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simpingforbots · 20 days ago

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I've looked a lot of transformers stories on internet and I noticed there's barely one with the maximals and I had a small story idea in mind but I wanted to ask first I you're doing Optimus primal (either beast wars or ROTB) x reader

sorry it took so long, i just had to find a right story and inspiration. hope it is what you want. heads up for part two in near future

Jungle & rocks

Peru – a wonderful place, famous for it’s mountains, rubbles of ancient cities and sunny day, mouth-watering cuisine and alpacas. Fucking alpacas- you wonna berry your face in their soft fur while squishing their little cute adorable faces and calling them cutest of name. You and your friend finally, after years of planning, managed to book holidays at the same time and fly to Peru during the perfect moment in year when there is less of tourist then usual, wanting to visit all the popular spots without crowd blocking the path. You enjoyed it, sharing this wonderful moments with your friends and more then happy to share a drink by the pool, while tanning and dipping in to clean chlorine water to cool off.

And now you were lost in this god damn jungle, swatting at mosquitos angrily biting at your skin, mentally cursing the repellent from working like any other snake oil, worrying about getting some kind of new desies, on top of die in the middle of now where. You looked up at the sky, squinting at the sun and thr sky. For a beautiful day like this with sunny sky, blue clear sky and nice warm weather with cold air to cool you off it ended up very bad for you. Lifting the phone, you paid to the entity of service for your phone to finally ping with your location on the map, which you knew in heart will not work. After tip-toeing on the mountain for sometime, you let a quite mumble of curses, shuffling a papper map and a compass, an old way that you tried to find your way home, slowly regretting never paying attention in the geography classes, choosing to spend them either chatting with friends about school drama or daydreaming about something stupid. You were following a guide, who did not speak English well and yet you still trusted him, happy to get to ride a white fur alpaca in to mountains. But you had to get off to get some rest in the shade, which that asshole used as a momentum to leave you behind, taking your money with him, propably not the first time he’s done it. Sighing heavily, you put the phone away and pushed the map in to the pocket along small compass, reaching for the bottle of watter, drinking now warm watter like crazy. Yes, the weather was nice, it still did not stopped you from warming up and sweating bullets. With another swear, you started climbing down, looking for some spot to rest and stay, knowing well more people are likely to get lost if they move to much. Your foot slid and you started tumbling down, swearing loud as a sailor, loosing footing and now rolling down, landing in the water of running river. Spiting the water, you let a grumble. Right, source of water, just what you need.

“Should we visit the old ruins in the jungle” you suggested over a glass of beer, cold and refreshing after a long day of sight seeing and shopping, enjoying meals and even managed to see some alpacas, petting them and squealing in joy at feeling of soft fur “I heard there is some old ones in there somewhere. An old lady told me there is a wonderful spot we can visit.”

“I am not to sure about it,” one of your friends nudged a plate of potatoes with meat on it, covered with gravy “I thingk we’ll have enough of sight seeing and more interested in just relaxing for now and enjoying last days of this wonderful trip with other kind of Sightseeing” she focused on a young man behind, smiling and biting the arms of her sunglasses. You only rolled your eyes, really not understanding the motive. Out of all of them you were the only single one and yet they were more then interested in chasing boys. You were a bit disgusted and more then one time contemplated to call their fiancés and spill the beans, but you kept quite. “But you free to go by your self” You only nodded quietly. You really want to see those ruins.

“You just had to go and see those..... ruins?” your frowned, staring at the to square of the block, covered by wines and moss, clary grown on the hand made structure. Slowly, you got up, feleing cold chill runinig up your spine and making you wish for the warmth imidealty. That are the ruins you wanted to see so much that it caused you to be left behind in a deadly forest with predators, who would put you in a black bag in seconds. What a lucky day “Fucking course. When I don’t want to see them - I find them” you mumble under your breath, walking towards the old building, left for nature to claim. The stones were still heavy and sturdy, your eyes wide at the shape, forgetting for a moment that you were lost. “Holly shit. Wow, this is amazing” your eyes jumoed all over able to see every thing that once used to serve a purpose, no serving a completely different surface. Pulling your phone, you started taking pictures, which sounded stupid now, but you needed to see silver lining in things. Walking aorund, you let your fingers run across the old stones, able to feel symbols cut on to the stone with precision, meant to last. Some of them you recognized, some did not, all capturing your imagination.

Another snap, thud and you turne clearly hearing something rushing towards you. From the shadows of trees something huge, dark and clearly dangerous was approaching quickly and you can feel fear pumping through you – a wild animal finally caught your scent and now was coming to kill you. You did not even had a second to react as with a roar something jumped in the air, landing in front of you with ground shaking. You screamed eyes wide at the sight of what you were seeing. A gorilla – hugest gorilla you’ve seen, black and .... shiny. You had no time to process what was it you seeing, runinig away from the wild animal, wanting to get as far away as possible. It roared behind you, catching up and jumping over you, blocking one of the paths you took. You turned, falling on your ass form how fast you change your direction and heavy backpack, scrambling to get up, only for two huge hands slam on both of your side. You screamed and covered your head. Right! You don’t know what to do in this situation....No wait you did! The old video you’ve seen not long ago after learning that gorilla pop like a bubble wrap, taught you one thing – no eye contact, so you kept your eyes closed, rolled up and just tried not anger what ever it was more.

“Who are you and Who send you!?” you let a scream out as a voice echoed around you, making you yell out even more. “Answere!”

“I am lost I am lost! I lost my way!!!” you yelled on top of your lungs, scared and just wanting to get this all to end. The preasure above you seemed to back up, with a strong gust moving your hair.

“Tourists...” the voice sounded angry at your presence here and even more disappointed. Like you wanted to be here. Well you did, you just wanted to see old cool rocks, not end up under a huge gorilla that speaks. Still curled up, you refused to get up until the thing was far away from you “Get up.”

Primal was not expecting a human to visit one of the old sites again, let alone without any bot following them, making him worry that something was not something he wanted to see. They could be some spy for someone he really did not wanted finding them. Reaching towards, he scared the human to start runinig away, screaming their lungs out and clearly terrified out of their mind. Quickly catching them up, he roared a final warning, with them practically sliding towards him after falling on their ass. They finally quieted down, rolling in to fetal position and closing their eyes. Yeah, no, this is clearly not some spy, but still he needs to know, he lost Razerclaw because of human’s curiosity, he lost the key and now had no idea where, when and how Unicorns will attack again, because evil like this do not rest, even if on brink of death from hunger.

“wh-what?” you opened one of your eyes, staring at the gorilla slowly backing away, moving his metal limbs. Why does it has metal, why is it made out of metal? Slowly getting up, you still averted meeting eyes with the strange creature, to scared for your life. Your heart pounded in your heart like crazy and every thign swam in front of your eyes, head getting light and you felt like floating. “Wha?”

“Hey you... Oh NO no no no don’t!”

“Who are you and WHO send you!?”

“I am lost I am lost!” the human screamed, rolling even deeper in to the ball, cowering. Right. Tourists. Letting and angry snort, he backed up letting them relax. Good thing no one else on his team followed him, so he can deal quicker. Plus, he just need to make sure you don’t take any pictures or start a rumour that will get more people here.

“Tourists. Get up” he grumble at them, watching them move slowly, eyeing him, mumbling something ”Hey you-“ wait this is all too familiar, the first human he’ve seen ever acted the same. “No no no, don’t!” but before he can do anything to keep them awake, they fall in to thankfully very shallow water “OH for Primus sake!!!” slowly walking over, he poked the human a few times, making sure they were at least breathing. Yep they are alive, but he really just can’t carry them in to the city without being seen. How would people react to a gorilla carrying a human, or threat of being captured by many other surveillance cameras planted around town. He will have to make sure this one wakes up and soon. Gathering some water in palm, he splashed human to wake them up. Nope, still out cold. Letting and angry grunt, Primal slowly scooped them up, turning to face the right direction to had back.

#transformers rotb #transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #optimus primal #writitng

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simpingforbots · 20 days ago

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Pretty car – part 3

How did you get here? You don’t wonna thingk of it, barely managing to avoid a heavy foot of blue bot as you almost crawled out of the hiding, clasping a hand over your mouth. Every thing swam in front of your eyes, brain scrambling to gather any information to make every thing to make sense. For now though you need to find a new place to hide in. Poking your head, and feeling heavy stomps, you glance arund, making sure non saw you and ran for and old building, hiding behind half finished wall just in time for another set’s of heavy footsteps started shaking the ground and you had to literally press your self in to wall with red light shining though doorway and can see a set of black claws wrap around the door.

“Come one, little Fan. Come one OUT~” a familiar voice called as the light shifted, then the light slowly faded, the claws disappearing with the ground shaking in repetitive motion.

Breakdown grumble in anger as Knockout roped him ion to this stupid game. What is the point of chasing a small organick if not to kill them, but no! Knockout wanted this to be something else. Shifting in the asphalt, Brekadown rolled around the small town, looking for the playground – a spot away from humans eye and ears, a secluded spot with also a lot of spot for a human to try and hide, yet will be useless as both con’s will know every location. The time seemed to stretch when he finally found a right spot – an old building site, left to rot for what ever reason, with barrels, big concrete tubes, small old building and so many other small spot for human to cram them self in attempt to feel safe. Of course he need to make sure certain spot were “out of commission” transforming his hand in to hammer and stumbling over to an old construction building made out of metal storage box, raring back and slamming his hammer on it, metal creaking and bending under the preasure, destroying the “safe” spot and making less spots for human to hide. After a few more hit, he was sure no human will be able to cram them self in, putting the hammer away and looking around, proud of his little work. Alright the play “pen” is set up: there is only a few spot human can hide, the old barb wire fence is high and loud enough to get attention in case human tryes to climb, the only entrance will be blocked as soon as Knockout will arrive and any other ways of exit were blocked already. Reaching for his helm, he tapped on the commlink, reaching for Knockout.

“Knockout, I found the spot, sending coordinates to you right now”

“Perfect. Will be right there.” The voice of con came though and he can swear he can hear something in background. What is it with him obsessing over such small organick, that is useless and weak, he has no idea, but who he is to say not to medic an a little bit of fun. Putting his hand down, bot looked around, making sure last of things were correct and wondered of to the far back, to make sure exsist were still sealed while waiting for his partner. The pile of building material laid high and steep for human to scale quickly and safely without dropping something and killing them self in the moment of panic scramble for escape. Proud that it was dangerous to try and run from, Breakdown heard the familiar engine, turning around to see headlight shining their way through, followed by Knockouts familiar red alt mode. Not even a second later the door swung open and a small human fem ran out, stumbling and falling right on their face, making him laugh.

“Oh, running already? I didn’t even explained the rules” Knockout called out with a chuckled, letting the small life run away from him, them disappearing behind the building. “Alright then. So you want a game to start this early~ sure.”

You just set quietly, looking aorund, trying to see some kind of momentum that you can run out of the car, but the doors were locked and the belt wrapped around you pressed uncomfortably tight in to your body, restricting any movement and any attempt to run. You gave up on taking it off as it refused to get out of the lock at all, making you questiong just what is going on here. The fear still had it grip on you and your heart, refusing to give you up and you just tried to think if the way out. It was clear you were being taken to second location with another person waititng there, clearly a bad outcome of this whole situation. Will they kill you for daring to get close to what ever was going on, or just for fun? Clump of something bitter clumped your throat one more time and you chocked on it, breathing rabbit and trying not to cry again while gathering words in your mind.

“Please.. let me go” you bleat out though new forming tears “I am sorry, please let me go! I won’t say a thing to anyone”

“I did say I am not going to hurt you, right?” Knockout voice came though radio, sounding a bit more annoyed with your constant demand for freedom. Well who can you blame – any one would be crying and begging in such situation. If you could you would attack driver, ready to use your teeth and nails just to get your freedome back, but there was no body. “so please stop screaming, we are almost there”

“W-what do you want from me?”

“WE just gonna play a Game” Knockout explained, with you noticing how far he has taken you. The streets packed with homes grew thinner, less buildings and humans you can try to cry out to, clearly being taken out of bounds of safety of human society. “NO harm no foul in a little game, right? What do you think?”

“Please.... I” you had no idea what else to say, just quieting down now. The car finally pulled up to and old construction site, with few signs with name of compony being ripped of completely or hanging on last strings, swaying lazily in the wind. Inside the site it seemd quite, no light or anything at all, only old rusted steel beams left behind of what you can assume was some kind of huge building, left to rot when finance ran out. You stifled your self, eyes darting around looking for another car or human, anything that called Knockout a moment ago. Coming to a slow halt, you felt the belt come undone and hear the door lock. THERE! Your only chance to run. Immideatly unbuckling, you through the door open, scrambling out and runinig away from the car. It did not took you a second to stumble over something and hit the ground hard, loosing orientation for a moment while Knockout made fun of you from a far. You just did not care, you wanted to get home. The air filled with a strange noise, sounding like metal clashing with metal, pumping you and your fear. With another taunt behind, you ran for the cover, running behind huge rubble of construction equipment. You looked aorund, trying to find small enough spot and then crammed your self in between two boxes, far enough so that no one will be able to reach, but also enough space that you can see what was going on. It did not took even a second for something huge to walk by you so slowly and non chalant, it made you almost yell, slapping a hand over your mouth.

It was a huge robot, with what you imidealty recognize was Knockouts car parts – the familiar car door with unmistakable lines of white, the golden rims on the tieres and so much more. You had to blink a few times, trying to get what was going on.

“Come out come out, where ever you are Little Fan~” a familiar voice came from that thing as it called out to you and you lost touch with reality. No, this can’t be right. The only one who called you like that was Knockout, but then you did just drove, no, kidnaped here by a driverless car, so was it that – a car that can magically turn in to a robot. You just stared at the bot, who walked past by, still calling out to you, time to time looking somewhere. You are not staying to see how it ends. After making sure coast was clear you ran out, looking for the way out, but also trying to stay low. Keeping to the building material, you quickly made your way to the entrance, only to freeze in your track. It was blocked by two huge old metal containers, crashed on top of each other, acting as barricade. You stared at it in shock, scaning for something to climb but the broken glas and sharp edges of the metal really made it hard for you.

“Going some where human?” Shit! You spun around, now starring at a new bot – huge, blue, bulky and more scary looking. His yellow eyes narrowed and he started walking towards you. Nope not staying around. You ran to the right, as fast as you can, diving in between to huge things you did not care to identify, using them to get more space and ran for cover.

Brekadown let a soft chuckle as you hid again, but there was nothing that you can’t break to get small squishy out at all. Hearing footsteps, bigger then humans, he turned to see Knockout, walking slowly over with a smile.

“She tried the main entrance?” he asked, placing a servo on his hip while glancing to the side, able to see last glimps of a human, lifitnig his other servo and taunted them “You can hide! But you can’t run forever, Little Fan!”

“Little Fan?” coking his eyebrow, Breakdown glanced at his partner with a bit of disguast. He already gave them a name to this little thing? Was he serious about keeping this one as a pet? “You gross.”

“They are fun” Red bot rolled his eyes, chuckling a bit with pride “They are fun to play with and clearly have a good tatse. And they are a little fan of mine.”

“Sure, what ever” breakdown rolled his eyes and walked away, on his path to finish this game quickly and just get with this over.

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There was far to many few close calls now and you can feel energy leaving you, adrenaline finally seeping out of you and fear no longer keeping you awake. How long can a human be pushed by fear like this you have no idea but you can tell you Are being worn out. You sighed heavily, breathing heavily, keeping eye on the entrance of the huge concrete tube, nestle behind others, it’s walls covered in moss and grafity. It was not the best hiding spot by so far it kept you hidden and safe. You learned their tactic by now and now were even using your own. Red one was loud and constantly calling you out, looking in all hiding spots, almost catching you the most out of them both, barely managing to avoid death grasp of his claws, hell, you even got scratched one time, a little bit of blood, now dried, clung to your skin and clothes. Then there is blue one – literal tank and breaking any obstacles you managed to wedged your self in, like a crow breaking a shell just to get to a snail. You sighed again, letting a long exhale, eyes darting up, to tiered to do anything but wedge your self deeper in to broken structure, able to feel heavy stomps, hear their faint mechanical whirring and idle catcalling.

“Little Fan! Time to give up. I know where you hide” you gripped on your shirt. The one with Knockout voice was constantly circling this particular spot often now, going and coming back, propably waiting for you to get out just to swoop in and kill. You don’t want to die, not today. “Come out come out, little one, fun’s over.” A clang on the metal claws made you heart dop and able to see sharp edges of them slowly, one by one pop in to view made you clasp a hand over your mouth, praying that the huge robot-car did not hear it. For a second every thing plunged in to silence, only disturbed by hushed breathing that you swore echoed. The claws shifted on the edge concretes, metal singing just a bit with a rhythmic tap when fingers were lifted and raised again, tapping on surface with arrogance of someone who was tiered of waititng. No. Not today. Slowly as you could, you started shifting toward the end, away from claws, hopping that maybe you can make a mad dash for another hiding spot, even if your legs felt like jelly by now.

“Found you” a clawed metal hand reched thought he same hole you wanted to dash out, scaring you in letting a yelp. The movement was to quick and even if you started crawling away from the hand like a toddler, you were slow and to tiered to even do much but do your best to push on fingers that wrapped around your back, slowly and methodically pulling you out, still toying. You gripped on edged of the tube with your hands, easily loosing in a small tug war and were brought in to light. The pale face stared at you with a glee, a smile stretched on the metal lips, red eyes floating in pool of black, completely focused on you. If you were not so scared or in this situation you would say the bot look very very pretty “There you are, little fan~”

Of course Knockout knew where you were hiding, growing sloppy with every minuet ticking by, growing slower and hence he cam see ever time you change your position. He chuckled to him self every time you stumbled in to new hiding spot, purposely walking close by and not checking, making sure you can be as scared as you could, wearing your little body down. Out of all the humans he played with, you really lasted the longest, stretching the play. He can her Breakdown getting angry in background with every time you managed to run by him, avoididng clasp and escaping every time he broke their little hide out. So when you finally hid in one spot for to long, he knew it was about to finish the game. Walking over to the piles of concrete tube for the last time, purposely making his presence known, even if he could hide it, he knelt right by the side, sure to black one exit and another with his presence alone, slowly putting his servo on the big hole on the side, putting one digit after another, able to hear a fain gasp that quickly was muffle, shuffle and stifled breath. They knew that he knows they are here, that the game came to a close, but still did their best to try and escape. Chuckling, he taunted them, ready to catch the moment they make made dash for escape, listening closely. And they did. The shuffle of the fabric against rough surface imidealty alerted him that they were going for another end, just as he wante them. Moving swiftly and quickly her leaned to the other side, reaching in. A yelp echoed around and a feeing of something squishy yet firm formed aorund his digits as he clasped aorund the body. The fight for freedom started immideatly, a week push on his digits, whimpers and even when he pulled them, Little fan made their best to try and hold on onto the only safe spot they’ve found so far, not yet destroyed by his partner. Bringing him to his face, he gloated in the fear and misery they radiated.

“Well, must say this was a fun game, hm?” he chuckled at the small hands pressing on his digits, weekly, clearly out of strength, week attempt to gain freedom “Well was it fun? You did well for an organick.”

“Please, don’t hurt me” you pleaded softly and weekly, clearly to tiered to do anything but use words to gain freedome. He let a soft chuckle. “Please! I am sorry for what ever I did, please let me go!”

“I did say I won’t hurt you, did I” Knockout let a soft snort. “I have no reason to hurt you little fan.” he was more then pleased with him self. He won, as per usual, putting another win on his shoulder, this time he had a wonderful price to take with him, even if a bit ruffled. Using another servo, he reached towords the head of small human, it flinching away, tryign to swat, but he only gently tucked the strain of hair behind of the fleshy audio, he needs his little fan to look good. Now he can see why autobots kept humans around, they are adorable little pets, so now he just needs to train this one to BEHAVE. Looking around, he found a chain, which will serve for now. He can’t have his pet run around with rusty chain – it’s not his style. Reaching down, he picked it up and easily wrapped around the fragile neck and let them down. They tried immideatly to get out, hands wrapping aorund and tugging to get out, try to unloop, but one tug was enough “Breakdown, where are you?”

“Coming” Breakdown called from some where inside the cite, his big form soon coming in a view with face of disgust at sigh of small human on the chain and maybe a snort of how funny they looked compared to red bot. Even if Knockout was not the biggest in the Decepticon army, the human still looked like one of those small rat like pets rich humans tend to fan over, dressing them in all sort of outfits to make them look adorable. A perfect pet for Knockout to think of it now.

“Like it?” bot chuckled, pulling a bit, making human stumble weakly and fall down on their knees, clearly worn out by the game. “I’d think suits me well”

What the fuck you get your self in to – you should’ve never visited that cursed race.

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#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transfromers prime #trp #trp knockout #knockout #trp breakdown #breakdown #writing

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simpingforbots · 20 days ago

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transfromers bay verse

I am watching a new series on Netflix called Designated Survivor and it gave e an idea to sort to write

what if in Bayverse Y/N is sort of a kid of some minister who, in the event of decepticons successfully Killing the president, become the next president, was friends with autobots in secrecy, now being escorted to a secure place by their friends while agent explain what is what while Y/N is sweating to hells, looking like she was in trouble. It will become quite funny to see things turn out, right? i mean being under secret service protection means they also watched over by autobots, correct. it must be awkward for every one.

#designated survivor #transfromers #transformers bayverse #bayverse #writting #prompts #will be funny right?#transformers x reader #silly idea

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simpingforbots · 21 days ago

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Pretty car - part 2

Letting a soft purr, Knockout let him self relax even more, sprawled on the berth as Breakdown slowly warked on his back, spreading finish with machine, able to feel small scratches fade away. Yes, he wad good in battled, yet even if he did his best to avoid any damadge, every time there was an altercation he would end up with small cuts and scraps here and there, making him bubble with rage. He spends so much time on polish, why can no one appreciate it and not damadge it. For now though he enjoyed the pleasant sensation of the machine working along his back, being taken care by Breakdown. This time he was “relived” of his mining duty and send back in to med-bay to assist their doctor in what ever he needed, which the big blue con was doing now.

“So, what is on your mind, doctor?” big mech asked, moving on too shoulders and able to feel soft rumble of pleased mech. He was more then happy to see him as Breakdown spend to much time ether on missions or in mines, keeping an eye on vechicons and making sure they needs were met. After all Nemesis is practically ran by them and without them every thing would be in shamble. Just a shame no one else saw it “Heard you’ve been going out – Starscream been complaining about not able to find you when ever he needs you, talks my audio off”

“If he were not to piss Megatron this much he would not need me this often” Knockout purred out in bliss, just enjoying the peaceful moment “Yeah, there is a small town that holds a regular races. The competition is a nice, some times I even let them think that they can win only to make them bite my dust” bot chuckled a bit with pride. It was true there was some who dared to try an over through him from his rightful place as the fastest around the small town, even going as far as playing dirty. Those night he would return back covered in blood, first place and a venting session with little human. Speaking of little human - things were sort of getting out of hand. At first he just wanted to “play with them” and get rid of them like any other bug that dared to scratch him, yet after countless visits he grew fond of little human who sort of become his fan, constantly praising his beauty, his speed and power, cheering for him in every race and also sort of becoming someone he can vent his spark out and them just listening without a word of complain, only nodding in agreement and time to time saying that he was right, he grew used to their presence and even hard to find to get rid off. Though he still had not gotten you inside his alt mode for a ride, still wanting to see fear drip in to their soul. Yet he had no luck in it yet “And just playing around...” maybe he can extend the play. After all a game is more fun when you win, even if you cheat “Say Breakdown” he murmured out with a smile, feeling big bot now work on his peds “Are you bored?”

Ever since you were unofficially made Knockout’s number one fan, graciously named like this by the racer him self in a joking manner, but you have a feeling it was more then just a joke now. He did get a name for him self in the town as Red Hornet, a undefeated speedster and masterfully avoididng capture by police and hence got a lot of fans, which would swarm him, taking pictures and some girl would do their best to get in to the poor drivers pants, wearing the most revealing cloths to expose their tits even more and all, not that you did not wore something like this as well, you justr wore it more modest, only when it was to hot and you did not wanted to sweat your tits off, but they did it just to get their hands on his money. He would scare them of just by speeding a bit forward, with tiers screeching loudly or telling them of before he rips their hands off. Time to time you would notise that the same girl that were usually around, after trying to flirt woth Knockout, would disappear, so you really tried no to peace him off, keeping of the car at all times and do your best to stay out of his car. Though he still kept trying to get you into the cab every time, saying that it’s a rare opportunity and he would only trust you to get in, saying that he had a feeling about you. Letting a heavy sigh, you tilted your head, momenteraly staring at the night sky, able to see big dipper among the faint stars that’s when a familiar honk alerted you. Turning around, you smiled softly, happy to see the red car slowly park behind other cars, a normal tactic for him to sort of give the others a start before he will wipe floor with them. Walking over, the tinted window slid down ever so slightly, creating a small window to allow driver to speak clearly. You always wondered how would he look, imagining some kind of super model behind the steering wheel, or a normal guy who just had a lot of money.

“Good evening Knockout” you greeted them with soft smile, trying to peek inside the car without looking like a creep, but you did not see anything because of light outside the car. “I have a feeling there is a strong competition this time” you looked aorund, spoting all the fancy car with their engines exposed and all the other stuff, able to hear them speak about power and all, not that you understood any of it. “Some say that have good engine and have a big chance for your spot”

“Pft, right” you can feel eyeroll in the voice as the engine purred to life with anger, the powerfull motor roaring through the air as a warning sign to those who dared to oppose him. “Say, Number one fan, how are you doing? I can guess you still not up for a ride?”

“I am fine. How are you? I am sorry I am not sure I can.” The questiong was a regular now and you really just did not feel to safe to get in to the still a strangers car’. “I am sorry”

“Oh come on, live a LITTLE” racer groaned with displeasure, clearly disappointed in your answer. “Come on, when will be another chance like this, huh? You will look back and regret saying no. Pluss, I am sure you want it as well?” he teased you with a cunning tone, the car inching a bit forward “What harm it will do to you. Do you not TRUST me?” as always his siren voice called to you and you glance at the door just for a moment. You did not NOT trust him, justr felt warry – hell you felt uneasy when ever one of your co-workers gave you ride, or a boss during heavy rains, seating all squished in the corner, but this situation you will have to literally cling on to your life as to not get sloshed around the car while Knockout did all of the crazy stuff - drifting, speeding down the road and flying down a hill, you were just not sure, but at the same time you wante to take a bite of this forbidden fruit, to know what a race, a real race, felt like, wanting to know the real thing. Biting your lower lip you thought for a moment, glancing up and seeing every one slowly moving away to give space... right maybe you can take a gamble. “SO?~”

“I...” someone called for the start. It maybe the last chance in life you will ever get to do something like this. And maybe he is right, you should live a little, let the stupid choices take you on adventure, yet your gut and brain screamed at you to not get in to the car, “stranger-danger” that was drilled in to you as a kid echoing loudly through out you conciseness. But the itch for adrenaline made you finally make a decision “You... you not gonna hurt me... right?”

“Promise” the voice sounded even more smooth, almost melting in to gentle purr of the car, the door lock clicking loudly and the door slowly and slightly swinging open, inviting you to open and to finally get in. You glanced up again, staring at the road, feeling something pumping through you already – was it unease? Worry? A scream for safety from inside your heart, you had no idea and it made you uneasy. But you wanted to feel the gravity shift on you, pressing in to the seat of expensive car, to fill the thrill those adrenaline junkies chase every night. Taking a long sigh of cold air, you nodded quietly and reached for the door. Only to pull back quickly, fear spiking inside. Something is not right... “Com on. I don’t bite. Come one in, last chance. You will regret saying no to this.”

The final warning for the race was called and you finally made your mind. Opening the door, you scooted inside, closing the door behind and seating on the edge, legs closed and close to the door. The lights inside the cab were dark with red light coming from the corners, like one of those gamers room you’ve seen on youtube. You turned your head to finally greet the driver, only to feel your heart drop. Where is the driver? Why is the driver seat empty, where is the body of the voice you spoke for so long.... was this a new version of those self driving cars that are remote controlled? No, this can’t be right, something was wrong. The warmth of your blood seeped out, replaced by fear and immideatly reache back for the door, wanting to get out and run. Befre you could though the seatbelt, on it’s own, wrapped around you, buckling you in to the seat and the engine revved. You tried to get out, presing on the button over and over, hearing it click, but not let go. The light suddenly came justa bit brighter and a same soft siren voice echoed around you, making you spin just to try and see what was going on and scream why it was going on.

“Well aren’t you an energetic one? Ready for a ride” any noise got stuck in your throat as gear-stick moved, switching in to a new gear and with a signal from the lady in front, speed off. You let a scream as you can feel your body being pressed in to the seat with shift in gravity, hands gripped on the handle in the sealing, eyes wide on the road. The car, and what ever was driving in, remote or not, was masterfully manoeuvring through streets, making your heart beat faster with every turn and every over take, every car, building and tree flying with such speed it turned in to a blur. Why did you had to get in to this car!? You knew something was wrong, you should’ve listened to your instincts and now you will die.

“LET me out let me out let me OUT!!!” you cried out, gripping on to the handle bar, pushing your feet in to the floor trying to get some kind of safety and not get killed in this race of madness “PLEASE let me OUT! I won’t tell any one!!! Please!!!”

“Oh don’t be scared. Th fun is only begun”

Knockout basiclay vibrated with joy as you got in and now was clinging on to his interior for life as he sped around the streets of the small city, specifically being more reckless just to get out more fear out of a new passenger in his cab, doing his best to scare them before the real game begins, knowing well how erratic humans can get when they are scared and would act on their instincts just to get away during later part of the game. Passing by a certain spot, he saw a red and blue light come one, giving another thrill to the chase. The little fan seemed to lighten up with at the sight of lights, turning to see, screaming for them to help, but he knew well he is fast. As soon as they were on his tale and a little hope of freedome spread on the little organick face he extinguished the flame in seconds, speeding away and leaving cops behind. Passing through finish line as winner he continued on his way, all while little one cried for freedom. “I told you I won’t hurt you, right? We just gonna PLAY a little Game” he lulled out, pulling you back in to the seat and tightening the seatbelt just a bit, making sure that you understood you had no say so in this situation. Finally you sort of calmed down, just now waiting patienly for what ever fate will come, tears streaming down, smearing the mascara. Finally Breakdowns voice came though the commlink, speaking loud and clear, which Knockout made sure you can hear.

“Knockout, I found the spot, sending coordinates to you right now”

“Perfect. Will be right there.” bit purred out, getting a ping in his system about a spot, and seeing your eyes grow even wide, chest falling and rising again “You like a game of cat and mouse?”

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simpingforbots · 23 days ago

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Pretty car

Having a car in this economy is considered more of a luxury then a necessity now - with how expensive it is to purchase alone quickly changed your mind on acquiring one. Not that you lived in poverty as you had enough money to pay rent, pay internet, pay for food and even afford your little hobby of building model kits of robots, you still thought that the car was to much. Not that you needed it to begin with. The town you lived in, a city in the middle of nowhere, was small enough that every thing was in walking distance or a bus ride away, so you really did not need a huge expensive equipment that you would have spend even more money on fulling and fixing.

But it did not stopped you from admiring them. Time to time a rich fuck would drive though streets in their expensive sports car, catching attention of every one with their flashy paint or loud engine, before speeding away. And even better is when an old car would be repurposed, turning an old metal in to a new always fascinated. Especialy when some moron managed to find an old car like Volvo P1800, 1958 Bulck Century or Dolores, a rare car of it self so when it is bright and colorfull it makes you awe in amusement. You always wished you could hitch a ride in one of those beautiful cars but can only dream about it. And your friends knew about it. One night you got a message from your friend about coming somewhere urgently, you tried to deny, saying that it was late at night and you really wished to stay home and get some rest but they insisted and you being a human pleaser, buckled under the preasure and left your warm house in to the cold night chill, biting at your exposed skin and you pulled jacket over your body to try and keep your self warm. Walking through night streets of your little city, you did not felt in any danger as it was a quite small town and the only crime that was out of control was teenagers who mostly broke glasses or illegal races held by visitors from other cities, gathered here because of how empty streets were during night. And you local police could do nothing about it – mostly because of the budget cuts and what can an old car can do to catch up to the one specifically modified for speed. Walking towards the spot, your eyes grew wide as you saw what the spot was.

It was a race – a lot of colorfull cars were gathered around, with some having hoods up and others were just gathering onlookers because of their colorfull paint and powerful purr of the engine, itching to speed though the streets for a battle of wits. Your friends was right there, smiling at you and waving over, boasting about being the one who hosted the race and finally decided to invite you over, knowing well that you wont snitch on them, not that you would as you now felt a bit uneasy surrounded by drivers and other people who were propably best not to upset. So with that you started walking around the cars, eyeing every detail of the car with wonder until one specific car caught your attention completely.

Constantly fixing Starscream would make anyone angry and tiered, it was the 10th time that the grey seeker ended up in medbay because of his another scheme to usurper Megatron, with him ending beaten up to almost offline. Putting equipment down, Knockout let a heavy sigh as seeker finally climbed down, his wings down and having no remarks today. This time the beating was to much even for him and he propably decided to just simmer down and headed to his quarters, not saying anything...

“Yeah, YOUR WELCOME” screaming after second in command, Medcon let an angry grumble, putting his clawed hand on his hip. This day was not going well – Breakdown was sent to one of the mining sites to keep an eye on vechicons after another of autobots attacks and them successfully getting energon, with a lot of vechicon’ casualty. The once he had to fix all by him self and only now he managed to get some rest. Piking a tablet up, he hoped that maybe one of the flesh-bags managed to held a race so that he can let all his frustration out n a race, speeding through city or desolate roads, taking over other cars and making them bite his dust. Luckily it seemed like there is one, not to far and will be starting any second. Using the same datapad, he opened the ground bridge, making sure to be carful even if it seemed like Soundwave did not see it, the medick knew well then to mess with quite con, who seemingly let him do what ever he wanted without issue, as long as it did not harmed Megatron plane. Walking though the ground bridge, his shoulder pads visibly dropped as cold air hit his frame, already feeling a bit free from all the responsibilities that were tied to him as the only medic for Decepticons. Switching to his alt mode, he sped though the empty road, imidealty finding the spot and taking his right full spot at the front, ready to be basked in attention. Yet it seemed like it was not his day, as all the fleshy organics seemed to want to take pictures with old models then him, hurting his ego. How dare they, can they not see how hard he worked on his polish – it’s very hard to do it by your self, especialy the back when Breakdown was on other duty. Letting his engine grumble with anger, letting him simmer and just want to start the race and show them all!

“Oh wow... what a beaut!”

Shifting his side mirrors, Knockout stifled him self, even if he was already was till, observing a small female human walking around him, keeping their distance, just observing. It was nice to see some kind of respect as humans usually wanted to touch him with their little grabby hand, smothering what ever was on their body all over his finish, yet this one did not. Finally some respect after a long day. Revving his engine a bit, making the small organick jump a bit from sudden noise, their eyes growing wide and head cocking just a bit, staring at him with awe.

“That’s sound like strong... wow” strong? HA! You have no idea how powerful his engine is and ready to prove it. They smiled a bit, shinning their pearly whites at him, kneeling down and just stared at his designs on the doorframe, coking their head again. To be fare this little organick also had their own designs on their fleshy servos – some flowers and snakes, wrapped around the arms and their hair was of wild purple colour, something that Knockout strated to notise that humans seemed to enjoy painting their hair bright colours. For just a moment he wondered how his colour would look on them, shifting his tiers on the asphalt when a race was announce, giving other onlookers soe time to get out of the way “Good luck” right, like he needs luck – he has skill unlike those fleshies. The little human left quickly, joining the humans on side walk and with other cars revving, Knockout revved louder, making them jump and he chuckled quietly. With green light from organizer, all the cars shot off, tiers screeching on asphalt before gaining friction and the race begun. Speeding through narrow city streets, able to feel air dash by him, con masterfully swerved in between cars, able to hear some humans scream profanities at him. Like they ever had a wining chance against him...

You watched with bated breath as red car sped off, it’s engine revving loudly and disappearing behind the turn, masterfully drifting through sharp corner and now all you had to do is wait to see who will win. From the looks of it - it was a fast car and maybe he will win, yet you did not hope to much on it. Your friend kept bubbling about how Newby won’t be able to win as all the other cars were champions in that area and had quite a good engines to prove it. You just decided to watch, shivering time to time from cold.... surprisingly it did not take to long for a sound of engine to rev though the nigh and a very familiar crimson shape appeared on horizon, blinding every one with light and passing through the finish line. You let a yelp of happiness, clapping your hands seeing that “newby won”, cheering on.

Speeding away, Knockout kept looking back, seeing little organick cheer him on.... today, somehow, just a smallest attention even from organick seemed significant to him, like a pleasant word in a horrible day. Maybe he can visit this town again?

So any time now he had a bad day, Knockout started frequenting the small town, to win race and even managing to get glimpses of the small human, their hair seemed to change every other full moon, hell he even manged to see them with red hair, noting how good it looked, wishing that they kept the colour, yet it seemed like purple was yours to go to, spotting it most of times. It was very pleasant sensation to see them cheer for him during races and even more when ever they were near, constantly complimenting his finish, seeing how well it was maintained. Finally after months of seeing them he decided that surely one ride won’t hurt. Just like any other night when ever he visited, the small one was right there, now among the crowed of other new fans that he was not too fond of, as they all flocked to him after his continues victory on the road. Revving his engine as a warning, he screeched forward just a bit, scaring the crowed enough for them to dispel, which almost send you away, but he managed to call out. Thanks to his tinted windows, the small human won’t see that there was no human body that the voice coming from, yet if he were to lower it down just a bit, creating a small crack, he can give an illusion of human who was talking.

“So, what’s your name pretty one?” driving just a bit closer and sort of blocking their way, knockout called out to your, your little eyes growing wide from sudden interaction, little fleshy opticks darting around a bit before narrowing on him again “So? What’s my fan’s name is?”

“Me?” you pointed at your self, questioning him with such disbelieve that he spoke to you “I.. uh, hi?”

“Shy one, are we?” Knockout chuckled a bit, shifting tiers on the asphalt. They clearly looked uncomfortable, eyes darting, hand grabing their own skin in a feeble attempt to control their emotions and try to look calm “So what is your name?”

“Y/N... what is yours?”

“Knockout” makes sense that drivers would use pseudonyms to avoid getting arrested after the race. Shifting a bit and trying not to start something you don’t want, you just stare at the crack in the window, hoping, no, praying that you did not accidently offended him or getting in to some kind of trouble, after all you are a woman and this world is to dangerous. Though you heard that traffickers are not to kin on those who are standing out – people with tattoo, bright hair and piercing are easy to identify after all, so you should be safe, yet you still were on your guard. And right now you gave your real name to a racer who is 100 percent in trouble with local police... Will you get arrested just for visiting such activities? “Earth to Y/n? Hello?”

His voice was smooth, that you can admit, almost angelic, or like a sirens call, beckoning you to actually get close, but you were better then this, unlike any other women. They would swoon over immideatly, seeing the money and hearing such voice, you just wanted to be left alone. Your life as a single person was perfect and you did not wanted to change it at all. So you really were on guard.

“Hi.. uh, sorry, I need to go! The race is about to start” and you trotted off, quickly making way to the safe spot as race was announced. Chuckling a bit, Knockout got him self ready for a race as well. Maybe he can extend this in to a game? After all some day are really REALLY borring...

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transfromers prime #trp #knockout #trp knockout #writitng

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simpingforbots · 28 days ago

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My Bd is very soon, so I made those cupcakes for my friends at work. Hope they will like it

#BD #post #baking #did my best

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simpingforbots · 1 month ago

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Mechanicks

I know this trop is propably run to holes (especialy with Cade in last Bayformers and Noah in ROTB), but I do want to talk about it for a bit.

As we all know human have a very sensitive skin - we can feel hair on our body and will be uncomfortable until we removed it from the area, able to feel even small changes in temperature and all the other advantages of being made out of flesh. so i would say Cybertronians will be more then thrilled to have new line of doctors, who are so small that they can just crawl inside them to fix what ever gives them trouble without being cut open. Of course humans still can't do big procedures, so Doctors on cybertron won't run out of work. In reality humans will be treated more like nurses, who are able to perform small surgeries and assist with firs aid. Because of this there will be school where human are thought cybertronian medicine along the other bots, but they will have limitations.

Knowing how curiouse humans are, the council of medics decided to keep homo-sapiens away from few vital parts, like processor. Not that they small, even if they can do it, it was just decided to keep them away from heads. And even after human successfully earned his spot in hospital wing, he will be treated differently, depending on how cybertronian saw them - racism affects every one and every thing. And they will be treated as the fragile thing out in the world.

But also because of their "valuable skills" it will help humans spread though out universe, being taken up on space ships and this able to explore universe more safely then if they were to do it "human" way.

#transformers #transformers x human #writing #ideas

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simpingforbots · 1 month ago

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What do you think solus and Megatronus reaction would be when their small human was sad for days but immediately got happy when a another human showed up and quickly got attached to the other human and both being affectionate towards each other just like how solus and Megatronus are with each other

Turns out that the other human that showed up was their partner that probably got separated from their (Megatronus and solus) human when brought to cybertron

“I just don’t understand” Solus sighed heavily, crossing their servos on her chest, putting all the weight they had on one ped, tilting helmet sideways “What is wrong with them?”

It’s been some time since little alien live started acting wired – they were no longer chipper like they were before, no loner getting in to trouble and just seating in one spot, sulking. They did try to cheer them up, giving them new toys, getting a better cage, anything to cheer them up but it just did not give desired result. Even now, in a new suite of elegant armour Solus spend their time on, decorating it in all kind of shaped and gems, making them look like a doll, it still did not help at all. They did brighten up for a second, but only for abit.

“Maybe they just feel alone?” Megatronus shrugged, his bride shoulders moving up and down slightly, while his opticks scanned the small one, who seemed to be indifferent to his huge hands scratching behind their little fleshy audio “perhaps they need a friend, that is of their kind?”

“And where do you suggest we get this new “friend” for little bird? Not only that we still don’t know what they are, let alone to what galaxy they belong. It will be physicaly impossible to find something like them again. And we do not have this much time thanks to five brained idiots” Solus grumbled, taping her metal fingers on her arm.

“Valid.... but we did rescue this one from Quintessons. What says they don’t have another small one on one of their ships? Surely having just one specimen for their experiments is not a smart move from them. So I am sure they have another one stashed around somewhere on their ship”

“And how do you propose to getting it?”

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Solus stared at a raw of small cages upon the Quintessons ship they just raided with Megatronus. It was a lone ship, landed for something that she honestly did not care, managing to get all the anger out of her system as she crashed their bodies in to pulp along side her conjunx. Megatronus was right – why would Quintessons only get one specimen for their experiments, especialy when they are so fragile. And Quintessons banked on it – all of the cages housed now a lifeless corpses of the strange fleshy beings, all in different horrible conditions – some where missing limbs, some were disfigured, their soft covering ripped, some where clearly attempted to be mutated in to something horrible, only glimpses or their previous nature shining through. Entire room stunk of death, a horrible stench assaulting her and now arriving Megatronus, who lifted his servos to cover his mask in disgust, his optick scanning the slaughter house.

“Monsters” all what can Solus say at the moment, worry and sadness digging in to her spark, unable to stop her self from imagining her Little Bird falling victim to bug’s twisted curiosity “I think our little bird got lucky that we found them before they did anything to them”

Able to feel her conjunx move along the ship, Solus stayed in one place, staring at the cage n front of her.... this “experiment” was still alive, but clearly will not be making it. Tubes were haphazardly imbedded in to their limbs and many stuck in to their head, that was sawed open, exposing fleshy processor to the elements. She can see time to time some kind of shock being send in to the processor, forsing limbs to move, though they eyes already lacked the light of life, just staring emotionless at her, as if asking for this torture to be brought to an end. Frowning a bit, she did as the poor creature clearly begged for, lifting her hand, transformed in to plasma gun, aiming it at the small body, hesitating just for a moment before sending pulse of her own towards the being, quickly putting them out of their misery. The scent of flesh being burned filled the air, making her frown with disgust, well atlest this one was free of this Pit. Lowering her hand, she let a heavy sigh, thanking Primus for helping them find you before all... this.

“Solus... I think this one is in better condition then others” Megatronus called out, getting her attention. Big bot was crouched in front of the one of the cages, pointing at something. Walking over, Solus optics grew wide with shock. Operantly there was one unscathed little flesh alien, huddled in the corner of the cage, wrapped in some kind of dirty fabric, clearly scared out of their wits, just shaking and waiting for something bad to happen to them “pretty lucky for them that we came, huh?” gripping the cage, it took nothing for Megatronus to rip it open and reach in, gently wrapping his big servo around miniscule body, that started screaming and chirping with worry. He understand the worry flooding little one, but they really had no time to comfort this one, having to leave as they heard another ship approaching, wth more Quintessons on board. Leaving the ship and returning to Iacon with new little pet in servo. After cleaning them up and making sure they were alright, as well as putting a small collar around them to track them, making sure they were “presentable, bringing the new one to the their little birds cage.

Taking a step back, they both observed carefully, hopping nothing bad will happen between two of them. They knew that every being needs another being of similar kind to be mentally stable, but there are so many factors. What if they don’t like each other and will start fighting, what then? With baited spark, their opticks focused on the cage... the small bird slowly approached the new bird, circling them before throwing them self on them, wrapping their little hands around them and letting squeals of joy. The other ne was happy to see them as well, wrapping their servos around them and rocking side to side, clearly happy to see another alive being. Both bots let a sigh of relief, happy to see that now, hopefully, their mental state will improve, letting two little birds acquaint with each other... and they did. In no time Solus noticed that their small Little bird and Wolf, named by Megatronus, were acting more and more like Solus would with her conjunx – constantly by each other side, soft touches, showing affection and cuddling ever time they went in to recharge. Letting a small scoff, Solus smiled seeing that Birdy found their own conjunx and that their health is clearly improved.

#transformers #transformers one #solus prime #megatronus #writing #answering

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