#tfa yoketron x reader

[transformers-spike]

Hear me out

the TFA High Council running a train on a tiny human - ESPECIALLY the old men (Yoketron included bc he never died in my heart of hearts)

There's something so nice about big bots being distinctly aware how overwhelming they can be (even if they modify their spikes), and just the praise and encouragement they can give to get the human through the world's most dangerous gangbang

Bonus points if one (or more) of them hold the human's legs spread with two digits as the transfluid pours out

They're exhausted by the end of it while the bots are fine and dandy - they can go back to work no problem while their human is dying

[cheschesterpossum]

your wifeys are arguing again wyd?

Pov Kup got kicked to the sofa by Yoke.

[ctghost]

@cheschesterpossum drawing yandere sim maid yoketron is kinda fun lol let my boy be crazy sicklove girl with katana tehehehb 🙏😋

Y/n: i will need to talk to whoever decided to give him and me these outfits

(w pink blood ver below)

[mokabeanzz]

Entry for @cheschesterpossum 's DTIYS!!! Congrats for 500 followers!!! and here's your yan yoketron >:)

[jinuaei]

My entry for @cheschesterpossum's DTIYS!!! Yandere maid Yoketron 😋😊

Congratulations for 500 followers! Here's to 500 more!!!

[aerkame]

My brain is gonna oof lmao

ISTG my brain is coming up with too many Transformers concepts that I can not focus on one or the other or even finish requests without getting a new idea so I’m just gonna make a list of ideas on here and update along as things go.

also please yell at me in messages if I take more than a week to do an ask, I really mean it, I have notifications on for messages so I will see it and get a reminder to do that ask.

Finish Vehicon reader series (series now, no longer a one shot)

TFA neutral or just young seeker reader insert

Metal monsters AU headcanons

TFA Megop fic (Sherlock themed sort of), it must have Nightbeat as a detective or I will die.

IDW-G1 Starscream x Autobot prisoner (potentially a one shot, depends how it goes with the story)

Swindle x reader

Lovecraftian TFP everyone x reader (all one shots)

IDW Blurr x reader (pre-war or just no war)

TFA Megatron x monoformer reader

TFA Lockdown x Seeker reader

TFA Yoketron x reader (platonic, not romantic)

TFA, TFP characters as humans eating grill cheese (one shots)

IDW or TFP Megatron learning about how humans get strong in their own way (mentally and physically) from a ripped reader

Merformers fanfic inspired from Ponyo, Optimus is definitely an overprotective father

TFA Starscream x femme Autobot reader (a flier)

G1 Starscream x Neutral/rogue reader

Ayo if anyone has any ideas they want added on here just tell me :U

also brb, making another grilled cheese, first one was pretty good ngl

TFP Sythen Ratchet(crazy Ratchet on space steroids) x vehicon reader

- unrelated to Transformers/ originals -

Bular's Bane part 2 (Trollhunters)

Dark lord x reader (reader is not the "hero", but they are the one to defeat the dark lord, might be a series, not one shot)

Welcome Home horror fanfiction

Edit: I'm alright, just exhausted. 👍

[jazz-miester]

I will cherish you. Until my last breath I will cherish you.

Pairing: Tfa Jazz x Reader

Reader type: Human female

Song: Beyond the pines-Thrice

Warnings: Angst. Reader injury.

An: I assure you there is fluff at the end! Thank you for the request!

Tags:@fahchiin

You were lucky to be where you were now. On the hospital bed tucked into the autobots medbay. Arm held close to your chest wrapped firmly with a snow white cast.

The Autobots had defended Detroit from the Deceptions once again. Jazz had fought ferociously with them. You figured it was in part with you being there.

The battle was intense. Sounds of gunfire and yelling mechs sure to haunt your memories in the days to come. The heat of a blaster still echoing over your skin.

Your body begins to shake as more and more rolls over you. The bark of orders. Mechs lining up to go defend the city that they called home away from Cybertron. And Jazz.

Oh God Jazz.

The normally outgoing mech had fallen into a personality you had yet to see. His ever present smile fell as his visored optics fell on you. Realization that you would once again see the one thing he desperately tried to keep you from. The one aspect of his life he wished that you and many others did not have to see.

It was because of him though you were safe.

His love of you was well known in the Autobot ranks. Often where one of you were the other was soon to follow. Just as in the music Jazz adored. The two of your were one harmony. The melody to the others life.

It seemed though that because of that love the Deceptions deemed you a prime target. One to use to get under the mechs armour.

You had been hoisted high into the air. The breath leaving your lungs as the Deception warrior griped you harshly. Your stomach turned and fear took a sudden hold over you. Heart drumming in your chest like a caged bird trying to break free.

The look in Jazz's face was one you'd never soon forget.

Regret. Horror. Fear etched on on every inch of him.

It was because of him you were safe.

He was convinced he was the reason why you had gotten hurt.

He had fought ferociously. Dentae bared, engine roaring, cybertronian curses spilling past his lips.

Jazz was every bit the former student of Yoketron. Every bit the soldier of the Elite Guard.

The Deception had fallen in a few brief moments. One to many mistakes costing him the remainder of his cycles to come.

You had been injured in the midst of it. It could have been worse. God's knew it could have been worse.

A broken arm.

Just a broken arm.

Jazz had pulled his palm strike back to late and it had clipped you. The Deception was a coward and had used you as a shield.

After that Jazz had taken you to the nearest hospital. Then left.

Optimus had been the one to pick you up afterwards. The Primes soft words barely soothing to your hurt soul.

"He just. He left me Optimus. Jazz never just. Leaves. He always tells me he has to go. No matter what." The young mech vents heavily.

"I'm sorry Y/n. I don't even know why he did that. He's not injured at the very least. If it's any consolation." Tears spill and well over your flushed cheeks.

Optimus had left you in Ratchets care. The old mech insisting on checking over you. Making sure that there was nothing the human medics had missed.

A once over and then.

"The kids a fragging idiot for leaving you." Ratchet puts the scanner he was using to the side. "Anybot with functioning optics could see what you have." He rests a servo to the side of you. "But he's here now. Do you want to talk to him?"

Your chest warmed and your spirit lifted. Maybe it had just been a misunderstanding? Mistakes do happen.

"Yes!" You breathed out hastily. Not even caring if I sounded a bit desperate. All you wanted was to be with Jazz in this moment. To find some sort of solace after all that happened.

As Jazz passed through the doorway Ratchet slapped a servo down on his shoulder. Sending something over a comm link that had Jazz's already tired looking face falling even further.

"Y/n. Ah'm sorry ah didn't mean for ya ta." You cut him off as you stand up on the edge of the berth and wrapped your good arm around his neck. Face pressed into cabling as you spill every ounce of worry you had. From a press of your lips against his to cupping his face to looking him over and over again to make sure he wasn't injured.

It took longer for you to notice how still he was. Optics free of his visor as he looks over the top of you. Gone was he from this plane of thinking. You press your hand to his chest plate feeling the ever constant thrumming of his spark. The feeling soothing to your frya d nerves. Jazz's servo presses over your much smaller one. Brings your knuckles to his lips and presses the softest kiss to them.

His servo then trails over the bruising along your jaw. The split in your lips before gently tapping the cast on your arm.

"Ah don't deserve ya." His voice sounded broken. Static thick in his normally smooth voice.

"Well that's far from the truth and you know it." You tell him. Your brows furrowing in confusion. Jazz's servo begins to shake.

"No. Ah don't deserve ya." Every so gently he pulls you away from him and in that moment you know. Something swimming deep in the pit of your stomach. Dread. Fear.

"Ah certainly don't after what's happen. Y/n. Sweatspark." His digits brush away loose hair that had fallen into your eyes. "Ah couldn't keep ya safe. Ah hurt you when ya needed me the most. That scream. Primus that sound you made will haunt my processers for vorns ta come." Every so slowly his accent fell. "Ah failed you when you needed me the most. I. I don't deserve ya." He pushes himself away from the berth table knowing full well you couldn't get off if it yourself. Broken arm or not.

"I can't be with you knowing I'm the one causing you harm. I love ya. I just. I love ya to much to see you get hurt because of me. Ah'm sorry, y/n."

Nothing was real anymore. Your ears rang and rushed with the sound of your beating heart. The berth swayed beneath you as the breath left your lungs.

"Jazz." Your voice cracked a painful lump began to form at the base of your throat. "Jazz don't do this. Please." It hurt oh God it hurt. Your vision blurred and the mech you once called your heart shook his helm. "Jazz we can talk about this please. Don't. Don't leave me." You couldn't bare the thought of him not being there with you.

"A'hm sorry." His own tears fell and so did yours. Your bodies one last plea for it to be fake. One last desperate act for this to not break your already shattering heart.

Jazz left as silently as he came in. Stopping briefly in the door way before shaking his helm and leaving.

That closing door signifying more than just an ending.

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Your screaming had more than one medic rushing into the room. Every last bit of energy you had was pushed into your lungs. Expressing an unfelt pain in the only way possible.

Letting it bubble and fester deep in your stomach. Boiling unbridled rage. Flowing up into your chest. Shattering every bit of who you once were. Until it lept into your throat and flowed over your lips into eternity. Screaming until you no longer could.

Heart break.

All consuming.

You were in a place of healing. Of betterment.

You had just received the worst thing in your life.

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It was Ratchet who tried to help you through this. Who tried to steer you through storming waters you had yet to experience before.

"Y/n you have to eat. Drink water. Kid anything is more preferable to this." Ratchet was by your side once again. The bots had decided it might be a good idea to have you stay with them for a while.

Primus they were grateful they did.

You seemed a shell of your former self. Depression had taken hold of you. It's sickly honeyed words whispered in your ears.

"I know Ratchet. I'm. I'm trying ok." The old medic had only looked forlornly at your diminishing figure. All the life you once held in your chest gone.

The melody to your song had left you. Your harmony now a solo.

A Kauai Oo calling to the sun.

"I know kid. I know." He pushed the pb and j Sari had made you closer in hopes it might make you eat. Or at least eat more than the coffee and noodles you had taken to. "It means something that your trying." He cents heavily. Softly. Then smiles. "It means you haven't given up. And that's good kid."

You ate that sandwich. Along with the others Sari and Bumblebee made you. Even if the yellow bug has tried some rather, interesting, ingredients.

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"She's doing some what better. Right, Ratchet?" Optimus had walked in on you crying. Granted it was just a few years and you reassured him over and over again that yes, you were ok, and yes. You were getting better.

"Heart break takes time kid." Ratchet gave you a soft look at you from across the room. Jacket pulled tight over your shoulders. The energon crystal earrings glinting in the light of the room. The crystals you had been given few years ago.

The crystals Jazz gave you.

Call you sentimental. He still loved you. You knew that. Jazz wanted you to be happy. And so you tried. Gaining something from prescious memories.

"Cybertronian and human Spark break isn't all to different. Just be glad they're not bonded femme and mech. That would have been a bag of cyber-cats let loose." Optimus gave a low whistle.

"Ya. It. Primus that would have been a lot worse."

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There came a day when you learned that Prowl had given Jazz a long. Lengthy lecture.

And not any lecture mind you.

From what Sari was telling you Prowl had barely refrained from yelling at one of his oldest friends for such stupidity.

Granted the eight year old was prone to telling tall tales at any given moment but.

Prowl? Meditative, calm,collected. Last to rise to anger Prowl?

Telling his closest friend to pull his processers out from his aft and take the two bit micro-plates he had for a processer and use them to realize how stupidly foolish he had been and apologize to the only femme in the history of Cybertron to actually deeply and truly love him.

To love Jazz.

Not the musician.

Not the elite guardsman.

Jazz.

His faults an flaws and imperfections.

You damn near cried. You and Prowl had gotten to be close friends because of Jazz. You never knew Prowl had cared this deeply.

"Because you, y/n, are one of a kind. And so is Jazz. Despite his faults and failings, and his obvious inability to see any sort of worth himself. You loved him. You, y/n. Cared." Prowl had sat across from you in his room. The scents of blooming flowers and rich earth forever calming to you. "And that enough is for me to care about you as well. As a friend. As the future sparkmate to my closest friend."

Sparkmate. The word hung in the air and a knowing smile spread across Prowls faceplates. Of course that mech would know before you.

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It was two months after that you saw him again.

A blip in a cybertronian life cycle.

Not so much in yours.

It has been six months since then. And just as you did before you met Jazz, you did your job as Liaison to the Autobots.

This meeting you had to go to was the first I. A long line of them.

And there was Jazz. Right behind Sentinel Prime.

Optics purely on you. Taking in the sight of you.

Strong. Healthy. Cast gone.

But a weight still laid on your shoulders.

You reacted much like the first time you met him. In just this manner.

He was just a guards mech.

You were a Liaison. Desperate to keep Autobots and humans kind at peace.

And despite your collected demeanor butterflies erupted at the pit of your stomach.

Despite everything you stilled cared.

The twitch in Jazz's servo when another mech got to loud. To rowdy was telling. Only did he react when it was you. Be it just subtle anger or straight out yelling.

You were the soul being of his focus.

He wanted to keep you safe.

Not Sentinel.

Not your superior.

You.

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Mistakes do happen.

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The two of you barley saw each other after that.

You talked to mechs and femmes you were familiar with.

Who you only knew through Jazz.

Such a sad look on their face plates.

No longer did you run with you song.

Nor did Jazz.

Muted and dull.

It had to be fixed.

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Fixed indeed.

"Y/n?" You jumped at the familiar voice. Smooth and rolling. It reminds you of woodsmoke and whiskey. A weird thought probably but. It just made sense.

You turned on heel. Papers and datapads fumbling in your hands as you bite back the yelp that threatened to spill over

"Jazz." You answered back. The black and white mech looked from you then to the door and back again.

"Ah'm sorry. M' probably the last mech ha wanna see. Ah hadn't known you'd be in here otherwise I wouldn't have..." He trailed off audials flicking towards the door. And that's when you heard it. The lock and hiss of the door locking shut.

"That blasted femme." Jazz rapped a fists against the metal door. "Femme ya better-" A singsong voice interrupted him. Muffled slightly from behind the door.

"Nuh-uh Jazz! Ya owe me one remember? Well consider this repaying me by making up to the human femme! She loves ya! You love her! So make up and-" Jazz cut her off by abruptly yelling that he got it.

The silence was thick. Nothing more than the whirring of gears and the shuffling of paper.

Jazz to a seat and slowly made his way over to you. Pausing a considerable few feet away before placing the chair down, leaning forward and bowing his head.

"No point in pushing it off right? Unless I wanna let Ultra Magnus know that I've managed to get codes above my ranking that is." You chuckle at that. Not like when you were together but. It was familiar. Warming.

It was silent again. Enough time had passed and you were done with paperwork and the data pads sized to you had long since been powered off. Something in you knew Jazz had been waiting for this. Never was he one to try and take you away from your work.

Just like you hadn't done him. To important to do so in each other's life's.

Still. There were moments.

Moments you missed.

"Ah'm sorry. Truly." You gave little reaction. Truthfully though you were a jittery anxious mess.

"Jazz. You've said that so many times now." You looked over at him. Defeated and dejected on a to small chair. His armour, while cleaned and waxed, was missing it's usual glow. It's life. His faceplates held more age on it than you had ever seen. The metal darkened and paled at the same time. His optics dull.

He was missing his beat. His tune. His song.

Jazz was just as hurt by this as you were.

Although you had hoped otherwise. Despite him hurting you you had hoped he would find some peace in it.

It looked as if it had eaten him alive.

"Are you actually sorry. Or are you just regretting what you've done?" The mech gave a lifeless chuckle.

"Would ya except both as an answer?" You rolled your shoulders working some stiffness out from hours of sitting.

"I would." You told him.

It fell silent again. Both of you looking at the other. Then away. Then back again.

Jazz pulled his chair closer towards you. Moving slowly as to give you time to tell him to stop.

You didn't.

He sat before you. Your legs dangled over the rised balcony for the human workers. Jazz's chest was level with your head.

"M'sorry though. Thought I was doing what was best for ya. Thought I was keeping ya safe." You scoffed. Anger rolling in your chest . Then simmering down. You knew where he was coming from but.

"Still. We could have talked. I'm an adult Jazz. In an adult relationship with you. I'm capable of handling myself." You looked up at him. "I trusted you to keep me safe. Alive. I knew what I was in for when I had agreed to be your girlfriend. To let you court me in cybertronian standards." You laid your hand over the curve of his cheek.

"Jazz I loved you. I trusted you. And it hurt me more when you left me than it did when I broke my arm. That kinda stuff is temporary. You're not." One of Jazz's servos rested beside you. The other gently to the hand on his cheek.

He pressed a kiss to your palm and shivers ran down your spine.

"Ah still love ya. My dearest spark. I still do." He kissed the tips of your fingers. Watching you with optics that made your heart flutter. Those optics held promise. Love. "I was a twice damned fool to do what I did to ya. And ah hadn't already figured that out well. Primus Prowl sure as frag made sure to let me know."

That drew a laugh from you.

His framed tensed.

For once his words were stuck at his lips. Afraid to move onwards.

"Y/n. Do." He stopped. Took both your hands in his servos. "Y/n do you still love me to?"

Your heart drummed.

"Jazz. If you were any other man I would have decked you for that question." His almost drew away from you. Your tight grip on his digits told him you wanted otherwise.

"But you're not any other man. You're Jazz. The only mech, or man, in the universe to have captivated me so fully. When I asked you to not leave me I meant it. I didn't want you to go. I still don't want you to."

You lent forward. Drawing him towards you with either hand on his jaw.

Your lips hovered over his.

"Jazz I never stopped loving you."

He bridged the gap between you quickly. Pressing forward and pressing his servo at the small of your back. The other one gently holding you. His thumb gliding over your cheek.

His lips on yours.

Breath shared.

Whispers.

Sorry.

Love.

Promise.

Jazz pulled away. His lips still barely over yours.

"I will cherish you." He spoke. Breathless and desperate.His voice lowered. "I will cherish you until my last breath."

[transformers-spike]

I have a differing opinion on Headmaster. Yeah he's an incel but he also likes robots, so I think he'd also want to bang Cybertronians (he never will though because his like of them is only objectification)

Also imagine starts training his students on human fucking. Like, hes giving his mate the craziest backshots and they under him writhing and squirting all over the place and Yoketron's chill and explaining shit to Prowl as hes forced to watch. (terrified boner)

Also what does everyone think the bots reactions would be to a genuine ahegao orgasm from their human? Share your thoughts with the class, I'm genuinely curious.

Yeah I completely agree

Honestly I'm kind of split between him praising the Hybrid Project on social media because it seems so cool to him (and he wants to fuck bots) or shit-talking it a la "I've been rejected" because he doesn't qualify to get into the program. Either way, it's literally just:

Bro Yoketron teaching his students how to frag humans is making me feral. He's the exact type to discover all the squirting techniques - did all kinds of research (especially hands on) - and now he's generously passing down his knowledge to other bots

Prowl is such a victim in this situation lmao - when your teacher is passing down the godliest knowledge known to bot, but the situation is so awkward you just stand there with a boner

(Anyway did I mention I love it when people use the term "mate" for Cybertronian/human relationships? It's so raw)

Bro ahegao-gasms are wild to them - but also a mark of pride. Some of them are concerned because they legit don't know what's happening, while others are trying to make it happen again and again.

The closest bot equivalent to an ahegao is rebooting. It typically lasts between a few seconds to a few minutes. Their frames lock up, their optics go offline - they temporarily "black out" as the remains of charge leave their frames. It's like a mini explosion happening inside their circuitry and now they have to recover

[transformers-spike]

related to Yoketron knocking his human up

So like... do all of his ex-students show up at the dojo to pay their respects to his sparkling?

Appreciate your master's jellybean child

(on another note I think Lockdown finding out about this would kinda fuck him up)

[transformers-spike]

"Bro i would be so pissed if prowl fucked my mom" bro where did this fucking come from 😭 /pos

Prowls so fucking frustrated with his Yoketron. First the guy kills himself after he JUST revived him and then he REVIVES AGAIN AFTER EXPERIENCING HUMAN PUSSY FOR THE FIRST TIME AND NOW HE CAN'T HAVE A ONE ON ONE CONVERSATION WITH HIM BECAUSE THIS FUCKING SLUT CAN'T STOP MASSAGING HIS SPIKE WITH THE SOFT BUT TEXTURED INSIDES OF A HUMAN

I like both scenarios where Yoketron is openly slutty, moaning and shit, can't stop overloading and Yoketron not giving a shit and calmly talks to others as if he isn't doin it rough and dirty doggystyle in front of them

hieuifeuiwwefui I'M FUCKING LOSING IT

bro the secondhand embarrassment is making me perish

It's like the "came back wrong" trope but horny

Listen I'm sure there's a serious way of handling this... but horny old man galore is too fucking funny

[transformers-spike]

Bro i would be so pissed if prowl fucked my mom

So that's why I'm fucking his. Just the mental image of him coming back to the dojo to find his mentor with a human on the berth is enough to make me cackle. I said "i fucked your dad" while putting out a ciggerate on Yoketron's neck

LMAOOOOOOOO

Omg - you didn't just fuck his dad, you made a SLUT out of his dad

[transformers-spike]

love all this old man robot fucker material, definitely did not have a thing for yoketron 2 days ago but now i'm severely thinking about the serious straight-laced ninja master being rendered a drooling pleasure addict by human hole. he just can't keep his composure when he's hilt deep in earth valve that feels like it was made just for him. make that senior citizen ahegao.

also it's cracking me tf up thinking about prowl having a crisis about his sensei, who allegedly died twice in order to make an important point, actually not being dead at all. the old bitch has been living comfortably in secret for years?! now he's pulling strings with the autobot council so he can collect earth wives (gender neutral)?!?!

prowl: sensei, this is bullshit

yoketron: it was important for your development. i was testing you.

prowl: THIS IS SUPER BULLSHIT 64, SENSEI

yoketron: let your anger pass through you as wind passes through a canyon on velocitron. come, my apprentice. let us hit the earth club and compare our breeding techniques with the humans.

- 💀

UIFEWUIFEUIFEUIEWFUIHEWF

YOKETRON SHOULD BE AT THE CLUB GETTING BITCHES IUEWIUFEUIWFEUIFEUIFEWUWEFIUFWEIUIFHEUIUFE OMGGGG

also I think Prowl would vehemently refuse to have a threesome with his master and a human (or participate in any sexual activity if his master is just... there) - because that's like having a gangbang with your surrogate father

Even if you don't touch dicks, it's going to haunt you forever

[transformers-spike]

Prowl and Yoketron competing for top hybrid producer

You think yoketron would knot?

Yoketron has the upper hand in fertility, but Prowl's on home base (aka Earth) and has the easiest access to humans

Considering how the bots get to literally pick their interface array models (and collect them too lmao), I can totally see there being knot models.

So yes. Yoketron can technically knot

Honestly would be quite nice to relax with him as he's knotting you. Just chilling

[cheschesterpossum]

GANBARE, PROWL!

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Other stuff:

[cheschesterpossum]

[cheschesterpossum]

Haven't seen anyone ship these two yet, so I'm here to fill the place:)

Pretty much based off this

poly x reader bonus:

You're the mediator.