#tfp x mech reader

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day two

tfp starscream x reader

tws/content- biting, blood, slight size kink, marking, aftercare, teasing, predacon reader

“Is- s’ it okay if I-” you slow the pace so it’s easier to form words.

“Yes! Frag, bite me already!” Starscream shoves your helm closer to his neck cables. So you give him what he wants. The force in which you bite down makes your denta ache. You can feel the vibrations of his vocalizer, whining and moaning and telling you to go faster, bite him harder.

You were made to serve, what else would you have done? Growling, you put your servos around his hips, squeezing his waist tightly or scratching around his array whenever you wanted.

Starscream’s optics widen when you pull away from his neck cables, you move downwards on his frame, biting his collar guard. The crunching sound of his plating is exquisite.

You bite his shoulder, not letting your grasp slip until you’ve tasted energon. You eagerly lick at the lovingly inflicted wound, causing him to helplessly whine. He sounds pathetic, which, oddly enough, adds to your arousal.

You carefully take his wing in one of your servos, rubbing at the tip and moving upwards, closer to his delicate wings. Starscream lets out a worried whine, his wing twitches away from your faceplates and servo.

“I’ll be careful, I promise.” he nods, giving you permission. You gently press your glossa against the ridge of the wing, then ever so carefully putting pressure on his wingtip with your denta. When you pull back, the softest indentation of your denta was imprinted on his wing. It isn’t very noticeable, but that too, added to the increasing amount of arousal. Seeing the slight dents in his wing, it made you proud, made you feel like he’s yours. Only for you.

A staticky screech comes from him as he overloads. These feelings, physical and emotional, make you overload as well. You close your optics as a wave of sharp relief washes over your frame. When you open your optics back up…

His plating… well, let’s just say it looks far from brand new. It’s covered in dents and energon. When Starscream looks down to see the damage you left, he looks surprised. He glares at you, still catching his vents.

“Don’t complain, that’s exactly what you wanted.” Starscream sighs, knowing that you’re right. Both of your panels snap shut.

“We should probably go see Knockout… I’ll carry you.” you scoop him up into your strong arms, trying to be gentle. His frame relaxes in your hold, he purrs and becomes a big pile of lazy affections, reaching up to kiss your face and asking for your servo as you start the short trip to the medbay.

“So, Screamer, what did you do this time, ask them to bite you?” Knockout laughs and turns away from the two of you to fetch medical supplies.

You have to stifle a laugh, Starscream weakly and playfully punches your arm from his place on the medical berth in an effort to keep your intake shut.

Knockout comes back to the two of you and starts to lay out his tools. “I don’t endorse this, you know,” he says, pointing a digit at you. “I’m just glad I’m not patching Star up from The Big M.”

You stay at the seeker’s side protectively, giving him your servo to squeeze.

[stickytrigger69]

tfp dom Airachnid x sub mech reader, bondage and masochism/sadism

TFP Dom Airachinid x Sub Mech Cybertronian Reader

NSFW minors DNI!!!

Mech reader

Use of he/him pronouns

Sadist Airachnid, Masochist Male Reader

BDSM Elements!!

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Your lover has left you all alone, bound, and on the hard floor. Servos behind you, pedes under you, and mouth coated beautifully in the webs spun by your dearest lover. Though you're mildly uncomfortable, you can't help the excitement racing through your spark. Just thinking of those fine pointed pedes and slim black legs leading up to perfect hips and chest plate makes you giddy, and your spike pressurize just enough to make you dizzy with lust. Airachnids slim but curved frame is one you could recognize while blind folded. Her fine, glossy lips hiding the cutest fangs make your throat dry. The poison laced on those lips, you're going mad.

And how she's bragged about you, her own pride and joy embodied in the frame of her favorite mech. You were made for her, the well of sparks, and Primus worked together to take one spark and split it in half and mold the perfect frames to match. You're hers, and she's yours equally. What's she doing that's taking so long. You miss her, miss her frame, miss her valve, the way it drips with want as she bites and claws at you. Shocks and smacks, hisses in your audials as she takes you apart. You start shaking, spike pressurizing by the second. Shouldn't have let your thoughts go astray, but you can't help it. The promise of reward causes you to act as though you are insatiable in your want.

You groan out loud in frustration, in need. When she comes back, you're gonna....

"Darling?" The door whooshes open and in steps your queen. Her purple optics glow devilishly. Any strong thoughts you had of being dominant are thrown to the wind. Your spike throbs underneath your array, and a small groan leaves you. 'Please,' you think to yourself, 'please use me, I'm your little toy.' She smirks at your pitiful state, lubricant leaks out from the seams of your array panel. She stalks forward, heels clacking painfully on the steel floor. You vibrate with anxiety.

Your helm points upwards as she stands before you, long, thick legs, slim waist, large chassis, curved derma, angled optics. You choke on a ball of thick lubricant, olfactory on overdrive as the sight of her teases your senses. 'Primus, forgive me for the sin I am about to commit.' You pray, knowing the vile things she will do to you and make you do. She releases your legs from their confines on the hard ground and spins you a small collar and leash from her silky web. She tugs and pulls, forcing you to your pedes. "Come on! Faster! That's it, 'atta boy." She praises as you stand to tower over her. Your fans whirl and hum warmly, "Come." She commands as she turns a heel towards the berth. You follow stiffly, joints locking from sitting for so long, but fast enough to still be a good boy.

She sits on the edge of the berth and immediately tugs down to have you on your knees again. She holds the sides of your face in her dainty servos, observing the heat coming from your cheeks, then slowly starts peeling the web from your derma. A taunting swipe of her glossa leaves you whining, "Now, now, this is supposed to be a reward, not a punishment. Be good. Be patient." She whispers. She smiles sweetly as her array panel swipes away, valve dripping and glossy. Immediately, you try licking it up. She slaps your face away hard, making you groan in painful pleasure. "Patience, you're my good boy, right?" You nod slowly, vents increasingly getting hotter.

"Please." You whimper, your array slips away, spike bobbing out and leaking, "Oh please." Her smile widens.

"So cute when you beg, sweetspark." She tugs at a wire in the back of your neck to turn your face up so she can bite into the sensitive cords on the side.

"Ahhh" you moan, spike twitching.

"Going to overload already, my love?" She teases.

"Please." You whine again. Giving her a pleading look, optics look so big with want. She only chuckles before grabbing hold of the leash once again and scooting up, heels locking into the edge of your shared berth. Knees spread wide, exposing her perfect valve with an inviting look on her faceplate. She tugs once, and you dive right in. Kissing, licking, and sucking on her sweet, lubricated valve, the taste of her making you groan as she moans, closing her optics softly. Your glossa flicks over and circles around her node, making her jerk her hips.

"Oh, my good boy, mmm, just like that." She takes hold of your helm and keeps you in place. You nibble slightly at her node, and she pulls you off to slap you again. "No." She says sternly and pushes your derma to her valve again. You just look up at her for a moment before nibbling again. "I said no." She forces you back and stands up over you, grabbing your face forcefully making you whine. Her servo grasps your neck as she pulls you up to stand before her. You look down at her, wanting more pain for the rest of the pleasure, and she can see that.

"I see, then, should have said something, baby boy." She turns you around to sit on the berth, servos still around your throat as she kisses you, grip tightening and other servo trailing down to jerk at your spike. A painful tug jolts through your spine to your processor and is followed by tender touches as she jerks your spike, rubbing the tip, smearing the lubricants around as she bites your derma, drawing energon. You moan deeply as her claws dig into your neck, touching and scraping at sensitive nodes and wires.

With a moan, she pulls away to look at your pretty face, energon leaking from your derma, dribbling down your sharp chin and onto your strong chassis. "You really are gorgeous, sweetspark." She praises her favorite toy. She looks down to stare at your spike in her small servo and feels heat pool in her gestation chamber, "mmmm, such a fragging unit." She groans deeply, sounding predatory. "Servos." She demands, so you rip them from their confines, webs dangle from your wrist joints and forearms, the off-white contrasts your paint job. She loves seeing it, and marking you makes her swell with pride. A servo goes to your chassis, the other firmly at the base of your spike, and scratches a deep mark into the strong metal, pulling a growl from you. "Pick me up, good boy." Your larger servos wrap gently around her waist to lift her from the ground with ease. Her legs spread wide, and you pull her close, valve aligned with your spike.

Slowly, you begin to lose your patience as she licks and kisses at your bite wounds. She hums happily and then bites down hard on your neck as she slams her hips down, spike plunging deep into her tight valve. You moan loudly and overload into your beloved spider. She feels hot lubricant jet into her and immediately starts bouncing onto your hard spike, moaning and whining with each fall of her hips. The tip of your spike pokes and prods at her gestation chamber, making her bite harder onto your neck. She pulls away and pushes you down her pedes flat on the berth as she straddles you, wrapping her servos around your neck as she rides you, keeping the air from circulating through your ventilation systems. You feel as though your spark has been destroyed, processor being flooded with too many senses, her smell, the pain, the pleasure.

You can feel how tight her valve is, how hard it squeezes around your spike, and how warm and wet she is. Subconsciously, your servos squeeze around her waist tighter and tighter as you take the wheel and push and pull at your pace. She gives you a second to breathe to take your servos into hers instead, then traps them above your head in more webs. She does the same on your legs and midsection, successfully trapping you to the berth. She steps up and off of your leaking spike, making you whine and groan disappointedly. She gives you a small scratch on the side of your faceplate while she moves to grasp it, making you writhe in your place.

A heel moves up next to your helm as she stretches across your larger frame. "I don't know whether to treat you or punish you." She coos then sucks through her denta, "I rrreally want to just punish you for nibbling on my node earlier, but you have been such a good boy." Her optics soften, your silvery face so blue and hot, your optics droop, you're exhausted from the teasing, overload, and all the waiting.

She hums softly and then makes her decision. She spins around to put her valve in your face and takes your large spike in her servos. First, she licks and kisses at the head and shaft while pushing her hips down on your face, your glossa sticking out to provide friction for her to grind down on. She takes your spike into her intake slowly at first, then starts ramping up in speed, sucking hard as she lifts her helm upward. Her goal is to suck your soul from your spark, and she'll be damned if she doesn't. She wants a taste of that sweet lubricant as you eat it from her valve.

Your processor has gone numb and optics blurry. You've been waiting so long for this, and now you're hardly conscious as you lap up your mixed juices. You don't realize until she gets oof of you that you've overloaded once more from her intake. "Mmmmmm, my good boy tastes delicious." She wipes at her derma to lean forward and kiss you. "But I haven't overloaded yet, so I hope that you have more to give, baby." She rubs your sensitive spike tantalizingly slow.

"Oh, please, I can't..." You beg.

"Tut tut my sweetspark, you'll be okay." She bites you again, injecting you with a special serum she came across on another planet. She loves using this stuff on you and how it changes your optics to a pretty pink color. And how hard it makes your spike. Suddenly invigorated, you sit up a little and smirk at her. You thrust forward a bit, spike rubbing against her node, making her gasp.

"Use me up, baby. He's still standing at attention, I need you." You pull her into a deep kiss, lifting her up and pushing her down onto your sensitive spike. "I want to feel you wrapped around my spike for cycles after this, even if you're not there. Break me." Your last comment makes her smile. She's going to spin you up in her net and use you for as long as she wants,

"Are you sure you're alright?" Knockout asks.

"Fine, thanks." You walk out of the medibay admiring new scars she left. You can still feel her, her claws, valve, chassis, spark. A shiver runs down your spine as you recall that night. "Can't wait till she breaks me again." You whisper to yourself as you walk past Breakdown who only makes a sour face, not that you saw. Otherwise, you'd ask what his problem was.

"-but his energon that night was so sweet." Airachinid finishes hee long droning as she presses a key or two into the computer in the main hull of the Nemesis. "I can't wait to break him again. I can still feel his spike throbbing and filling me up." She starts exciting herself. "I think I just might right now." She turns to walk down the halls to find her sparkmate.

[oppysbabydoll]

May I ask for Ratchet from Tfp and a nonbinary human

ratchet (tfp)/enby reader (sfw)

ratchet x enby reader

i mentioned this before on my blog, but i don’t subscribe to the idea that the transformers follow humans conventions of gender. so when when ratchet learns about the nonbinary label, he’s confused. the idea of humans “two genders” already lost him so the fact nonbinary exists (as a gender, you’ve yet to mention the spectrum) befuddles him

“there’s more?” ratchet asks when you explain your gender: nonbinary. he scrunches his eyes—optics, you correct yourself—in what you assume can only be confusion. he crosses his arms. huffs. “i thought you humans followed a binary system.”

you bite your lips. resists the urge to look down to the floor, not meet his gaze. you know that what he’s saying comes from a place of ignorance than active malice, but you won’t deny that it hurt. to have the same rhetoric from your… friend (he’s more than that, your heart squeezes. your heart skips whenever he’s in the room. you ignore it) that you hear from bigots.

“some of us do.” you shrug, aiming to be unbothered. seeing how ratchet’s optics narrow, you’re doubtful of its success. “there’s people that believe that gender is a binary system, and it’s always been that way. but there’s always been certain cultures that had more than two genders. their history is just erased or ignored in history.”

“besides…” you close your eyes and take a breath. look away from ratchet’s gaze. you aren’t ready to face him, of the judgement that could arise. “even if that wasn’t the case, it doesn’t erase the fact it’s what i—what people are most comfortable being referred to. and that others should respect that. even… even if they don’t understand it.”

silence. there’s silence. then—

“…oh.”

oh god, oh god, oh god, he’s judging you. he thinks you’re weird and dealt and—

“…like frame types.” you hear him mumble as servos rotate. slowly, you lift your head up. surprisingly, he’s the one now not meeting your eye. “very well. i…” his engine whirls. you cant read the expression but…

it’s not as disbelieving as bigots.

“i appreciate your explanation. it answers my questions. move along now.”

you swallow, your stomach churning. the talk feels unfinished: you desire to ask him about frame types, what they mean in cybertronian society. but seeing how he buries himself in his work… you don’t make that leap. instead, you nod along, taking the dismissal to leave the room. ignore the quickening of your heart.

in your leave, you fail to notice ratchet editing your medical biography in the computer’s program to your preferred pronouns.

[dragonridernoobie]

Okay, This is kinda in the realm of angst and horror since I live that kind of thing so since Raf have a large family, imagine he have an older sister who is the black sheep of the family but look out for him even support him with his love fr science as she gifted him the best text book she can afford for him but one day she just left home leaving his final gift and note saying she is sorry and couldn't take it anymore as all the fight she have with their parents is not good for her mind and don't blame their parents as she explain that she have her own demons and hopefully one-day he'll understand why she leaves

She left and joined the military, but something happened on a mission that went wrong that she had been tested by MECH with dark energon, and basically she a corrupted human with ability that similar to Unicron then rescue by the Autobot when she mids of a vengeful rampage then in a middle of a mental break down

( I'm not good at explaining things )

Be emotional when both siblings reunited, but she sees her nothing but a monster, telling Raf to stay away from her as she didn't want to hurt him but he just hugs her they both reunited and is very emotional to see

Hmmm, I've done horror and angst before, but never like this. I tried my best since there was part you dident say that I kinda just took over. For example, you never said this was an autobot request or a raph reqest so, I'm going raph to make it more emotional. I really hope you like it, and I might have a tad bit of fun making this XD

TFP Raphael X Mutated Sister

9 years...it's been 9 years since Raphaels sister left. Raphael misses them so much. They always remember his birthday. He still got the last gift he got from them. A textbook about coding. He loved it since it tought him everything he knows now.

Though, after they left, he hated how his family reacted. They acted so happy and actally forgot about (Y/N). He hated his family except his mother. They still remmber his sister and misses them to.

All he knows about them from searching online is that they went into the army. He dosent believe they died since his mother would have been told if they did die.

All he can hope is that they did not die and aren't suffering. If they where here now, he would show them Bumblebee, the autobots, and his new friends.

He knew, he just knew that they would have stars in their eyes from how awsome it would be to see living alien robots.

For now though, he had to wait for them to show themselves.

Currently, he was with Bumblebee and the team. Everyone has been on edge and there has been no action from the decpticons or MECH.

So, they decided to go to a forest in the amazon where a gaint Lake was. The autobots would be able to transform without being seen, and kids could play in the water.

It was going well for a few hours intel there was an explosion near by. The autobots obviously go check out what it was and they find MECH.

Well, it's more of a destroyed MECH building. There were MECH gaurds shooting at a human who was throwing MECH vehicles at them.

Raphael noticed who it was right away. It was (Y/N)!!!

But they looked diffrent...they looked more angry, sad, in pain, and diffrent.

They had purple vains across their arms, legs, and face. They clearly had super strength to. They where destroying and killing MECH guards.

The autobots jump in and take out the rest of the MECH gaurds. When done, they try to help (Y/N) but they attack them to.

It takes ratchet, bulkhead, and optimus to hold them down. Ratchrt scanned them and announced that they are filled with Dark energon.

They immediately take (Y/N) back to base to help them. No matter what. Especially now they know this is Raphaels' lost sister.

Raphael watches them put his sister in a container.

He sees how she is in pain to.

She was crying purple tears from the pain she was in but was such in blind rage that she couldn't tell that he was standing right in front of her.

Ratchet comes up with a plan to heal (Y/N), but the success rate is extremely low since this was just theory but the best they got.

So Raphael watches them start the plan and hook the canister that (Y/N) is in, ontop a machine.

He watches them start it up and inject clean energon into it.

(Y/N)'s screams echos through the base.

They beg, cry, and scream for it to stop but they have to keep going.

Eventually, when all the dark energon is gone from their body, they turn it off.

They open the canister and get (Y/N) out.

There, lays an unconscious (Y/N)

Ratchet scans them and says they are alive but need to go to the hospital since their body won't be able to survive without assistance from machines.

So, the next 4 months is Raphael sitting next to (Y/N)'s bed in the hospital, reading them books, talking to them, and telling them about the adventures they went on.

(Y/N) would eventually wake up and welcome Raphael to a hug.

Once they where healthy enough to leave the hospital, off to the autobot base.

Raphael was right.

They did get star eyes from meeting them.

He doesn't want to lose his sister again.

I hope you enjoyed this! I tried by best with one hand so I hope you like it!!!!

[call-me-blip]

Y'all so I may have or may have not been extremely ill today and just decided to stay in bed and right chapter 2 and 3 of etherea (Optimus x reader)l.....yeah I totally didn't do that at all because I'm a responsible madame who has school work and responsibilities....

Chapter 2 will be uploaded tonight or tomorrow after I fix a couple of things. Chapter 3 will be later on early this coming week

[muletia]

𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 <𝟑

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

word count: 2200

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

Optimus most often kisses the back of your hand

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

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

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

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

Ratchet most often kisses the top of your head

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

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

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

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

Smokescreen loves kissing you on the lips

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

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

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

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

Bumblebee places kisses on your cheeks

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

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

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

Megatron particularly loves kisses on the palm of your hand

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

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

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

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

Soundwave loves to kiss your forehead

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

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

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

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

Starscream most often kisses your neck

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

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

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

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

It’s no surprise that Knockout adores French kisses

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

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

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

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

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

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

[revelboo]

love ur writing (੭ु ›ω‹ )੭ु⁾⁾♡ thank u for sharing your work with us!

Thank you for reading it!

Transformers x Reader Headcanons- possessive

Soundwave x Reader, Starscream x Reader, Jazz x Reader, Megatron x Reader, Ratchet x Reader

Starscream

• It’s nothing really. Just the way your face lights up when Soundwave brings you a case of bottled water, as if what he’s provided is inferior. His wings flick stiffly up as you thank the other mech, daring to reach out to touch Soundwave’s servo. It’s nothing. Shouldn’t bother him, but there it is, eating at him. How many of your little smiles have you gifted the other mech?

• You realize almost immediately that you just messed up. Can almost imagine you can feel the temperature dipping as you look over your shoulder. And of course he saw. He’s always watching you and now his expression is oddly empty aside from the slight quivering of his wings. There’ll be yelling later, his temper sparking out of control if you don’t distract him quickly. Down play Soundwave’s gift. Or ask him for something. Need him.

TFP Ratchet

• Fowler isn’t exactly a stranger, even if Ratchet doesn’t particularly care for the human. That disinterest quickly shifts when he sees the man lay a hand on your shoulder and you offer up a tired smile. It’s good. You should interact with other humans instead of being cooped up with him all the time. But it bothers him. That hand on you. The creak of metal makes both humans look over to stare at him and the tool he’s just accidentally bent at an angle in his hands.

• You pick up on the fact that your grouchy medic is irritated about something pretty quickly. Being flippant and avoiding you, and that only makes you angry too. If something’s wrong, you’d rather talk about it. And he’s not giving you a chance. You wear him down, pestering until he just lets go of whatever that was. It’s almost like he’s a tiny bit jealous of Fowler talking to you, but surely not.

Jazz

• There’s a strange car in the driveway. A strange human on your step. Pretending to be nothing more than a car, he shifts on his shocks when you open the door and smile for this person. Invite them in. The spy in him runs scenarios. You might be in danger. Might need him.

• It’s a relief when the intruder leaves and you finally join him outside, A coworker you tell him as he transforms and scoops you up, ignoring your protest. There was no danger. He knows it, but he needs to reassure himself. Feel the frantic beat of your heart as you shove at him, annoyed. He’ll check into this coworker. Learn everything there is about them and he’ll decide if they’re allowed to visit again.

Wheeljack

• As oblivious as he can be, he’s very aware of his tiny lab partner. You’re always there, asking him questions and encouraging him to talk about his projects. He’s gotten used to that easy companionship. Looks forward to it, because he’s well aware the others avoid him. Think he’s an accident prone danger to life and limb. You don’t treat him like a walking catastrophe, though. You like being around him.

• So when you’re not around, he goes looking for you. Seeing you talking to Bumblebee and Bluestreak, he knows you’re in good hands, but still. He’s walking up before he can think better of it, vocal indicators flickering a sickly mauve as he just picks you up in one hand, lifting the other in greeting. Aware of the two younger bots staring and the bemused look you’re giving him. He’s not jealous, but you did promise to help him. That’s all.

TFP Megatron

• You’re kept close, his little plaything on a leash. His pet. Partly because it amuses him to toy with you, but also because he can’t trust anyone. There are too many among his Decepticons who’d love to accidentally break Megatron’s pet. Some because they see you as a weakness- that the warlord is far too attached. Others just for cruel amusement.

• There’s no peace for you. He’s always near. Watching. Your life depends on keeping him amused with your antics. Even knowing that, you’ve grown oddly attached to him, recognizing the loneliness under the casual cruelty. He’s safe in his own, awful way. Because no matter what, you can count on that possessiveness to keep you alive. He takes care of what’s his.

Soundwave

• While he can’t exactly read your thoughts, he can get brief little flickers. Images and emotions that can overwhelm him. Or worm into him and leave behind a hunger for more. Being in control has always been something he prided himself on. The calm one. The reliable, loyal soldier. But you’re a problem. When he first found out Starscream’s secret, he should have passed the intel along.

• But every time the thought enters his processor, with it comes the worry of the fall out. It’s not only Starscream that will suffer. Most likely you’ll die just to punish the Seeker. And he doesn’t want that. Not when you always look at him with such trusting eyes. It’d be as if he hurt you himself. So this secret he keeps. For you and for him.

[cyberrose2001]

Heyo! Can I request some stress sex with Op, fem reader and Ratchet? The two work so hard and maybe some.joking around when mentioning the readers name, the two stressed bots snap, and reader ends up railed into?

TFP Optimus x human!Reader x Ratchet

Hayy thank you for requesting! I've kind of just jumped right into the good stuff since I wasn't entirely sure what you implied with the joking around. Either way, I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: AFAB Reader, Established relationship, Poly, Implied Mass-Displaced, Cum Dumping + Cum Shots, Masturbation, Fingering, Spit, Slight Oral

Word count: 2,186

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

"C'mere, you." Ratchet catches your chin with a servo, bringing your lips closer to capture them in a long-anticipated kiss. His other servo holds your lower back, inching closer down to cup your ass.

Moaning into the kiss, you wrap your arms around his neck. Hard steel meets soft fingertips as you play amongst the seams. The medic groans with you as he presses his glossa against your teeth, a gentle command exuding confidence that makes your knees weak.

A new set of metallic lips meets your body. It's a welcomed one, inviting your other lover in by tilting your neck just enough. The Prime licks and sucks at your already bruised skin, reminiscing of all the previous bouts of love poured over you. His servos find the side of your ribcage, running the tips over and between where they lie under your shirt.

"We missed you today," Optimus says breathlessly against your ear, nipping at your lobes, "I apologise for our busy schedule."

Parting your lips from Ratchet, who responds with a groan and a small flick at your lips with his glossa, you turn your attention to the mech behind you, "I don't care," You lift your hand to caress his face, "Just fuck me."

"With pleasure," Ratchet mumbles into your neck, having seized the opportunity to nuzzle himself against you. He dips his servos down to tug at the hem of your shirt.

"Here- let me." Optimus strips the fabric over your head, dumping it on the ground. Ratchet is next, reaching behind you to unclasp your bra. With hands as dexterous as his, he quickly does so and lets it fall from your shoulders.

Optimus groans at the sight, snaking his servos in front to cup at your breasts. They fit against his palms perfectly, as if you were made for him. He kneads them together, squishing and squeezing them. It causes a soft moan from you, and you lean your chest into his touch. His metal is cold to touch and sends a shiver down your spine.

"I'm takin' these off." Ratchet focuses his attention on your pants and dips his digits underneath. He grips your underwear, too, and pulls them down to your ankles to let you step out of them. As soon as he does, Ratchet's dermas are attached to your skin, and he kisses his way upwards. No stone unturned; not one inch of your flesh is spared from his opened-mouth kisses, worshipping your flesh like it's the last time he'll ever get a taste.

You can feel Optimus' impatience poking at your lower back, surely pent up from the stresses of leadership. You can feel your own arousal start to build at the thought of his impatience plunging into you. Rubbing your thighs together to ease some pressure, it catches the attention of both hungry mechs.

"Come on, Optimus," Ratchet grips onto your hips, standing up to full height, which seems to be miles above your head, "Let's get 'em on the berth; I'm far too impatient for mere foreplay."

Optimus agrees entirely, wrapping his arms around your midsection and effortlessly picking you up. He steps back until the back of his knees hits the berth, hauling you up against him. With a small surprised shriek from you, he flops back to lay fully onto the berth, your back lying against his chassis. Your other lover closely follows, climbing up to plant himself between both yours and Optimus' thighs firmly.

"Who's spiking first?" Ratchet asks, placing both servos onto your spread thighs. His optics hold the weight of cement, and he cannot look anywhere but your exposed folds.

"I will allow you first, old friend," Optimus presses his face against the side of yours, "I am sure our little love does not mind either way, hm?"

You nod, a desperate whine dragged from your throat when Optimus snakes his servo around to circle at your clit, "Yes, yes, I don't care, just- just please fuck me."

"I love it when you beg like that," It takes no more convincing from Ratchet to unsheath his spike. It's much smaller than Optimus but large and thick enough to keep you begging for more. He brings a servo to his mouth and spits on it before working his oral lubricants over his spike. Once satisfied, he leans down to kiss the inside of your thigh before letting his lubricants well up in his mouth and spits on your pussy. Optimus chuckles lowly at your reaction, allowing the warm spit to lubricate his digits to spread it all around your folds.

Once he feels sufficiently hard enough, Ratchet presses the tip against the threshold. He's too eager and can hardly wait a moment longer, "Oh, Primus-" He pushes further, slowly working half of his shaft inside.

He's barely seated inside you, and you're already trembling, resisting the urge to cry out. Optimus holds you steady, whispering soft praises and encouragement through it all.

"So well," Optimus watches with hazed optics as Ratchet sinks fully inside you, his digits continuing to work on your bud, "You take Ratchet exceedingly well."

Ratchet lets out a rough grunt, "Though a rather tight fit, might I add-" He leans his body over, making a sexually charged sandwich out of you, "But you feel like fragging silk." He shivers above you, and you've got no choice but to stare into his optics as he withdraws his length and thrusts hard back into you.

"Oh my god-" Your speech falters, and you arch your back against Optimus. Though not as fast-paced as the Prime, the medics feel longer and more powerful each time and ring your vocal cords like a bell.

"That's it-" Ratchet buries his helm into your neck, his work of breathing increasing with every plunge into your plush pussy, "Take it- take all of it."

Optimus chimes in, his voice strained with anticipation and longing, "They certainly are-" The driving force of Ratchet causes your back to grind and rub against his spike. He breathlessly nips at your ear lobe, "Tell him how he makes you feel, sweetspark."

"S-So good-" You moan, stringing together whatever words you can claw at, "Feels so good- nghn-"

"Yeah?" Ratchet grunts as he increases his speed. His grip on your waist tightens with every thrust, all indications point to his overload inching closer and closer, "Gahh- Frag, say my name-"

A filthy rendition of his name falls from your lips, slurred and full of lust for the mech. His thick spike is grinding and pressing against every sweet spot known to humankind. Your hands find his shoulder plating, gripping on for dear life as your own orgasm breaches the horizon. Optimus holds you steady and keeps you from squirming, letting Ratchet indulge in your flesh freely.

"Oh, you sweet thing-" The medic sits upright, pistoning his hips while hungry optics gaze down on your wobbling flesh, "So fraggin' gorgeous."

It takes only a few more pumps of his spike before you call out each other's names. Ratchet presses his pulsing spike as far as he physically can inside you, his frame shaking as he pumps full to the brim. Your body tenses, and your hands shuffle to find Optimus' servos, gripping them as you cross the threshold. The Prime responds by comforting you, intertwining his digits with yours, and murmuring praises against your ear.

"Primus, just when I- guhh-" Ratchet pants, squeezing his optics shut as you clench around him, "Just when I thought you couldn't get tighter." He taps a digit on your other lover's thigh, "Your turn. Ready?"

"Whenever you are satisfied," Optimus says. He snakes his servo to your front once again to prepare for Ratchet to pull out. With a strained groan, he does, and as soon as his spike unsheathes itself from you, Optimus shoves a digit inside to plug you up, preventing the flood of transfluids from escaping you.

"Here, let me help." Ratchet slips Optimus' spike out from under you. He presses the tip against your entrance alongside Optimus' digits, quickly slipping it past your folds, "There you go."

The Prime underneath you groans, vibrating your entire body. He grips your hips with restraint but with enough force to push you down his whole length, helped out by the slick of your pussy and Ratchets' transfluids. The sheer girth has you keening as your walls stretch and clamp down onto it. Ratchets' dermas are automatically on yours to capture your moans and cries.

"Primus-" Optimus lifts you higher onto his hips for a slight adjustment before he begins to move within you. The warmth of your pussy mixed with the hot transfluids has him clenching his optics shut and burying his face against the side of your neck, "You feel wonderful."

"They sure do, don't they?" Ratchet kisses your tear-stained cheek after your soft lips, "You're perfect."

Your ability to speak leaves you when Optimus gives you a particularly harsh thrust, and you cry out his name. Shaky hands find the ones holding onto your hips as you, once again, hold on for dear life as you're fucked for the second time tonight.

Ratchet sits up again, his lust-filled optics trained on the way your pussy stretches around the thick spike, how your face twists in pleasure, and how the drool inches down your chin. You're a complete and utterly fucked mess, and the sight of it all has his spike standing tall and erect once more. He bites his lower derma as he takes his aching spike in his fist and pumps himself, moaning with you and Optimus.

The Prime glances up from your neck, noticing his friend masturbating to you being fucked, "Not- aghh- finished yet, are you, old friend?"

"Never-" Ratchets' hips stutter, gritting his dentae as he squeezes himself from base to tip, "Never finished."

Optimus growls lowly into your ear, "Then we better give him a worthy performance-" He then wraps his arms tightly around your chest, causing you to forget how to breathe for a moment before he fucks up into you so hard you nearly black out. You no longer have control as he pinned your arms against you. He's unrelenting, rutting into you hard enough that the remnants of Ratchets transfluids spurt and dribble out of you. And the said mech groans in approval, jerking his cock faster and faster.

"C'mon, sweetspark," Ratchet edges closer to another overload, shuffling forward so his spike is within inches of your stretched-out hole, "Overload again- nghh- for us-"

"I- fuckfuckfuck-" You whimper out, unable to squirm or even move in Optimus' embrace. Your body starts to convulse, and your head falls back against the mech's neck as your whimpers bloom into sheer, unrestrained, and sinful cries, cumming around Optimus' cock.

"Primus, yes-" The Prime groans, his vocaliser strained. He pushes you down as far as you can take, dumping his load deep within your little organic valve. His own frame begins to tremble, jolting with every squeeze you give him. Your jaw goes slack, feeling every crevice within you filling up with with sticky transfluids. It causes a bulge in your stomach, a wonderous testament to how pliable your little human body is.

Ratchet is close by, desperately pumping his spike. His other servo finds your bulging stomach, caressing and pressing against it, "Frag yes, t-take it..." He moans wantonly, his second overload walloping him. Thick ropes of hot transfluid shoot out onto your stretched pussy, coating your outer lips and clit; some miss and shoot out onto your stomach. It causes another moan to leave your lips, the heat against your sensitive folds sending a tingling sensation up your spine.

He finishes himself off, squeezing every last drop from his tip before he sits on his heels, spikes brushing limply against your inner thigh. Optimus, once barely recovered from his overload, takes a moment to peer over your shoulder to gaze lovingly at the utter mess between your legs. A mess that they caused.

"Goodness," Optimus chuckles lowly, releasing his grip from your torso, "Look at the state you are in."

Your entire groin and everything in between is soaking in their sticky transfluids. It drips down your folds and along the shaft, still buried deep within you. It's a lewd sight, for sure, worthy enough for both of the bots to snap a picture and save it to their internal hard drives.

Ratchet breathlessly laughs with him, caressing your inner thighs soothingly, "Quite the mess, if I say so myself."

"It was..." You pant tiredly, your pussy still clenching around Optimus' dully throbbing spike. Your heart races, but you feel utterly relaxed against his frame as you soak in the afterglow, "Well worth the wait."

Optimus gives you an exhausted smile, kissing the side of your reddened and bruised neck, "I share the same sentiment."

"Speaking of, I hope we all share the same sentiment regarding getting you cleaned up," Ratchet shuffles back and leans down to bury his face between your thighs, licking a stripe up your drenched clit, "I'm peckish for dessert."

[emelinstriker]

May you share your TFP Decepticon headcanons 👁️👁️

If you want specifics, then their domestic lives? (Or what one can achieve akin to a domestic life in time of war 💀)

I did NOT expect to see any ask regarding TFP- Or at least till I switch fandoms again- So like I can't really think of many X Reader headcanons right now. So I just wrote down like 3 for each. I'm also not quite sure how to condense domestic points, cuz I suck at general fluff when my hyperfixation is elsewhere- So sorry if these don't feel like they're really in the domestic direction fhgnfhg

Only doing some Decepticons though-

☆ ~ Headcanons ~ ☆

☆ Megatron

He do be a busy mech, so he doesn't have too much time on his servos. Therefore he cherishes it whenever he gets to have private moments with just his human and no interruptions.

Likes to carry you around on his shoulder pad- It just generally makes it safer for you, in his opinion, and more comforting for him.

Any that would merely look at you weirdly would face the wrath of Lord Megatron. You can tell him not to punish the other Cybertronian though. He does listen... sometimes.

☆ Starscream

Mans refusing to show affection towards you around other Decepticons, especially Megatron. But he's just melting around you when in private.

He prefers recharging with you lying on him. It's oddly soothing having his human on his chassis.

Tends to look for you as comfort whenever he had a bad day with Megatron.

☆ Soundwave

Despite the amount of work he does and how busy he is, he doesn't really fail at also paying attention to you. He's truly a multi-tasker.

Would let Laserbeak play with you though if his extra appendages and music can't keep you busy.

Very loving towards his human. He may not talk, but he uses emoticons on his visor to display how much he loves you.

☆ Shockwave

Just don't play with whatever materials he needs to conduct his experiments and you're good to go. Play with his antennae and ear fins while on his shoulder pad instead.

He gets easily distracted by his human. He knows it's illogical with the major size difference, and how he should just be able to ignore you. But he can't help it nor explain this phenomenon.

He also also can't explain why he has this urge to gently pat you with a digit.

☆ Knockout

While he does buff himself on his own, or has Breakdown help him, he does enjoy it when you're buffing him instead as well. Especially when he's in his alt mode.

Speaking of which, expect drive-in theater dates. Just don't get his interior dirty with snack crumbs.

Worries a lot about your health. If you're sick, he'll keep you close to him to make sure you're actually alright. But no kisses from him till you're no longer coughing and sneezing. He just buffed himself and doesn't need your sickly fluids on his frame.

☆ Predaking

Tends to pick up you up whenever he wants attention. You were talking to Steve? Nah, now you gotta give your giant mecha dragon pets and kisses.

He also enjoys carrying you around on his frame whenever he can. At least he won't have to look where he goes this way.

While he has to go on missions from time to time, it's not a common thing due to his value, so a lot of his time is spent protectively watching over his human.

[tinydefector]

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

So I do have some fics on this stuff one is

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

Then I have

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[vhaos-chaotic-writing]

HIII HELLO1!!1 (I'm 19 btw just too shy cause this is like. My first time requesting. So sorry if this is kinda weird!)

Could I request Optimus (your choice of incarnation) x a reader who's an outlaw and commits crime 24 hours??(bonus if reader is a deception hehe), like when they first met, they were both at each other throat, but now? THEY'RE KISSING IN SLOPPY MODE-

Sorry if this request is too hard, i don't mind if it short! Thanks and love your writing!!

Finally got to your ask!! (It's okay, bestie!!) - oh Primus, a chaotic reader with an Optimus Prime to deal (and love) with it!! - Vhaos likes it! ( •̀ ω •́ )✧ Hehe... I think I know the perfect incarnation of Optimus to use here!

TFP Optimus Prime w/ a Cybertronian!Reader who is a Decepticon... and a danger to society.

WARNINGS: Kind of suggestive (heavy sloppy make out session), I'll even categorize this as crack, somehow. Reader is a cybertronian, a decepticon and gender neutral. Megastar implied (you'll understand).

A pain in the aft and a danger to any kind of society - that's how the Autobots described you.

... Well, nearly aaall of them, since one of them had an extra title for you.

A pain in the aft, a danger to any kind of society and the bot that makes Optimus fragging Prime actually NOT think before acting.

Oh my Primus - said deity and the past Primes are definitely disappointed in him. And he wants to kick his own aft!

You were one of the most crazy Decepticon any of the Autobots have ever seen - and they've dealt with Megatron and Starscream before!

You were a constant 'keep-an-optic-on' for the Autobots, as you would be sent to cause a couple of problems here and there, the typical tactic about having your enemy doing multitasking between the main problem (aka. The war and Megatron) and other problems to deal with (Aka. You).

Last week you got a whole factory on fire (thanks to Primus no human got hurt in the process), a couple of days ago you managed to get Arcee, Bee and Bulkhead lost inside of a cave system after having chased you. And so on.

And lately, Optimus has been dealing with you, trying to stop you from whatever and such.

And by Primus, you knew how to put a fight, make a disaster and even have Optimus give his everything to keep up with you. Even when he got to land a hit or such on you, you would cackle and stand up back, and the cycle continues.

Although... And Primus, it was so wrong to admit it. He found you... optic-catching. Yes, you were a serious problem and a crazy-aft Decepticon.

Still... that didn't stop Optimus Prime from feeling his spark twirl and beat loudly against his chestplate.

Somehow in this battle, Optimus and Megatron weren't fighting faceplate to faceplate - instead, Arcee, Smokescreen and BumbleBee were doing such a good job at dealing with the Warlord while Optimus had to deal with you.

"C'mon, Prime! Land a hit already!" You shout, wide smile on your faceplate as you shoot with your firing weapon at the taller mech.

And Optimus did fire at your pedes, which got to make you trip back - alas, when you fell backwards you fired and it got to his kneeplate, making him fall foward. In the end, the Prime had you caged on the floor.

Blue optics meet (color) optics with astonishment expressions. Suddenly the sound of his teammates fighting Megatron in the background became such a far, far away sound. Were you always this pretty this close? Well, you always kept moving, this may be the first time Optimus got to see you still! And well, he wasn't thaaat bad looking, right? You think, a small sly smirk forming on your faceplate.

Maybe that's why your cheekplates got a soft blue hue on them. And Optimus' cheekplates, too.

"Bee-wee-beep?"

Arcee and Smokescreen, with Megatron doing the same, turn their helms at you and Optimus were... to then feel like frozen in place.

Optics closed and holding each other closer as if long lost lovers (or two young bots with too many hormonal systems doing their jobs), you and the Prime were... making out. Primus, it was too much! (Bee swears, feeling his spark leaving his frame, he saw your glossa all tangled with Optimus'). It was sloppy, loud. Frag, you were even holding Optimus' helm from the back with your servos, preventing him from pulling back. Not like he was actually planning on doing it, with how he was holding your frame with his own servos.

While Arcee, Smokescreen and Bee were frozen in place, feeling like their softwares just fried up, in the blink of an optic, Megatron punched Optimus on his back, managing to sent him flying and separate him from you.

"YOUNG BOT, WHAT THE FRAG ARE YOU DOING?!" Megatron yells. angrily as he picks you from the back of your neck like a cat.

"That fine mech is a wiiild ride!" You answer back, giggling and cackling, all limp in Megatron's hold.

"WAIT UNTIL YOUR CARRI- I MEAN, STARSCREAM KNOWS ABOUT THIS - YOU'LL BE IN SERIOUS TROUBLE!" Megatron warns, throwing you over his right shoulderplate, turning around and starting to walk away.

"You two are not even my two creators - babe-Prime! I'll be back, I promise!" You shout your promise at the Prime, wide smiling and waving your servo at him, and then at his teammates before you and your leader enter an opened ground bridge.

Optimus stands up from the ground, dusting off his lap to then turn towards his three teammates, who still have shocked expressions on their faceplates.

"Heh... well..." He starts.

"Nah, Optimus - are you serious?" Smokescreen interrupted, wincing.

"Down bad." Arcee groaned, trying to forget the whole making out session she saw as Bee gave a few pats to her back, understanding her pain.

Well - this was going to be a funny story to tell back at the base!

Hehehehehehe (≧∀≦)ゞ Vhaos out!

[rowanmutt-afterdark]

Kinktober Day 2: Sex Machine (TFP Ultra Magnus)

Word Count: 729

TFP Ultra Magnus X GN Cybertronian Reader

18+ tags: Teasing, orgasm denial, sex machine, and dom/sub.

Read more below the cut!

It was only a little mistake that lead to this scene laid out before you.

Ultra Magnus, Commander of the Autobots, laid on his front aft up and his legs spread to allow his valve to be accessed with ease. You stood off to the side of the berth where Magnus laid face down on. The machine positioned just behind him was prepped and read, the false spike on it was shiny with lube and charged for the session. All that was left as to prepare your lovely Commander for the machine.

Your servo cupped his valve, your digits just barely dipping into his hole teasing the sopping wet, twitching walls. A low groan answered your teasing, his optics shuddering as his frame slowly relaxed at the feeling of finally being touched. His plating shuddered as your digits slowly made a circular motion around the rim and tracing around the edge with a grin growing across your faceplate. Optics focused on his expression for any sign he was uncomfortable.

“Does that feel good, Commander?” You purred, your digits pushing further into him earning a loud grunt before an annoyed growl rumbled his chassis as he glared at you from the side, his optics flashing a warning look your way.

“Watch yourself, soldier.” He grunts. You ignored it and hummed with a grin as your digits move within him. You focus back on your digits start to make a come here motion within him to stroke the walls, searching for that patch where it would drive him crazy. The curling motions continued, pulling lewd noises from your commander as you searched for that one spot that would get his engine revving.

You only knew you had hit your target when his engine sputtered and the mech jolted against the berth, his thighs clamped down around your servo and he tensed as he moaned. His body shuddering as your digits continue to pleasure the Commander, rubbing against the spot that made his frame twitch and moan lewdly against the berth as your digits pulled explicit sounds from a mech who usually barely made any sound at all.

“Are you getting close, sir?” You tease the mech, feelings his valve constrict and pull you in further as he was building towards an overload. He didn't respond except with a grunt, you want to scold him for not using his words but decide that you could let him off the hook just once, for now.

You could feel his walls pulsing as he was getting closer and as he was getting towards the end of his building charge you removed your digits. The mech whined, yes whined, at the emptiness within his valve. His helm turned to look at you, offended and confused.

“Who said you could stop?” He growled. You simply smirked in return and answered his question with the machine whirring to life.

“I said so.” You reply, your servos grab his hips and position him perfectly for the false spike to catch. It entered with little issue as it was guided inside of him and the mech tensed as a rumble passed through his chassis. His engine hiccuping as the machine started to thrust without any resistance and filled his valve up. It started off slow, you wanted to savor his reactions to it as it slowly bobbed in and out of his pretty red and blue folds.

You waited until you could tell he was getting impatient. He turned to you and started to speak, “Will you stop teasing me and go fas- MNHAA~”

His vocalizer crackled as the speed turned up and started to thrust relentlessly inside of the mech. He gripped the berth below him and pushed his aft up closer to it as it hit deep inside of him. Each thrust of the false spike brought out a symphony of moans from the Commander as his intake hung open. Solvent drooled from his gaped expression and optics hazy as the overload he was denied earlier was growing stronger with each powerful thrust inside of him.

He could feel that coil about to snap when the machine stopped suddenly. His optics snap open and look at you with a desperation in which you return his look with a smug one. “Only good boys get to overload Commander. You're going to have to earn it.”

[stickytrigger69]

ooo could we get a thing with subby tfp starscream being kind of a brat with a mech reader? i imagine his wings are sensitive, so reader rubs them while he teases his spike at screamer’s entrance, that kinda thing,,, throw a “good boy” in there too please? thank you!!!

TFP Starscream x Mech Reader

Mech reader

Submissive Starscream, Dominant Reader

NSFW, minors dni

(A/N) I accidentally posted before I even started, so I did start it but then my phone turned off and lost all of the fucking progress, I feel like that picture of pepe pulling at his eyelids. (yes I wrote it all while at work)

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"The audacity! How dare he!" Staracream grumbles, pacing back and forth like a caged mechanimal, "He can't do that to me, be that way with ME?! of all mechs on the ship." His small servos wave around in the air, the even smaller object in his servo makes you a little nervous. You've been watching him for the past 5 minutes, at the least, trying to make sure he doesn't hurt himself in the middle of his hissy fit.

"Darling?" You try getting his attention.

"I'm his most valuable, his second hand mech." He stomps past you, then turns on his heel to go back around.

"Darling, sweetspark." You speak softly and affectionately, you know hes frustrated so you're treading as lightly as possible.

"Ugghhh, it's not fair!!" He cries and turns to face you, throwing the object in your direction. Without thinking, you swat it away before it can touch you, and within seconds, you're standing in front of him, his wrist in your large servo. "Ah, let go of me!" He starts pulling against you, but you don't budge.

"No, you're misbehaving." You say simply, looking at him voidly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to throw it at you, I'm just so-" He scrambles to apologize.

"Frustrated, I know darling, but," you grab his chin and make him look in your optics, "That's no excuse for your bad behavior. I think you need to be punished." You peck his derma gently. He shivers, and that's all you need to begin picking him up and pulling him flush to your frame. A deep kiss has him relax, and a smack to his faceplate alerts him again of the trouble he's in.

"But I..." You shush him, making him gasp and swallow his words.

"If you're a good boy, I'll be nice." You promise, which makes his optics sparkle almost. "Will you be a good boy for me?" He nods. "Then show me, baby." You set him down, and without another word or thought, he gets on his knees and prods gently at your panel until it opens. Your spike has begun to pressurize, but not completely, so when he starts touching you and licking and sucking and nipping at it, the brighter the biolights glow, and the bigger it pressurizes. You let him do his job until you hear his panel pop as well. "Alright, come here."

He stands in front of you for a deep kiss. You start fiddling with his wings, rubbing and circling the bumps and crevices, occasionally making him moan into your mouth. He grinds his hips forward, valve aching for your spike and dripping with sweet fluid. "Please." He pleads between a kiss

"Please, what baby boy?" You ask, tugging and pinching lightly at his sensitive wings.

With a moan, he answers breathlessly, "Frag me already, please, Daddy." He grinds his hips into the air again. With one thought in your processor, you lay him on the berth. His servos hold onto your neck, playing with the cables while you stare at him. Admiring your beautiful mate. With a servo on the side of his faceplate and the other on his wing, you start prodding the head of your spike at his entrance.

"You're so beautiful, my good boy." With a sweet kiss, you thrust fast and hard into his tight valve. He moans into the kiss again, this time louder. "Good boy." You sit up on your knees and look down at him. He already looks spent, but there's so much more ahead of him. Your left servo takes hold of his throat, and you start pounding unto his valve. He holds his legs up for you like you've taught him. "Such a good boy." You grunt and groan into the air. His valve is so tight and wet.

After a few hours of non-stop fragging, you sit at the edge of the berth, Starscream lying in the middle of it, sprawled out. Transfluid pooling out from his valve. You're reading more mission briefs. At least you had the chance to clear your processor before you had work to do. You stand, stretch, and sigh. You look down at your lover, so soft and sweet, misunderstood and mistreated. It makes your tanks churn and spark ignite.

Starscream wakes up to incessant pings. He sits up clean and refreshed, oh he needed that spike more than he thought, but the more he thinks, the more he wants. His panel pops open again, "Scrap!"

[xarology]

Boba Eyes - TFP Optimus Prime x Reader 18+ MDNI

Thoughts I got from reading another fic please hang with me here. You! with a puppy-like personality! that’s it. that’s the plot.

If there’s an opportunity to follow him you’d take it. You’re always there perched on his shoulders, whispering something silly into his audials. It reminds him of times where he was once the silly one and not tackled with prime duties

When you’re not in the mood to be silly, you lean against his helm and watch him work. Your hand constantly smoothing over the side of him helm, exploring the metal. It drives him crazy in such a good way!!! Let’s not talk about his embarrassing loud fans coming on after you dip your hand to explore his neck cabling. It startled you enough to not do it again (oh but he wishes you would)

he says random words in cybertronian when he’s talking with his teammates so he doesn’t get you excited. Mission. Scouting. Patrol. They’re all trigger words that make you jump on your heels begging to go! (life has been boring after you’ve been forcibly relocated to Jasper following the knowledge of these titan mechs)

If you’re not allowed to go for any reason you’re on the couch sulking. Ratchet is tonight’s biggest loser as his impractical jokers punishment is hearing you sigh all day long. It actually makes him antsy until he puts you to work by helping him around base when the children aren’t around. When they are however, it’s easier to distract yourself from your funk.

When Optimus gets back you want to be mad at him, you really do. You just can’t help yourself! You’re already running to give his pede a hug. You give him time to settle in and talk with the other mechs about whatever the mission was about. When you find alone time together afterwards, you’re asking all the questions!!

He loves it when you do because it gives him the opportunity to recall every detail and ponder on what he could’ve done better. There’s also a unique perspective you offer as a human and he’s always ready to hear that

Mass Displacement is a rare occurrence given their low energon reserves. HOWEVERRR! When there is more than necessary I guess he can do it just this once! (it’s never just once)

It gives him peace of mind when you’re in control. He doesn’t want to accidentally squeeze too hard and get you hurt, so he settles with you doing the work and him helping. Not that you’re complaining either, you’re practically jumping at the opportunity to have him every which way

You particularly like riding him. It makes it easier for your hands to touch all across his frame, his hands helping you ride as he lifts your hips with ease. The vibrations of his engine rumbling hitting you when you massage his seams.

Your energy seems to be boundless. There’s so many rounds and you’re always bouncing on his spike, milking him as you overstimulate each other. Your brain runs on pure bliss as you don’t register that you’re still riding. Optimus has to pull you off and you’re still seeking stimulation when you both know you can’t go any longer. He calms you down from your seemingly permanent high and you crash immediately when the exhaustion hits you

This is the same reason why you can’t cockwarm (spikewarm?) with him. At all. You can’t help trying to find stimulation and being a brat when he has you sat in his lap reading over files you don’t understand. You have too much energy and your fidget is hopping

[bones4thecats]

Tfp Ratchet x fembot, here it goes back to when Ratchet got the Synthetic Energon, Ratchet treats the reader well, acting when they were both young before the war, they are both Conjux and they were when they were young Bots before, Inspiration, "ancient marriage".

TFP! Ratchet w/ S/O while on Synth En.

Character: Ratchet (Transformers Animated) Requester: @zinnia1506 A/N: Short but good maybe? Idk, you tell me! Have fun reading! ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Mentions of injuries, bleeding (energon), and Ratchet not being his grumpy self (a crime in my world) ⚠️

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╚═════ Ratchet ═══════════════════════════════╝

⚕️ When you first met Ratchet, you loved how sweet and fun-loving he was, but as he and you aged and eventually became, as Miko says, 'titular old-people', your love for him never wavered

⚕️ But, when Optimus confronted you and asked if Ratchet had done anything with the Synthetic Energon recipe, you were very confused. Why was he asking you this?

"Y/N, my dearest sparkmate!" Ratchet yelled, wrapping his arms around you and picking you up, making you squeak in shock.

⚕️ He spun you around as you clung your limbs inside, trying not to break anything as he spun you around the base. You're not the biggest bot, but certainly not the smallest

"Ratchet, what is going on with you?" You asked as he set you down.

"Nothing's wrong. Is it so bad that I wanted to show my one and only some affection?"

"Considering the fact that whenever you try picking me up after a battle, your spinal-cord gets sore, resulting in you whining about how much it hurts... then yes."

"Well, my spinal-cord feels fine. So, do you wanna go on a drive?" Ratchet asked as he reached out and grabbed your arm, pulling you away.

"What- whoa!"

»–•–«

⚕️ It was when Ratchet's signal came back online and you, with the the rest of the team, went off and you saw Knockout attacking your sparkmate when you snapped, pushing your warrior-strength out once more

⚕️ You ran up and allowed your arm to become a spear, which you used to stab the Decepticon's abdomen. As he yelled in pain and stumbled back, you kicked his backwards and into the rocky-walls

"You scratched my paint and stabbed me! What is wrong with you?!"

⚕️ Ratchet walked over and grabbed the tube full of synthetic energon, making the 'Con and you look at him with either anger of confusion

"What are going to do? Drink it?" He yelled.

"No. I'm going to destroy it."

⚕️ Throwing the energon next to the 'Con, you smirked. Now that was the mech you loved

"You idiot! Megatron will have my head!" Knockout exclaimed, making you snort in amusement.

"How fortunate for me." You said.

⚕️ Knockout then drove off as the rest of the team arrived, and that was when you heard Ratchet fall behind you. And when you turned around and looked at him, you saw he had a massive wound in his chest and it was letting out a lot of energon, and fast...

»–•–«

⚕️ Optimus walked away from Ratchet, whom was awakening from a stasis-nap, and nodded to you as you laid down a few more cubes of the energon down

⚕️ You walked up to him and sighed, gripping his servo in your own, which made him groan and attempt sitting up. And, as the only clearly-thinking one in that duo, you pushed him back down, telling him to stay

"Y/N... I need to say something."

"If it's an apology, it's not needed, Ratchet."

"No, you need it. I- I was being a jerk-"

"No. You were being the you I fell for back then. But the thing is... I don't want that mech anymore. I want the one that I've aged with."

⚕️ Smiling down at him, Ratchet chuckled before groaning in pain once more. You rolled your optics and leaned down, laying your head down on his, which made him close his optics and sign gently

"Don't ever change yourself again, Ratchet."

"As long as you don't do it either." He teased.

"I promise."

[signedaiko]

Hi do you mind if I please request a oneshot where tfp Wheeljack thinks that the human reader is uptight and just no fun, but that's only because she goes adult mode around the kids especially in dangerous situations, but she's actually a total nerd and very chaotic. And he develops a crush on her.

Seasons Changing

Wheeljack X Reader [Prime]

In which Wheeljack finds you're just like every other strict bot, until he gets you alone.

Song - September by Sparky Deathcap

Reader is: Female | Cybertronian | Autobot. Romantic.

Hidden beneath the crumbling red rocks of Jasper, Nevada, a bot that'd spent the last few decades racing across space as the war came to a dwindling and depressing close found himself bunkered in with a conglomerate of Autobots. 

Some he knew well, some he'd never heard of. 

"Wheeljack! Watch where you're stepping!" Once again, you'd turned from your datapad that had your servos practically dented into it from many months of use just to nag at him. 

Another Autobot gone soft; all you did now was read Earth fiction, old Cybertronian articles, and tell him off since he'd landed here. 

"Yeah, yeah, the kids aren't stupid. They can dodge, too." He groaned under his breath before sitting down away from the kids, resulting in a whine from Miko, who'd been trying to teach him to play some rock on her new guitar. 

"Kids shouldn't be dodging anything; they're kids." You corrected him before setting your datapad down in between the two of you to get up. 

Wheeljack glanced down to catch a glimpse of whatever you were reading, finding some pre-war article on quantum engine engineering. He never got how someone so annoying could be interested in cool things. 

Ushering the humans back onto their elevated space so they wouldn't be in danger of moving mechs, you took the chance to apologize to Miko for interrupting her lessons. 

Normally Wheeljack would be out for a mission, but the boss insisted he stay back with you in case you were needed elsewhere. 

Ratchet was also busy working on one of their larger projects: expanding the range of the ground bridge. It meant they needed someone to distract the kids and watch them as much as possible, and so the two of you were left alone. 

Well, as alone as you can be with a bunch of teens and Ratchet. 

"Hey! You and Wheeljack still at base?" Arcee's voice broke in through static, likely interference from the base, lighting up your comms. 

"We are. Need something?" You pressed a servo to the side of your helm to respond, standing up to alert Ratchet you may need to use the groundbridge. 

"We found some locations worth investigating. Our team is splitting into two, but we need you and Wheeljack at the third. Prepare for anything." Your comm beeped, informing you of some coordinates, just as she hung up. Somewhere in the snowy mountains of Northwest Territories, Canada. 

"Looks like we're needed elsewhere, Wheeljack. Let's get going." You turned to wave him over, which resulted in him getting up with a groan. You couldn't think of the last time you saw him do anything but frown. 

With a few digits punched into the machine and Ratchet calculating the rest, the green and purple swirls of the ground bridge ignited into a vortex, which you led the way through. 

Your temperature indicator quickly dropped by the double digits, from 35C to -20C in a matter of a few minutes. As cold as you remembered space being, you'd been subjected to such a warm environment for so long that it took a while to adjust. 

Wheeljack, on the other hand, had only been in Jasper so long and immediately pushed past you into the several feet of snow, nothing but tall pines and thick brush surrounding the two of you. Any trees had their branches thick with ice and snow, making them look as pure white as the rest of the landscape. 

It was so quiet you could hear your own spark pulse. 

"There should be a strong energon signal somewhere around here. We're looking for some kind of mine." Wheeljack had already pulled out the signal detector while you slowly warmed your engines up, hot steam escaping your mouth in an exhale. 

"Yeah, I'm picking up a few right now. Looks like they'd even defend a place as desolate as this." Wheeljack turned the reader off so no one would pick up on its signal either. 

If there was defence, the longer you were out here, the longer they'd have to notice your trace energies. 

"What are we waiting for? Let's break in!" Much to Wheeljack's surprise, you ran ahead of him, sword in hand, as you sliced through branches to clear a path. 

"Whoa! Wait up! What are you doing?" Wheeljack yelled out after you as you charged ahead in the direction of the signals, watching as you broke into a con-made clearing where two Vehicons guarded the entrance to a dugout cave. 

In a moment, you were on top of one with your sword, plunging it into their chassis. 

Wheeljack had no choice but to engage as the other one aimed in your direction, slicing its gun in half, which resulted in the explosion blowing its arm apart. You were already off the Vehicon and running into the cave, which forced him to kick the vehicon he was attacking down and slice its helm off in one swift sweep. 

His mask engaged, covering his mouth as he chased you into the cave, muttering under his breath. Just a moment ago you were as calm as ever, and now you were running ahead of him with no regard for the dangers.

This was when Wheeljack didn't do the buddy system; bots are just too complicated. 

When he caught up to you, you were in the main chasm of the dugout hole, surrounded by stashes of energon, though they varied in colour from mostly green to blue. 

More vehicons, which appeared to be working, turned to the two of you, and before he could react, you were already running at the two closest to you. 

The wrecker had worked with many before, but not many that'd throw themselves into a fight as casually as you did. Even as he bashed two vehicons helms together while making a sword swallowing act out of the third, his optics kept glancing your way. 

If he didn't know any better, he'd say you were a wrecker at some point, too. 

With your combined efforts, you were able to pile the vehicons into a corner and tie them together with some chains, left to the cave on your own. 

"Arcee, we're all wrapped up here. What do we do?" 

It took a couple of minutes before you got a reply, which Wheeljack spent looting the corpses for anything good. 

"Jeez, already? You two comm Ratchet and get as much energon back to base as you can; we'll see you there in a bit." 

Looking to Wheeljack, you pointed to the blue crates of energon, which he offered a thumbs up to. With his mask retracted, you could see his frown was a lot closer to a smile, which was the first of its kind. 

You were able to contact Ratchet, who opened up a ground bridge for the two of you, and Wheeljack got to lugging through crates while you took to collapsing in the cave entrance. 

You wouldn't want humans to find any evidence of this or for the wildlife to interact with the toxic substances in the crates. 

As you two grabbed the last few crates, Wheeljack stopped you before you went back to base for good. 

"Hey, what was up with all of that?" He gestured with his helm back to the pile of vehicons, to which you shrugged. 

"I mean, why act out like that? Aren't you supposed to be Miss-Don't-Do-That or Miss-Wheeljack-Stop-Screwing-Around?" You took a moment to consider what he was referencing before laughing in realization. 

"Oh god, that's right! You've only seen me at base!" He only stared at you with narrow optics, which eventually softened; he'd come to like that laugh. 

"No, Wheeljack, this is me. I just really want the kid to know they're safe. Can you imagine how scared they are, surrounded by a big wad of sentient metal as a small, fragile organism?" 

Thinking about Miko, Raf, and Jack had you worrying again, and you pushed forward to the portal. 

"If you want to know more, you'll have to stop begging to go on missions alone." You disappeared into the swirling lights, leaving Wheeljack on his own in the cave. 

"Yeah, right." The mech mumbled under his breath. He could take this crate of energon, get on his ship, and leave anytime he wanted; no femme was going to change that. 

Yet, he found himself chasing you through the portal, without a second thought.

Author's Note - I tried so hard on this you don't even want to know! I hope its what you were looking for <3

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