#transformers X reader

[jadeyuuzi]

Maybe it's just a little prank?

Tfp optimus x cybertronian! reader

I found that depicting y/n's appearance in third person is unavoidable, so I thought of a way—what if I only outline some lines? Like leaving some space for imagination! So I decided to take this direction for a new attempt, not sure how you all feel about it?

The reason I drew this is that when I was replaying tfp, I found Optimus neck to be simply beautiful…! (Although I struggled a lot while drawing and it went through quite a bit of post-processing, I can say that the post-processing improved my skills😂), so let's do something about his neck…😎

( I used a translator, and I hope there are no misunderstandings.

[revelboo]

Great monarch Revelboo if I ask you nicely could you please assign me a mech to cuddle 🥰 I can’t decide who I would want to cuddle with the most! Which mechs would enjoy it the most and which would enjoy it but refuse to admit it? ty ty you are the best 👑

Ahh! Love this 💕

Cuddle Time Headcanons

ES Wheeljack

- tries his hardest to convince you that you don’t actually want to cuddle with him. Painfully awkward guy, but he just gives up and allows it if you insist. Secretly loves it even if he’s embarassed

• Optics wide, he freezes when you just climb up into his lap and sit down. Like you belong there. And then you’re leaning into him and he hears Elita and Optimus make noises that sound suspiciously like badly suppressed laughter. Surely you’d rather sit with someone else? No? Embarrassed enough even before you lean into him with a happy little sigh. Venting softly, he loosely drapes a hand against you, freezing when you latch onto a servo and snuggle against his palm. Apparently no one wants to help him and he has no idea why you’ve latched onto him. Chosen him as your protector and safe spot. And okay, maybe it makes warmth spread through him, makes him want to protect you. But they’re all still staring at him and not even hiding that they think it’s funny. They have to realize he’s not cut out for this.

Bluestreak

- aware that he can be clingy, but if you encourage or just don’t tell him to stop, he just wants to cuddle with you.

• Servos flexing because you’d gone to sleep curled in your nest of blankets while he’d been out too late. And knows he shouldn’t disturb you when you look so relaxed, but still slides his servos under you. Hears the soft, sleepy sound you make, head lifting before you realize it’s him and relax in his hands. Lying down curled on his side, he cuddles you up against his chassis and folds his door wings out behind him. Cups a hand against you, chin tucked against his chassis and legs drawn up until he’s curled around you as much as he can. Letting the warmth of you keep the nightmares at bay.

Swerve

- if you give him permission to cuddle or just seek out his body heat, he’s all for it. But the narrative in his head is probably that you’re deeply, madly in love with him, not just cold

• Startling when you drape yourself against him, eyes closed and making a pitiful little noise of misery, he mass shifts for you, arms open wide. “Cold again?” He asks, feeling almost guilty that he’d been cutting down the temperature in his habsuite on purpose just so you’d curl up against him. And you just sprawl in his arms, letting him wrap himself around you. “I’ll file a complaint with Mags, let him know there’s something wrong with the heat again,” he lies, resting his chin on top of your head. And it’s just a little, bitty lie. You understand, right? Getting used to the pulse of his spark just like he’s used to the beat of your heart. And pretending you’re his, that you want to be in his arms. That you know you belong right here.

Jazz

- wants you to read one of your smutty books to him, promising he’ll behave while you sprawl on top of him

• “Hand,” you mutter as he drapes a hand over you, one servo on your butt. “Jazz.” And his crooked grin is completely unapologetic. Even if he’d promised to behave. Huffing, you flip open the book to the page you’d folded the corner of the night before. You swear he likes these cheesy romance novels more than you do as you begin to read to him, relaxing with the feel of his warmth against you, sprawled on him.

Hound

- wants to share with you the vast, green world outside the Ark. To curl up with you by a lake and relax

• “Oh.” The area’s heavily wooded, sun lancing through the leaves to dapple the mass shifted mech in gold as you look from him to the calm lake. Realizing that he’s sharing this with you, something that matters to him and his arms come around you, tugging you back into his frame. And you relax, feeling the heat of the sun and warmth of the mech at your back. “It’s beautiful.” Playing with his servos as his chin rests on top of your head.

TFA Bulkhead

- big, awkward guy. Lets you sprawl on top of him, a big hand draped over you as you both watch TV and whisper (and Sari and Bee both complain)

• Laughing as he slowly goes over backwards and you end up sprawled on top of him, he drapes a big hand over you, head back to watch the TV upside down. Laying your chin on him as a big servo runs between your shoulder blades, you can hear Sari and Bee’s loud ‘ewww’ at you both. It’s not like you’re making out, but they’re carrying on like you are and you reach to touch Bulkhead’s chin. Relaxed and comfortable where you are.

Armada Starscream

- wouldn’t admit that he needs the feel of you, your scent and warmth against him to be able to recharge. If you want to cuddle up against him, he allows it. Won’t ask for it even though a part of him loves it

• Venting he doesn’t resist when you and the mini-cons all sprawl on him. There’s no fighting it at this point, acting as your bed. Suspects you’re only after his warmth, but he doesn’t really mind having you there. Recharges better knowing where you are, feeling your heart beating against him. Because this is as close to home and family as he’s had in forever. Wants to protect this feeling, to hold onto it.

[3ic95id864pg]

No...don't make me have a crush on him

[hangisk]

I wouldn't call this the final result, but I'm running out of imagination

Bro can't draw cute art 💀

[transformers-spike]

Don’t know if you’ve answered this before or not but do you think there’s any bots that are into boobs. Yeah I know some might be into organic valves, but what about boobs? Do you think they’d have some sort of a fascination? Like not just the softness but the fact that our boobs have nipples- something they haven’t seen on their fellow Cybertronians. Maybe a mix of curiosity and fascination. I can def see it becoming some sort of a fetish for some. Can’t stop thinking about it.

Oh boy - I had to call in my resident tiddie enjoyer for this. It's @drunkeninlovesailor - she's got a lot more to say on boobs than I do

"What a magnificent ask OP. As a fellow boob haver and appreciator, this sounds like the perfect job for me.

Now, among cybertronians, chassis structure can vary, which is why they aren't particularly weirded out by the fact that some of us humans have more prominent chests than others, but they will find it fascinating to understand how that difference comes to be. The medics especially, like Ratchet and especially Knock Out, will want to look deeper into the anatomical structure and of course, their fascination also comes from a place of scientific curiosity.

But do explain to them what they are and why they are so. Ratchet will be incredibly fascinated by the fact us humans possess natural means to provide nourishment for our young, to further tie in how humans are a marvel in terms of reproduction. KO will certainly be more fascinated by the reason behind their softness and alluring appearance, and he perks up weirdly at the mention that they are associated with sex appeal.

I don't think there are any bots who won't like the boobies. Of course, some bots like Starscream could bitch about the fact they get in the way, but I mean, look at elements like Breakdown and Shockwave. If they can brawl. So can you. Forget anything the pretentious chicken is saying.

Anyway, do let your bot SO feel your boobies, they'll be enamored with them. If the human body is already soft, breasts are the softest thing they could hold. And the skin itself is softer, too.

They are indeed fascinated by the fact your chest seems to respond to external stimuli much like the rest of your body. Every faint touch elicit a response - even better, your chest area seems to be more sensitive than other parts of you, especially the nipple area, whose sensitivity is comparable to that of genitalia. Wait until you mention that boobies are considered private parts. They'll first shrivel up at having touched a personal part of you so lightly (unless you are KO or Shockwave, those mechs have no shame. Other bots like Dreadwing will apologize a million times for breaching your personal space), then they'll be blushing at the fact you decided to show them anyway.

They marvel at the way your skin gets goosebumps and your nipples change conformation, too. If you happen to have a generous amount of chest area, they'll love how squishy it is. Please, hold them while they're in mass displaced form, they have never felt such softness in their lives."

[radioactiverats]

Mentor Starscream x seeker!reader (8/?)

WARNING: Graphic violence

A mission goes wrong - instead of punishing Starscream as expected, Megatron finds a different way to get under his skin - making Starscream watch as he beats you up instead.

Haha I lied I guess drunk shenanigans was what I needed to turn the writing tap back on... so here is some angst (!!)

WARNING: Graphic violence

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The mission was an abject failure.

Gritting his denta, Starscream knows he'll be punished as he stiffly delivers the report to Megatron. At least you're safe in his habsuite - as horrible as it is, you know the drill by now. Not that he likes subjecting you to constant emergency first aid, but at least he can be the one to tank Megatron's wrath.

Helm bowed, on his knees, he braces for the blows to his frame - or would it be Megatron's cannon this time? No pain comes, though - what he doesn't expect is Megatron's silky laughter, which is somehow even worse.

"Oh no, Starscream. You think that you can offer your frame up for punishment and it'll be enough to atone? I think not."

Starscream's optics narrow as he works through what Megatron means. Surely - surely not.

But the cruel smile that warps Megatron's faceplate only grows wider as the increasingly cacophonous sounds of a struggle approach the bridge. Place forgotten, Starscream shoots to his pedes in horror as you are shoved through the doorway, furiously trying to break free from the grip of several low-ranking lackeys.

"Lord Megatron," Starscream says, fighting to keep the tremble of rage from distorting his vocaliser. "you can't. They're barely more than a youngling - "

"It doesn't matter to me what they are," Megatron snarls. His blood red optics flash, a cruel grin splitting his faceplate as he rises from his throne. "All I need to know is that you care."

Starscream lunges forward at the same time you're shoved aggressively before Megatron. However, he's immediately restrained by a flash of blue and purple - Soundwave and Shockwave.

"Starscream: Necessary to the Decepticon cause," Soundwave intones. "Recently: Has been distracted. Reason: Young charge. Conclusion: Going soft."

"I'll show your cassettes soft!" Starscream screeches, thrashing in their grip.

"Cassettes: Aid Soundwave."

Optics wide, you force yourself to face the looming shadow above you.

"Tell me, little one," Megatron purrs, silky smooth. "What have you contributed to the Decepticon cause?"

The fear you feel comes from the knowledge that there's no right answer. Megatron doesn't want to hear that you've been in every battle since Starscream joined the Decepticons, doesn't want to hear that you were the one to patch up his SIC - even if he's probably figured it out. He just wants to hurt Starscream. You steal a quick glance at your commander, unable to maintain his facade with you in imminent danger - wild-eyed and feral in his desperation to reach you because he hadn't anticipated that Megatron's cruelty could reach such lengths, and now you were going to pay the price.

"Nothing?"

His voice slithers into your audials like venomous snakes, infecting your processor with doubt. It's a terrible time to be reminded of your guilt for being unable to help Starscream more - but the slump of your shoulders is what Megatron was gunning for. His optics harden, cold as ice and sharp as flint. You wonder how Orion Pax felt seeing the shift of his optics into something unrecognizable, something monstrous.

"Then, for the good of our cause, I have no reason to withhold from eliminating a drain on our resources," Megatron snarls.

The first blow sends you reeling back, the ringing in your audials reverberating with Starscream's cry. You have no time to recover - another strike to your chassis, a vicious swipe aimed at soft mesh. You stand no chance against the former feared gladiator of Kaon, and everybody knows it. The searing pain has you gasping, servos pressed to the gash in your side - energon, hot and sticky, flows freely over your plates. Megatron circles you lazily, looking vaguely bored.

"Pathetic. Where's the fight in you? It seems that Starscream's training leaves much to be desired."

Okay. Now that you won't accept. Not after everything Starscream has risked for you. You grit your denta and glare at Megatron. If you're destined to meet Primus today, you're not going down without a fight. This, however, seems to please him, because his disgusted expression shifts into one of malicious glee, optics glinting with barely contained bloodlust. "That's more like it," He growls, laughing as you lunge at him with a cry - he easily swats you aside. Scrambling off the floor, you take stock of your enemy - Megatron is twice your size and fully armoured - built, quite literally, like a tank. The only advantage you have over him is flight, and now is not the time to think about fighting fair.

Gathering your energy, you shoot upwards, towards him. He definitely wasn't expecting that - miraculously, you manage to land a kick to his helm. Your efforts barely put a dent in his armour, but in a crazed way, Megatron seems pleased.

His grin is feral as he stalks towards you. "Commendable, little seeker," He says, leering at you. "If you survive this, I will spare you."

You barely manage to dodge his servo as it comes down, but that's where your luck runs out. Already anticipating your move, Megatron grabs your leg as you jet upwards and slams you into the ground. Warnings explode on your HUD - your mechanisms are going haywire, and the impact had shaken something out of place. Your frame radiates pain, pain, pain, but still, you try to drag yourself away - and cry out as Megatron grabs you by a wing.

The snap of plates is an awful, awful sound. That's all you can think of before agonizing pain explodes in your wing, arcing like lightning down your spinal strut. Mechanisms creak, wires snap a little too easily under Megatron's unforgiving servos - you thrash under his pede, frame completely overtaken by agony. Distantly, you hear Starscream's roar of rage, but it's not enough to drown out the screaming spit of static that overtakes your voice.

Heavy blows rain down on your frame, unceasing. Your plates may as well be made from aluminum under Megatron's fists, denting at immediate contact. There's no escape - you flinch away from a punch only to meet claws that shred your plates open like paper. At this point, you can barely see through the energon that stains your frame and drips into your optics. The growing pool of energon beneath your pedes and the sluggishness of your processor tells you that you're losing power fast. Any way you move, there's no escaping the agony the wracks your frame, searing, burning - rushing like liquid fire through your lines, rushing from torn wires to hotly sear over your plates. Worst is the pain in your wing - you're distantly aware that it's broken, hanging by a few remaining wires whose only purpose seems to be ferrying pain to your frame. Horror wracks your frame as you consider that you may never fly again and suddenly, survival seems to be the worst punishment of all.

Your sob for Starscream is the last straw. Baring his denta in a snarl, he activates his thrusters to wrench himself away from Soundwave and Shockwave, throwing himself in front of your broken frame just as Megatron pulls his fist back for the final blow.

"Enough," Starscream hisses, savagely.

For a nanoklik, all is still.

Unexpectedly, Megatron steps back. "Interesting," He drawls, and turns away as if disinterested by the entire affair, completely undisturbed by the explosion of energon that now covers the bridge. "A promise is a promise. Take them to Knockout."

"What if I never fly again?" You sob.

Starscream looks down at your broken frame, snapped wing and shattered cockpit, and for a nanoklik has absolutely no idea how to lift you up without increasing your agony. There's no avoiding it, but you are not granted the mercy of passing out when he does lift you up, a screech of static garbling your vocaliser when you sob at the pain in your wing. "Shhh," Starscream murmurs, his steps frantic as he storms off the bridge. "It's all right now, we'll get you fixed up - "

You know he's desperately trying to rein in his EM field so as not to scare you further, but you can dimly feel the abject panic that vibrates through his plates where he's holding you close. You make the mistake of looking into his optics - Starscream is just as terrified. You've never seen him this panicked, not even when you cracked your faceplate open. Dread wracks your frame at the realization of how bad it must be.

"You will," Starscream says fiercely. "You will fly - I will not accept any other outcome."

By some small mercy, you've slipped into stasis by the time he bursts into Knockout's med bay. Knockout looks uncharacteristically grim - all his tools are laid out, clearly having been warned of your arrival.

His intake flattens into a hard line when he sees the state of your wing. Starscream must have seen it, because his EM field immediately spikes.

"I don't care what you do," Starscream growls. "But that wing must be restored."

"I can rejoin it," Knockout says, sombre. "But I cannot guarantee full use of the wing afterwards, because there's no telling whether the severed sensory nets will reactivate."

Starscream snarls in disgust, his own wings trembling. Before his white-knuckled grip can dent the medical berth, Knockout speaks again, thoughtful but hesitant.

"The other option would be a wing replacement. The success rate is high, but I'm sure you know what the major obstacle to that is."

It barely takes a nanoklik for Starscream to come to a decision. "I will see to it," He says curtly. "I expect you not to question my methods."

Knockout ex-vents. "I'd better get started before they come online," is all he says. "You'd better go."

Starscream nods, expression stony as he pivots to depart the med bay. Rage crackles through his lines, propelling him upwards as he takes to the air. He'd grievously misjudged Megatron, and you had paid the price. Something had changed - the look in the warlord's eyes had been crazed, blinded by bloodlust. Gone was logic and reason. Mindless cruelty had taken its place.

"Megatron is not fit to lead," Starscream whispered grimly to himself. Something had to give.

Megatron is not fit to lead.

And if he had to be the one to incite change... then so be it.

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“If you feel nothing, then why are you shaking?” Cry with me over @xarologys art <3 all the feels :,)

[spicycolours]

Ahem 🥹🎀

HEYYYY IM THE GIRL FROM THE COMMENT SECTION OF YOUR ORION AND D-16 AND THEIR SUPERIOR FIC!!! i just wanted to let you know it was adorable and that if it’s alright with you i would love to see a part two! 💕💕💕

🩷"INFATUATED"🩷

orion pax x femme + superior! reader x d-16 - part 2

warnings: MAJOR transformers one spoilers, sentinel prime likes the reader too HELP, my cutie patootie oc being mentioned once, darkwing being darkwing electric boogaloo, cheesy stuff once again

summary: takes place during the iacon 5000, and a bit of the aftermath that follows. orion's crush is still very obvious and d-16 is warming up to you.

a/n: SO MANY NOTES ON PART 1?? TYSM EVERYONE 💗💗💗💗 and also a round of applause to this lovely requester here sending the ask that motivated me to make a part 2 :3 sorry it took so long i was busy with art commissions and writing my dark deception fic :( hopefully this will live up to the expectations of the 30 ppl that sent me in inbox to make a part 2 !! if you guys want a part 3 with even more stuff, lemme know in the inbox! it would be kinda fun to make a mini series with this idea for the whole movie !! ENJOY !!!

word count: 1740

proofread: minimal (lemme know if there's any errors!!)

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somehow, you managed to gain one of the best spots in iacon to watch the race take place.

well, it was easy to know why.

sentinel prime himself considered you as one of ‘his closest friend’, so he reserved a special seat just for you: right next to him.

best seat in the house.

it was a very overwhelming experience overall, with cameras all pointed towards you and THE sentinel prime, the fact that you were simply next to the savior of iacon, the slight confusion you had for what you and sentinel were. i mean, you only spoke to him professionally, and those were rare occasions. surely, he met thousands of new bots everyday, yet he remembered you of all bots. 

but all of that couldn’t compare to the dread that took over your entire body as soon as you heard sentinel utter the following:

“i’m sorry- are those miners in the race?” the two of you turned around to the giant screen to see that, indeed, there were cogless bots participating in the race.

and not just any cogless bots, bots from your sector!

and not just bots from your sector, it was those two charming bots orion pax and d-16!

your optics widened at the revelation, on the point of transforming to go and stop them before they get damaged beyond repair but sentinel held you back.

“hey- hey, what are you doing??” he mumbled, looking back at the cameras every few seconds to make sure they weren’t focused on him.

“those are workers from my sector!! i-i know them, i have to sto-”

“come on, (y/n), relax! they’ll be fine! besides, think of the inspirational boost it’ll give the other miners if they do win. they’ll be delighted.” he tried coaxing you into relaxing, going so far as to gently rub your shoulder in an attempt at comforting you but you had none of it.

“this is a first in iacon 5000 history!”

“oh primus, please, please, please keep them alive!,,,”

“how are they going to survive?”

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eventually, the cameras couldn’t pick up feed on the tunnel that the majority of the racers, including orion and d-16, were in. the thought of finding them crushed or in worse condition sickened you. with a trembling hand, you quickly gripped onto sentinel’s, who couldn’t help but look smug at your reaction.

“they’ll be okay,,, right?!” you asked him and the prime sighed.

“don’t worry. if they end up hurt, we’ll just send them to medbay-”

“i don’t believe it! the miners take down darkwing!”

the crowd went wild at the display, somehow getting louder than it already was. the femme and the prime watched in astonishment as the miners went from last place to third place in such a short amount of time. 

well, now you knew that darkwing was going to complain about that to you for the rest of the work cycle.

you let go of the blue and golden bot’s hand (much to his very visible disappointment) to place it over your mouth. your optics shined in absolute amazement, watching the main screen showing orion and d-16 looking more and more hopeful. 

“OHH, MINERS!” darkwing literally roared at them, his fists clenching in total anger. 

“great effort, darkwing!” orion attempted to cheer on darkwing for his efforts, but deep down, he knew once this was over, he and his companion were royally fucked.

“t-that worked! it actually worked! you think (y/n) saw all that?!” d-16 beamed, getting more and more excited at the thought of you watching them- watching him win the race.

“i’m sure she’s watching! she’ll be so proud of us!”

after passing the magnetic obstacle course tunnel (much to your relief, poor bots would have been crushed beyond repair), you felt like your body couldn’t handle all the amount of excitement, especially with the announcer going:

“a four-bot pile-up in the magnetic tunnel and the two miners are now in first position! this is UNBELIEVABLE!”

the speechless prime turned around, facing the finish line, pulling you alongside to observe. 

from the corner of his optic, he watched your reactions with envy. you never reacted that way whenever he showed up to your office unprompted.

were those two cog-less bots really that important when he’s here?

however, his train of thoughts was interrupted as a shattered piece from a nearly crushed racer hit d-16 from behind, making the grey bot trip and fracture his leg. you gasped at the outcome, praying they were still close enough to make it.

orion reached for d-16, pulling him up and slinging him onto his back, slowly making his way to the finish line. 

everyone was losing it, including sentinel, who was on the edge of his seat. will they make it in time? 

even the announcer seemed to be overly excited!

orion quickly looked up to your radiant face, feeling another rush of energy flow through him simply by seeing your wonderstruck expression. by the allspark, you looked glorious with all the different lights shining onto your armour.

“one miner is now carrying the other, mere steps from the finish line in the most amazing, sensational, dramatic, heart-rending, exciting, thrilling finish in the history of-”

and all of a sudden, all of it was cut short as a white and cyan mech ran into the smaller bots, knocking them back down. the mech transformers and slid across the finish line, throwing her fists in the air.

“WE HAVE A WINNERRR!! CHROMIA COMES FROM BEHIND TO TAKE THE PRIZE! talk about an iacon 5000 for the ages!”

your excitement died down. sure, you were happy for chromia, she won fair and square, but,,,

you sighed as you watched every other surviving racer fly past the two miners, still trying to see the small mechs as sentinel let out a chuckle, dragging you away with him to congratulate the winner.

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“mmh, they should be right here, miss.”

“thank you, mekastat.”

the pale red and pink bot nodded at you with a courteous smile, walking away from the medbay you were informed that orion and d-16 were in. you let out a long sigh, clearing your throat and before you could knock at the door, you managed to overhear the ongoing conversation.

“we are SO screwed!” you could distinguish d-16’s frustrated voice through the commotion, followed by orion’s more gentle tone:

“i thought you weren’t talking to me,,,”

“hey, look, i know it's all a big joke to you, but not me! i was paying my dues. i was going places and now they're going to bust me down- i don't even know how many tiers-”

“d, i’m sorry-”

“A-AND NOT JUST THAT! SHE SAW IT ALL HAPPEN! SHE,,, she saw everything.” she? no, that doesn’t matter. your curiosity will be your downfall.

with a quick knock, their conversation was cut short as you quietly walked in. orion immediately sat up straight, his optics wide open. a blush (that you assumed was out of embarrassment) decorated his face. d-16, however, didn’t even look you in the eye, his head hunched over in shame.

“hi.”

they waited for any form of reprimand from you, but since you simply stared back at them as to wait for them to speak, orion decided to be the first to break the ice.

“,,, i’m so sorry, (y/n), i was the one to s-suggest the idea of us participating. demote me but not d-16, i practically dragged him along into this.” d-16 turned his head just a little bit at his friend, the tension in his yellow optics leaving just a tad bit.

you thought for a while, looking away and missed the way that even in such a situation where you were supposed to, yes, reprimand them, orion looked up at you like you hung the moon and the stars combined. even in the poor lighting the room had, your armour still shined in a hypnotizing way. at least, in orion’s eyes.

“i should punish you for breaking protocol like this.”

“we know,,,” “but.” you got down on your knees, still towering over the miners, and with a small and gracious smile, you said: “i won’t. besides, even if you lost, that was still the coolest thing i’ve ever seen.”

hearing that made d-16’s helm rise back up to stare at you with a bewildered expression, matching his friend. 

“really??”

you then let out a small giggle and gave them a bigger smile, which totally didn’t make the two smaller bots swoon. “it was amazing! you were both so fast, and you managed to take down darkwing?? he’s never going to hear the end of it! do you know how long he’s been training for this day and he was beaten by you two, who never trained for this type of action?!”

they’ve never seen you this excited, just the sight made up for the fact that they had lost and possibly humiliated themselves to millions of cybertronians. 

“if anything, if sentinel doesn’t end up giving you guys a prize for making it this far, i’d think he’d be wasting an opportunity to celebrate true racers!” 

“oh- wait! sentinel! what’s he going to do with us??” asked d-16, nearly getting up from the table, stress once more filling his processors. 

your excitement died down at the mention of his name. oh, right. him.

“um, i could try to convince him to not do anything drastic! he considers me a friend of his, apparently.”

“that won’t be necessary.” another femme’s voice droned out, one that you immediately recognized. 

“i’ll take it from here, (y/n). head back to your post.” airachnid ordered, stepping aside for you to leave. you turned your helm to the miners and waved goodbye, still watching them as you walked away until they were no longer in sight.

as you were about to leave the building, you bumped into darkwing, who despite not having visible facial features, you could tell with the way he was walking that he was still absolutely infuriated.

“darkwing,,,?” you asked and in response, he swiftly turned around, grabbed you by the shoulders and screamed:

“I JUST WANT YOU TO KNOW THAT YOU ARE A VERY BEAUTIFUL AND VALUED BOT IN MY LIFE.” and so he power walked into the hospital, leaving you utterly confused.

,,,

what.

wait why was he going in the hospital?

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[xarology]

Mandatory @radioactiverats fic drawing… not an actual quote but I saw that line on Twitter and thought “yeah that’s so them”

[tinydefector]

Marine Centre 12- merformers AU

Word count 3.3k

Warnings: slight talk of reproduction, injuries

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The loud calls from the ocean had many of the mers excited and calling back, it was the migrating pods, excitement filled everyone as they swam. Windblade was swift towards Chromia who is very clearly pregnant, pulling her mate into a hug, her fins flared with joy. "Chromia! Look at you  radiant as ever, I've missed you so much. And the little one, they have survived oh how they've grown!" Windblade trills, her webbed hands gently caressing Chromia's swollen abdomen.

Chromia clicks and warbles happily, nuzzling against her mate. "Yes, the tides have been kind. Soon, we will welcome a new pup into our pod." Ironhide isn't far behind pulling Chromia into a hug too, excited to see her just as much as Windblade was. “We have misses you, sorry we couldn't follow the pod” 

Kup gave a small nod to Rodimus, drifting alongside the arriving pods, his fins flicking in greeting. the younger mech's called out eagerly just happy to see the older mer. "Steady, lad. No need to get yourself all worked up." Kup's gruff voice carries a note of fond amusement. "The migration's been good to us."

Ultra Magnus drifted slowly with many of the others. Making sure the smaller members of the pod could use the wading of his frame to swim closer so that they didn't waste as much energy.  He keeps a watchful eye on the younger Oceanides.

The migration has brought a surge of energy and life to the shores. Oceanides from near and far converge, their trills and clicks filling the water with the song of renewal. Full excitement takes over as Soundwave checks on Tarn excited to see his youngling who had grown so much over the years. 

Tarn calls out slowly but lets his carrier check him. " The hunting has been good, and the tides they've been kind to our pod." He explains just enjoying being back with his own small group of mers. Soundwave rumbles softly, his large fins gently caressing Tarn's frame. "I'm glad. You have grown." Tarn preens under his carrier's praise. 

Starscream mingled with the other flying fish mers seeing their own now adult pups. As he and Sunstreaker fussed over Sunstorm. "My youngling, look at you! Primus, you've grown so much. Look at you! And those fins - simply magnificent. You're going to have the whole pod chasing after you, you know." Starscream preens Sunstorm's scales with quick, deft movements.

Sunstreaker swims up, his field brimming with affection. "Leave the poor thing alone, Screamer. Let him breathe!" He nudges Starscream playfully, earning an indignant huff from the older mech. Sunstorm chirps happily, nuzzling between his sires. "I've missed you both so much. The pods have stuck together, we have had minimal losses, the ocean has been kind to us this time."

Starscream's field softens, his sharp edges melting away. "Yes, yes, we're all very proud of you. Now, have you been keeping an eye on any potential mates?" The three fall into a familiar, playful banter, the migration's excitement had nearly the whole beach swarming with Oceanides.

Elita swims proudly as she sees the pods, but her eyes land on Optimus who is back away from the group with Bumblebee clinging tightly to him in worry, the yearling pup's eyes darted around anxiously. Relief washes over Elita the moment she sees Optimus and Bumblebee, knowing that he had survived, the little pup that so many had been worried about had survived and he looked healthier than ever. But concern fills her when she doesn't see Bumblebee's carrier. 

 "Where's the carrier?" He mumbles softly, not upset but just a little grumpy at not having his human carrier while everyone greets the migration. Bumblebee seems much stronger than the very sickly pup that everyone feared for after his carrier's demise. 

Elita swims up to Optimus, she was so relieved to see them. "Optimus! It's been too long. And little Bumblebee, look at you, all grown up!" The young pup clings tightly to Optimus, his eyes darting about nervously. "Where's Bubba? I want Bubba."

Optimus rumbles soothingly, his large frame shielding the youngling. "Easy, Bumblebee. Your Bubba is safe, I promise. They will be here soon." He explains to his pup, but a soft smile breaks across his face seeing Elita. “It has been a long orn my friend,” he says while pulling her into a gentle hug. Both their fins flicking in greeting. 

Elita's brows furrow in worry. " Has something happened? And where is...?" She trails off, the unspoken question hanging between them. Optimus's eyes drop with a deep, profound grief. "...she's gone. The tides were unkind, and I..." His voice wavers, the pain still raw after all this time.

Bumblebee's eyes go wide, sensing his sire's distress. Elita surges forward, enveloping Optimus in a tight embrace. "Oh, Optimus. I'm so sorry. I had no idea..." "It's been difficult," Optimus murmurs, his frame trembling slightly. "But the humans  they've been a blessing. They've cared for Bumblebee as their own. They are the only reason he lives"

Elita's eyes widen in surprise. "A human? Caring for one of our young?" She glances over to where Bumblebee clings to Optimus, the pup's chittering and looking to the sore as if trying to find something. "It's a long story," Optimus admits. "But the human has become part of our pod. Bumblebee sees them as his carrier."

Alita nods slowly, she hadn't expected that, of all things a human had taken Bumblebee in as their own, it was almost unheard of. "I see. Forgive me, just a lot to take in. I'm just glad your pup survived,  I know how erratic you were when he was born " She offers the pup a gentle smile, her webbed hand reaching out to affectionately ruffle his fins. “I'm so happy to see you sweet little bee” 

Bumblebee leans into the touch, some of the tension easing from his small frame. Optimus's shoulders visibly relax. The migration celebration continues around them. Arcee swims up her fins, flicking excitedly. "Elita! Did you hear the news? Bluestreak has taken a human mate! Can you believe it?"

Elita-One trills in surprise. "A human? Bonding with one of our own? That is certainly...unexpected." Nearby, Ratchet grumbles as he tends to a youngling's injured fin. "Crazy younglings, always causing trouble. As if we don't have enough to worry about with the migration and all."

Ironhide rumbles in agreement, his massive frame dwarfing the smaller Oceanides around him. "Eh, let 'em learn the hard way. Bluestreak should've known better than to go sniffin' around Prime’s human."

Wheeljack swims up, his field alight with scientific curiosity. "Fascinating! I wonder how they communicate, how the, uh, mating process works. We should study this development further! It could give us valuable information on cross species relationships, imagine the possibility "

Jazz darts between the gossiping pods, " primus Jackie ya been here less then a cycle and already tryin to examine em!, plus dont been Prowler trying to rip our pups gills off, the past few cycles have been tense enough "

Perceptor looks over in curiosity, his eyes gleaming with interest. "A human? The integration of a human into our society will undoubtedly present new challenges and opportunities. Perhaps Wheeljack isn't wrong in wanting to observe."

Megatron's ever imposing figure, rumbles a warning. "I wouldn't recommend it, they are not like us and prefer to keep those matters private" he states while passing by to greet more of his own pod. The chatter and debates swirl around, the Oceanides abuzz with speculation and conflicting opinions. The human has certainly stirred up a school of piranhas among the pod.

“Wait, wait you're saying Bluestreak, Bluestreak took a human as a mate!?” Brainstorm was more shocked than anything,  it wasn’t what he was expecting to hear. 

“Yes!, the human who is currently Bumblebee's adopted carrier” Jazz confirms before even more questions are thrown at the other mers. 

"Optimus, is it true that humans have taken Bumblebee as their own? And that they've been caring for our pod during the colder seasons?" Optimus nods, "Yes, Chromia. Humans have been a blessing to us all. They nursed Bumblebee back to health when he was gravely ill, and have provided food and shelter when the tides were unkind."

Ratchet grumbles as he attends to a youngling's wound. "Hmph. Normally I'd be suspicious of a human meddling in our affairs. But the ones here have earned our trust,  and I doubt anyone wants to argue with Optimus or anyone else about it. They have cured our wounds, treated us for sickness and saved Bumblebee."

Ironhide rumbles in agreement. "The little one's lookin' healthy as a turbofin. And the pod's been well-fed, even through the lean cycles. Gotta hand it to the humans, they know how to take care of us."

Wheeljack's fins are a light curiosity. "Fascinating! I must learn more about their methods, their means of communication. This could open up all sorts of possibilities for our kind! Plus the fact that one has now mated with one of ours"

A loud call from on shore has Bumblebee looking up and calling out, he knows that voice too well. Bumblebee's head snaps up at the sound, his small frame wriggling with excitement. "Bubba!" he trills, darting out of Optimus's hold. The young pup darts towards the shore, his fins propelling him with surprising speed. Chromia watches with curiosity, her field pulsing with interest.

"Bubba? Is that the human caretaker Optimus has mentioned?" she asks, turning to windblade with a questioning trill. She nods with a smile, her fins flicking with a hint of delight. "It sure is, the little bug has taken a real shine to them, and I cant blame the pup, they are all he knew for a very long time. They nearly went Prowl the other day because  him arguing made Bumblebee cry"

Bluestreak perks up hearing their voice off the shore, his fins flaring eagerly. He starts to swim towards the shore, only to be stopped by a stern look from Prowl. "Bluestreak, you will stay here. Your actions have already caused enough disruption, they are here for Bumblebee not you" Prowl rumbles, his field radiating paternal disapproval.

Megatron chuckles, his deep voice rumbling through the water as he watches the younger mer shrink at being scolded, at least this time Prowl was being civil, the best he could be. " Let the youngling be." Prowl's lip plates peel back in a reluctant snarl, but he concedes, watching as Bluestreak darts towards the shore, eager to catch a glimpse of the human.

The various Oceanides continue to observe, a mix of curiosity, protectiveness, and no small amount of speculation. Some even follow behind but not getting too close to the shore, they don't want to interrupt. Laughter escapes them as Bumblebee launches himself at the human, basically tackling them into the shallows, both of them landing in the water with the pup sat atop their chest as he eagerly chatters to them in his mix of broken words. 

" Yes, hello baby, my God you're cuddly today" they laugh. Pressing soft kisses to his forehead, the young pup's webbed paws clutching at their wetsuit. The Oceanides watch from the water, their frills and fins flickering with interest as the human and their youngling interact. Bumblebee chatters excitedly, his broken words a mix of Oceanide and the human tongue. "Bubba! Bubba, missed you! So big now, see?" He wiggles in their embrace, showing off his sharp little teeth in excitement flashing a bright toothy smile.

They chuckles, gently running their fingers through Bumblebee's frills. "I can see, look at those pearly whites." Bluestreak swims closer. He trills a soft greeting, his eyes fixed on the human. He doesn't want to interrupt Bumblebee's time with the soft one but he is happy to see them again. 

They look up, catching sight of the approaching Oceanid. They offer him a small smile, their hand gently stroking Bumblebee's back in a soothing gesture. “ Hello Angelfish,  you're not getting yourself into trouble again are you?” It earns a huff little noise from him. 

The other Oceanides watch the interaction with varying degrees of curiosity and unease. Prowl's fins are still flared, his field laced with disapproval, while Megatron rumbles a low, possessive note. And it makes most of the new arrivals realise that more than half of the pods that stayed back were rather protective if not possessive of this fleshy. 

Optimus drifts closer, He trills softly, drawing the human's attention, and gestures towards the slightly deeper water, as if inviting them to join the pod. The human's gaze moves between the Oceanides, their expression uncertain but intrigued. Bumblebee clings to them, his chirps and trills a mix of joy and contentment trying to tug them further into the water. 

"Bubba, stopped fighting!" he chirps, his broken words a mix of Oceanide and human speech. "Blu happy to see you." The young pup nuzzles against the human's side, webbed paws gently caressing their arm.

Bluestreak drifts closer, a soft purr leaving him as he floats around them just happy to be close. He warbles softly, his tone a soothing melody as he conveys his affection and gratitude to them.

They chuckle, amused by the Oceanides' behavior. " you lot finally stopped fighting huh, good dont need you all upsetting baby" they hum, their tone light and playful as they continue to play with Bumblebee’s frills. 

Bumblebee chirps excitedly, his small frame wriggling in the human's embrace. "Papa! Papa is there, Bubba!" He points a webbed paw towards the towering Oceanid. 

Optimus swims closer, a low rumble leaving him as he makes his presence known. He trills a gentle greeting, his gaze softening as he locks eyes with the human. “helo” his voice is rather scratchy but it bright a smile to their face. 

"Hello, Big blue. I'm glad to see you and the others have finally settled down. I was worried there for a bit." They explained but in all honesty they were just happy that there were no more fights. 

Bumblebee chatters away in his mixed language, eagerly translating best the little one can for Optimus. The large Oceanid rumbles in response, he's content, happy that his pup is happy, even if a small part of himself wishes he had been the one to claim them, he knew that Bluestreak was right, he had been distancing himself from them due to the season. Even now their sweet scent of them was tempting but he knew better. 

Prowl drifts closer, his fins still slightly flared. He clicks and warbles, his tone laced with a hint of frustration. Optimus raises a webbed hand, silencing Prowl with a firm look. He turns back to the human, his field radiating gratitude. He trills a soft response, his movements slow and measured but he doesn't stay at their side for long before drifting back into the deeper water, continuing to catch up with other mers. 

Bumblebee beams in delight. "Papa, happy you're here, Bubba." They are snuggling bumblebee. "That's good baby, he's not avoiding me now" They coo softly to bumblebee. Bumblebee chirps happily, rhythmic waves of the waves seem to make everything feel unreal as he snuggles closer to them. He tilts his head curiously at their words.

"Bubba... Papa?" he babbles, his small fins fluttering as he tries to piece together what he wants to say. "Papa big. Papa... there!" He gestures vaguely toward the deeper water where Optimus watches, his massive frame drifting on the gentle waves in the distance.

a warm smile graces their lips, brushing a hand over Bumblebee's head frills. "That's my clever boy," they coo softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "Who's that there?" They ask while pointing at Bluestreak and then Megatron followed by a few other mers. 

Nearby, the other Oceanides continue watching the interaction with intense curiosity. Chromia swims a little closer. "They speak so gently to the pup," she murmurs to Kup, her fins flicking thoughtfully. "It's fascinating... the bond they share. I'm so glad he made it, everyone was so worried about the little pup"

Kup grumbles, though his tone is less defensive now. "Aye, I'll admit it. They're good with the little one. But it's still strange, them bein' here, part of all this."

"Papa!" Bumblebee cries, wiggling out of the human's arms to paddle toward Optimus. The little pup chirps excitedly, trying to relay what the human said. "Papa! Bubba... talk! Bubba talk you!" Optimus rumbles warmly, scooping Bumblebee up and giving the human an approving nod. His deep, resonant voice carries a sense of gratitude and calm as he gestures for the human to come closer.

As they speak, the other Oceanides linger nearby, and quietly chatter. Bluestreak, still buzzing with excitement, is surrounded by a small group of mers who pepper him with questions. 

"How did it happen?" Sunstorm asks, his fins flicking with interest, the gold flyer watches with bright eyes rather fascinated over the fleshy and the pup. "I mean, how did you choose them? Or did they choose you?"

Bluestreak flutters at the question. "It just...happened, they are very sweet, were rather reluctant due to our differences but they seem happy" he exclaims, his tone almost giddy.

Chromia tilts her head, her fins twitching curiously. "But...a flesh one? Aren’t they fragile? How do they even understand you?"

Bluestreak chuckles nervously, his fins fluttering. "Well, uh, they were teaching Rodimus, sideswipe, sunstreaker and myself.  A Lot of it is hand gestures, their language isnt hard to understand, just very hard to replicate due to our vocals. Bumblebee seems to do better with it due to him being a pup. And, uh, we’re figuring it out, you know? They’re...different. But it's a good different."

Kup grumbles from the side, his fins flicking in skepticism. "Hmph. Different is one thing. Mating with a human is somethin’ else entirely. Don’t you think you’re rushin’ into this, kid?. Why a human of all things?” 

Blurr wipes closer to watch for a moment. “Yea why a squishy of all thinks I doubt you would even fit with them” he states with a tilted head only to get slapped by Chromia. 

Bluestreak bristles slightly but doesn’t lose his enthusiasm. "It’s not about rushing, Kup. It’s about..They’re part of the pod now, and we had a theory over them. And they seem rather happy to help us, and well mating with one has helped cross some other bridges. But the other issues is our pods have been having fertility issues or not been able to carry and humans don't seem to struggle as much as us"

Nearby, Wheeljack’s fins vibrate with excitement, his field practically crackling with scientific curiosity. "So, how does it work?" he asks, his voice tinged with genuine intrigue. "The communication, the bonding—what’s it like? Have you learned anything new from them? This could be groundbreaking for relations!"

From a distance, Megatron watches the scene unfold, his imposing frame partially concealed by the shadows of the deeper water. His optics narrow slightly as he observes the human, his field carefully guarded but unmistakably focused on both them and Bumblebee. Despite his usual air of menace, there is something protective in the way he keeps his gaze fixed on them.

He didn't want to disturb them despite how his scales felt at the moment, he knows if he holds off on seeking care again he will be sedated to check his injuries. Less he gets put in isolation for the season due to his own stupidity. but for now he'd rather just rest and watch them with the pup. 

As Bumblebee chirps happily, splashing water in their direction, and Bluestreak beams under the weight of so many curious questions, the pod begins to settle into a new rhythm. Tomorrow he decides. Tomorrow he will go to the large building, and hope they could help fix the gashes and the burning from the rogue shark that had attacked him. It had made a decent meal but he can feel teeth still in his side. 

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[l3ibnest]

Merry Christmas to everyone!

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[revelboo]

would you be ok with writing something about the mechs who'd let the human dom them? because what you've written for skywarp is so yummy

Oooh yes, please. Though to be fair, some of the cons would be willing to accommodate their human’s request if they’re rewarded beforehand for it (and no one else is around to see). Here’s a couple scenarios 18+ mass displaced mechs 🌶️

Human Dom Headcanons/Scenarios- Optimus x Reader, Soundwave x Reader

TFA Optimus

- so inexperienced and awkward. He’s happy to let you take the lead so he can learn what you need and like. Too embarassed to admit that you ordering him around is a turn on

• “You don’t move unless I say you can. Okay?” Staring up at you, he nods as you straddle his thighs. “Can you show me?” Primus, that soft voice of yours, coaxing him. And he wants to obey, freeing his spike and tensing when you reach to touch him. “Hands over your head. No touching.” Shakily lifting his hands to press against the berth, he groans when you grip him, soft fingers tracing his biolights. He’s going to release before he can even interface with you if you keep that up. “You’re big, aren’t you.”

• Watching his hips lift slightly and feeling his spike kick in your hand is oddly empowering. Especially when he makes a low, revving noise deep in his chassis, lips parting. And he is big. Not impossible, but it’s going to take some work to fit. Does he realize that? You’re not sure, but you almost suspect the big guy’s not that experienced. “Please, don’t stop,” he groans when you shift on his legs. Going up on your knees and leaning over him, rocking the length of his spike against yourself.

• Head lifting on a growling whine when the feel of your slick flesh leaves him, he watches you ease back to sit on his legs again, thighs spread and where he’s desperate to bury himself on full display. “Give me a hand,” you say, voice low and needy. And he doesn’t hesitate, letting you grab his hand and study his servos. “Right here.” Sitting up some, he obediently presses a servo inside you, the wet heat of you so tight around his servo. “Good. That’s good.” And you’re rocking yourself against him. “Can you curl your servo-ah! Don’t stop.” Fascinated as you move yourself against his hand with rough, rolling movements, your lips parting. Venting when your hand wraps around his and you press one of your little fingers inside yourself alongside his servo and cry out, teeth bared. Stretching yourself for him, he realizes, feeling how soft and wet your flesh is, the way it clings to his servo. And then your movements are faltering, body trembling and gripping his servo.

• Shivering as you grip his wrist and pull his hand away, you find his spike and shift over him. Sliding the head against yourself and jaw clenching at the burn of him stretching you. “We don’t have to,” he says, and his expression is so concerned it’s adorable. Rolling your hips and carefully rocking yourself, you shudder in relief when he finally slides deep and he’s almost too much. And he’s still keeping his hands to himself, not moving, just making that low noise that’s almost a whine. “Primus,” he whispers. Taking a shuddering breath, you lift up an inch, feeling every ridge stroking inside you before you take him deep again. “Oh, Primus.” Head falling back, his servos curl into fists at his sides then scrabble at the berth. “Please.”

• You’re so tight and wet wrapped around his spike. Little eyes hooded as you watch him, moving slowly on his spike. “I think you’re going to ruin me,” you moan, hips rolling as you begin to move a little faster on him. What does that mean? And Primus, his denta grit, hips lifting with a hitching vent when he accidentally releases and your motions falter, lips parting. “Oh, you are needy,” you whisper, hips wiggling on him. “Need to work on your stamina, big guy.” Spike still hard and pulsing inside you when you begin to move again. And he wants to learn, so bad. Wants to keep you.

Soundwave

- he’d ask you to dominate him. Won’t stop crooning at you, because you’re too adorable trying to be all serious and demanding

• “O-on your knees,” you demand, face heating in embarrassment. Unable to believe he’d wanted to play as he’d softly asked. Watching the mass displaced mech obediently ease down to his knees in front of you, head tipping back to stare up at you. Biting your bottom lip, you try to force yourself to relax and lay a hand on his helm. “Retract the mask.” There’s no hesitation and he rocks forward, lips brushing your lower belly, venting against your skin, before he rests his chin on your hip, looking up at you. Waiting and the words catch in your throat. Unable to admit what you want as he patiently waits. “Did I tell you that you could touch me, yet?” And he makes a noise, a low, growling protest when you lay a hand on his helm and make him rock back. “Are you hard for me? Show me.”

• Uttering a tonal groan, he frees his spike and grips himself. “So hard,” he whispers, easing back to sit on his legs when you gently push on his shoulder. Hips lifting in invitation when he runs his servos along his length. Wants to touch you so bad it hurts. Because this is harder than he’d imagined it would be. To submit to you, but he’s not sure he’s ever been this needy before. “Permission?” Let him touch you. And you reach to stroke his helm. Barely nodding up at you in encouragement when you hesitate and then you tug his head to you, parting your thighs. Gently guides one of your thighs over his shoulder and both of your hands grab his helm when you wobble. Curling an arm around you to hold you steady before he presses his mouth against you. Exploring you with his lips and glossa while you shudder on a breathless moan. Free hand gripping his spike and squeezing himself as he teases you. Because he can feel your need, that you’re enjoying this despite your uncertainty as your emotions spark through him.

• Feeling his mouth slide intimately against you, gripping his helm as his glossa tunnels inside you. Can hear him growling, his hitching vents when you cautiously rock yourself against him, unsure of your balance. Can just see his optics through his visor, Enough to tell he’s looking up your body at you as he plays with you. “That’s good,” you manage, hips moving. “Are you stroking your spike?” And he makes that tonal, almost whine of protest again. “You don’t come until I say so.” Part of you mortified and part of you more turned on than you’ve ever been before at being the one in control. Grinding against his mouth and gasping as you chase that high. “Do a good job and you can fuck me.”

• Glossa tunneling inside you, mouth moving against your slick flesh, he almost releases right than at your words. And then your hips buck as you come apart, whimpering when he keeps lapping and stroking you. Hands catching your hips to steady you. “Please?” He asks, servos rubbing circles on your hips as you tremble. Lifting his own hips slightly in invitation, because he’s hurting to be inside you. Eyes dark with need, you ease yourself down. Gripping your hips to keep you steady when you reach to catch his spike before you’re guiding him to you, taking him deep. “Claim what’s yours.” Hips lifting so you splay your little hands on his chassis for balance, he croons at you. “Please.”

[michaela-o]

I bet my fav pair of pants he would make a tiktok account and post his human on it :"D

( the human is nervous🥹 )

[imauthicktic]

I’m in the works of stuff but need motivation 🤪 might post some of my incorrect quotes too

[transformers-spike]

knockout with a virgin reader. not even someone who’s never been w/ a robot before but anyone. i know his engines would rev up in glee

Oh gosh I have a lot to say about this (going for short form because I do not have the time for a full blown fic)

I think the concept of virginity is quite strange to them. Since their society doesn't give interface much importance (unlike ours where it's absolutely everywhere). Basically a non-negligible part of their population hasn't interfaced. Thus, Knock Out already has experience dealing with "virgin" bots. It's no big deal to him

I feel as though he would be quite bewildered at the notion of virginity in human society. He supposes it makes sense since we reproduce like rabbits, having short lifespans and all. Still, he's excited at the prospect of ruining you for other humans. Can you imagine? Forgoing your own kind and interfacing with a Cybertronian?

Obviously he's careful since he knows you're very much intimidated by everything, and he's eager to use his glossa and digits on you. Even if no penetration occurs, he's going to get off one way or another, either through grinding against your genitals or stroking himself (or both of you if you happen to have a dick)

And yes, his engine revs - especially after the deed is done. He's so proud of himself.