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May we have TF Prime Knockout or TF Prime Bulkhead with a human reader who's trying to get their driver's license?

Knockout X Reader

“I assume you know what you’re doing, doll.”

The slightly hissy, aristocratic voice crackled through the radio as I adjusted the steering wheel, weaving gently through the safety cones I’d arranged in an abandoned parking lot. The makeshift driving test area wasn’t ideal, but it worked—and it felt far better than the pressure of the official test looming over me.

I chuckled, amused by the grumpy red bot who had begrudgingly agreed to this little experiment. “Relax, Knockout. I know what I’m doing. Just sit tight and let me handle it.”

He let out a low, dramatic groan, the kind that only Knockout could muster. Letting me, a human, behind the wheel of his pristine alt-mode was already a miracle. But offering himself as my demo car instead of me renting some plain sedan? That was huge. I might’ve actually teared up when he’d first agreed, if it weren’t for his habitually cranky attitude.

“Watch the cones,” he snapped.

I was so focused on his voice that I barely noticed the steering wheel nudging gently under my hands. He’d taken back control just long enough to correct my trajectory and avoid a cone I’d nearly grazed.

I huffed, tightening my grip. “You’re too tense, you know that? It’s hard to drive when you’re this stiff.”

“You’re one to talk,” he drawled.

Without thinking, I started massaging the sleek black rim of the wheel with my thumbs. “There, better?”

The whole cabin vibrated in response as a low, unmistakable purr rumbled through his engine. “Careful, doll,” he said, his voice dropping into a teasing register. “You keep that up, and I might have to teach you a lesson far more… engaging than driving.”

Heat rushed to my cheeks, and I pulled my hands back, suppressing a laugh. “Save it, Romeo. My life depends on passing this test, so let’s keep things professional. For now.”

His engine let out an exaggerated groan, as if mocking my restraint. But to my surprise, he didn’t retort. Instead, he settled into an uncharacteristic patience as the hours passed. We practiced everything—from smooth turns to emergency braking—and he even gave me a crash course on a car’s essential parts.

Knockout, the self-proclaimed master of style and speed, was surprisingly good at teaching.

“It’s getting late, doll. We should stop for today,” he finally said, his tone softer now.

I sighed, stretching against the warmth of the leather seat. The sun was dipping below the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson. “Aw, I was just starting to have fun,” I teased, letting my fingers trail idly over the steering wheel.

“Yes, well, I’m glad one of us is enjoying this.”

I could hear the faint smirk in his voice, though, and I knew he was indulging me in his own way.

“One more lap?” I asked, hopeful.

He hesitated, his engine rumbling thoughtfully. “Fine. But if you scuff my paint, you’re paying for a full detail.”

“You’ve got a deal.”

As we rounded the lot one last time, a sudden screech echoed in the distance, followed by a sharp glint of headlights. I froze, heart pounding, as an unfamiliar car sped into the parking lot, its aggressive movements suggesting it wasn’t here for a friendly visit.

“Knockout?” I whispered.

His tone darkened instantly. “Stay calm, doll. Let me handle this.”

Before I could respond, the steering wheel jerked from my grip, and the entire car transformed beneath me. In the blink of an eye, I was no longer seated in a luxury vehicle but standing behind a towering, crimson-red mech. His glowing optics locked onto the intruder, a predatory grin spreading across his face.

“Looks like we’ve got company,” Knockout said, cracking his knuckles. “Stay back and let me show this amateur what real power looks like.”

The hostile car transformed as well, revealing a blocky, brutish Decepticon who sneered in Knockout’s direction. “Knockout,” the intruder growled. “Slumming it with humans now? Pathetic.”

Knockout’s engine roared to life, his frame bristling with irritation. “You’ll regret that tone, scrapheap.”

As the two bots clashed, I ducked behind a stack of old tires, heart racing but unable to tear my eyes away. Knockout moved with a grace and precision that felt almost choreographed, every strike a testament to his speed and finesse.

It wasn’t long before the intruder, battered and sparking, scrambled to retreat. Knockout watched him go, his smirk triumphant.

Once the parking lot fell silent again, he turned to me, brushing a speck of dust off his shoulder. “And that, doll, is why you don’t settle for second-rate.”

I stepped out from my hiding spot, trying to steady my breathing. “I—I guess you really are good for more than just driving lessons.”

“Naturally,” he replied, his tone smug but fond.

We drove home in comfortable silence, the tension of the encounter slowly fading. As I leaned back in the seat, exhaustion creeping in, I realized something: for all his snark and dramatics, Knockout cared in his own way. And maybe, just maybe, I’d be ready to ace that driving test after all—especially with him in my corner.

Or under me, technically.

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Hello hello!! Im really really looking for Jazz x reader fics at the moment, so please can we have some soft story with him? you can choose which Jazz you want! (I dont prefer bayverse but we cool!)

Also take care!! <3

Jazz X Gender Neutral! Reader

The humming melody of an engine fills the air with tranquility as I watch the passing luminous lights emitted by the city in the dimness of the night, a warm seat softly vibrating under me as if enveloping me to an embrace. I struggled to maintain my attention at the scene from the side window through heavy lidded eyes, my perception gradually blacking out as I surrender to the comfort of the void.

“Awe, don’t sleep on me now.” A teasing voice followed by a chuckle exited the car’s speakers. “I won’t. I was just thinking.” I denied groggily, a little flushed from almost falling asleep on the slightly too amused bot. “What are you thinking about?” Jazz’s tone shifted, still playful but laced with curiosity. I could almost feel the slight rumble of his engine matching the rhythm of his words.

I paused, biting my lip. "Ah you know, about everything.. and maybe about how far we’ve come.” The calming atmosphere surrounding me took me into thinking about matters involving these bots such as the one accompanying me here and now. “Can I ask you something, Jazz?”

The blue and white bot was always bursting with high spirits and effortlessly managing to fill any room he’s in with positive energy. As expected, he easily captured my full attention and despite being very alien, he had, over time, become intimately aware of my lifestyle without needing much guidance, as such, we had taken to regularly contacting and meeting whenever his duties allowed. During these encounters, I would inquisitively interview him about the Cybertronian world and its intricacies. He always answered my questions—though not without teasing me endlessly about my curiosity. However, I never had the opportunity to reveal to him the mysteries our own world harbors.

Jazz hummed. “Whatever keeps that frame of yours up and around.” I giggled lightly, his playful charm never failing to brighten the mood. “It’s nothing serious. Just… thinking about how different things would be if you hadn’t shown up in my life.”

His engine rumbled gently, almost as if in response to my words. “Yeah? You think I’ve made that much of a difference?” There was something deeper behind his tone now, a hint of genuine curiosity mixed with his usual easygoing manner.

I glanced out the window, the city lights blurring together in a soft haze as we cruised through the night. “You and your kind… you’ve made everything feel larger than life. Every day feels like there’s more to discover, more to understand. And yet, I’ve never really told you much about my world, have I?”

A brief silence followed, broken only by the rhythmic whir of the road beneath us. Jazz’s voice came through, softer this time. “Nah, you’ve been pretty tight-lipped about it. But that’s okay. I figure you’ll share when you’re ready.”

I bit my lip again, considering his words. He was right—I had always kept him in the dark about the intricacies of Earth, our struggles, our stories. Maybe it was because, deep down, I felt like our world was too small compared to his. But now, with him beside me, maybe it was time to change that.

“Well,” I began, heart racing a little, “maybe it’s time I start telling you some things. About us. About me.” Jazz’s engine purred, his curiosity palpable even through the subtle vibrations of the car. “I’m all ears.”

“There’s so much to say, every time we talk about your world, it seems like it’s not much different than ours in many aspects; in the way that your social and cultural structures variant.”  I had been staring at the view through the window while reflecting on our similarities. “Despite our differences in several other things, I feel more connected to you than I have with anyone else.” There was a moment of quietness inside the car. “Is that so, kiddo? Well, I can’t blame ya, I just got that knack of turning anything I touch into a fine thing.” A purring voice left the car’s cabin trembling slightly under me, my heart skipping for a second.

I chuckled, a little embarrassed but not surprised by the effect he had on me. “Yeah, I’ve noticed.” I replied, half-joking, but my voice was more serious than I intended.

Jazz’s engine purred again, almost like a quiet laugh. “Ain’t gotta be shy about it. We’ve been through a lot together, haven’t we?”

“Yeah, we have,” I said softly, the weight of those words sinking in. I leaned my head back against the seat, letting the soothing vibrations of the car lull me into a peaceful haze. “I guess I’ve just been afraid of saying too much. Of showing too much.” Jazz let out a low hum, almost as if he was mulling over my words. “You don’t have to worry about that with me, kiddo. You can lay it all out. I’m listening.”

I smiled to myself, comforted by his words. “Maybe that’s exactly what I needed to hear.”

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Transformers requests??? Yes boyyyyyyyyyyy

Could I get a Transformers One triangle between D-16 and Orion with a cybertronian reader who’s been with them through it all 🙏🙏

They’re struggling to choose who to side with cause while violence isn’t always the answer…. Sentinel definitely deserves it, but also (post everything going down) their friends have completely changed and they’re almost unrecognisable.

If you wanna play on possessiveness for D-16 as well cause they’re the only bot who understands what he’s going through and sees his reasoning.

And protectiveness for Orion cause this is his lov- friend, and he can’t let them go down the path D is going down cause he’ll lose another person.

Ending up to you though, I’ve just been desperate for some love triangle mess between my boys 🙏🙏

Orion Pax X Gender Neutral! Reader X D-16

I can't believe this, you're actually my first request ever! I genuinely hope that I did a decent job at this fic.. I hope you like it, enjoy :D !!

“You can’t walk away and act like nothing happened, D, you could’ve gotten us hurt, you could’ve gotten them hurt badly.”  The dazzling lights of the lively city in the darkness of Cybertron reflected on the blue helm of the gentle bot as he spoke in a worried tone, visibly on edge from having to save his most precious companions from getting caught by the guards.

“Just when I thought I could rely on you, you just had to screw it up.” A dangerously low mumble escaped the dermas of the furious bot, fiery orange optics darkening as vivid images of his once adored idol annihilating Cybertron’s glorious Primes. “What do-“ “I wish you could see like me, like them, Orion, but no, you still don’t get it.”

I knew that this would happen, I could see it a klik away, it was indeed inevitable. It correlates to mixing two significantly incompatible substances and anticipating a low-risk outcome. I happened to be the third, more counterbalanced substance in this demonstration.

I cautiously approached the taller bot from behind, the moment my servo touched him, a quiet stillness settled between us, the usual hum of his systems slowing as if my presence alone could calm the storm inside him.. I could feel his stiffened frame relaxing under my digits and his ex-vents releasing a kept huff.

“Don’t be so hard on him, D. You know he cares more than you’ll ever admit... maybe even more than I should.”  I whispered, close enough that only D could hear me, my optics have found themselves on Orion, who seemed to be watching me. D’s optics softening to a certain degree yet displaying a puzzled look, like an internal conflict occurring between seeking vengeance and lowering his defensive walls to his friends, and yet, in that single, silent moment, it was clear that beneath the fury was something raw, something almost vulnerable, and I couldn’t help but feel the weight of his trust in me.

“This doesn’t change anything. It doesn’t change our reality, everything I knew was a lie.”  Frustration boiling up once again at the core of his frame as he choked out the last part while balling his servos into a fist. “I should’ve known..”

I glanced back at Orion, his optics were looking at the distance, deep inside his thoughts. “Sentinel is indeed good at many things, deceiving Cybertron is certainly his leading trait” “If I could only get my fingers around his ventilation cables-“ Narrowed blue optics studying the facial plate of his furious friend as he spouts threats, guilt eating him up from letting his friend end up in this state.

“I’m sorry, D, but this is not a proper way to handle our situation.” Protesting firmly and holding his ground,Orion’s optics darted to the quiet bot before gazing back at D-16. “Can you blame him? Can you blame any of us for wanting to take matters into our own hands...? we can’t live like this for eternity, there are more of us than meets the eyes, right, Orion? You said that yourself.” Something glinted in D’s optics as he gawked at the third bot, a whirling sound leaving his vents, a tingling sensation enveloping his.. spark?

“We can seek justice, not destruction.” “I don’t want justice.” D gritted through his dentas.

“It’s a very violent path you’re choosing, my friend, and I cannot allow you to involve them in your reckless plans and risking their safety.” The air around them tightened, the silver bot’s flaming optics glaring right back at the calm, yet firm ones of Orion’s. “I would never let anything happen to them-“ he turned to me “-so long you stick to my side.” He stated quietly, seeming gentler when his attention was on me, and if I hadn’t been with him for so long, I wouldn’t have noticed that subtle pleading look on him, was he begging for me to stay? My spark pulsed irregularly under his gaze, and though I tried to stay calm, something in the way his optics darkened when he looked at me stirred feelings I hadn’t yet dared to name.

I felt a touch on my shoulder plate, it was firm, but there was a tenderness in the way his servo lingered, sending a warmth through my frame I hadn’t felt in cycles and turning me around. “This is bigger than any of us. I won’t force you to stay, but you must choose wisely.”  His unwavering, yet tender grip on me made me forget about my worries for a moment, looking deep into my eyes. “I promise to fix all of this.”  He comforted in a deep, rumbling voice.

“I know you will, Orion.” I gave him a fragile smile, placing my servo on top of his and giving a light squeeze. His unceasingly furrowed optical ridges' finally relaxed and softer by my touch.

“I can’t believe this, even you? You don’t get to do this to me!” A roaring voice came behind Orion, a wide-open hot optics staring right through me, “I trusted you! I trusted both of you!” He yells frantically while moving towards me and with each step his optics radiate an intense color.

“D.” A warning voice came from the figure in front of me, shielding me from the raging bot as he stomped towards us. “Don’t do something you’ll regret.” For a moment, I forgot about the two bots in front of me bickering and the tension rising severely, our memories together and the bond we shared had perhaps reached its peaking point.

I went around the protectiveness hold of Orion’s and stepped closer to the infuriated bot. “You’re right, D, but I also can’t watch you destroy yourself.”  The words hung in the air; D went silent momentarily while watching me with a puzzled look. “But Sentinel… he’s the one responsible for all of this. He deceived us all.” He said in confusion.

Orion, ever the calm figure, stepped forward. “And we will stop him. But not like this.” “Stopping him isn’t enough. I will kill him.” He growled; the tension reached its peak as D-16 stood daringly. “Then leave, for the sake of our memories that we’ve lived together.” Orion stated, but through the composure he carried, I could see sorrow in the electric blue optics of his. “I will never forget this.” D-16 hissed darkly before taking a good look at me until he turned to walk away, and for good.

“This is too much for me..” I murmured while absently looking at the ground. “It was prone to happen,” Orion was now facing me, his broader torso blocking the view of the retreating bot. Gentle blue servos, almost as big as my helm, cupping my face and rubbing it comfortably. “But it will be alright, because I’m going to be here for you through it all.”

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Requests are Open for Transformers!!

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[godimus]

Welcome to My Page!

Hello, I'm a female senior college student with an old passion for the Transformers franchise, and this is my very first writing blog, I accept X READER type of requests!

I can write for :

Transformers Prime

Transformers Earthspark

Transformers One

Rescue Bots

Bayverse Movies

Rise of the Beasts Movie

Bumblebee Movie

Transformers Skybound

Continuities that might be a bit difficult for me to write, either from not being too engaged into it, or having several characters that I'm not so familiar with :

IDW/MTMTE

Cyberverse

Transformers Robots in Disguise

General rules :

Nothing too complicated please, I don't have experience in writing, but I'll try my best.

Only write for female & gender neutral readers.

No smut & Yandere.

I can't really write for female characters :(

I prefer if the request was straightforward, has little mention or none to the story or plot.

Please specify if you want headcanons or a full fic.

And if you want a human or a Cybertronian reader.

Maximum 3 characters for headcanons.

Maximum 2 characters for fics.

*The default will be a full fic and a human reader if not mentioned in the request.

Again, I am a college student, some requests will take time, and English isn't my first language, I could only try as best as I can to come up with a decent content.

Please consider my rules before submitting a request!