characters after.

[cherbee]

JAZZ!!! ☆٭*𖤐 part 4 of bots with 🎀

Added some new details into my coloring, j kinda like it

[quackfallbackhq]

Transformers Autobots Characters Reacting To They're S/o Thinking Of Having Their Sparkling's (NSFW DRABBLES?)

(semi) SMUT - you been warned

The characters are written down below are,, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Ratchet, Jazz, Ironhide, Sideswipe, Crosshairs, Drift, Hound and Hotrod.

Optimus Prime

Optimus stills—his entire frame locked as your whispered words register.

You thought about having sparkings anyway.

His spark flares, heat thrumming through his frame as his servos instinctively tighten on your hips. His optics dim, processor struggling to keep up with the sheer weight of what you just confessed.

“You… thought about carrying mine?” His voice is low, rough—there’s something primal lurking beneath the usual control.

And then he groans, optics flickering as he pulls you closer, his frame still deeply connected to yours.

“… Then let’s make it happen.”

Bumblebee

Bee’s entire frame shutters, vents stuttering as he tries to process what you just said.

"You… you thought about it?"

His servos tremble against your thighs, his engine revving instinctively. You feel the way his spark pulses against yours, how his field tightens around you.

His optics flash, helm pressing into your shoulder as he grinds into you just a little more—still sensitive but reacting to the idea.

“Primus, you can’t just say that,” he murmurs, nuzzling into your neck, voice thick with something deep, something needy. “Now I can’t stop thinking about it.”

Ratchet

Ratchet’s processor blue screens.

Like—this wasn’t a conversation he expected to have while still buried inside you.

His optics flicker, his servo gripping your waist as his vents struggle to cycle properly.

“… You want that?” His voice is rough, almost hoarse.

You nod, hips shifting just slightly against him, and he growls—low, deep, his spark flaring as the implications of what you’re saying hit hard.

“… Then we might need to test your frame’s compatibility,” he mutters, lips grazing your jaw. “Thoroughly.”

Jazz

Jazz whimpers.

Like, actually whimpers.

His processor is fried, his entire frame shuddering as your words settle into his very spark.

“Oh, frag—”

He buries his face against your chest, field wrapping around yours in a desperate, needy embrace.

"You can't just say that, babe,” he pants, his servos gripping your hips, optics blazing.

But then—he grins, lazy and sultry, his hips rolling just slightly to emphasize he’s still deep inside you.

“… Guess we better keep trying ‘til we know for sure, huh?”

Ironhide

Ironhide’s engine rumbles.

Your words sink in slowly—his processor taking an extra second to fully grasp what you just admitted.

And then?

His grip tightens.

"You thought about it, huh?" His voice is low, deep, filled with something possessive.

His optics flash, his entire field surging around you as he pulls you closer, his plating still pressed flush against yours.

“… Then maybe it’s time we stop thinking and make it real.”

Sideswipe

“Oh, frag, you mean that?”

Sideswipe’s vents shudder, his entire frame twitching from overstimulation, but frag if he doesn’t immediately react to what you just whispered.

You feel his engine rev, his servo gripping your thigh as his processor struggles to keep up.

"Primus, you can’t just drop that on me right after—"

His optics flicker, something hungry brewing in his expression.

“… You sure? ‘Cause I really wouldn’t mind putting in some more… effort.”

Crosshairs

Crosshairs chokes.

Like, full-on chokes. His vents glitch, his entire frame going rigid as his processor shuts down for a solid three seconds.

Then—his optics flick to yours. Wide.

“Wait, wait—you what?”

You smirk, shifting just slightly around him, and he groans, helm dropping back as his servos tighten around you.

"Primus, you can't just say stuff like that—" He pauses, optics flickering with something darker.

"... But if you're serious, sweetheart? Then frag, we better get to work."

Drift

Drift stills.

His optics are dark, his vents slow and measured—but his field? It flares so intensely around you that you feel the weight of his emotions immediately.

“… You would carry mine?”

His servo drifts to your abdomen, his plating still intimately pressed against yours as his spark pulses hard.

The reverence in his gaze, the way his lips part slightly as he drinks in your words—it’s overwhelming.

“… Then let us not waste time, my love.”

Hound

Hound groans—deep, rough, his entire frame thrumming beneath you.

"You thought about it?" His voice is gravelly, optics flickering as his servos tighten on your waist.

Then, suddenly, his lips are on you again—claiming, desperate, his spark pulsing violently against yours.

“… Then we better make damn sure it happens.”

And with the way he rolls his hips? Oh, he’s not stopping anytime soon.

HotRod

Hot Rod whimpers.

Like, actually whimpers. His vents are shaky, his optics wide as your words fully register.

“… Wait. You mean that?”

His field flares, his servos locking around your waist as his processor overheats.

You nod—smug, teasing—and he groans, his engine revving uncontrollably.

"Oh, frag, babe—you know I’m gonna make sure it happens now, right?”

And with the way his hips instinctively buck into yours again? Yeah, you knew exactly what you were doing.

notes - you can read this as different transformers shows or comics you wish, I personally imagine these of Bayverse autobots x cybertronian reader, there's still more I want to write down but let me know if you want more of different things!

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre- merformers AU

Multiple x human reader

Word count: 1.5k

Masterlist

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Yawk-yawk Marine Rehabilitation centre. Its home to many injured Oceanides or as many liked to call them mers. It was also leading research into the way the oceanides socialised and lived, the large centre bordered on the ocean side where many Of the oceanides would gather due to the safety it gifted them to raise their young, care for injured. 

Oceanides themselves were rather elusive creatures, and could become hostile easily. A Lot of humans had them listed in the same category as dolphins, they had amazing memories, and could remember the faces of those who have hurt or helped them. And that's what led many of them to the centre's waters. Many different pods frequent, letting the vets and marine scientists within reasonable range to study them.

Footfall echoes across the broad walk making many of the oceanides heads snap towards the sound, some slinking back into the water of the cove. thrills of delight echo out from many as the human continues walking across the walk towards the water. “Yes, yes I know it's dinner time!” They call out with a laugh watching the oceanides eagerly swimming around. 

They continue to cart the large barrels of fish towards the jetty. A beautiful gold and black Oceanide is the first to emerge from the water as the familiar human approaches, powerful fins slicing gracefully through the waves as he gets to the jetty a loud snarl and hiss leave him impatiently. “Oh don't you start up Shimmer!” They huff out before mimicking his hiss. He lets out a grumble before darting back under the water with a splash. 

Two other oceanides are at the jetty following Shimmer. Both chirping and cooing when they see their feeder. The human eyes land on the silver-grey Mer before they call out. “and you Slip!, if I catch you in the Turtle tanks again I'm not gonna be happy!” They call out which only gets another loud thrill and show of fins.  

a dark grey and Red Oceanides pushes himself up partly onto the jetty as he calls out sweetly trying to catch the humans attention. Their eyes drift to the Mer as his wide eyes watch them. “Yes, hello sweet boy, I know it's food time” they hum only for him to call again. They let out a soft sigh before slowly walking towards him. “don't nip me Angelfish” they warn in a stern voice. They run their hand over his he'd crest which has him chafing lightly as he leans onto the touch. 

It's Only the sound of splashing and scratching which makes their head snap Back to the barrel to see a Red and Orange Mer alongside Slip. “Oi!” They shout which earns them a wide eyed stare from the two as they snag fish and take off. “ I swear you two!” They yell out while making their way back to the barrel. “Bloody pest” they huff. 

They move the barrel to the edge of the jetty, tipping it and letting the fish scatter quickly the moment they hit the water. The fish knew full well they were prey,  thrills and calls of voracious hunger leave the many Oceanides which dart into the water to chase down a meal. some grouping up to gracefully weave through the impromptu hunt, coming up with bountiful mouthfuls to share among the gathered pods. 

From the shadows of the lagoon, a deep rumble echo's as the massive blue and red mer slowly drift to the surface from his resting place amongst the sea weed, crooning soft as he looks towards the human. They smile as they see the large Red and blue oceanide. His scales looked better than they had a week before, the wounds he had sustained had healed well.

"Hey there Big blue" they call out grabbing one of the other fish, this one had a mix of medications in it to help the big mer heal. "Even brought you a treat " they hum, walking towards him with the large Barramundi, they hold the fish in the water for him as he swims over and bites into the fish, taking it with him gently. 

The human leans down and lightly drags their hand across the frills of big blues head, checking the fresh healed wounds. He was one of the more docile Oceanides, despite being one of the bulls of the pods he was very docile. The sound of hissing and snarling is what breaks them out of their checking Big blue. “Oi! Quit it!” They shout at the two Oceanides bickering. One flicks Water at the other as if to end The argument before thrilling in what they could only assume was laughter.

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The soft footsteps had them alert them. Eyes looking up to see their feeder making their way to the water's edge. The sound of fish had  many of them slipping back into the water, moving towards the feeding grounds. Sunstreaker, Rodimus, Jazz and Bluestreak all watch the Walker as they cart what they know too well is fish. Sunstreaker is the first to emerge from the water as the familiar human approaches, a deep rumble leaves him. “took your fragging time lander!” he growls out. It earns him noise back from the human before they hiss back at him. He grumbles as he sinks back into the water as Rodimus and Jazz laugh at him. 

“awww did someone get hisses at?” Rodimus teases only for Sunstreaker to slap him with his tail. “Hey the Frag!” Rodimus chirps back at him. Jazz appears, flanking them. “Ay quit it, you two, it's hunting time” he calls back to them. Bluestreak peers up from the water moving towards the jetty. Wanting to get the softskins attention. 

Jazz laughs as he swirls around while the soft skin calls out at him angrily. "Primus, Jazz, what did you do this time?" Arcee ask as she makes her way over for the hunt. 

"You'll bring their wrath down upon us all with your tricks, glitch."

Jazz merely trills mischievously, fins undulating in a careless shrug. "Ah, they love me really. Little softskin adores me, may have broken into the Turtles again." He hums while brushing past her. 

Still, Sunstreaker emits a low rumble in annoyance, in truth he was getting angsty,  Sideswipe was in the facility and he couldn't see him. His ice blue eyes locked on the mammals every movement. “sweet skin!” Bluestreak calls out while lifting himself  up enough hoping they would come over, chirping happily and sweetly at them. He nearly melts as they walk over running their small hands over his face as a purr leaves him. 

Rodimus takes the opportunity while the human's distracted. “Jazz!, softies distracted!” he calls and Jazz moves just a quickly, both of them pushing themselves up onto the pier. Claws hands delving into the overly full Barrel of fish. But when the human shouts they both dart back into the water with their score. 

Mirage can't help a laughter escaping him at the human's exasperated cursing, as they glare at Jazz and Rodimus innocently smug looks as they chew on their fish.  Bluestreak coos sadly. “Come on! You two ruined it!” he grumbles before sinking back into the water patiently waiting for the fish to be dropped into the cove.  

Mirage purrs softly, as he swam up to Bluestreak soothing him while brushing against him. “aww don't worry Softie will give you more cuddles later you puffer fish” Bluestreak huffs in annoyance “I'm not a puffer”  

All arguments cease the moment the fish hit the water, hunting instinct taking over, as the fish scatter quickly. They each gracefully weave through the impromptu hunt, grabbing fish and ripping them to threads as they eat them. The commotion is what wakes Optimus from his place resting at the bottom of the cove in the sea weed. 

“hello little one” Optimus rumbles softly as he sees their feeder. His eyes light up as they bring over the rather large fish for him. He knew it was most likely filled with the medication that they were putting into him to heal but the large fish was still a treat, it wasn't often he got to feast on this fish. 

Sunstreaker snorts while watching. "Pit, can you believe this, Fleshie has made him soft" he grumbles out while tearing though his own fish and swallowing it still seething as he watches the large bull Oceanides. "Next thing you know, he'll be taking one as a mate like some wet-behind-the-fins first seasoner."

Rodimus smirks, fins fluttering dismissively. "Jealous, much, want the little softskin to yourself." Beside him, Jazz breaks into peals of trills at Sunstreaker's indigent snarling, spinning graceful loops through the water. "Aww, is Sunny jelly he ain't getting special treatment like the big Bull?" he teases.

Sunstreaker lunges at the slippery speedster, only for Jazz to evade with mocking ease. "Frag off, glitch! As if I'd want those walkers to touch me," Sunstreaker snaps, though his field radiates grudging envy despite himself. 

The others continue to tease him, he responds with hissing and snarling, Jazz and Rodimus finding it playful and amusing. That's until the humans yelling breaks them out of it. Sunstreaker slap his tail onto the water splashing them before sinking back down into the water, having had enough of them. 

In truth he didn't mind their feeder, he could leave at any time, he wasn't being held here, but it didn't feel right leaving when Sideswipe was hurt and the humans were caring for him. 

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That one episode from TFA

(with a little [Reader] insert)

[D/N] = Designation (Your name)

[Earth, Michigan, Detroit]

[Jazz and [D/N], in their alt. modes, driving through the rain.]

Jazz: You hate the rain?

[D/N]: Yeah.

Jazz: How can anybot hate the rain?

[Then scene cuts to Sentinel, also in his alt. mode, who can barely drive through the weather.]

Sentinel Prime: Oh Primus, they try to drown me in this hoe! I cannot see! Primus damn!