#bulkhead x reader

[fandom-go-round]

hey there! could we get that classic summer cliche, the infamous popsicle? 😂 blue raspberry happens to be my favorite flavor, so i think the Prime universe will do well for this;

maybe June or Reader brought popsicles on base for the kids to cool off, but those things get drippy real fast in the Jasper heat so they’re pretty likely to make a mess of whoever has one. can we get some flustered reactions (from any of your favorite bots) to their human S/O lappin up a blue one? i’m always a sucker for suggestive summer

I’m not saying that I love the grumpy medic, all I’m saying is that he’s a cutie and I would pinch his cheeks if I could. AKA everyone wants me to pick my own bots and it’s just the same bots over and over LOL

Warnings: Sexual Situations, Implied Sexual Content, Bots Getting Flustered, Robot x Human Relationship

Optimus Prime:

Optimus is enjoying how excited the kids get at the prospect of popsicles. It reminds him of when Cybertron had more than just basic energon and there were treats to go around. He knows that Nevada is hot but he assumed the base was cool enough that they wouldn’t melt immediately.

He should be offering to grab napkins but the words die in his vocalizer as the blue drips down your throat. You’re making muffled sounds of protest so you try to prevent the spill from getting worse but it’s no use. It’s all over your hands, clothing and face.

Optimus tries to be respectful. He sees humans as complex beings with just as much autonomy as his kind. None of his thoughts are respectful as your tongue darts out (dyed bright blue) to lick the trail curling down your wrist. It doesn’t stop the thought that you would look good covered in his transfluid and if you would lick it up as eagerly as you did the popsicle.

His fans kick on but no one hears because the kids are shrieking and Ratchet is scolding everyone to clean up. He quickly excuses himself to grab something to clean up the mess, needing to leave the room as quickly as possible. He pointedly ignores the look at June gives him, the nurse smirking as Optimus tries his best to push the dirty thoughts out of his head.

Ratchet:

Ratchet has been trying all summer to get the kids to increase their water intake. No one is going to be dehydrated on his watch and it takes a little while for June to convince him to let them bring in sweets. As much as he grumbles about it, he’s more than willing to see the kids happy. It’s the sugar rush that he’s less excited about.

He warns them that the popsicles will make a mess but is promptly ignored. He’s grumbling as he turns back to the computers, seeing you struggle out of the corner of his optics. You’re enjoying your treat but it’s getting out of hand, moving down your hand and throat. Ratchet isn’t surprised to admit that he finds you attractive and the way that you respond to his flirting tells him that you’re interested too.

Ratchet doesn’t feel ashamed that he’s enjoying your struggling. You swear lightly as it breaks in half, catching it before it falls to the ground and just getting blue everywhere. Your lips and tongue are stained and Ratchet smirks as you start whimpering and dripping on the floor.

You must have heard him because you turn to face him, tongue ticking out of your mouth to lick the blue going down your wrist. Ratchet just raises an optic ridge, making a point of looking between your mouth and the rest of you. He senses when your heartbeat speeds up, quickly looking away and going to grab some napkins. He feels more than sees Arcee glare a look into the back of his helm. He’s going to have to follow up with you later then, preferably when the kids are gone and the two of you are alone.

Bulkhead:

Miko had been complaining all day about the heat and Bulk had to agree, it was getting to be a pain. He had been letting her hang out in his cab and blast the AC, perking up when June and you showed up. The nurse was quick to distribute popsicles to the kids, Bulk transforming to greet you. You gave a smile and asked about his day, both of you keeping half an eye on the kids.

He always enjoyed chatting with you; you were kind and always willing to talk to him. You never made him feel stupid and it was refreshing to have conversations with someone besides the other bots. Bulkhead loved his crew but they fell into old habits. It was refreshing to talk to someone new. And you were cute and smart and – ok maybe he had a crush. Maybe he had a big crush.

June interrupts your talk to hand you a popsicle and gives Bulkhead a wink before going to grab her own. Ok maybe he has a huge, giant, obvious crush but it’s fine because you haven’t noticed and he’d never ever tell you and Primus you’re making a mess everywhere. Bulk is frozen as you start struggling in front of him, treat already half melted and all over your hands. You’re a good sport about it, laughing and joking as you try to prevent dripping everywhere.

Please call back later, Bulkhead is not available at the moment. His processor has shorted out and he can’t look away from your face and hands. He’s not a completely obvious mech and this is too much for him. He should be able to pull himself together but he’s never going to be able to get this imagine out of his head. It takes Bee shaking his arm to bring him back to the room where everyone is staring at him and he’s immediately embarrassed. He makes a hasty retreat, Ratchet laughing to himself and Arcee smirking. June looks proud of herself and you’re just confused, asking if he’s ok. Bulk isn’t going to be able to talk to you for a week.

Ultra Magnus:

Magnus blames Ratchet for his impure thoughts. He had just finished getting the ‘Human Sexuality 101’ lecture from the doctor, something he didn’t think was completely necessary. There was no way they were going to stay long enough on Earth to have those kinds of relations, even if Ratchet gave him a knowing look.

He respects you. You’re a valuable part of the team and you add a level head that’s needed with the kids around. You don’t find it awkward to talk to him and go out of your way to make him feel welcomed. Ultra Magnus might find you… aesthetically pleasing as well but that’s only because he’s been learning about human art and culture.

He has nothing to excuse his thoughts now. He had tried to corral the kids into one spot to minimize the mess but it hadn’t worked. He’s in the middle to grabbing something to clean up with when he turns to see you struggling. Magnus feels like his processor is having issues rebooting. You’re trying to lick the popsicle as quickly as possible and then you wrap your lips around the bottom and suck. The sound makes him flinch and his fans turn on with a loud clang.

Now he’s a big mech. He’s an old mech. Magnus has, contrary to most bots beliefs, been in relationships and knows how to identify his own attraction. It’s been a long time since he’s felt these things and it’s a mix of exciting and terrifying. His ignores the confused voices behind him as he turns smartly on his heels and leaves the room. No one sees him for the rest of the day but it’s better that way; he needs to think about this and now.

[runicarbiter02]

I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration

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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃‍♀️💨

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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo

[sometimes-you-write]

[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated ]

[ Bulkhead x Cybertronian Reader x Bumblebee]

Bumblebee: Bulkhead, why is Reader intruding on our cuddle time?

Reader: Bulkhead, why is Bumblebee intruding on our cuddle time?

Bulkhead: Guys, please. You both can cuddle me.

[Alternative ending]

Reader: Having two partners is both amazing and complicated, but all our problems are solved with communication.

Bumblebee: It's my turn to cuddle Bulkhead.

Reader: Five more minutes, dammit!

Bulkhead: Guys, please. We all can cuddle together, I'm big enough.

[revelboo]

Great monarch Revelboo if I ask you nicely could you please assign me a mech to cuddle 🥰 I can’t decide who I would want to cuddle with the most! Which mechs would enjoy it the most and which would enjoy it but refuse to admit it? ty ty you are the best 👑

Ahh! Love this 💕

Cuddle Time Headcanons

ES Wheeljack

- tries his hardest to convince you that you don’t actually want to cuddle with him. Painfully awkward guy, but he just gives up and allows it if you insist. Secretly loves it even if he’s embarassed

• Optics wide, he freezes when you just climb up into his lap and sit down. Like you belong there. And then you’re leaning into him and he hears Elita and Optimus make noises that sound suspiciously like badly suppressed laughter. Surely you’d rather sit with someone else? No? Embarrassed enough even before you lean into him with a happy little sigh. Venting softly, he loosely drapes a hand against you, freezing when you latch onto a servo and snuggle against his palm. Apparently no one wants to help him and he has no idea why you’ve latched onto him. Chosen him as your protector and safe spot. And okay, maybe it makes warmth spread through him, makes him want to protect you. But they’re all still staring at him and not even hiding that they think it’s funny. They have to realize he’s not cut out for this.

Bluestreak

- aware that he can be clingy, but if you encourage or just don’t tell him to stop, he just wants to cuddle with you.

• Servos flexing because you’d gone to sleep curled in your nest of blankets while he’d been out too late. And knows he shouldn’t disturb you when you look so relaxed, but still slides his servos under you. Hears the soft, sleepy sound you make, head lifting before you realize it’s him and relax in his hands. Lying down curled on his side, he cuddles you up against his chassis and folds his door wings out behind him. Cups a hand against you, chin tucked against his chassis and legs drawn up until he’s curled around you as much as he can. Letting the warmth of you keep the nightmares at bay.

Swerve

- if you give him permission to cuddle or just seek out his body heat, he’s all for it. But the narrative in his head is probably that you’re deeply, madly in love with him, not just cold

• Startling when you drape yourself against him, eyes closed and making a pitiful little noise of misery, he mass shifts for you, arms open wide. “Cold again?” He asks, feeling almost guilty that he’d been cutting down the temperature in his habsuite on purpose just so you’d curl up against him. And you just sprawl in his arms, letting him wrap himself around you. “I’ll file a complaint with Mags, let him know there’s something wrong with the heat again,” he lies, resting his chin on top of your head. And it’s just a little, bitty lie. You understand, right? Getting used to the pulse of his spark just like he’s used to the beat of your heart. And pretending you’re his, that you want to be in his arms. That you know you belong right here.

Jazz

- wants you to read one of your smutty books to him, promising he’ll behave while you sprawl on top of him

• “Hand,” you mutter as he drapes a hand over you, one servo on your butt. “Jazz.” And his crooked grin is completely unapologetic. Even if he’d promised to behave. Huffing, you flip open the book to the page you’d folded the corner of the night before. You swear he likes these cheesy romance novels more than you do as you begin to read to him, relaxing with the feel of his warmth against you, sprawled on him.

Hound

- wants to share with you the vast, green world outside the Ark. To curl up with you by a lake and relax

• “Oh.” The area’s heavily wooded, sun lancing through the leaves to dapple the mass shifted mech in gold as you look from him to the calm lake. Realizing that he’s sharing this with you, something that matters to him and his arms come around you, tugging you back into his frame. And you relax, feeling the heat of the sun and warmth of the mech at your back. “It’s beautiful.” Playing with his servos as his chin rests on top of your head.

TFA Bulkhead

- big, awkward guy. Lets you sprawl on top of him, a big hand draped over you as you both watch TV and whisper (and Sari and Bee both complain)

• Laughing as he slowly goes over backwards and you end up sprawled on top of him, he drapes a big hand over you, head back to watch the TV upside down. Laying your chin on him as a big servo runs between your shoulder blades, you can hear Sari and Bee’s loud ‘ewww’ at you both. It’s not like you’re making out, but they’re carrying on like you are and you reach to touch Bulkhead’s chin. Relaxed and comfortable where you are.

Armada Starscream

- wouldn’t admit that he needs the feel of you, your scent and warmth against him to be able to recharge. If you want to cuddle up against him, he allows it. Won’t ask for it even though a part of him loves it

• Venting he doesn’t resist when you and the mini-cons all sprawl on him. There’s no fighting it at this point, acting as your bed. Suspects you’re only after his warmth, but he doesn’t really mind having you there. Recharges better knowing where you are, feeling your heart beating against him. Because this is as close to home and family as he’s had in forever. Wants to protect this feeling, to hold onto it.

[transformers-spike]

Which transformer do you think would have performance anxiety in relation to interfacing with their human for the first time?

I had a whole ass thing I discussed with a friend, but I do not have the energy to go digging for the messages again, so here's what I remember

First of all, how does performance anxiety work for Cybertronians?

I imagine this affects both the valve and spike. The spike stays in its array hole, soft and unwilling to leave. While the valve seems smaller and not as puffed-up, and the entrance is much tighter than usual. Also, less transfluid is being produced, which makes valve interface difficult

I believe Optimus may display it - although it's less about what he can do, and more about him being worried interface may hurt you (coupled with having the world on his shoulders - poor guy...)

Smokescreen definitely has it, he's always eager to prove himself in the show, and the moment he fucks up he's emotionally destroyed by it. So he's putting an IMMENSE amount of pressure on himself

Mmm honestly quite a few bots can have it, like Bulkhead and Bumblebee, who like you so very much but are stressed out about living up to human standards (bruh) or accidentally hurting you (double bruh)

Dreadwing can also be part of this. Maybe Breakdown too, but it depends on the circumstances

Wow, so many bots with performance anxiety

[chippa44444]

TFA Autobots reacting to SO collecting robot model kits?

(im thinking Op specifically but go nuts) 👉👈

Thank you for your request! English is not my main language so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes!

TFA Autobots React to Their Human S/O Collecting Robot Model Kits

[Autobots (Optimus' team) x GN!Reader]

🔥 Optimus Prime

He notices the model kits with a curious look at first, a little uncertain.

“You’re really into… robots, huh?” he asks with a small, slightly awkward smile.

But when you tell him you started collecting long before meeting him—and that now, no plastic version could ever compare to the real thing—he freezes, his optics widen, and then… he chuckles softly.

“…You really know how to make a bot blush.”

Later, if he sees you assembling a model of him, he might glance at it quietly… and then strike the same pose in real life while pretending it’s a coincidence.

🛠️ Ratchet

“Model kits? Bah. What’s the point of fiddlin’ with tiny pieces when you’ve got the real thing right here?” he grumbles.

But when he sees you carefully clipping, painting, and fitting parts together with your deft fingers, he finds himself quietly impressed.

“You’ve got good hands,” he mumbles. “For such a tiny thing.”

You mention you've made one of him, and he instantly demands to see it.

Ends up squatting nearby, arms crossed, giving "helpful" (and very bossy) advice.

“That part’s upside down. No, not that shade—use this one. That’s closer to my actual paint job.”

He won’t touch it—he’s too scared he’ll break it—but he’ll hover like a grumpy old guard drone.

💪 Bulkhead

“Oh wow!! Look at all these tiny lil’ bots!! They’re so cute!” he exclaims, his massive frame practically lying down to peer into your display shelf.

When you warn him not to touch anything, he immediately backs off with wide eyes.

“O-oh! Sorry!! Didn’t mean to break your treasures! They’re just so cool…”

Then he spots one that vaguely resembles him and gasps.

“That one’s me!! Right!? It’s gotta be!!”

He gets ridiculously happy, and later? He secretly crafts a tiny badge with his own name and places it beside that model like a proud little kid.

He also starts asking if he can be part of your collection too.

“I promise I’ll stand real still! Like a statue!”

🌸 Prowl

He watches your hobby with quiet interest, eyes following the movement of your hands as you assemble piece by piece.

“There’s something meditative about this, isn’t there?” he says, voice low. “A miniature reflection of order and discipline.”

You gift him a model of a sleek samurai-style mech.

“I thought this one looked a bit like you.”

He takes it with delicate fingers, silently examining it for a long time.

Then softly murmurs, “If I had only ever existed like this… I wonder if you still would have loved me.”

He stays beside you in meditative silence while you build. Doesn’t speak—but his gaze? Always watching. Always warm.

⚡ Bumblebee

“Wait, WHAT!? You collect robots!? That’s so cool!! Is there one of me!? Please say there’s one of me!!”

He’s bouncing on his feet, practically vibrating with excitement.

You try to tell him to be careful and not touch anything, but he pouts dramatically.

“…Sooo you were into plastic robots before me?” he asks, suddenly sulking.

You reassure him that he’s way better than any model kit.

Instant mood switch. He beams.

“Yeah!! 'Cause I talk and move and do this—TA-DA!!” He strikes a heroic pose next to your shelf.

Starts showing off every time you're building.

“Need a reference model? I can hold that pose forever if you want. Take pics. Frame them. Worship me a little.”

[lunatf-ao3]

HEADCANONS ❣︎

❥︎ FETICHES ! ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ

[TFP] Bumblebee, Bulkhead, Starscream, Ultra Magnus, Dreadwing, Predaking /human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, various fetishes, it may be strange

I will play other characters, this was a bit long hehe. I will respond to requests as quickly as possible, ty!!!

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- PREDAKING :

Breeding Kink

Body Odor

Predaking has olfactory sensors unmatched by any species, strong enough to detect human pheromones, and oh boy, the first time he detected yours in his heat cycle, it was like an intense aphrodisiac for him. He can't get hot without smelling your scent, he loves to sniff you all over, especially between your legs and on your neck. They make his spike harden almost immediately and he has involuntary erections for the rest of the days.

Being the only one of his species, his deepest desire is to have offspring, especially after the loss of his siblings to the autobots. Don't even try to ask him to finish outside, he won't do it. As long as he's in heat, he'll use your tight little hole as he sees fit. He makes sure to fill you full of transfluid until you're nice and swollen for him, and if he gets the chance, he'll happily knot you up. Deep down he knows that having offspring with you is totally impossible, but he doesn't care, he'll fuck you like it's possible.

Despite this, he is not a complete brute, he cares for you and treats you like a queen, because you are, you are his queen. He devours you with savage respect. He has everything he needs for you, food, clothes, first aid kit and, to his chagrin, personal grooming stuff. He's not a fan of you bathing, shampoos and soaps make your natural scent disappear for a while, but he doesn't have much choice but to accept it.

Normally his heat lasts only a week, but he makes sure to make the most of it. During that time, you just reek of transfluid and sex. He loves it. His favorite position is when you're underneath him, receiving his spike as if you were made for exactly that. He also loves it when you ride him, making you jump on his spike and see the bulge in your belly.

- DREADWING :

Domestic Kink

Dreadwing is too horny to get things ready, put the pillows on, arrange the sheets, put the lube on the side.... The anticipation is a pleasure that excites more than the sex itself. Well, maybe not as exaggerated, but when it's over, spike is as hard and dripping as it could ever be.

It's a domestic thing, in the realm of the sensual. He makes the bed because that's where he's going to devour you, he sterilizes his body because you'll put your delicate parts there, he prepares the room as if it were an altar of desire. Do you want to do it? NO, it is his duty and only he will do it, he will not allow you, his sweet lover, to be exhausted with something like that.

Besides, it's hard for him to get too excited afterwards. Anticipation has become necessary for sex...

It's not just about order, he will definitely destroy and disorganize everything in the process. He also likes to clean up afterwards, it's a dirty reminder of what happened. His favorite position is the classic missionary, watching your face and the way his spike penetrates you, filling you completely is something she won't miss.

He is sweet but firm, his lunges are accompanied by kisses and his overload never comes before a "Where?". Inside or outside, it's fine with him, inside? That's fine, he loves to fill you with his seed and watch you drain yourself of it. outside? That's fine, it's a treat to see you covered in his cum and clean himself afterwards.

- ULTRA MAGNUS :

Size Difference

Foot Fetish

As stoic as the second in command of the autobots is, he has a special soft spot for how small you are. When you yourself made him realize how easy it was to play with you, to control you, he fell into an endless pit of perversion because, oh my, you are so weak, so vulnerable. He could do with you whatever he wanted with ease. Exploring your little body became an addiction; spreading your legs, lifting you, accommodating you, transporting you, I did it with such ease because you were so.... Tiny. You fit in the palm of his servo and right there he could do anything you wanted to you and you were so happy to receive it.

Every little part was a weight on his processor. Your slender fingers, tracing over the screen of your phone so nimble, so small, so soft, detailed, he could imagine how such a tiny touch would feel on the head of his prick; your cute ass, soft, firm, he wanted to cradle it with his servos; That little nose of yours, tiny, soft, so adorable, how it would feel to squeeze it between his fingers, to see the desperation in your eyes for air, to feel the soft curvature. Every part made him sigh.

Inevitably, it all went to your tiny feet, those cute toes, the rosy quilts, the way you played with them while you were distracted. They were different, they were... Sinful. Almost immediately they became a strange and guilty taste for him. He had to hide too many erections when you decided to rub those little fingers on his panel while he worked sitting down, they were so adorable he wanted to put them all in his mouth.

His favorite position is the classic missionary. He's not a bot particularly inclined to try new things, so he sticks with those two most of the time. He likes to watch his spike struggling to insert itself into your little hole, and the look on your face as he does it, it's dirty. Of course, he also likes it when you rub his spike with your feet, running his entire length to his tip, where the sticky pre-transfluid stains you. Subsequently he may also fill them with transfluid or masturbate with them.

Despite everything, he is a fanatic of cleanliness, he will clean you and your feet with dedication. He investigates everything to give you baths, bathe you himself and leave the room as if the dirtiest things ever happened there. He is dirty on the inside and in the privacy, not on the outside.

- STARSCREAM :

Dominance Kink

Dollification

He turns you into a doll, almost literally. He gets off on the idea of dressing you up, getting you all dolled up, before he destroys you. He chooses and steals the most extravagant lingerie for you, he is an expert in human fashion because of that. Are you going to dress yourself?don't bother trying, he and only he will adorn your little body with the garments. He also makes you up as he can, he paints your lips and cheeks with a soft red, sometimes it's pink, sometimes pastel blues and sometimes he just leaves you as you are.

He loves to have that control over you, he manipulates you at his whim, moving you around, dressing you in this and that, it's.... Just what he needs. It feeds his terrible desire for control and superiority, not that it bothers you much, he doesn't do it all the time, only in sex. Fixing you up can NOT be missed If it doesn't, Starscream doesn't particularly enjoy it.

He loves to dominate you, impose his desires on you and use you as he pleases. It's no secret that the pathetic, greedy and constantly humiliated seeker the last thing he wants is to be inferior in bed. If he can, he will nail you to the bed and order you around like the leader he claims to be deep down inside.

If he is in the mood, he will let you dominate him, but only rarely. He is quite good at being submissive and seems to enjoy it, but don't tell him! It embarrasses him and puts him in a bad mood. He especially likes it when you give him blowjobs before he fucks you, you look gorgeous with your clothes still intact and makeup ready to stir with transfluid. Plus, there he controls your head at his whim, you look so pretty with his spike filling your throat!

His favorite position is against the wall, he crushes you and bangs you there hard. Feeling your legs around his hips, opening you up so nicely to receive his long spike. Makeup runs off your face and clothes end up a mess by the end of the night, reeking of transfluid. It's not something that bothers you, you can steal more after all.

- BULKHEAD :

Food Play

Face sitting

This guy is going to fill you with energon and lick you like his life depends on it. As embarrassing as it is, Bulkhead really likes to coat you in edible things. It was like seasoning a ready-made dessert. He loved the taste of you, but adding energon and oil made it even better.

It makes him embarrassingly horny to see you covered, ready to be devoured by him. The energon thick on your belly, the oil forming a deliciously sinful path to your pelvis, it's going to drive him crazy!!! He'll lick every last bit of your body and then he'll lick you until he leaves you reeking of oral lubricant. In some cases when the two of you get too extravagant, the wrecker is willing to cover you in transfluid and lick it clean off your body.

His favorite position is when you ride him, especially his face! He likes you to dominate him from above, use his intake as you see fit, he will enjoy it. Your taste is like an exquisite delicacy, and seeing your body so close could make him overload right there. Cum in his mouth and he will be the happiest bot for the next few hours. You're like a drug to him.

He is a gentle, overly concerned about getting hurt. He's too careful and the last thing he wants is for you to end up badly because of his clumsiness, even if often all he wants is to lose control. He guides your movements with servos on your hips, making you give him gentle squats and rub you like a little cowgirl on his shank.

- BUMBLEBEE :

Toy Fetish

Bumblebee definitely has a problem with toys. He likes to experiment a lot with his partner, and what better and safer way than with toys? Every day, every night, he has to try something new, oh yes, it's an obsession. He likes everything, dildos, plugs, clamps, harnesses, vibrators, he always gets different things from who knows what place when they are going to do something. He'll put it on you, and of course he's not going to be curious about what it feels like himself, so toys are a shared use.

He's a sweet guy, but he's not above being dirty. He especially likes to try things on you, your expressions with a particularly large plug, or how you squirm between ropes carefully wrapped around you as he turns up the speed of the vibrator inside you. He lays you across his lap, your two holes occupied with a plug and dildo, handcuffs holding your hands together, and a harness that shuts you up before adding a pair of clamps on your nipples and putting his dowel between your thighs. Then, he presses a vibrator on your clit. He... Definitely takes advantage.

His favorite position is doggy style, he can completely sink his shaft inside you, smacking that soft ass so good. The stimulation brings you both to tears. Almost always his overload accompanies your orgasm, bringing them to ecstasy as if it were their destiny. Bumblebee also likes to use your transfluid as a lubricant, so it's not something either of you worry about, store it disgustingly in a jar, it won't rot like human products.

At the end of the night the bed ends up a mess full of fluid mixture where you two sleep without much trouble. Predictably in the morning you wake up sticky and have to clean up the equipment, change most things and clean all the toys for the next use. It's not so bad, especially when the remote control vibrator comes back looking especially tempting to both of you for the rest of the day.

[savvymantis]

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

Dear Future Husband

Ratchet:

"You leave my husband alone!"

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

Husband.

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

You called him your husband.

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

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

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

Wheeljack:

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

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

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

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

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

How will he question you if you're dead?

"All clear now, sweetspark."

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

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

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

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

Bulkhead:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's a lot!" Miko chimes.

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

Bumblebee:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dragonridernoobie]

For TFP how would each team atobots reaction when they found THE original prediction and not a clone like predaking

Who has been sleeping and been guarding a piece of Primus for many years even at their old age, they just wanted to protect the last thing they have as a family and sort of the reason of the mythology of the world serpent in Norse mythology and quetlaquotal in Mexican mythology by how huge they are

Hmmm, I like the idea, I will try my best. Like I have said before, I am sorry this took so long, I've been busy with my injured arm/hand.

TFPAutobots X OldPrediconReader

Optimus found another artifact location after doing some codes.

So, the autobot team got ready and head out. This time bringing the kids since they believe it would be safe enough.

On their way, Raphael was showing miko, Jack, and Bumblebee how they were going to the location that made the legend of the world Serpent originally came from.

They were excited, we'll miko was since shebwas hoping to see a real life serpent.

Oh, how she will know how her wish came true.

When they got close to the location, they realized how the mountain had some old ruins around it. Lost in time from the jungle around it.

While they slowly go into the ruins, they see art on the side of the ruins walls. It showed some type of creature that was fighting other giant creatures.

Raphael couldn't take pictures to figure out what they were saying since it was so badly run down from time.

When they got closer to the center of the mounting, they saw a gaint predicon laying down, covering the hole room.

It looked offline, but it was as huge as the decpticons warship. This offline predicon has been here for years since it had moss, fallen rocks, rust, and plants growing on it.

In the back of the room is the artifact. A artifact that can regenerate any cybertronian part from nothing.

The team approaches it and looks at it. More ancient text is above it, but again, it's too hard to read because of the years of erosion.

When the autobots grabbed it and started to walk away from it. It suddenly turns on, and let's go a powerful pulse that sent all the autobots back.

Once the autobots are able to get back up, the predicon body moves. Everyone stairs in disbelief as the optics of the predicon body turns on and the body starts to move.

The predicon slowly rises, debri falls while it rises. Once it's at its full height, it stairs down at the autobots.

Its mouth opens, and the most loudest and ear piercing sound comes from it. It suddenly charges a fire breath that causes the autobots to grab the artifact, kids, and run.

The fire stream follows them outside and burns the trees around the mounting temple.

The autobots wasted no time to transform and drive. In the review mirrors, they see the mountain explode and the predicon rises from it.

It roars and takes flight. It chases after them and blows fire. Burning everything. They eventually come to a cliff where there is no riffed at the bottom and no way out.

The predicon lands before them and walks toward them. They prepare for a fight.

Optimus decided to try one last option and prays for it to work.

He steps forward and with his most powerful and loud voice, he interduces himself as pptimus prime, the last of the primes.

The predicon stops and stairs. It growls and a old scratchy voice is heard from the predicon as it speaks.

"Prove it. Show me you are a prime."

So, pptimus opens his chest and shows the all spark. The predicon sees this and lowers it's head.

"Apologies for attacking you. I was only keeping the artifact safe."

Optimus asked why, and the predicon explains they were sent on earth by primus himself to portact the powerful artifical since dark times where to rise soon.

Optimus explains those dark times are the great war. The predicon understands and asks to join Optimus and his mission.

Obviously Optimus excepts. Thought, not even 3 seconds later, miko runs forward and up to the gaint predicon.

"Can you let me ride you! How much do you weigh? Have you ever fought something as big as you? How old are you? Are you a boy or a girl?"

Bullhead had to grab miko to shut her up and apologizes for mikos behavior. Though, the predicon just laughs.

"It seems humans have not changed at all in my 8000 year slumber. Hello little one. Hello to all 3 of you."

Arcee wasent on bored of (Y/N) being on the team because of them almost killing them.

Ratchet as in agreement, but optimus reminded them that they were only doing their job.

Bumblebee says they are excited since they want to ride (Y/N), which caused (Y/N) to say they aren't some creature to ride on.

This is gonna be fun.

[capricorn-writes2]

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

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

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

Gender: Neutral

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

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OPTIMUS PRIME - Autobot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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RATCHET - Autobot

Warning: The doctor is tsundere

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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WHEELJACK - Autobot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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BULKHEAD - Autobot

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[riskyraiker]

hello it’s me againnn! I’m the person that requested the fem reader with tiger alt mode with TFP cons. I was wondering if you could do the same but js with the TFP Autobots? I hope you don’t mind😓

If you can do it again I’d like the same colors, black and white please! Thank you so muchhhh, and thank you for doing my last request!!:D

OH MY I MISSED YOU ALREADY!!! I LOVED THE REQUEST AND NOW IT'S ANOTHER ONE😍😍 Here you go, lovely<3

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Optimus Prime

Isn't sure what to think of you, but if you stand up for them he sees you as an ally.

Is wary of you when you first meet, but show signs of not being the enemy and you're almost immediately on his good side. (Much as Arcee doesn't like it)

The first time he sees your tiger form? He likes your choice of colors and alt form but doesn't show it. (Surprise?)

Questions why haven't you shown it before, but accepted your answer of "Thought you wouldn't need the info"

Now if you were in a relationship he would show his fondness of your alt mode. Ask for pets and you'll get them :D

Sees your alt mode as a power move in fights yet not fully supportive of it being over used in battles

In a platonic way: He cares about you alt mode tiger or not

Romantic way: He loves you too much to put it into words and admires your strength

Ratchet

When he sees you in your bipedal mode he doesn't bat an eye (He does, you look weirdly pretty/handsome)

Show him your alt mode and his optics might pop out right then and there.

Thinks you might be reckless since your alt mode is an animal, BUT if you're calm and collected he might grow on you easier

"Ratch can I help you with something atleast!" You mumble at the medic. "Ep ep ep! You will do no hard labor until I say so!"

Cares about you sooner or later and shows it by being grumpy when you get hurt. (He's just panicking alright?!)

In a platonic way: He would care about your aft like the old dad he is.

In a romantic way: He might say he prefers you instead of the tiger but loves both ways equally.

Bumblebee

you guys are in a war so he doesn't let his guard down until you prove yourself to be on the Autobot side.

When you do he jumps on your back if you're big enough to handle his weight. Rodeo time!

Grew to like you most likely the quickest! And anytime you're in tiger form IN the base he rushes over and pets you behind your ear. (Right where you like it!)

Has your back in the field and if you get hurt he shows some of that scout fighting skill he has.

If you didn't get a berthroom suitable enough for you he let you sleep in his, with you curled up like a dog or lying on your side like a kitty.

In a platonic way: He thinks you're a cool sibling figure! And supports you through anything!

In a romantic way: A flustered little boy! Loves you and won't be afraid to "sting" somebody if they hurt you!

Arcee

Trust issues! So grew on you in the last 3 of the team.

The moment you show your alt mode and haven't told about it she might tell you off, but if you told them before hand she might think you're what the team needs. (More firepower)

If you save her in the battlefield her respect for you does go up, but if you actually get hurt in the process she might let you in and let's her walls go down when she talks to you.

She starts to care about you like she cared for tailgate and cliffjumper. And if she tells you about them it's a sign she trusts you. Take it for granted!

The longer you guys hang out the more attached you get.

She likes you're choice of color. Maybe not her style but it fits you and she won't shut up about it when you get cleaned up the first time.

In a platonic way: she trusts and you trust her. It's a best friend bond, don't break it!

In a romantic way: she lost too much she can't lose you too so she might be stubborn just for your safety, BUT she loves you alt mode different or the same.

Bulkhead and wheeljack (not polyamorous)

Oh these two. You met these two in your alt mode. The moment you show signs of not shooting or attacking they LOVE your alt mode!

Bulkhead likes your coloring while wheeljack admired your sharp teeth that could tear a vehicon apart in a few kliks.

Don't even try to go against the idea of wheeljack riding on your back into battle😭💀

Bulkhead thinks he's too heavy to be on your back but the moment you sprint between his legs get him on your back and run he loves every klik of it!

Wheeljack definitely prefers your tigermode but bipedal works too! Bulkhead loves both styles!

In a platonic way: Bulkhead would carry you when wheeljack has been on your back too much and there's a deep slope on your back. Both care about you like you're a sparkling but now you could tear them apart easily

In a romantic way: Bulkhead gives you pets, pets, pets and pets. Supports you in anything you do (even a walk) and is your support beam in anything. While wheeljack jokes about riding something different which just makes you lose focus in anything you do. (Yes i hc that he has a dirty mind)

Smokescreen

Is containing his excitement, but you could see it on his face he wasn't doing that good of a job when he saw you IN alt mode the first time.

"you're a good guy? Okay AWESOME!" And he's on you, checking your mouth, servos holding your mouth open to look at your teeth until he realizes he's most likely breaking boundaries.

Follows you like a lost puppy when you get to base asking all kinds of questions. (You can make them up i'm too tired for this😭)

If you're outside of your berthroom you are getting petted and stratched 24/7. Not hard to guess by who.

Loves your style and how you chose a tiger as your alt form. I mean a tiger! Look dude they're a tige- okay im rambling. (100% smokescreen energy)

Optimus will still be his number one (unless you start to date.)

In a platonic way: he is now your son. No obligations

In a romantic way: he loves you more than anything he used to love "the most possible" before.

Ultra Magnus

Has his guns on you even if optimus told to stand down. Literally the LAST one to grow on you.

If you're calm and collected, he let's you do whatever you do. If you're a wheeljack no.2 go to patrol!

Save his aft and he might think he's in loooove. (Buries the thought with the heaviest material he can find.)

Takes you on missions if he gets to choose only if you're calm and collected😘

Enjoys your presence when he's known you long enough and won't hold a grudge against you forever.

In a platonic way: he respects you. You're close to optimus on the list.

In a romantic way: he ain't confessing. You do it! He's a commander he stays serious even if it takes everything from him. Takes a while to open into the relationship as well.

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AN: OH MY LORD I'M NOT DEAD?! Here have this when it's 1am local time for me :') HOPE YOU ENJOY TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!!!

[sometimes-you-write]

[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated ]

[ Cybertronian Reader ]

Optimus: How do Bumblebee and Reader usually get out of these messes?

Bulkhead: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

[revelboo]

Hey Revel, would you do some mechs (your choice) finding out that their human has some kind of unexpected and useful skill, please?

My ex has been harassing me and calling me useless and I'd really love to see some positive from my favorite characters. Thank you! 💙

Sure! Don’t pay any mind to the ex. They’re an ex for a reason and it kind of sounds like they’re just trying to make you miserable to be petty

Scenario- fascination

Waspinator x Reader, TFP Bulkhead x Reader, Bluestreak x Reader, Armada Starscream x Reader

Waspinator

• Sighing as a mandible brushes your cheek, you’d long since accepted that you no longer have personal space. Your space is also your clingy bug husband’s space. Arms wrapped around your middle and chin on your shoulder, he watches you mixing the batter with the same rapt fascination he reserves for anything you do. How many times has he watched you stress baking cupcakes? It can’t be that interesting anymore, but he’s fixated on your every move. Like it’s magic to him. Maybe it is. You’ve seen his attempts to cook for you and had to threaten him with violence to get him to stop trying.

• Watching his little mate’s hands as you’d measured mysterious powders and liquids in a bowl, breaking the delicate little eggs, and then mixing it all, he vents against your neck, scenting the sweet organic stuff and you. Knows you’ll then line that metal pan that he’s forbidden from eating with paper things in the little holes then spoon in the mixture. And you’ll make human food. Loves watching you decorate the little things, the way you fuss to make each one perfect, shaping sugary petals and flowers for them even though you’re just going to eat them. You’re happy, so he’s happy even though eating the pretty things makes him sick.

Bluestreak

• “Ta-da,” you murmur, lips twitching in embarrassment as you hold up the flower chain and he leans forward to let you drape it around his neck. Watch him reach up, servos just shy of touching it like he’s afraid he’ll break it and he beams at you. Like you’d just done the coolest thing ever instead of something childish. And your heart skips a beat at his smile, warmth spreading through you.

• You made him something with those soft hands. Burying his face against your neck, he hears you laugh as he tugs you onto your back and he shifts over you. Wanting more. A kiss, to touch you. To love you, but unsure if you’d let him. If you like him that way and he’s too scared to ask. To find out that you don’t. “Thank you,” he murmurs against your skin and you cup the back of his helm as he vents deeply, scenting you and the green scent of the broken flower stems. And the delicate chain will go into his locker with everything else you’ve made for him, his treasures. He’d lost everything when he’d lost his home and family. Hadn’t bothered to collect things, to keep mementos after that, but he wants those things you give him or make him. Because you’re his home, the only thing he needs and the only thing he can’t keep. Wishes he was braver. That he could tell you he loves you, needs you.

Armada Starscream

• Spark warming as you fuss over his mini-cons like they’re yours, he can’t help but imagine you as a carrier with your own sparklings. With his sparklings. It’s become a guilty fantasy that he can’t actually admit to you, that any time he touches you, he’s thinking about sparking you. About trying to. And you’d be such a good carrier, can tell watching you with his mini-cons. Spike stirring at the thought of you sparked with his young, his wings flare slightly.

• Aware of him staring at you, the mini-cons notice too and chirp softly. Leaving the two of you without needing to be asked as everything shifts and you beat. Because you know that look on his face. Know that he’s thinking about sex, about you suddenly. Breathless as he mass shifts and stalks your way, you have no idea what flicked his switch, but you’re not about to complain.

TFP Bulkhead

• Teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you wedge an arm between two armor panels to fish out a shard of metal, you’re aware of Bulkhead trying so hard to be still for you, his deep voice rough. “Thanks again. Didn’t want to bother Ratchet with a little scratch,” he says, a servo brushing your spine and you shoot him a look.

• Venting at that censoring frown, he knows you don’t approve of him avoiding the medic and a proper check up, but he’d rather have your soft hands gently pulling out shrapnel instead of Ratchet’s strong servos. You’re always so careful like you’re afraid you’re going to hurt him, but you’ve also never once dropped a shard down between his plating. Not that Ratchet has, either, but if it’s you or the cranky, old medic? He’ll choose you every time. And there’s the added bonus of your soft form sprawled on him to reach, though he can’t admit that to you. That he loves the feel of you stretched out on top of him, gets flustered just thinking of it, his spike stirring behind his plating to make him shift uncomfortably. Hating that he can’t just say that he wants more than your friendship, that he wants it all. Wants you.

[dragqueenstarscream]

imagine tfp bulkhead trying his best to flirt with you, but he can't quite get it out.

it's not for lack of trying. he knows exactly what to say to make you blush or swoon, and especially laugh. he knows you like the back of his servo. it's just that whenever he tries to say some goofy pick up line, he always winds up making himself laugh instead. he's not trying to, honestly! he can't help it.

it's even worse when you start laughing, too. he's cuddled up with you in your shared berth, and he tries to be sexy, purring some sort of pick up line in your ear, but he can't get the punchline out and makes himself chuckle. him laughing only makes you laugh, because let's be real, his laughter is pretty contagious, and the two of you end up in a fit of giggles.

but hey, even if he couldn't finish his own joke, bulkhead made you laugh, and that's all that matters to him.

[weenwrites]

Can i request how Bee, Bulk, wheeljack would react with a Reader who doesn't have a bot guardian, but finds one in the rival Con of the bots said(ex: Knockout, Breakdown, Dreadwing)?

[ Please do not repost, plagiarize, or use my writing for AI! Translating my work with proper credit is acceptable, but please ask first! ]

Bumblebee

Naturally Bumblebee's distrustful of any Decepticon, and can you really blame him given all his prior experiences with the cons over the course of the war? But outside of where Knockout's loyalty lies, Bumblebee will argue that he's kidnapped and hurt humans before, he's not above torture and other unethical practices, and like a majority of the other Decepticons he's selfish. He's overall a bad influence on you, and Bumblebee will try his hardest to convince you such.

Bulkhead

A lot of people were surprised he didn't get any whiplash with the way his head practically snapped when he saw you being all buddy-buddy with Breakdown. To say that he's concerned for you would be one hell of an understatement, he's struggling to keep himself from pushing you aside from his nemesis even as you try to explain that you're friends. Bulkhead knows Breakdown in a way that you don't, he knows the ugliest, most horrific side of him that you're yet to see, but he wants to keep you as far away from him as possible before you get to see it.

Wheeljack

Dreadwing has earned his respect to some degree, and Wheeljack will give him that, but he'll still hold Dreadwing's past to him and stand starkly against the two of you being friends. He'll argue that you don't understand just how dangerous Dreadwing can be, you haven't seen the stuff he's done out on the battlefield and just how many bots he's killed. He killed Seaspray, he's nearly blown Bulkhead into a billion pieces, heck--he's lost count of how many times everyone's been met with a bomb to the back because of him. Sure he's an honorable Decepticon warrior and abides by some code of chivalry or whatever, but he's still as sneaky and deceptive as any filthy con on that ship, ergo he's not friend-material and you're just too blind to see that.

[chippa44444]

Autobots or Elite Guard (whichever you like best) discover that reader has an ASMR channel and have a hot section. What would be their reactions to their favorite videos/audio and which ones they would use for special nights. 👀

Thank you for your request! English is not my main language so I'm sorry if I make any mistakes!

They Discover Your 'Spicy' ASMR Channel… [Autobots (Optimus' team) x GN!Reader]

"What if... the Autobots (Optimus' team) discovered that their beloved human was secretly running an ASMR channel? And not just any channel—one with a 'hot' section full of soft whispers, breathy kisses, and sensual soundscapes... Here’s how they might react, and which videos they'd secretly use on those... special nights."

CW: suggestive themes, soft intimacy, implied romantic tension. Gender-neutral reader. No explicit content, but sensual/ASMR-based implications. Characters: Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Prowl, Ratchet, Bulkhead (Transformers: Animated)

🔥 Optimus Prime

At first: “Is this... truly your voice?” He tries to remain composed, but his cooling fans spin faster.

His gaze lingers on the screen, processing the intimacy of every whispered word.

“Even a voice alone… can affect me so deeply,” he murmurs.

Favorite video: Gentle, affectionate whispers telling the listener how loved they are.

Special night use: Plays it low while holding you close, his own voice joining in a soft echo—“But I want the real thing, right here... in my arms.”

⚡ Bumblebee

“Wait, wait, wait—THIS is your voice!? Are you serious!?”

Loses his mind over it, especially the kissy-sounding ones—face heating up fast.

“Nope nope nope I can’t—my processor’s overheating!!”

Favorite video: Lots of kiss sounds and playful flirting.

Special night use: Shares a pair of earbuds, pressing his cheek to yours. “This is dangerous... If you whisper like that for real, I’ll melt.”

🌸 Prowl

Watches it silently. Doesn’t react outwardly, but his optics dim slightly. “...Enticing. Dangerously so.”

Finds unexpected peace in your voice—even the heated undertones.

Favorite video: Breath-heavy, meditative whispering with gentle touches implied.

Special night use: Requests the real version—no playback, just you by his side, whispering. “I want your voice in my audio receptors. Not a recording.”

🛠️ Ratchet

“What in the Allspark—! You’re broadcasting this to everyone!?”

Is genuinely scandalized at first… then grows sulky. “Tch. That voice should only be mine to hear…”

Favorite video: Soft nursing and comfort roleplay—your voice caring for the listener’s needs.

Special night use: Keeps one ear open for playback, but pulls you close. “Forget the mic. Just say those things to me directly… dammit.”

💪 Bulkhead

“This is… wow. Warm. You sound really warm and sweet…”

Blushes hard at the more suggestive parts. “U-uhh… I didn’t know sounds could feel so good…”

Favorite video: Sleepy headpats and soothing murmurs—lots of “you did well today” kind of energy.

Special night use: Holds you in a blanket cocoon, plays it once, then whispers, “Say it again… but right into my chest, okay?”