#transformers prime x reader

[creator4favestuff]

Being so disappointed in your lover when they do something bad that you ban them from love making for 3 days.

They're absolutely sparkbroken, whether complaining about it or apologizing profusely, hoping to change your mind.

You don't budge on your decision.

And throughout those 3 days, they become so torn up inside, desperate for your touch. They yearn for it, need it like they need energon.

Some try to act tough, but even they start to crack.

When the fourth day comes, and you finally give them a full embrace, they absolutely REFUSE to let you go.

So if you had plans or work, you'll have no choice but to cancel or take them with.

But of course, you can't blow their cover, so maybe you can give them a good time and help their poor valve that's been so lonely without you.

You brought this upon yourself. Leaving them so coldly like that! But they'll make sure you make it up to them.

Even if you get tired, they'll continue stuffing their valve with your strap on, so get some rest. They'll still be there when you wake up. :)

[jellyfishoreo1206]

How did Granny!Reader meet the kids?

Jack: She's known him for his entire life, because she's his babysitter! When he was younger, and his mom needed to go to work, Granny!Reader always always offered to babysit Jack for June. She knew the struggles June was going through, and wanted to at least help elevate that pressure from her shoulders. After all, she sees June as a daughter.

Jack absolutely LOVED when she came over when he was young, as she would always bring him sweets to eat, games to play, and fun ideas!

To this day, he still calls her Granny (Y/N), and he visits her semi-weekly.

“Alright Jackie, what would you like to do today?” (Y/N) asked the energetic 8 year old boy before her. He surveyed and touched all the gadgets and trinkets she brought to the house with curious eyes, eyes that sparkled with absolute delight when the realization of another fun day awaits them.

The boy thought about her question, stopping his eager searching, to ponder it over. What would he like to do today? Hmm, a hard question to answer.. Until the perfect idea hit him!

“Can we play that one game, Granny (Y/N)?”

“Which game would that be, my dear?” She knew which one he was talking about. Jackie always seemed to gravitate towards this one game specifically whenever she was over. The corners of her mouth curled up when the young boy began jumping in place, she could practically feel the excitement radiating off of him.

“CAMOUFLAGE!!!”

Ah, yes. Hiding in plain sight. She couldn’t help the big smile that spread across her face, picking up the ball of energy. He screeched in delight, squirming to try and get out of her hold as he laughed. 

“Then Camouflage it is!” 

Miko: She met Miko when she came to their school library to do a book talk for the English classes, to talk about why it is important to read and books that she would recommend. When she was finished, she asked if anyone had any questions.

Miko raised her hand.

“I have a question.”

“What is your question, dear?”

“What if I don’t like to read? Am I going to be forced to read?”

(Y/N) mulled over her question, before a smile stretched on her face. “You won’t be forced to read...but there is another way.” She holds eye-contact with Miko, the next words flowing out of her mouth smoothly.

“Comic books.” The students before her stared at her in silence, mostly. Some of them burst out laughing. But Miko was interested in what else the old woman had to say now, body language speaking intrigue and curiosity.

(Y/N) puts her hands up to silence the students, “Now I know that it sounds ridiculous. Many had had the same reaction! But there are studies to back this statement up." She pauses, seeing if she has their attention, "Dr. Laura Jiménez of Boston University, and her team, have conducted research on those who read comic books and regular books.”

She begins to walk around the room, breaking eye-contact with Miko as she looks around the room. “They found that those who struggle to read regular books have no problem reading comic books, providing another entry point for those who have a hard time reading.” She spreads her arms, her smile growing bigger as she watches the students' faces turn into curiosity, “Another study by the California State University of Northridge, found that language used in comics is far more advanced than the vocabulary and communication of college graduates.”  

She held up her finger, “AND, comics use twice as many rare and difficult words!"She makes eye-contact with Miko once more. “What is your name, young lady?”

“Miko.”

“Does this answer your question?”

She nods, (Y/N) gives her a warm smile and a nod, “Thank you for asking that question.” She survey’s the rest of the students, “Any more questions?”

Raf: He frequently visits the library! Mainly to study in peace or as an escape.

"Ah, I was wondering when you were going to come by, Rafael." Glee was very prominent in (Y/N)'s voice, as said boy was approaching the circulation desk. Rafael’s head barely reached the top, so he had to stand up on the tips of his toes to make eye-contact with her.

“Hi, Ms. (Y/N)! I was playing with my new remote-control car!” He shows her said car, holding it above his head, “Though it’s a little slow for my liking, I’m thinking about adding a few additions when I get home!” Gently pushing it into his backpack, zipping it closed swiftly before peaking over the desk once more.

“Well, I’m glad you are enjoying your new toy. What can I help with today?” 

Rafael pushes his glasses up, a large grin overcoming his face, “I need some books about physics and robotics, please.”

(Y/N) shares his contagious smile, plucking some books off the nearby cart. “Coming up!”

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Autobots coming up next!

[autonomousroboticorganism]

period madness (TF Prime)

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

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

warnings - none

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

OPTIMUS PRIME - cramps

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

"Are you okay, (Name)?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BUMBLEBEE - emotional

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

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

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

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

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

"She's been emotional all day."

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

"Ice cream? That sounds great!"

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

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

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

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

SMOKESCREEN - cravings

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

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

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

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

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

"Ohhhh..."

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

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

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

"Sorry," his faceplates burned in embarrassment.

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

KNOCK OUT - body pain

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

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

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

"Mhm, just really sore."

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

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

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

"Pick me up?" You suggested.

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

"Maybe also poke me in the head?"

"What?! I could kill you!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Now just hold me."

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

SOUNDWAVE - nausea

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHOCKWAVE - bodily insecurity/bloating

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

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

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

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

"..."

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

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

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

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

"You're just saying that!"

"Have you ever known me to lie?"

"No..."

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

That was...oddly comforting.

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

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

WHEELJACK - anger/frustration

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Go away!"

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

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

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

"...Fine."

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

[stareiiez]

soundwave and recording your intimate moments with him. he usually records without your permission, there's no way to properly word it to a human being on why he wants to stroke his prick to videos and images of you being used like a wet hole for him. he doesn't tell you about the amount of angles and positions he's forced you in, in the past; just so the camera could pick up every fucking second of you getting split open and cumming every time.

the videos he watches are viewed quite often. with megatron manipulating optimus, or orion as he's forced to acknowledge him as, and starscream no longer around to try and order him around. he's got more than enough time to get off on the home made videos of you two.

the sounds of your moans and the back of your thighs smacking against the lubricated pelvis of the deception's echos in the shadows of his room. it almost gets drowned out by the noises of his palm running over his own exposed spike, his screen illuminated in the orgasmic look on your face when you're about to cum. his tempo barely matches his own in the video, he's teasing himself. letting the video reloop back to the beginning when he first started to slide your juicy pussy over the first inch of his spike.

to say how long he stood there, going through every video and piece of media he had of you. trying to chase a high that only you could give to satisfy him, would be rather embarrassing.

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

Lmao-

Imagine Soundwave's human... friend/maybe more, running up to him and making rather frantic grabby hands, making it clear they want to be picked up

He does so

And then Airachnid rounds the corner, quite obviously she was chasing after them

He understands the urgency of the uppies now

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I love human uppies in Transformers fics. Like girl I wish that was me so bad!

I can also imagine TFP Soundwave being extra indulgent to his human. Just say the word and he’ll do whatever for you. You kind of have him wrapped around your finger. I mean you’re just so small and cute he can’t help it!

Soundwave is just chilling at his panel when the pitter patter of human steps against the metal of the Nemesis catches his attention. You stop in front of him and start hopping with your arms in the air making grabby motions around him. A little heart appears on his visor before one of his tendrils lifts you up by the back of your shirt and onto his shoulder plating.

He could feel your little body shiver. Were you cold? Scared? Scared of him?

Then the clacking of eight pedes puts him on high alert.

“I see the human got to you before I got to them,” Airachnid said with a coy grin on her faceplate. Soundwave only bared her a glance over your small body clinging against his shoulder. “No matter,” she purred. “We’ll continue our game another time, isn’t that right my little fleshy?” There was poison and promise of violence dripping behind her words. Airachnid casually made her exit as if she had been discussing Cybertronian sports with Soundwave instead of threatening his beloved human.

You curled against him with a fierce grip on his plating. Soundwave patted you with one of his tendrils trying to soothe the fear you were exuding. It seems that he would have to keep a closer optic on your whereabouts. It was unacceptable to him that the optics and audials of the Nemesis could even let something like this happen. How could he have been so sloppy?

[cyberrose2001]

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

TFP Optimus x human!Reader x Ratchet

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

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

Word count: 2,186

18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[transformers-spike]

Knockout apparently has watched/watches human horror movies so imagine him watching the movie Alien when megatrons wife is heavily pregnant, now the guy is having nightmares of a xenomorph bursting outta that swollen belly

Wakes up in the middle of the night wide eyed and pale, climbs into a confused Breakdown’s arms and in the most serious, fear stricken tone just whispers “I hate this fucking planet Breakdown..”

This would totally happen omg

Breakdown is too tired to process everything, so he just grunts and cuddles Knock Out because he clearly needs it

He'll listen to him rant the morning after, but for now just wants to feel okay. No one understands his torment. He hates humans so fucking much, he's traumatized for life

[bones4thecats]

❥· Soulmates, Predaking × Predacon! S/O

Characters: Grimlock (🦖) and Predaking (🐉) A/N: Quick and (hopefully) sweet. Hope you guys enjoy! ✎ Summary: After arriving on Earth with Predaking and Ultra Magnus, you and the King of Predacons bond with the Dinobot and teach him the ways of living as a fighting machine. Or... you try to at least...

Prompt: Grimlock’s mentors being Predaking and Predacon! Reader

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🐉 Years ago, you were brought back to life by Shockwave. You served Lord Megatron without any worries about him betraying you; he had stated that the Autobots were the evil ones, that only cemented your beliefs when your future fellow Predacons were destroyed.

🐉 When Ratchet told you and Predaking everything, shock overtook you. You didn't want to believe it. You put all your loyalty into Megatron, only for him to be a backstabbing hunk of scrap!

🐉 Loyalty was worked to be earned after that, and Predaking, along with Bulkhead, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Optimus Prime, and Bumblebee, earned that whole-sparked with you. You would go to the ends of the universe for them.

🦖 Now, looking at the T-Rex Dinobot in front of you, a smile overtook your face. He was just as amazing as they were back then; Bumblebee taught him right. "Now, then you do this!" Predaking said.

🦖🐉 Predaking raised his leg, kicking the car that was hanging above thanks to the help of Sideswipe. The sounds of the car smashing and slamming into a nearby hill made everyone flinch, everyone except for the three animal-transformers there.

🦖🐉 "Awesome!" Grimlock cheered. He then tried doing the same, only to fall onto his back. You saw how Predaking stared with a cocked eyebrow, you just giggled and helped the mech up from the ground. He thanked you and stood up, now back into his bi-pedal mode.

🦖🐉 "You made a good attempt, Grim'." You said. Predaking nodded stiffly behind you and smirked, "You'd make a fine ally for the growing Predacon race."

🦖🐉 "You really think so?!" Grimlock ecstatically shouted. You smiled and nodded with your sparkmate. All of a sudden, another shout came from behind you. There, standing in all his glory, was Ultra Magnus. He looked at you both and waved for you to come to him.

🐉 "Looks like our stay is over." You said, elbowing Predaking as he scoffed. "Why we listen to him is beyond my recognition."

🐉 "Because, dearest, he is allowing us to have a portion of a Cybertron-owned planet. Wouldn't it be nice to have a home of the rest of our race? Shockwave did say he was finding more remains~"

🐉 "I... suppose so."

🦖 "Good. Now," you began. Looking at your student, you wrapped your peryton alt-mode's wings around his upper body. His optics lit up and he hugged back, making you laugh at his innocence. He may have once been a Decepticon, but he was nothing like one.

🦖🐉 You then pulled away and saw that Predaking had also become his alt-mode, his being a dragon. "Good luck on your journey, Grim'!"

🐉 Transforming and flying in the air alongside the King of the Predacons, you waved goodbye to everyone. Ultra Magnus just rolled his optics and walked through the groundbridge, a smirk appearing on his face as you danced around with one another.

🐉 'Unlikely soulmates' as humans would say.

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[fanged-fanfics]

Can I request headcannons for TFP dealing with a reader that has to hug something to fall asleep?

☆ To Have and To Hold — Transformers Prime x GN Reader ☆

Genre: Fluff || they/them pronouns for reader || No warnings needed

A/N: Characters included; Optimus, Ratchet, Wheeljack, Megatron, Soundwave, and Starscream

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Optimus Prime

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He does his best to keep comfort items around for you that you could use if you have any, which includes anything he thinks looks soft enough for you to hold

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He monitors how you act after sleeping to gage if you've rested well or not, and adjusting the items he has for you accordingly

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Offering himself might be a sort of last resort for if you really don't have anything, but he'll state clearly that he doesn't mind if it's for your wellbeing

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pretty stationary while recharging, he's easy to hold onto since he doesn't tend to move much and there's little risk of him squishing you

Ratchet

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's seen similar behavior out of bots he's met before, so he's not unfamiliar to the idea. He'll offer old comfort items he has lying around from those types of patients for you to use

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's protective of the items when you aren't around, making sure no one messes with them and they're always clean and ready to hold when you need to rest

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Like Optimus, he'd offer his presence as a sort of last resort, though he'll try to hold out as much as possible since he figures sharing a berth with him wouldn't be very comfortable for you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He recharges on his side, one arm wrapped around you to make sure you're in no danger of falling off or getting too close to his frame while you're sleeping

Wheeljack

ᯓᡣ𐭩 His first suggestion would honestly likely be to build you something you could hold onto, but like always it tends to fall through when he tries

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He offers his assistance right after, noting that he's basically the cuddliest you could get from the Autobots (in his opinion anyways)

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The one problem is he moves around quite a bit as he recharges, shifting around to keep comfortable. He makes sure to stay still if he feels you snuggled up to him

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He falls into regular routine rather quickly, remaking that it's the best recharging he's had in quite a while

Megatron

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He doesn't understand your insistence, but whatever helps you be ready in the morning to do your job doesn't bother him, so long as you're not disrupting anything

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He's tried once or twice to hint at different approaches you could take when losing your usual items interfere with training, but he quickly learns it's in one audial and out the other

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unable to handle seeing you so downtrodden, he suggests that he has a solution for you, and you wait until that following night for him to arrive

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To your surprise, he invites himself in, telling you his plan of being your new item to hold. Only after you agree does he climb into the berth, huffing as he holds you to his chassis

Starscream

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He found out your sleeping preferences by accident, and of course you were worried that he was going to be his usual sly self and use it against you

ᯓᡣ𐭩 After days of silence and no glares and whispers being thrown in your direction (well, no more than usual), you got a little confused

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The next time you two met, Starscream was who approached you. He admitted that he was having trouble recharging, hiding his suggestion for you two to share a berth under claims of it being 'practical'

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You finally interrupted his rambling, accepting his idea. Though he was a little awkward about it at first, he recharged better than he had in months in your arms

Soundwave

ᯓᡣ𐭩 As expected, he doesn't comment on it much. He'll hand you a comfort object if you misplace yours, and keeps the ones you have under his watch to ensure their safety

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You actually end up falling asleep on him one night, clinging to his form having lulled you to sleep, and Soundwave remained unmoving

ᯓᡣ𐭩 You tried ti apologize the next day, but Soundwave didn't seem bothered in the slightest. From then on, whenever he'd see you were tired, he'd offer himself for you to lie on

ᯓᡣ𐭩 He puts aside the annoyance in his processor whenever hearing other Decepticons comment on it, instead focusing on your form against his to keep calm

[3ic95id864pg]

TF Oc Sera [This artwork was created by the artist @cupigthebread on Tumblr]

[smallestapplin]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ratchet gets too flustered for this.

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

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

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

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(Bonus round!)

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

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

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

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

[rainydaydreamsideblog]

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

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

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

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

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

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

[autonomousroboticorganism]

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

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

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

warnings - none

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

OPTIMUS PRIME - broken arm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

BUMBLEBEE - sprained ankle

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

"Uh...(Name)?"

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

"What happened?"

"Nothing?" You tried with a nervous smile.

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

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

"Do you plan to tell Bee?"

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

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

"Raf!" You protested.

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

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

Your jaw dropped, "How did you-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

He beeped, try me.

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

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

SMOKESCREEN - torn hamstring

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

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

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

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

"Like what?"

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

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

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

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

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

"What?!"

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

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

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

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

"Oh no, I'll carry you."

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

"You're not going."

"For weeks?"

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

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

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

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

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

KNOCK OUT - torn MCL (a knee ligament)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Uh..."

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

"What?!"

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

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

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

"...Fine, Doc Knock."

"Don't call me that!"

WHEELJACK - shin splints

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You got it."

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

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

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

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

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

SOUNDWAVE - concussion

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

SHOCKWAVE - broken nose

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

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

"(Name), is everything alright?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Thank you," you responded quietly.

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

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

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

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Mini!Ratchet sitting on your lap to type since it's “a suitable seat” for him to work at. (Dude's too tsundere to say that he just wants to be near you 24/7 and you should never leave his side-)

But your legs get sore, and you switch yourself for a pillow, though it still upsets him, saying the workflow was ruined.

“Just need a stretch."

Moving your legs to rid the numb feeling, you decide to decide a snack is in order, heading to your bag.

As hard as Ratchet tries, he just can't get back to work! The pillow is NOT the same as your soft lap!

So once you grab what you needed, he'll point to the chair, and it brings a chuckle out of you. Once you're back where you belong, by HIS side, he gets back to work, albeit a bit of mumbling here and there.

A few quick kiss on his helm here and there gets him quiet, though.

[dinoformer]

Honey Glazed Donuts.

A Valentine's Day proposal

-✿-✿-✿-✿-

Is almost February 14.

Bumblebee and his sparkmate- another youngling cybertronian with a vehicle mode of a pink beetle- were doing something weird.

Arcee, Bulkhead and the kids are currently standing outside of the base watching Bumblebee place flowers on top of the pink beetle.

"What is Bee doing?" Jack asked as they watched him arranging the flower like a crown.

"Is this some kind of mating ritual?" Miko said when Bumblebee transformed and started doing donuts around his significant other. "You know...like when birds dance."

"I explained Valentine's Day to him yesterday" said Raf.

"So, he is asking her on a date?" Arcee was not amused with their shenanigans, at this point it was a daily occurrence.

Soon enough both young bots were making donuts together.

"I guess she said yes" said Bulkhead watching them drive around happily.

At least someone was able to find happiness amidst the war.

-✿-✿-✿-✿-

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Either TFP Optimus or TFA Megatron getting jealous ❤️

I TRIED DOING TFA MEGATRON AWELL BUT FOR SOME REASON IT JUST DIDNT SEEM GOOD ENOUGH SO I DIDNT ADD HIM BUT ONCE I GET IT RIGHT ILL POST IT ❤️

TFP OPTIMUS PRIME X FEM! READER

The Autobot base buzzed with activity as you engaged in a friendly conversation with Smokescreen, a fellow autobot and loyal friend. Optimus observed from a distance, his optics narrowing as he noticed the subtle way Smokescreen's laughter drew out your radiant smile.

Feeling a pang in his spark, Optimus couldn't help but be troubled. His thoughts spun with doubts and fears, wondering if he truly deserved your loyalty and attention. Moments like these revealed the vulnerability lurking beneath his stoic facade.

As Smokescreen leaned closer, his playful banter gaining momentum, Optimus felt a surge of possessiveness. Unable to bear the sight any longer, he strode purposefully towards you, his presence commanding attention.

"Excuse me," Optimus interjected, his deep voice cutting through the conversation. Smokescreen turned, slightly taken aback by the sudden interruption. Optimus held himself with an air of authority as he continued, his voice tinged with an unfamiliar edge of determination, "I require your assistance, [Reader], in a matter of utmost importance."

Your attention swiftly shifted from Smokescreen to Optimus, your eyes widening in surprise. Sensing the intensity of the moment, Smokescreen respectfully excused himself, allowing you and Optimus to converse privately.

Once alone, Optimus struggled to find the right words. His gaze averted, his voice carried a hint of vulnerability as he spoke, "I must admit, [Reader], witnessing the camaraderie between you and Smokescreen has brought forth unexpected emotions within me. Jealousy, I believe it is called."

You met his optics with empathy, understanding the turmoil he faced. Placing a gentle hand on his metallic forearm, you reassured him, "Optimus, our bond is forged on trust and understanding. While friendships may blossom, my loyalty and devotion to you as my leader and partner remain steadfast."

Optimus Prime's optics flickered, a mixture of relief and adoration illuminating his faceplate. He inched closer, his voice laden with sincerity, "Your words are a balm to my troubled spark, [Reader]. I am grateful for your unwavering support and the strength of our connection."

As you and Optimus stood there, the tension between you dissipated, replaced by an unbreakable bond fortified by the tumultuous currents of jealousy. In that moment, you both understood that the path you walked together was marked by challenges and tests, but your devotion to one another would always prevail.

With newfound reassurance, Optimus Prime straightened, his presence exuding confidence once more. Together, you resumed your duties, standing side by side, ready to face any threat that may arise. The jealousy that once clouded Optimus's spark had transformed into a renewed commitment to protect and cherish the special bond you shared.

And so, as the Autobot base hummed with activity, the legendary leader and his devoted human ally continued their mission, united in purpose and strengthened by the unyielding love that bound them.

LMK IF I MADE ANY MISTAKES