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gardens-light · 3 days ago

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Flirtatious Company

After a chaotic run-in with Decepticon scouts, Wheeljack crash-lands in Earth’s dense, wilderness forest near Wolf Lake, Stranded in the middle of nowhere with a damaged ship, he's expecting trouble—but not in the form of a curious dog and its wary human owner..

As an unexpected storm rolls in, an unlikely bond begins to form. With flirtatious banter, subtle tension, and a slow growing trust, Wheeljack explores what happens when two very different worlds collide—and just maybe, discover something worth coming back for.

Content: TFP Wheeljack x F/Human Reader. Slow burn. Strangers to Lovers. F Receiving Oral. Face Sitting Kink. P in V. Size Kink. Fluff/Smutt. Mild Courage Language.

Word Count: 8,500

Inspired Song: Eastside- Benny. B, Halsey, Khalid

Wheeljack's servos gripped the controls of his small starship- The Jack Hammer, his processor running hot with frustration as he fought to keep the craft steady. Smoke filled the cockpit, the flashing emergency lights painting everything in erratic pulses of red and white. The ship jolted violently, alarms blaring in his audials.

“Scrap.” The Wrecker snarled through gritted denta, gripping the malfunctioning controls as the small scout ship tumbled through Earth’s atmosphere like a flaming comet.

It had been a simple recon mission, a routine patrol on the outskirts of Cybertronian space, when a pack of Decepticon scouts ambushed him. He’d taken a few of them out before they got a lucky shot in—right through his nav system. Now, with only minimal control, he was on a one-way trip to whatever patch of dirt and rock happened to be below him.

The windshield displayed a rapidly approaching landscape of green and brown, thick forests stretching across the terrain. He didn’t have time to scan for a proper landing zone. The Wrecker could already feel the ship losing altitude, the power reserves draining fast.

"Hold together, girl," he muttered, pulling every bit of power into stabilizing the descent, flipping switches in vain as warning lights blared all around him.

The Jack Hammer slammed through the thick canopy of trees, branches snapping like toothpicks as the hull tore through the foliage. The impact sent him lurching forward in his seat, harness straining against the force. Metal screeched as the ship skidded along the forest floor, carving a deep trench through the earth before finally grinding to a halt with a heavy groan of twisted steel.

Wheeljack exvented sharply, pressing a servo against his chassis to still the thrum of his spark. His optics flickered as he checked his HUD—damage reports scrolling rapidly. The ship was wrecked. No immediate explosions, but he wasn’t flying out of here anytime soon.

"Well, ain't this just my luck," he muttered.

Stepping out of the cockpit, the forest around him was dense, tall pines stretching high above, their scent thick in the air. The ground was littered with fallen leaves and scattered debris from his rough landing. Optics scanning the area, Wheeljack crouched beside the wreckage, examining the worst of the damage.

The engines were completely shot. The communications array? Fried. He wasn’t sending out any signals to Team Prime anytime soon.

Just as he was about to pull open a damaged panel, a sudden rustling nearby made him freeze.

Wheeljack’s optics sharpened as he turned toward the foliage to his right. Instincts kicking in, and in an instant, his twin swords were drawn, their edges gleaming in the dappled sunlight breaking through the canopy.

His optics narrowed. Decepticon scouts? A human retrieval unit or something?

The underbrush rustled again, and a blur of motion leapt toward him.

Wheeljack barely had time to process what he was looking at before the animal—clearly some kind of Earth species—bounded up to him, tail wagging furiously, tongue lolling from its mouth in a pant.

"What in the pits—?" he muttered, stepping back slightly.

The creature didn't seem to care. It barked, hopping in place, looking at the Wrecker as though he was the most exciting thing it had seen all day. Wheeljack hesitated, one servo still gripping the hilt of his sword.

It wasn’t dangerous. That much was clear. But before he could decide whether to shoo it away or just ignore it, another sound caught his attention—a voice.

"Dodger! Get back here!"

Wheeljack’s optics flicked back up , following the sound.

A human. Female, if my audials are picking up correctly.

You stepped cautiously into the clearing, slowing as your gaze locked onto Wheeljack. As your curiosity melted into stark fear, as your brain struggled to register exactly what you were looking at.

Eyes went wide. Posture stiffened.

Fragging organics.

Wheeljack knew that look. That sharp inhale which meant you were seconds away from either screaming or bolting. Maybe both.

---

His first instinct? Disappear.

Humans weren’t supposed to see Cybertronians, not if Team Prime could help it. Too much risk, too many questions.

The Autobots might play nice with ‘em, but Wheeljack wasn’t an Autobot in the traditional sense. He didn’t answer to Prime’s rules.

On the other hand… you'd already seen him.

If I... let her run, what were the odds she’d tell someone? Report a 'crash' to the authorities? Call for help? Wheeljack grumbled. I dont need human interference on top of this already slagged situation of mine.

The dog—Dodger, apparently—was still wagging its tail, completely oblivious to the tension in the air.

With a low sigh, he slowly released the grip on his swords, sheathing them away.

“Well,” Wheeljack lowly spoke, shifting his weight as he folded his arms, “didn’t think my first visitor on this rock would be someone so... small.”

Your breath hitched, h-holy shit! This... thing... is talking to me?!

Dodger barked again, tail thumping happily against the dirt, patiently waiting for pats.

Wheeljack smirked. At least someone was enjoying the introduction.

Wheeljack’s optics flickered between you and your dog—Dodger, who was still wagging his tail like this was the best day of his life. But you, however, wasn’t nearly as enthusiastic.

You were stiff, shoulders drawn tight. A scream bubbling in your throat- contemplating weather to let out to the world, or hold it in.

Wheeljack optics softened slightly, the way you were looking at him—the sheer terror in your expression—made something twist uncomfortably in his spark.

He wasn’t a Decepticon. He didn’t want to scare you.

He watched you take a slow, cautious step backward, hand moving in a subtle way—trying to get Dodger's attention without making any sudden moves.

Wheeljack shifted his weight slightly, raising his servos in what he hoped was a non-threatening gesture.

"Hey, relax," he said, keeping his tone even. "If I wanted to hurt ya, I would’ve done it already."

Alright... Maybe not the best choice of words-

But the second he shifted, just the tiniest bit, your nerves finally snapped. Breath hitched, and in a split-second, you turned on your heel and ran.

“Dodger! Come!” you called desperately, voice high with fear.

The dog hesitated for half a second before scrambling after you.

Wheeljack cursed under his breath, watching as you bolted without a second thought. Don't blame her, really... if I were a squishy little organic and just ran into a seven-foot-tall armored alien, I'd probably do the same-

But then he saw it—the terrain ahead. Wheeljack's optics widened.

“Hey, wait—!” he called, but it was too late.

You barely made it three strides before your foot got caught on an exposed root. Ankle twisted, balance thrown off completely. You pitched forward with a sharp cry, unable to catch yourself as the momentum carried you toward the steep incline of the forest hillside.

Wheeljack’s instincts kicked in before he could think, he lunged forward. Metal servos wrapping around you, stopping your descent just in time. Breath gasping as you clung to the cold, smooth plating of his index digits, fingers trembling.

For a second, all you could hear was the pounding of your own heart. The world seemed to slow down, as the Wrecker remained quiet for a moment, allowing your brain time to process everything.

Wheeljack carefully lifted you closer to him, ensuring you wasn’t harmed. “Whoa, easy there, darlin’,” he muttered, voice surprisingly soft. “That coulda been nasty.”

Swallowing thickly, forcing yourself to look up at him. His glowing blue optics locked onto yours, sharp and alert, but not unkind. You expected menace, something predatory in those robotic features. Instead... you found something else entirely.

Amusement. Curiosity. A hint of exasperation, even.

“Usually, I’m not the mech that the femmes fall for,” Wheeljack quipped, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.

The sheer ridiculousness of the comment—especially after saving you. Blinking in surprise, and then, despite everything, you let out a breathless, disbelieving chuckle.

Something that made Wheeljack's smirk grow a little more.

Wheeljack carefully loosened his grip, helping you back to solid ground. Surprisingly mindful of his strength, allowing you to lean against his frame, as he knelt beside you. Once stable, a slow breath escaped you, placing both hands on your knees, testing movement.

Swallowing hard, glancing up at him. “You, uh… you caught me...?”

The wrecker gave you is typical charming grin, “yeah, well... can’t have you tumbling into the unknown, now can we?”

"So...” you exhaled, brain still catching up with reality. "What exactly are you?”

“Now that’s a loaded question.” Wheeljack tilted his helm, considering for a moment before answering. “Long story short? Name’s Wheeljack. I’m a Cybertronian.” He gestured vaguely toward the ruined ship behind him. “Some assholes caused my ship to crashland and now I need to fix it.”

Your eyes flickered toward the smoking wreckage, mind spinning. A-Aliens...? Aliens... are... real...?

Dodger barked suddenly, startling you from your thoughts. His small head looking up, the sky had darkened considerably, thick clouds rolling in above the treeline. You didn't realize that the wind picked up, rustling the canopy, nor the scent of rain heavy in the air.

Wheeljack quirked a optical ridge. “Something wrong?”

"Yeah..." you heavily sighed. "I forgot that a fucking winter storm is rolling in, but... if I quickly hike the 3 miles back to my lake house, I should easily avoid the rain." Pausing for a moment, your eyes flickered back to the Jack Hammer, “so… how exactly are you gonna fix that?”

Wheeljack glanced at the smoking remains of his vessel, optics flickering over the torn metal, busted thrusters, and the deep trench it had carved into the earth.

The Wrecker shrugged. “I’ll figure it out. The ol' girl has been in worse shapes than this.”

Your brows lifted, clearly unconvinced. “You crash-landed in the middle of nowhere, with half your ship in pieces. You sure about that?”

A chuckle escaped the Wrecker, “darlin’, I’ve gotten outta worse scrapes than this. Just need time, and maybe... a bit of luck.”

You gave him a skeptical look but didn’t argue.

Turning his attention to the terrain, mentally mapping out the uneven forest floor.

If my ship had landed somewhere flatter, I would have considered transforming and offering her a ride back.

But the wreckage, thick roots, and steep hills would clearly damage is altmode- and that was something he certainly couldn't offered. Wheeljack turned his attention back to you, watching you subtly call your dog again, as you stared at your map. Trying to mentally figure out which hiking trail would get you home quicker.

Dodger barked at Wheeljack again, as if impatient for your solution, his tail wagging in anxious little flicks.

Wheeljack glanced at the sky again. The storm was moving in fast. The clouds thickened, the air heavier with humidity, and a distant roll of thunder growled through the forest.

He let out a sigh, rolling his shoulders. “Alright, darlin. Looks like you’re bunkin’ with me for a bit.”

A startled yelp escaped you, instinctively grasping at the Wrecker's plating as he lifted you off the ground. “What do you mean—?Whoa, hey—! What are you doing?!”

��Relax.” Wheeljack casually spoke, carrying you towards his ship. “Not leavin’ you out here to get drenched and hurt yourself. I got room inside.”

Dodger barked excitedly, trotting alongside, as Wheeljack carried you within his palm. Maneuvering past some of torn plating, stepping up into the cockpit where the interior was still relatively intact.

Smoke had settled into the cracks of the cockpit, a few sparking wires flickered from exposed panels. The metal walls were dented, panels shifted out of place from the rough landing.

Lowering you carefully onto the co-pilot seat, making sure you were as comfortable as possible, before lounging into his pilot seat.

You stared at Wheeljack for a moment, something unreadable within your expression. “You’re... a lot more careful than I expected.”

Wheeljack huffed a chuckle, leaning back slightly. “What, you think ‘cause I’m a big scary alien, I don’t know how to be gentle?”

Shrugging, a small smirk tugged at the corner of your lips. “Didn’t really know... what to expect, honestly.”

The Wrecker chuckled once more, before kneeling in front of the control panel. Laying upon his back and crawling beneath it, the sound of metal scraping against metal filled the cockpit as he pried open a ruined panel.

Sparks flickered as he dug through the exposed wiring, muttering to himself. "Just...need to reroute what little power left to the backup systems, running long enough to properly fix a few things."

“You're... actually quite good at this." Your eyes flickered across the main control panel, watching parts of it flicker back to life.

Wheeljack scoffed. “Darlin, I’ve been buildin’ and breakin’ things since before your species figured out how to make fire.”

You blinked, eyes widening slightly. “That’s... a lot to unpack.”

He smirked, tapping the bottom of the control panel. “I’ll dumb it down for ya—this ain’t my first rodeo.”

Exhaling, shaking your head with a small chuckle. Despite the insanity of the situation, you had to admit… the tension from earlier faded a little. Is it his casual attitude? Or maybe the fact that he didn’t seem interested in hurting me at all?

Lightning slashed across the sky outside, illuminating the darkened corners of the cockpit for a fleeting second, before vanishing into the pitch-black of the storm. Wind howled through the dense forest, shaking the trees as rain pounded relentlessly against the hull of Wheeljack’s ship.

Wheeljack continued to work in awkward silence, optics narrowed as he stripped another ruined wire and reconnected it to the backup power conduit.

Then—the lights cut out. Completely.

The sudden darkness swallowed the cockpit, save for the faint golden glow of the emergency lights. A dull hum reverberated through the walls, and thin lines of light now traced the floor toward the sealed exit hatch—just enough to navigate by without tripping over loose plating or exposed conduits.

Wheeljack ex-vented, setting his tool down and wiggling out from beneath the control panel. “Well... Ain’t that just a stroke of some fraggin luck?”

You couldn't help but let out a small sound, adjusting yourself in the seat. Dodger shifted beside you, ears perking up at the sudden change.

“What happened?”

��Ship’s prioritizing power reserves. The non-essentials just got cut, leaving only the necessary lighting and heating online-”

A soft grumble, interrupted him.

Wheeljack’s optics flickered toward you, catching the way you shifted uncomfortably in the co-pilot seat. Arms wrapped around your stomach.

“How... long have you been out here?” his tone more curious than accusatory.

You hesitated. “Uh… since this morning...”

Wheeljack gave you a look. “And you didn’t pack any food?”

“No… I wasn’t planning on hiking further than I normally do, due to a storm that I forgotten about. Or did I expect to be temporary abducted by a ridiculously tall alien. ”

The Wrecker scoffed slightly, "fair enough."

Pushing himself up from the console and walking towards a storage compartment. Digging through it, searching for anything remotely edible for you. His servo landed on something small, crinkly, and definitely not Cybertronian.

Wheeljack frowned before realization dawned. Miko. That little gremlin must’ve stashed her junk food in, the last time she was aboard. He could practically hear her cheeky laughter.

Shaking his helm, pulling out a bag of chips and a protein bar, glancing back at you. “Here.”

You blinked, catching the snacks. “Where did you even get this?”

Wheeljack smirked, leaning against the wall. “Let’s just say I’ve got a human friend who stows away in my ship when she ain’t supposed to. She’s got a habit of leavin’ things behind.” He smirked, grabbing another bag and tossing it towards you. “Go ahead, eat. Ain’t no use starvin’ while waiting this storm out.”

“…Thanks,” you muttered, opening the protein bar. Dodger immediately perked up at the sound of crinkling plastic, his tail wagging as he nudged your arm, clearly very interested in sharing.

Wheeljack chuckled, popping open another compartment and pulling out a small container of energon. It glowed a soft cyan in his servo, casting eerie blue shadows in the dimness.

You paused mid-bite, staring at it. “What’s that?”

“My kind of fuel,” twisting the cap and downing a sip. Wheeljack gave you his usual cocky grin. “Don’t worry, I’m not about to start chompin’ on your food.”

Rain pelted against the hull in steady sheets, growing louder as the storm settled in overhead. Outside, the forest was cloaked in shadows, but inside the battered ship, the cockpit held a strange sense of warmth.

Yet, you couldn't help but watch Wheeljack lean back in the pilot’s seat, one leg bent, the other stretched out casually. Your eyes gazing at the way the glowing liquid pulsed faintly in the container, as it slowly drank it. It was… kind of mesmerizing, actually.

Your gaze continued to take in more of his frame, which was marked with dirt and superficial scrapes from the crash, but his energy signature had evened out.

“Hey... Wheeljack...” you finally spoke, gaining his undivided attention, “thanks. For… you know. Letting me and Dodger crash here for a bit- oh! I'm Y/N, by the way.”

Wheeljack grinned, leaning his helm back against the back of his seat. “Anytime, darlin.”

Another beat passed before you spoke again. “So… what were you doing here? On Earth? I mean... you don’t exactly look like you came for sightseeing.”

Wheeljack huffed a quiet laugh. "Like I said earlier, got into a bit of a scuff with some assholes, which caused me to crashland. Plus, I'm a Wrecker, crashin and breakin things, is what we do."

You blinked. "A... what?"

He gave you a proud little smirk. “Wrecker. Kind of like… a demolition squad. Special forces back on Cybertron- my home planet. We go into places no one else would survive. Dig up enemy outposts, track down Con's, sabotage supply lines—clean up the mess no one else wants to touch. Dirty, dangerous work. The kind where you either finished it… or you didn’t come back.”

You blinked, lowering your food slightly. "That... sounds intense"

He gave a lazy shrug. “It was. Still is, when the job calls for it. Back then, I ran with a crew that stuck together no matter what. Me and Bulkhead? We used to be tighter than any weld line.”

You tilted your head slightly, curiosity softening your gaze. “Bulkhead?”

“My old partner,” Wheeljack said, a rare fondness softening his tone. “We raised hell across half the galaxy. Got in trouble more times than I can count. He always had a bigger spark than a brain, but he had your back without question.”

“What happened to him?”

“He settled down,” Wheeljack said, his grin returning. “Joined Team Prime. You know—Optimus’ gang? Bulk and the rest of the gang chill here on this rock, defending it from Con's, while tryin to rebuild our home.”

“So… that means you follow your bos...Optimus too?”

Wheeljack barked a laugh. “Pfft—me? Please.” He waved off the idea like it offended him. “Don’t get me wrong, Optimus is noble—one of the best mechs out there. I respect the guy. But me?" the Wrecker tapped his chestplate. "I’ve never been big on the whole ‘chain of command’ thing. I don’t follow rules unless they’re written in explosives.”

You raised a brow, amused. “So, you’re basically a space cowboy?”

“Pretty much. Never stay in one place too long. Get in, do the job, move on. I’ve been to more planets than I can count. Some with three moons, others with nothing but ice. And plenty with fascinating native species…” He paused, glancing at her with a sly smirk, “which I’ve been known to explore from time to time.”

The word hung in the air for a moment.

Your eyes widened just slightly. “…Are you implying…?”

He winked with a smug look. “Let’s just say diplomacy comes in many forms.”

You snorted into her protein bar, choking on a laugh. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Hey, no judgment. We all find ways to learn about a culture. Some of us just prefer the... hands-on approach.”

Another laugh escaped you, genuinely this time. Despite the absurdity of everything, you found Wheeljack was… oddly easy to talk to. His confidence didn’t come off as arrogance—more like someone who had truly seen too much to be bothered with pretending otherwise.

“So…” you began slowly questioning, adjusting your position in the oversized co-pilot seat. Curiosity getting the better of you more than it should. “When you say you’ve, uh, explored other species… what exactly does that mean?”

Wheeljack chuckled, the kind of rich, raspy sound that rumbled low in his chassis. His optics flicked with amusement, knowing full well where this was going.

“Well,” he drawled, his tone dripping with mischief, “you’d be surprised how many intelligent species are out there across the stars. Some of ’em are not half-bad company, once you get past the tentacles and communication differences.”

You paused in mid-bite of the protein bar. "Tentacles?"

“Only one time. Learned real fast not to ask about mating rituals unless you’re ready for a show.” He gave you a pointed look, laughing when you visibly cringed.

“There was this planet, Veltraxis-9. Swampy terrain, had these bioluminescent creatures with skin like polished crystal. One of ‘em tried to barter mating rights with me by throwing bio-fruit at my head. Had to fight off three of their siblings just to get back to my ship. Whole species thought a good brawl was a love letter.”

You laughed, pressing a hand to your mouth. “That’s amazing. Sounds like you’ve lived one hell of a life.”

Wheeljack chuckled, sipping from his energon cup again. “Let’s just say boredom’s never been a problem.”

You fell silent for a beat, thoughtful.

Then—almost too casually—asking, “So… have you ever, y’know… explored a human?”

Wheeljack choked on his energon, placing the cup onto the main console while coughing. Optics flickering as he stared at you in stunned disbelief. "“W-what? No! I—I’ve met humans. Bulk and Team Prime’s got great ones around 'em. They're brave. Smart. Loud, but none are... I'm not going there! Plus you guys are so small. Fragile. Squishy. Not exactly built for compatibility with seven-ton alien mechs.”

You hummed thoughtfully, casually stroking Dodger's ears while the dog dozed peacefully beside you upon the co-pilot seat. “Sounds like someone’s lacking imagination.”

Wheeljack’s optics widened. “E-Excuse me?”

A smile faintly teased your lips, not even bothering to meet his gaze as you added smoothly, “It’s all about positions, Jackie.”

The Wrecker paused for a moment, spark slowly picking up it's pace as his processor begun to wonder. “…Alright,” he said at last, avoiding eye contact but definitely not hiding his curiosity. “You’ve got me wondering now.”

You blinked, feigning innocence again. “About what?”

“You know what.” He gave you a sideways glance, arms folding over his chassis. “You said it’s all about positions. Which position would even work?”

“Oh? You really want to know?”

“I wouldn’t’ve asked if I didn’t.”

“Alright, Hypothetically speaking?”

“Sure,” Wheeljack said smoothly, leaning a little closer, his curiosity piqued.

“Well…” your voice trailed off, tapping your chin thoughtfully. “There’s one that might work pretty well."

Sitting up just a little straighter, voice dropping just a touch more playful. “Imagine this—you’re on your back, nice and steady. I’m on top, sitting…” your hand raised to gesture vaguely around the level of his face. “Right about here-nice and comfortable."

Wheeljack blinked slowly, optics dimming just slightly as he processed that.

"And you…" you smirked, giving him one last teasing little glance, "would get to use... that mouth and sharp tongue of yours to explore me.”

Your grin widened as the Wrecker's engine purred, curiosity upon his faceplates melting into all sorts of mischief. As his words slipped out as a moan, "Oh... darling."

---

Your fluttered within your chest, holding Wheeljack’s gaze, as the air between you molten.

Every part of you buzzed with adrenaline. Unbelievable. Yet, here you both were crossing a invisible line with an ease that felt frighteningly natural.

Wheeljack's optics burned a vivid, focused blue, his ventilations slow but deliberate, his massive frame laying stretched out upon his berth beneath you. He didn’t move—didn’t dare move—as he watched with a hungry patience, as if giving you full control of the moment was some sacred offering.

Without breaking eye contact, you reached for the button of your trousers, fingers deliberately slow and popping it free. You could feel Wheeljack’s optics trailing your every movement, practically hearing the faint hum in his plating as you slid the fabric down your legs, revealing soft skin inch by inch. Underwear followed, pooling at your ankles before kicking both garments aside, leaving yourself in just hour oversized shirt that barely skimmed the tops of your thighs.

Wheeljack ex-vented sharply, the plating along his throat flexing with restrained tension. His servos clutching tightly onto the plush covers of his berth, optics greedily traced the newly revealed curves before him.

Hard, cold plating met your warm skin, the contrast sending shivers up your spine, while straddling his broad chestplate, knees braced wide for balance.

The size difference was startling up close like this.

You felt ridiculously small as you straddled his chassis, the slope of Wheeljack's armor creating a perfect perch for you- and it utterly thrilled you. The power difference, the way Wheeljack so easily could dominate you if he wanted, made heat coil tightly between your thighs.

Fingertips softly tracing his lips, as you leaned in closer. Your voice a playful, husky whisper. "Can I?"

The growl that rumbled from Wheeljack's frame in response was nothing short of feral. His optics burned into you, bright and unwavering.

"Oh baby... you don't even gotta ask." He rasped, voice thick with hunger.

Shifting your hips, sinking down carefully onto his faceplate, positioning your core directly over the his mouth. Bracing yourself by planting your hands against his forehelm, biting your lip at the sheer wrongness and rightness of the sensation—the faint mechanical hum of Wheeljack's systems vibrating against you.

Wheeljack let out a low, guttural growl of approval, his optics shuttering closed as he tilted his helm back slightly for better access. His warm glossa, textured with faint ridges that pressed and explored your folds with a slow, savouring precision that made your thighs tremble.

"F-Fuck!" the curse slipped from you in a gasp. Your fingers scratching and marking up the paint upon his forehelm, as your hips rocked against him instinctively.

Wheeljack groaned again, the sound vibrating up through your most sensitive places. He lapped slowly at first, savoring the taste of you, experimenting with careful, firm strokes of his glossa. Every movement seemed designed to coax out a reaction, to learn exactly how to make you squirm atop him.

As you grinded down against his mouth, seeking more. His servos finally letting go of the plush fabric of his berth, caressing your thighs with a gentle touch. Raising his servos just enough to hold you steady by your thighs, anchoring you exactly where he wanted you.

Wheeljack’s mouth worked with expert, unrelenting focus—every flick of his tongue, every deep, hungry suck drawing you closer and closer to the edge.

You clutched at his forehelm, moaning loudly, thighs quivering around his face as the coil inside you finally snapped, bouncing against his glossa. Mewling the Wrecker's name, as he explored your velvety walls.

Wheeljack groaned beneath you, venting hot air against your soaked core, servos gripping your thighs tighter to holding you steady, as you rode out every last tremor. Wheeljack didn’t stop—Primus, he savored it. Your essence coated his glossa, slick and heady, dripping down onto his lips, cheeks, and the seams of his mouth.

Wheeljack's glossa- hot, textured, insistent- swirled and flickered expertly against your swollen clit, while every hungry growl of his sent electric shocks bolting straight through you.

P-Primus! She's driving me wild! Her taste... Her overload... how it better than the richest, most potent energon I've ever sampled? Sweet, sharp and oh so fragging intoxicating!

"Scrap... you're addictive!" his greedy words escaped, just before pressing his mouth even harder against your dripping heat. Drinking your essence in, like a starved mech.

Your vision blurred, body trembling as you feel the orgasm building deep in your core, the tension coiling so tight it almost hurt.

Wrapping his lips fully around your clit, drawing hard, as his glossa delivering quick, precise strokes against your entrance- and that was it.

Head falling back, a broken, desperate moan escaping you and filling his private quarters. "Jackie!"

The climax ripped through you like a tidal wave. Pleasure zapping across your neves- white hot and overwhelming. Your thighs clamping around his helm, fingers pulling at the seams of his forehelm without thought. Needing something to hold onto as you rode out the shuddering wrecking upon your body.

Your essence spilled over the Wrecker, slick and dripping across his glossa, lips and down his sharp cheekplates. Wheeljack growled, low and satisfied, the sound vibrating deep into you as he licked and sucked every drop from your folds. His glossa sliding into every slick curve, mouth exploring with single-minded worship. Wheeljack's fan whirled loudly, struggling to keep his systems from overheating as he devoured you.

Whimpering softly, trembling atop him, still caught in the afterglow. Your body was loose, molten with release, but your teasing, wicked smile never left. Even as you paused for a moment to catch your breath, running your fingers down the side of Wheeljack's faceplates.

"You're... way too good at that."

Wheeljack finally pulled back slightly, optics gleaming up at you with a smug expression of pure satisfaction. His entire mouth, chin, and cheeks glistened with your wetness, licking his lips slowly and deliberately.

"Guess I do... have a little imagination after all." He rasped, the roughness of his voice making your thighs clench again.

"Th-That... was the hottest thing I've ever experienced."

The Wrecker shifted slightly under you, giving your half naked body a slow glance up and down. "Now... you gonna let me keep exploring? Or was that just a... scenic tour?"

Before you could tease back, Wheeljack shifted again with careful ease. Lifting you gently and placing you at the end of his berth, placing a firm pillow beneath your lower back and hips. Adjusting till he felt like you were perfectly supported. Before his servos caressed your thighs, thumbs stroking gentle circles into your skin, subtly exploring your flexibility- feeling the way your joints and muscles move beneath his servos.

Your heart couldn't help but flutter a little, as you watched this ridiculously strong, armoured mech, who could without a doubt tear through his enemies without blinking. Yet treating you with such care and precious touch.

Kneeling down, removing his buckling modesty plate with a low metallic hiss. Your breath caught in your throat as Wheeljack's sleek white and thick spike emerged, the polished surface glinting slightly under the golden hue of the ship's emergency lights. Watching him give it a slow pump, before hesitatingly placing his thick tip close to your core.

Your legs naturally fell further apart for him, simply motioning him closer with your index finger.

Wheeljack groaned under his breath as he coated himself in your arousal, sliding his tip up and down your wetness, savouring the way you trembled beneath him. "Primus, you're soaked."

Slowly- agonizingly slowly- he began to push into you. A rasp, gasp escaped you, fingers clutching onto the soft berth as your dripping core stretched around him. Feeling the slow, delicious sense of Wheeljack filling you inch by careful inch, while he watched your expression for any signs of discomfort.

F-Frag, she's takin me like... she was made... for me.

As Wheeljack pushed deeper, every inch of him stretched you even more- filling you more completely than you could of ever imagined. And when he finally bottomed out, your hips meeting the heavy, solid weight of his plating. A low growl rumbled deep within his chassis, optics glinting while looking at the sight of you stretching around him.

His free servo traced up towards your torso, catching the hem of your top, shoving it up with impatience till your breasts spilled free with a subtle bounce. Dipping his helm towards you, his mouth nipping and sucking upon the soft, sensitive flesh.

A heavy gasp escaped you, as you arched into his touch. The wet heat of his mouth, making your thighs tremble even more with his relentless thrusts against your core. Wheeljack's pace picked up with each passing moment, each movement becoming more desperate and hungry. The berth creaked beneath the pair of you, your breasts bouncing with each hard snap of his hips against yours.

The sound of your moans echoed off the curved metal walls of his private quarters, mixing in with the faint hum of the rainstorm battering against the Jack Hammer's hull.

"H-Harder... Harder-!"

"As you wish, darlin." Wheeljack grunted, his servo upon your hip moved towards your ass and giving it a good sqweeze. Spreading your legs a little more, before pushing his spike deeper into you, "you like it rough, don't you, baby? You like me. Want me to wreck and ruin this pretty frame of yours."

Every thrust pushed you higher, your body singing with pleasure, teetering on the edge of collapse. Both of your movements were a raw, frantic rhythm, condensation built up against Wheeljack's plates. His lips caught yours in a heated kiss, tongues swirling and tangling as you explored each other. Clutching onto his neck cables, as your hips rolled up, meeting his with each rough thrust.

"J-Jackie! I'm-! I'm-!-"

"Overload for me, darlin!" he panted, rutting into you harder and deeper, causing the berth to creak more under the force. "I wanna feel you on my spike! Let go, darlin- let me feel you!"

Your body clenched and fluttered around him, the pressure inside you snapping into a another, overwhelming orgasm. Screaming the Wrecker's name as your nails raked over his servos, scratching into his paint and leaving marks. As your entire body shuddered, coming undone harder than you'd ever had. Wheeljack's thrusts became more erratic and desperate, as he drove into you a few more times before finally shuddering.

"B-By the fraggin AllSpark!"

You felt him spill deep inside you, thick and heavy, as Wheeljack collapsed carefully atop of you, bracing himself upon his elbows. His entire frame trembling from the force of his release.

For a long moment, the only sound were both of your ragged breaths. Wheeljack remained hovering over you for a moment, your bodies still joined in the most intimate way possible. His vents huffed softly against your flushed skin, but his optics were fixed—absolutely locked—on the place where you both were still connected.

There you were, stretched so beautifully around the thick base of his spike, your slick folds glistening, clinging to him as if trying to keep him buried inside.

The sight alone made a shudder rack Wheeljack's entire frame. A deep, strange, overwhelming satisfaction rippled through Wheeljack's systems, something far deeper than simple release.

Bliss. Pure, unfiltered bliss.

He hadn't felt anything like it in centuries. Not after battles. Not after surviving the impossible. Not even during his wildest, reckless nights of pleasure across distant stars.

Nothing—nothing—compared to this.

“Fraggin’… stars,” Wheeljack muttered hoarsely, optics half-lidded, awe etched into every movement. His spike throbbed inside you, his frame vibrating slightly under the overwhelming surge of emotion.

He couldn’t help himself. Leaning down, cradling your face with a large, trembling servo, his thumb brushing tenderly over your flushed cheek, before planting a kiss upon your lips.

It was slow, deep, worshipful. Deliberate. Adoring. The kiss of a mech who had finally found something precious after centuries of believing nothing could ever stir his spark like this again.

A silent praise, silent gratitude pouring from him in a way words could never capture.

Reluctantly—carefully—Wheeljack finally pulled out, letting out a low, shuddering groan as he watched the thick evidence of their joining glisten between your thighs.

For a long moment, neither of you spoke. Simply slumped back against the berth with a heavy breathes, sprawling out as much as you both could. Staring up at the ceiling of his private quarters, listening to the faint hum of the ship's systems and the rain still drumming on the hull.

The heat of the moment ebbed into a lazy, heavy stillness. Both of your bodies slick with the remnants of your union, breathing gradually slowing.

Wheeljack couldn't remember the last time he'd felt so... weightless.

Catching your breath first, turning your head to look up at him-and out of nowhere, a soft giggle bubbled up from your throat.

The Wrecker raised an optic ridge, voice low and rough-edged from exertion. "What's so funny, darlin?"

Softly, playfully biting your bottom lip, as your eyes sparkled with mischief. "I was just thinking... you're probably gonna be in so much trouble with your boss, if he'd find out you've been... y'know... exploring the native species of Earth."

Wheeljack barked a low laugh, the sound vibrating through his frame. Without a word, he reached over, strong but gentle, and effortlessly scooping you up. Causing a tiny squeak of surprise to escape you, as he shifted, maneuvering you stomach-first across his broad, warm chassis.

You relaxed instantly against him, cheek resting against the smooth, humming metal. Feeling the steady, powerful thrum of his spark deep inside its chamber, the rhythmic pulse beating against your heart in a strange, beautiful sync.

Wheeljack ran a single large digit through your tangled hair, the touch slow and affectionate—tracing lazy, soothing paths. Tilting his helm slightly, peering down at your small form sprawled over him, and smiled—really smiled.

"Darlin," he murmured, voice filled with his usual flirtatious tone. “I don’t care what Prime—or anybody—thinks. I’m the only one who decides how much trouble something’s worth, and tonight?... Tonight was worth all the trouble in the galaxy."

The Next Morning

A warm beam of morning light pushed through the small slats in the ship’s damaged hull, catching the dust in golden shafts as the storm outside gave way to a quiet dawn. The ship continued its steady rhythm, though a few weak sparks occasionally flickered from the cockpit wiring.

You stirred slowly, breath catching with the faint ache in your core. Dodger's quiet tail thumped gently against the berth, staring at you with bright, expectant eyes. Turning your head, smiling sleepily as the dog nuzzled into your, happy to see you awake. Looking to your side and let out a soft, amused breath, as Wheeljack had left a half-crushed packet of Miko’s snacks and a small water bottle on a nearby console beside the berth.

Your smile widened just a little, as your gaze raked over a holo-pad with a message written:

Mornin Darlin, I'm afraid your pup got into Miko's snacks during our... 'exploration' last night, so blame him for the lack of nutrients. Be outside fixin the engine. Yell if you need anythin - Wheeljack

Reaching for one of the snack bars, opening it and taking a few slow bites, before washing it down with the water. Petting Dodger's head, murmuring a soft "Morning, boy," before brushing hair from your face. Heart fluttering, butterflies entangling your nerves, as your gaze looked at the floor beside the console. Gratitude swelling inside your chest, noticing that Wheeljack neatly folded your jeans and draping them over your hiking backpack.

A man in the streets, yet a Wrecker in the sheets.

The distant sound of metal clanking and muttered Cybertronian swears caught your attention as you got dressed. Curious, sliding out of the berth. Dodger followed, tail wagging, as you made your way to the open hatch and stepped outside the ship.

The air was crisp and cool, filled with the earthy scent of wet pine and moss.

Wheeljack crouched beside the smoldering engine core near the rear of the Jack Hammer, leaning in with his helm lowered and a servo inside the panel. His expression tight, optics narrowed in frustration.

“Morning,” you called softly, careful not to startle him.

Wheeljack paused mid-tinker, glancing over his shoulder with a smirk, a light teasing tone lingering within his words. “Morin darlin, sleep well?”

A smile tugged the corners of your lips, "of course I did, big boy... perhaps we could shower together next time."

The Wrecker's engine purred as he leaned against the Jack Hammer's open hood, his smirk briefly turning devilish before a Cybertronian curse escaped his mouth. Pain zapping throughout his frame as his servo slightly slipped within the engine, ruining the vivid images your words painted within his processor.

“What’s wrong?”

Wheeljack huffed, tapping the bottom of the engine's hood with the edge of a knuckle. “There's a busted conduit buried behind some bracework, but I can’t get to it. My servos are too damn big to reach into the slot.”

You raised an eyebrow. “So... you need smaller hands?”

He glanced at you, optics blinking in brief confusion. “I didn’t say that.”

“Didn’t have to. I’ve worked on my Jeep a few times—mostly patches and hose fixes. I can do tight engine spaces. Plus, I’m small enough to fit in there. You just gotta talk me through it.”

Wheeljack hesitated, optics flickering as he eyed the open space, then you. It felt… odd. Letting a human into a Cybertronian engine. But he didn’t have many options, and you wasn’t exactly fragile, last night proved that.

“…Alright,” he said, nodding slowly, then kneeling to your level and offering a servo. “C’mon. I’ll lift you in.”

Gently scooping you up with both servos, easing you toward the open engine, letting you lean in headfirst, while using your hips to balance yourself against the outside frame of the hood. One servo planted just lightly against your hip to anchor you. “Let me know if you need me to pull you back.”

“Got it.”

“Alright—see that fuse-link just left of the orange wire? That’s the busted one. You’ll need to wiggle it free, then snap the spare in place just above it.”

You nodded, hand reaching carefully through the coils. Your jeans stretching as you leaned deeper into the engine, pressing against Wheeljack’s steady servo.

As you followed his instructions, Wheeljack kept his optics locked on your movements. More specifically… the way the jeans hugged your figure, especially with you bent over like that.

His gaze lingered.

The soft denim curved perfectly across your ass, pressing tight with every subtle shift of your body. His digit moved instinctively—just a light brush, testing texture, warmth, softness.

Primus.

He shouldn’t have noticed. He really shouldn’t have noticed. And the images within his processor, of his servos caressing and squeezing your ass last night certainly wasn't helping.

His digit twitched.

Optics flickered slightly as his digits rested against your hip. And then—just barely— sliding down… brushing against the curve of your ass.

A soft, surprised sound escaped you—half gasp, half involuntary “Oh…”

His engine purred. Literally. Giving a deep, involuntary thrumming noise—low and unmistakably pleased.

Scrap.

His servo snapped back like he’d been burned, expression stiffening as he immediately turned his gaze towards Dodger, who sat by the ship, ears perked and watching with an expression that could only be described as judgmental.

“I wasn’t doing anything,” Wheeljack muttered, barely audible, more to himself than the dog.

Dodger squinted, tilting his head as if somehow knowing the connection between you and Wheeljack.

Wheeljack groaned, dragging a servo down his faceplates. “Not. One. Word.”

He cleared his throat and spoke louder, turning his attention back to you. “Alright, uh—slide the spare connector up two inches and twist it clockwise. Should lock into place.”

Wheeljack kept his servo steady, his processor desperately trying not to drift back to the way you softly moaned and subtly pushed your ass into the contact.

“Alright, now shift it two degrees left. You should hear a soft hiss—that means the line’s realigned.”

“Copy that,” you called back from inside the narrow engine compartment.

Adjusting your grip, reaching deeper into the cluster of wires and glowing conduits. Fingers fumbled for the right component, brushing metal and coolant lines. The gap was tighter than you thought. I... just need to reach a little further-

“Whoa—!”

Before panic could fully sink in, Wheeljack’s servos shot back to your hips, both servos firmly catching you just in time. His digits splayed wide keeping you from slipping, thumbs unintentionally pressing snug against the curve of your ass, holding you in place with startling precision.

“I gotcha, darlin” he said quickly, voice sharp, trying to mask the growing heat in his systems. “You’re good.”

“…Good catch,” you teased, voice low and amused, as Wheeljack carefully placed you back onto solid ground. “Lucky I wasn’t wearing a skirt, huh?”

Wheeljack’s systems faltered for a full second. “Primus…” he muttered under his breath, not sure if he was praying or cursing.

You laughed softly, the sound low and unbothered, and that only made it worse.

The low hiss of the engine igniting suddenly drew both of your attention as the power hummed back to life, the circuits responding smoothly to the completed repair.

Wheeljack exhaled. “Engine’s finally all fixed."

You raised an brow, crossing your arms, turning to glance back at the ship. Eyes scanning the hull with slow, deliberate skepticism: the twisted metal plating on the starboard side, the scorched edge of the wing panel, the multiple deep dents gouged along the frame from where it had plowed through the forest, and—of course—the cockpit, which looked like it had gone ten rounds with a sledgehammer and lost.

You looked back at him, brow arching higher. “Fixed?”

Wheeljack shrugged one shoulder and gave a small, shameless grin. waving a dismissive servo.

“The important stuff’s patched,” he said, shrugging. “I can control her just fine. Doesn’t have to be pretty—just has to fly.”

“And the torn-up cockpit?”

“Optional interior aesthetic,” he smirked.

“Completely exposed wires?”

“Ambient mood lighting.”

A laughed escaped you, shaking your head. “You’re ridiculous.”

Wheeljack chuckled at that, optics gleaming. “I'm more than happy give you a lift home, unless…”

"Unless what?”

He leaned against the side of the ship with that ever-confident tilt of his hip. “Unless you want a joyride first.”

You blinked. “A joyride? In a ship that just crash-landed less than 24 hours ago?”

Wheeljack spread his arms wide, like it was the best offer in the galaxy. “We’ve got gravity stabilization, minimal smoke, and snacks. What more could you want?”

Before you could answer, Dodger gave sharp bark, looking up at you with his best “are-you-kidding-me” expression.

You grinned, patting the pup’s head. “Yeah, he says no. Thinks the whole ‘joyride’ idea is insane.”

Wheeljack snorted. “Tough crowd.”

Stepping forward slightly, giving him a flirtatious wink. “Still, I wouldn’t say no to a ride home… minus the stunts.”

Wheeljack raised both servos, mock innocence in his optics. “No flips, no barrel rolls. Just a smooth flight home.

Dodger huffed, clearly unsure about all this, but trailed after both of you, as Wheeljack gestured towards the ramp of the Jack Hammer.

---

Wheeljack leaned back in the pilot’s seat, servos dancing over the last row of controls as the ship’s engines rumbled to life. The rear thrusters flared with soft blue energy, and the hull gently lifted off the forest floor. A few sparks flew from one of the battered panels, but the craft held steady.

Dodger barked once from where he sat comfortably next you upon the co-pilot seat, tail wagging in rhythm with the ship’s vibrations.

“Strap in,” Wheeljack said with a grin as he checked his controls.

A chuckle escaped you, shaking your head. “Just get us home in one piece, Big Boy.”

You gave him directions—straight shot through the forest and just a few miles west—but you swore, after a few minutes, that Wheeljack was stalling. The ship tilted, banked, and took a slow lap around Wolf Lake, the morning sun glinting off the water’s surface below.

“Enjoying the view?” you teased, secretly enjoying the slight detour

“Just calibratin’ the balance,” Wheeljack replied smoothly, optics flickering with mischief.

Eventually, the Jack Hammer hovered just above the tree line, cresting over a peaceful clearing where your cabin stood. Nestled perfectly beside the lake, the cozy logwood cabin looked like something straight from a travel magazine. Smoke drifted lazily from the chimney, and the front porch was decorated with a windchime and stacked firewood.

With a rumble and a gentle shift, the ship hovered low enough for Wheeljack to open the side hatch. Leaving his pilot seat, keeping one servo extended. With his usual, deliberate gentleness, scooping you up from the co-pilot seat, cradling you comfortably in his palm as he moved toward the trees closest to your cabin.

Wheeljack lowered, allowing you to sit upright in his palm, legs curled to the side as your hand rested against his thumb for balance.

Reaching the edge of the cabin’s path, he knelt down, lowering you as close to the porch as he could without damaging the ground beneath him.

You didn’t move right away. Instead, you looked up at him, face warm with sincerity.

“Thanks, Wheeljack… for everything.”

Wheeljack scratched the back of his helm, a faint hum pulsing beneath his faceplates as his spark fluttered. “Any decent mech would’ve done the same.”

You tilted your head at him, amused by how awkward he suddenly became.

But then, you paused before leaning forward. And then—without warning— slowly rising onto your tip toes, one hand lightly braced on the edge of his faceplate. Placing a soft, delicate kiss to his cheek.

Wheeljack blinked—completely still—as your lips lingered for just a second longer than necessary. When you pulled back, a faint lipstick mark in soft rose-red had been left behind, subtle, but unmistakable.

Before he could stutter anything that resembled a coherent thought, you gazed at him with a teasing glint in your eye.

“Don't be stranger, Jackie.” You purred lowly, voice dropping even more, words laced with sultry mischief with a smirk upon your lips as you stepped back down from his servo. "I feel like there's still plenty of... exploring for us to do."

Wheeljack’s engine gave an unmistakable purr, loud enough that Dodger tilted his head, curious at the sound. While a sudden influx of lude ideas filled his processor.

A cheeky smile flashed across his faceplate, "wouldn't have it anyother way, darlin. I'll be back before you know it."

Briefly pausing as you took a step upon the porch, you turned back to the Wrecker, sweetly blowing him a kiss as your heart fluttered at his fulfill promise. "Don't keep me waiting."

Wheeljack stood there, momentarily stunned, his spark thrumming faster than it had in centuries. When your door finally clicked shut behind you, he ex-vented hard, whispering to himself, "frag me sideways, I think I've just... sparkbounded with an organic." And I absolutely don't regret it...

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autonomousroboticorganism · 5 months ago

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period madness (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader

summary - your Cybertronian partner finds out just what a human woman's period entails.

warnings - none

a/n - Knock Out's takes place when he defects to the Autobots. also, don't fight me, these are based on my experiences and what helps me.

OPTIMUS PRIME - cramps

While he may not fully understand what's going on and what's happening to your body, he is still extremely attentive and supportive. He is there to provide any comfort you need, and will not hesitate to take one of the other humans out to a convenience store if you need anything. He knows when it's that time of the month because he'll walk into base after another mission and see you laying face-down on the couch.

"Are you okay, (Name)?"

An unintelligible grumble from you was the only response, before Miko spoke for you, "Her cramps are bad this month. Really bad."

Optimus looked back at your figure, then reached over the railing to carefully lift you into one of his servos, ever the gentle giant. If there was one thing he did know during this time, it was that you were somewhat appeased by warmth.

"How was the mission?" You finally looked up at him, eyes glassy with tears from the pain.

"I shall tell you all about it when you are warm and comfortable," the Prime replied, taking you to his room in the base and laying on his berth. He lay you on top of him, right over his spark where it was warmest. "Is this better?"

"Mhmm, much," you sighed in relief and satisfaction, curling up on his warm chassis. "Thank you."

"My pleasure," he smiled, happy that your pain was eased, if only slightly. "Today was quiet, no sign of Decepticon activity. We found an empty Energon mine that had been stripped entirely of its contents."

"Aw, man," you empathised, "I hope you guys find some soon. But I welcome a quiet mission, as opposed to you going out and getting hurt."

It warmed his spark to know that even while you were in pain, you still worried about him getting hurt. He knew you cared very much for him and the team, but he was unaware it was to this extent. He carried on with his story, explaining how they had found something more disturbing than an Energon mine filled with cons. You listened intently despite being overwhelmed by pain in your uterus, happy to be distracted by one of his tales. And it always helped that you liked to listen to his deep voice, because it was soothing to hear.

BUMBLEBEE - emotional

Bumblebee knows a bit more than Optimus, but less than he feels he needs to. So a few days before your period, when you exhibit the warning signs, he asks Miko - with Raf as translator - to help him with research on the topic so he's better prepared to help you. He doesn't want to let you know he does this, but you know and you think it's very cute. And sweet.

He knows when you have it, because on your first day you storm into base looking for him and you cling to him like a little koala. He has no complaints of course, until you end up crying into his arm.

Immediately he's concerned, his little beeps translating in your mind to 'are you okay?' Apart from Raf, you were the only human who could understand what he was saying. Neither of you knew why, but it was so convenient and a happy coincidence that you never questioned it.

"Today I saw a duck," you sobbed, "And you know, it reminded me that Jasper doesn't even have ducks because we don't have any lakes and..."

You rambled on and on, tearfully so, while Bumblebee shot Smokescreen a confused look. Your guardian shrugged.

"She's been emotional all day."

The scout turned his attention back on you and held you up, whirring and beeping in concern. You stopped whatever story you had launched into afterwards and looked at him, before your eyes lit up.

"Ice cream? That sounds great!"

Bumblebee beeped and whirred again, telling Smokescreen where you two were going before transforming and driving off with you. He played some of your favourite music, and eventually you calmed down enough to look at birds and not burst into tears.

Once you had your ice cream, he took you on a nice, long scenic drive. The long way back to the base. You relaxed in his passenger seat, happily eating your cold treat.

"Thanks, Bee," you smiled, "I can always count on you."

The scout beeped back that you're very welcome and he'd do anything for you. And he mentally thanked Raf and Miko for telling him that ice cream might be a good idea for mood swings.

SMOKESCREEN - cravings

The newbie is not as great with human beings as he'd like to be. He'd had to learn a lot since coming to earth, and one of those things was to navigate a relationship with a human being. One that was both his girlfriend and his charge. So throw periods into the mix and you have...a very very confused Autobot. He knows absolutely nothing about periods, stemming from his lack of knowledge about the human anatomy.

"So...why don't human guys bleed?"

"SMOKESCREEN!" You protest with a burning face. "You can't just ask that!"

"I...thought it was a valid question?"

You sighed, "Men don't menstruate because they don't have to have babies." At his clueless expression, you added, "They don't have to give life to what you call sparklings."

"Ohhhh..."

He still didn't understand. Nonetheless, he was eager to help. Anything you asked of him, he tripped over himself in his rush to do it. Anything you wanted or needed, he found a way to get for you. Hugs and kisses? Of course! Cuddles? He would never say no to that. He had grown so fond of and attached to you that he was even clingier than you were on your period. But you thought it was sweet.

"So it hurts...here?" The giant mech prodded your uterus, gently.

"Mhm," you nodded, devouring a slab of chocolate Jack had given to Smokescreen to give to you. "Hey, don't poke me!" You smacked his servo away.

"Sorry," his faceplates burned in embarrassment.

He watches you happily munch on your chocolate, amused that such a small thing could appease you when just moments ago you had been screaming at Ratchet for not knowing about female human anatomy.

KNOCK OUT - body pain

Knock Out knew humans were fragile. He's used that against the Autobots multiple times when he was a Decepticon. But now that he's become an Autobot, he has to be extra careful around you, Jack, Miko, Raf, June and Fowler. Especially you. But it seemed that every month you would go into a state where your body hurt for no reason at all, and it wasn't until June explained to Knock Out what you were experiencing that he finally understood.

"(Name)! Are you okay?!" The medic panicked, rushing to your side the moment he heard a pained whimper come from you.

You were trying to roll over on the couch, but sharp pain erupted in your lower back causing you to let out that sound. You looked up at your concerned boyfriend, pretty optics putting you at ease.

"Mhm, just really sore."

Knock Out looked at June in desperation, and the older woman laughed at the fact that he had once kidnapped her and forced her to play a crueler version of hide-and-seek, but now he was desperately seeking her medical advice.

"I'll get some painkillers and water that you can give her," the nurse stood to go retrieve those items.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" He asked you in the meantime. Knock Out hated feeling useless, helpless, which was a side effect of being criticised so often.

"Pick me up?" You suggested.

The bot was more than happy to oblige, lifting you onto his servo with surprising gentleness. You happily laid on your back on the warm metal, sighing contentedly until your head started to hurt.

"Maybe also poke me in the head?"

"What?! I could kill you!"

"That's kind of the idea. My head is already doing that."

"I will not terminate the one good thing I've managed to earn, thank you very much," he insisted, cooling his free servo and pressing a non-lethal part of it to your temple. "That better?"

The pain in your skull receded, and your body relaxed, "Oh, much better. Thank you, Knock Out."

The bot beamed at the grateful response, "You're very welcome!"

June returned with the painkillers and a bottle of water, which Knock Out carefully handed to you with the servo he had used to ease your headache. He watched you intently as you took the medication, before lying back down on his palm.

"Now just hold me."

The former con eagerly obeyed that command, even taking you to his assigned room in the base and laying with you on top of him on his berth. He placed a servo over your smaller frame, practically blanketing you with it. He further eased your pain by slowly running it up and down your back, gently and affectionately caressing you. The mad doctor had truly changed for the better.

SOUNDWAVE - nausea

Soundwave had taken it upon himself to learn about humans when he'd first taken you. So he knew very well what the warning signs of anger, hunger and cramping meant. He was well-equipped to help you, because this bot is hardly ever ill-equipped for anything. He searches the human internet for things he can do to help ease your pain and make this uncomfortable period of time more bearable for you. So you usually find stuff you need and crave during your period already laid out on his berth when the first day comes.

The Decepticon walked into his berth one of those days to see you happily munching away on the snacks he'd gotten Laserbeak to acquire for you. Speaking of the little bird, you were laying atop one of its wings, and Soundwave always liked to see how comfortable you were around it.

But then a weird look came over your face, and you turned a little sickly. The bot worried that the snacks had done something to you, but you just set them down and curled up, breathing in and out deeply. Soundwave was by your side in a second, touching your shoulder in concern.

"I'm-I'm fine," you reassured him. "Sometimes I just get nauseous. And sometimes it's the snacks that I like that cause it. I can't explain it."

The silent Cybertronian nodded to say he understood, before scooping up into one servo and soothingly rubbing your back with the other. Then he handed you a sugary drink he'd also obtained for you, his screen showing you research saying that something sweet and fizzy might help.

You smiled at him and took the drink, taking a few sips and finding that he was right, "Thank you, Soundwave. I can always rely on you."

His screen showed something else now, a bright red heart. Your cheeks heated up, and your smile became flustered at the gesture. Despite being committed to not speaking at all, he could be expressive and sweet when he wanted to be. His actions always told you more than his screen did, though.

SHOCKWAVE - bodily insecurity/bloating

Like Knock Out and Ratchet, Shockwave is scientifically and biologically knowledgable. He's an expert in all things physical and mental. Unfortunately, he spent so much time on a dead Cybertron that he was completely helpless when he first got attached to you on earth. Fortunately, he was a quick learner and very studious. Meaning he found out pretty quickly what he was meant to do during a time like this. Though sometimes, you still confused him.

Like now, when he walked into the room to see you sitting in front of something that mirrored your reflection. You were frowning and poking your midsection, eyes becoming glassy and bottom lip trembling.

"What has happened?" The intimidating Decepticon approached. "Are you hurt?"

"No," you wailed. "I'm getting fatter!"

"..."

Shockwave was, well, shocked. He never thought once that you were a displeasing weight or size, and he would never mind or care if you were picking up weight. But in this case, it was not true.

"Little one, that is a most illogical statement," he picked you up with his one servo. "You are not looking any different."

"Then explain this!" You cried, poking your stomach again.

Once more, Shockwave failed to see the issue, "You are perfect, my little human. There is nothing wrong with you."

"You're just saying that!"

"Have you ever known me to lie?"

"No..."

"Then cease your worrying," he reassured you. "I understand that on your...period, as you humans call it, you may feel bloated. But that does not mean you have increased in size. It is normal, and it will go away."

That was...oddly comforting.

"Thank you, Shockwave. That means a lot coming from you."

"Good. Now stop crying, little one. I have something to show you."

WHEELJACK - anger/frustration

Wheeljack was generally a lot more sensitive and considerate towards you than anyone else on base, but that doesn't mean that he was perfect. There were times when he didn't mean to offend you or incite your fury, but his actions or words that just tumbled out of his mouth left you shaking. He wasn't aware of human periods until Miko told him about them when you'd first started dating him, but he still continued to piss you off.

"WILL YOU STOP FOR ONE SECOND!" You screamed at the Wrecker one day while you were lounging in front of the TV while watching Jack and Raf play video games.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead were lobbing a giant ball of metal around, as they tended to do every other week, and Bumblebee and Smokescreen had been tempted to join. They promptly changed their minds at the sound of your yell and the glare on your face.

"Sweetheart, we're just playing around," Wheeljack responded calmly, shrugging your attitude off. Bulkhead got nervous, though.

"Well could you go play somewhere else?!" You snarled, rubbing your temples. "You're making my headache even worse!" You were usually irritable on your period, so Wheeljack took this as a sign.

He sighed, "Would you stop being such a buzzkill?"

Dead silence. Everyone beside Wheeljack froze up, knowing that was exactly the wrong thing to say to you at this time. Your eyes narrowed, and you stood up so fast your head spun.

"Well if I'm a buzzkill then I'll just leave!" You spat, storming down the stairs while trying not to burst into tears. Both angry and sad.

"Sweetheart, I didn't mean that," the bot immediately regretted his words, spotting your glassy eyes. "Come here."

"Go away!"

He sighed and grabbed you before you could leave the base, "Where are you going to go? There's nothing but dirt outside this base, sweetheart."

"I'd rather walk across the desert than spend more time arguing with you," you grumbled.

"Alright, alright," he relented. "I'm sorry. Can I make it up to you? We'll go sit in my berthroom and I'll project your favourite movie onto the wall."

"...Fine."

Wheeljack was an idiot, and impulsive, but he sure knew how to charm his way back into your good books. He cuddled you and rubbed your uterus for you, getting help from Miko to get you snacks that would keep your temper at bay.

#transformers #transformers x reader #tfp #tf prime #transformers prime #knock out x reader #smokescreen x reader #bumblebee x reader #wheeljack x reader #soundwave x reader #shockwave x reader #optimus prime x reader #tf prime x reader #transformers prime x reader #tfp x reader

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ihaznoclue · 14 days ago

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I hit send accidentally before I could send in my ask, sorry! (anon who said your work was adorable btw) but could I please request some hc's for how Ratchet, Optimus, Wheeljack and Bulkhead would go about calming down their human s/o who suffers from anxiety?? As someone with anxiety to give you an idea for possible scenarios, sometimes I just wake up not feeling right, like I'll be tense for no reason even though nothing startling/nerve wracking has happened, and this'll cause me to either fiddle with my fingers, bounce my leg if I'm sitting, or startle even to small noises. Hope you're having a good day/evening depending on your timezone!

Pairings -> Ratchet x Reader, Optimus Prime x Reader and Wheeljack x Reader

Warnings -> Anxiety

Note -> They calm you down who suffers from anxiety

Genre -> Fluff

A/N - I did only three because of my request character limit

RATCHET

Depsite him being the grumpy doctor, he still cares even those he loves and hold dear, meaning that Ratchet is deeply concerned about your well-being, especially because he sees your body and mind as something that deserves the same level of care he give to any wounded solider from his past from the war

He's not so great with the emotional pep talks while trying to help you but he does notice straight away, the way your legs bounces or how your finger twitches, even the way you get startled easily from the smallest of sounds

He'll make a quiet note of it and move closer to you without any comment

He'll slowly extend a finger for you to hold or just lightly rest his finger on your shoulder to see if that helps you, it helps ground you with just a small contact

His metal finger is slightly warm.. then he'll gently rub his finger up and down your back while saying nothing

Until he does

"You're alright.. nothing's going to sneak up on you while I'm here"

OPTIMUS PRIME

We all know that Optimus has that deep, ground voice and presence that helps calm you down with just a low hum

He doesn't rush nor pressures you into saying anything while he is just there to stay with you, its quite comforting

Optimus physically positions himself in a way that blocks out all the distractions and sudden noises that startles you, you often find yourself tucked away in a little space either between his fingers or gently and carefully seated on one of his shoulders as he shields you away from the world for just a moment

Maybe he'll try to walk you through some calm breathing or simple sensory observations like 'What do you see right now?' He'll learn something like that from you when you were helping someone

When you are always feeling like your being a irratation to the team or that you're just acting 'silly' for being anxious he would immediately shut out those words

"You're feelings are valid, they do not require justification.. Even when the world is quiet, the mind is not always still. I am here to hold the calm with you until you can feel it too"

WHEELJACK

Wheeljack may come across as being the 'Chaotic wreaker' but when it comes to you, he's always gentle, especially when your anxiety is flaring up

He doesn't always know the right words or actions to do but he knows how to be there for you when you need him the most

He'll most likely try to distract you from anything you are doing like leg bouncing and finger fiddling, he'll try to get you up and try to get you moving

"Hey, c'mon, let's go take the Jackhammer for a spin orrr we can just take a walk if you wanna?"

He'll get Ratchet to try and build you a little stim gadget that you can fidget with

If someone has the audacity to tell you to 'just relax' he is 100% ready to throw hands to that person, he doesn't care if he knows them or not, he's throwing hands!

Or maybe he'll grab Ratchets wrench's and throw it at them, no one gets to say that about you.. not on his watch

"Hey Sunshine, I don't gotta understand every part of it to know it's real but I'm here with you.. You ain't gotta go through it alone, not while I'm here to help you"

-A<3

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cyberrose2001 · 7 months ago

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

TFP Optimus x human!Reader x Ratchet

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

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

Word count: 2,186

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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fanged-fanfics · 2 months ago

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HIHIHIHIHHII I LOVE YOUR WORK!!!

Can I request TFP Megatron and a femme autobot reader who’s super duper sweet and literally the complete opposite of him. He secretly loves her dearly because they knew each other back on cybertron before he even became Megatron. She’s also maybe stronger than him (bc we love strong women) 😋

TYSM!!!🫶🫶

☆ Contrasting Clashing — TFP Megatron x Fem Autobot Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || she/her pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

──────.𖥔 ݁ ˖˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗.𖥔 ݁ ˖ ──────

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Megatron always claimed to his Decepticon allies that you were just as much an enemy as any other, that you were a scraplet in his side and someone he wanted to annihilate just as much as any other Autobot

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The truth was a lot more complicated than he always claimed it to be. He couldn't keep you out of his processor, your faceplates deeply familiar. He remembered every smile you gave him, present and past. To be back now, of all times, must've been a punishment from Unicron himself

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He stayed focused on hating you, trying to see you like another faceless Autobot. He'd see you before fights chatting with your fellow soldiers, and his spark would get an uncomfortable wrench knowing those grins were no longer for him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the first things that solidified your spot in his processor was how you bested him in battle. He wasn't anything close to happy about losing, but your sheer strength was something he'd always found attractive. Someone who could make him feel like he had a fair match frustrated and delighted him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You could've sworn there were moments in battle where he was holding back. Where he'd miss a shot that should've been easy for him, or the Decepticons deflected away from you under his command. You felt bewildered, yet oddly curious. What were his intentions here? Why did it almost feel like he was looking out for you?

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Deep down, Megatron hated how he couldn't stand to see you hurt. He loathed how the smile leaving your faceplates hurt him as well, and what he hated the most was he felt anguish when hearing that his armies had been what did it to you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As a show of good will, you once lifted Megatron with great ease when he got heavy injuries during a battle. Megatron felt his faceplates heat up embarrassingly quick, and he scrambled to try and say he was fine, but you at least got him somewhere safe first

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Decepticons of course also got curious after a time, subtly inquiring what their boss was thinking when matching against you so often. Megatron would assure them that it was all a part of his plan, but really he just wanted any excuse to be close to you again

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smallestapplin · 1 month ago

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What transformer character of choice when seeing a giant prediction looking milf bot and be smitten? Cuz Giant buff women

Ya know what? Hell yeah, I can appreciate a milf.

Warnings : mild horny but nothing explicit but still 18+ only please!

Smokescreen has to hold a servo up when they first encounter you, leaving Arcee and Bee confused until he spoke, “Mark me down as scared and horny.”

He did get smacked for it, and then got smacked around by you when they approached or got to close to what you considered your den. You weren’t very friendly at first, until Optimus had to be called in and actually speak with you to let you know he and his team mean no harm. At least that’s what Smokescreen thinks what happened, he heard none of it and was busy staring at you in your robot form.

Despite the stern glare on your face plate, he was very much into this.

Of course once you considered the autobots your own, you were around more often and more or less had Smokescreen hanging off of you, your care for the team was beyond sweet for a giant predacon that towered over everyone. How you shift into your alt mode and curl around the couch to watch the tv with him and Bee.

If they can’t find Smokescreen he’s with you trying to figure out how preadcons court cause he needs you to be his yesterday, he is the text book definition of down bad.

Ratchet, two milfs they might kiss! At first like always he’s annoyed by you, how curious you seem to be over his tools and such, but surprisingly you two make a good team. Anytime someone is hurt you scruff them and bring them to him. He scolds and you stand behind him with a stern and disappointed expression, making whoever got hurt feel guilty for rushing in to a mission.

Your strength and power alone gets him smitten though he tries to deny it. You are very protective over the autobots and have shown time and time again how you are willing to risk your life for them, even if that means it’s your turn to earn ratchet’s scolding.

He’s not free though, he tries so hard to act like he hates and loathes when you pick him up and take him to his habsuite, just to curl around him in your alt mode and keep him pinned, he can’t work if his giant predacon spouse is laying across him. Stupidly finds your strength and height over him attractive, more so when you purr lowly and lean over him, trying to show him affection.

Ratchet gets too flustered for this.

Predaking, a list like this wouldn’t be complete without the King himself, and oh is he smitten. You, who are so strong and fiercely protective over your den in which he found you in, you, who actually stood a chance against him, growling deeply as you told him to back off.

It’s not surprising he returns to your cave and dropping mass amounts of energon at the entrance, your stern glance only makes his spark sing and oh by the stars how his tail wags when you accept his offering. Predaking like his big strong conjunx, you are so tender with the life living around your home, and so aggressive in battle! He adores he doesn’t have to hold back with you, know you can take whatever he can give you.

The only one who can command him easily with just an upset sound.

(Bonus round!)

Bumblebee took one look at your thighs, took one look at your size, and took one look at you and decided he already knew how he wanted to offline, if it is not by your thighs alone then he is a coward and weak. He truly is a little Bee buzzing around a great big dog.

Anytime you show up or the team finds you he’s sliding across the ground to close the distance, arms around your pedes and helm buried into your lower stomach. He’s very easy to pick up, but you honestly don’t need to with how he climbs you and sits on your shoulder with ease, always beeping happily.

He’s already told Arcee he is not going to survive your spike but he will try his damnest like a true warrior.

She’s already prepared to tell Optimus and Ratchet Bee went out the only way he truly wanted to, and that’s by a thick bot snapping his neck cables.

#transformers x reader #transformers prime x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #tfp predaking x reader #tfp smokescreen x reader #tfp bumblebee x reader #transformers x cybertronian reader #fem reader #mdni #mdni blog

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vhaos-chaotic-writing · 6 months ago

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(TFP) Yandere!Autobots - Types of yandere

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, yandere harem, describing types of yandere, typical violence from the series and a little bit more, Reader is gender neutral and in the Autobot faction. Use of (Y/N) (minimun).

Optimus Prime is an overprotective yandere.

Clear from the start - even before the war, the Prime hated the idea of you being hurt or in any kind of pain, either if it was physical or emotional. He can't help but always think of your safety, even if it meant to keep you locked inside of the base.

His presence is overbearing, always there behind your back and acting as your shadow. You don't bring yourself to ask kindly to have some privacy or be allowed to do more than just rather small tasks at the base - he looks so happy being by your side and always looks like his spark is breaking in half if you express the minimun discomfort.

Ratchet is an obsessive yandere.

Servo on servo with Optimus, he is quite overprotective too. But what makes him different from Optimus is that Ratchet gets hysteric and euphoric in the blink of an optic if it is about you. You would get scared to see the many things he keeps and knows about you.

Knows everything about you, both in the medical field and personally for he is the bot you get to pass more time as the others are out on their missions. Has his optics on you nearly all the time, analizing and keeping every little detail, data and informatiom about you. When he is all alone or with any of his teammates, he gushes quietly about you, spilling every little detail he learned recently or holds dearly to his systems.

Bumblebee is a self-aware yandere.

From the bunch, Bee is the one to know what he and the others are doing is wrong. More than wrong. They were holding you hostage, lying to you, their love for you reaching sickening levels, and he is sick of himself... but can't bring himself to stop. His self-awareness then translates to a validation-seeking behaviour.

He needs your smile, your words of approval, your soft praise, your gentle touch - everything so he doesn't crumble down. He feels lost without you, that's why he is always following you and doing anything so you can look at him with those precious optics of yours that make Bee forget for a moment that what he is doing is wrong.

Bulkhead and Wheeljack are clingy yanderes.

Something that makes them different from one another is how their clinginess is masked - while Wheeljack flirts and tries to woo you, Bulkhead gives you small gifts and wishes to pass time with you. Wheeljack loudly demands your attention with flirting, compliments and keeping a servo on you, while Bulkhead does it quietly, his gifts always accompanied with a 'would you like to pass time together?' or 'wanna train together?'

You are their universe - they must be around you to feel alive and in calm. Spare them a glance, a word, anything and they'll melt and wish for more.

Arcee is a violent yandere.

Like Bee, Arcee is self-aware, but it is her love for you that moves her wrath, and viceversa - her anger moves her devotion for you. Arcee had lost many loved ones, like Tailgate and Cliffjumper, stucked in a cycle of grief, spiraling in the anger stage. But the anger is never directed at you (never, ever), but at the Decepticons and anyone who stands in her and her team's way to protect you.

You bring peace to her hurt soul, making her fall deeper in love for you - but once you turn your optics away, her anger is back, ready to destroy everything if it means to show you how much she loves you. And you've witnessed how her hysteria taking over, to then melt the moment she gets to see you, bringing her tranquility.

Smokescreen and Cliffjumper are worshipping yanderes.

Oh, Primus - if Cliffjumper was still alive, he and Smokescreen would be a helmache whenever both opened their mouths, as they would talk non-stop about how amazing, precious and unique you are. While Smokescreen is a 100% worshipper "(Y/N) is a flawless deity!", Cliffjumper is a worshipper that acts normal in front of you, but once you leave, he talks and talks about you, praising anything you do.

Both definitely lean on the stalkering side, too - and in their optics, you are free of any sin, of any flaw. You are perfect. And if you give them a small compliment? They feel this rush of euphoria.

Ultra Magnus is a passive lovestruck yandere.

In front of others, Ultra Magnus does his job as an autobot, following Optimus' orders and guiding his teammates. But when he is all alone with you, he changes - he seems to be in a passive, dream-like state, as all he does is sigh, kneel in front of you and whisper his prayers, holding your servo and begging softly for your benevolence and blessing.

Like others, he is also a worshipper, but a very soft, calm one - for his worshipping must be only for you to hear. He prays everyday to be worthy of you, to be your knight in shinning armour. Ultra Magnus will always view you as an angel, an ethereal being and sigh his spark out of love for you.

Hope y'all liked it! (*^▽^*) Vhaos out!

#transformers #transformers x reader #yandere transformers #yandere x reader #tfp x reader #autobots x reader #transformers prime x reader #transformers prime

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rainydaydreamsideblog · 6 months ago

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(Transformers Prime) You Ask Them to Drive You for Ice Cream

Optimus Prime: It depends on what's going on. He has a lot on his mind, but there is also a curiosity about the ways of people. If he's swamped with Prime responsibilities, he may suggest you inquire with Bumblebee or Bulkhead to take you instead. But on a good day, he just might pull away from his duties and take you himself. When he learns that going for ice cream is also a method of cheering someoneup, he'll offer to take you if he thinks you could use it.

Bumblebee: Absolutely! He is the most enthusiastic about a request like this. As long as he isn't in the middle of a throwdown with Decepticons, all you have to do is say the word. He loves any opportunity to go for a drive, and especially enjoys seeing you happy once you have the sweet treat.

Ratchet: Will say no immediately without hesitation. However... that isn't his final answer every time. His first instinct is to wave off the request and say he has too much to do, and that there's no time for silly Earth customs. But you've grown on him. He just might change his mind after a minute or two of thinking it over. He'll never admit it, but underneath the attitude, it warms his spark to see you so happy over something so simple.

Bulkhead: He'll take you, no problem. He likes getting out of the base, and it makes him glad to see you enjoying your treat. He will definitely note this custom and offer to take you anytime he sees you feeling down, or if you just need to take your mind off anything stressful.

Arcee: She'll shrug with a, "yeah, sure." She's not exactly over the moon about it, but not at all opposed. Any opportunity to zoom out of base for a bit is worth it. After seeing how it made you happy, she might nonchalantly offer to take you in the future, playing it off like it's something she's doing begrudgingly. But actually, she enjoys it.

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gigidraws13 · 1 month ago

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YANDERE OPTIMUS JUMPSCARE RAAHHHHHHH-

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bones4thecats · 11 months ago

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Hello! Thank you for the answering my previous request, it was a lovely read. If you are still open for requests at the time of me sending this, I would like to request some general relationship headcanons for TFP Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, and Shockwave with a Cybertronian S/O. Thank you for your time and I hope you have a good day! - ❤️‍🩹Anon

Relationship Hcs With TFP Decepticons

Characters: Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave and Shockwave Requester: ❤️‍🩹Anon A/N: It's nice to hear from you again, ❤️‍🩹Anon! Thank you for the compliment on your past request! Anyways, I do hope you enjoy this Transformers Prime request. By the way, be on the lookout for titles that are naturally feminine, I couldn't find many gender-neutral ones. P.S: The character labeled in the last bit of hcs is completely fictional. ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Transformers Prime Series and Movie ⚠️

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👑 This guy is known for his tyrannical behavior, but he does tone it down when it comes to you being around him. Megatron does care about his S/O dearly in his spark

👑 Megatron started the war because of the unjust ranking in society, but he also started the war because he did not want you to be shoved around like nothing anymore. He may have been a respected gladiator in the Pits of Kaon, but even that title can only go so far in a corrupt society

👑 Over the course of the war, Megatron appointed many to his side, which was called the Decepticons. And throughout the claiming of titles, he dubbed you his right-hand. After all, a Lord is nothing without a Lady

👑 He may not seem like it, but this ruler is fairly good at treating his lover as an equal. Megatron may be a psychopath during his reign over the Decepticons, but he has morals deep down in his spark

👑 Anyways, when the war did begin to go against both sides and Cybertron fell when it came to life, Megatron was the first mech to realize it. And when he saw how the supposed-quick-war was growing longer with every passing cycle, he rushed you off the planet and onto the Nemesis ship first, with him and his most trusted followers joining

👑 Throughout his time out in space locating the mystical Dark Energon, you attempted to stay in direct contact with him the best. Before he ventured to far away, leaving the Nemesis in control of you and the official second-in-command, Starscream

👑 It was painful ruling alongside the egotistical seeker, but when your sparkmate returned, you lunged at the opportunity to rule alongside him instead

👑 While he was under the influence of the dark energon, he attempted to keep you far away from him, which showed just how much he valued your existence. You may have been an amazing fighter, but he could overpower you with ease

👑 Megatron's death was also the thing that caused many to see just how close you two were. When his limp and sparkless frame fell from the Nemesis, through the atmosphere of Earth, and down into the vast and deep ocean below, you cried in agony while multiple Vehicons carried you away. All Autobots, including ones like Ratchet and Arcee, were shocked to see you crying over his death. They suspected that he was an abuser, when it reality, he was better than that... he was your dream mech...

👑 Before your escaped, you were taken away by the Autobots, locked away in your once thriving ship with your medic Knockout and the many Vehicons who stayed loyal. Though, it seemed that the Autobots, especially Optimus, felt pity for you

👑 And while he laid apparently deceased in everyone else's mind, you felt his spark pulsating through your bond. You were shocked when it was announced that Megatron somehow had come back from the dead, but you knew once you looked at him that he wasn't the Megatron you once knew and loved

👑 During the fight, you were one to fight alongside the Predacons, using your advanced fighting skills when in flight-mode to attack easily. After the actual fighting, Predaking looked at you and nodded, making you fly off and to the surface of the hopefully-near thriving Cybertron

"Megatron...?"

"Y/N."

"Megs!"

👑 You lunged forward in a sprint and allowed the large mech to pick you up, spinning you around and hug you as you wept into his now-spikier armor. You then rose your head and relaid it down on his forehead, only looking away from him when you heard the coughs of a certain scrawny-stiletto wearing seeker

👑 Starscream merely backed away scared as you and Megatron glared and the titular mech yelled at him in anger. And before you flew after your lover, who was exiling himself after saying the Decepticons were no longer working and he was turning his title in as a warlord, you smiled at the Autobots and handed Knockout a small tablet with a photograph of the main 'cons, then it changed to one of you, Knockout and Breakdown

👑 The red mech smiled and gave you a small hug before you heard Megatron yell for you, making you transform after sending your goodbyes and flying away. A new life to start with your lover, away from war and away from the blood-soaked regime of your old lives

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💫 He first met you while he was controlling a large armada of fellow seekers in the Cybertronian Air Command. You were a new recruit and gained a close bond with the raspy-Decepticon, quickly rising in the ranks before becoming Lieutenant-General of the Air Command

💫 While under the control of Megatron, he showed quite a favoritism to you. And believe me when I say this; Starscream hated how close he acted towards you

💫 It was when Soundwave revealed you and Starscream's spark-bond that Megatron stiffened slightly around you, but did still act fairly cordial. Until his motives began to worsen over the next few hundred years

💫 Many view Starscream as a very manipulative and fearful being, and they're not wrong there. At first, he tried manipulating you, but you eventually grew onto him like a mold

💫 He also has used you like a Cybertronian-Shield multiple times. But, you always were at the ready with a weapon when against the Autobots and their meddlesome human allies

💫 Speaking of him using you as a shield, while he may use you as one when it comes to some battles when he is obviously at a disadvantage, when it comes to his beatings against your leader, you become his defendant. At least when it gets bad enough to be possibly life-threatening

💫 Starscream puts on a macho-mech persona, which he only lets down when his life in in danger or when you are in a major accident. Like when the Autobots were fighting against you and Shockwave while retrieving a Predacon's fossil. He had immediately noticed you were going to have a small concussion

💫 He was the one who went out with Soundwave to defend you, he could care less about Shockwave's spark. He needed you alive, not him.

💫 You guys are one of the cutest duos on the Nemesis. Whenever a Vehicon walks by you two speaking with a smile lodged on both of your faces, they just look at one another and chuckle

💫 It's your gentle-nature that makes Starscream feel unworthy of having you around. He views himself as inferior, and this only grows when he serves under Megatron. The larger mech makes him feel completely worthless, especially by comparing him to others, specifically Shockwave and Soundwave

💫 Unlike Starscream, you helped fight against Unicron when he possessed Megatron. You helped Shockwave gather his three Predacons to send them off, before going off to use your flight to your advantage before leaving to find Starscream

💫 He angered you slightly when he tried convincing Megatron to take over Cybertron again, and after he flew off, you sent him a comm saying you hoped he lived a fulfilling rest of his life. He just chuckled and wished you and Starscream a good future, making you smile and look at your spark-mate

💫 Smiling at the Autobots nervously, Starscream transformed and yelled for you to follow suit. You sighed and threw a vile of finished synthetic-energon at Ratchet, making him gasp and chuckle as you winked and flew off. What an exit... one worthy of his old lab partner and good friend

💫 As Starscream chanted about being the new leader of the Decepticons, you heard the Predacons approach and stared wide-eyed as they glared at Starscream but not you... damn you were always favored more than him🤣

"Y/N...? Why are they glaring at me so much...?"

"Pretty sure they wanna eat you. You might wanna start running, Hon'."

💫 You just looked at the three mechs and told them to go easy on him, and they just huffed before nodding and chasing him. Leaving a smiling Cybertronian behind

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🔊 Ah, the loving silent mech himself.

🔊 He, unlike others, did not meet you before the war began. Instead, you were assigned to be his fellow third-in-command, except you were more located outside of the ship and leading attacks than him

🔊 Soundwave is fairly difficult to get to know at first, since he doesn't speak and doesn't show any reaction. Y'know- with the visor-face and all...

🔊 But, when you did get closer with the mech, it was known to all on the Nemesis that you were held in high regard not only to Lord Megatron, but to the third-in-command as well. Not even Starscream dared to lay a servo on you, fear of retaliation from both of the powerful mechs overwhelming him

🔊 Now, if you are smaller than him, he does make sure you stay out of others ways or get jobs that fit the way you are built and can handle. Normally, the smaller the Cybertronian, the thinner amount of weight they can handle

🔊 Though, if you are bigger, he trusts you to handle yourself a lot more. He would watch over you in battle, sending you codes that could help you in defeating the Autobots and retrieving whatever Megatron needed

🔊 Soundwave also is a very busy mech, so most of the time he has work to do. So, in those kinds of situations, he sends his precious minicon, Laserbeak, out to observe you. Ordering him to send a distress single if you were in danger and he couldn't do anything to help

🔊 When he was kidnapped by the Autobots, you were beyond unstable. Throwing items back and forth across your shared room, successfully scaring all that passed and heard you mixture of angry screams and cries of agony

🔊 Him coming back made your mood lighten up, and it caused even Megatron to slightly smile seeing you run up to him and hug him tightly, before cringing at the sight of the Autobot medic, and your old friend, Ratchet, being thrown in cuffs and pushed away to a holding cell

🔊 You stayed right beside him as best as you could, helping out with everything until those wretched humans came around and had a second Ground-Bridge opened, wrapping both you and him in the warp. Before carrying your screaming frame as his struggling one inside

🔊 Soundwave slightly strutted before lunging at the three mortals, unsuccessfully ending them. This made you gasp and stutter in realization... you were stuck in the Shadowzone with no way out of it and no-one except those humans to know where you were

🔊 Falling to your knees, you began to weep as Soundwave kneeled in front of you and held you close. A low tune being played over his speakers

"Will we ever get out of here...?"

"I will stop at nothing to get us out of here, Y/N." Soundwave said, his natural voice running through your audials.

"I love you..."

"And I love you as well."

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🧪 Shockwave and you met in another fairly odd way

🧪 As a very head-strong member of the Cybertronian Sea Special Ops, and holding the rank of a Major, you always kept your mind right on the target. And when you were sent in by your General, Preon, to observe a supposed operation of a revolution against the Council

🧪 You disguised yourself with a device modeled by one of the engineers, and when you came into contact with the one-eyed mech, you were enamored. And you couldn't lie, hearing Megatron's speech of freedom from the damaging oppression laid stuck in your head

🧪 Over time, you began to use your Black Ops skills to escape detection and help Shockwave gain different objects he needed for his experiments. And when you revealed your treachery to the Cybertronian Council, he felt a pang in his spark that was unfamiliar

🧪 While first deeming it illogical, Shockwave did enjoy being in a close relationship with you. You were highly skilled in battle and in everything scientific

🧪 Shockwave is a very distant mech because of his work. He serves the Decepticon cause very well, to the point where many say he comes in a dual battle against Soundwave's loyalty to the cause

🧪 Despite the complaints of Megatron, you stayed on Cybertron, and got damaged when fighting against Arcee and Cliffjumper. And even he had to admit, you grew on him a lot faster than he initially believed. The cyclopian-mech did also prove to be better at being a doctor than he or you thought

🧪 Shockwave does care about you in a unique way. While he doesn't show it outright like other Cybertronians, he does prove how much he cares about you with simple methods. He does three main things; he is extremely honest, sharing his opinions on all matters, Shockwave also trusts you with tasks he wouldn't trust anyone else with, such as caring for the Predacons while he is outside gathering more fossils, and he loves to show his loyalty. He could care less about everyone else, you are his top-priority when it comes to dangerous situations

🧪 If you ever had doubts of your bond, he immediately addresses it. He may be working while speaking, but he does show his devotion to you first

"Shockwave... do I... mean anything to you...?"

"That's one of the most illogical things I have ever heard." Shockwave replied. "If I saw no use in having a relationship with you, I would never had proposed our spark-bond coming to light. I don't ever want to hear about you doubting yourself, Y/N. Understood?"

🧪 He's not the most ideal mech to be bonded to for life, but he isn't the worst

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simping-overload · 10 months ago

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hi how are you? If requests are still open can I request headcanon for Transformers Prime? (predaking, shockwave and megatron) with a reader who is literally a dragon? The reader has kept a Cybertronian relic for a long time.

Megatron, Shockwave, and Predaking with a Dragon! S/O

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tags: GN reader, dragon reader, robot x monster/dragon relationship, reader isn't suggest to be a human at all. reader isn't described to be verbal but assume they have a way to communicate, dragon hoards, fighting, mention of blood and animal death(just hinted), romance!!!!

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Megatron —

finds you fascinating, often he can find himself just staring. taking in your beauty and the power the radiates off of you.

of course, he'd like to have you fight for his cause. an advantage for one, and he simply loves seeing you fight.

he'd love to have you train with him. That would depend on your size, though. he knows better than to try to fight. that would be roughly the same size as his ship. (He's a sore loser when he loses btw.)

beware, he might treat you like a pet if he had you at his feet while he pet the rough skin and scales alongside your body. he may accidently go onto a power trip with you

however, feel more than free to put him back in his place. you're much stronger than him at the end of the day

When you show him your hoard, he's intrigued. He views it as a trophy room, like the one he once had from his gladiator days.

If the relic isn't useful to him, he'd let you keep it, but if it is, he will take it from you, regardless of your protest.

Shockwave —

of course, he takes a scientific interest in you. collects your scales you shed, examines your claws, and likes to scale just how strong your fire is and a lot of other things.

His sharp claws are perfect for preening, especially in the stubborn hard to reach places. while he doesn't admit it and claims he only does it to collect them, shockwave finds it very relaxing.

he wouldn't bother trying to fight you, he'd however would like to fly with you. moslty flying out to places that have predacon fossils or lost Cybertronian relics.

he likes to observe how you fly with or against the winds, taking down notes as your body adjusts to flying in high or low altitudes.

When you showed him your hoard, he was indifferent. he saw no point in hoarding objects that wouldn't benefit you.

as he looked around your domain, he picked up and fiddled with some items that he was interested in.

upon finding the relic he asks to take it, if you say no, he'll simply scan the core things he needs from it and leave it there, but if you say yes, he'll have a ball. he might give it back to you once it served it's purpose.

Predaking —

at first, he'd thought of you as a threat. somone who would take his place as a king. it wasn't until he, of course, grew closer and got to know you were he dropped these thoughts.

if your size is similar or doesn't have a very drastic difference, he'd love to spar or play fight with you.

he has no way to consume animals, but he'd love to go hunting with you or watch you hunt, to say the least. finds the way you move with such grace and precision is simply amazing to him.

he likes the difference between his metal and your scales. Feeling your body up against his is an odd sensation but very much welcomed. he's godly at preening your scales and would do anytime anywhere.

flying with you is one of his favorite pastimes with you. he most definitely tries to show off his flight capability as well, doing a wide variety of tricks and flips.

courting dancing/flights are a must. he's unfamiliar with his, but they're so engraved into his(the former kings)muscle memory that he'd remember as he went on with the courting.

when you respond with a dance of your own, he's smitten 10x again. Likes to learn your dance if you'd teach him.

also during courting and even after or before he likes bringing you gifts. Random trinkets he thinks you'd find joy in having.

upon being introduced into your hoard his is amazed. It was one of the most beautiful places he has seen.

unless the relic relates to him, he wouldn't bother doing anything with it, simply leaving it there alone unless shockwave may request it.

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bird-in-the-space · 3 months ago

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The Mysterious Painter being Alchemist Prime's Apprentice

If you had been reborn in the time of the primes, and Alchemist Prime took you in as his apprentice.

(Author's note: This was something that has been on my mind, and I took some inspiration from Citlali's story quest)

Warnings: none much, some mentions of the caste system, and some doubting your art skills.

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- Imagine being reborn at the time when the thirteen primes still existed on Cybertron. The society still lived in a mild kind of caste system, but this time it would not be so serious with the existence of the primes. You were still forced to learn proper survival skills so you wouldn’t end up angering the wrong person, but this time you painted more openly.

- Your art skills were admired all across Cybertron, even though your art, name, and interest in organic lifeforms were considered odd.

- You respected all the primes and their dominions. You found them and their unique existence fascinating as they were Primus’s first creations. However, even they seemed too busy to notice the hardships of the less fortunate. You understood that their positions and duties were not something they could not ignore, so you never saw them in a negative light for it.

- Your life was good. But then, one day, you found a container holding a strange liquid. You tried to return it, but since its origins were unknown, you were told to keep it or throw it away.

- You did not know what to do with it until you got home and accidentally spilled a drop into one of your freshly painted artworks while inspecting it. It did something mysterious as it made your paint shine and materialize the painting into the actual thing. It was magical and strange at the same time.

- You figured out it was some kind of chemical compound like an alchemy potion. It most likely belonged to Alchemist Prime as he was known for his mystical experiments with elements and materials. How it got misplaced, you did not know.

- Your conscience said to return it as it was probably valuable, but seeing your painting come to life made you want to see what else you could do with it. Maybe you could borrow just a little to sate your curiosity.

- For the next few days, you mixed the liquid with different paint colors and saw what happened. You did not expect much but your experimenting resulted in many curious outcomes. You even mixed some colors together and painted on different surfaces to see what would happen.

- Alchemist Prime eventually left his home to look for the container as the liquid inside was an important alchemy compound. He wasn’t certain how it got misplaced or fell during the transport, but luckily, he had ways to locate it. He could have asked some of his people to bring him more, but unfortunately, the compound was not something that was easily found.

- While looking for it, he would ramble on his thoughts. His brethren had been asking if he would take an apprentice soon like they had. He had considered it but so far no cybertronian had shown similar fascination for alchemy like he did, or that they just did not feel right to him. It was honestly a hassle.

- He once even doubted he would ever find the right apprentice, and then he started having visions. He envisioned colors, many different and marvelous colors. He was not certain at first what those visions meant, but then he figured out that whoever was to become his apprentice had connections to colors.

- He would then be surprised by finding traces of the liquid in small flowers growing on the street walls. He was puzzled as organic flora did not usually grow below Cybertron's surface and these flowers looked unusual. The colors were vibrant and the petals looked like they were made from some kind of liquid. Alchemist touched the flower petals and found paint smearing his finger. This made him curious. It was now clear someone had found his compound and used it in a very peculiar way.

- He would then follow the traces to you, finding you using it as a mixture of paint to make more flowers on the ground. He would then see the paintings come to life. He looked around and found the secluded alley filled with different varieties of these flowers. It was lovely and Alchemist was filled with excited intrigue. Not many ordinary cybertronians knew how to manipulate the elements of his field and he had never seen any of them used this way.

- He then looked at you, sensing something different about your spark, but seeing you made him realize you were the apprentice the visions spoke about. Colors were connected to art so it was you.

- Alchemist would excitedly show himself, startling you as you knew who he was and then realize you had gotten so lost in the art experiments that you had completely forgotten to return the container.

- You apologized for taking it, but he brushed it casually and asked how you managed to use his compound to bring your art to life. You then relaxed and explained how you mixed the liquid with different paint colors, finding different results.

- Alchemist was surprisingly easygoing, and he listened to everything you said with keen interest.

- He then complimented your art, and then, out of the blue, he asked if you wanted to become his apprentice.

- He claimed you had a natural curiosity and talent for alchemy, so it would be a wasted opportunity for him to not give an invitation. He could sense that your spark was different compared to other cybertronians, and he would like to see your skills in the art flourish even further.

- It was a golden opportunity, and you had always found his mystical arts fascinating so you accepted. And that is how you became Alchemist Prime’s apprentice.

- He was a patient and a good teacher. You listened to his lectures well and felt comfortable learning at your own pace. He encouraged your interest in researching and finding ways to enhance your paint, giving them qualities and abilities to do things ordinary paint can’t – such as materializing things into existence, controlling elements, and making a color that would stay vibrant for eons.

- He was like that one cheerful uncle and when you showed him the new paint mixtures and their unique capabilities he would marvel at them with joy and pride.

- As his apprentice, you had the chance to meet the other primes, which was an exciting experience and you befriended bots who were mentored by them. Alchemist encouraged this as it was always good to be surrounded by friends.

- With Alchemist, there was never a boring day. Though he sometimes had little accidents with his experiments and something blew up, you would always laugh about it. Trial and error were natural parts of creating something.

- You did not forget your passion, continuing painting and making many art pieces. You would remain humble and decline invitations from high-class bots when they found out a renowned artist such as yourself had become a prime’s apprentice. You did not want your art to be appreciated by a single group. It was something you wanted all to enjoy and find inspiration.

- You would utilize your newfound abilities to help many bots who had it rough. Your kindness would touch the sparks of many and the art of painting would inspire new artists which delighted you.

- There was one painting opportunity you accepted. Alchemist asked if you would like to paint the thirteen primes in a historical moment on a great wall. Due to the respect you held for him and his brethren, you accepted even though you felt slight pressure. Painting such respectable figures was something that had little room for errors, so you needed to pull this off perfectly.

- You worked hard for many cycles, painting every detail and refining the colors. Some doubted you could make a wall painting great enough to capture the power and magnificence of the primes, but you were not deterred. However, the painting did lack the life that captured those features, so you decided to try something new to achieve that.

- You created a new type of paint. It was something you had been working on before the start of your great project, but this time you decided to finish it and bring new life to the painting of the primes. It took many cycles to perfect it, as it required spiritual involvement, but you finally succeeded and it was time to use it.

- You felt a little doubt and hesitation to use it because if something went wrong then the whole project would be ruined. But with Alchemist’s reassurance, you used it and finished the painting.

- Everyone then watched as you used your abilities to activate the paint, making the great painting glow with marvelous colors. The bots and primes were enraptured by the beauty and life your mixture brought to the painting. You were glad that the paint worked and that the artwork had the life and magnificence it deserved.

- Alchemist smacked your shoulder with a proud laugh, saying you had outdone yourself.

- You received many compliments and the painting of the primes became one of your greatest works.

- When you finished your training and Alchemist had nothing left to teach you, he gifted you a special paintbrush, especially made for you. It granted you the ability to manipulate your paint and colors at will, allowing you to utilize all your abilities with a single dip of the brush. It was a mystical gift— like you had your own magic wand. You made sure to promise you would use it wisely and only for good.

- Alchemist had no doubts in your words. He knew the gentle nature of your spark, thus he did not feel hesitant to gift you such an item.

- As time passed, you would come to be known as the legendary painter. Many bots would still wonder about the secrets of your paints and not come even close to discovering the elements and techniques you used. Your marvelous paintings would still exist even after hundreds of years--- even after the thirteen primes ceased from existence. What became of you was everyone’s guess. Some say you disappeared when the war arrived or that you left Cybertron to seek more inspiration or undiscovered colors. No one really knows.

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autonomousroboticorganism · 5 months ago

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you hide attempt to hide an injury from them (TF Prime)

featuring - Optimus Prime x F!Reader, Bumblebee x F!Reader, Smokescreen x F!Reader, Knock Out x F!Reader, Wheeljack x F!Reader, Soundwave x F!Reader, Shockwave x F!Reader

summary - you play soccer and get injured, then try your best to play it off (Autobots), you get hurt on the Nemesis and try to play it off (Decepticons)

warnings - none

a/n - writing this the night before an extremely important soccer tournament my team is in, this tournament decides whether or not we go to the second highest woman's league in our country. in case anyone was wondering, one of my teammates did break her arm during one game so it's possible.

OPTIMUS PRIME - broken arm

You don't know how it happened. One minute you're making a tackle, the next you're rolling around on the ground clutching your arm. Your scream of pain alerted the referee, who promptly stopped the game so you could be rushed to the hospital. However, not wanting your big robot lover to worry, you put on a long sleeve shirt at home before going to the base so you could pretend nothing was wrong.

"(Name), why is your one arm thicker than the other?" Miko asked you, tilting her head as her eyes settled on your limp limb.

"Uh, no reason," you lied, then sighed when she gave you a look. "Okay, I broke my arm in a friendly work soccer game today. I just don't want Optimus to know. You know how he worries."

"You do know broken arms take weeks to heal right?" Jack raised an eyebrow. "How are you going to hide it for so long?"

"Hide what for so long?" The leader of the Autobots asked as he came into the room, having heard your voice. "(Name), I was just leaving to come fetch you."

"Oh, no need," you smiled, "I called for a groundbridge."

Jack and Miko exchanged looks, but it wasn't that that alerted the Prime. His gaze fell upon your arm, and though he was no expert in human biology, he definitely knew that they were supposed to be the same size.

"What happened?" He asked, approaching the platform. "What is wrong with your arm?"

As Jack and Miko gave you 'I told you so' looks, you were forced to tell him the truth about your injury, "I had a friendly soccer match today at work, a game we like to play. And I, uh, broke my arm."

The bot's optics went wide when you said that, and he gently took your broken arm into one of his servos, "Were you not going to tell me?"

"I didn't want you to worry," you told him. "You have enough to worry about already."

"I will always worry about you, regardless of what other problems I am facing," he scooped you up onto his servo entirely. "Please do not hesitate to tell me, so that I can assist you in any way you need."

You smiled softly, wrapping your good arm around his one digit in a half-hug, "Thank you, love. I'll try to be more careful next time."

The Prime nodded in agreement, then proceeded to carry you around the whole day and help you with whatever you needed or wanted to do. He then let you rest on him, knowing hurt humans needed just as much downtime as hurt Autobots.

BUMBLEBEE - sprained ankle

"I can do this, I can do this..."

"Uh...(Name)?"

You glanced up at your fellow humans as they gaped at you. YOu were sure you had been doing your best to look like you were walking normally, but from the expressions on their faces you assumed you were doing a terrible job.

"What happened?"

"Nothing?" You tried with a nervous smile.

"Come on," Jack encouraged, "You're obviously limping."

You groaned, "Okay, my soccer game was a little rougher than expected. In a difficult tackle, I fell and my foot twisted awkwardly. I have a minor sprain, so I should be good in a few days."

"Do you plan to tell Bee?"

"No, he's only going to worry. Please don't tell him."

Plan Don't Tell Bumblebee fell on its face when the Autobot rolled up to the school to fetch you and Raf. Arcee and Bulkhead also came through, so Raf left you on your own and joined Miko in Bulkhead.

"Raf!" You protested.

"Sorry!" He apologised sheepishly. "I can't do it!"

Once you were sitting in the passenger seat of the scout, he beeped in concern asking what was wrong with your foot.

Your jaw dropped, "How did you-"

He responded with a few more beeps, saying that he wouldn't be a very good scout if he didn't pick up on cues or signs while observing something. You sighed and looked down.

"I...sprained my ankle. In a soccer match."

Worried beeps and whirrs followed that admission, and he started fussing over you and telling you rest when you got back to base. That he would do all your running around or get Jack or Miko to help. And that you were to see June immediately.

"Bee," you whined in complaint, "It's a minor sprain! It'll be healed in a few days, I have a good biokineticist."

He wasn't having any of that, insisting that you see June or you don't get kisses or cuddles from him. You gaped at the steering wheel.

"Bumblebee!" You gasped. "You wouldn't dare!"

He beeped, try me.

"That's so mean," you pouted. "But fine. Since my boyfriend wants to be a big bad bully."

He protested, making you laugh, but proceeded to ensure that you did what he asked at the base. And that you didn't have to walk on your foot any longer than necessary. Overkill for a baby sprain, but you didn't play with kisses and cuddles from the bot.

SMOKESCREEN - torn hamstring

It was extremely difficult to hide this one. When it happened, you screamed and cried like you'd been shot in the leg, because that's exactly what it felt like. Tearing your hamstring was no joke, it was a serious injury that really hampered your ability to walk.

"He's not going to like this," Arcee shifted her weight, uneasy.

"Please?" You begged. "He's going to scold me like I scold him."

"Well, he's not going to be back for a few hours, so maybe we can come up with a story?" Bulkhead suggested, while June was tending to your injury.

"Like what?"

"Hey guys, what are we talking about?" The bot in question popped up behind Bulkhead, but thankfully couldn't see.

"Uh, nothing!" The Wrecker steered him away. "Nurse Darby is just taking a look at Raf. He has a bad cold." Everyone stared at Bulkhead, but he pointed at a very proud-looking Miko.

"Wait, but let me greet (Name)," Smokescreen tried to push his way through. "She came just now, didn't she?"

"She's tired!" Arcee butted in, "Had a long day at university."

"Oh..." Smokescreen deflated. "Well then, tell her I hope she's not walking on that leg she injured." He said it so nonchalantly, you all had to do a double take.

"What?!"

"(Name)," your lover sighed, "I finished my mission early. Tailed you for most of the day. You don't think I would notice?"

You groaned, "It isn't what you think-"

"I just want to make sure you're okay," he bent down to look at you closer when the others finally parted to let him through. "My girlfriend is in pain, I want to help."

You smiled up at him, "You're so sweet, Smoke. Okay, I'll stay off this leg, Nurse Darby is giving me crutches anyway."

"Oh no, I'll carry you."

"Smoke...I have lectures..."

"You're not going."

"For weeks?"

"...Okay, just for the rest of this week," he suggested. "I want to spend time with my physically impaired girlfriend."

"Hey!" You protested. "Who taught Smokescreen those words?!"

Smokescreen just laughed as he scooped you up, gently so as not to aggravate your injury, and held you close to his chassis. He observed your bruised, swollen leg, lips twisting into a frown at the sight. He didn't like seeing you hurt, especially if he couldn't have protected you from it.

"Come on you, we're going to rest and watch movies for the rest of the week." You tried to protest, but he was having none of it.

He took you to his berthroom and lay you down in a comfortable position, making sure to elevate your leg so that you could rest comfortably.

KNOCK OUT - torn MCL (a knee ligament)

The moment your cry of pain echoed through the hallways of the Nemesis, every vehicon in the vicinity froze up. The mad doctor was sure to hear of this, and they could do nothing to stop the wrath he would no doubt inflict on them for this. They hadn't mean to hurt you, but they had also been a bit rougher than they were supposed to and this fact scared them.

"Please don't tell him," one of them pleaded with you.

"Fine, but one of you needs to carry me to his lab because I'm pretty sure I hurt my knee."

You had befriended some of them, others weren't keen on you, but you knew that these ones were being honest. Decepticons in general didn't know how to handle human beings, so it came as no surprise to you that you got hurt.

But Knock Out would strap them to his lab table and open them up if he found out, so you agreed to try and keep it a secret.

The vehicon carrying you lay you down on your boyfriend's tool table, before quickly scurrying out of the room. You watched Knock Out tend to a comatose Megatron, unsure if he had even heard you come in.

"What was that about?" He asked, confirming that he had.

"Oh, uh, nothing," you dismissed it, "I just got too tired to walk back, so I asked one of the vehicons to carry me back."

This got the mad doctor's attention, "What?" His optics zeroed in on you sitting on the table, and he instantly grew suspicious. You were normally active. "Where is your pain?"

"That's so unfair!" You crossed your arms. "You know me too well."

"I'm your boyfriend, darling," he smirked, "I should. Now tell me what those idiots did to you before I go ask them myself."

"We were just playing," you assured him, "I fell, tried to land on my feet and overextended my leg. I heard a pop in my knee, and then felt excruciating pain. Now it feels like my bones are knocking around if I try to walk."

"..." The medic was not amused. "When were you planning to tell me?"

"Uh..."

"You do realise they could have hurt you worse, or even..." He shut his optics and sighed, "Never mind. Let me see." He abandoned Megatron to come look at you, using a tool to scan your knee. "Hmmm, a ligament tear. Not a very serious one, but you'll still be on bedrest for six weeks."

"What?!"

"That's what you get for playing rough, my dear. Now come here, let me distract you from the pain."

His distraction in question was a kiss, before he researched what to do with your injury and got the necessary items to strap you up and brace your knee to stabilise it.

"No strenuous activity for six weeks, other than walking. Even then, keep it short and only when necessary."

"...Fine, Doc Knock."

"Don't call me that!"

WHEELJACK - shin splints

This one didn't kick in until a day after you'd played the game. You'd been teaching Wheeljack and Bulkhead how to play the human sport, and forgotten to properly stretch beforehand. You'd also forgotten that you hadn't played in months. So your shins were strained from overuse after months of inactivity, leaving an incredibly painful burning sensation the next day.

You tried to walk into base looking like you were fine, but your pained expression attracted attention from Bumblebee, who beeped in worry.

"Don't worry Bee, I'm fine," you smiled, but it was a tight one.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead returned from scouting an Energon mine a few moments later, the former immediately picking you up and placing you on his shoulder, missing the pain etched on your face.

"How was your day, sweetheart?" He asked you. "Got into any trouble?"

"No," you admitted, trying to sound upset about it. You also tried to appear nonchalant on his shoulder pad, but that was doing too much and ultimately outed you.

"And what might be the problem with you?" He turned his helm to study your figure. "What's hurting?"

"You don't miss a beat, do you?" You sighed.

"Not when it comes to my only reason for staying on this rock," he smirked, then held you up in his servo to be eye-level with him. "Now tell me, what happened?"

You sighed, "I kind of picked up an old injury after our session yesterday. Just shin splints, nothing serious. They're painful, but minor. They'll go away soon, they always do."

"Anything I can do to help?" He offered.

"Just maybe ask Nurse Darby for some ice, please?"

"You got it."

He set you down on the couch by the TV in the base, then went off to find June, or even Jack. He returned a few minutes later with an ice pack in his servo, and scooped you up again.

"I can press it to my shin myself, you know!" Your cheeks burned, getting flustered.

"Maybe I want to do it for you," he argued.

Your eyes went wide, and you grew even more flustered. An uncontrollable smile formed on your lips, and you lay back on his servo as he pressed the tiny bag to your shin.

"And don't hide any injury from me again, sweetheart."

SOUNDWAVE - concussion

This one was completely by accident and totally embarrassing. You were trying to find your own way up onto his berth, not wanting to bother him by calling for help. But you had made it only a few feet up the side before your foot slipped, and you fell. Your head hit the ground a little too hard, and your vision blurred for a moment. You groaned as you pushed yourself up, but your head began to throb uncontrollably.

"That's just great," you mumbled, rubbing your temples. But when you tried to stand up, you swayed on your feet and stumbled forward, unable to stay balanced. "Concussion, nice."

The Decepticon chose that moment to enter his berthroom, his helm tilting down slightly as he observed you for a moment. He already knew what had happened, he was the eyes and ears of the cons after all, so there was no point trying to hide it.

"I'm fine, Soundwave," you tried reassuring him, but you couldn't even walk to him in a straight line. "Okay, I'll BE fine soon."

He was having none of it, picking you up gently and laying you on his berth. His screen lit up with a question mark, a silent plea to tell him why you hadn't asked him for help.

"I didn't want to bother you," you admitted, casting your gaze to the floor. "You're busy with important stuff."

He bent down in front of you, pointing at you and displaying a red heart on his visor. Meaning - you were important to him too, and he cared about your wellbeing. Then he displayed another screen, which showed tutorials on how to ask for help.

"Ha, ha. So funny," you replied dryly. "But I'm sorry, I just wanted to try and not be useless or helpless for once."

He shook his head, denying that you were any of those. Then he put his visor close to your face, and typed one word onto it: Rest. He wanted you to relax, because you had sustained a concussion.

"Alright, alright," you gave in, laying back down on his berth. You smiled, feeling warm inside at his attempts to take care of you.

And he did so quite well for a Cybertronian accused of having no feeling or emotion. He made sure to get you painkillers and water, an ice pack, and your favourite snacks. How he got them, you didn't want to know. You were just grateful for the love he was showering you with.

SHOCKWAVE - broken nose

Shockwave wasn't in the lab for once, having been ordered by Megatron to go and retrieve more predacon remains. Starscream stormed in, absolutely furious with the Decepticon scientist, and when his optics landed on you he knew the perfect way to get back at Shockwave. Which was why you now lay on the ground, listening to Starscream's laughter fade as he left, tears streaming down your face with blood streaming out of your nose. It was broken, that much you knew, but you were in too much pain to get up.

But when you heard Shockwave's familiar heavy footsteps and his voice briefing Megatron outside, you quickly sat up and wiped your blood off the floor with your shirt, then ripped a piece off and tried to stop the bleeding. You turned away from the door, hoping Megatron and Shockwave wouldn't see you.

"(Name), is everything alright?"

You nodded, "Yes, I'm okay Shockwave. Don't worry."

"So that's what Starscream was so happy about," Megatron mused. "Tend to your pet, Shockwave, and then brief me on your latest developments." With that, he left the room.

"(Name), what happened?" Shockwave asked, picking you up off the floor. "Why is there blood on your clothes and a piece of your t-shirt in your nose?"

You sighed and pulled the reddened material out, allowing blood to gush out once more as you teared up, "Starscream." Your bottom lip trembled, and the pained expression on your face told Shockwave enough, as did the sight of your misshapen nose.

"I will tend to your wounds," your boyfriend began, "And then I will see to it that Starscream be punished for this inexcusable and cowardly act."

"Thank you," you responded quietly.

He helped stop your bleeding, and bandaged your nose. Then he made sure the rest of your body was fine, before he set you down on his table.

"Wait for me here, I shall return to give you physical affection after Starscream has been dealt with."

You smiled at him and nodded, warmth filling you at how much he cared about you and how much he was willing to do for you. You relaxed in the lab while he went to deal with Starscream, and when he returned he delivered the affection he promised. Which was mostly cradling you in his servo or letting you curl up against his neck cables. Nonetheless, you were happy and soon fell asleep as the pain medication kicked in.

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