#transformers astrotrain x reader

[rabotimagines]

I come here to offer an idea

Imagine being an older con, and you call one of them a good boy with a caress of some kind(e.i their lower back, their cheek, etc) and watch their souls ascend and become one with the allspark.

Now you have a duckling following you cause the hot dilf hit on them

ANON IVE ALREADY HAD THAT EXACT THOUGHT PROCESS!! I just hadn't written it. But I will because others have had the same idea as me. Literally whenever there's some type of "How did you accidentally discover you had a kink?" thread the most common one is always people saying a friend or coworker called them "Good boy/Girl" and they got light headed immediately.

I did let it slip in a little bit with Skywarps petname part. But let's do some others for fun/lean into it a bit more.

"Praise" Older! GN BOT Reader x Bumblebee, Bluestreak, Perceptor, Skywarp, Astrotrain, Blitzwing

Summary: You call him "Good boy" after he'd done something for you.

G1 characters: Bumblebee, Bluestreak, Perceptor, Skywarp, Astrotrain, Blitzwing

Warnings: G1 Blitzwing being G1 Blitzwing (a menace.)

Genre/Theme: The bots get flustered and mildly horny

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Bumblebee probably should have expected it considering- well, all of you. But he's woefully unprepared when you praise him with a "Good boy." You smiled at him, and your em field brushed lightly against his helm right next to where your servo was petting his helm. Bumblebee stops, and his optics widen. Thankfully, you just moved on to other things, so you didn't see Bumblebee stopping where he was to process what just happened.

Bumblebees spark is suddenly humming so loud in his chassis he's worried it's audible. His optics are burning so bright he has to reboot them fully. Finally, Bumblebee can't help laughing light at the fuzzy feeling in his chassis before clearing his vocalizor roughly. He even slams his fist into his own chassis to make sure his engine doesn't stall.

Bumblebee knew exactly what the feeling in his frame was. And he's trying not to get even more embarrassed when he realizes exactly how horny he just got from the very short exchange with you. Yeah- okay. New thing to be aware of when interacting with you. You teasing him like that gets his engine purring. Cool. Bumblebee can do this. He's totally not gonna be thinking about that the next time he self services. Nooooo absolutely not....

Bumblebee can't help thinking what else he could be doing for you to call him. "Good boy."

-

You smile at Bluestreak and nod in acknowledgment. "Baby blue." Bluestreaks wings flutter when you address him with your nickname for him, and he hands you the datapad you wanted. Bluestreaks talking about what he had to do to get it to work, and in the middle of it, you just start moving to leave. Bluestreaks worried for a moment before the back of your servo is brushing up against his cheek.

It's very light but it's accompanied by your hot em field. "Good boy." And then you're leaving- thank Primus because that means you don't see Bluestreaks wings practically shoot upwards. Blustreaks mouth audibly clicks shut, and his glossia feels like It suddenly weighs way too much, and he can't say anything- His optics are burning so bright he can feel them tinting the color on his faceplate cobalt.

Bluestreak pushes his servos over the lower half of his face in mortification when he realizes he's feeling very hot and bothered by the exchange. Oh, Primus, no! You were his superior officer! Bluestreak couldn't think about you like that! But you were so nice to him- and charming and your em field was so touchy- oh, Bluestreaks not gonna be able to be normal about this!

Bluestreak tries to be normal, but every time he sees your faceplate now all he can think about is if you'd call him a "good boy" again...

-

Perceptor offered to do something quick for you, so you didn't have to find someone else to do it. He had the time after all. He's standing next to you when he jolts lightly when he feels your servo on the small of his back. Perceptor glances to your faceplate to see a smile on your derma. "Good boy." Your servo slides away from his back when you move to leave, and Perceptor is stuck staring at the direction you walked off in.

Oh, that's... oh no. Perceptor has to cycle his optics twice before what happened actually, registers and his optics brighten near immediately. Perceptor has to clear his vocalizor since it suddenly feels as if he's got a mild obstruction in his intake. Perceptor then rapidly soothes down his own puffed up plating sheepishly. He's now very glad it was only you and him in the room. Well, his emotional response made sense to a degree. Positive reinforcement was known to have its benefits...

Perceptor then registers the interest in his array and his optics snap wide. Oh, there's something wrong with him! Well, he knows it's not that far out there- it would be a dichotomy when considering common interface interests after all but Primus- Perceptor could not have gotten this worked up over one phrase and one little, albeit very nice, touch- Perceptor can feel the ghost of your servo still on his lower back. The plating felt warm still- Perceptor finally just sighed and scrubbed a servo over his faceplate.

Perceptors processor is now just occasionally wondering the chances of if you'd call him "good boy" again for another favor. And he has to scold his apparently rather perverted processor more than once.

-

Skywarp already knows that he can get you to call him "Good boy" and he already knows he needs to do everything he can to get that rush and phrase one more time! Skywarp wants every little brush of affection you'd give him. The words, your expressions, your em field, and sometimes rarely physical attention when he got lucky. So he's waiting for it to slip out of your mouth again. But he's not really ready for it, though, after you all get your afts kicked by the slagging Autobots.

Skywarp does not want to get his medical attention from Hook- he does not! It's gonna suck! He's fighting Hook until you come outta nowhere and physically force him to lay flat on the medical slab. "Skywarp- behave." Skywarp looks up at you and debates fighting you before slacking against the medical slab. "Good boy." The phrase makes his plating fluff. And you just climb off of him and leave him with Hook. Skywarps too busy thinking about what just happened to even really care too much about Hook.

It's not till after Hook kicks him out that Skywarp realizes he got horny about it. Skywarp did think you were hot. He also liked you flirting with him. You were easy self-service material, really. But now? Yeah, your frame hunched over his own while you call him "good boy." That was gonna be his go too self service fantasy for a hot klick.

Skywarp could totally let himself want some more of you, right?

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Astrotrains just glad he got stuck with you for the day. He'd take you over any of the other high command since you were the most mellow. Astrotrain would take your dumb little names over worrying about injury from his other bosses. So he's not exactly prepared when your servo is on his arm after he'd done his job like he was supposed to. Astrotrains helm snaps to the side only to be met with you smiling. "Good boy." Your warm em field brushes along the side of his frame before you just up and leave.

Astrotrain's spark does something- glitches? Frag- he didn't know, but he's staring at where you'd walked off like you hadn't just done that slag. His chassis hot and the plating on his arm feeling warm due to the lingering touch of your em field. Astrotrain clamps his plating back down on himself tight when he realizes it slightly fluffed up. Astrotrain then forces his wings to flick back down since they'd flicked upwards due to his shock.

His wings shoot right back up when Astrotrain comprehends the heat in his array. Slag okay no- no no no. Astrotrain was not- he will not have sexual thoughts about one of his bosses. He's not going to. No. Apparently, his sparkdamned frame did not care if he indulged it because he still was very horny over his little exchange with you. And now occasionally just remembering it when he sees you- slag it all.

Astrotrain at least accepts the fact that he's slightly attracted to you. In the end, he's just glad it's you and not any of the other decepticon high command.

-

Blitzwing had his stupid task, and you had pointed out how he was totally smarter than it, and how he could definitely handle it easy. And yeah! He could, and he did. Then you're near him, and you smile, and Blitzwing kinda just thinks you'll use your crummy names. Blitzwing thinks he might be able to actually land a hit on you for it this time if he just- Then your servo is on his pauldron but you're smiling- "Good boy" Blitzwing stopped thinking when the phrase rolled out. You then turned and went off to go make sure the dumbaft coneheads were on task.

Blitzwings wings are twitching, and he's doesn't know what the slag that was- but he sure as frag knows he liked it. He liked it a lot, actually. A rush he usually only gets on the battlefield settles down in his chassis, and the point of entry was his pauldron where you'd touched him. Both Blitzwings jet engines and even his tank engine rev and the sound is loud and rough. A wide grin that shows his denta curls on his derma.

Blitzwing knew sparkdamn well what else he was feeling and he's not about to pretend he doesn't just now wanna grab you and use you like a toy- Blitzwing bites his top denta down on his own fist when he remembers he hasn't even managed to land a hit on you for your stupid little name game you played with all of them. You were a high rank for a reason- you weren't a puny pushover.

Blitzwing doesn't know if he should flirt or threaten you the next time he can- so naturally, he does both.

[revelboo]

Okay, now ya got me hooked on Metroplex. Thank you for awaking more Cybertronian thrist for me...

I was wondering if you'll write for Astrotrain, I don't ever see much content for him. It's okay if you have too much as of right now! I understand, but maybe in the future, could you write for him? I've been having a brainrot for him

Look at my thicc boi!

Big boi 💕

Sweet Tooth

Astrotrain x Reader

• Doesn’t get it. The current human invasion of the Nemesis. What is it about the little organics that’s so fascinating? Though, given the warning about them that Megatron had given, they might be being kept as frag toys. Can’t imagine any mech being so horny that they look at one of the squishy, little natives and immediately think ‘Yeah, I can frag that.’ But then, some deviants will frag anything that they can fit their spikes in.

• Maybe it’s loneliness, though? It’s not like he doesn’t have friends, but his size singles him out. Towers over everyone else and he tends to get forgotten somehow. If it’s not the fragging, maybe it’s having someone to talk to. A captive audience. Not that he’s so desperate as to sink that low just for companionship. Growling under his breath as he kicks a tree to send it slowly toppling over, the Constructicons shoot him a look where they’re working on repairing the refinery. While he plays guard. And their human peeps out at him over the edge of Scavenger’s scoop at the noise to make his lip curl.

• Flashing his denta at the tiny human until they disappear back into hiding, he shudders, wings flicking. No. He’d never be that desperate for companionship. Turning, he wanders into the trees to make another boring circuit of the perimeter. Checking for signs of Autobots. Though given that Devastator had slung one of them like a toy out of the woods, he doubts they’re going to try anything anytime soon.

• Adjusting your pack, you reach back to unclip your water bottle and drink. It’s cooler under the trees, but you’re already sweating. Still, it feels good to be able to get outside again. Even if the mosquitoes are trying to carry you off even with bug spray. Moving along the old logging trail, you catch a dazzling flash of metal and hear a crash. Is someone out here logging? Fine hair at your nape prickling, you find yourself heading that way. Curiosity always your bane. And as you move closer, you see- something. What are you looking at? Neck craning, you follow the object up. And up. And-oh.

• Head tipped up to the sun, a tiny noise draws his attention. Just this weird, high pitched keening. And he looks down finding a human just standing there staring up at him making that funny noise. Frag. Ped lifting to squish you, you turn and bolt. Screaming your head off. Frag. He’d already been warned that humans couldn’t see them because they’d go bring more humans. And he’s charging after you, watching you panic and zigzag frantically. Straight into a tree when you look back at him for a second. Watches you bounce off, going sprawling and staying down. And he cracks up. This is the dominant species on this planet? Laughing, he reaches to pick up your limp form. Hadn’t realized humans could be so entertaining. Almost wants to see if you panic and run into another tree as soon as you come to and see him again. How long’s it been since he’s had a good laugh?

Next

[tinydefector]

BIOLIGHTS AND BLASCHKO

One of my transformers headcanons I haven't talked about outside of smut is Cybertronian biolight, biolumoneses, it works a few way, alot of bots are forged with little lines of lighting that glow under the cracks in their armor, it was actually something they used to use when bonding with another slowly changing the glow to be the blend of each other's colours. But in the war, a lot of the bots shut down the protocol for these lights, mainly for safety, mission, and stealth. But when they land on earth and see cars with bright LEDs on the under carriage, some will, on occasion, turn those systems back on. 

Another thing I don't bring up enough is the difference types of vision the bots have, I love the idea that one day the switch over to Ultra violet in hopes of tracking their human in a game but then they stop. It is like seeing their human in a different light (literally) they don't bring it up but of a night when they lay naked curled against the bots bulk their digits traces the ‘invisible’ tripes and lines that are only visible under UV. They started using that vision more to just drink in the beauty of the lines. 

Some will even get the marks painted to them and my favourite part is so many of the human's are unaware they even Have stripes and when the bots finally bring it up, confusion happens, a lot of Google searches. 

“I HAVE STRIPES AND YOU NEVER TOLD ME??” They ask their lover in a panic which makes the bot chuckle as they are lifted closer. Soft kisses pressed to their back. “Yes sweetspark you have stripes” they would mumble against the human's back before deciding it was a perfect opportunity. “I also have glowing lights that line the ridges of my armour.” They would state before loading up the system. Their lovers' eyes go wide as the very soft pulsing glow surfaces. “Woah…. Pretty” they would mutter in true awe. Both are just basking in each other's markings. But then the bot changes to black light, and its the first time the human gets to witness the markings of their skin. The Cybertronian gently traced them as they lay under the stars. The way their digits move across the markings jolts the human's memory. “You have been tracing them all this time?” They ask just barely above a whisper. 

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FREE USE FIC WITH A FEM READER BUT WITH THE G1 DECEPTICONS OMG….

Decepticons x reader, reader has a vagina, pet play, free use, fingering, creampies, oral

Being the communal pet of the Decepticons. You’re wearing a little collar with the Decepticon symbol dangling. You can’t help but lounge across Megatron’s lap while he’s sitting and Megatron can’t help but stuff your little cunt with his digits. Sometimes he’ll just finger you as he’s giving orders and the mechs just have to pretend that they’re not leaking behind their modesty plates wanting to have you mewling and squirming like that.

You barely wear anything and when you do you go without underwear for easy access. You never know when Blitzwing or Astrotrain might need to blow off some steam. Your poor little pussy stuffed full from Astrotrain as he releases another load into you. Blitzwing is grumbling about how it’s his turn to use you but Astrotrain is just tuning him out and filling you until your womb is bloated.

The Constructicons love passing you around and they love rubbing you against their spike as Devistator. Mixmaster is particular about cleaning you up after any fun they have with you. He uses this as an excuse to rub his servos all over your body and cover you in suds.

Starscream has you service his valve and spike. He loves putting their dear pet’s mouth to use on his interface panels. If you’re good he might let you warm his spike as you fall asleep.

Reflector has to photograph you in every position he can squeeze you in. He’s kind of made it his mission to work on their pet’s flexibility so you can have your little pussy spread however they want. Reflector also distributes many pictures of you around the ship so even when a mech can’t find you they can still have you to jerk off to.

Thundercracker loves when you rub yourself against his node. Your cute, tiny little clit bumping against his much larger node as you try to get yourself to cum. Of all the Decepticons Thundercracker is the most likely to baby you and pamper you. Let him coo at you as he rubs another orgasm out of your body. Post interface cuddles where he fingers his overload back into you.

Shockwave has a little bed for you next to his work where he sets you up with a fuck machine so your pussy and ass are never empty. Don’t get too loud and make him gag you, he has very important work to attend to.

Soundwave loves overstimulating you. He lets Rumble and Frenzy spear you while he watches. The whole time Soundwave is guiding you on how to move your body. He loves to stuff you with his spike then finger you until you squirt.

All in all, the Decepticons have you as a well trained pet.

[earthscaled]

Sure shuttleformers are often even bigger than regular cybertronians but that also means their alt modes are even bigger than standard which means you can total drag an air matress in them and make a cozy nest to nap in while hes doing a standard patrol or somethin. Harder to get properly comfy in a car.

[lazypanartist]

Mmmmm.... No braincells rn. So. Uh. Barely NSFW if you squint? W/ Megatron, Starscream, Breakdown.. idk. Any bot/con who's considered a "brute" and needs more love, really.

(If you have favs that fit lmk so I can tag 'em!!)

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He always held you softly, like you were made of glass. A moment from shattering in his massive grip, but too precious to not hold so close to his spark.

He wasn't used to the softness. Your character, your skin, your clothes. It was almost too much. And yet he couldn't stop himself from seeking more, his digits testing your boundaries, searching for whatever could be deemed the softest bit of your fragile self.

Your hands - so miniscule compared to his servos, tiny digits curving between two of his own, a gentle squeeze moulding you to the shape of him.

Your legs, soft and yet so strong, giving beneath his touch but able to hold your weight - not that he considered it to be a chore.

He thought it might be your lips, though - tiny, pliant, pink. He couldn't help himself, reaching out to poke at them gently, watching as they turned down for a moment before splitting into a grin, squishing easily beneath his gentle prodding.

Yes, it had to be. Soft, gentle, beautiful - he equated the words with your entirety, but the little smile you beamed up at him sealed your lips as the softest part of you.

[transformers-spike]

Y/N: I'm no longer interested in a date. Goodnight.

Astrotrain: Wha- no! And it's 1pm!

Y/N: Cosmos wouldn't do this shit to me

Cosmos, sensing he has a shot: That is true, I would not.

Astrotrain how did u fumble this bad. You were this 🤏 close to getting the humussy

🦂

I agree with Y/N

[crying-fantasies]

Medical play

Masterlist

Featuring TF: Earth Wars Game! Barricade, smut/humor, CW: reader putting a hand over the mech, dubious consent (both are drunk every time they get nasty), licking, implied oral, implied fingering and penetration, implied blowjob, messy make-out, Barricade is a menace and an afthole, the reader has a thing for praxian frames (who doesn't?)

There is just so much you can go around from one medical habsuit to the next, Ratchet and First were very serious on the topic of not exhausting yourself, a pair of complete hypocrisy as both are out cold after dual missions, you don't have more hands to help as Minerva is still recharging after a 39hrs shift, Knock Out and Wreck-gar are still out in the field, the first most likely requesting to come back already not due to worrying over you but his paint.

So there's only you when the Decepticons group comes back from a fight with whatever is coming from Cybertron, the big door opens and they see you, alone, they can't even get angry anymore as they practically toss some of their mechs on the floor, someone's arm strut almost crushes you and makes you scream, Tantrum has no much to say but “all yours, squishy doctor” as you get near to notice the two mechs tossed at you are Barricade and Waspinator; Astrotrain, bless his spark, stays longer than the rest of them, looking at you as Waspinator starts to cry out in distress, Barricade may still be rebooting due to his silence, he gives you an uncertain glance before asking “need a servo, doc?”

There is no more energy as the cries intensify, he is cringing internally from it, you can notice, especially when Barricade’s system crashes and he wakes up in intervals, shouting obscenities, “I would love some help, Astro”.

Being a doctor in the base has its pros, more than one Decepticon is indebted to you, and while not all are as nice or bearable as Astrotrain, well, you manage, the number of attempted murders against you has dropped significantly, that's progress, a constant mantra repeating in your head when Astro goes back to his barracks once both Decepticons are tossed on the medical berths, he looks at you, waiting, and you let him go as this is routine.

Monotonous, boring routine, almost every soldier and high command has already passed on your hands from a devastating blow through their spark chamber or a detailing session to calibrate sensors right and get the dirt out, you've seen it all, you've lived it all, at least for a human, Drift said you're an old soul and Ratchet told him to shut up.

Perhaps you are an old one inside, as you collect patience to shove energon candy to Wasp’s mandibles, letting him be concerned over his goodies and not his arm strut going back to where it belongs, his antenna does pick up in what you're doing when you're done, “Waspinator did well?” your tired smile speaks volumes, “You did great buddy”.

Takes time and a lot of effort to catch on to what makes them let you work, Waspinator tends to forget about the world with energon candy, others when you do part of a psychiatrist and listen to their ranting, some good tea, extra spicy in some occasions, some want you to be a “service drone” by just doing the work done, for those your hands and treatment get a little rougher.

You're proud to say that fewer Decepticons turn away from the med bay when you're in charge or alone.

Now, Wasp is entering the cryostasis pod for a recovery nap, that lets you with-

“You spawn of a glitch!”

Barricade, whose mind seems to still be in the war zone, his struts are a mess, has blaster openings on more than one side and one optic isn't working. Given that he isn't in a worse state then maybe Hook went with them on this occasion.

Still, all his wires are an utter mess.

“What-?”, takes a moment for him to run right, but once he does you are very close to overriding his system manually, “Oh, oh, nice day, doc”.

Your teeth are going to turn out into powder by how hard you're grinding them, “good afternoon, Barricade”.

This is the reason why you sent Astrotrain away and put Waspinator into the cryo pod, your reputation among the Decepticons has improved so well, that you feel proud about it and almost jumped on your feet when Megatron called you “beneficial flesh bag”.

You will not lose that.

Barricade chuckles, helm pressing to the medical berth, looking at you like he wants to take a bite, “Come on, told you to call me Barry ages ago”, his only good servo tries to touch under your lab coat, you try to keep it civil, but he is doing it so hard, pushing his digit away only has him scowling “thought I already fragged your stupid uprightness away last night cycle”.

That, you're trying to forget about that as your fingers start to move away the plating which is poorly mangled, and his panels are an utter eyesore, but at least his internals aren't damaged, you can do this fast and spare yourself the mortification of hearing him talk about the most recent drunken misstep, the many, embarrassing many drunken missteps, “Barricade, I’m a medical official, you're an enforcer, we must keep it professional”.

With an air of anticipation, he clicks his glossa, just as you had predicted, “Professional this, professional that, that’s all you talk about”, he has an arm twisted abnormally backward, wires and lines messed up, but all that doesn't stop him from trying to get into your pants while sober, “what happened to the doctor that reached a fleshy servo inside my valve to check, uh? Or the doctor who tested my transfluid and gave me the all-good?”

Memories flush as fast as the rush of your blood coursing through every vein and artery, there is never quite enough to make a full picture and you swear that there is not even an ounce of resolve that wants to remember as you put his plating out of the way, trying to concentrate on the task and welding machine at hand, but it's so hard when he is looking at you like that and doing obnoxious, heavy ventilations laced with groans and the occasional moan when you drag away plating with force, “just like that, doc, you know how I like it”.

Who could've known that he had this kind of interest, yet again, Runamuck said something along the lines of you being the primary reason for his curious awakening in new interfacing techniques, and even giving you the hint that maybe you two should make it official to this point, you don't have a friend to care about to give the news so what are you waiting for? He says it with sincerity, unbecoming from a Decepticon, still with the usual bite most of them have.

Most people tend to their friends or interests, leaving lonely you at a corner of the bar full of people and cybertronians, never having the time to make some bonding, friendship, or fraternity, glancing respectfully at a pretty praxian that seems to be the focus of many as he talks, surrounded by his friends. Drinking to have the courage to go there and talk with him isn't the answer, that much has been proved over and over, as your feet wobble and your brain is soon to fall asleep from the intoxication.

The first time it happened, it was a mistake. You were drunk, just holding onto the first servo you could find, searching for that telling chevron as you looked up, and in the way his door wings perked up by the contact, he was just as drunk as you, overcharged, but still had the decorum to get you into his habsuit before punching the close buttons in haste. You aren't proud of yourself, much less when his red optics look at your hand pressing over his chest plate, urging him to the berth, following your command not by force or by his weakened state, he wants to and even has the vulgarity to put his servos under his helm, expecting you to do whatever you desire and go along with him, like you were some service drone ready to do the job.

Barricade found himself unprepared for the sudden pressure of your fingers over usually unused buttons and crevices of his chest, you had the medical knowledge to override his self-protection protocol. Exposing his spark, shining hard, light flowing into your face, so pretty, so enticing, a literal star in front of you.

It's hard to believe you forced him to do anything, but yet again, the bastard remembers that night with a dreamlike smile.

It would be foolish to just let it be, but you also felt stupid waking up the morning after, your radio almost blowing up with 39 messages from First Aid, resuming them in “your shift started 6 hours ago, I’ve distracted Ratchet from noticing but now Ratbat is whining to be treated by your hands only, where the frag are you?” as your face, middle and lower body have the sticky feeling of semi-dried transfluid, your partner of the previous night recharging soundly by your side.

Only one look at him and you were running from that habsuit like it was a contamination chamber, no matter how many times you ran, you still, somehow, ended up on his habsuit, on repeated occasions, always brought by bad decisions, alcohol and high-grade, mixed with xenophilia, Barricade kicked out his habsuit partner without any decorum, both in a frenzied and drunken mist to even care when Runamuck tells him “hey, I'm happy you finally stopped to be an annoyance in the highway, but could you frag the flesh bag somewhere else?!”, still, you both know he won't say a word, just allowing him to go make a ruckus in the nearest street, leaving you both to your own and trying to feign ignorance when he wants to put an audio receptor in the door when you moan, leaving anyway when things seem to be too gross for him, more times than not that's when Barricade shoves his glossa inside your mouth, almost getting off by the way you try to suck it, earning a wicked groan as his servos grip too hard over your chest and ass, leaving pretty marks here and there.

Both of you don't care, hardly keeping at bay where hands or servos reached before you put him over the berth with a firm tone, urging him to show you his spark chamber for a quick examination, feeling a hot, fluid rush from head to toe when he does as requested, waiting for you to take place over his abdominal armor, fingers creeping over his array, opening it manually, the smell of ozone heavy in the dark habsuit, your hands hold your weight, telling him to show the resilience of his hips if he could haul your insignificant body in constant pumping so you could measure the electrical flow of his stabilizers.

Oh, and he showed off so well last night.

“Bet you wanted to treat another praxian”, at that side remark he can only yelp when you tug way too hard on his line, Barricade is soon to shout at you, stopping, realizing you have detangled the mess the others made on the war zone with a single pull in a movement, no leaking, no lasting pain, but a scorching, painful pressure over his interface panel when he compares this fed up and angry you to the one liking over his sensors and modules while calling him a “good patient”.

His optics and biolights flare, a telltale you've reluctantly become familiar with.

“Is that everything, Barricade?”, you're frustrated with his nonsense, trying to get him away as soon as possible when you catch on his ventilation fans overworking, he smells like ozone.

“Now that you are asking-”

“Fleshy doc!”

He gets away from you with outstanding force and speed, another batch of Decepticons is at the hangar door, knocking first, it gives you another source of happiness and pride as Gnaw does it in place of just barging right in, finally some improvement, enough time for you to catch on your canned shower and aromatherapy spray, using great amount over your body and Barricade, who isn't pleased in the slightest to smell like lemon and vanilla, again, "yeah, come in!"

You try your best to disregard his disapproving look, realizing that what you said didn't come out the way you wanted it to given the circumstances.

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I love Bayverse Barricade but I love this interpretation of him a little more, very handsome, even when he doesn't look that much like the original, and very obsessed with the game once again, but in the variety is the pleasure.

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[lockheed-martin-unofficial]

Imagine dating Astrotrain and telling your friends about this guy you’ve been seeing. He’s really got his life “on track”. Super focused and dedicated. Doesn’t let anything “derail” him. Yeah he’s got a lot of hobbies, they help him “let off steam”.

You won’t believe how easy he is to talk to, it didn’t take long for our relationship to “gain traction.”

He’s not “a-freight” to try new things together.

A “full steam ahead” kinda guy.

I’ll see myself out.

[fandom-go-round]

Would like to request a non binary reader x cyberverse astrotrain. Reader loves trains and happens to find astrotrain.

Cute train obsession.

Astrotrian isn’t used to attention, especially from humans. He thinks they can be annoying but cute most days and you’re not exception. At least not at first. He’s undercover at a local train station, staking out the flow of traffic. Or at least that’s what he’s supposed to be doing. He’s pretty sure that command has forgotten he’s stationed here and now he’s killing time.

That’s the only reason he doesn’t try to shoo you off when you come over to gush. Astrotrain is bored and decides to wait and see what you’re going to do. The last thing he expects to come out of your mouth is ‘oh wow you’re gorgeous’ and then gushing. Sure, he’s had partners before but no one is that bold with him. Even if you do think you’re just talking to a regular train.

He soaks up the praise like a sponge and can’t resist sitting a little higher on the tracks. He’s a key part of the Decepticon war effort and it’s nice to be recognized! Humans can’t be all that bad if they’re acknowledging how interesting and good looking he is. Astrotrain ignores the way his spark spins when you pat the side of his engine.

Of course, the Autobots have to come and ruin this for him. They storm the train station, Starscream and his trine barely staying out of laser fire. Thundercracker yells at Astrotrain to hurry up and he gets ready to move. You’re frozen in shock at the giant mechs so all you can do is yelp when Astrotrain scoops you up. It might be hard for you to digest but you’ll get there; he’s determined to make you his new best friend no matter what.

[rabotimagines]

hello yes would absolutely love you to share anything involving spiking other bots, not enough bottoms

MY MECH!!! I may bottom post primarily but I am a verse and would also love to top most these mechs on my blog.

"Cute" GN BOT Reader x Megatron, Hound, Astrotrain, Optimus

Summary: You're topping him and you call him cute.

G1 character: Megatron, Hound, Astrotrain, Optimus

Genre/Theme: Calling him cute while he takes your spike.

Warnings: Smut, 🔞 MDNI

Pronouns: You, Your, Yours

Notes: Bot reader spikes the guys!

A clipped noise escapes Megatron when you bury your spike back into the deepest point you can reach of his valve. His pleasure nodes being stimulated makes his blasted hips rut back against you when you slam your spike back into his valve. Megatron tenses and latches onto your gauntlets. His own pride refuses to allow himself to wrap his arms around your back. (And wrap his thighs around your waist-) you pant and grunt, but your optics are locked onto his and your optics burn bright. Your optical ridge creased. Pleasure starts humming louder in his core from the sight alone. And your spike forcing his valve to take it only makes it hike higher- and then you smile.

And you say he looks cute.

His spike throbs, and he growls. Megatron then actually does clamp his frame around yours. Thighs locking together behind your aft, and arms dragging your chassis right against his own with a loud scrape. "When I overload on your spike- I'm going to flip you onto your aft and use your spike so hard your frames going to think it's your function-!" Your hips stutter, before you thrust deep into him, making Megatron sigh and pant. Your pelvis grinds down on his anterior node, and Megatron arches against you when his overload finally hits him. His valve milks your spike and makes you spill your transfluid right into him. Megatron groans when you jerk your hips against him again through your own overload. His spent spike is trapped between your frames, smearing pink across both your fronts.

... You hoped the overload was good enough he'd forgive you?

Megatron's servos and thighs still gripping you and leaving you with zero chance of escape made you assume maybe not.

-

Hound is gasping and panting. His glossia brushing against his own bottom derma every time your hips smack against his aft. You hit his ceiling node on your next thrust, and Hounds frame jumps along with it. A gasping muttered noise falls out of him, and he can only whine when you slam into it again. Hot heat traveling through his frame and settling into his struts. Hound's cursing under his vents when you suddenly pull his leg up and half pull him around so you can see each other better. You're panting and cursing like him, and he stares back at you, trying to catch his own vents.

And then you call him cute.

"Huh?" Hound as enough time for his optics to flush somehow even further before you slam your spike back into him and start fragging him with vigor. "Oh Primus- Primus-!" Hound clenches down on your spike and grabs onto your frame, his digits striping some of your paint off. Hound moans loudly, when his overload hits him hard enough his spark feels like It jumps in his chassis. You frag him through it, and Hounds whimpering when you finally bottom out inside of him one last time.

Hound can only look down at where your pelvis is flush against his valve and groans when he sees your transfluid starting to drip out of his valve.

-

Astrotrain's grunting and fisting his servos at his side when you bottom out and simultaneously grind the front of your chassis across his spike. Astrotrain thought his position would've left him a good amount of control- him sitting up against the wall legs spread open. But you figured out way too quickly you could stimulate his spike with every thrust back inside of his valve. And you seemed fragging set on driving him crazy. Astrotrain's helm tilts back and thunks against the wall when your next thrust forward has you slowly grinding down on his spike and anterior node. His valve instinctively spasming around your spike.

And you call him cute-!

Astrotrain grits his jaw and lowers his helm to glare at you. "Don't say that slag-! Gnh-!" Astrotrain screws his denta back together with a clank when you start fragging into his valve harder. Your servos that were on his thighs both grab onto his spike, and Astrotrain's aft almost fully leaves the ground when he bucks against your frame. Your servos both dragged down his spike length, and one of them is pressing right under the head of his spike. And your pelvis grinds down on his anterior node and Astrotrains overloading on your spike with a shout.

You end up getting his transfluid on your own jaw, and Astrotrain has to bite back a groan when you just lift a servo up to swipe it away and start lapping it right off your own digits...

-

Optimus sighs against his own gauntlets, where he's resting his battle mask, when you roll your hips and slide your spike back into his valve. Your spike feathers his deeper nodes in a way that makes him instinctively clench down on you every time you bottomed out inside him. Optimus gasps when you start picking up your pace. Your pelvis is audibly snapping against his aft now. Optimus groans and his plating slacks when you start hitting a deeper bundle of his pleasure nodes when you slightly shift your hips.

And you call him cute-?

Optimus huffs when his own optics brighten. His spike is twitching heavy and neglected below his own hips. "Love, please -" Optimus begs because he needs a bit more from you- and you tell him to arch his upper frame back a bit and Optimus obeys. And next thing Optimus knows, you've bottomed out rough, and your servo hooked on his pauldron and is yanking him backward even further. And your other servo is on his spike-! Optimus keens embarrassingly loud when your glossia drags light but hot along the back of one of his finials. Optimus clenches down on your spike and overloads.

Optimus pants and notes how your oral lubricant on his finial feels warm- so does your transfluid spilling down his inner thighs.

[revelboo]

Revel? It's been a bad day. I had an anxiety attack, and other shit happened today. Can I request some comfort oneshots for transformers dealing with their s/o being cyber bullied or something? Or maybe just comfy fluff? Gonna need it.

Sure! I’m so sorry that happened to you

Comfort

Astrotrain

• Stiffening as he enters his habsuite and finds you hurriedly turning away from him and rubbing at your eyes, he growls. No one’s allowed to upset you. Except him. “What’s with the leaking?” Reaching out to run a servo over the top of your head before hooking the tip under your chin to tip your face up. Those tears sliding down your face, the faint trembling of your hands make him feel violent. Who did this?

• “I’m okay. People are just jerks sometimes,” you mutter, still feeling the anxiety twisting inside you with no outlet. Hear him rumble out a growl as his servos close around you and you’re being lifted and cradled against the warm mesh of his neck, the thrum of his spark helping. ‘If you tell me about it, I’ll deal with it,’ he offers and you press your face against him with a laugh that’s more sob than anything else. Because you know he will. Love him for that, but you also know he’ll deal with it with excessive amounts of violence and siccing your giant boyfriend on some internet troll who’s probably just a lonely guy living in his mom’s basement wouldn’t exactly be fair as satisfying as it would be.

Bluestreak

• Door wings drooping as he returns to his habsuite and finds you huddled in your blankets wedged into a corner on his berth, your face crumples when you meet his optics before you’re hiding your face in the blanket. And his spark feels like it’s breaking. Are you crying? Anxiety thrumming through him, he puts a knee on the berth and mass shifts, crawling closer and stopping just short of touching you. “Hey, are you okay?”

• Hate this because you’re the strong one, the one always comforting and looking after him. But peeking out at his anxious expression, you cave and reach for him. Let him pull you into his arms and rest his chin on top of your head. “Better now,” you manage, not sure how to explain someone bullied you, too embarrassed to admit to it. But you feel better with his arms wrapped around you. Having this, having him to ground you.

Bayverse Optimus

• Startling as your skin prickles all over at the low snarl, you turn and he’s right there, optics narrowing as he takes in your anxious tears and then he’s reaching to carefully pick up your laptop in his huge servos to lift it closer to his face. That angry rumbling growing louder as his optics narrow. “Babe?” You whisper. Oh, that’s not good. Seeing his servo send a tiny cable to snake into the laptop.

• Venting on a growl as he searches and traces, he finds what he needs and disconnects from the device, carefully handing the tiny thing back to you before reaching out to touch the top of your head. Hating someone upset you, made his tiny mate cry. “I’ll deal with it,” he growls and your eyes widen. No one is allowed to harm you. Not without repercussions. Moving back and transforming, he’s rolling as you shriek after him not to murder anyone. Broken legs aren’t fatal to humans, right?

[tinydefector]

Do you think cybertronians every freak out with more "fragile " humans. I have EDS and it seems to effect my knees the most right now so I tend to fall due to them popping and giving out on me. I'm used to it by now and have gotten knee braces. Do you think any of the bots or cons would freak out if they saw a human fall and have to lay down for a while. I think I'd find it really funny while laying on the ground in pain lmao. Love your work by the way you write lovely !

Gods, I felt the knees too much mine dislocated, and atm I have one that's been causing me hell

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I do think they would freak out the first few times. But after a while, they would start just going. "You good?" But also on that, I believe they would also find ways to help improve your movement. Mind you, I have a rather messed up knee and need a brace that has a locking mechanism in it in case my knee gives out on me. So I can see a lot of the Cybertronians trying to help make you more comfortable with gadgets to help. For example, if you have trouble walking, they will make you a more advanced brace, one that still assist and holds much better than the flimsy wires in the ones you get from the hospital.

The first time the bots hear your bones crack, it sends them into a panic, thinking you're breaking, and they have them rushing you to the medbay into the doctors servos, saying your dying because your body is creaking and cracking.

These guys love modifying things because they know humans can't simply replace limps like they can. So when you have an issue with one of the wheels on your wheelchair. They are straight away working on fixing it up, adding wheels with a lot more resistance to strain. Don't ask where they got the equipment. The bots try their best to be as accommodating as possible. A place doesn't have a ramp. They will lift you up the stairs. Even make it easier for you to get into their alt mode. It's simple little things, and they may not be a lot to them, but it makes life so much easier for you.

The medics also take it upon themselves to learn human medicine and body structure because after they hear you complain about how expensive health care is, they want to try and give you the best care they can. Which involves them making medicines, equipment, and services for you. Also, expect with any injuries that the bots are going to make you do a lot of physio to try and help you strengthen your joins the best it can. Tho they know each human is different, they do try their best to accommodate for you better than a lot of other humans do. To them, you are never a burden its always a delight for them to do something as simple as help you when you're in pain or having difficulty.

[iholli]

👑 Holli / Rat • 24+ • any pronouns • ficto ace • artist, gamer, rat lover, selfshipper • so show me the sea, and I'll take you to Mars

🐀 heya! name's Holli but you can call me Rat, or whatever else you fancy :] I'm here to post about rats and the beach and cry about whatever fandom [or character] my singular braincell is currently most attached to. nice to meet you!

🎨 looking for art? you can find my work on BlueSky, though I occasionally still post things here! art tag: #ratkingdraws

⚠️ pro fiction / anti censorship space;

I'm personally uncomfortable with a lot of problematic content, but I believe people have the right to do whatever they want in fiction and I don't think they should be harassed for it. your ship is not my ship and that's okay. if you don't like something, block and move on, please. I'm an adult with better things to do. tag filter: #ratkingdiscourse

🌊 twice daily scheduled ocean posting;

#happy place 💙 / #oceancore • until the day they become my own posts.

💖 selfship posting;

#heart of mars • Rat King & J'onn J'onzz • DCAU / JLTAS / JLU • married

not comfortable sharing with canon but selfshippers are fine!

playlist 🌌🐀

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#it's a rat room blitz! • RTE-09 & Blitzwing • TFA / BBM • conjunxed

don't like sharing, canon or otherwise (Astrotrain is fine). you can interact with me but I likely won't do so in return.

playlist ✈️🚀 || informational sideblog

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#FIREBYTER • Ratbyte & Heatwave • Rescue Bots • sharing okay!

playlist 🚒🐀

💖 other selfships [sharing okay];

#💜💖💙 • Vincent "Vinny", Donatello Hamato, & Leonardo Hamato • ROTTMNT

playlist 🐢🐀

#ratstatic • Vermin & Vox • Hazbin Hotel

playlist 📺👑

#PREDATOR/PREY • Wastelander Rat & Megalo Don • Fortnite • qpp

playlist 🦈🐀 [cover photo]

✨ most common fandoms;

DC: DCAU fanatic / GLTAS always / The Suicide Squad / MAWS / hopeful for the future of DC

Transformers: I intentionally avoided it forever cause I knew it would consume me. I did not protest when my besties pulled me into it. this is my whole existence now. / Rise Up: Decepticon sympathizer / Blitzwing is everything to me in every iteration 💜

Fortnite: joined C5S1 / Montague, Artemis, Hades, Megalo Don, Fletcher Kane supremacy / more active on Twitter @ R47K1NGG4M3S / always looking for new friends, add me on Epic @ R47K1NGG4M3S :]

ROTTMNT: hi I love found family. and Leotello. but mostly found family. unpause ROTTMNT.

Marioverse / Luigi's Mansion: Luigi, King Boo, & Bowser fan / successfully played or own all the Luigi's Mansion games [including the arcade cabinet]!

Invader Zim: ZaDr my otp always / Almighty Tallest apologist / where the lore all started...

Hellaverse: Hazbin Hotel my beloved / RadioStatic / Helluva Boss is also cool. ily Queen Bee

MCU: less frequent here / forever a soft spot for Loki / Octogoblin / Spider-Verse / Team Cap / X-Men,,, swamp rat Gambit my beloved

🌊 I don't bite, I'm just here to vibe & I like making friends :] please feel free to talk to me about anything! I love getting asks about my interests and selfships [or YOUR interests and selfships] or just to chat, and you can always ask for my Discord!

⚠️ AI & NFT will not be tolerated in any capacity; I spam report any accounts posting AI art, and I will block anyone using AI chat bots including ChatGPT & c.AI; I do not make exceptions. AI is art theft, including writing, full stop. block me now if that's an issue.

🚫 Primus knew I'd be too powerful if I could draw (or commission) nsfw but I can and do post about it sometimes. I'm an adult, I like nonhumans and fucked up stuff and funny posts. and x readers. #suggestive / #nsfw / #valveplug when applicable

🔪 I do like candygore and cannibalism-- there may be the occasional bloody / gorey post though heavy realistic gore also makes me uncomfortable! tag filter: #blood tw or #gore tw; cannibalism does not have a specific tag!

💖 that's all for now! thanks for stopping by :]

[ppnuggie]

HCs please for loving the snarky sassy astrotrain ( cyberverse)

　　　　　　ASTROTRAIN x gn human reader

　　　　『　ASTROTRAIN ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> hcs for loving astrotrain 🙏

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack

　　— ugh love that guy 😩🤲 tysm for requesting <33 !

• being with this guy is quite the hassle 💀💀 not only is he a jerk most the time but he does shit on purpose that bother you

• such as putting things you need high up where you can even use a ladder to get them ,, so then you’d have to go to him for help

• and when you happen to ,, he only teases you about being short and taking the longest time ever to get the item ,, claiming his servo must’ve clamped up or that his digits all the sudden ‘stopped working’

• one of these days ,, you promise and swear ,, you’re gonna get him ,, you’ll get him good and then he’d feel what you feel

• however ,, that day seemed to come a bit too soon ,, as he had just gotten back from a mission ,, pouting and whining about deadend and megatron messing up his interior

• though you werent around to witness his meltdown ,, which he had gotten somewhat suspicious of ,, looking high and low for you

• when he couldnt even find a single bit of you or at least a clue to where you couldve gone ,, he started thinking the worst had happened

• this man interrogated every decepticon around ,, some of them were worried he’d hurt them ,, and some had no clue as to where you had gone

• however ,, you being you ,, were teaching the seekers how to play go fish since they finally got cybertronian sized cards ,, which you were glad to teach

• astrotrain ,, though ,, had ruined your lesson and the game that was currently ongoing ,, by grabbing you and rushing away from the scene ,, which left some pretty confused seekers

• astrotrain was examining all over ,, making sure the seekers hadnt forced you to do anything ,, which made you have to convince the big mech nothing bad happened and that you were only teaching them a card game

• he only sighed ,, happy nothing bad happened to you ,, but was quick to scold you for this ,, to which you looked at him smugly

• “ dont mess with my stuff again then ,,”

• though he never stopped ,, if anything ,, he did it more often 💀 so problem not solved

[yandere-wishes]

I wanna be Deadend's crybaby!! Like just be super emotional and sensitive! He'd just tell me to stop crying and that everything is pointless anyway.

Bonus points if it's Cyberverse Deadend! He'd just say something like,

"Oh, I hate this.."

Or you know what would be even cooler! Crybaby Darling teaming up with Astrotrain to bully Deadend. Now he has two idiots to deal with!