#tfp bulkhead x reader

[mariacrow]

Hi love, Let me start off with saying that I adore your writing! I was wondering if you could do some cute fluffy relationship head cannons with TFP Optimus, Bulkhead, and Bumblebee with a human female S/O please?

Totally okay if you ignore this one, just wanted to throw something out there. Keep up the amazing work!

Thank you, love 🥰 I planned on doing TFP Autobots relationship headcanons so here are your boys amongst everyone else ;)

This one is EVEN LONGER 💀 (that’s what she said pt. 2)

For Decepticon headcanons click here! 💜

I AM SORRY FOR ANY GRAMMAR MISTAKES OR TYPOS, I DIED WRITING THIS 😭

TFP Autobots x reader

❀ relationship headcanons ❀

2nd person

female reader

how you’d get together, confession

how you’d function together, PDA

intimacy, preferences (NSFW)

how long would it last

excluding Arcee because I mainly do male characters

OPTIMUS PRIME

HE SAID 🤨

It would take a looooong time for you two to click. He would treat you equally like he does everyone else and not give you any signals, not even mixed, so you would think it’s impossible to take it to another level with him.

As time would pass though, you two would isolate yourselves more and more when you’d have a chance. He’d take you on long relaxing rides.

Most of the time he would let you blabber while he’d stay silent and listen. He can listen to your beautiful voice all day.

After a couple of romantic rides he’d finally confess to you, asking if it’s even possible for a creature like him to love a creature like you. He’d ask you to be his one and only, to conjux.

He’d totally understand if you’d reject him but of course you wouldn’t reject him, IT’S OPTIMUS PRIME, WHO WOULD REJECT OPTIMUS PRIME??? (lmao)

He’s okay with PDA but he’d still kinda avoid it, he prefers when you two have proper privacy. He’s often too busy throughout the day anyway.

But when you do get some alone time, he always makes sure it’s the best you’ll ever get.

His sex drive isn’t high but at times he would get intimate with you and make you feel special.

He’s quite romantic actually, vanilla yet very sensual. He would do anything to give you maximal pleasure.

He likes to take it slow and passionate, take his time with you but sometimes, just sometimes, when he has too much pent up stress, he’d take it a bit rougher than usual to relieve himself.

He’s not that vocal, definitely a groaning and grunting type. He’d praise you though, tell you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you.

Definitely calls you “little one”.

Prefers missionary or you riding while facing him so he can look at the complete soft beauty in front of him. Sometimes you push his size kink button which makes him tightly grab onto something, sometimes even damage it.

After he’d feel kinda bad, he’d make sure he didn’t hurt you or bring you any kind of displeasure. He’s the king of aftercare though, that’s for sure.

Da hell u mean how long would it last??? FOREVER OFC. IT’S OPTIMUS PRIME!!! 🤸‍♀️

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RATCHET

Grumpy doc. (MY FAV!!!!!!!!!)

He’d pretend you annoy him the most just to deny his feelings.

As time would pass and as you’d grow on him more you’d catch him getting distracted by you. He’d just keep staring at you with a poker face, secretly admiring you. When you’d catch him he’d shake it off and continue his work.

Slowly he’d get overprotective, wanting to become your guardian probably. He’d also talk with you more often, perhaps even flirt a little with his old doc jokes, make you giggle and admire your blushy face.

He’d take advantage of some alone time with you in the base to confess. He’d let you sit on his shoulder for the first time while he works and talk quietly to you.

Finally he’d spill his spark for you, apologize for being too rough on you at times and asking for a chance to change that.

He’s actually a very good kisser, you could smooch him all day. But NEVER in front of the others. PDA is a nono, especially when you get him flustered which you tend to because he cannot absorb so much beauty at once.

Four walls and a locked door is the best for him. He can admire you properly and have his way with you. He might seem vanilla but he can get kinky.

He’s a control freak in bed too. Considering his age, his pace isn’t the best. He’d always complain about his hips and back but his strength is definitely something to cherish. He’s actually quite experienced so he doesn’t need a quick pace to give pleasure to both of you.

He’s girthy and it’s definitely something he’s proud of. He can get quite cocky and throw a couple of dirty talks. He can get very loud too, likes when you’re loud as well so he can shush you for fun.

He kinda has a breeding kink too (perhaps even doctor & nurse/assistant or patient kink), loves filling you up and seeing your tummy bulge, not letting it leak out.

He isn’t an exhibitionist but he’d love to do it on the control panel with you or in the med bay. As time would pass and as he’d remember how good IT feels, he’d want to do it anywhere and at any time, whenever you’d tickle his wild side with a provocative comment or a provocative look.

One thing that’s hilarious is that he can almost immediately fall asleep after nutting (excuse my language). He tries his best not to but he’s an old tired doc after all, you can’t be mad at him.

He’d pray it lasts because deep down he knows he got too attached. Even when you two would argue, when he’d yell at you for a stupid thing for example, later he’d do anything to make it up to you.

He loves you very dearly.

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BULKHEAD

GENTLE GIANT!!!

He would confess to someone by secretly researching customs about Earth and he would be nervous at first.

You two would bond with some common interests he did research on previously. He’d buy you gifts and take you anywhere you want but at the same time he’d worry about your safety.

He gets flustered very easily so you’d get the memo that he likes you from the start.

It would take him a long time to confess which would result in him being a pure blushing mess. The moment you’d kiss him he’d probably almost faint.

He’s ok with PDA, he doesn’t care what anyone thinks. When he’s with you he’s in another dimension.

He’s a big snuggly wuggly teddy bear. Cuddling has become one of his fav things in the world because of you.

He would also need a lot of time to allow himself to get intimate with you hence he’s so huge. He’s scared he could hurt you.

Hence he needs a lot of words of affirmation, communication is key with him.

He’s a soft dom but can also be a switch if that’s what pleases you. He likes when you tug at his chin. He also loves when his digits are tangled in your hair, it’s his favorite part of your body.

He isn’t really a kinky type or at least his fear of bringing you any harm is suppressing anything that can come out onto the surface. That’s why he might be an experimentalist.

He would not stop until you’re fully pleased. You need to talk to him a lot during sex if you want him to be maximally confident with you.

He’s probably the best at aftercare. Would wrap you up in a blanket and bring you food or anything you ask for really.

He only prefers long term relationships and he’d hope you’re his precious little human forever.

I AM SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT!!! :’((

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BUMBLEBEE

Precious Bee is so clingy that it’s SO obvious that he’s into you.

He wouldn’t leave your side almost. He’d be all happy and bubbly and win you with his optimism.

Don’t let that bubbliness full you though, he’s a hot head and would do anything to protect you. He’s protective in the right amount though.

He’d always snuggle into your hair and press his muzzle against your cheek, as if he’s kissing you. He’d ask you to kiss him back by tapping his cheek and muzzle.

When you’d kiss his muzzle it would be over for him. You’d officially become his partner. He’d probably find a tiny gear to put on your wedding finger.

Totally into PDA! Especially when it annoys Smokescreen and makes him jealous.

Cuddles and any kind physical touch are his absolute FAV. He’s so spoiled when it comes to nuzzling which he does all the time (is obsessed with your softness).

He’s actually very quick to get intimate. You could say his sex drive is high due to his youth.

He’d take it nicely and passionately, especially with his servos. He has a specific kink with digit play. Loves touching you absolutely everywhere and almost every time he overstimulates your private parts with them before he actually penetrates you with his spike.

His stamina is crazy and he always takes advantage of it. His pace is very quick all the time but if you ask him to be slow he will. Your pleasure is also very important to him.

He has a thing for beauty marks, he’d kiss every single one of them every time. You’re the only one he puts his muzzle down for. But not gonna lie he loves when you tug on it.

Perhaps he’d be into leashes and chokers and stuff if you really asked him.

He’s a very soft lover after all so expect epic wholesome aftercare.

Considering he’s a hot head there might be some minor arguments with him but that won’t stop you from having a long term relationship.

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WHEELJACK

JACKIEEEE! (2ND FAV!!!!!!)

He’d flirt the hell out of you. He’d flirt and flirt and flirt, make you blush and get flustered all over again until he makes you fall for him. He’d tease you with calling you “sunshine” or “kid” or “doll” or “baby girl”.

He’s a player, likes it casual but when he knows you’re the one, he doesn’t give up. He’s extremely stubborn.

You’re probably the only reason he’d stay in the base.

He’d take you out and if he notices you’re a romantic soul, he’d be the most romantic man out there even though, in reality, he isn’t romantic at all.

Doesn’t mind PDA, loves showing off how he’s the best boyfriend in the world (or at least he thinks so lmao).

You know he’s a HUGE hot head. Would kill for you.

The moment of confession would probably be the night you get intimate. We could say the best way he can express his love for you is through sex so expect some extreme overstimulation.

He’s into lingerie, especially black and red. Loves making you stain your panties good too.

He INVENTED dirty talking. Also very into oral, eating you out like the tastiest snack. He also loves eye contact, he’d make you look at him or else he’d stop.

He can combine all sorts of paces and positions and roughness, he has his own magic tactics. He loves making you scream while he’s praising you. Doesn’t matter if the base is full or not, he’s a risk taker and it really turns him on.

Sometimes he’d even grab you with one servo and slide you up and down his spike like a pocket pussy. Backshots and reverse cowgirl must be his fav positions.

One his fav places to cum is onto your face, definitely. Or into your mouth. He likes it gushy and messy. His stamina is crazy too.

Would shower you with kisses and praising afterwards, make sure you’re alright.

As I said, he’s into casual stuff but you’re probably the only one who would make him take relationships seriously and enjoy the long term.

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SMOKESCREEN

He’d be so cringe at first. He’s an act first then think after type of mech.

He would flirt SO MUCH with you to the point he’d start annoying you.

He’d notice though. He may seem confident but in truth he’s nervous underneath all that cockiness. He tends to overthink.

He’d ask others for advice, research, anything that could make you his.

At first he would view you as just another one of his dolls he plays with but when he’d realize he actually has serious feelings for you, he’d get serious.

The confession would be spontaneous as he’d probably make out with you like the horny teenager he is. He’d promise to be loyal though and he’d keep that promise.

He’s into PDA, loves showing off how you’re his.

He has a weird kink in making you jealous and vice versa. You’d play a flirting game with anyone you know just to get each other jealous which would result in “who’s gonna give up first and frag the other”.

Loves giving you pet names but also loves when you give him pet names too and refer to him as “baby boy” hence he’s a switch. Also into exhibitionism.

Has a thing for breasts and thighs. He can whimper at times too and when you’d bring it up later he’d deny it and be like “WHAT!? NU-UH!”

Loves when you ride him or his face but is also into backshots even though he prefers when you face him. Perhaps he has a tiny sex tape kink too.

Surprisingly he’d make you cum every time which he would brag about later. His cockiness is always present nonetheless.

As I said, even though he can be an immature horny teenage boy, he can get serious when you put him in his place.

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ULTRA MAGNUS

UH OH 💀💀💀

If you choose to fall in love with this man expect to be heart broken twelve times until you get together (if that’s even possible).

Kidding, it’s possible. But still very difficult. Prepare for a long one, he’s a very complicated mech 💀.

He would not even notice you. At first he’d just call you a native or a soldier but once he starts calling you by your actual name that would be the signal that he views you as someone who he has a positive opinion on.

You’d have to be REALLY pushy on him, be as clingy as possible, annoy the hell out of him so he’d actually set his guard down.

You’d develop your relationship with him scolding you like a parent, telling you what to do and what not to do while you’d disobey him. Sometimes you’d even bring a TIIINY smirk on his face because you’re just too cute, he can’t be mad at you forever.

With that, he’d get overprotective and follow you around all the time, not letting you out of his sight.

Would always correct you that you should refer to him as “sir” or “lieutenant” or even “commander”. He loves it when you do it in bed especially, it REALLY gets him going. Also has a brat taming kink.

This would go on for a loooong time until you actually conjux. He’s definitely a type of mech to keep you in handcuffs in a relationship.

PDA? What’s that? Sometimes it would seem he’s keeping you a secret.

When it comes to intimacy you’d probably think this mech’s sex drive is ZERO. But oh. He’d grope you and touch you everywhere, ex vent into your ear, giving you a sign at the most unexpected time that he wants you then and there.

He has a LOT of pent up stress so you’d be his stress outlet. His foreplay is a bit dry to be honest but he’d learn his way with you.

Even though his roughness can result in not caring about your pleasure at all, he’d still make your eyes roll in the back of your head.

Soon he’d realize how good you actually make him feel as he’d lean and kiss you (your lips, torso or back/neck, depends on the position which don’t matter to him as long as he’s on top).

Would definitely mark you all over with his servos because he tends to grope HARD. He also loves seeing the outline of his spike on your stomach as he couldn’t help but press onto it and feel it move in and out of you.

His aftercare is very poor too. At first you’d get intimate as if it’s a one night stand. He’d leave almost immediately or the next morning without even saying anything.

He’d isolate himself as first, making you feel as if he’s using you as a toy but in the end everything would come together and he’d give himself to you.

He’d still keep his formality at times. Getting intimate with him would probably be the only time he’d express his emotions as much as possible even though it really isn’t much.

This could go on either forever or fall apart after some time… Depends on you.

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@k----a27s helped me with Bulk, Bee and Smokey! ❤️

[savvymantis]

Could I ask how Ratchet, Bulkhead, Wheeljack and Optimus would react to their human s/o sighing dramatically near them and saying “Sitting here. Unkissed. When will it end?..” just silly fluffy stuff with the big robo guys!! 

Also do you have a character limit on requests?? If the characters listed is too many could you do just Bulkhead and Ratchet?? Thanks!

Living for Loving

I am assuming this is the TFP universe. Feel free to resend the ask if I'm wrong tho!

Ratchet:

Ratchet sighs, tired optics trailing to where you're laid out on the nearby couch. With everyone out on patrol, he's left alone with your antics, freed now that the embarrassment of an audience is gone.

You give him your saddest face, cheek squished against the couch arm. "Humans need affection to live, you know."

Ratchet scoffs. "Please."

"It's true!" You say with a pout. "Several studies have been done on the necessity of companionship and affection needed in the creation and sustainability of a healthy individual."

The rush of words, while sounding correct, still strike Ratchet as something you just made up to cajole kisses out of him. Even if you are being honest, the kids all smothered you in hugs before they left, so you're not dying just yet from lack of attention.

"Ratchet!" You whine to him, and his antenna twitches. "Please? I'm sitting here so unkissed, unloved! Do you even care-!?"

A squeal escapes you as two large servos scoop you up. Ratchet grouches, low grumbles in a language older than the human race itself, but his intake brushes over your cheeks. You smooth your own hands over his face, peppering warm metal in smooches.

And despite the show of irritation, there's an audible hiss as he relaxes into your touch, air rushing from his pent-up frame like a sigh of relief.

Bulkhead:

"So you want me dead?"

Bulkhead wilts. "You know it's not that, sweetspark."

"Then why must I lie here?" You lament, fake hitches to your little voice sending stabs right into his spark. "Unkissed. Unloved. Dying, when my beloved is right here, refusing me life's simplest pleasures?"

Bulkhead doesn't know what to do with himself. He's already late for patrol, that plus Miko has been demanding a joyride today. He really needs to leave the moment he's done refueling, and kissing you would mean waiting for the energon to leave his intake, so he doesn't hurt you. He doesn't have that kind of time.

He throws back his energon. "Energon is dangerous for you."

"And my withering away isn't!?" You demand, up into a squeaky register now. Bulkhead sulkingly shuffles past you towards the washracks. "I just want my goodbye kiss!"

"Bleh." Bulkhead spits out the water, the taste of energon washed away. He turns to you, and finds you standing now, reaching for him. Bulkhead lifts you up, nuzzling into the soft press of your lips.

"Be safe."

"Always."

Wheeljack:

"Woe is meeeee!"

Wheeljack flicks a digit along his datapad, scrolling through endless mission briefs and rules. It's boring, but he has his reasons for actually trying to do his work right now.

"Jackie, you're killing meeeeee!"

Wheeljack stretches, holding the pad above his head so he could recline and keep reading.

"You want me dead! You want me neglected and starving and dead and buried and gone-"

"You done?" Wheeljack asks you, but you just turn your nose up.

"No. You also want me suffering." With a huff, you nod to him. "Now I'm done. Can I have my kiss now?"

Wheeljack laughs heartily. You're too cute for your own good, the way your cheeks puff out when you're mad at him, eyes big and watery as you whine for his attention. It feels good to be wanted so desperately, but it feels even better to dangle kisses just out of your reach to hear your dramatic complaining.

"I'll die without my kisses." You warn him.

"That sounds interesting. Mind if I watch?"

You're already wiggling off the berth. "That's it. I'll get my kisses from Smokescreen instead."

"Wait!!"

Optimus:

For all the time he's spent, emotions buried beneath duty and the need to appear strong, Optimus is surprisingly receptive to your playful wallowing and dramatic lamentations. His smile brushes against the warm softness of your bare stomach, low rolling chuckles vibrating his chassis as you daintily throw your arm across your head.

"I have never been so neglected." You cry, despite how Optimus kisses along the bend of your hips. "Oh, when will my big strong mech return from the war?"

"I will always return to you." Optimus murmurs, your giggles gracing his audials.

"You return but yet I still lie here, without smooches." You stroke a hand over his crest, grinning when he gazes up at you, optics soft and adoring. "You enjoy seeing me laid so low?"

"In some situations." Optimus says, taking advantage of your momentary bashfulness to seal your together in a smoldering kiss. "Has that quelled your agony?"

"Nope." You say, popping the P so he laughs. "Gonna need, hmmm. . . twelve more." Optimus kisses you again, pulling back to see you nodding sagely. "Twelve. . . probably more, though."

"You may have as many as you want."

"Yay!"

[harventheblorbo]

Their Love Languages! Autobots➥

Containing:.. everyone that's a Autobots (that I know of) .. Gender neutral reader

___ is gender neutral (human or cybertronian is up to you)

Warning:.. May have some errors or misspelled stuff. Didn't feel like writing it on my laptop lmfao. Little swearing

authors note: it was legit 4 am and I thought, 'let's make something that you will regret if you don't finish it!' and I pulled this out of my ass so enjoy this and please request anything I’m bored out of my mind💀

Optimus Prime;

Giving; His main love language is quality time and gift giving. His favorite moments are just spending time with you as that might be the only way to communicate how much he loves you. For gift giving, he sees gifts as if they have meaning you each one. He does try to put some meaning behind it as well.

Receiving; he loves receiving acts of service. To him it shows that you are willing to show that you love him by helping him with his life

Ratchet;

Giving; despite this man being a grumpy man, his love language is Quality time and and acts of service. He enjoys just sitting there as you two chat about random things as he works. When he isn’t working he likes to help you with things.

Receiving; This man is VERY simple with what he gets. He likes acts of service. He likes how someone helps with him and thinks it has meaning when you help with his stuff so it doesn’t take longer to do what ever he needed

Bumblebee;

Giving; Words of affirmation. Simple as that. He loves pampering you with compliments and sometimes enjoys when you blush at his comments. He wants to make sure that he loves you by telling you the usual ‘I love you’s and just wholesome stuff that he would say. (Or in this case beep and whirr at you)

Receiving; He enjoys physical touch. Either that be simple hand holding or to cuddling he just enjoys it a lot and begs you with puppy eyes for late night cuddling or random naps together.

Arcee;

Giving; She shows her love through Acts of service and gift giving. She may not be the best at showing her love through love so she shows it in different ways and just prays that you understand how much you mean to her.

Receiving; As in return, she loves Physical Touch. She is extremely touch starved so she enjoys you hugging her a lot of just hand holding. She loves it when you are just talking with her and you two are holding hands.

Bulkhead;

Giving; his main thing is acts of service. He helps you with sometimes reaching up places where you normally can't. Or just helping you carry stuff that you can't

Receiving; he likes words of affirmations to praise his acts of service. It also shows that you truely love him and not just trying to ignore it.

WheelJack;

Giving; his love language is physical touch and words of affirmations . To him, it's the true way to show how to love a S/O. When it comes to physical touch, he will random just cling to you and not let go. It will also be very random but can last along time being in cuddle bug mode. When it comes to words affirmations he will say random 'love you's and random bullshit that Just makes you flustered.

Receiving; he is not picky with what he gets. He enjoys when he has a S/O that gives him physical touch so it's just cuddle bugs with cuddle bugs.

Ultra Magnus;

Giving; Gift giving and words of affirmations. He is the best at gift giving as he finds that he will randomly find and will buy it for you if it reminds him of you. You if you straight up ask him.

Receiving; physical touch, I think that he is EXTREMELY touch starved so when you touch him in the slightest, he will fall harder for you then he already has.

Smokescreen;

Giving; words if affirmations and physical touch, his favorite thing to do is to cuddle you and just tell jokes or say shit that will make you flustered as all hell.

Receiving; Quality Time. He loves it when his S/O just wants to spend time with him like a little lost puppy.

Cliffjumper;

Giving; Quality time and words of affirmations. He just enjoys spending some time with you as he spoils you rotten with compliments.

Receiving; he loves Gift giving. He just thinks that it's cute when his S/O gives him little things.

[transformers-spike]

imagine painting your nails so that the color matches a bots plating and showing your nails off to them excitedly, i feel like half of them would be like "aww" while the other half would immediately take you to fragtown

Ohhhh boy I'm mostly going for TFP Those with notable reactions would be Smokescreen and Knock Out. Smokescreen because he's going feral over this because what do you mean you can paint your keratin??? and his colors too???? He's telling literally everyone about this he's so ecstatic about it. Knock Out would plan on fragging you the second he realizes what you're doing. At first it's just him assuming you're decorating yourself - then you admit you chose the color because of him, and his processor malfunctions for a few seconds. It reboots and now he's on a mission to fluster you into fragging. Honorable mentions include Bulkhead and Breakdown whose cooling fans immediately kick in and they want to frag you so bad but are too shy to bring it up. Don't worry, Breakdown manages to snap out of it and awkwardly offers it later on. Starscream would huff say at least someone has good tastes. He'll tease you for it, sure - but won't frag you until you beg for it.

Bumblebee is as excited as you, he's beeping happily and showing you off to everyone else. Arcee is touched by the gesture, and her first reaction would be to flirt with you and watch as you shrivel up from shyness. Ratchet says he appreciates it and immediately goes back to work. But it's only hours later that it hits him and now he's got his face buried in his servos because fraggggggg oh Primus you actually did it for him. Everyone else would be flattered but mostly disinterested. Don't hold it against them, they're stressed out of their minds. Except Airachnid who jokes about wanting to preserve your hands forever. Yikes, can you maybe chill?

[cybertronian-cupid]

Heyo! This is my first time requesting here so I hope I'm doing this right 😅 could I request some headcannons for a gn! Reader x tfp!bulkhead? Just some general fluff for the big guy. He doesn't get enough love 😭 thank you so much! 💖💖

You are SO right, he does not get enough love!! We love Bulkhead, he is the world's most perfect man (Right next to CV!Grimlock, who, in my opinion, also does not get enough love)~Mila💟

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Going with him on coffee dates when he’s in holoform is a lovely experience. He’s become a favorite at the place his partner takes him, and everyone anticipates meeting this Miko girl. Him being a guardian for a transfer student got quite a few curious questions that both him and S/O answered as well as they could without telling the full truth.

His shoulder guards move up a little bit every time he sees or talks about his s/o. Even after the lovey-dovey start of their relationship mellows, this is one reaction of his frame that he can’t control.

He is a big cuddler. Just look at him, he is hug-shaped.

He gushes about his s/o a lot and Wheeljack has to hear about it, and enjoys poking light-hearted fun at Bulk.

S/O and Wheeljack  along would get along, but he just has to set the ground rule of "don't hurt the big softie"

To minimize the chance of getting squished, he enjoys when S/O sits on his shoulder when he’s at base and the kids are at home. Extra cuddle time too.

He has his music preferences (he’s a metal head (literally and music wise lol)) but he is not opposed to listening to other types of music with s/o if they aren’t a fan.

If S/O gives him a gift of any kind, he will ask them to keep it safe for him if he sees it as very breakable. He does forget his own strength sometimes, and would rather not destroy something precious like that.

[capricorn-writes2]

Hey! Can I Get a headcannon of Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Optimus and Ratchet with S/O that got infected in cybonic plague?

Wheeljack, Bulkhead, Optimus and Ratchet with S/O Who Got Infected with Cybonic Plague

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I try my best to make the portrayal of their character based on their personality, and I would like to apologize for replying to the ask late because I had horrible carpal tunnel syndrome in my right hand and depression, and I had to focus on finding jobs as well as therapy. Thankfully, I graduated in July from my university and able to get a quick 6 months of internship before leaving to find a new job.

Gender: Neutral

Warning: Angst to Fluff, sickness, mention of injuries and Profanities

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OPTIMUS PRIME - Autobot

When Ratchet first tells Optimus you're infected, his spark clenches. He masks the fear behind his usual stoicism, but his optics dim. The Cybonic Plague is a deadly, ancient virus, and he vows silently that you will not meet the same fate.

Optimus spends long hours at your side, even when he should recharge. He watches your spark signature fluctuate on the monitor with quiet intensity. Every labored intake of your vents feels like a countdown ticking louder.

He searches the archives for ancient medical data, something even Alpha Trion once wrote. Sleepless and single-minded, he sifts through fragments of forgotten science. If the answer lies buried in the Well of All Sparks itself, he’ll find it.

When Megatron offers a cure to him but in exchange a cruel price. Optimus would consider surrendering himself if it means you’ll live going through Megatron’s database to get the cure. He volunteers instantly to deliver it, no matter the danger.

Inside your subconscious, he finds a corrupted image of yourself. It’s terrified, glitching, dissolving into plague data. He kneels beside it, shielding you with his own spark energy.

The process nearly destabilizes both of you. Your systems scream under the pressure, and Optimus begins to fade. But his spark surges, wrapping you in protective light.

After what feels like forever, your optics flicker back online. You see him there, battered and dim, but smiling just for you. “You… stayed,” you rasp, and he nods, servos brushing your cheekplate.

Recovery is slow, and he never rushes you. He adjusts your routines, brings Energon himself, and reads to you aloud. No mission takes priority over your healing, not even war. He keeps a fragment of your corrupted code stored away safely. Not as a reminder of the pain, but of the strength you showed.

Your near-loss changes him, even if subtly. He becomes gentler in the quiet moments, less afraid to show his affection. When you reach for his servo now, he squeezes back without delay. He lets you stay by his side in the command center now.

Sometimes, he wakes up from recharge fearing he lost you again. You always pull him close, resting your helm against his chest plate as your arms wrap around him to comfort your sparkmate. “No plague. No pain. I’m here,” you remind him.

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The first symptom was a flicker. Just a minor glitch in your visual sensors, nothing big, just a half-second blackout that you chalked up to fatigue. But then came the spasms. Your servo twitched, then locked. The base lights blurred, the floor shifted beneath your feet, and Ratchet’s voice faded into a muffled hum. By the time you collapsed in the medbay, Optimus was already on one knee beside you, calling your name repeatedly.

Ratchet’s diagnosis was quick, in a second, and brutal: the Cybonic Plague. A virus from Cybertron’s darkest past. You barely heard the details, lost in a haze of heat and static, but through the buzzing in your head, you caught one thing: from your receptor, the fear in Optimus’s voice. No, he didn’t shout; he didn’t panic. He never did. But when he asked, “Ratchet, is there a cure?” The weight behind his words could’ve cracked stone.

You drifted in and out of stasis, each moment flickering between memory and dream. Sometimes you were back on Cybertron, laughing in golden-lit corridors. Other times, you were locked inside your own mind, fighting the virus as it twisted your code. On the other hand, the leader of the Autobots sat beside you, silent, his servo resting against yours.

When your vitals began to crash, Ratchet proposed a dangerous solution: someone had to enter your mind through a neural link and manually inject the cure. Optimus didn’t hesitate. “Prepare the link,” he said. "Optimus Prime, Are you sure?" Ratchet was surprised. The medic even warned him of the risk, of the chance he might not return, but Optimus had already decided. “She is worth the risk.”

Inside your mindscape, the virus had created a corrupted version of you. It was ugly, fractured, glitching, and afraid. Optimus found you there, curled in a pit of static. He didn’t rush to pull you out; instead, he knelt beside you, his sparklight flickering in the dark like a pulse. “You’re stronger than this,” he said, his voice echoing like thunder through the data storm. “And I’m not leaving without you,” His voice was louder. You reached for him with a trembling servo as his hand gently held your hand.

The battle inside your mind was like drowning in code, each surge of infection trying to rewrite who you were. But with every wave, Optimus pushed back, pouring light into the cracks. He shielded you with part of his own spark signature, even as his systems began to flicker too. “Stay,” he whispered when your form began to fade. “Stay with me.” And this time, you did.

You woke to the soft hiss of medbay monitors and the familiar warmth of his servo against yours. Your optics blinked open, and there he was, damaged, dim, but alive. And smiling. “You’re back,” he said, as if those two words were enough to rewrite the universe. You tried to speak, but all you could do was nod, the heat of tears burning behind your eyes. He leaned forward, pressing his helm gently to yours. “I believe in you; I know you could do it.”

Recovery was slow, but he was patient. He helped you walk again, holding you up when your joints trembled. He sat through quiet recharge cycles with you, read aloud during your checkups, and let the others take the front lines so he could stay close. The war could wait, he told them. Because for the first time in a long while, the hope had won against the cybonic plague virus.

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RATCHET - Autobot

Warning: The doctor is tsundere

The moment Ratchet scans you and detects the Cybonic Plague, his spark skips a beat. He double-checks the readings, then checks them again. But the data doesn’t lie, your code is breaking down. “…No. No, no, not them. Not you,” he mutters while already grabbing tools.

He doesn’t even try to hide how shaken he is, there’s no time for pride. His servo trembles for the first time in centuries. You try to joke about him being dramatic while the rust starts to form, but he silences you with a look.

Ratchet keeps a close vigil at your bedside, monitoring blinking over your spark signature. He rarely leaves your side, only to mix compounds or pace violently. The others offer help, but he snaps at them without meaning to.

He digs into archives older than the war itself to find a possible cure. Your medical file grows thicker by the hour, stained with energon smudges. He barely recharges, too afraid that he’ll wake to silence from your berth. Your steady pulse is the only thing keeping him from destroying himself.

When your systems crash temporarily, Ratchet genuinely breaks down. He slams a servo into the wall, a spark roaring behind his chassis. The monitors scream, and he’s barking orders at the others like a war general. No one dares disobey him when you're on the line.

He eventually constructs a prototype antivirus—but testing it is risky. Ratchet debates for only seconds before deciding: he'll inject it directly. If it fails, it could speed up the deterioration… But doing nothing is worse. “Better to die trying than to watch you fade.”

He injects the cure with a shaky servo, optics locked on your frame. You seize up, systems sparking, and he nearly overloads from panic. But then your vitals stabilize a little. It was not perfect, but enough. He doesn’t breathe until your optics flutter open.

He’s exhausted, hunched over your berth like a rusted-out frame. When you whisper his name, his entire posture softens. “Don't ever do that again,” he says quietly, voice raw. But there's relief under the gruffness, and it bleeds through.

Ratchet orders a full scan every two hours after your recovery. No exceptions, no excuses, even if you insist you're fine or if you just have a simple cough from dust. It’s annoying… but deeply sweet in a Ratchet kind of way.

He brings you energon personally, even if he pretends it's 'standard check-in protocol'. He triple-checks its composition, temperature, and nutritional balance. When you smile at him, He huffs and mutters, “Don’t get used to this.”

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You were just teasing him over another one of his grumpy lectures when it happened. A sharp pain cracked through your spark, and suddenly your systems seized up, dropping you to your knees. Ratchet barely caught you in time, optic panels wide in alarm, shouting your name like it was a medical emergency code. “No, no, no! Stay with me!” He barked, already scanning you with shaky, frantic digits.

The diagnosis was something Ratchet had hoped he’d never see again: the Cybonic Plague. A virus so ancient and insidious that even whispering its name made bots flinch. You were already twitching, glitching, fighting to hold onto reality as the virus gnawed at your code like rust in your processor.

Ratchet didn’t react with panic. No, panic was inefficient. But his voice lost its edge of sarcasm, and his hands never once stopped moving. “You are not dying on my table.” The others offered help "Ratchet What happened?!" Bulkhead asks with panic in his voice. "We can help you," Arcee tried to step up as Bumblebee buzzes.

But Ratchet didn’t let anyone else touch you. Instead, his optics silently glare at the other Autobot teammates and blocking them away. “No one knows their system like I do!” he snapped, the words heavy with something more than professional pride. "You all step away from (Y/N)!"

He worked tirelessly for hours, then days, ignoring recharge and energon warnings, digging through corrupted Cybertronian medical files older than Orion Pax. You were more than just a patient. You were the only one who’d ever made the old medic feel again, you're his sparkmate and the only one who could understand him.

Every time your spark signature flickered, something in Ratchet faltered. He’d pace the medbay like a caged beast, muttering equations under his breath, cursing the virus and whatever careless god had let it survive this long. He really wishes that time Megatron hadn't made a virus as the biology weapon as he remember all of those passing comrades who rusted away from the cybonic. Even when Optimus offered to assist, Ratchet nearly shouted him down. “Don’t take this from me! I have to be the one to save (Y/N)!”

When your systems dipped into emergency stasis, Ratchet broke protocol. He ignored the risks, activated a neural bridge, and entered your mind full in desperation and determination. Inside, your consciousness was a mess of static and corrupted data. He found you in the center of it, your voice distorted and broken, barely able to reach out. But he knelt beside you anyway, optics locked on yours, his touch gentle as he whispered, “I am not losing you, too.”

Fighting the plague from the inside was like performing surgery in a hurricane. Every data spike you sent at him nearly knocked him offline. But he kept moving forward, shielding you with pieces of his spark signature, injecting the antivirus into your core line of code while taking damage himself. “You're worth every scratch,” he said quietly, even when you begged him to leave. “Don’t ask me to walk away from the only thing that makes me feel alive.”

You came back slowly, stuttering and disoriented, optics dim but conscious. Ratchet was there, slouched in his chair, faceplate smudged with energon and exhaustion. When your hand twitched, his optics widened, and the relief that washed over him nearly dropped him to the floor. “You stubborn glitch,” he whispered, and for once there was no bite in his voice. Just soft gratitude, like your survival had rebooted something inside him.h

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WHEELJACK - Autobot

Wheeljack doesn’t panic often, but the moment Ratchet says 'Cybonic Plague' his spark freezes. He clenches his servos so tightly they spark. He’s used to battlefield injuries, not watching someone he loves slip away without a fight. “You’re not fraggin’ leaving me,” he growls, already planning something reckless.

He tries to play it cool around the others, but you can tell he’s on edge. His optics flicker faster, and he paces like a caged beast. He gets into three arguments and almost punches a wall in the first hour. No one dares call him out, except maybe Ratchet.

He hates not being able to fight the plague with his blades or explosives. But he sits beside you anyway, blades sheathed, just watching you breathe. Because being there is the only fight he can win right now.

Wheeljack once storms into the medbay covered in Energon because he thought you flatlined. Turns out it was just a system recalibration. Ratchet yells at him for scaring everyone and nearly bleeding out but he doesn't care, he just wants to see your condition.

When Ratchet finally gets a possible cure, Wheeljack insists on testing it himself. He offers his own code as a host “Load me with it. I can take it.” Ratchet refuses, but Wheeljack doesn’t stop trying to bargain.

He holds you through the injection of the antivirus, despite Ratchet’s warnings. You’re spasming, screaming, nearly overheating, but he won’t leave. His armor gets scorched, his frame rattles with yours. “Easy, sweetspark. You’re tougher than this thing. Just hold on.”

Once you are awake when your vital stabilized, , he cracks the dumbest joke to make you smile. It’s so bad you groan, but it breaks the tension. Of course he does this is because he wants to distract you and himself from what just happened.

He actually hugs Ratchet after the cure works, and then immediately denies it. The medic bot would pushes him away, rejecting his hugs but secretly the doc was smirking and says nothing. Everyone at base teases him about it for weeks.

Wheeljack would secretly builds a private recharge chamber for the two of you. It’s lined with Wrecker badges and LED lights shaped like stars. It is a sanctuary for you two.

He puts your spark signature into his own HUD overlay. He monitors it 24/7, even when you're fully recovered. Says it helps him 'focus' but you know it just helps him breathe easier because after what hapened he became twice more protective around you as he tries not to show it (but it's too obvious).

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You didn’t even feel it at first. Just a flicker in your HUD, a small static delay in your vision. You chalked it up to a power drain or a bad line of code from your last mission. But when your limbs started locking up mid-step and your systems spat out unfamiliar alerts, you knew something was wrong.

The moment Wheeljack caught you collapsing in the hallway, optics wide and frantic, you knew things were about to get worse before they got better. He carried you like you weighed nothing, sprinting to the medbay with a speed that would’ve impressed Flash from the DC Universe.

Ratchet was already scanning your systems before your optics flickered out. His voice is grim, “It’s Cybonic Plague.” That’s when Wheeljack went completely still. Not in fear but in that deadly kind of stillness that comes before a storm. “You sure?” he asked, voice low and dangerous. “Because if you’re wrong—” “THE DATA IS NOT WRONG!” Ratchet snapped. "Get out of my way and let me try to save them.” But Wheeljack didn’t leave after Ratcher ordered him.

He stayed by your side like a guardian drone, arms crossed, pacing only when the tremors in your frame got bad. He didn’t speak unless spoken to, but the tension rolled off him in waves like a bomb waiting for someone to trigger it. His fists were clenched the entire time, even when your body seized and your vents wheezed like you were drowning on dry air. “I’ve seen ‘bots fall apart in my hands,” he muttered one night, eyes locked on your dimmed optics. “Never thought it’d hurt like this.” His voice cracked for just a second before he stuffed it down.

No one else saw that moment. He made sure of it. But you heard it—through the haze of pain and corrupted data, you heard the fragging heartbreak in his voice. The worst night came when your spark signal flatlined for 4.3 seconds. Ratchet got it back, but Wheeljack didn’t speak for an hour after. Not one word.

He just stared at you like he was memorizing everything in case it was the last time. When you jolted awake with a scream during the antivirus injection, he held you down himself, letting your thrashing scorch the paint off his arms. “Easy, sweetheart. Come on. I’ve got you,” he whispered like a promise.

When it was finally over, and your vitals stabilized, he didn’t cheer like the others. He just slumped into the wall and let his optics close. You’d never seen Wheeljack rest before, it was almost unsettling. He didn’t speak until you weakly reached for his servo, and he took it like it was the most precious thing in the universe. “Welcome back,” he whispered, smiling with that cocky lopsided grin that always made your spark flutter. “Told you you were tougher than scrap.”

Late at night, when the others were recharging and the base had gone still, he’d sit beside your berth and tell you Wrecker stories, a wild, impossible tales of explosive stunts and near-death victories. But there was always a pause at the end. A breath. A moment where he looked down at your frame and whispered, “Nothing I survived out there scared me half as much as this did.”

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BULKHEAD - Autobot

Bulkhead instantly panics the moment you stumble mid-step. You’ve handled worse injuries before, but this was different. Your optics dimmed, and your balance gave out. He caught you before you hit the ground, yelling your name so loud it echoed through the base.

When Ratchet announces it’s Cybonic Plague, Bulkhead nearly shuts down. He’s heard of it, he’s lost Wrecker comrades to it in the war, and the thought of you having it nearly crushes him.

Bulkhead refuses to leave your side, even when ordered to. He snaps, “I don’t care if Megatron walks through that door. I’m not leaving them.” Miko tries to convince him to get some rest, but he just shakes his head.

He strokes your helm gently whenever you’re unconscious. It’s a side of Bulkhead few ever get to see, soft, wordless care. His massive servos are surprisingly gentle, brushing away coolant leaks and static from your face. Sometimes he whispers old Wrecker stories, just to fill the silence.

He threatens to storm the Decepticon base for a cure if needed. When Ratchet mentions the cure once came from Soundwave’s systems, Bulkhead's optics flash with rage. “Tell me where, and I’ll smash my way through if I have to.” The team knows he means it.

When Ratchet tests an experimental antivirus, Bulkhead is the first to volunteer to help. He doesn’t care about the risks. “If it saves them, then I’ll take ‘em all.” He’s the wall that keeps everyone moving forward.

He keeps a record of your vitals and treatment schedule. It’s scrawled in messy handwriting on datapads. “Just in case someone else gets sick. I want them to have a head start.” Even in your worst moment, he’s thinking about helping others.

When your systems finally begin to purge the virus, he almost collapses with relief. “They’re stabilizing,” Ratchet says. Bulkhead just lets out a broken laugh. “You fraggin’ did it, sweetspark!” The first time you speak after recovery, he nearly sobs.

He organizes a celebration after your full recovery, but it's more of a quiet hangout with the team. He brings Energon treats and music, keeping you close. The way he smiles when you're laughing? Pure sunshine.

He starts spoiling you with homemade energon treats. They’re not great. He accidentally makes them too spicy, too sweet, or too burnt. But he tries, and he beams every time you take a bite. “It’s the thought that counts, right?”

Even after you recover fully, he watches you like a hawk. He pretends to be casual, but you catch him staring every few minutes. “What? Can’t I look at my favorite bot?” he teases. But deep down, he’s still guarding your spark with all he’s got.

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Bulkhead had seen a lot in his time, explosions, Decepticon traps, close calls that would make any normal mech fold under pressure. But nothing could have prepared him for the moment you collapsed right in front of him. One minute you were laughing, teasing him about how slow he was on recon, the next, your legs gave out, and you hit the ground with a terrifying clang. “(Y/N)?!” he shouted, running to you so fast the ground shook beneath his feet.

Your optics flickered, static buzzing through your words. You tried to smile. Primus, you tried, but all that came out was a pained whisper of his name. Ratchet didn’t need a scan to know something was wrong. “We need to get them to the medbay. Now.” Bulkhead didn’t wait for anyone else; he scooped you up like fragile crystal, whispering your name like it was the only thing tethering him to reality.

The word 'Cybonic' nearly made him drop. He’d heard it before, on the battlefield, whispered like a curse. It was a plague that turned circuitry against itself, shutting down bots from the inside. “ You’re kidding,” he muttered to Ratchet, his voice cracking. But the medic just gave that grim look he always wore when hope was wearing thin.

Bulkhead never left your side. He sat beside your medberth with Miko’s blanket wrapped awkwardly around his shoulders, your servo gripped tightly in his own. He didn’t care if the others thought he was being dramatic; he’d rather be dramatic than alone. Every time your frame spasmed or your systems flickered, he flinched like he’d been hit. It was like watching the world end, one glitch at a time. “C’mon, Y/N… you’re stronger than this,” he murmured on the third day, optics bloodshot from lack of recharge.

His voice was soft, nothing like the boisterous Wrecker tone everyone knew. “You still owe me that race through the canyon, remember?” His laughter broke into static halfway through, and he leaned forward, pressing your servo to his cheekplate.

On the sixth day, your vitals dropped, and Ratchet yelled something Bulkhead didn’t understand, some medical code, some numbers, some urgent demand. But all Bulkhead could see was the way your body arched, seizing, like it was rejecting life itself. “No, no, no! Stay with me, (Y/N)!” he begged, almost in tears. The world blurred, and he wasn’t the strong, dependable Wrecker anymore. He was just a mech in love, losing his everything.

When you stabilized the next morning, he didn’t dare believe it at first. Ratchet hesitated, then finally said, “They’re responding to the treatment.” Bulkhead didn’t say anything. He just slumped forward, his forehead resting gently against yours, shaking. You were still there. You were still here.

The day your optics lit up fully again, the first thing you saw was Bulkhead slumped in a recharge chair next to your berth, snoring loudly, with dried energon streaks staining his cheek. You reached out and poked his shoulder. He jolted up like he’d been shot, optics wide. “Y/N?!” he shouted, voice cracking. You smiled. “Hey, big guy.”

The energon tears shed openly, and unashamedly. Not the silent kind, not the pretend-tough tears. Real ones. He gathered you in his arms so gently it nearly hurt, rocking you like you were the last spark in the universe. “Never—never—scare me like that again,” he whispered. You could feel the tremble in his voice, but beneath all of it… you felt the safest you’d ever been.

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[optimusprime12]

Poly Transformers: Prime x Cybertronian! Mech! Reader "I'll not lose you to"

Warnings: Cliffjumper's death, grieving.

It's right after Cliffjumper's death. He was a friend, a lover, a kind bot...

You and Arcee taken the hardest. Optimus always tried to be there for you. After all, he was your not only your leader, but a lover himself to you.

Bee tried to make you and Acree smile, but it wasn't the same.

Bulkhead tried to get you both to feel better by telling you how good of a bot he was.

Nothing worked.

When you met Smokescreen, Ulta Magnus, and Wheeljack, they soon known who Cliffjumper was, and helped you and Acree get through the grief.

Smokescreen and Bee, shown you patients.

Ulta Magnus and Optimus shown you who you could rely on, and how loyal they all where.

Wheeljack and Bulkhead shown you how to have fun again.

You and Acree leaned on each other for support.

And lastly, Ratchet taught you how to heal.

You don't know what you would do without them really.

[imababblekat]

Imagine The Bases AI Confessing To The Tfp Bot’s About Having Been Sentient Before Telling Anyone

(A/N: I personally feel like the AI wouldn’t have just automatically been sentient from the start. I think it would have been more of a gradual thing, so I changed it a bit to having been sentient some time before coming out rather then having always been sentient.)

Characters For Ask:

Tfp Optimus Prime/ Tfp Ratchet/ Tfp Bulkhead

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Optimus:

Optimus understands when the bases AI confesses to having kept being sentient for longer then was thought a secret

it's not something easy to come out with, especially when you're built from code and pieces of metal by a race who was just delving into the technology of advanced AI

he let's her know that she has nothing to fear with Team Prime; they would have been just as surprised as when initially finding out and nothing else, if they had found out sooner

the AI doesn't worry about whether or not Optimus words hold true, because other then them coming from Optimus Prime, let's all be honest and say that if a Cybertronian saw a roomba, they'd probably adopt it

it's very comforting to her, but even so, she's still nervous about telling the rest of the team

Optimus easily gives his support, telling his AI friend that there's no rush, and if she wants it, he can help her tell the others when she feels ready to let them know

Ratchet:

Ratchet listens fully when his AI friend and med partner explains to him with a shaky voice about having been sentient for longer then when she had actually shown herself

he can tell this is a serious matter to her; she’d been fidgety all day like something was eating up at her, and waited till the dead of night when it was only the medic working in the open to say something

when she finishes by saying her reason for staying hidden for so long was because she was worried about being accepted, Ratchet has to hold back a laugh

he assures her that she would have been accepted regardless of what point in time she decided to reveal her sentience; with crystals that cause a person to be possessed by the his species anti christ to cloned creatures of the past, he let's her know she’s pretty normal on his life's scale, which is also not a bad thing

when she shows concerns about whether or not to tell the rest of the team, Ratchet informs her that it's her choice, and no matter what, he’s positive they'll understand just as he did

Ratchet offers his AI friend a smile when he sees most of the nerves leave her body and thanks him for listening, and tells her of course, but not that he had actually known she was sentient as well way before telling anyone

Bulkhead:

Bulkhead's very openly comforting his AI friend when she starts to cry artificial tears while confessing to him about being sentient way before telling anyone

she felt so guilty for keeping it a secret for so long, that it just built up with many other things till they got to where she is now; ugly sobbing in front of her closest friend and having basically her first breakdown

Bulkhead's had some experience with handling this kind of thing thanks to Miko, the only other being he's so close to that would have no problem letting her shield down around

he quietly tells her to let it all out, letting her know to take her time and to take deep breaths with him

once she’s calmed, Bulkhead goes on to first say he's not angry at all that she kept this from him, so she has nothing to regret or feel guilty

the large mech also reassures her that her reason for hiding for a while is perfectly understandable; he can somewhat relate, because if he and Bee revealed themselves to a human, who do you think is going to have more intimidation factor based on appearance?

the last thing he tell's the AI, is that she can take as much time as she wants or needs before telling anyone the truth, and he'll be right beside her when she feels ready, like a pillar of support

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[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

Hi! Could you write a headcanon for Transformers: Prime set during Season 2, where the Autobots discover another Transformer who’s been hiding in Brazil and can transform into a red Chevrolet Celta? And could the reader be a chill and funny guy, but a bit on the scaredy-cat side? Sorry if that’s too specific 😅

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OHHHHHH ANON… didnt mention whether platonic or romantic </3 so i went with a fine middle line. for plot reasons, there was an omega key in Brazil. i had to research on Brazil. forgive me for inaccuracies. also uhhh heads up for the Arcee part.

scenario: on a mission to recover one of the omega keys, the Autobots encounter another bot

including: Smokescreen, Optimus, Arcee, Bulkhead

note: reader is depicted to have an accent cause i <3 transformers with accents

BACKGROUND:

This dirt ball was where Optimus said he'd be at— You had the coordinates and everything! Yet your escape pod crashed right into Brazil, the coordinates for Jasper, Nevada must've been a few kliks off because you found yourself in the forest outskirts of Manaus, Amazonas all the way in Brazil. Not even the right country but you didn't realize that until much later.

You'd managed to set up a make-shift base within the forest; far, far away from any human settlements. The last thing you want is to catch anyone's attention before you find the rest of the Autobots, especially the natives.

No ship, no crew, no contact... nothing.

But hey! That's just a minor set-back. You're sure you can manage.

Of course you knew how to defend yourself. Not the best on the offensive but a good enough defensive, managing to stay undercover. You managed to build a low-quality but functioning radio transmitter, you're a bit of a techie— nothing big, just a few simple things you'd picked up after being stuck in this seemingly never ending war. You hoped your messages would reach where ever Prime and the rest of the Autobots are. Until then you're stuck all alone with many misadventures. Like living off of energon you manage to steal from Decepticon energon mines deeper into the forest.

Until you met a fellow Autobot.

Smokescreen:

— Smokescreen is the one who found you in the forest, the exact same forest where the third Omega Key just so happened to be located. He encountered you through a misunderstanding actually; you almost mistook him for a possible Decepticon when you managed to pick up a spark-signal. But once you saw him, you realized you were wrong and he debrief you on everything you missed out on (everything he was aware of at least). However, the two of you were knocked out cold by Starscream and that twat managed snatch the Omega Key right out of Smokescreen's servos!

— Smokescreen is relatively easy to get along with. He enjoys your company, even if you clearly are a bit of a scaredy-cat. In fact he actually likes that about you, it gives him a lot more ammo he could use to tease you with.

— He laughs the loudest at your jokes, you managed to cheer him up after losing the third Omega Key so Smokescreen does get a bit attached to you. He may or may not get attached a bit too easily... and quickly.

— Also he's definitely not really vibing with you alt mode of choice, I mean, a Chevrolet Celta? Why not a luxury sports car or a race car! Like his own Indy 500 race car alt mode? You're quick to retort with how much more noticeable a sports car or a race car is and how it beats the purpose of 'Robots in Disguise' but he pretends not to hear it... He doesn't want to admit that you may have a really good point there. Only because he is a race car.

— Smokescreen does like the red paint though and how you've managed to keep it relatively scratch-less given you're in a forest. But he does wish you'd add some more colour to it, you're a pretty vibrant bot so he thinks a few more streaks and colouring would really suit you.

— You can bet your spark that he's going to use the fact that he's a sport-car to his advantage because he is constantly challenging you to a race and you're clearly not able to keep up with him. He has a proud smug smile on his face. Finally! After cycles of losing to Bumblebee, he's farming race wins for once like Max Verstrappen does.

— Your accent throws him off a little but he's gets used to it quickly. Again, you crashed in Brazil, its only natural that you learnt Portuguese before you did English. He could easily learn Portuguese too, mostly cause of the existence of the internet. Well, not really learn per say but translate his way through conversation.

— Cue you and Smokes conversing in Portuguese while the rest of the team is incredibly confused as to what the two of you are saying. You have a secret language with him. The two of you are teasing the kids, especially Miko. It's driving her nuts how the two of you are talking and she can't make out a WORD. She wants to get into it as well, she's begging you to let her get into this 'secret language'. Then Raf tells her its Portuguese and not some secret alien language and her excitement dies down.

Optimus:

— Optimus is happy to have you onboard even if he is disheartened at not being able to get one of the keys because in the end of the day, its more Autobot to their mission and they need all the help they can get to gather all the four Omega Keys.

— Optimus is more reliable than Smokescreen when it comes to letting you know what's happening so he fills in any gaps Smokescreen may have left out. He also takes the liberty to introduce you to everyone.

— Optimus finds you interesting, mostly because you managed to survive on a completely different continent and managed to stay hidden so well that Ratchet’s detection systems couldn't pick up on your spark signature.

— Optimus is observant, a lot more than one would think and from all he's managed to understand from your story, you're a survivalist with the talent when it comes to staying hidden. He can see how resilient you are, managing to find fuel even in such a precarious situation. The attempts to hand-repair your frame by yourself is clear with poorly welding marks as well as remnants of blaster fire burns.

— Your tech-knowledge would definitely help them, its a massive advantage for their side. Ratchet is a medic, he's not exactly an engineer. Even the little engineering knowledge you have is useful to them, you could assist Ratchet and perhaps maybe even improve the ground bridge.

— Sometimes, you say Brazilian phrases/sayings and it confuses Optimus. He just nods his helm like he does with Agent Fowler's other Earth sayings in English. Yours just confuses him a bit more because its in a language he hasn't conversed in yet. He might get curious and try to learn some Portuguese himself.

— And since you seemed to have managed to pick up on Earth languages very well, along with their customs, Optimus thinks that there's a very high chance that you might be some sort of 'human expert' because he still finds himself struggling with a few sayings and such. Human lingo is just not for him.. Optimus thinks you'd be great to interact with humans.

— Your strong basic knowledge in tech is a huge service because now you're helping Ratchet improve his weapons systems. He's grateful to have you.

— Optimus does want to get to know you better but he isn't exactly sure on how to approach you, the Prime can be slightly awkward at times (evident with how he tried to talk to Wheeljack that one EP) so he's still figuring it out.

— You're getting most of the maintenance work now. Fixing the lights at the base, ground-bridge maintenance, tweaking systems, maximizing performance... You've slowly become an integral part of the team. Your tweaks to the systems have made it a lot easier to decrypt the coordinates of the fourth Omega Key.

Arcee:

— Oh Arcee, she's really going through with it the moment she saw you. You just remind her of Cliffjumper, its like you're a walking-talking replica of the bot. So similar yet so, so different. From the red paint to the sense of humour and light-heartedness, you're triggering a lot of memories for her.

— So, she does what she normally does when she has something which triggers the flashbacks. Avoid it. Arcee is avoiding you like you're the Rust Plague. She is cold to you, not exactly rude but incredibly silent when you're around and you can sense it: the way her frame seems to stiffen slightly, her EM field tucked to herself tightly as if she doesn't want you to know what she's feeling— her guard is constantly up when you're around.

— You notice this. At first you wonder if you're doing something wrong. Perhaps she's just sceptical about the credibility of your story? An understandable concern which could be talked out... or so you thought because when you try to confront her about it, she usually says something flat and cold, just leaving you there after giving some excuse to ditch the conversation. It annoys you because every time you try to talk to her, she shoots you down like you're a Vehicon.

— You come to the conclusion that there may not be anything wrong with you but instead, there could be something wrong with her. You're not sure. Does she just not like you for no reason? Your relationship with Arcee is strained.

— But it slowly does get better as time moves on and when she does, she feels bad about how she was like towards you.

Bulkhead:

— You know him! You two have met before back on Cybertron during the war so he's someone you're a lot more comfortable with and its relatively easy to get along with him too. He's a chill guy and you're a chill guy. It was bound to be like that.

— But you and Smokescreen have doomed him into having to learn Japanese because Miko is adamantly trying to make sure she and Bulkhead have a secret language no one else can understand! When Bulkhead asked why she couldn't just do that with Jack and Raf, she said that it'd be much easier teaching him than them. So now his databanks have files on all three different Japanese writing systems and over three thousand Kanji. Now he's gotten better than Miko at Japanese and is tutoring her when she makes mistakes. The student has become the master.

— Cue Miko dragging him in when you are Smokescreen are talking in Portuguese so that Bulkhead can show off his Japanese. He's got a big frown on his face; he's very embarrassed, evident from his EM field and you're trying not to laugh as Smokescreen is trying his hardest to hold it back.

— Considering he used to work in construction, he's usually the one doing most of the maintenance work but then you came along so now he's helping you out with most them. He's like your assistant, he can't stay committed to keeping the base alright when he's usually out on the field.

— But other than that, he likes having you around. You're funny, you've managed to get multiple snickers out of him.

— If you get even closer to him, he'll have some crazy Wrecker stories to tell you. The more tame ones that aren't extremely traumatic for him to say, Miko is secretly listening in the background.

— He likes talking to you and will start striking up more casual chats with you, you make the heavy atmosphere of the room a lot lighter and bearable. Something he really needs with how hectic its been trying to locate these Omega Keys.

— Bulkhead knows Arcee wouldn't like it but when you keep asking him about why Arcee doesn't like you, he's going to be the one to tell you what's wrong.

— Bulkhead is the main reason why your relationship with Arcee improves because he's trying to talk to her, trying to reach out to her though its mainly Optimus who's confronting her after noticing something off. He knew immediately why Arcee was avoiding you because he felt the same way, you were just like Cliff.

— Also one time, Miko dressed herself up in a very convincing Scraplet costume. You and Bulkhead were talking and the lights flickered off, you were not very happy about that cause the two of you just finished maintenance work. Then the lights flicker on and the two of you see this scraplet and immediately scream together, holding onto each other for a moment. You were about to shoot with your cannon until Miko removed the costumes head and began hysterically laughing while the two of you are holding onto each other for life.

— Neither of you were pleased and took her straight to Optimus so she could have a "chat" with the boss bot. Miko is your and Bulkhead's adopted child at this point.

the description you gave me reminded me too much of Cliffjumper and idk if it were intention but it gave me ideas :3

[dragonridernoobie]

TFP humans kids as predicon looks at them and giving them some ancient relics as gifts

Liked Miko have a full kimono set when Japan wasn't united, Raf got some cool ancient Greek leather bound book that been well preserve and Jack got some good coins as she sees him responsible enough with money despite not understanding modern currency

Hmmm, ok, I will try my best

Predicon Reader X TFP Kids

When (Y/N) joined the team, everyone was on edge. Since the only other predacon they knew was predaking and he was not friendly.

(Y/N) understanding their fear and uneasiness when they also met predaking. So, to gain their trust, (Y/N) decided to gain Miko, Jack, and Raphaels trust first.

So, (Y/N) flu off to her cave were she called home for thousands of years were she saw the growth and fall of a bunch of human civilizations.

They grabbed 3 things for the kids that they knew they would love and flu to base.

Raphael

He was confused when (Y/N) came up to him and handed him a leather book.

By touch alone, Raphael could tell it was extremely old.

When he opened it and saw the writing inside, he was amazed.

This wasn't some old book, this leather book belongs to the famous Greek philosopher Socrates.

He was amazed and ask (Y/N) how they got this and that they are very happy about it.

He showed Bumblebee and told him none stop about facts about the Greek empire.

Bee trusted (Y/N) a tad more after that.

Miko

Miko squealed when she saw what (Y/N) brought her.

She knew what it was but more amazed she was able to see one that was in perfect condition.

Miko was quick to put the armor on and stood tall proudly. She was extremely happy.

While she showed off to wheeljack and the other autobots, (Y/N) gave the swords to bulkhead. Since they know not to trust miko with them.

Miko starts to take selfie with the armor on and told things about Japanese culter to the other 2 kids.

Which was very surprising since miko never learned in school.

Jack

Jack was surpised when (Y/N) sets a chest down for him to take.

Confused, he opens it and gasped.

Inside was gold coins. Not any gold coins, gold coins that were from 550 BC.

He asked what this was for and (Y/N) explained that it was a gift to him from them since he trusted them and they are thankful for that.

Jack immediately used the gold to pay off any debt, his mom's debt, his soon to be collage, and to get better clothes.

Arcee respected (Y/N) more since they did not treat Jack like a kid.

[gardens-light]

I loved the previous posts about transformers characters with dc/marvel SO.

how about an SO with Wolverine abilities:). with sharp claws in their hands and super healing abilities,(also immortal). I bet the bots would freak out when their SO die in front of them for the first time but then waking up and shocking them. tfp(optimus, megatron, knockout x breakdown, ratchet, any character you would like to add).

feel free to ignore if you don't like it♡.

That is an awesome headcanon! I can already imagine the shenanigans and reactions that the Transformers would have towards their SO. And not gonna lie, Wolverine is such an awesome character with such unique abilities.

Apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy!

Transformers Prime x GN Mutant Reader (Wolverine)

Optimus Prime

First Meeting

Optimus first encounters you during a desperate battle just outside Jasper, Nevada. The Autobots had responded to a sudden Decepticon attack, discovering Starscream leading an ambush meant to lure Optimus into a deadly trap. Amidst the chaos, Optimus notices you—a lone human standing fearlessly amidst swirling dust, battered vehicles, and burning rubble.

He commands urgently over comms, "Arcee, Bumblebee, protect that civilian!", assuming you're an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

As Optimus moves to confront Starscream directly, he is astonished to see you charging fearlessly toward a Vehicon squad, gleaming metal claws erupting from between your knuckles with an audible metallic shink. Your movements are swift, efficient, and brutal, slicing through Cybertronian alloy effortlessly.

Pausing momentarily, Optimus stares, optics wide with awe and curiosity, momentarily distracted even in battle. He watches with quiet admiration as injuries you sustain—deep gashes, bruises, and burns—heal within moments, your skin knitting back together seamlessly.

After the battle subsides, Optimus approaches you cautiously yet respectfully. His imposing figure kneels down to your level, offering a servo in greeting, his voice rich and gentle yet filled with wonder:

"Your valor and strength are remarkable—but you are unlike any human I have encountered. May I ask... who you are?"

Your response, a slightly amused smile combined with quiet confidence, sparks something warm within him. Optimus finds himself intrigued not just by your power, but by your poised, unyielding presence.

Witnessing Your 'Death' For The First Time

Months later, during a brutal clash with Megatron and Starscream, you are separated from Optimus amidst the chaos. You fight bravely alongside Bumblebee and Bulkhead, your claws tearing through Vehicons. But Starscream seizes an opportunity, driving his bladed talons straight through your chest, lifting you from the ground with malicious triumph.

Optimus turns just in time to witness the strike, horror flooding his spark as he sees your limp body slide off Starscream’s blade and collapse lifelessly to the ground. An uncharacteristically anguished cry escapes him,"NO!"

His optics burn furiously as he charges forward, delivering a powerful blow that sends Starscream tumbling backward, stunned. Ignoring all caution, Optimus falls to his knees at your side, large servos trembling slightly as he cradles your limp form protectively. He stares down at you, optics wide in pained disbelief, his voice breaking softly, heavy with regret and sorrow. "Forgive me...I failed you."

Bumblebee and Arcee approach hesitantly, their optics dim with grief, uncertain how to console their leader. Optimus remains motionless, silently devastated as he gently brushes dirt from your cheek with heartbreaking tenderness, his massive form hunched protectively over you.

Moments stretch unbearably until suddenly you gasp sharply, eyes fluttering open with a harsh, ragged breath. Your wounds visibly stitch themselves together, bones realigning with audible pops as you revive rapidly in Optimus’s arms.

Optimus’s optics widen in profound shock before relief overwhelms him. He slowly exhales a deep vented breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, shoulders sagging as tension visibly drains from his frame. With infinite gentleness, he cradles you closer, protectively pulling you to his chest, murmuring softly. "Primus, you live... Never again do I wish to experience losing you."

His servos subtly tremble, expressing vulnerability and profound gratitude as he allows himself a rare moment to hold you, cherishing your miraculous return.

Relationship Development

After your miraculous survival, Optimus becomes subtly but intensely protective. Though your healing factor makes you nearly immortal, he privately admits that seeing you in pain deeply unsettles him. He often finds excuses to be near you, quietly ensuring your safety during conflicts. During a serene night at base, after you've recovered from a particularly brutal fight, Optimus gently places his servo near you, hesitating just enough to silently request permission. You smile warmly, leaning comfortably into his touch. His optics soften in quiet happiness, grateful for this growing intimacy.

Gradually, your conversations become longer, warmer, and more personal. Optimus finds solace and joy in your presence, sharing quiet, intimate evenings beneath Nevada's starry skies as he reveals rare glimpses of the burdens he carries. Your resilience and comforting words offer him peace he's rarely known.

One night, after another intense confrontation leaves you emotionally raw despite physical healing, Optimus tenderly lifts you onto his shoulder, carrying you to a secluded spot atop a nearby cliff. Under moonlit skies, he quietly listens as you confess your fears about losing your humanity due to your seemingly endless cycle of healing. His servo gently brushes your cheek, voice filled with profound sincerity. "Your humanity is in your compassion, courage, and warmth—qualities that even eternity could never diminish. I cherish every moment with you precisely because you remind me of what we fight to protect."

In a vulnerable moment, your hands softly trace the edges of his faceplates, smiling affectionately up at him. Optimus's optics soften, his spark pulsing warmly, as he carefully brings you close, resting his helm gently against your forehead. The quiet gesture speaks volumes of trust and profound affection.

Over time, Optimus grows more openly affectionate in private moments. He's gentle, thoughtful, and deeply considerate of your emotions. Despite the differences in your forms, his presence brings you a deep sense of comfort, stability, and belonging.

A particularly touching moment occurs after another harrowing battle. You rest together quietly in the med bay, your body curled warmly against his servo. Optimus quietly confesses his deepest feelings, voice soft yet filled with raw honesty. "You have brought hope and warmth back into my life. My spark knows peace only when you are near." Touched deeply by his admission, you reach up to softly kiss his plating, a gesture of deep trust and affection. Optimus's optics shutter briefly in bliss, silently promising himself that no matter the war's cost, he would forever guard your precious

Knockout and Breakdown

First Meeting

Knockout and Breakdown initially encounter you entirely by accident during a quiet night near Jasper, their primary goal? A clandestine energon hunt. Their sensors detect frantic human movement and weapons fire. Breakdown reluctantly suggests ignoring it, while Knockout, eternally curious, persuades him to investigate.

Upon arrival, they silently witness MECH soldiers aggressively cornering you. But you fight them with feral intensity, claws gleaming dangerously in moonlight, slicing effortlessly through weapons and armor. Yet, you're heavily outnumbered, wounds rapidly accumulating despite your regeneration powers. Breakdown, surprisingly moved to your defence, instinctively intervening, crushing a MECH vehicle beneath his massive fists, his usually hardened spark drawn to your courage. Knockout joins smoothly, a sleek smirk masking genuine curiosity, deftly disposing of the remaining attackers.

When the dust settles, you bloodied but already healing, gazes warily up at their towering frames. Breakdown gently kneels, offering a servo palm-up—an oddly sincere gesture of respect and reassurance. “You’re quite the fighter, aren’t ya?” Breakdown softly chuckles, admiration evident.

Knockout studies you closely, intrigued by your swift healing, commenting lightly yet flirtatiously, “Impressive abilities…and quite an appealing aesthetic, I must say. Perhaps humans aren't all hopelessly fragile.”

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

One night, with a bellowing roar, Breakdown launches himself recklessly toward your attackers, his grief turning to devastating rage. Knockout, normally calculated and controlled, loses himself in vengeance, fighting fiercely beside Breakdown until their foes scatter or fall.

In the sudden, unsettling silence afterward, Breakdown kneels heavily beside you, his massive servos delicately cradling your limp body, optics painfully dimmed with sorrow. Knockout approaches slowly, voice uncharacteristically quiet and brittle, “I…I didn’t think…humans could hurt us this much.”

Yet before either can fully grieve, you sharply gasp, violently jerking in Breakdown’s gentle hold. Wounds rapidly healing with an unsettling, visceral sound. Breakdown’s optics widen, speechless in stunned relief. Knockout visibly trembles, a soft exhale of disbelief escaping his intake.

“You scared the slag outta me…” Breakdown’s voice breaks softly, protective and vulnerable.

Knockout regains composure with difficulty, voice shaky yet teasingly soft, masking lingering trauma, “Well... try not to make dying a habit. My spark couldn’t handle losing someone so…unique.”

Relationship Development

Over months, camaraderie transforms quietly yet profoundly into something deeply romantic. The unusual trio develops private, tender moments filled with warmth, affection, and quiet intimacy.

Breakdown’s affection is quieter yet deeply sincere, manifesting in gentle protectiveness and heartfelt gestures. He often lets you rest against him during peaceful evenings, carefully shielding your smaller form with his massive frame. One night, under starlit skies, Breakdown shyly confesses, “Before you, I thought humans were fragile…but you changed everything. Made me realize strength isn’t about size or armor, but the... spark-I mean... heart behind it.” You lean tenderly into his servo, softly replying, “You’re one of the strongest sparks I’ve ever met, Breakdown.” He visibly relaxes, leaning his helm affectionately against your gentle touch, savoring the unexpected yet welcome warmth of your bond.

Together, you three created private rituals—peaceful moments after missions spent tangled comfortably together in secluded clearings beneath open stars, with Breakdown’s solid strength and Knockout’s slender elegance framing you protectively. During one serene night, you rest comfortably on Breakdown’s lap, leaning gently into Knockout’s chest plate. Knockout quietly traces soothing patterns along your spine, while Breakdown affectionately strokes your hair. Words aren't needed, each savoring the reassuring, profound feeling of belonging together.

One memorable moment occurs after another frighteningly close call. Knockout, typically composed, gently draws you into his embrace, servo trembling subtly with lingering fear of nearly losing you again. Breakdown quietly joins, gently enveloping both, their combined warmth and reassurance grounding the you deeply. Knockout softly whispers, genuinely vulnerable, “I never imagined a human could claim this much of my spark…but you've made it impossible to deny.” Breakdown murmurs warmly, deep voice comforting, “You made our lives worth fighting for.”

Bumblebee

First Meeting

Bumblebee’s first encounter with you happens entirely by chance. On a routine nighttime patrol around an abandoned industrial area outside Jasper, Bumblebee picks up unusual energon signals indicative of Decepticon activity. His spark pulses nervously—Decepticons rarely appeared alone. Rolling cautiously into an empty storage yard, Bumblebee transforms and quietly creeps forward, optics scanning diligently in the moonlight.

Suddenly, an unexpected sound shatters the silence—a fierce yell followed by unmistakable blaster fire. Bee rushes forward instinctively, optics widening at the sight before him: Vehicons surrounding you. Before he can intervene, Bumblebee freezes in astonishment, his processor momentarily struggling to register what he's witnessing.

You fought with a grace Bumblebee has never before seen in a human, fierce and precise. Blades forged from pure adamantium extend seamlessly from your knuckles, catching the moonlight in a lethal shimmer. You moved like liquid steel, agile and ferocious, slicing effortlessly through Vehicon armor with fearless intensity.

As Bumblebee finally leaps into the fray, you glance upward, gaze briefly meeting Bee’s glowing optics. He can’t help the impressed, awed chirps that escape his vocalizer. Your lips quirk into a small, confident smirk, clearly amused by the Autobot's expressive admiration.

After dispatching the Vehicons together, Bumblebee chirps inquisitively, eyeing you with open curiosity. You retract your claws with a metallic hiss, calmly extending a healing hand to show Bee your closing wounds. Bumblebee’s optics widen further, his astonishment transforming into excitement, as he buzzes rapid-fire questions, gently touching your healed hands with tender awe.

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

In that first moment, Bumblebee knows he’s found someone extraordinary, and you, for the first time in ages, feel genuinely seen and appreciated.

The first time Bumblebee sees you 'die,' his spark nearly shatters.

The Autobots and you are pinned down by Decepticon fire during an ambush led by Breakdown and Knockout. Bumblebee fights valiantly, constantly aware of your proximity, desperate to shield you from harm. In the chaos, Breakdown strikes you with a merciless, crushing blow, sending you flying through the air and slamming brutally against the cracked pavement.

Everything slows to an agonizing crawl for Bumblebee. He sees Alex’s body crumple limply, their chest unmoving, blood pooling beneath their still form. His processor refuses to comprehend it, denial overwhelming him as an anguished, static-laden scream erupts from his vocalizer. His spark twists painfully, grief slicing through him sharper than any blade.

Bee abandons caution, sprinting recklessly toward your broken body, cradling you gently in his shaking servos. His optics blur with energon-tears, begging in a frantic symphony of beeps and whirrs for you to wake. The Autobots fall silent, sparks aching at Bee's broken cries.

Then, a miracle.

you suddenly gasp sharply, chest heaving, eyes flickering open as your bones mend audibly beneath your skin. Bumblebee nearly drops you in shock, his optics brightening fiercely with disbelief and immense relief. Bee holds you tighter, burying his faceplate briefly against your chest, letting out quiet, relieved whirrs as you softly reassure him with shaky yet soothing whispers.

That day marks a permanent shift in Bumblebee’s spark, his emotions forever entwined with yours, who brought him from despair to hope in mere moments.

Romantic Development

As time passes, Bumblebee and your connection deepens beyond friendship into something profound and unmistakably romantic. Bumblebee falls quietly and deeply, captivated by your fearless resilience, quiet empathy, and hidden vulnerabilities. You, in turn, drawn to Bumblebee’s unwavering kindness, boundless optimism, and the gentle strength he carries effortlessly.

The romance unfolds gradually, punctuated by small, meaningful gestures. Bumblebee often sit quietly beneath the stars with you on his shoulder, softly chirping as you traced constellations together, lost in comfortable silence. Bee found these peaceful moments incredibly special, savoring your warm and calming presence.

After particularly brutal missions, Bumblebee gently holds you, his servos trembling slightly. You softly touche Bee’s armor, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance, your fingers lovingly tracing patterns into the cool metal. Bumblebee cherishes these tender moments, understanding he’s found a soul who deeply comprehends the weight of sacrifice.

Bee expresses affection through playful teasing, gentle nudges, or affectionate chirps, delighting whenever you laugh—a sound he adores more than anything. You reciprocate with subtle tenderness: a warm hand resting softly on Bee’s servo, gentle kisses pressed to Bee’s metal knuckles, and whispered words that make Bumblebee’s spark glow brightly.

Bulkhead

First Meeting

Your paths crossed on a mist-shrouded evening, deep within an abandoned military facility overtaken by MECH. Bulkhead, rolling swiftly onto the battlefield alongside Bumblebee and Arcee, felt his circuits tingle with unease. Shadows stretched sinisterly under flickering floodlights, the air heavy with ozone from discharged weapons.

Bulkhead's scanners immediately picked up human heartbeats, most spiking with fear or adrenaline. But one rhythm stood out—steady, calm, unnaturally composed despite the chaos erupting around. Curiosity piqued, he turned sharply, optics focusing on your small figure fighting fiercely alone against an advancing group of heavily armed MECH soldiers.

You moved with extraordinary agility, dodging gunfire effortlessly, your hands extended into razor-sharp metallic claws that flashed beneath floodlights. You tore through enemy lines with savage grace, seemingly unaffected by the wounds decorating your frame.

“By the AllSpark…” Bulkhead whispered in awe, optics widening.

Suddenly, a soldier managed a close-range shot. A burst of gunfire erupted, slicing through your shoulder, eliciting a pained shout. You fell heavily to the ground.

Bulkhead’s spark jolted with protective instinct, roaring with worry as he thundered forward, knocking aside opponents like toys. As he loomed over you, he prepared himself for the grim sight, fearing the worst.

But to his astonishment, you slowly rose to your feet, breathing heavily as your bloodied wounds rapidly healed, muscle knitting together, skin seamlessly closing as if the injury never existed.

“Whoa, kid! That’s... not normal,” Bulkhead exclaimed, optics wide with amazement and fascination.

Your shot him a defiant, adrenaline-fueled smirk, breathing raggedly yet fearlessly. "Being normal is boring, big guy."

Bulkhead’s spark pulsed with admiration and intrigue, a feeling he couldn't yet name fluttering deep within his spark.

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

Months later, your bond had flourished into a fiercely loyal partnership. Bulkhead often found himself smiling fondly, captivated by your spirit and resilience. But deep down, he worried about your recklessness, even knowing you could heal rapidly.

On one particularly devastating mission against MECH, a firefight escalated dangerously. Smoke and sparks filled the air. Bulkhead frantically scanned for you, panic tightening his spark when you vanished from his sight.

Suddenly, a chilling scream shattered the chaos. Bulkhead spun around just in time to see you violently flung backwards by an explosive blast, your body crumpling lifelessly onto cold concrete, blood pooling around you.

Time seemed to slow, Bulkhead’s systems freezing in raw terror.

“No!” He screamed, voice raw, agonized. “Y/N!”

He surged forward, optics blazing, knocking soldiers aside with brutal force. Collapsing onto his knees beside your motionless body, he gingerly scooped you into his trembling servos, anguish shattering his composure.

“No… No, no, c’mon! You're tougher than this, right?!” Bulkhead’s voice is shaking, panic and heartbreak evident in every syllable. He gingerly cradled your body, servos trembling with grief as his spark twist painfully.

In that agonizing silence, Bulkhead felt his spark shatter, a suffocating wave of despair enveloping him, darkness creeping into his vision—

And then you gasped sharply back to life, chest heaving, eyes wild with pain and confusion, your body rapidly knitting together tissue sealing your wounds as if reversing time itself.

Bulkhead nearly dropped you, disbelief, relief, and joy colliding into overwhelming shock.

“Primus…Y/N! Are you…are you okay?!” Bulkhead stammers, relief crashing through him.

You gave him a weak, shaky laugh, wiping away blood from your mouth. “I’d say dying sucks—but the wake-up call’s even worse.”

Bulkhead’s relieved laughter quickly fades into gentle scolding, masking his overwhelming relief and joy. He realizes then, deeply and profoundly, just how important you have become to him.

Romantic Development

Bulkhead initially struggles to reconcile your regenerative ability with his own protective nature. He understands you can handle injuries, yet still instinctively shields you in battle, often scooping you up despite your protests.

Your relationship is full of humor and playful teasing. Your resilience allowing you to participate in playful roughhousing with Bulkhead, something the gentle giant deeply appreciates since he's rarely able to interact with humans physically due to his size.

Bulkhead quietly becomes your emotional anchor. Despite your outward bravado, Bulkhead notices moments of vulnerability after particularly traumatic "deaths." He reassures you in these moments, reminding you, you're not alone, reinforcing your bravery and value to the team.

Bulkhead admires your bravery and resilience immensely, viewing you as a Wrecker and equal, despite your smaller stature. Conversely, you appreciate Bulkhead’s unyielding loyalty and genuine care. Your trust runs deep, built on numerous battles, shared victories, losses, and countless nights exchanging stories about Cybertron and Earth beneath desert skies.

After particularly harrowing missions, Bulkhead tenderly cradles you against his chest plates, soothing away the trauma of your repeated injuries, whispering gentle reassurances.

You often spend quiet evenings together in the desert outskirts, Bulkhead gently holding you close as you share whispered dreams, fears, and hopes under endless stars.

You often tease Bulkhead by climbing atop his servo and giving playful kisses on his faceplate, laughing warmly when his faceplates flush adorably.

Bulkhead carefully memorizes your emotional state. After each death, he envelops you tenderly in his servos, gently humming calming Cybertronian lullabies to soothe away your lingering trauma.

[savvymantis]

anon who asked about the character limit, thanks for confirming! Also as of typing I realised your ask box being tilted I Need That is prolly a reference to Ratchet XD Nice one! As for my request could I ask how TFP Ratchet, Wheeljack, Bulkhead and Bee would react to their so calling them their husband?? There was this one trend going around where a spouse would be on the phone and casually refer to their partner as husband in a conversation. I just wanna see the bots flustered and confused, that's how I like my big robots

Dear Future Husband

Ratchet:

"You leave my husband alone!"

The playful scold echoes throughout Ratchet's processor, drowning out your cheers and jeers with the kids as you chase them off from his work desk. He looks at his frozen servos, then flicks his gaze towards you, watching as you pin Miko to the ground while rubbing your fist into the top of Jack's head as he cries for some uncle of his.

Husband.

Ratchet moves a servo to the computer, typing into a search engine. The results prove he's correct, a husband is a spouse, a married partner, equivalent to a conjunx, at least in the legal sense. Probably the sentimental sense too, considering how you are.

You called him your husband.

Ratchet glances back at you again, now buried beneath revenge-seeking children. He can't see your face behind Raf, who's sat on your chest, but he can hear your laughter. He smiles.

"Come on, off with you!" Ratchet shoos the kids away from you. They tumble and laugh at the gentle brush of his servos. "Don't crush my conjunx when I still need their help."

The smile you give him is dazzling, prettier than any star he's ever seen before.

Wheeljack:

"Careful, or your guard dog will come barking."

"My husband is twice the mech you could ever wish to be!"

Wheeljack knows a thing or two about humans, not really by choice, but he knows that word you said is meant to relate to him. He cradles your tiny form to his chest, blocking blasts with his back before he's transforming around you.

Breakdown isn't an opponent he wants to deal with right now, not with your life on the line.

Luckily, the Nevada landscape provides plenty of shortcuts and hideaways for him to make use of. You mercifully keep low and keep quiet, allowing Wheeljack to think a bit better about his escape routes. As much as he hates backing down from a good fight, you're a bit more important than his pride.

How will he question you if you're dead?

"All clear now, sweetspark."

You pop up into his driver's seat, grinning wide. "Have someone record it if you fight that guy. I wanna see you hand his ass to him on a silver platter."

"And I want you to tell me what a husband is."

Your smile softens. "From what I understand from Smokes, it's the equivalent to you calling me conjunx."

Wheeljack speeds off into the desert, throwing down the driver's seat so you roll into his trunk. Ah, so you actually got curious about him calling you that? Seems you both got some explaining to do.

Bulkhead:

"My husband's the strongest by far!" You brag, causing Bulkhead to pause and look at where you're stood before the kids, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen. "And you can't compare!"

"I was in the wreckers with him!" Wheeljack protests.

"Yeah, but he's still way stronger and cooler!" Miko pipes up, firmly behind you in calling him strong and cool. Bulkhead tromps over, faceplate warm, as he waves a servo around and dismisses the group bragging session. Not that is stops Jack and Raf from arguing with Smokescreen about who's the fastest of the bots.

"What's a husband?" Bulkhead asks you, once just you and Miko remain by him. Lifted onto the catwalk, Miko giggles and tries to climb up to his shoulder. He lets her.

"Someone who really loves someone else." Miko provides, tucking into the side of his helm. "Like how you love a conjunx."

"Is that the equivalent?" You ask, grinning lopsided and wide. Bulkhead feels his spark do flips when you grab one of his digits. "I love you tons, so you're my husband, my partner bonded to me in law and in spirit."

"Oh." Bulkhead lifts his other arm, scratching at his cheek. "Uh. . . Well, I love you tons too. As many tons as I can carry."

"That's a lot!" Miko chimes.

You just laugh, and Bulkhead decides to look up what husbands do, that way he can be a proper one, all for you.

Bumblebee:

"Ah, oops, hang on." You twist around, smile sheepish as you wave at Bumblebee. "What game did you want again, hon?"

Bee's wings flick upwards, and he gives you a sweet serious of noises and a point towards one of the games he already has. It answers your question nicely, even without Raf's help to translate.

"Right!" You chirp, turning back around. "My husband would like Ultra Racing Ultimate 4, please! I can pick it up in store, yes."

The conversation drizzles away as Bee's processor overcomes with static. He vaguely draws lines between dots, what husband means and what you must mean by saying it. His spark is lurching around in his chassis like it's trying to jump out to you, its true owner.

In the second it takes you to end your call, servos wrap around your waist and drag you into a teary eyed, utterly sappy Bee. He warbles his noises at you, leaning into the palms you brush over his cheeks and the kisses you press along his helm.

"I love you too, bubs." You coo, rubbing your nose to where his would be, if he had one. "Wanna scare the guy with how fast we show up to get the game?"

Bee decides he will conjunx you by the time he finishes his game.

[bones4thecats]

Miko's Army! Sister; TFP! Bulkhead's S/O

Character: Bulkhead (Transformers Prime) Inspired By: The most random thoughts A/N: This may be a part two, don't know, y'all can vote after reading! ⚠️ Trigger Warnings for: Nothing ⚠️

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💥 You were Miko's older sister, being 9 years older than the 15-year-old. She admired everything you did growing up. You were a very strong woman, participating in multiple strength-related sports as you aged, ranging from wrestling to volleyball

💥 When you turned 18, you moved into America and gained citizenship before joining their military, becoming one of their best members quickly. Once you returned from missions overseas, you got the news that your sister, Miko, had been getting ready to be an exchange student from your parents

💥 It definitely shook your life around, as you hadn't seen her since she was 9 and you were a new-adult. Miko was ecstatic to move in with her older sister once again, knowing you would be such an amazing caretaker for the meanwhile

💥 As the time passed, Miko gained a strong love for American pop-culture. She dyed part of her hair pink and grew into a thrill-seeking young teenager with a strong sense of bravery and loyalty, which she gained from your influence

💥 One morning, she had woke up after falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV with you reading a book in your chair. She was not wanting to go to school, but she knew that you wanted her to go and she couldn't make you angry, your anger scared everyone

💥 She lightly walked out into the living room, finding you there with your canine, Koro, sitting down with his vest wrapped around his body

"What are ya' doing?" She asked.

"Getting ready for work. I have a shift starting at 9:00, so you might wanna get ready 'cause you're getting dropped off early."

"Ugh..." She groaned as she walked away to get dressed and fix her hair.

"Don't worry, Miko. I should be off sooner rather than later tonight, my boss said that I could leave to get you and get back when you're home."

💥 Miko, after some bribery from you, got dressed and pulled her hair up into the two buns and single ponytail in the back. You smiled and handed her a lunchbox filled with her favorite foods before grabbing your own along with your keys, turning on your 2009 Ford F-150, and vesting up your dog before leaving

💥 As you drove Miko to school, you got a call. Picking it up, you answered formally to your boss before asking him what he needed you to do the rest of the day

"Well, Agent Nakadai, we are in need of your presence today. A plan is needing some finalization. Are you clear to come in?"

"Yes, sir. I'm about two minutes away from my sister's school, I'll drop her off and head over immediately."

"Alright. I shall see you soon, Agent."

"You as well, sir."

💥 Hanging up your phone, Miko asked who called, to which you said your boss before laying your phone in the cup holder and turned on some Slash Monkey, knowing it was Miko's favorite band to listen too

💥 She sang along to the music while playing an air guitar as you laughed and kept driving, only slowing down once entering the school-area. Miko looked at you and smiled, pulling her tank-top strap back up and slinging her bag over her shouldr before jumping out, saying her goodbyes, before running off to screw around like normal

💥 You smiled and drove off towards your work, hoping that this wouldn't cause anything to keep you for too long. You needed to hang around your sister more, work just- could get difficult...

»–•–«

💥 It did not go as planned.

💥 Once you saw the lock hit when Miko would get out, you groaned, grabbing your phone and calling your sister. She answered and you just said that she needed to tell you where she would be in around 2 to 3 hours, and she just said she'd be walking around Jasper

💥 You told her that you'd call when you got out and that when you did, she would need to go to K.O. Burger and wait for you there. She agreed and said she was gonna go have some fun now

"Okay, just-"

"Be careful, yeah, I know."

"Love you, Miko."

"You too, big sis!"

»–•–«

💥 Nodding as you spoke to your boss again, you heard both Arcee and Bumblebee returning from grabbing the two male humans that found them in the action against two Vehicons the day prior

"Are the two of them back?"

"Yes they are. I better go see the boys and make sure they don't pass out."

"That you should. Have a good rest of your day, Agent."

"You as well, Fowler."

💥 Closing the phone and stuffing it in your pocket, you turned around and began walking towards the main room where the others were. You were ready to meet the boys, but were not ready to meet the third human they got

"I'm Raf." You heard.

"I'm Miko! Who're you?"

"Bulkhead..."

"Are you a car? I bet you're a truck. A monster truck! Do you like heavy metal? How much do you weight? Ever use a wrecking-ball for a punching bag?"

💥 You quickened your walk to a run as you heard the ramblings. You prayed to every God of every religion that that was not the Miko you were related too

💥 WHY WERE YOU WRONG ALL THE TIME?!

"Miko Nakadai! What are you doing here?!"

💥 The female froze as everyone turned to look at you in confusion. Did you know the young girl?

"Hey! Funny seeing you here!"

"I told you to- why can't you listen for five minutes?" You mumbled as you ran down the stairs to your younger sister.

"Uhm, Y/N?" Bulkhead asked, causing you to turn around to look up at the green-mech.

"...Yes?"

"How do you know her?"

"Oh, don't tell me she's your sister." Ratchet said, a groan ready to come out.

"Well... yeah."

💥 The Autobots looked at you with shock, you guys looked similar, yet different. Her hair has a thick, pink stripe while yours had nothing. She had a very flamboyant fashion sense, while yours was far more dark and solid-appearing. Miko also had an outgoing personality while you were cold and calculating with your words

💥 Bulkhead looked at you and back at Miko nervously, wondering what his next words should be

"Why didn't you tell me about this sooner?!" Miko asked excitedly.

"It was classified." You glared at Bumblebee and Arcee, making them slightly shift, before continuing. "And none of your business."

"Y/N, if I may ask, how old is Miko?"

"I'm 15! Y/N's-"

"24. We're aware."

"I didn't know how old she was." Arcee said, making Bulkhead slightly tense and look away, his face-plate slightly tinted blue.

"Are you like my sister's boyfriend or something? She does rave about someone nicknamed 'Bulky'."

"MIKO! Enough!" You yelled, grabbing her arm and pulling her away to look at you, only to be interrupted by Optimus walking inside to speak to the humans.

"Y/N, I believe it is in all of our best interests to assist these... children, in gaining some consolation in what is happening in this base."

"Understood, Prime."

💥 Bulkhead saw you slightly back away, so he bent his hand down for you to jump on, which you did. He picked you fully up to perch on his shoulder and listen as Optimus spoke to your sister and the two other males

💥 You looked at Miko and sighed... this was going to be a more difficult time caring for her than you thought...

[transformers-spike]

Since you were so graceful to deliver us that magnificent Optimus (and autobots) x Human in their heat cycle, another question arises. What are the autobots' thoughts on eating pussy? What about their styles?? Please and thank u

Good god, I’m going to assume this is general TFP pussy eating and nothing to do with the heatverse. For now I’ll stick to the main cast and add Wheeljack/Ultra Magnus/Smokescreen when I get a better feel for how I want to write them. (also fuck making gifs, thank you for existing, Tenor)

Back when he went by Orion Pax, he was as chaste as a lily. Not from lack of fuckability, oh no. His small frame at the time made him especially cute to onlookers, but it was nigh impossible to hang around him when he was too busy working as a clerk or researching Cybertron’s history in his downtime. There's certainly a possibility he ate at least (1) valve back on Cybertron. Whose? Who fucking knows. My bet would be on Megatronus, but he wouldn’t have horribly fumbled the bag if that was the case. Maybe cunnilingus could have saved their planet… Having, to an extent, merged his consciousness with the thirteen primes, he has gained their wisdom and become something akin to a demi-God by Cybertronian standards. Except with none of the praise, and the weight of the world on his shoulders. Anyway, let’s cease philosophizing about his nature as a Prime, what we’re looking for is how good he is at eating pussy with that extra knowledge. Answer: it depends on the receiver. Considering the size difference, he makes it work without catching your clit between his glossa’s mesh plating. He prefers supporting you in his massive servos, carefully wrapping his digits around your frame in case you start squirming too much and fall off. He applies slow languid licks between pauses, waiting to gauge your reaction in case he’s hurting you. It’s sweet of him, but please Optimus, you need to make your partner cum else they’ll die.

Ratchet has been alive for Primus knows how many slutty millenia. Of course he can eat valves. And if he can eat valves, he can eat human pussy just fine. The hard part is dragging him away from his workstation. Don’t get him wrong, he would love to bury his face between your legs, but he’s got things to do, nevermind a whole ass team to keep alive on top of manning the ground bridge and fixing whatever alien technical bullshittery Raf can’t help with (seeing as the little guy only takes care of the human technical bullshittery). He’s perpetually exhausted, and if Cybertronians had an equivalent to coffee, you’re sure he’d be downing it like a single father after losing everything in the divorce except the kids. So when he gets the chance to eat pussy, he takes his damn time with it, pressing his face against your groin for so long you think he’s fallen into recharge. When he gets to work, he’s savoring every inch of you, making a point to complain there isn’t enough energon to mass displace and taste you completely. The size difference is especially annoying to him, but he makes due nonetheless by slipping the tip of his glossa between your folds, pushing it as far as it can go without hurting you. His engine growls from desperate hunger as he grinds his spike against the ground, grunting and scoffing against your pussy as he has to contend with the smallest sample he’s ever received. Ratchet is going to kill Megatron.

Bulkhead is a complicated case. Yes, he’s tried valves. Any wrecker worth their weight in energon has eaten valves like no tomorrow. But the point is, when you look at his jaw, things get a bit complicated. An overbite in humans is mildly bothersome for a giver, but it gets even worse when you look at Cybertronian anatomy and realize that oh, he’s going to do some major jaw exercises to stick his glossa out properly and eat you out. Thank fuck you’re so small in this case, you have no idea much easier this makes his job. To be fair, his main worry is hurting you. Optimus is careful, yes, but Bulkhead has known destruction for the vast majority of his life, not only as a career, but as a way of life. So when he finds you naked in his servos, smiling up at him, his spike retracts into his panel from anxiety alone. If he so much as bruises you, he will shrivel up and offline. He can handle humans just fine, but during interface? He already has to take a breather before he tries anything in the Cybertronian equivalent of a panic attack. His cooling fans are screeching, and if he could sweat, he’d be causing a major flood in Nevada and all its neighboring states. In conclusion, yes, he can eat out. Not perfectly, but he puts in some valiant effort that’s sure to pay off sooner or later.

At first glance, you may exclaim “Wowzers! Bumblebee doesn’t have a mouth! How can he eat pussy without glossa or lips?” – well guess what! Take a vibrator and stick it between your legs. That’s Bumblebee right there. They should add him as a synonym for it in the dictionary. He may not be able to lick up your juices, but he can buzz incessantly against your groin at a near illegal setting until you come undone. He is so proud of himself. And for his own sake, let’s hope he never got to experience valves before he lost his oral equipment. He tries to be comforting, beeping words of encouragement that you absolutely do not understand but get the gist off anyways. Chances are, he’s either helping you balance on top of his face to get the full hitachi magic wand duct taped to the floor experience, or you’re both lying down while you’re cupped in his servos as he buzzes excitedly between your legs; equal parts cute and overwhelming. You feel bad for using him like this, but he beeps reassuringly and urges you to lie back in his servos and enjoy the ride. He’s such a hitachi toy it’s not even funny anymore. You start giving him setting levels which he eagerly follows like the boyscout he is, keeping the same vibration pace even as you start humping his face plate. You pray to Primus Raf isn’t looking for his guardian, else he’s going to overhear things you would rather die than explain.

Arcee is… way too good at eating out. On Cybertron, she could eat a valve like her life depended on it, sucking on the anterior node and wiggling her glossa inside of it well after her partners would overload, begging her to stop from overstimulation alone. Nowadays, she still has it. With her two-wheeler frame type, she can easily access a human pussy without any trouble, treating it like the cutest minicon valve she’s ever seen. She’s all rapid licks and wandering digits, stuffing you to the brim when she’s busy torturing your clit between her lips, then circling around it as she pushes her tongue between your folds. Arcee’s a fucking menace. She leaves you a crying hyperventilating mess as you plead with her to let you breathe. Yes, she’ll take your words into account and stop at some point. Key word: some. You get a break whenever she fancies. This, or you go into cardiac arrest and she has to deal with your metaphorical blood on her juice-soaked servos, all from eating pussy too good. No one should have that sort of power. But Arcee does, because she’s an unstoppable force. Prepare yourself from some light pillow talk after she takes mercy on you, stroking your cheek and leaning in for a kiss. You can taste yourself on her intake, and she wants you to contemplate the flavor as she wraps her arms around your squishy body in a protective hug, the blue glow of her optics dancing over your skin.

[ricegobbler]

Hi I happy you’re open I wonder if tfp bots and cons react to a bot who is like demencia from villainous who love destructions and chaos and is insanely crazy

TFP BOTS AND CONS REACT TO BOT WHOS LIKE DEMENCIA FROM VILLAINOUS!

GUESS WHOS BACKKKK HEHEHWHDHWJS🤪

It’s been so long I’m so fucking sorry my lovelies. Took a break from doing requests bc I’m so lazy and I got so many.

I hope yall can forgive me, you prob can’t which is understandable. Been doin a a lot of work too. I’ve been active on tumblr just haven’t been doing requests:( I still love yall and I’ll be opening requests soon when I get all these old requests done!!

Also I’ve never watched villainous so I’m so sorry if this isn’t the best!!

Anyways here you go, my lovely.💗💗

Notes: READER IS GN!! Reader is going to be called Y/N!

Warnings: killing!! And uh I think that’s it. If not pls tell me💔

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AUTOBOTS:

-they’re lowk scared of them LMAO.

-like they don’t know where they came from at first. They just randomly came out killing vehicons, which did help though.

-it was Optimus, bulkhead, and bee that first encountered them. The three mechs were on a mission trying to find some energon deposits they picked up and was surrounded by vehicons who were doing the same thing as them.

-out of nowhere a vehicon was ripped in half by two servos, revealing the insanely crazy bot who was covered in energon.

-let’s just say no vehicons survived after the chaos of Y/N.

-Optimus took them in and introduced them to the others while bee and bulkhead looked kinda scared (and maybe traumatized) from the scene they saw. They knew what Y/N was capable of after all.

-luckily, they join the autobots and all is well, as crazy and insane Y/N was still pretty loyal.

-Ratchet isn’t fond of them. Another bot that’s crazy and annoying?? Ugh. He wants to join the allspark at this point. One time he muttered that to himself and Y/N heard him.

“You wanna join the allspark?? I can help you with that!” they exclaimed happily. “NO!”

-Arcee is just glad they’re an autobot, she doesn’t want another Airachnid to give her PTSD.. she thinks their antics and mischief is kinda annoying, but as long as they’re loyal and helpful then she’ll like them.

-Bee is SCARED of them. After seeing them rip open all those vehicons he might just leak some oil. But after knowing them for a bit he gets fond of them and isn’t as scared..still kinda scared tho. Y/N likes his little beeps too</3

-Bulkhead is kinda the same as Bee, but more comfortable. He likes wrecking things, and so do they! They become good friends, they remind him of Miko but in hot form and not as..deadly.

-Optimus just respects their loyalty. He does question their ways of…thinking and actions during missions, but if they help it’ll be fine..but I can see that they’ll definitely make him upset after one mission and be scolded by him, causing Y/N to die down with the chaos a bit. Either way, he likes you. Doesn’t want you to change you ways:) (he’s like a dad)

CONS:

(Im only doing Megatron, starscream, knockout, BD, and Soundwave. I’m sorry my lovelies 😞)

-scared of them too LMAO

-Knockout and starscream were doing a mission together, something about some energon deposits. They were accompanied by some vehicons as well for protection. (We all know damn well the vehicons dead. I love them tho)

-one of the vehicons noticed two F/C optics staring at them all and called them out, only to be pounced on and ripped in half by this new random bot.

-after that this new bot eventually focuses their optics on starscream and Knockout. Starscream noticed this and starts whining and screaming like a femme while Knockout and Y/N just stare at him like: “dafuq..?”

-After that..whatever it was..starscream and knockout convinced them to come along with them to the Nemesis. They get introduced to lord Megatron himself while Starscream and knockout told the warlord of their skills and what they did to the vehicons. He was impressed. So, with that they were now a con! Yayyyy!!!

-Megatron was impressed after hearing their skills. And, he dgaf abt their chaos and mischief. As long as they get their missions and duties done, they’re on his good side. (And as long as they’re loyal) he is amused at how some were afraid of them too (starscream, Knockout, and breakdown)

-Starscream lowk scared of them. He’s pathetic, but i love the lil guy. He doesn’t like going on missions with them ALONE. It’s like another Airachnid but prob worse all over again😥 kinda hates their loyalty to Megatron, be thought he could make them loyal to him when he becomes lord. (Never happened tho LMAO)

-Knockout is scared of them as well. Not as much as starscream tho. Doesn’t rlly talk to them as much, but he does compliment their skills whenever they go on missions tg.

-Breakdown doesn’t rlly talk to them, but after going on a mission with them he just met his new bestie westie! Both like chaos and wrecking things! Sooooo that just means they were meant to be besties😛

-Soundwave don’t like them at first cuz they remind him of Airachnid. But, once they prove their loyalty and dedication (and skills) he’ll become slightly fond of them. As long as they are loyal then he’s fine with them.

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OK THATS IT!! I LOVE YALL AND IM SO SO SO SO SORRY AGAIN FOR THE LONG AS BREAK. BYE BYE MY LOVELIES, OPENING REQUESTS WHEN I CAN!!!

[optimusprime12]

Poly Transformers Prime: Autobots x Cybertronian! Female! reader

Your the only Femme Cybertronian next to Arcee. Well, the second in the realm of being Femme and an Autobot.

Enough about that. You been having a hard time with Human stuff.

"Are you sure this is a "Human" thing?" You asked as Miko put on some slow tunes. "Come on, (Y/n), dance with me!" Smokescreen was the first to hold his hand out to you. "Ew," Miko gagged. Bulkhead pushed you forth playfully, as Smokescreen taken your hand and started to dance. He skillfully slang you around, and dipped you. You where having fun, until Grumpy Mech walks in. "(Y/n)?" Ratchet says, in disbelief that your dancing. "Yes?" You asked him, as you where then handed off to Arcee. "Don't look at him." Arcee playfully flirted. Making Ratchet scoff. "This isn't a gam-" "Oh your just upset you can't keep the girl's attention." Miko chimes in, making Ratchet stutter. "I- I- I do not!" Ratchet's face became redder. Arcee grabbed your chin with her fingers to make her look at you. "Eyes on me baby." Arcee flirts, and dips you. You blinked a few times before Arcee came in with a kiss. You kissed back and felt your face become hot, your breathing becoming heavy. Arcee soon pulled away and you sat there stunned.