#transformers g1 x reader

[prowlspaparazzi]

First time with an autobot

Cliffjumper. Valveplug. Minors dni. Fem reader. No foreplay we goin' in.

The feel of velvet flesh squeezing Cliffjumper’s spike had him shuddering slightly. Letting out a guttural groan as he manages to slide some of himself in. Human valve was incredibly tight– yet so soft and warm. He knew he’d have to go slow the entire time. He didn’t mind that. If he went any faster he’d have overloaded by now.

“Primus… that’s so tight…” He murmurs to himself. He shifts his hips forward slightly, keeping his thrusts short and soft. Beneath him was the human woman. The woman that he had become rather personable with.

She was nice. And very curious of Cybertronians and their planet. So much so she had asked Cliffjumper to share this intimate moment with her. It was funny. It wasn’t like he had thought about it. Then again, he didn’t not think about it either. He hadn’t realized until the question left her lips, a sheepish look on her face that their friendship was heading that way.

Frankly, he felt honored to be chosen. This human had built a rapport with a number of autobots. And he wasn’t the only shortstack of the team after all. A few times being mistaken for Bumblebee, but that's because he was just more popular. That stuff didn't matter to Cliffjumper, not with the war going on. But it did stroke his ego a tiny bit to be asked of this. Besides, the autobots were deserted on this pale blue dot indefinitely. No sign of deceptions anywhere in this star’s system either. So, in the meantime, Cliffjumper would indulge in this. Just a bit. Agreeing to do so in the privacy of her somewhat rural home.

He could feel his spike rubbing up against the walls of his human friend. The red bot shudders, doing his best to keep composure and control himself. In the past, due to his smaller size, he had often been the one being spiked. Again, he didn't mind it. But It was rare for him to be given the lead. Being given the chance to show what he can do. How cybertronians do it. He was determined to not give a bad performance. He would not waste this opportunity to make her feel amazing.

She whimpers while her legs wrap around his hips as best as she could manage. The size difference between the two was the best part of all this, but it did come with some pitfalls. To mitigate this, Cliffjumper grabs her ankles. Being careful to use a gentle grip and spread her legs further, raising them slightly. Slowly, his spike buried deeper. At just the right point too he guessed. She arched her back and shivered.

His spike had ridges of plating that caressed the sensitive entrance of her body as he had made that slow, deeper push. Her body stretched slightly to take Cliffjumper in. The delicious feeling of being stretched further than any average human with a dick could. It gave her a mix of both external and internal pleasure. These sensations had her squirm, her hands grasping at the blanket underneath and her shoulders tensing. A hiss of an inhale between her teeth.

“You okay?” The red bot asked in a low murmur close to her face. His frame hunching over slightly to watch her closely during this moment.

She nods hastily, a slight pleased grin forming on her face, “Yeah… Yeah that was so good. Do it again, Cliffjumper.” She adds his name to the end to encourage him.

He acknowledges her request with a nod. Slowly, he pulls his hips back and pushes in again to the same depth just as before. Doing so results in a pleased hum coming from her beneath him. A grunt leaving his voicebox as well. Eventually, he finds a slow and steady rhythm to use. Careful, and considerate.

Her hand comes up to caress along the intricate seams along his frame. Her fingers sliding up until she reaches his faceplate. It was surprisingly tender. His optics meet her eyes.

“I won’t break y’know… You can go a bit faster.” She utters to the autobot.

Cliffjumper’s jaw tightens slightly, “If you say so…” He says in a low rumble and a nod. Holding himself up with his forearms at both sides of her. He takes in an vent and increases his tempo just enough to not overwhelm her or himself. It was a tricky rhythm to find. Her breathing got louder with each press and her eyes began to shut. The red bot smirks a bit to himself slightly.

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Not finishing cuz i ran out of ideas. But I felt like Cliffjumper needed a lil love.

[random-fandom1984]

Can I have some g1 soundwave x reader please😅😅😅😅😅

Being the only femme Cybertronian on the Ark can be... something. Especially when some of them try hitting on you without getting to know you; quite annoying really, but you keep it pushed down; but some people can tell because of your alt-mode.

You stayed in the Ark because of your job as a medic. Your alt-mode is a heartbeat monitor, which also corresponds with your sparkbeats, which is how some people, very few, can tell what you're feeling.

You made your own little base of operations under an abandoned amusement park. You'd bring in people who were injured and left behind in the ruckus of the battlefield between the two factions. Human or Decepticon.

Whenever it's a human, you'd ask them to promise to not tell your Autobot friends about your place of escape, and they do. But with Decepticons, you make sure that they are knocked out, and you just give them a few amounts of anesthesia because they would break in, destroy the place, kidnap you and hold you for ransom against your friends.

One day, when looking through one of the many aftermaths of a battle, you found a minicon in the rubble, Soundwave's minicon: Frenzy. When you took him back to your base, you realized you've forgotten to stock up on more anesthesia, so now you have to worry with the fact that he might wake up soon as you did the procedure of fix-and-repair.

As you were putting your tools away, he woke up with a fright, and you quickly explained the situation to him, which slightly calmed him down. Key word: Slightly. He was suspicious of you but is slowly diminished as you continued to work on the minor injuries that just need a new paint job and be buffed. The last bit disappeared in an instant when you gave him an Energon Goodie.

When he came by again, to your surprise that he remembered the way here, you gave a tour of the place above, he somehow managed to get the place up and running again; thank Primus that your location was miles away from the nearest civilization.

As time went by, Rumble found out, then Ravage, then Laserbeak. When they come to visit, it would be like as if there was no war, they're having a good time in the amusement park.

Sooner or later, Soundwave got suspicious. Where were his kids minicons going late at night?

Being the best spy he is, he followed them, and was surprised that they were hanging out with an Autobot, weren't fighting like there was a war, stopping a fight between Rumble and Frenzy as calm as possible- and somehow easily get them to make up?! He couldn't do that without them continuing to squabble with each other.

He used his telepathy powers to look into your thoughts to see if you secretly had ill intentions with his sons minicons, but there wasn't any!

When his minicons return back to base, it's an instant interrogation the moment they step foot back in the habsuite: How long has this been going on? How did this happen in the first place? What do she always do with them? The only questions that were about you were answered back with positivity.

Curious, he decided to look more into your file when the Decepticons fight the Autobots near the Ark. When he does, all he finds is all good things.

When it was the next time they decided to visit, he wanted to meet her in person. And so he did, and by Primus were you nervous. You were worried he might blow your helm up. You, Soundwave, and his minicons walked through the park, watching the minicons play games, ride the rides; he began to trust you.

The more you all hang out in private, at your secret location, the more you begin to bond closer together, mainly you and Soundwave; the minicons noticed it as clear as day.

So, being mischievous little ones they are, Rumble and Frenzy decided to stage a lil' something. In private, the minicons would call Soundwave Sire, or dad in human terms. So, when the next time you and they met up, they would unexpectedly drop Carrier, mom, at random times in the night. When they first did it, they'd put on an act like as if they didn't mean to say it and it just slip. You fell for their act, so did Soundwave because it was unexpected.

They see you? An Autobot medic? As a parental figure? I mean, sure, you heal up their injuries, you give them Energon sweets if they be good and behave, calmly deal with their fights, gives them sweet head pats, have the most caring optics he's seen, the most beautiful smile- Oh, scrap! He's in love.

He would lie awake at night, questioning why he found you attractive. For starters, your gently touch that he felt when you repaired him, your smiles seem to shine brighter than any star, and sound from your vocalizer was like a siren's call and he was the sailor that was lured by its enchanting melody, your optics the prettiest shade of blue that rivals with this hunk of rock's sky, have the spirit of a Carrier with his kids- Primus, he was hooked, lined and had sunk deep.

After he came to terms with his newfound emotions, he started noticing something about you. Every single time he was close to you, he'd see the screen of your alt-mode, on your chassis, start getting taller. One time, he danced with you as music played in the park, and he saw that the big spikes became frequent, and a subtle blush would be on your cheek plates that you try to hide with your servo and turning your helm to the side. He found this adorable, so much that he became addicted to having that cute blush on your face.

When back on the Ark, you would get pings from an unknown comm-link number, only to realize it's Soundwave, and he's sending you something. When you are finally alone in your habsuite, you would take a look to see that they were poems; they were so sweet, you reread them, laying on your berth, kicking your feet as you excitedly giggle from how nice, sweet, and adorable they are that they might as well be invitations for Cupid to continue to shoot arrows into your spark, making you fall harder for the Con.

When they spent the night in your secret base, you all had fun doing any activity that comes to mind: pillow/blanket forts, teaching the little ones the steps on how you make your glorious Energon Goodies, etc. The last activity was a horror movie marathon. Every time a jump scare would pop up on the screen, you would hug the closest bot, and it just so happened to be Soundwave. During the horror movie marathon, you, Soundwave, and his kids ended up in a cuddle pile, scared, all but Soundwave, Ravage, and Laserbeak.

They decided to spend the night here before returning to the Decepticon base at the break of dawn. You decided to put the little ones to sleep. He decided to start cleaning up the mess that was made, and when he finished, he came back to you telling the ending of an old Cybertron bedtime story.

To him, it looked so nice and peaceful, and you looked so motherly that he just wanted to confess right there, right now. What sealed the deal was you placing a goodnight kiss on the top of their helms, tucking them to sleep before leaving the room they were occupying, only to be dragged off to somewhere by Soundwave, into the place you slept in from time-to-time.

You wondered what was happening, until Soundwave got on one knee plate, servos holding your own, visor looking up into your optics, glistening as he let out a very poetic, charming, delightful, exquisite of him telling you about his feelings, everything about you that made his spark soar: your voice, your optics, your touch, everything.

He carefully watched the screen on you chassis to see if there was any indication of making you uncomfortable or not. And by the end of his heartfelt confession, he watched the heart monitor didn't make any giant spikes. Oh, no. It made a heart at the center of the monitor as blush covers your entire faceplate.

Part 2 coming soon!

[smallestapplin]

Teebs anon here! Since it's ok to request him, can we get a scenario of just making out and grinding on teebs with his human?

By teebs I’m assuming Trailbreaker! And absolutely, I love him. G1 my beloved.

Warnings : gn!afab, minor self loathing from Trailbreaker.

Mdni you will be blocked! Adults only!

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Even still with you seat so prettily on his thigh, pants gone leaving you in just your panties, he can’t believe it, he knows majority of the base wants you and yet you choose him of all bots? He must truly be blessed. His frame heats up body covered in coolant as his optics linger across your body, his spike pressurizing against his modesty paneling watching you roll your hips onto his thigh.

“S-so good. Frag…just like that, sweetspark, use me.” He can smell your need, feel the growing wetness on his leg.

“Mm!…Trailbreaker please just shut up and kiss me, please I need you—!!” Your cry leaves him trembling, cursing under his ex-vent.

You need him, you want him! Trailbreaker leans over, almost uncomfortable to his back strut but he doesn’t care, not when you’re begging to kiss him. Your lidded eyes roll back with a choked groan muffled in your throat as the large mech pushes his glossa into your mouth, his appendage a bit too big for your mouth making you gag as you greedily attempt to suck on it.

He places one servo to your hip helping you grind harder on his metal, putting more press to your throbbing clit, while his free servo moves to his crotch, retracting his modesty panel to free his leaking spike, eagerly gripping it, stroking it in time with the roll of your hips. The large mech leaves your mouth with a harsh ex-vent, feeling your much smaller, much softer hand caress the tip of his spike, getting it covered in his transfluid.

“Slag it all- ah!” Trailbreaker cries out, tilting his helm back to focus on not overloading, not without you!

“Mm, I miss your lips. I wanna choke on your tongue, o-ooh…M’gonna cum. Please, wanna- Mmph!”

You fall easily with his glossa shoved to the back of your throat, choking on the thick appendage. Your body shakes, free hand balancing yourself on his thigh with your squeals muffled but his glossa. His oral lubricant sliding down your chin in thick globs, though neither of you seem to care.

Feeling your wetness coating his thigh and your hand desperately trying to work him over just sends him to an overload, you’re too addicting, too intoxicating, he needs more, even with his transfluid coating his stomach, pelvis, and your thighs, he can’t find it in himself to stop.

Your yelp is softened against his dermas feeling him tear your drenched panties, leaving your bare pussy on his thigh. You tremble at the new feeling of cold metal pressed flush to your wet heat.

“T’much….Trail…wan your..spike-!” You try to pull away to speak but everytime he’d just pull you right back to his dermas, seemingly oblivious to your pleads to fuck as the servo on your hips moves you back and forth.

He’s such a desperate mech.

[3ic95id864pg]

Let's get retarded (Ha)! Let's get retarded in here!

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

Just a lil shockwave x you!

[cheschesterpossum]

and then they kiss.

[magicalbunbun]

hey could you do relationships headcanons on soundwave x twin of Megatron because I really like it I imagine this to happen in earthspark

This is how they are, in common way.

[thunderrwave]

The Seekers come as a Trine!

suggestive themes.

you cannot convince me otherwise that the seekers come as a trine. if one of them, most likely thundercracker brings his human on board, the two other jets are also in a relationship with you.

starscream is the worst at speaking his inner thoughts. its a stab to his ego just to admit that the thoughts that bombard his circuitary of fragging you, after walking in on you and his fellow mass displaced seeker.

skywarp is enthusiastic. he's so freaky, its concerning- this seeker is down to try anything and everything. cross species interfacing simply turns him into a panting mess. he frags. he frags hard till you're on the verge of passing out from too much pleasure (you have a couple of times and its always been thundercracker who shouts at skywarp to be a little more considerate).

thundercracker is the definition of the softest dom. this jet is gonna make you feel like you're the only thing he ever cares for. unlike skywarp, he's making love to you. he's praising you and always making sure you're comfortable when he's normal size or mass displaced.

starscream takes time. he'd be leaking transfluid through his panels but its so hard for him to admit it. when he does, get ready for a side you'll see only in the berthroom. rather than being one on one, he's mostly fragging you when the other two are there. he's a busy jet and gosh he's always tense. seeing him overload is enough to send all three of y'all to the brink.

and maybe you could introduce skywarp and him to the extravagent world of toys that thundercracker added to his personal writings......

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inbox is open !

[scribblecon]

Can you do a poly Prowl x bot Reader x Jazz?

Since you weren’t specific about what you’d like other than the characters, I hope you’re happy with some headcanons on how the reader joins Jazz and Prowl’s relationship :))

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Jazz is the one who approaches you, smooth and charming. He and Prowl have noticed the glances you send their way when you think they aren’t looking, they both happen to have taken a liking to you, and would love to spend some time getting to know you better. Like on a date.

You’re a little taken aback. Jazz being flirtatious is nothing new, he’s playful by nature. The mention of Prowl and the opening of their relationship, however, is what surprises you. While you’ve certainly admired Prowl from afar, he’s always come across as distant and a bit irritable towards you. Never did you suspect he might like you for more than your competence in the field, let alone enough to view you as a romantic prospect. You were always under the impression the two of them were exclusive.

What’s the harm in saying yes, though? Prowl might have a soft side beneath his gruff exterior, and you already get along very well with Jazz (everyone does, in all fairness). Besides, what would be the worst case scenario? You spend some quality time with a couple of handsome mechs and decide you aren’t into them? That would be a bit awkward, but hardly the end of the world.

You spend a few extra moments thinking, to be sure you’re making the right decision. Jazz initially takes your silence as discomfort and is about to apologise for springing such a proposal on you when you ask where and when the three of you should meet. He flashes you a smile that makes your spark pulse and asks how you’d feel about going stargazing. There’s a spot not too far from the Ark that he frequents with Prowl and when the skies are clear the view is dazzling. The three of you can drive out there together.

When Prowl finds out Jazz made a move on you he feels ready to blow a diode. What has his conjunx done? You were probably scared off by how forward Jazz can be and now strategy meetings are going to be filled with an unnecessary amount of tension, you sitting mere feet away from Prowl, uncomfortable in the knowledge that he likes you in a way that you don’t reciprocate.

He calms down when Jazz informs him you were, in fact, interested in the both of them and had agreed to going on a date that night. The tension doesn’t leave his frame, however, all the way up to when it’s time for this date Jazz has set up with you to begin. He’s silent the entire drive from the Ark to the patch of desert where the stars seem to shine the brightest.

You worry that Prowl might actually be mad at you, that this could be an elaborate joke Jazz is playing on the both of you. He’s barely acknowledged your presence since the three of you transformed into your alt-modes. Jazz tells you he’s just being shy, and you let out a nervous laugh, hoping that’s true.

You realise you’ve reached your destination when Jazz and Prowl both return to their bot forms, and you join them in doing so. At first glance it seems like you’ve driven into the middle of nowhere, which you suppose you have, really. The view when you look up, however, really is out of this world. You don’t think you ever saw such a clear view of the stars on Cybertron, where there’s always a thousand light sources dimming the tapestry of the heavens above. You wonder if your home is somewhere amongst all those twinkling lights.

Prowl is too focused on you to admire the stars like he usually would. Truth be told, he really does like you just as much as Jazz does, otherwise none of this would be happening. At first he just respected you for your skills in battle and ability to improvise in a tight situation, the latter initially being a source of frustration, but eventually acknowledged as an asset. It’s a trait you share with Jazz, after all. A trait that Prowl lacks. That was probably what drew his attention towards you. That, and your frame is certainly easy on the optic. He takes in the sight of you, the way your optics shine in the darkness of night, the curves and ridges of your plating, the colour of your paintwork. There’s an urge to say something to you, anything, to make up for the silent treatment you’ve been putting up with, but his processor is drawing a blank. Coming up with military strategies is one thing, but casual conversation is an eternal struggle for Prowl.

Jazz, meanwhile, is busy cracking jokes and pointing out different constellations. Most of the doubts you had on your way here have melted away as the mech talks, his voice light and playful as he brings an arm across your shoulder struts. You lean into his touch, your focus mostly on the stars above, but you can’t help glancing over at the other mech keeping you company. Prowl is staring at you. The idea of making eye contact with him makes your spark race, so you try not to look in his direction for too long, but you could swear from the brief glance you stole that he’s never looked at you with such a soft expression before. Usually his default is to frown at everyone. You try to bring your focus back to the stars, pretending you can’t feel your cheeks flush pink with energon.

He can’t take it anymore. Prowl knows you caught him staring at you and now he feels like a fool. He’s glad Jazz talked to you, Primus knows he’d have messed it up if he tried initiating this. He realises you and Jazz have fallen into silence, and while you’re busy looking up at the stars, lost in thought, Jazz looks back at his Conjunx. He throws Prowl one of his signature grins and motions for him to get closer. To get closer to you.

He grabs your servos. You let out a yelp laced with static as you turn in Prowl’s direction. He’s not looking at you anymore, his attention now on the sky above. His face is just as flushed as yours, however, and he exvents a jet of air.

Jazz laughs. He told you. He told you that Prowl likes you. He really is just shy. You let Jazz lean against you as you smile and give Prowl’s servos a squeeze.

[in1-nutshell]

Can we have G1 Ophelia please? You can choose to write her with Ironhold or not(o^▽^o)

Ironhold is in this one!

Hop you enjoy!

G1 Ophelia (Ft. Ironhold)

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Hinted Romance, Cybertronian reader

G1

Ironhold was not the only child Megatron had.

The war lord had another child of his in the ranks.

Chief archivist of the Nemesis.

Soundwave’s right-hand Con on the Nemesis.

Megatron’s eldest daughter and potential heir to the Decepticon army.

Ophelia the minibot.

Many Cons often forgot that Ophelia was their leader’s daughter with how… different she was.

With Ironhold, things made sense.

They were tall, a great warrior, feared by the enemy, and loyal to the Decepticon cause.

Even their little soft spot for humans was overshadowed by their achievements.

Ophelia was the opposite of Lord Megatron.

She was small, a decent fighter, kind, soft spoken, and someone easily forgotten.

Her soft spot for humans as clear as day.

Spike and Mirage escaping from Decepticon base. They turn the corner and barrel into Ophelia who was carrying a stack of data pads. Ophelia rubs her helm in pain. Ophelia: “Do you mind watching where you’re going next time Mirage!” Mirage: “Umm… do I know you?” Ophelia: “You broke into the base last week. You heard my name.” Spike: “Umm…” Ophelia: “Spike, you were kidnapped yesterday. I introduced myself to you 7 times!” Spike: “… Rumble?” Ophelia blinks slowly before facepalming. Ophelia: “Next door to your right, you’ll find the exit.” Ophelia stands up with all the collected data pads. Mirage pulls out his blaster. Mirage: “Freeze! You’re not telling the Decepticons anything!” Ophelia sighs tiredly. Ophelia: “Its too early for this… they are not going to be happy about this…” Meanwhile outside the base with Ironhold. The ‘Sibling Sense’ starts tingling. Ironhold: “…Ophelia needs me!”

While Ophelia did not achieve battle victories for Megatron, her victories in the achieves and on deck medic made up for it.

Megatron was proud of both his children.

Both making so much progress for the Decepticon cause!

Is secretly happy that Ophelia stayed the same size.

He already had enough trouble with Ironhold being taller than him.

The War lord does not tolerate anyone disrespecting his children.

Last Con who tried to disrespect Ophelia got a beating of a lifetime from Megatron and Ironhold.

He did try to take Ophelia to train, but Ironhold never allowed them both to fight.

Megatron and Ironhold are in a room by themselves. Megatron: “Where are you hiding her this time?” Ironhold: “Not telling you.” Megatron: “Ironhold, she needs to understand how to fight. If you haven’t forgotten, we are at war! Would you rather have her depend on you to fight her battles?” Ironhold: “Yes! She shouldn’t even be near the fights! And I just know that your ‘training’ is aligned with bots of your stature.” Ironhold sighs a bit before crossing their arms. Ironhold: “Look me in the optics and tell me you weren’t planning on training her like you did with me?” Megatron: “Iron—” Ironhold: “Look at me and tell me you’ve taken her size into account!” There is a harsh silence. Ironhold: “… She isn’t like me or any of the bots you’ve trained before Father. One wrong move during training and it could be detrimental to her. Imagine the look of fear she’ll have when she sees you after hurting her?” They let out a tired vent and uncrosses their arms. Megatron is silent and places a servo on their shoulder. Megatron: “… All right, you win. I won’t teach her.” Ironhold blinks a bit in surprise. Megatron: “But only if she is to be accompanied by a trusted Decepticon at all times or—Ironhold! Are you even listening?!” Ironhold has a datapad out and is rapid messaging on it. Ironhold: “And done! Ophelia officially has a bodyguard!”

His name was Steve.

A Vechicon that had recently been transferred to Earth.

Ironhold trusted the Vehicon enough to leave him with Ophelia, not like she needed the protection.

They would be there to fight for her.

Ironhold loved their sister with all their spark, but they weren’t going to actually say it.

Instead opts to show ingthe love through acts and quality time.

Ophelia is walking with Megatron and Ironhold. More Ophelia speed walking trying to keep up with the others. Ironhold stops for a second before snatching Ophelia up from the back. Ophelia: “ACK! Ironhold! What have I told you about doing that out of no where!” Ironhold places her on their shoulders. Ironhold: “Not to.” Ophelia: “And what did you do?” Ironhold: “Did it and I’d do it again.” Ophelia playfully whacks their helm. Megatron smiles a bit at them. Later… Ophelia is in her habsuite when Ironhold barges in. Ophelia: “Iron—WOAH!” Ironhold flops down on her berth, narrowly missing the minibot. Ophelia: “Umm… ‘Hold? Are you okay?” Ironhold groans before scooting closer to Ophelia’s side and burying their face in her lap. Ophelia’s optics furrow in concern and gently starts subbing small circles on her younger siblings helm. Ophelia: “… You want to talk about it?” The shake in her lap gave her the answer. Ophelia sighs and does her best to hug Ironhold’s helm. Ophelia: “Stay as long as you want ‘Hold. I gottcha… I gottcha…”

Ophelia was often forgotten in her sibling’s shadow, but she is just happy that they are happy.

They deserve some happiness in this war.

The minibot is the first to know about Ironhold’s crush Rumble.

Does she tease them?

Yes, but it’s all lighthearted.

Does she play as Ironhold’s wingbot?

Also, yes!

Has she given Rumble the shovel talk because Megatron is too dense to know that his youngest has feelings?

Yes!

Rumble left that talk seeing a part of Megatron installed in the minibot.

Ironhold still doesn’t know that Ophelia did this and will stay that way.

Places bets with the other minibots and Soundwave on who was going to confess first.

Ophelia is happy Ironhold found someone to call their own.

Not that she would find someone someday…

Steve walks over to Ophelia. Steve: “Did you win the bet?” Ophelia: “Not exactly, everyone was off by a bit on the date.” Steve: “That sucks.” Ophelia sighs. Ophelia: “Welp, its over now. C’mon, I need some help in getting these crates to the Main room.” Steve: “Sure!” Both walk and chat as they head to get the crates. Soundwave and the cassettes in the distance. Soundwave: “Frenzy: Contact Rumble and Ironhold.” Frenzy: “For what Boss?” Soundwave: “Operation: Not Hamlet. Bets must be placed.”

[bnsni]

G1 Wheeljack with human reader who conducts silly little experiments like Nilered does :3

Ex: https://youtu.be/LmAG8-V_WQY?si=1EU4d5B6NLclxKJh

https://youtu.be/NIVkBs7oWDI?si=Oyuj50EpNKTFycfH

WHEELJACK.READER

hi foxy!! how dare you make me learn chemistry/j

"Alright, kid. You can go right ahead and ignore that flask. Don't, worry. It's not gonna pop. So, what we want to do is—"

It did, indeed, pop. Vehemently, too. An explosion rattled the laboratory. More specifically, from the same flask he told you to ignore and now the entire room is cloaked with...dust? Yellow, jaundice dust floating around, opaque and thick.

You blink and hacked, flapping a hand to clear away the smog. You make out Wheeljack's silhouette amidst the daze. He's also trying to clear out the air with his servos, vents chuffing, equivalent of a sneeze.

"That's. That's suppose to happen, right?"

His 'gills', or that's what you call it, at least, flares up as he spoke. He's still clutching the green vial in his hand.

"What's suppose to happen?"

"The explosion? The dust? Half of the base's missing a left wing?"

"Oh, yeah. That." He scratches his helm, humming, swivelling around. As you said, there would be — a good chunk of the room had been blown off. How the two of you managed to survive that was beyond him.

"Could be because I set the burner too high."

You narrowed your eyes. "The manual said minimal, at most, though."

You weren't even sure if he was aware a manual existed, in the first place.

"Hm?" He snaps to you, blue optics widening a little. " It said minimal? Swore, I read it as maximum..."

"How did you even—"

The laboratory was unceremoniously barged through. A dark silhouette of red emerges from the fog. Perceptor skids across the floor, hacking and flapping a servo to clear the air as he scampered towards you.

" What is the meaning of this?" He's on the verge of strangling Wheeljack the moment he sees him. "And, why wasn't the alarm working?!"

"Oh, right. The alarm. Figured I'd used it for spare parts—"

"Spare parts!?"

"We'll put it back, though." Was your assurance and held up what's left of the concocted alarm to his face.

He doesn't seem assured once after skimming across the chunk of wall blown apart and his alarm brutally slaughtered. The sharpshooter stands there, distraught and baffled. His servos twitched and you were sure, if he had his gun, it'd definitely go off.

"What did you do?" His optics dangerously flicker to you and your science buddy..

"An experiment." Wheeljack simply replies. The green vial sloshing as he moves. "Conjuring something the humans would call interesting."

Perceptor is silent but the look on his face clearly says why? But of course, you didn't get the memo and started rambling off. Perceptor is now staring at the blown up wall and simultaneously digesting your words.

"....and, we heated up the white phosphorus, which clearly was set too high on temperature, thanks for that Wheeljack, in order to get Red-P. Then, after — the electroluminescent coating for this stink bomb we are working on—"

"Your what?"

[prowlspaparazzi]

NSFW, size k!nk, fem human, no-named mech bc i'm a slut for too many of em but i had certain autobots in mind | minors dni

Imagine u and ur fav mech fucking for the first time, they're trying so hard to go slow but struggling because of how good your walls feels, squeezing and stretching all around him. He's trying to make sure you're not hurt while you're whining for more. He wants so badly to give in and give you instant gratification but he's putting your comfort above all else, his huge spike being swallowed by your body.

He can hardly find the strength to pull himself out to push back in. So his thrusts become a little quick, pushing in deep and slow, pulling out quick so he can feel more of you. He runs a cool metallic servo up your back, making you shiver from the contact. His voice calls out to you, with that small digital tone in it, "You doing okay?"

You nod, small tears of pleasure in your eyes. This was finally it. No more barely adequate thighfucking. You called out his designation, and added, "please keep going..." In a quiet yet frantic tone. It took all this mech's strength not to use you like a fleshlight then and there. He kissed your hand, dwarfed in size by his, to satiate the urge to use you. He knows you'd like to be used, but he likes having you safe and out of medbay. His hips are careful, but they find a rhythm. He holds your hip in one hand and the other clenching the corner of the berth underneath.

Being inside a human felt like pure heaven. Your juices coating his spike to take more of him in. He pushed deeper, and let out a soft grunt of satisfaction. He leaned back, looking at your nude body laying on his berth. This was unprecedented. Completely new territory between human and autobot. But it was already so addicting. His digits squeezed at your thigh, and felt the skin squish and slightly twitch in his grasp. He couldn't hold back the small smile forming on his face.

You whined, bringing him back out of thoughts, and reached your hands out to him. He knew you wanted him over you again. You enjoyed the feeling of being safe underneath him. And he enjoyed he made you feel safe. His hips find a steady rhythm fucking you, and he listens to your breathy noises underneath him. Neither of you had climaxed yet, but he knew he was gonna want to do this again soon.

[random-fandom1984]

hello! How are you? I have a question, Optimus is like a dad that doesn’t get sleep so what would happen if he accidentally called someone his son/daughter? It can be any Optimus you want but I’m just curious on what you would think

When I saw this request, it made me think of a certain scene I saw somewhere, and I don't know if it's fine with you or not, but this is scenario

-G1 Op & Mech! Reader-

The scene opens up to the Ark, and there had been a report of a human robbing stores, to which you caught and are now questioning. You appointed yourself to the Human Services Department (That you made up yourself) because you want to help out the humans while the others take care of Decepticons. You were one of the young bots on the ship, Bumblebee being one of them but he's older than you, and your responsible to know not getting into battle with Decepticons will be way over your helm, so you help with evacuating humans from the area. Anyways, back to the scene.

C/n: So, again, your alibi is a Decepticon handed you the gun, made you put your prints on it, robbed the store, and then hid the gun in your underpants? Robber: Well, uh, when you say it like that, it does not sound believable.

C/n looks to the side, suddenly spotting the big man in charge, Optimus Prime.

C/n: Oh, hey, Prime. Did you get my report on the Decepticon sighting near a power plant? Optimus: Yeah, I looked it over. Nice work. C/n: Good. Thanks, Dad.

The moment the words left his intake, everybot and or human - Spike, Sparkplug, Carly, and Chip - in the room and close by in the halls stopped what they were doing, all eyes and optics on you.

C/n: Why is everyone staring at me? Jazz: You just called bossbot "Dad". You said, "Thanks, Dad." C/n: What? No, I didn't. I said, "Thanks, Sir." Optimus: Do you see me as a Sire-figure, C/n? C/n: No. If anything, I see you as a bother-figure because you're always bothering me. Prowl: C/n! Show your Sire some respect! C/n: I didn't call him Dad! Optimus: No, no, no, no, C/n. I take it as a compliment.

Spike: It's not a big deal. I called Carly "Mom" once, and she's my girlfriend. C/n: Guys, jump on that! Spike has psycho-sexual issues. Bumblebee: Old news. But you calling Optimus Daddy- C/n: Hey, "Daddy" is not on the table here. Robber: But you did call him "Dad", dude. C/n: You shut up. You've done nothing but lie since you got here. Robber: All right, all right, I was lying about the holdup. But the dad thing, that happened.

C/n then jumped from his seat, a confident expression on his faceplate, pointing to the Robber.

C/n: Aha! He admitted that his alibi was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan. Optimus: I believe you. C/n: Thank you- Optimus: Son.

C/n's lip plate thinned as his optic ridges furrowed, looking to the side as he put his servos on his hip plating, internally screaming in embarrassment.

Optimus: Do you want to talk about it over a... game of catch? C/n: ...I'd like that.

[smallestapplin]

Hellooo! Good evening or um good morning so yea I was watching G1 transformers and canonically mirage is like loaded like he's from the upper class. So I um immediately thought that he's sugar daddy material. Like man only picks the finest/expensive cars even from G1. So I'm asking for like um sugar daddy mirage with a human female reader and since he doesn't know how to woo her, he practically buys her attention and time. Like he enjoys watching her spend his money. Casually suggesting that a top that he sees while she's scrolling on her phone and says that it would fit her and that she should buy it. Coincidentally, the color of the top matches his paint. Omg I've made this long huhu now I feel shy. 😿😿

Wait this is actually so cute and funny, I love it. I hope I did this right for you!💖

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Mirage isn’t use to human ways of living and courtship, but he tries so hard to be friendly and welcoming, he wants you to know he’s safe to go to for anything! But falling for you wasn’t on that list, you’re such a tiny thing compared to him, he’s worried he’ll hurt you.

But how could he not? You’re so funny, so kind, always helping him learn more about your culture and Earth in general, even if that means he won’t ever live down calling a trees ‘organic speed stoppers’, but your laughter made it all the more worth it to embarass himself.

Mirage isn’t sure how to court you the human way, so why not his way? It’s not like he can ask anyone either, lest the tell you or make fun of him for falling for a human.

He shows off, racing Sunstreaker and Sideswipe often, doing dangerous stunts, taking sharp turns, making sure he’s flashy enough for you in his alt mode. He lives for your cheers, lives on your priase. The twins know what he’s doing, it’s what ever racer does to gain the affection of someone.

Yet you don’t pick up on that, you gush over him sure, telling him how cool that was! How cool he is! But it doesn’t seem to click, not that Mirage can fault for you that, you’ve never had anyone court you like that.

So, why not gifts? Gifts are a universal love language that can’t go wrong!

“Mirage, you really didn’t have to get me anything, being with you is more than enough.”

How you have him wrapped around your tiny organic digit, making him swoon and spark pulse.

“It’s no problem, really! I wanna show you how much I care about you, so it wasn’t difficult to find a way to buy things for ya!”

He’s too kind, even bought everything himself after hacking (very easily) into your phone and used his own funds to spoil you. Until he got a com from you the day all the packages arrived.

“How many things did you buy me!?”

“Eh, it wasn’t costly so I don’t really remember.”

“Wasn’t costly? Mirage, this must’ve cost my life’s savings!”

You thank him over and over and over again, but he doesn’t mind, always smiling at you and simply asking if you liked what he bought you. It makes your cheeks burn when he does that, asking so sweetly, honestly you might think he’d have an ulterior motive.

The skirts, the dresses, the tops all ranging fm cozy to cute to flirty, pants much the same, he’s even bought you expensive consoles, games, and even things you complained about needing to replace or needing in general.

Each time you cry he doesn’t need to buy you anything, yet the large bot just looks at you with hearts in his optics telling you it’s fine.

Soon nearly sixty percent of your outfits are all things he’s bought you, like a silent claim over you, you can’t move in your home without being reminded of him.

But then that top came in, the one he had been waiting for, and once it did he didn’t bother trying to hide his want to see it. He sits in your drive way in his alt mode, awaiting to see how you look, and by the all spark he’s nt disapppointed.

“Does it look okay?”

You aren’t exactly a big fan of crop tops, but the high waisted jeans you are wearing cover you enough to feel comfortable. The crop top itself is loose and flowy, honestly you could see yourself wearing it around more in the house.

It’s mainly blue with tie dyed black, white, and red, matching his colors perfectly.

You look stunning.

You jump a little, hearing his engines rev loudly. You laugh softly at the display.

“I take it you like it?”

“Remind me to get you a sporty top in those colors.” He sounds near breathless.

“My, Mirage, if i didn’t know any better I’d say you just want us to match.” You tease, laughing at how his engine outright purrs at your words.

Oh, if only you knew how right you were.

Matching, like a couple, like the couple he desperately wants you two to be, loudly claiming you as his.

[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 😭

[michaela-o]

A few more sketches 🥹🧡

And a very unfinished sketch of Elita🛐