#ironhide x human

[tinydefector]

Hello! How are you? This is my first time requesting so I hope this is okay, but can I request a shorter scenario g1 Optimus, Ratchet, Jazz and Ironhide with a human s/o lives for chaos? They would point at Megatron and say ‘bitch’ just for the reaction. 🩵

Cursing Megatron out

Ps I'm sleep deprived af it's 12am right now and just finished this so enjoy.

Word count: 2.3k

Warning: description of fighting, swearing

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Optimus Prime

They yell loudly as Megatron goes to grab them, they smash him in the face with a tire iron as he is then tackled by Optimus. The Decepticon leader had ruined their date night. They flip him off as Optimus throws Megatron across the ground, his servo wraps around them quickly pulling them closer as they scramble up onto his shoulder. "Eat shit and die Fuck face!" They yell at Megatron. 

Optimus clutched their small form protectively against his plating, battling protocols roaring. Had circumstances been different, the Prime would have roared in fury at your fierce defence against the tyrant but he was dealing with trying to keep them safe. 

Megatron howled, clutching a fist to his dented face as energon streamed between digits. His optics blazed murder, craving nothing more than to snuff the fluttering spark of Optimus' and the human he held so closely. 

"You've made a grave error this day, little beast. No corpse shall hide you from my wrath!" Megatron bellowed, brandishing his fusion cannon as if to raze the very earth. His field screamed promised agony that sent lesser mechs scampering for shelter.

Optimus vented his battle mask into place, tucking them securely against the safety of his backstrut. weapons primed and wrathful fields promising eons of hurt against any who dared to touch his Human.    

"You shall not harm them, Megatron. Leave. now. while your spark yet functions," Optimus warned in a voice low and in a heavy growl that sounded feral and unlike the Prime.

"Maybe you should get Shockwave to give you a facial reconciliation!, oh wait I did it already!" They sneer back from Optimus' shoulder at Megatron. Their teeth are bared at him as they snarl. If anyone else had seen the human they would have thought they were an animal.

Optimus suppressed an amused sigh at their show of fangs, so small yet fearless against the monster terrorising his people for millennia.  Megatron bellowed in foaming rage, lunging toward where they perched upon Optimus's armoured pauldron. "Insolent pest! I shall grind your bones to powder and force-feed them to - aggh!"

A well-placed shot from Optimus's ion blaster struck the warlord, toppling the tyrant shrieking to the dirt. "Last warning, Megatron. Leave. or face me," Optimus rumbled, field pulsing protectiveness intertwined with fierce Protection.  

With a snarl Megatron takes off. Once both Optimus and his human lover settle from the adrenaline and battle protocols. Optimus cradled their small form within his battle-worn servo, venting slow ex-vapor to purge lingering fumes. His optics dimly regarded their fragile body. 

"That was a foolish act of bravery, little one," Optimus rumbled gently, digit carefully brushing across their  forehead and down their cheek admiring their eyes alight with fire. His spark swelled at the determination.  

"Sorry, I..  I got caught up in the moment, he missed me off ruining date night" they huff out while pressing their face into his neck cabling. Their body shakes from the adrenaline. "I hit Megatron with a tire iron" they whisper as it slowly registers in their own brain.

Optimus vented a soft huff of static, equal parts worry and weary amusement filling his field at their admission. "A valiant act indeed, though foolhardy against one as powerful as he," rumbled Optimus, vocals warm with approval despite the danger of the situation. His optics flicker in fondness. “Please do not do that again” 

Ratchet 

 Megatron let's out a horrific scream as he gets electrocuted. He hadn't noticed the humans who had shoved the taser between the plates of his armour. "Get Tazered Bitch, not so fucking tough now huh?" They shout at the downed Decepticon only to be scooped up by Ratchet. Ratchet swept them into his servo with a staticky huff, deftly dodging the warlord's flailing blows as voltage shocks wracked Megatron's colossal frame. His field buzzed approval at their fearless defence of him. 

"Reckless sparkling! You'll deactivate my rusting struts with stunts like that," Ratchet grumbled, though optics shone bright relief beneath grizzled plating. Megatron howled upon the earth, shaking off aftershocks that would crush the stoutest Autobot, madness glinting a terrifying helm snapped halfway 'twixt beast and machine.

Ratchet backed swiftly from flailing reach, hoisting their small form beyond harm's sight. Ratchet takes off transforming around them before he begins scolding the for how stupid they were, how dangerous it was. And the fact Megatron would personally hunt them now.

"Have you any idea how foolish that stunt was?!" Ratchet's engine revved indignantly even as he sped across the scarred earth, his cabin vibrating with barely-suppressed wrath and equal measure relief. 

His sensors remained fixed upon the precious organic cargo nestled within his altforms cab, monitoring vital readings  "Do you want a personal vendetta from Megatron? Because that's how you get a personal vendetta, you glitched little slagger!" Medical scans analysed each minute shift of breath. 

"Reckless, Just...do not scare me so, small one," Ratchet rumbled quietly, worried and care etched in every bolt and wire. 

"He had it coming Ratchet, plus that Amazon taser is getting a 10/10. 'WORKS GREAT, I Tazed a large alien warlord and he screamed like a bitch, will in fact work on creeps on the street' " they laugh while they look in the revision mirror to make sure they aren't being followed by said Decepticon.

Despite himself, Ratchet's engine sputtered an amused huff at their tone - so fearless in the face of giants who had destroyed armies. "Oh I've no doubt - the reviews certainly won't lack colour!" Ratchet agreed wryly, subtly activating scanners to sweep their escape route while watchful optics remained pinned to their reflection. 

His vents sighed relief upon confirming no stalking signatures upon their trail, enemy or otherwise. Swinging wide the Ark's bunker doors, Ratchet transformed with care not to jostle his delicate cargo. Blue optics peered down aglow with a glare "Come now, troublemaker. No more outings for the next month for you while the oaf licks his wounds." His states while guiding them to the medbay. 

“no fair Ratchet!” 

Jazz

They cling onto Jazz as the bot hides behind a boulder, multiple autobots had been out when the Decepticons had attacked. They are held tightly by Jazz as he debates the best possible to get them out of there unscaved.

Jazz vented softly, hugging their form protectively against his plating as pedefalls rumbled outside their scant cover. 

"Ain't nothin' t'fear, li'l light. Ol' Jazz'll getcha outta here one piece, ya feel me?" he murmured soothing static against their ear, subtly scanning surroundings through plating. An opening presented itself, if he could provide distraction just long enough...

Pressing a swift kiss to their forehead, Jazz.” Go, sweetspark! Ain't got but a klik - I'm right behind ya!" Jazz called desperately over the roar of weapons, swerving and banking with abandon to keep pursuers engaged but alive. 

 "Hey ol' buckets 'a bolts! Over here!" With that, he peeled from cover in a burst of speed, transforming mid-leap to present the biggest possible target, tailfins flared wide. Weapon systems engaged, greeting the three pursuing seekers with enthusiastically snarky exclamations as he led them on a merry chase. His sole purpose in those seconds - buy precious time, before sharply veering back toward cover with afterburners blazing. 

They do take off running but stop as they see Megatron advancing towards Jazz. They aren't far from either bot and in a split moment of bravery or stupidity their shoe is off and being flung right at Megatron's helm. "Your shit ass piece of Junk you lay a fucking hand on my boyfriend and I'll rip you apart with a fucking Magnet and plyers, don't you fucking test me you dipper wearing, goofy as looking supervillan wannabe!" They shout. It make the whole battlefield go almost dead silent. " Yea you fucking hear my bucket head, ill make you wish you were rusting!" They shout again. 

Jazz's optics widened in horror behind his visor, witnessing your defiant act through static-laced vision. Fear gripped his struts like freezing polyhexian tundra. 

Megatron's helm barely shifted from the impact, regarding their small form with optics glinting cruel amusement. His cannon charged with purpose to squash resistance as pointless and fleeting as an organic.

"Foolish creature. Your lives mean less than insects" Megatron sneered, taking ponderous steps their way that may as well have been a funeral march. The field around him broadcast murderous intentions that sent even the seasoned warriors around bolting for cover. 

Jazz would not be denied. With a grief-stricken keen that curdled energon in lines, he flung himself between you and that doom-wielding arm aiming to end what meaning he had left. His field pulsed frenzied protectiveness tangled with pleas no words could voice. 

"Ya want 'em, Megs, you'll hafta go through me first! An' I been dancin' this dance a long time..." Jazz spat static. Jazz was quick to get them out of there grabbing them and taking off. It isn't until they were back at the Ark did he finally transform, arms wrapped around them as he gives the a peace of his mind.

Jazz clutched their body against his chest plates long after abandoning the battle site, fleeing farther than ever felt safe from those sworn to end all he had left. His engine roared wildly, fuel pump pounding faster than any sabotage mission's duration against the relief of delivering them from harm. 

Only within the Ark's fortified bunker did his struts unlock enough to collapse wearily to the floor, holding them close as grateful cries and static escaped in equal measure. "Don't you ever fraggin' do that ta me again, ya hear?" Jazz gasped brokenly at last, cupping their face desperately within his quaking palm. His visor glimmered tears unshed, relief and terror warning in equal measure. 

"Can't lose ya...yer all Ah got left in this mess. Please, li'l light...don' scare me like that." Raw emotion clogged his vocalizer to near uselessness, pressing reverent kisses between choked intakes. 

"He was going right for you baby!, I'm not letting the 3 tonne prick hurt you, so what I lost a shoe next time it will be a hydro flask of salt water and I hope it dents his helm" they state as they grab his face plate returning his kisses with fevor.

Jazz huffed a static-tinged laugh at their fierce declaration, so brave yet trembling in his gentle grasp. His cooling fans cycled accelerated drafts, systems still buzzing from terrors faced alone to shield them from doom's sightless gaze. 

"Frag if ya ain't the bravest thing this side'a Cybertron," Jazz rumbled. He pressed his faceplate into their shoulder holding them tightly, not willing to let go yet. Curling them protectively against the humming mass of his spark, Jazz vented shaky ex-vents. "Mah brave, beautiful li'l light...keep shinin' that fire, sweetspark." Jazz whispered raggedly into their shoulder. 

Ironhide 

 Ironhide shoots at Megatron. His human companion latched to his back as he uses his body as a shield so the war lord couldn't get them. But they were making it rather hard as they tried antagonising Megatron. 

"Damn did they build you like a shit box on Cybertron or did you pick this form yourself!" They shout out. 

Ironhide careened across the scarred terrain, engine roaring as his heavy cannons unloaded volley after volley into the Con warlord's encroaching chassis. Megatron's howls shook the earth, armour blistering under Ironhide's righteous fury for daring to threaten his human lashed securely to broad backstruts.

"That's it, slaggertits, dance for me!" Ironhide bellowed back at Megatron. 

Megatron lunged forward through a hailstorm of plasma, cannons charging in a frenzy to end lives denying his rule. But Ironhide spun on a dime, releasing another blast to cave in an optical relay before transforming ram-tight around you both. 

His engine pounded like the Pit below, field alive with devotion harsh as his bearing yet gentle as newborn sparks flickering against red-and-blue armorweave. When Megatron gets too close they lob a can of WD-40 At him which Ironhide shoots cause it to explode in his face. "Get sunbeam shitlips!" They yell in delight as Ironhide takes off with them trying to get to safety.

"That's enough outta you, squishy," Ironhide rumbled, yet his cannons sang in harmony with your unbound spirit. His mission remained unchanged - shield the light of life, defying all forces that sought to smother its radiance. Ironhide's cannon fire consumed the volatile projectile in a brilliant fireball, engulfing Megatron in inferno. As they take off leaving Megatron in a fireball of energon and wounds. 

"Right in the visual output, squishy!. Primus, I think I'm in love," Ironhide roared instatically, tires biting earth as he tore across the ravaged wastes well beyond enemy sensors. His spark soared like the smelting winds of Vos. Ironhide's engine purred a low rumble as his struts unwound, tension leaching from armour plating now safe. His field pulsed weariness, yet underlying it swirled pride and fierce gratitude for your indomitable spirit so small, yet burned brighter than any star.

"Can't say I approve of y'all's antics out there, squishy. But Primus if you didn't frag up that rustbucket good," Ironhide chuckled, copper-sheened plating creaking in amusement. Never had he witnessed such fearless bravery, nor met a soul so worthy of the praise.

"He had it coming, Ironhide!You're not going to tell prime are you?" They had just faced down Megatron and cursed him out yet they were worried over being ratted out. Ironhide's engine grumbled a tired huff, his massive frame unwinding into a sprawl across the barren earth. He transforms lifting them up into his arms

"I'd be a fool to deny you put the fear of Primus in that rustbucket," Ironhide chuckled. "But Prime's got enough weighin' his wires. Don't need him fryin' more circuits over our antics." A digit gently booped their nose, gaze softening. "Your spark burns brighter than all the Well's glory. Ain't no mech takin' that from you - least of all one as glitching as Megs."

"Our secret?" They asked looking up at him.

"Our secret, squishy.” Ironhide replied, massive frame creaking gently as massive fingers curled to cradle them against his chassis.

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[in1-nutshell]

Hmmm do know what we don’t have? ANGST! Picture this: Buddy is a pilot for a giant mecha. Each suit is user specific as they share a psychic connection with their chosen pilot as Buddy generates the power for them similar to the way a spark powers a Cybertronian. They can go months without eating, sleeping, or drinking while they pilot it. But Buddy had a bad encounter with the Decepticons while exploring space which separated them from their squad and left them fearful of revealing their organic nature to the Crew of the Arc. They know the Autobots are good people, but having the Decepticons respond to with fear and violence that left them and their partner so close to death? It’s better to just leave something’s unsaid… even if it kills them that they can’t be honest with their friends

Do we all love a little angst from time to time? The whole mind link thing reminded me of 'Avatar', which in itself is an interesting concept with a mech suit. Since you did not specify the continuity or characters, I randomly selected them. If this is not what you wanted, please let me know.

Hope you enjoy!

Hound, Ironhide, and Prowl’s reaction to Human Buddy in a giant mech suit (with mind linked to it like Avatar)

SFW, angst, mentions of PTSD, mentions of malnourishment and illness (but nothing explicit), happy ending, platonic, Human Reader

The Mech suit was safe. It was Buddy’s safe place. After all, they wouldn’t have survived the Decepticon attack if it wasn’t for the suit. They remembered how the brutal attack was left in the station.

They remembered the screams and yelling.

The sounds of blaring alarms and missiles exploding.

Those awful sounds…

Thank goodness they were found by Cosmos in the space station’s ruins. Buddy only had the mech suit and the airlock pod that had their organic form when he found them.

 As much as Buddy hated the weak form of their organic body was, they still needed it to have this body operational. So, Buddy kept up with appearances on the Arc and guarded the tiny pod with their life. Many bots tried to pry the pod open, but that usually ended up with Buddy’s pede in their chassis.

 A couple of days passed and the warning signs of their organic body failing began appearing. Buddy knew it was important to give the metal body a break but the memories of the attack… it was too much…

They did, however, miscalculate the length of the warnings because one minute they were walking down the halls with one of their bot friends and the next they were staring at the covering of the pod.

Uh oh…

Hound

Hound was so concerned when his friend suddenly fainted. All their biolights off and optics gone offline.

“Buddy? Buddy! Can you hear me!? Don’t worry, I’ll take you to the medbay! If you can hear me keep hanging in there!”--Hound

He scoops them up and is racing to Ratchet for help.

It isn’t until he passes by Buddy’s room, he hears something inside, something coming from the pod. Taking a risk, he went inside the room with the limp body in his servos and looked at the pod.

The pods doors suddenly opened revealing a rather malnourished and exhausted looking human.

“…”--Buddy

“…”--Hound

“… I can explain—”--Buddy

“Why do you sound like Buddy!”--Hound

“Oh this is going to take a bit to explain…”--Buddy

It took some explaining from the human to finally figure out what was happening.

Hound is sympathetic to Buddy’s situation. While he is hurt that they kept this sercret, he has kept secrets too. Hound isn’t able to judge a secret. He is quick to accept Buddy, the bot and human.

He vouches for Buddy when they do come out to the rest of the crew.

“So, your real body is in this pod here and then your mind goes into this body?”--Hound

“Yes.”--Buddy

“… This sounds like a human film I saw one time. I don’t remember the name of it, but it was a rather long one.”--Hound

Ironhide

Ironhide already has his servos on Buddy and is running to the medbay. He is not wasting any time, for all he knows every nanosecond is precious.

“Buddy! Oh Primus—EVERYONE OUT OF THE WAY! SOMEONE GET RATCHET TO THE MEDBAY STAT!”--Ironhide

A moment of silence for the mechs that got trampled by Ironhide trying to get to the medbay.

He doesn’t know what just happened, but he knows that something like this isn’t common.

It’s just Ironhide and Ratchet when he comes in. As Ratchet starts examining Buddy’s body they come to a horrific conclusion, Buddy’s body wasn’t even Cybertronain. In fact, it had some similar human machinery than anything close to their anatomy.

It was a hollow shell.

A soft thud was heard in the medbay. It was coming from out of the pod. A muffled noise was heard from the inside.

“Ratchet, did you hear that?”--Ironhide

“Shh! Quiet!”--Ratchet

…

*muffled* “GET ME OUT OF HERE!”--Buddy

“Did—did that pod just—”--Ironhide

*muffled* “IRONHIDE!”--Buddy

“Yeah, I think it did! Pass me those pliers.”--Ratchet

Ironhide and Ratchet carefully pry open the pod and out popped Buddy.

Everyone is just surprised at what was happening. Ratchet is jumping into action seeing how sickly Buddy looked. Ironhide wants answers but he also knows that this isn’t the time for it.

Buddy does eventually tell him and Ratchet what was going on. Ironhide… he can’t exactly be too angry about this no matter how much this bothers him he can’t.

He knows what it’s like to fear for your life around bots that could potentially end your existence.

Ironhide does talk to Buddy about it.

He vouches for Buddy when they tell everyone else on board.

“Kid, go on and sleep. It’s been a long day even by Autobot standards.”--Ironhide

“I’m okay ‘Hide.”--Buddy

“Kid that’s not a suggestion. When was the last time you slept?”--Ironhide

“…”--Buddy

Buddy starts sprinting in the opposite direction.

Ironhide is close behind.

“GET BACK HERE AND SLEEP!”--Ironhide

“NO!”--Buddy

Prowl

Prowl is internally freaking out when Buddy’s body goes slack. He is quick to hoist them on his back.

“Buddy? Buddy?! Now’s not the time for your games! Primus, Ratchet!”--Prowl

He is quick to comm in Ratchet and escorts them to their room as it was the closest. Prowl is not expecting a tiny human to come crawling out of the pod looking half dead. He had his sneaking suspicions about the pod and all of the human references Buddy had made, but he thought he might have been a bit too paranoid.

“…”--Buddy

“…”--Prowl

“I can explain—”--Buddy

“You BETTER START!”--Prowl

Ratchet was so close to exiting out of the room when he saw Prowl arguing with a malnourished human with Buddy’s discarded body in a corner.

It takes a bit for Buddy to explain as they are trying hard to stay awake. Prowl while he wants all the answers, he backs off seeing how Buddy is. After Ratchet helps patch them up Buddy does their best to explain everything.

Prowl has conflicted feelings about Buddy hiding their identity.

On one servo he is angry.

How could Buddy hide such important information from everyone, from him?

On the other he is understanding.

He can’t count the number of times where he had to lie low in fear of triggering the enemy.

Not that he would ever admit that.

Prowl does give Buddy some space to decide on his feelings of this new discovery.

He does make up his mind and stands by Buddy as they explain everything to the rest of the crew.

“Was what we had… was it real?”--Prowl

“Prowl, all that I said was true. None of it was fake.”--Buddy

“…How can I trust you?”--Prowl

“You shouldn’t… but if things seemed fake on your part—”--Buddy

“No, no my feelings were true.”--Prowl

“Friends?”--Buddy

“Friends.”--Prowl

“… What in the Pits did I just witnessed?”--Ratchet

[blackgirlfandomwriter]

Sneaking Out Shortcanon (Bayverse Ironhide)

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~ Being a 22-year-old college student that still lived with their parents was annoying, to say the least

~ Even though you're an adult, your parents still follow the "My house, My rules" saying.

~ Meaning your curfew..... was 10 o'clock 😐

~ At first Ironhide had to beg and bribe you to sneak out with him

~ Literally 🤣

~ To his benefit, you eventually gave in 

"Come on Y/N, what could your parents really do? Ground you?"

"Fine, fine I'm coming"

~ When you first snuck out it was nothing more than a long drive accompanied by a loving conversation 

~ He literally just needed your presence that night 🥺

~ After this, sneaking out became more frequent for you

~ Ironhide even started taking you back to base with him

~ Not to mention, sneaking back in was way easier than you thought

~ No motion sensors or alarms!?!? Oh yeah, you were all set 🤣

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Gift for @textbook-machismo 🖤

Momma Charge and Ironhide❤🙌

Hope u like it-- 😭

(Struggeld so hard with Hide--)

[mskenway97]

Okay people there is something that I have been thinking about for several days.

I have some ideas ready.

The first one is sythn en that it affects the autobot leader, valveplug completely.

The second heat cycle, I did it with optimus I had thought with ironhide.

[pickledpascal]

Love’s Train

Chapter Ten: 2021, Spring Break: In For a Pound

Warnings: getting drunk, smut, bad flirting.

Word Count: 6.4k

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As a sort of apology for last night–early morning, rather–Nate had their friends make breakfast for Quinn. Of course, they made some food for themselves but the picnic they wanted to have was for Quinn. She did let them into her house while her parents were away for the week and they’d started off on the wrong foot with the Autobots. The notion of breakfast immediately put Quinn in a good mood when Miles woke her. They walked together outside and Quinn had to rub her eyes at the sight in front of her eyes. Bumblebee, Optimus, and Ratchet were sitting outside near the table where all the food was set on while Ironhide stayed inside the barn. It looked like a feast. When did Quinn have this much stuff in the fridge? 

“Looking good, Captain.” Bee winked as he sat back, his feet swinging from side to side. When did her friends meet Bumblebee? Maybe it was during the fiasco from last night. Quinn didn’t remember. 

At the comment, Quinn glanced down at her clothes. They were her regular sleep clothes–a pair of soft shorts and a bra that looked sort of like a crop top. Nothing special. She cocked her head at Bee before she saw Optimus. Who was staring right at her.

Oh.

Oh.

Quinn immediately crossed her arms over her chest and sat at the table with her friends. She forgot she threw off her shirt after Andi and Liza left her room so Optimus hadn’t seen her like that yet. Or at all. Her friends were already digging in with Miles only having a taste for toast, Nate gorged himself on bacon and sausage, Liza had a healthy balance of everything on the table while Andi had some eggs and toast. As Quinn started to take her first few bites of her meal, conversation started up.

“So… we’re using that pool at least once while we’re here, right?” Miles asked, a piece of toast in their mouth as he looked around at the table. 

Andi nodded as soon as the words left their mouth. “Why have a pool in the first place? Actually… We should totally hang out in the pool tonight.” She suggested, winking at Quinn. It was like she knew where Quinn’s thoughts were going. 

Optimus was most likely going to be watching over them while Bee joined in on the fun, much like a father would with his children. Except that meant he would also be able to see Quinn in a bathing suit. It wasn’t the first time but that time wasn’t so deliberate. Andi would make sure this time it would be deliberate. To put Quinn in a bikini or something that showed as much skin as possible, it was fair to assume Optimus was like most men in that regard. He just happened to be thirty feet tall and made of metal. Wasn’t that big of a difference. 

“Agreed.” Liza said quickly with excitement in her eyes. She couldn’t wait to use the pool and just lay back in the water, floating.

The light of the day came and went, signaling when it was time for the humans to party. And when a party happened, it was customary for them to get drunk as hell. Except for Andi, she usually didn’t drink but it sure was fun to watch her friends lose their minds and act like children while intoxicated. Under the intense suggestions of her friends, Quinn did wear one of her more revealing swimsuits. An orange and green tropical patterned bikini with the bottoms having heart cut-outs at the hip while the top had string tied around Quinn’s neck to have it stay properly in place. She tied it a few times with the intention of not wanting to accidentally flash anyone. 

“You look positively dashing, darling.” Liza joked in a British accent, adding a wink at the end as she saw what Quinn changed into. She wore a simple one piece in a deep blue. It was like those ones a lifeguard would wear, more akin to a bodysuit than something worn for swimming. 

Miles beckoned them all outside, “Your brother got us all the good stuff.” They waved a hard lemonade in the air with a smirk on their lips.

Quinn shook her head as she crossed her arms, looking around at the scene outside. Nate was on a floatie with a red solo cup in his hand as the floatie drifted in the water. Andi was in the middle of a talk with Bee about…. Well, bees and Liza ran past Quinn to jump into the pool, making a big splash. Nate pursed his lips as water sprayed on his body, agitation making itself known in the pools of his dark eyes. 

Her friends were having fun so why shouldn’t she? Quinn grabbed a beer from the cooler and twisted the cap open, throwing it in the trash before she took a sip. 

As soon as the first drop hit her tongue, something shifted within her. 

She’s had alcohol plenty of times before, she’s twenty-two now so that gives her legality to both purchase and drink alcohol. This was different. The times Quinn would drink, it usually wasn’t for the purposes of getting drunk or to do something she’d regret in the morning. It was just because her friends were and she needed to retain some level of sobriety to watch over them. She was pretty good at it.

Now that Quinn wasn’t the one having to watch over others, she could care less.

When music started to play from Miles’ speaker, something inside Quinn’s mind started to buzz. She could barely even register her body starting to move along to the beat until Andi and Liza started to cheer. As the upbeat song ended, Quinn found herself laying on a pool chair and staring up at the night sky with a beer bottle sitting next to her. 

“The moon is so pretty.” Quinn gushed, her hands sitting folded on her stomach. A buzzed flush was starting on her cheeks, leading all the way down to her chest. She had quite a lot of beer. “I wish I could kiss her.” She pouted.

Andi chuckled off to the side of her and nodded. “You wanna kiss the moon? Not Optimus?” She asked with a smirk.

It was fun to Quinn like this. She was naturally funny already but to see her so plastered that she didn’t think before she spoke was even more hilarious. Quinn was usually so calculated, anxious that if she said anything wrong the person she said it to would despise her for the rest of their finite life. There was so much lurking behind those glasses and layers of miss matched tattoo ink.

“I want to kiss Optimus!” Quinn whined as she shook her head then giggled. “I want to do more than just kiss him, though.” Now this caught the attention of Liza and Andi while Bee just laughed as he listened. “Y’know, Ratchet said there’s ways we can fuck! He did say ‘safe.’ But if I’m gonna have sex with a thirty foot robot who has a voice that does things to me then I’d rather he would rail me into oblivion.” She hummed. Looked like Quinn was a horny drunk, huh.

Quinn’s little spiel made everyone start laughing. Except for Nate who just looked disappointed, letting out a small laugh after he couldn’t contain it anymore. And well…

It just so happened that Optimus chose to leave the barn and make his way to the pool while Quinn was in the middle of her tangent. He was standing near the far end of the pool, away from where Quinn was but he could hear everything as clearly as if he was standing right next to her. Andi lifted her hands to her mouth while Quinn cocked her head at her friend, not registering what had her looking so shocked. 

Then Quinn followed Andi’s line of sight and saw Optimus. He was standing quietly, the only noises he was emitting were from the mechanisms whirring inside him. “Oh hi, Prime!” Quinn waved happily. Her embarrassment filter left her when she was drunk. Maybe that was a good thing or else Liza was sure Quinn would have died on the spot if she was sober. Slowly, Optimus approached the human. His human. He knelt down behind the pool chair and watched as Quinn bent her neck to be able to see him as she layed. “You’re so tall.” Quinn hummed, catching his gaze in her own eyes. “I wanna climb you.”

Andi buried her head in her hands as those words left Quinn’s mouth. Maybe it was time to cut off Quinn for the night, they had been at the pool for a few hours at that point. 

Optimus looked around at the others in the pool. “I suggest all of you go inside and get some sleep. I’ll deal with this one.” He sounded like a father at that moment, scolding his children for having a party while he wasn’t there to watch them. 

Without any complaints, each of them retreated into the house while Bee transformed into his car form and drove to the front of the house. Whatever was about to happen, he didn’t want to be anywhere near them when it happened. Quinn, on the other hand, pouted. 

“But my friends!” Quinn whined, reaching out for Andi as she disappeared inside the house. 

Optimus picked Quinn up from her pool chair with both hands, one underneath the other while she sat up a little and frowned. At least she remembered to readjust herself so she wouldn’t fall from his grip. “You and your friends have had enough. Your blood alcohol content level is well above the acceptable level.” Optimus explained, optics running over Quinn’s figure as he made his way to the barn that he inhabited. It seemed as if she had other plans before getting sidetracked by her intoxication. A shame, really.

Quinn groaned in response, leaning into one of Optimus’ fingers. “I’m not a kid.” She complained with her arms crossed. 

“I know, soul spark.” Lord, did Optimus know that a little too well. His optics flicked from Quinn’s face to her chest. The bikini did nothing but enhance her chest and Optimus couldn’t not look. “But part of being soulmates is taking care of each other, is it not?” Quinn already did her part in full. She gave him and his Cybertronian brothers freedom, it was only fair Optimus would spend the rest of their lifetime together trying to live up to that. 

Quinn yawned, feeling her body start to shut down now that she wasn’t continuously having beer. “I guess so.” She hummed, eyes drowsy. Not more than a few seconds later, Quinn fell asleep in Optimus’ metallic palm.

“Should we leave?” Ratchet asked while in the middle of recalibrating Ironhide’s cannons. They were having a bit of trouble appearing when he wanted them to. 

Optimus could tell what Ratchet was insinuating. He did have certain plans that he wanted to enact that day but it wasn’t meant to be, it seemed. The Autobot leader shook his head as he turned to the small loft Quinn put a bed on. She mostly used it when she was working on cars or Cybertronians alike and it started to get late, it was far closer than trying to sneak back into the house and running into counters or tables in the middle of the dark. Optimus set Quinn on the bed as gently as he could, lifting the covers over her.

Ironhide let out a small chuckle and looked up at Optimus with a sly smirk. “You really do like this human huh?” He teased.

“Of course he does, what’s your head made of? A bag of bolts?” Ratchet smacked the back of Ironhide’s head. Even though Ratchet was the doctor of the Autobots–literally an ambulance in his other form–that didn’t mean he had the patience to deal with his colleagues. “They have the marks to prove it.” He pointed out.

Ironhide grunted in response to the smack, rubbing the back of his helm. “You really need to work on your anger issues.” He countered.

“You need to stop messing up your cannons so I don’t need to keep fixing them anymore.” Ratchet hissed.

Optimus raised his hand, suddenly stopping all their bickering. “I would appreciate it if both of you remained quiet for the rest of the night.” He growled in a whisper, glancing back at Quinn to see if she was awake. She did shift a little but as far as he could tell, she was still asleep. “Both of you act as if you were sparklings yesterday when you’re together.” He rolled his optics as he shook his head in frustration.

—----

Feeling as if something was wrong, sun sifting through the shades in small strips, Quinn slowly opened her eyes. She felt wet? Not exactly wet but that feeling after not properly drying yourself when you’re in water for a long time. Her hair felt heavy against her head. As she gained her consciousness, her eyes darted around her environment. This was not her room. But at least it was familiar. Quinn let out a relieved breath as she realized she was inside the barn. Her barn–well, it was more like Optimus’ barn. She sat up hesitantly and grimaced when she saw that she was still in her swimsuit. 

No wonder she felt wet. 

Quinn tried to stand but her legs felt wobbly. What did she do last night? Her head felt dizzy, a hand was there to keep her upright though. “Optimus!” She squeaked. How did a thirty foot tall robot with loud mechanisms sneak up on her? 

“Ratchet has informed me you may be experiencing ‘hangover’ symptoms after the amount of alcohol you ingested last night.” Optimus explained as he took his hand away when he felt Quinn was well enough to stand on her own. “It would be wise to not make the same decisions tonight.” He said softly, his optics softening their gaze.

Quinn let out a breath and nodded, with the headache that was starting to form behind her eyes…. She’d have to agree with Optimus on that one. “I… I need to shower.” She sighed before the Autobot helped her down from the loft by cradling her in his metal palm. Quinn began to walk out of the barn before Optimus stopped her.

Did he look nervous? He coughed after a moment while Quinn looked up at him expectantly. “I would like to take you on a date tonight.” Optimus finally said, kneeling down in front of her. “As it is customary for Earthlings to do before they have sex. Would you be agreeable to that?” Quinn blinked at his words, almost coughing from the shock. As far as she knew, not many people announced to their partner that they planned to fuck them later. It was as if it was the most normal thing in the world to say for him. 

“Um, I would.” Quinn nodded, feeling the heat rush to her cheeks. She was thankful no other Autobot was in the barn with them or else that would make her all the more flustered. 

The human quickly scurried out of the barn after that conversation, causing Optimus to let out a small chuckle. Quinn was such a cute and beautiful little creature but she also exhibited such strength and intelligence, whether it was in a council room filled with sides that opposed hers or being able to recalibrate an alien weapons system that was far above anything she’s ever seen before. Yes, Optimus was thankful to the universe Quinn was his soulmate. He couldn’t wait to do things to her, he would do anything to please her.

—----

“I can’t fucking believe you’re going on a date with a truck!” Nate exclaimed as he paced around the living room. He cared for more than Quinn’s brother did, but he knew Optimus for a longer time than any of her friends so he trusted the Autobot. 

Andi let out a light laugh and shook her head. “I mean, have you looked at him? He’s hot.” She argued with a shrug while taking a look at Quinn.

Quinn was cleaned and showered, her hair still a little damp from the water. She usually liked to air dry it. At the moment, she was wearing some sweatpants and a loose t-shirt. Nothing too fancy but she wanted to tell her friends to try and get some sort of advice. She’s never been on a date before or done anything intimate with another person before. In Optimus’ case, a robot. They wouldn’t have much knowledge about that but all of her friends have been on some sort of date. That’s where she needed the most help.

“He’s still a truck.” Nate narrowed his eyes slightly before he shook his head. “Does he even have a dick? I feel like we would have seen it already with how massive he is.” He hummed, his eyebrows furrowing in thought. Quite a weird thought.

But it seemed to raise the same question in the minds of everyone else in the room, their heads turning to look at Quinn. Out of all the humans on Earth, she would know.

Quinn stared blankly for a second and pursed her lips. She didn’t know for sure, she has had a few hints at the possibility though. “I dunno–I mean, Ratchet has kind of dropped hints but I–I’ve never seen it.” She admitted, averting her gaze from her friends. 

“You guys always forget that you can please women in other ways. You don’t need a dick.” Miles spoke up, rolling their eyes at the naivety in front of them. Straight people were always so…. Dick-orientated when it came to sex. They never were that creative. 

Liza cocked her head then nodded, “Yeah, that’s true.” 

Feeling the embarrassment starting to reach peak levels, Quinn slid down the couch in hopes that it would eat her alive. She did ask for this. She told them about Optimus’ plan though even she didn’t know all of the details of what the night would entail. Just the general act of sex which could mean a lot of different things. Even more so when an Autobot was the one who made the plan in the first place. Maybe Quinn was naive when it came to the topic of sex regarding any sort of Bot, she knew about their anatomy but not that well it seemed. Ratchet, on the other hand, was sure they could copulate somehow. That’s when Quinn remembered Ratchet referred to something as an ‘attachment’.... Could that mean–? Yeah… huh.

“Either way, we need to get Quinn ready for this date. Or, uh, as ready as she can be.” Andi chuckled, pulling Quinn up from her spot on the couch. It was the middle of the day already so they needed to work kinda fast in order to get her ready in time. 

By ready, Andi did not mean mentally. She couldn’t really mentally prepare to get railed by a three story tall robot with a hand that could comfortably hold her if she sat in his palm. Instead, Andi, Liza, and Miles took it upon themselves to sift through Quinn’s closet to see if she had any clothes that screamed ‘I know you wanna fuck me and I wanna fuck you too.’ In the end they settled on a hot vintage-goth style, every piece of clothing happened to be black. Quinn’s friends waited outside as she changed until the door creaked open and she appeared from behind it. Her outfit consisted of a black corset top with short sleeves, a pair of black high-waisted bell bottoms with white stitchings, and simple black heeled boots. Her makeup was of a similar vein, smudged eyeliner with a white shimmer in the inner corner and a deep red color graced her lips.

Miles nodded, confident their work was satisfactory. “Hot.” They winked with a sly smile. One thing about Miles is that they will flirt with practically anyone even if their relationship with a person was purely platonic. 

Liza hummed in agreement, “If I didn’t have a strict no ‘friends with benefits’ rule, then I would try with you.” She admitted with a slight shrug.

They were really trying their best to boost Quinn’s ego. Nothing else worked that well. This didn’t work well either besides having Quinn laugh, letting a bit of relief off her shoulders. That helped her let loose. Not by much but any sort of lightness was welcome. 

“I don’t think any of us have a chance against Quinn’s literal soulmate.” Andi rolled her eyes, crossing her arms as she looked at her fellow friends. “Not to mention he has the deepest voice I’ve heard and it… That’s hot.” She admitted before she glanced at Quinn, “Sorry.”

Quinn let out a light laugh and nodded in agreement. “No, it’s okay. I agree.” She shrugged with a chuckle.

Being with her friends, being able to joke about her love life just felt… normal. For once in her life, it felt normal. No more hiding in her room whenever Optimus called her or avoiding the ‘boyfriend’ question with her friends. Not anymore. That didn’t necessarily mean she would stop being shy about it though. Just for tonight she’d be exempt from that flustered feeling and exchange for some sense of confidence. Soon, they could see some bright headlights shining through the window.

That had to be Optimus. 

“Looks like your ride is here.” Andi teased, sending Quinn an over exaggerated wink. Like one that would be seen in a cartoon or a really cheesy rom-com. 

Quinn gave Andi a disappointed look as she shook her head even when a smile managed to crack on her lips. “I’ll get you back for that.” She narrowed her eyes as she began to make her way down the stairs and out of the house.

Optimus was in his truck form, evident by the fact that his headlights were on and at ground level. And, well, you can’t not see a truck. Especially in such vibrant colors. His driver door was already opened, awaiting Quinn to climb inside. As she climbed in, the door automatically closed behind her. The sight that awaited her was one she didn’t expect. In the passenger seat of the truck sat a bouquet of colorful flowers and a heart-shaped chocolate box.

“I heard it was customary to bring gifts on the first date.” Optimus spoke through the radio but something was off about his voice. Was he… nervous? He had teased Quinn for months at this point and now he was nervous? Maybe it was just the fact that he wanted this night to go as smoothly as possible, for the both of them.

Quinn grabbed the flowers and breathed in the scent as the truck began to move. They seemed to be fresh with how good they still smelled and that they weren’t wilted. “Where did you get these?” She asked, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. A robot-truck simply couldn’t just walk into a store and buy these things and if Optimus did decide to do that then it would be all over the news by now. Unless he had some sort of hologram he could make, something like what Starscream or Arcee had. It helped them blend in better when driving–or in Starscream’s case, flying. 

“I had Sam and Bumblebee pick them up.” Optimus said simply, not wanting to explain anything further. She should have guessed as much. Either way, it was nice to know Sam and Bumblebee got over the shit driving them apart. They remained quiet for a few minutes, unsure how to continue until Optimus spoke up yet again, “You look quite… attractive.” He could have said the million other things inhabiting his processor but that was the most tame out of all of them. 

The things this human did to him–he didn’t think they were possible. No one, Cybertronian or human, has ever affected Optimus to this degree. Perhaps his mind was so concerned with the civil war of his people that he was too distracted to even try to have a romantic life. The safety of his world and other worlds across the galaxy was deemed so much more important than his own life that he forgot the most important thing about his fight. To be able to truly live. Quinn awakened that in him and he couldn’t thank her enough for it. 

“I could say the same for you, Prime.” Quinn chuckled softly as she caressed the leather of Optimus’ steering wheel. She always loved that the Autobot insignia was in the center in a bright silver color. “I mean, your mask…” She trailed off, a vivid image of it in the forefront of her mind. She would think about it constantly, more than she would ever admit to anyone. Anyone who wasn’t Optimus himself.

Optimus went so silent at the comment that Quinn started to get worried that his processor had shut off but if it had he would have stopped driving. “... I’ll keep that in mind.” He finally said.

Well, shit. He was definitely gonna use that against her.

Soon, the truck looked as if it was going to run into a grassy mountain but before Quinn could even think to shield herself, an opening appeared to a tunnel that led inside the mountain. She leaned forward to look around at the surroundings. It looked like an old military bunker… with some added upgrades. As Quinn exited the truck to let Optimus transform, she took her gifts with her and looked around. Everything was super-sized. Perfect size for Cybertronians like Optimus. Wait. 

“Is this… what I think it is?” Quinn asked as she turned back to Optimus to look up at him, holding her flowers against her chest.

Optimus nodded, helping Quinn up to a ledge that could make her level with him. She set her things on a desk to grab them later. “As much as I appreciate your parents' hospitality, I can tell my friends have become restless sitting around in that barn.” He explained softly, caressing Quinn’s cheek with his metallic thumb. “This way, we can carry out any missions regarding Decepticons. Or any other sort of threat to the Earth.”

“Sounds wonderful but you don’t have governmental clearance for this, do you?” Quinn asked, crossing her arms as she looked up at Optimus’ face. Even though she was on a raised platform, Optimus’ face was still a few feet taller than her. 

The Autobot shrugged guiltily, “Not exactly. Colonel Lennox knows and has notified some of his superiors but no, the government has not given us permission for this.” Optimus let out a fabricated sigh and tilted up Quinn’s chin a little more. “Either way, with permission or not, I will not have this planet destroyed because some humans do not see us as a valuable asset.” Keeping this planet safe from any Decepticon threat was one thing, but to keep it safe for Quinn was an entirely different thing. Optimus cared for the humans–most of them–but now he had an emotional tie to one of them. 

Quinn smiled, a light chuckle escaping her vocal chords. That sounded like Optimus. She wouldn’t have it any other way. Optimus narrowed his optics in fascination as he moved his finger to sit underneath Quinn’s bottom lip. There were moments where all he could think about were her lips, the deep shade of pink they usually were but not then. The red color they now were made them look all the more enticing. 

Optimus leaned his head forward, catching Quinn in a deep kiss. One that made the cooling fan inside him whir to life. The human had to cup his jaw with both her hands to try and anchor herself. Taking a breath, Quinn pulled away from Optimus’ lips. Optimus, on the other hand, had a different plan. He pulled Quinn closer to press his lips against the expanse of her neck and shoulders instead, he was planning on leaving bruises. The prospect of it made Quinn gasp, grasping onto the sides of his face plates. With the way Optimus was cradling her in his hand and dragging his lips along her shoulder, it was starting to do things to her. She could feel a heat igniting within her. The kind that made her want. 

"Optimus…." Quinn sighed, it was almost strained. She could feel herself want to whine and she almost did. 

The robot retreated from her skin and hummed, already missing the softness of her neck compared to his metal plating. "Soul spark, I need you. More than words can express in any Earthly language." He whispered as he pressed his forehead against Quinn's. 

"Then… show me?" Quinn asked softly. Similarly to what Optimus did earlier, she ran her thumb underneath the metal plates that made up Optimus' lips. They were far more warm than the rest of his face, perhaps some of her heat transferred to him. She looked up at the optics staring down at her and teased softly, "I did overhear you and Ratchet talking about different ways you could please me as safely as possible." 

A puff of smoke escaped the exhaust pipes from Optimus' back. So that was how he blushed. "Well, I wanted to know how to please you. And Ratchet gave some… educational information." He hummed, not looking at Quinn for a moment.  

Boldly, Quinn cocked her eyebrow with a smirk on her lips, "Was it helpful?"

Optimus narrowed his optic lenses and let out a hum before he scooped up Quinn in his hand. "Perhaps I should show you just how helpful it was then." He whispered with a cocky tone as he walked to a room connected to the main area. His voice gave Quinn shivers that ran down her spine. Compared to that, this room seemed to be a bit less military in nature. He set Quinn on another platform, far shorter than the one in the other room, before he sat on the floor to make himself level with her. "Undress, my soul spark." He ordered, optics fixed on her form.

The look Optimus was giving her made her feel the fire inside her start to rise. Quinn nodded silently and began to take off her shirt first, unzipping it with no trouble at all. It seemed even the universe was on her side, not wanting her to feel embarrassed if it accidentally got stuck on the fabric. She quickly discarded her shoes alongside her socks and shirt before she started to unbutton and unzip her pants. It was sort of exciting, having Optimus staring at her so attentively. A hungry look in his eyes. Quinn stared back at Optimus, clad in just some lingerie. A matching pair in a deep red color, eerily similar to the shade on her lips. 

"I never said you could stop." Optimus hummed softly, leaning closer to the platform to press a finger under Quinn's chest to lift her bra from her shoulders. He had little patience for the 'real' way to take off a bra. In all honesty, he wouldn't have cared if it ripped half under his grip. Quinn gasped as she instinctively raised her arms in front of her chest to cover herself. "There we go." Optimus sounded satisfied before he used the same finger to snap off her underwear without using much force at all. "Much better."

A shiver went down Quinn's spine after being fully relieved of all her clothes. She hadn't done anything like this so she felt more exposed than she thought she would have if she's had any intimate relationship before this. Well, Quinn also hated even being naked in the comfort of her own room. 

As if Optimus could sense it, he gave the human a light smile. "You look beautiful, soul spark." He whispered, his thumb caressing the expanse of Quinn's waist. "As much as I would love to worship every inch of skin on your body, I need you now." This was where Quinn would finally know just what kind of parts Optimus had. 

He scooped up Quinn's naked form and set her in between his legs. She could hear some shifting going on within Optimus. That's when she noticed the extra metal plates covering his crotch era started to retreat into the rest of his body to reveal an almost three foot long dick. The human blinked, unsure what to think. Sure, it made sense. Proportionally. But to actually see such a thing, to have it inside her? She didn't think it was possible. Ratchet, on the other hand, knew of some way for it to be possible or else why would he have told Optimus? Quinn had to admit, the sight made her mouth start to water.

Suddenly, Optimus' mask started to form over the bottom half of his face. It clicked into place, leaving his optics staring down at Quinn. Her heart jumped a few beats at the sight. She knew it. 

"Come here, soul spark." Optimus hummed, his voice sounding much more dark than usual. Possibly because of the mask? He helped the human climb up in between his legs with both hands to then cradle her back.

Quinn swallowed thickly as she glanced from Optimus' cock and his face. "I haven't… I don't think that will fit." She said softly, biting at her lip.

"There's no need to worry." Optimus let out a light chuckle, caressing her cheek with the back of his index finger. 

A bit of steam escaped his exhaust pipes while Quinn could hear the mechanisms beneath her working double time. The length of Optimus' dick started to shorten. She didn't think that was possible but then again, there were still a lot of things she didn't know about Cybertronians. It became a more sensible length for Quinn. A little less than a foot. Still a little more than what the human body could take but better. Quinn pursed her lips and nodded while Optimus caressed her back slightly. He gently guided her down onto his dick, letting out a light sigh from beneath his mask.

Quinn, on the other hand, was going crazy. Her brain felt as if it turned to white noise, she didn't know what to think. Well, besides the fact that she felt so good and wanted so much more. "Fuck." She whined softly. She fit as much as she could, a few inches left out but it seemed Optimus was in as much bliss as she was so he didn't care. His cock was so hard too–a given since it was made out of metal much like the rest of him. 

"Good girl." Optimus whispered softly, his fingers spreading across the expanse of Quinn's back as his optics ran down her body. "Beautiful." He hummed as Quinn started to move as well as she could. His voice sent goosebumps down her back. Optimus could tell what his voice did to her. 

Quinn panted softly as she planted her hands on Optimus' thighs to ground herself. "Optimus…! Fuck." She whined softly while Optimus ran his thumb in between her chest. Quinn could feel that fire inside her start to roar, centering itself in her stomach. 

For the first time either of them have done something like this, Optimus had a handle on everything. He treated Quinn so gently, simply admiring her body with soft caresses and small whispers of how good she was being for him. It made her heart melt, as well as making her head feel all fuzzy with the praise. Sure Optimus had given Quinn compliments before, usually on the way she'd handle a council on a particularly hard day for her but nothing quite like this. As they both started to reach the peak of what they could take, Optimus' exhaust pipes began to continuously expel some of the steam building inside him. At the same time, his cooling fans started to work double time. They were so loud Quinn could hear them. She would have thought they were endearing if she wasn't riding Optimus like her life depended on it. 

Eagerly, Quinn moved faster as she felt her orgasm approach. "Fuck… I'm…" She moaned, panting as her heart was beating fast. Breathing was hard but not in a way she didn't like. 

Optimus used his other hand to softly cup the side of Quinn's head. "Let go, soul spark." He whispered. Who was he to deny being able to see the height of Quinn's pleasure? If he did it would be like denying the universe the ability to create life. "Cum for me." 

His voice reverberated inside Quinn's body as she whined in response. Something about how deep it was just… it made her feel, made her want to do whatever he told her. "Fucking hell…" She breathed just as she felt her orgasm hit her, a loud moan escaping from her lips.

"There you go. Such a good girl." Optimus hummed in appreciation, brushing a few of his fingers through Quinn's hair.

—---

It wasn't until the middle of the day when Optimus and Quinn returned to her home. She exited the truck, her legs still feeling awfully wobbly from the previous night. Optimus quickly transformed and held her upright, a smug look in his optics. Bee was outside, arms crossed as he stared at the pair. He shook his head and walked into the barn, he didn't want to see either of them until the thought of them fucking wasn't at the forefront of his mind. It was… weird to think of it.

"Please rest today, I have a feeling I still went hard on you without meaning to." Optimus said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to the side of Quinn's head. 

Blushing, Quinn nodded with a light laugh. She didn't know of many people who had to take time out of their day to recover from having sex. And certainly not with an alien species. "I will." She promised before making her way inside the house.

She was met with her friends sitting on the couch, prepared to ask some questions. They wanted to know everything. While Quinn wanted to keep some things a secret….

[ragingbookdragon]

I Do My Hair Toss, Paint My Nails

Bayverse Transformers x Reader Blurbs

Word Count: 1.7K Warnings: Explicit Language

Author's Note: I fucking wrote TF fanfiction omg. Enjoy! -Thorne

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Ironhide:

It’s only the fourth glance she takes out the window that has her nail tech snorting. “Are you worried someone is going to steal your boyfriend’s truck?”

She startles at his words, barely missing the drill bit going into her skin around her nail as she replies, “Huh?”

“You keep looking at the truck,” he says. “It’s your boyfriend’s, isn’t it?”

Her cheeks begin to warm as she swipes a fifth glance at the black GMC. “What makes you say it’s my boyfriend’s? It could be mine.”

“Please. You work in private security. And I know you drive a pink Porsche.” He takes his own look at the truck. “It’s a nice one. It is your boyfriend’s, right?”

“Something like that,” she replies as he dips the brush into the acrylic and begins to lay it over her nails.

He snorts again. “Okay, Miss Mysterious, keep it secret.”

She gives a smile as he continues to work on her nails and she admires them when they’re done, a sleek black stiletto. “Thank you, Ray.”

Giving a mock bow, he replies, “I do my best. Now off with you.”

Waving, she steps outside and nears the driver’s side of the truck, only to be caught off by a sports car slowing to a stop beside her.

“Hey baby,” the man greets, practically hanging outside of the window. “Where you headed?”

She blinks, offering a deadened stare and grips the door handle. “Nowhere you are. Have a nice day.”

“Now don’t be like that, sweetheart,” he replies with a smirk and starts to get out, but he stops when the truck rumbles with a violent noise. “What the fuck?”

“Easy, Ironhide,” she murmurs, and opens the driver’s door. “Have a lovely day.” Shutting and locking the door, she’s thankful that Ironhide’s windows are tinted and watches as the car pulls away in a hurry.

“You okay?” Ironhide asks. “I can always blast their tailpipe in.”

She laughs. “Thank you, but I think they got the message.”

“Hmm, I disagree, but I’ll take your word for it,” his voice hums through his speakers as he pulls off onto the street. “What did you do in there? You were gone for an hour and a half.”

“Oh, I got my nails painted!” she chirps and flashes her hands down. “See, I painted them black like your paint.”

This time, Ironhide rumbles but it’s with a subtle pride as he compliments, “As beautiful as my weapons, love.”

“Thank you,” she smiles and leans forward, pressing her lips to the center of the steering wheel. “How about we take a drive out of the city?”

“I think that’s a fantastic idea,” he replies and turns off to the main highway pointing out of the city.

***

Rachet:

“I do not understand the process of painting your nails,” Rachet comments as he watches her gently apply a mustard yellow to her nails.

“Which part don’t you understand, big guy?” she replies, not looking up, focusing intently.

“Perhaps it is more so I don’t understand why.”

“Why?”

He nods and gets closer, staring at her hands. “Why are you painting them?”

She looks up at him. “Why me specifically or why do humans paint nails?”

Rachet takes a moment to ponder her question. “Both.”

Sticking her hand under the small gel light, she answers, “Most people paint their nails as a form of self-expression. Others do so as it’s fashionable. Some just do manicures and pedicures to stay groomed. Think of it like you and the others maintaining your own bodies and staying in good condition.” She starts on the other hand when the first is cured. “Some cultures have historic context with painting nails or the length of nails and it’s symbolic to their people.”

“And what of you?” he asks.

“I guess mine is more so expression and maintenance. I work a lot so I can’t always have my nails maintained the way I want, y’know painted and with length. But I always try to keep them clean and nice looking.” She smiles as she paints a red line through them. “Sometimes I’m lucky enough that I get to paint them pretty.”

At that, Rachet tips his head a bit to see. “I’m no human but I do not think red and yellow are technically considered ‘pretty.’”

She gives him a fond look and pokes his nose with her cured pointer. “Really? Because I painted them to look like a similar Autobot I know. Or did you forget you’re red and yellow?”

He coughs slightly and looks away. “Well, now that you mention such a thing.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’re flustered, Rachet.”

“Nonsense,” he retorts as he stands up straight, and she has to crane her neck to see him. “Autobots don’t get flustered.”

“I think you’re leaking oil, big guy,” she teases, and he turns hurriedly, patting himself down.

“What! Where!”

“I’m joking,” she says with a grin. “Still set on not being embarrassed?”

***

Bumblebee:

She sits at the station next to Bumblebee as he fumbles with the metal Rubik’s cube she had made for him. “What color should I paint my nails, Bee?” she asks, opening the case, and she really shouldn’t be painting her nails at work, but considering most of the higher ups are in meetings and the facility is a ghost town, she doesn’t have much to do.

Bumblebee looks down, optics zooming in on each color she lifts up for him to see.

“I’ve got blue…red…black…ooo, what about green?” she offers a deep evergreen up and he scowls and shakes his head. “No?”

He sticks a finger into the case and carefully digs around until he pulls out a tiny tube and hands it to her.

“This one?” she asks and looks at the bottle. “Sunrise Yellow,” she says and looks at him. “It matches you.”

This time he gives her a smile of pride and hands her the black bottle as well, gesturing to her middle and ring fingers.

“You want these ones painted black and the others yellow?”

“Yeah baby!” the line from a comedy movie comes over his voice and she snorts.

“Okay, Bee,” she answers and opens the bottles. “Nails that look like you coming up.” she watches as he grins to himself and dances slightly. “You keep it up, Bee, and everyone is going to know you like me.” She pauses and looks at her hands with a deadpan stare. “Actually, they’re going to think I like you.”

He bends down and gets face to face with her. “You do like me.” The words are easy enough to decipher in his rumbles and she looks away.

“Get outta heeya,” she mocks with warm cheeks, and he laughs at her. “Hey, you better stop laughing at me, or do you not remember how you practically tripped over yourself when I wore a dress the other day and you weren’t paying attention. Ran right into the high-beam and maintenance is still working on fixing it.”

At that, his battle visors come down and he hides his face as embarrassed rumbles escape him; she takes the opportunity to slide up onto his leg and sit with a smile as she paints her nails.

***

Optimus:

She greets the soldiers around her with a smile as she enters the facility and wanders back to her desk to set her things down. It’s only a few moments before Lennox finds his way to her desk and simply stands in front of it until she looks up. “Good morning, Will.”

“You’re late,” he retorts and crosses his arms over his chest. “We had training this morning. And you missed it.”

“And I think you forget I was transferred to private security.” She smiles amusedly. “I don’t work for the military anymore.”

He rolls his eyes. “Jesus, you get out and you turn into a completely different person.”

“I am not. Excuse me for enjoying not waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to go running.” She turns on her computer and sorts some paperwork on her desk. “I had an appointment if it appeases your annoyance, your royal eminence.”

“Oh, it’s not me that needs to be appeased. It’s a certain Autobot that was worried about your lateness,” he teases as she feels her cheeks heat up.

She gives him a surprised but pleasant look. “Optimus was worried about me?”

She knows she’s said too much when Lennox’s face splits into a smirk and he gloats, “I fuckin’ knew it was Optimus. Epps thought it was Sideswipe.” His grins grows as she throws her pen at him and he saunters off with, “Guys owe me fifty.”

A few minutes pass as the embarrassment begins to fade when a noise startles her and she lets out a groan and gripes, “William, go awa—Optimus!” she hides her files on her desk as if it will take away the fluster she feels. “I—I didn’t know you were there.”

The Autobot leader bends down to get level with her. “You weren’t at training this morning,” he notes, and she can’t help how her neck disappears into her shoulders.

“I was busy…I had an appointment.”

“Oh?” He blinks, blue optics watching her carefully. “Was it a medical appointment? Are you well?”

“I’m fine,” she replies. “I went to go get my nails done.”

He blinks again, this time almost confused as he asks, “Your…nails?”

She shows her hands, and he lowers his, gently taking both of hers in one; they only rest on one finger as he examines them. “In human culture, men and women paint their finger and toenails different colors. It’s called manicure and pedicure. I have acrylic nails. Made from acrylic glass and hardened with a liquid monomer. It creates a hardened surface that can be drilled and painted. Like mine.”

Optimus looks them over before he murmurs almost uncharacteristically quiet, “They are painted like my paint.”

Her cheeks warm and she looks away. “I…know we can’t exactly be open…people wouldn’t understand but…I just thought it would be a romantic gesture I guess.”

“I am honored,” he says with a smile. “They are painted beautifully…like you.”

“Optimus,” she replies with a warm smile. “Thank you.”

[tinydefector]

Hi i don't know if you are taking requests for bayverse but if you do can i get bayverse Ironhide x female reader, fluff and smut. Good luck of you do❤️

Minx

Warning: Smut, Oral fem receiving.

Word count: 2k

(Bayverse) Ironhide x Fem Human reader

Before I start, I'm not very good with writing Bayverse bots, so I hope this came out alright.

Also, I hope I did the reader well, I dont really write fem reader.

Request and ask open, read pinned post

Ironhide Masterlist

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She's using his revision mirror again to touch up her lipstick. It wouldn't bother Ironhide as much if it wasn't for the fact she was flaunting herself at him while they were driving. 

Ironhide let out an exasperated vent. On the surface he tried to remain stoic, but inside circuits were frayed from the incessant primping and preening whenever she had the chance to ride in his cab. 

"Must you always fuss so much?" he grumbled, unable to keep the irritation from his voice. "I am driving, in case you've forgotten. And I suspect your antics are meant more for distracting me than seeing to your own looks."

She had been batting her lashes and smiling his way ever since they departed their last stop, and his patience for such frivolities was running low. so for now he strove to ignore the human's attempts at getting a rise out of him, less he ran them off the road.

His engine rumbled in a weary sigh. "Focus on the task at hand, little one. We'll be back at base soon enough."

She shoots him a smile in his mirror again. "And here I thought you enjoyed my company, getting sick of me already Hide?" She teases him.

Ironhide's engine responded with a grumble that was half irritation, half amusement. As trying as his Minx could be at times, he had to admit her bold spirit was refreshing and she did keep him on his toes.

"In small doses only, little witch," he retorted, though without any real bite to his words. "Your antics might be tolerable in brief stretches, keep your optics on the road, less we get ambushed by Decepticons" 

Still, there was a certain grudging fondness in the way his voice. For all her mischief, the human's fearless nature was what had drawn him to her, she wasn't military but a chance encounter had him on the run with her from Decepticon fire.

 In her own tiny way, she helped ease some of the weariness that had built up over countless vorns of endless conflict. Her voice he could listen to for aeons. 

Part of Ironhide didn't truly mind the company...so long as she minded her manners while in his cab, and kept her hands to herself while they drove.

"Fine guess I'll have to show off for someone else back on base" she states. He knows she's trying to get under his plating, and she knows how to get him. 

His engine rumbled warningly at that comment. While he knew she was just prodding him to get a reaction, the suggestion of flirting with another stirred a possessiveness in his circuits. 

"Watch it, fleshie," he growled, though without any real heat to the words. 

"Keep carrying on so and I may be inclined to park your backside right here until we're done," he blustered. But his warming cab and rumbling engine betrayed that any real ire was short-lived where she was concerned. Still, it wouldn't do to let her think she'd won so easily. 

Soft laughter falls from her lips, " jealous bot" she shoots back at him as the two finally arrive back at base. 

She gets chatty with security At the entrance to N.E.S.T 

Ironhide's engine uttered another warning grumble as she chatted away with the other humans, seemingly having forgotten her promise to mind her manners. His patience was wearing thin after the long drive, and he'd had just about enough of her frivolous games.

Pulling up as close to the hangar doors as his alt mode would allow, he popped open the driver side door with a pointed snap. "Out. Now," he rumbled, unwilling to play chauffeur any longer while she was in her mood to cause chaos.  

When she turned back with that coquettish smirk, Ironhide growled deep in his intakes. "Don't test me, fleshie. You've had your fun, now get inside like I said. Unless you'd rather I carry you in?" 

He knew full well manhandling the human would be crossing a line. But she had a way of pushing all his buttons without fail. 

She slowly moves to get out of his front seat. Her hands linger on the dashboard for a moment before she steps out onto the concrete. She's quick to walk inside after giving his tailgate a slap, a small laugh leaves her as she runs. 

With a grumble and hiss of hydraulics, Ironhide transformed once she had cleared his cab, looming over the hangar entrance. Ironhide let out an annoyed huff of exhaust as the girl once more tested his patience, That sharp little slap to his tailgate was the final straw.

Revving his engine menacingly, Ironhide rumbled forward until his massive bulk filled the hangar entrance, blocking any hope of escape back out the entrance. "Minx," he accused, optics narrowing at the smiling human within. "Do you enjoy pushing me this far every time?"

Despite his gruff tone, there was no true anger. After all this time, she knew full well how to get under his plating without ever crossing a line. And loathe as he was to admit, some small part of Ironhide even admired her spirit. 

Still, there were consequences to be had for such teasing. Leaning in until he is eye level with her "Consider this your official timeout, fleshling. Until I deem you've learned your lesson, you'll remain right where I put you."

With that, he sealed the hangar shut with a steely grinding of gears.  "Iron!" She squeals out only to gasp more as Ironhide grabs her before continuing further into his hanger, his human in hand. Her legs dangle between his digits as she holds onto him. "Oh my God you're an ass! Give me a warning next time" She shoots back at him

Ironhide huffed a gruff chuckle at the human's outburst. "And miss that precious little squeal? Not a chance, fleshie." 

"You know full well your games grate on my circuits, princess," he rumbled lightly. "A little fear is good for the spark. Keeps you on your toes and out of trouble." Not that he would ever hurt her. 

Once she was steady on her pedes again standing on their shared berth, more so crudely made slab with piles of her blankets and pillows on it "Consider that payback for your mischief, little pest. Next time, mind your hands and that smart mouth, lest I find a use for them." His field pulsed warm with amusement. 

 Soft little noises leave her as Ironhide's digits wrap around her pressing gently into her side, back and against her chest. 

Ironhide vented softly as his powerful digits carefully cradled the human's tiny frame. For all their teasing and bickering, in quiet moments like this he was reminded of just how fragile organics were. 

His field pulsed warm and gentle, laced with protectiveness as he gradually increased the pressure, testing her limits but taking care not to crush even an ounce of strength. "Comfortable, little one?" he rumbled softly. 

When she offered no protest, Ironhide began slowly massaging her back struts, mimicking the way she sometimes soothed his aching finger joints. Though his plating was rough-hewn metal and her skin oh so delicate.

A rumble rose from his frame, vibrating through her in a sensation she called a "purr." His optics were lidded in contentment, focusing only on her within his grasp. 

She slowly leans back into his touch. And as his digits travel further down she arches into his touch a small whine falls from her lips. She slowly grinds against Ironhide teasing digit. trying to make him get the picture of what she wanted and why she had been teasing him all day. 

Ironhide's engine revved sharply in surprise at the reaction his gentle touch elicited. His optics shuttered briefly.  "Minx," he scolded gently. "All this torment was for my attention, then?"

Lowering his face close, he nuzzled her tiny form with care before capturing her lips in a chaste kiss, its slow and soft, flesh against metal. Another whine leaves her lips as she looks up at him. "You've been too busy recently, I missed you" she states as he lays her down against the piles of blankets. Slowly hiking her dress up only to be met with nothing underneath. Ironhide stilled, intake caught in surprise at her display. His optics roved hungrily over the tempting view before him, unable to deny the allure of her plan so cunningly executed.

A low rumble rose from his chassis. "Devious creature," he purred, engine revving at the wanton invitation in her gaze. How could he refuse when she had so clearly orchestrated this?

His name softly falls from her lips. Her eyes flicker to where he kneels in front of the berth. Leaning down, he nuzzled her frame with utmost care "All this just for me?" His field pulsed hot and heady as he traced the seam of her folds with a single digit. 

Rising temptation warred with duty and honour. But her needful whine as she canted her hips persuaded him. Slowly Ironhide runs his glossa across sweet skin. She whines loudly when he leans down and runs his glossa between her folds sucking softly on her clit before he delivers back into teasing. Her hands grip his helm quickly. "Ironhide please" she calls out.

His glossa is enveloped in tight velvet warmth. His intake caught on a groan at sensations. He could never get enough of how sweet she tasted, she is sweeter than pre war energon candies. Ironhide rumbled deeply at her pleas, the sound vibrating through her very core as he worshipped her flesh. Making her gasp and cry out brought him no small amount of satisfaction to reduce his teasing femme to putty in his grasp with nothing but tongue. 

"Easy, little one," he crooned against her wetness. With maddening slowness he circled her clit, cataloguing every hitch of her breath, every whimper and sigh. Ever so carefully Ironhide delved his glossa inside.

 Ironhide rumbled deep in approval as she rode his glossa without restraint, soft hips bucking against his mouth. making her pleasure his sole focus in that moment. Her cries and moans only spurred him on, lapping eagerly at her slick flesh.

One hand braced against her hip to hold her steady, But Ironhide was far from passive, pressing his glossa as deep as he was able between each thrust. The vibrations of his rumbling engine only enhanced every sensation. 

When her hips began to canter erratically, Ironhide redoubled his efforts. Cried out moans leave her lips as her orgasm hits, hips bucking in irregular patterns as she sobs out Ironhide's name. With one final curl of his glossa, he felt her walls flutter madly around him. Greedily Ironhide lapped up every drop of her release, savouring this sweet taste. 

Yet still he craved more of her intoxicating and addictive taste, seeking to prolong her bliss for as long as was within his power. 

Carefully he manoeuvred her limp frame until she straddled his glossa once more, keening softly as the hypersensitive flesh of her clit met his eager mouth. Slowly Ironhide tongued her folds, memorising every detail as her flavour grew sweeter still in her fluttering aftershocks. "Ironhide!" She moans out loudly. 

One of his hands trailed maddeningly along her back, tracings her spine, caressing and stroking anew. Ironhide growled around his mouthful, greedily drinking in every drop he could  as shudders wracked her frame.

Retreating only when she sagged fully sated against him, Ironhide cradled her close to his chassis, content merely to hold her. Her breathing calmed as he nuzzled her adoringly, spark swelling with quiet joy. 

She lays content against him, soft pants leaving her lips as Ironhide brings her pile of blankets up for her. She slowly snuggles into him through the blankets. Ironhide himself is content to put off mission reports for his little minx.

Ironhide's engine rumbled softly in wordless affection as the human curled contentedly against his chassis, safely wrapped in makeshift padding. Her soft respiration and fluttering pulse cycled down into sated recharge, safe in his guarded embrace.

Adjusting until he was lounging comfortably, Ironhide idly stroked her naked back, tracing glyphs into soft flesh

Until then, Ironhide was content simply to monitor her recharge and bask in the aftermath. The closeness of her tiny frame to his mighty systems never ceased to stir something deep within.

Her presence soothed the savage rages of battle, tempering even his trigger-happy impulses into something nobler. "Minx" he mumbles softly before settling in to recharge himself. 

[in1-nutshell]

Hello! Can I ask G1 Ratchet, Wheeljack and Ironhide with accustomed to not communicating deeply with anyone, but kind reader? It's like too afraid to trust anyone because he's afraid for own heart. Reader finds a comfortable place next to the Autobots and is like... Imbued with sincere trust? Good relationships and real involvement? Even in Wheeljack's experiments xD

Sorry if this is weird/blurry! Thank you for your work, inspiration to you and all the best! 💖

(Feel free to change/ignore, everything is ok!)

The little anxiety ball meets some Bots, what can go wrong?

Hope you enjoy!

Human Buddy who's anxious yet trusting with Ratchet, Ironhide, and Wheeljack

SFW, Platonic, Human reader

G1

This little ball of anxiety met the Autobots through Carly.

Carly wanted her friend to meet the Bots and potentially get them to out of their comfort zone a bit.

She knew that Buddy had a bit of a hard time making friends, so she thought this would be a good way for them to gain new ones.

What better way than letting them get to know the Autobots.

Buddy agreed to this if Carly bought them ice cream floats for the next month if things went south.

Carly still counts it as a win.

She had already recruited the help, she knew this was going to end well.

Ratchet

Carly and Buddy walking into the med bay.

Ratchet is by his tools cleaning them.

“Buddy, I’d like you to meet Ratchet. Ratchet this is Buddy.”--Carly

Ratchet turns and kneels.

Buddy shifts a bit.

“Hello there. Carly tells me your name is Buddy, right?”--Ratchet

Buddy nods but has a small smile on their face.

Ratchet can almost feel the anxiety rolling off them when they come into the med bay.

He tries to appear as nonthreatening as possible to calm the poor thing.

The medic offers to show Buddy around the med bay to ease some tension.

Within a couple minutes, Buddy becomes comfortable with Ratchet and just stays by his side for the rest of the day.

Ratchet is a bit surprised on this switch.

Buddy went from being afraid of breathing the same air as him to sitting comfortably on his shoulder in a couple of minutes.

Carly did give him the heads up about Buddy’s behavior, but he didn’t expect it to be this fast.

He does his best to explain what he is doing whenever Buddy asks him questions.

By the end of the day Buddy is fully comfortable with Ratchet and can’t wait to come back to see him.

Buddy doing their best to hug Ratchet’s pede.

“I’ll come back soon Ratchet.”--Buddy

Ratchet chuckling a bit patting Buddy’s head.

“Sure kid. I’ll be here when you come over.”--Ratchet

Ironhide

Carly and Buddy walk to the main room where Ironhide is looking at the screen.

“Ironhide! We’re here!”--Carly

Ironhide looks down towards Carly and Buddy.

He steps forward and a bit loudly.

“Heya Carly. And you must be Buddy!”--Ironhide

Buddy quinces a bit.

Ironhide looks at Carly who makes the ‘quieter tone’ motion with her hands.

“My apologizes Buddy, I can be a bit loud sometimes.”--Ironhide

Ironhide offers a digit to shake.

Buddy looks at him with a small smile and shakes his digit.

Ironhide knows Carly asked beforehand to try and connect with Buddy and so that’s what he does.

This is his mission now.

He gives them a tour around the base.

Ironhide doesn’t mind if they want to walk by his side or if they want to perch on his shoulder.

He is a bit shocked in how comfortable Buddy becomes around him after a few short minutes.

Carly did say that their trust was very easily earned if the person or in this case bot was good.

While walking around he might slip a few stories here and there to fill any awkward silences.

Buddy in return tells him some stories of their own.

By the time Buddy has to go he can see some sadness in their eyes.

He reassures them that they can come back anytime and maybe continue the stories or go on another walk.

Buddy hugs Ironhide’s digit in goodbye as they get into Carly’s car.

Buddy waves at him.

“Bye Ironhide! Thank you for the stories!”--Buddy

Ironhide waves back.

“See ya latter Buddy!”--Ironhide

Wheeljack

“And this is the lab—Wheeljack!”--Carly

Wheeljack turns towards the sound of Carly’s voice.

He is half covered in soot with a blowtorch in on servo.

“Hey Carly! And…oh is that, Buddy? I thought we were going to meet next week?”--Wheeljack

“It is next week Wheeljack.”--carly

“Oops! Hold on a nanosecond.”--Wheeljack

Wheeljack grabs a rag and manages to get rid of most of the soot and places the blow torch down before kneeling to greet Buddy.

“Nice ta meet ya Buddy! Carly’s talked about ya!”--Wheeljack

Buddy motions to the side of their head.

“You gotta a bit of fire on your fin.”--Buddy

Wheeljack quickly swats it before chuckling a bit.

Buddy chuckles a bit too.

Buddy, as nervous as they were, was a bit curious and asked him what he was doing.

Wheeljack is a bit excited that someone finally asked and takes Buddy into his servos and walks to the lab.

Through the explaining and off topic things the two talk, Buddy soon began asking if there was something they could do to help him with his experiment.

So, things could go a lot smoother in the lab.

Wheeljack now has a best human friend.

The two don’t reappear from the lab until it’s time for Buddy to go.

The two aren’t too sad when they have to go their separate ways. They already made plans to meet soon.

Wheeljack giving Buddy a little box.

“Something for you to remember me by.”--Wheeljack

Buddy hugs the box before hugging his pede.

“Thank you! Thank you Wheeljack! See you next week!”--Buddy

Wheeljack patting Buddy on the head before Buddy goes to Carly.

“What did Wheeljack give you?”--Carly

“Rocket shoes.”--Buddy

“…What?”--Carly

[staticnonapus]

I hope u take requests?

A sketch of ironhide x a lil human us doing sum naughty things?? I mean, if u don't mind that is. U can delete this if u don't wanna do it. ^_^"

I've been a fan for a slight long time now? Really loving ur art because I see it on twit alot

The bayverse ironhide request is at an all time high rn!

I struggle to find a way of them doing this without having to shrink him. Bayverse Ironhide’s face structure always reminded me of a bear so I guess he would be good with his tongue 👅

[mariacrow]

Hello there!!! I was wondering if perhaps you could do either Cybertronian seeker or human reader that is female and she (you could change it to gender neutral) where she is from the TFP universe and ended up in Bayverse and she TFP’s Optimus’ lover and she spends time with the bots (all of them survived they didn't die) and she has grown close to the humans. She also has been treating Bay Optimus in a very similar way that she treats her Optimus but the thing is she has trouble telling him that they are sparkmates or married in TFP. Therefore, when a conversation arrises amongst the bots in a meeting with Simmons, Galloway and Mearing, asking about her joruney here, it ends up slipping she is in love with Optimus and ends up explaining they're conjuxed... I wonder how the other bots will react and how Optimus would be and the humans? 😭 I love your writing and thank you! Bonus if it's hinted throughout that she was taken when Sideswipe tried flirting with her but it didn't stick.

That’s so creative! I think I know how to make this spicy ;)

BTF x TFP reader who’s Optimus’s lover and ends up in Bayverse

2nd person

female reader

malfunctions, drama, crossovers

romance, flirting, realization, last goodbyes

abbreviations: BTF = Bayverse Transformers; TFP = Transformers Prime

takes place in Transformers Prime AU where everyone lives and is protecting Earth

takes place in Transformers: Dark of the Moon AU where Ironhide and Jazz are alive

added characters: Simmons, Galloway and Mearing

“Stay safe.” Optimus said to you while holding you in his servos. He softly smiled as he brought you closer to his face.

“Don’t worry boss, I will!” you joked as you gave him a hug. You gave his face plate soft kiss, right under his optic, making his spark lit up.

A low hum escaped his chest as he gently stroked your head.

“Are you two done?” Ratchet say enviously, holding the ground bridge ready.

Optimus gently placed you on the ground. You rolled your eyes at Ratchet and chuckled as you walked to the ground bridge

“Someone’s jealous-“ Bulkhead said.

“I AM NOT- would you stop with that?!” Ratchet shouted, making everyone have a good laugh. Optimus didn’t budge though, he was looking at you, your beautiful smile and beautiful figure.

“See ya guys!” you said before you gave Optimus a special little wave before stepping into the portal. Optimus gave a cute little wave back as a tiny smile couldn’t leave his face. So wholesome!

You went farther inside, ready to go home, to Washington DC. Ratchet had everything ready and didn’t think anything could go wrong, no one thought. But oh… they had no idea…

Suddenly the ground bridge started making weird high frequency pulsing noises that were getting louder and faster. A sudden force, like stronger gravity, pushed you down onto your knees. You were groaning, holding your ears shut.

“RATCHET!!!” you exclaimed, trying to get up but the force was getting stronger as well as the noises.

Mass panic took over the base. They could hear you yelling.

“Ratchet, bring her back!” Optimus yelled. It’s odd to hear him yell like that which means he was extremely scared…

“I am trying, Optimus!” the medic panicked while desperately trying to fix whatever happened with the portal.

“Hurry up!!!” Miko yelled. She was scared she was gonna lose her bestie… “Guys! It’s changing colors!!!”

The ground bridge was now blue. Ratchet has never dealt with something like this. They kept hearing you begging for help. Then suddenly…

The portal aggressively closed, almost like an explosion, making the whole base shake. Everything went quiet. Ratchet tried turning it on again but it wouldn’t budge.

“Oh no…” the medic said. He frantically tried tracking you, looking all over the globe but… no signs…

Sorrow and fear were all over Prime’s face. He felt his spark ache.

“Wh-wh-what do you mean “oh no”???” Jake panicked.

“I-I don’t think she’s coming back…” Rafael said.

Bumblebee buzzed in fear, Arcee was asking questions as well as Bulkhead.

“She’s not in this dimension anymore…” Ratchet barely mouthed those words, trying to think of how to bring you back but… that’s gonna be a very difficult and long process…

“There must be a way!” Optimus said.

“There is..” the medic continued, “but Optimus.. this has never happened before… It might take days.. weeks.. months..”

“MONTHS???” Miko shouted.

“I-I just need to concentrate, alright!? I can fix this! I can fix this…” Ratchet tried to settle down and not lose hope.

Optimus was at loss of words… His lover, his sparkling… Gone. No one knows where, no one knows how. Everyone was flabbergasted, trying to think of any possible answer how this could happen…

“One way or another… we shall bring her back…” Optimus said. He lost everything already… he can’t lose you as well…

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<> Washington DC, Bayverse <>

You found yourself in an alley in the center of DC. Getting up with a headache, you tried your best to scan your surroundings. You went forward to the main street, looking around.

“Looks like DC alright” you thought as you made your way to the right, heading home while thinking what the hell happened to the ground bridge.

Suddenly you heard a rumbling engine approaching, revving as the car slowed down, driving next to you at your speed. You looked to your left to see a metallic Chevrolet Corvette Stingray. Stunning. You chuckled to yourself and rolled your eyes, continuing to walk as you ignored whoever was in the car, thinking it’s just a guy trying to win you with his expensive car. IF there was anyone in the car…

You heard a seductive whistle, “Ey what’s up sweetheart~? Care for a ride~?” as the door opened.

“No, thanks.” you said, not even looking at the car.

“Oh come on cutie, it’s rude to reject a car like me~”

A car… like “me”? You heard that one before, Smokescreen has the same way of picking up girls. That made you look. You saw there’s no one at the driver’s seat. You stopped in your tracks… Putting 2 and 2 together…

“Sideswipe at your service, m’lady~”

All of the autobots should know you and you should know them hence they know Optimus. You realized the ground bridge’s malfunction meant yeeting you to a whole another dimension… In your case, some kind of a parallel universe. You decided to keep yourself together and act cool. You needed to investigate all this. And this certainly isn’t the time to tell a random autobot who are you and what is actually happening.

You took a deep breath and smiled, “Alright though guy~” you said as you got in. He closed the door for you and drove off.

“M-m-m~ Wait till you meet my crew~ They’re gonna be sooo jealous~ What’s your name beautiful~?”

“Hey, I’m not here for you to show off.”

“Well then, I’m here for YOU to show off~” he chuckled, his beauty breaking people’s neck.

He made you hide a giggle, “I’m Y/N. And what about that.. crew you mentioned?” carefully choosing your words, trying to meet your surroundings.

“You haven’t heard about my crew? We saved your planet more than once! And we’re still protecting it.”

“O-oh yeah! Yeah I know, of course, pft! Our heroes. But uhm.. what are the names of your teammates, I was never really able to memorize all.” act cool, act cool.

“Ah well there’s Ironhide, weapon specialist, he’s a stubborn fella. Then there’s Ratchet, the medic,”

“Ratchet…” you thought.

“Jazz, Dino, Bumblebee- you probably heard of Bumblebee, that sucker got real famous.” your heart skipped a beat when you heard “Bumblebee”…

“And, of course, our leader, Optimus Prime~” he said that with pride.

This confirmed your theory that you’re in an alternative universe… You acted cool and chill, excited to meet them all. Deep down you were hella nervous… Some hope bloomed inside of you, considering there’s at least 3 autobots you already know.

…

The moment Sideswipe drove you into the base, you couldn’t stop looking around. So many cars and… people…

“So they managed to take advantage of them here huh… What a disgusting species we are…”

“I brought company!” Sideswipe transformed and said happily.

“Sideswipe, how many times do we need to tell you to stop bringing females into the base!?” Ratchet shouted, in his bot form, working on something with humans.

“Oh come oh man, look at her! How can you say no to such a cute faaace~?” he was gently pinching your cheek.

“Ow- ow ow ow! Sideswipe!” you laughed, trying to push his servo away.

“This is not a party garage, this is a base! Take your urges elsewhere.” Ratchet scolded Sideswipe.

A giant truck with Optimus’s colors caught your eye real good… Suddenly, he transformed, approaching you and Sideswipe as the ground shook a little with each step he took. He was ready to shoo both of you out but then he made eye contact with you…

Your eyes locked in his optics and vice versa… He slowly stopped in his tracks as he frowned and as his optics widened… You looked extremely familiar. Too familiar… As if he was getting flashbacks of something he never even knew he experienced. He felt like he knows you. His spark warmed at the sight of you… He slowly lined up with you, putting his knee on the ground.

“Do I know you, girl?” he asked.

“I.. uh..” you could barely speak, you felt waves of adrenaline strike your body, “Perhaps, sir… M-maybe I just remind you of someone.” you awkwardly chuckled.

He hummed and straightened. Confused and suspicious, he walked to the platform where Galloway and Mearing were working with Ratchet.

“Let her stay. She has valuable information.” he lied. For the first time in his life he lied… There’s something special about you he needs to confirm…

…

It’s been weeks. Months. You got closer with everyone, Sam even. You were an important member of the crew now. Everyone was surprised by your Cybertronian tech knowledge that Ratchet passed onto you back in the base in Jasper…

Optimus and you got extremely close as well. You treated him with kindness. Not just any kindness. You didn’t only have high respect for him as a leader, you were ready to lie down your life for him and vice versa… It seemed as if he became your guardian in this universe too…

He let you climb his shoulder, have relaxing rides with him, stay up late, watch the sky and discuss about endless subjects… He wouldn’t take his optics off of you. Scanning your beautiful face whenever he had a chance, trying to find you in his memory but his recognition system was not responding positively…

…

One day…

“I need a group meeting, ASAP!” Mearing commanded, walking into the base furiously as her assistant, Galloway and Simmons were barely catching up to her.

“A-are you sure, ma’am?” Galloway said.

“Yes, I am sure! And don’t call me “ma’am”. I am not a “ma’am” “ she said while going through all of her purses.

“I knew there’s something odd about her- I just knew it! Optimus told us he feels as if he knows her- and now the big guy is in love!” Simmons said like the alien nerd he is.

“Please, do not say that, it’s disgusting.” Mearing said while going up the platform.

“How would they have intercourse anyway- it’s impossible!” Simmons continued.

“Shut up, agent.” Mearing said before quickly organizing a meeting.

…

And there you were, sitting along with everyone while all the autobots stood there.

“WHO ARE YOU AND HOW DID YOU GET HERE-“ Simmons started.

“Agent. Let’s stay calm.” Galloway said.

Simmons sat down, rubbing his face, biting his nails and bouncing his leg.

You looked at Optimus. “You told them..?”

“Y/N, please understand that I had to. There’s something strangely odd going on. I feel like my system had deleted you from my memory… but I can still feel like I know you.”

“We’ve checked your ID, tried tracking you, your home, family… We couldn’t find anything. You’re not in the system.” Mearing said. “So where do you come from? Are you even human? Who sent you?”

All of this was getting you extremely nervous. You sat there, occupied with questions and so many glares…

“Okay…” you took a deep breath, “okay. I will explain. No one sent me, let’s start with that. It was all an accident… Apparently I come from a parallel universe where the Cybertronian war was also brought. And no I’m not talking about another planet, I’m talking about Earth- like a- a mirror! But with some minor changes. There’s an autobot base in Jasper, Nevada where I’m with my three other human friends and the crew… There’s Bumblebee and Ratchet and Arcee and Bulkhead a-and… You, Optimus…”

The whole base was silent… They couldn’t believe what they were hearing… Optimus walked closed to you, listening carefully.

“I moved to Washington DC recently and we’re using something called a ground bridge to teleport where we need to. When I wanted to go back home, the portal started malfunctioning and… here I am, I guess…”

“WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US BEFORE-“ Simmons again.

“Agent, let her finish.” Optimus said calmly.

“Because I… I don’t know! Okay!? I was scared! I was hoping they would get it fixed in a few days so I could just leave with a status of Sideswipe’s ex girlfriend or something but…” you exhaled in frustration, “It’s been months… Who knows if they’re gonna get it fixed at all… That’s why I wanted to analyze everything you have here and see if I can ask for ANY help…”

Mearing and Galloway were aggravated while Simmons was like “I TOLD YOU SO!!!”. Ratchet was trying to calculate everything in his head while everyone else was just speechless.

“That’s why I was feeling this way since we met…” Optimus said.

“Yes… and probably because.. we have something special going on where I come from…” you said with a tiny smile.

A deep hum rumbled in his chest, “Special…” he also smiled a little.

“Aw man, there goes my girlfriend!” Sideswipe said. He made Dino and Bumblebee laugh.

“You’ll find a chick.” Ironhide nudged him, “There’s plenty of fish in the sea.”

“How do we get you back?” Ratchet asked.

“The only thing I can think of is that we somehow make contact with them. I have the coordinates but we will definitely need more than just that…”

“Hm… yes.. yes. I think we can-“ Ratchet got interrupted

“Or maybe she can stay.” by Jazz who now got all of the eyes on him in silence, “…Just- just a suggestion-“

“As much as I would love for Y/N to stay with us, we need to think about her safety. We must get her home.” Optimus started, “She is not safe with us. As similar as her life might be here, she belongs in the universe she came from.”

“Agreed! Agreed.” Galloway interrupted, “If we manage to make this portal, it would mean a huge step for humanity!! Do you realize how much we could do with it!? We could-“

“With all due respect,” Optimus interrupted him back, “this is not the time to speak about the advantages humans can take from this.” irritated by him.

Ratchet and some other autobots were already working on the ground bridge.

“Y/N.” Optimus leaned closer to you, “It is very difficult for me to say goodbye…”

“I know… It was nice while it lasted…”

“I hope I treat you the same way in every universe our paths cross… I hope you will keep warming up my spark back home.” Optimus said softly, quietly talking to you.

“I will… I promise…” you got emotional, stepping closer, hugging his face plate… Your heart aching, you were torn apart between two universes… But you knew none of this is right. You need to get back.

You made him smile, his optics spinning and expanding before closing as he sunk into your tender touch…

“I will forever remember you, Y/N… Now it is time for you to go home, my love…”

Well this ended up being longer than I thought lmao and way more emotional

Dividers belong to @patches-1105 ❣️

[mskenway97]

Bot in flames

I have been wanting to write this for a long time and I started thinking about heat cycles in robots.

My mind was focused on bayverse optimus prime and I came up with all this.

Forgive me but I couldn't help but want to XD.

Bayverse Optimus Prime X Fem!Human!Reader

Summary: You are a new mechanic working at NEST after the problems in Egypt, you became very close to the autobot leader, until one moment he started to avoid you, the rest of autobots warnning to you. Until you find out why.

Occurs between revenge of the fallen and dark of the moon.

Words: 2,451

Warnings: heat cycles, belly budge, cumflation, masturbation, multiple orgasm, size difference,possessive, g/t

You had always been interested in technology, you had gone into mechanics although many people would not take you seriously in what you were doing. Until you started seeing something that caught your attention, the Mission City events.

A lot of people said it was a lie, a hoax… Other websites said they had witnesses and testimonies about giant robots. You tried to see more images but nothing.

Everything seemed to be a lie until a giant robot appeared on your TV telling you that you were not alone, that there were more beings in the galaxy. That even though everyone was scared, you were more interested but you were just a mechanic, no matter how much you wanted to meet them you were not going to find them, until you received a letter because of your knowledge, they were needed at the base of NEST.

They blindfolded you and put you in a black car without asking, like the movies, the ride was a bit long until you got to an interrogation room, showing if you had a criminal record, not to reveal the information here without ending up dead. Once finished they took you outside a huge hangar and put you on hold, until a middle-aged man who seemed to be the general, came to pick you up in person.

-Y/N, General Lennox we have seen that your knowledge in mechanics and your project of coexistence between machines and humans is unique. I'm just telling you try to stay calm, you're going to be surrounded by autobots. The first time is usually a surprise.

He wasn't lying when he took me to another hangar with huge beings of different sizes looking at you. I had a feeling of nervousness, butterflies and above all that he would not try to give me a heart attack. It was one thing to see fuzzy pictures on the web sites you had seen and another to see them in person…. Besides your height was not the tallest, you literally understood how the ants felt.

You saw the biggest of them all approaching, it seemed to be the leader, with red and blue flames, with what looked like parts of a truck, despite your situation it seemed interesting to you.

-Y/N, my name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots…. It is a pleasure to meet you, we read your project, it caught our attention, in part we need more human allies that promise us their commitment. If you decide to leave I will understand your motives but if you stay you will be apprenticed to one of our best doctors as well as learning about the coexistence you seek. Do we have your word?

You were trying to calm down when you saw that huge being kneeling in front of you and the rest of them looking at you, seeing that your nervous system was somewhat altered by the situation. Trying to calm down until you felt Lennox's hand on your shoulder as they were waiting for your answer.

You nodded as your mouth had gone dry trying to speak, the giant black robot was amused by your nervousness, he moved closer showing his cannons causing you to stumble to the ground, making him laugh.

-I like this squishy…. I'm going to like working with you

Well in the rest of the news they started to introduce you to the rest of the team, you already knew names like Ratchet, Optimus Prime, Ironhide, Sidewispe, etc. And the rest of the facilities, they put you in charge of working with Ratchet.

The weeks of adaptation were somewhat curious, as you were startled by every scare the twins and Sidewispe gave you.

Ratchet carefully taught you the systems of a robot to take care of them carefully: you learned the different parts of the body of a cybertronian, Ironhide taught you the workings of the weapons although his demonstrations still scared you so much firepower that you reflexively hid behind his leg.

Your favorite sessions were with Optimus, even though he was the biggest of them all, he was very nice to you… You started to get a little more trusting as you told each other about different experiences. He told you about his culture, his planet… You were more and more interested, he was also interested in your customs, your history. Besides, I know that his way of treating you was to carry you in his servos with care, sometimes he was contemplating, with his finger he touched your cheek, it was a strange contact but you felt quite comfortable. He had also put you on his shoulder. You didn't know if it was friendship you had with this bot, but you were happy to finally have a confidant.

You had been in NEST for a few months now, you learned quickly but there was something that had been bothering you in the last week about the behavior of a certain autobot leader.

At first it seemed to you that he was stressed out from the missions in order to find Megatron but every time you were near an Autobot he would get sideways and also with the humans you were working with. You don't talk like before either, every time you tried to talk to him alone he would disappear saying he had something else to do. This was starting to bother you a lot but with the meetings you didn't have the time or the moment.

-Y/N aren't paying attention to the lessons…. - Ratchet said as he tapped me on his digit.

-Sorry, Ratchet, I just had something else on my mind.

-You should be focused on where you are right now. Although I guess it's about Optimus right?

You were surprised to see that the doc bot had guessed it. Seeing your expression, he laughed at you a little.

-It's obvious, everyone at the base is aware of you… The truth is, we haven't seen Optimus happy with someone in millennia.

You sighed as I grabbed the tools and went to work on one of Ironhide's weapons.

-I don't understand his behavior lately… He's been acting so strange, I'm worried.

Ratchet cleared his throat as he became serious while forcing you to look at him with his digits on your chin - This business you should stay out of, y/n. He'll get over it, just try not to be alone with him.

You didn't understand why Ratchet gave you that advice you tried, he looked at you again - Believe me y/n, it's best to keep your distance from Optimus for now.

There was something you didn't understand about what was going on, you asked the rest of the Autobots about it, almost everyone gave you fuzzy answers about what was happening to the autobot leader, until you got to Ironhide who gave you another warning that left you even more surprised.

-Squishy, there are some things you shouldn't meddle with no matter how curious you are. Although if you solve your doubts I wish you luck so you can get out of it - said Ironhide

You were thoughtful about everything you had heard from the autobots, you missed Optimus since the last few months you had felt an attachment to the autobot leader that went beyond friendship with him. You admitted that you had fallen in love with that big guy with blue optics, his kindness, his authority and obviously his height and figure.

Although you were still curious about what was going on, you decided to follow the advice of the autobots not to be alone with the autobot leader for the time being. You were succeeding but every time you entered a room his gaze followed you everywhere. You literally felt like cat and mouse, there would come a time when cat would end up getting what he wanted even though you didn't know what.

Until one day when you were almost ready to leave because you had overstayed your welcome at the base, you heard a noise in the hangars.

Lennox and the military team explained to you that the farthest hangars of the base were for storage or special equipment for both autobots and humans. Something in your instincts told you that you should not go there but you decided to go out of curiosity, you opened the big door carefully, that place was dark so you stepped carefully not to touch anything dangerous.

Your nerves were on edge and the adrenaline was the only thing that kept you moving, you were getting closer to the source of the noise, at the same time you were seeing that there was smoke around, making this put you more alert than before, it was clear that you were not alone in this place.

You came to see a dim light at the back of the warehouse, it was difficult to pass with so many boxes around but you passed as you could. Finally you arrived carefully at the origin where you were surprised to see who was there.

It was Optimus, with his exhaust pipes producing smoke while on a large part of his body there was a pink liquid around his body.

You were about to approach to see if he was okay but you stopped when you heard him…

He was moaning?

He was at the same time rubbing what seemed to be his spike, while there was even more transfluid.

You remembered certain lessons that gave you some embarrassment from Ratchet. You were trying to remember but seeing the leader like that made you tingle. You shook your head it was clear you were not supposed to be here. You were going to tread carefully until you heard him moaning your name….

You tried to leave carefully until you bumped into one of the crates making a lot of noise.

-Who's there?" growled the autobot leader.

You tried to hide quickly only to feel a servo around your body. You closed your eyes, you were trembling at the sight.

-Look at me...

You opened your eyes to see how it was caressing you with its digits. - How long have you been here? - asked the autobot leader.

That tone made you shiver, it didn't seem like Optimus was the one he was talking to.

- I haven't seen anything, I'll leave without bothering...

-No... I've been avoiding this situation for the past few weeks, feeling jealous of the rest that came close to you and what hurts me the most is that you started avoiding me. My y/n... This time, you are going to stay by my side.

You didn't understand what was happening, until two of his fingers were touching your thighs making you shudder.

- You know how much I wanted you, your kindness and curiosity. Your smile, your beauty... and your figure. Oh Primus, my spike was begging to enter your body. To make you mine... I know you want it too

You moaned again, as you felt the pressure on your thighs... you were starting to feel hot I knew you should stop but at the same time you wanted to know where I wanted to go.

His optics were watching you seeing a smile on your face.

-Well I see that you agree....

Then you felt his glossa lick your neck and then kiss you while continuing the pressure on your thighs. Right now you were reacting to several streams of pleasure that you never thought was possible.

His digits removed your pants while he kept kissing you and you felt his glossa tasting your taste.

You moaned as you felt a digit around your entrance.

-I'm just preparing your body for the best part... let yourself go, my little one," he whispered in your ear as you felt his digit touching your insides moving up and down making you moan in different ways for the leader's pleasure while he whispered how much he wanted you, he loved you madly but at the same time he didn't want to scare you away.

You moaned again as you looked up at him.

- Then you too... - you said between moans as he digit around your walls.

-Yes... I love you and I need you...

You climaxed as he pulled out his digit and licked it. He smiled at you as you caught your breath. You thought you were going to rest but you saw he was bringing his spike closer.

-We're not done yet... I want to feel you more... Mine all mine

You were going to protest but you felt his spike enter inside of you and saw a big bulge through your body. He started to move slowly.

-You are so tight

As you gasped as you tried to take it, it overcame the digit. Once he adjusted to your body he began to move faster and faster and you both gasped at the same pace. He was about to climax, you fell in as he could.

-Wait I can't... ah! It's going to be too much.

-Ah! -Easy... i can't out! Ah! Oh Primus! - gasped Optimus as well.

You both climaxed as you felt your body fill with the transfluid.

Your belly completely swollen as he carefully removed his spike while some transfluid fell out.

-That was... Intense - you said while touching your belly - What happened to you?

Optimus kissed your forehead as he placed you close to his chest.

- We have heat cycles something your species would say in heat, I couldn't take it anymore.... I should have done it sooner though, my little one.

You smiled and I snuggled close.

-Then I won't move away next time.

Optimus chuckled and held you close.

You had learned a lesson from the heat cycles, something that was not to be the last time.

[rottingparts]

Taste

[Ironhide x Fem!Human!Reader x Ratchet]

Summary: You like the Autobots... Specifically Ratchet and Ironhide. You are sure no one ever has to know, but when a coworker confesses to you things go down hill fast.

Word Count: 2,200+

Warnings: SMUT, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI! Not beta'd, Oral (Fem Receiving), mentions of anxiety, weird guy behavior (not from the bots), nothing too bad, let me know if I should tag something though!

A/N: This was written because I'm very self indulgent and cringe is dead! That being said, this was written with Plus Sized!Reader and also Neurodivergent!Reader in mind! BUT! It doesn't have to be read that way! Also, this isn't set in a specific movie. Everyone is alive and happy :)

No one had to know you adored alien robots, no one needed to know. Especially your earth friends. Or the robots themselves for that matter. Absolutely no one was going to know. It was definitely a secret you could and should keep to yourself.

You had been working closely with the autobots, and had ended up in the lab with several of them, helping with whatever they needed. Ratchet seemed the most grateful for that. You were both learning and helping  each other at the same time. He got to learn more about human culture and you got to learn about Cybertron.

That is where you started to realize you maybe liked robots a lot more than humans. Ratchet was so sweet and thoughtful.

One day, while working with Ratchet, Ironhide entered the lab. You had little interaction with him before that moment and were honestly kind of nervous around him. But as you got to know the weapons specialist you started to like him as well…

But… No one had had to know.

Until, one of your scientist friend’s decided to drop the worst bomb possible right in your lap.

“Hey.” A voice that was not Ironhide’s or Ratchet’s rang through the lab. You rolled your eyes involuntarily before turning around to look at him. “We need to talk.”

“Oh,” Your eyes widened momentarily, “That’s a good way to greet someone, Mark.”

“What?” Mark looked taken aback.

“I have anxiety, that’s not a thing I generally like to hear…”

“Oh,” Mark visibly grew anxious, causing you to mimic the panic. “Well, I just, I wanted to ask you out-”

You froze, “Like on a date?”

“I mean, like if you’re into it-”

“I’m sorry,” You interrupted him quickly, not thinking much about him not finishing his sentence, “You’re my friend-”

It was his turn to cut you off. “You’re friend zoning me? I like you a lot!”

“You can get over that, don’t worry.”

Mark’s eyes narrowed. “Is this- Are you-”

You cocked your head at him as his wheels turned in his big scientist brain. Something clicked. But not necessarily correctly. Wires crossed somewhere.

“You’re fucking the robots!” His voice echoed through the lab.

You figured ‘No, but I want to be,’ was not a tactful answer. So, you did the next less tactful thing. Which did not help your case at all. You grew defensive, and yelled back. “No!” It sounded more like a question than a statement. “Why would I- What are you on about?”

“You hang out with- with those-”

“Autobots.”

“Shut up!” He was growing furious. Your eyes widened and you decided to get the fuck away from him. Without thinking you turned to walk away and his hand grabbed your shoulder, turning you right back around. “You are fucking the robots!”

You were frozen. The large hangar door opened and Ironhide and Ratchet walked in, seemingly aware of the yelling.

“What’s going on?” Ironhide’s voice was gruff and his optics were narrowed. “Why are you yelling at Y/N?”

You swallowed. “You aren’t helping my case…” You turned around, speaking through gritted teeth.

“Wow,” Mark scoffed, “you picked these two?”

“Picked us for what?” Ratchet cocked his head.

“Oh, don’t play dumb,” Mark rolled his eyes, “I figured out she was with you two.”

“Are you delusional?!” You finally snapped at him. “They would never like me like that! Drop this shit, get over me, and fucking leave!”

Mark stood there, staring at you, gawking. This time, whatever he was thinking, was definitely right. “You… You do like them…”

Ironhide crouched down, closing in on the scientist. “It’s best if you leave.” He growled out. “She won’t ask again.”

Mark gulped and decided it would be best to leave. You groaned and placed your head in your hands. “Thanks for that,” You sighed. “I didn’t know if he’d ever leave me alone.” You stood up straight and looked at Ironhide and Ratchet, “Well… Um. I’m gonna go to bed.”

“It’s mid afternoon, you do not go to sleep until after dark. Usually around ten o’clock.”

“Why do you know that?” Ironhide interrupted Ratchet.

“For the exact same reason you know what time Y/N is gonna be in the lab everyday of the week.”

Ratchet spoke with a matter of fact tone. He crossed his arms and for a moment, a brief moment, Ratchet and Ironhide’s optics met and they seemed to be glaring at each other. You were fast to jump in and break it up.

“Hey! I find it enduring! It’s nice you’ve picked up on those things! Well… It is a little weird that you know what time I go to bed… Who needs that knowledge?”

“Exactly!” Ironhide threw his servos up, “It’s weird!”

“But!” You went to reassure Ratchet, “It definitely isn’t as weird as what just happened!”

There was an awkward silence, one that you could only smile for so long for. Yoursmile grew awkward and your eyes went from Ratchet, to Ironhide, back to Ratchet, and dropped to the ground. You scratched the back of your neck and swallowed hard.

“Mark was right, wasn’t he?”

“I’m not fucking anyone!” Your hands went up and your eyes widened. “No,” Ironhide grumbled, his optics rolling, “he said you liked us. And I’m assuming he means the kind of ‘like’ that means you want to be more than friends.”

You did the only thing you could think of, “Aw, do you guys count me as a friend?”

“This isn’t about us.” Ironhide started.

“Yes it is.” Ratchet finished. “And yes we do. But, speaking for both of us here, we ‘like’ you.” He put air quotations around the word ‘like’.

Your eyes widened and you smiled. “Really?!”

Ironhide looked like he wanted to beat the shit out of Ratchet, but only briefly. “Don’t ever speak for me again.” His voice rumbled, and he glared at Ratchet. Then he turned towards you, optic ridges resting, causing his optics to soften slightly, and he crouched down to your level. “You seemed awfully enthusiastic at that confession-”

“I like, um- I would love to be more than friends with both of you…” Ratchet lit up, Ironhide close behind. You all three stood there a moment. “What now?” You asked. “I’ve never confessed to anyone, much less two someones.”

Ironhide and Ratchet seemed about as confused as you were, until an idea struck you. “Remember, Ratchet, when you said you wanted to learn more about human anatomy… Up close, and personally?”

It clicked for both Ratchet and Ironhide. Immediately they were closing in on you. “Wait!” You put our hands up. “We don’t need anyone walking in on us… I’ll lock the main doors, you go lock the hangar door. And, someone take care of the camera-”

Ironhide was quick to obliterate the camera in the corner of the room. Your eyes widened at his eagerness and you ran towards the door to lock it. You were back at the center of the room in what felt like seconds and you waited for Ratchet to return after he locked the door.

“Where to start…?” Ironhide examined you closely.

“I could get rid of these clothes for starters.” You were eager to begin stripping, and you were quickly exposed to them, standing in your underwear. Vulnerability hit and you began fidgeting. You weren’t sure where that burst of confidence came from, but it was suddenly gone.

“We do not have to do this. Not now, if you don’t want to.” Ratchet noticed your nervousness.

“Um, no! I want to! Really!” You swallowed hard, sure the sound echoed through the room, “Uh, I've never been this exposed in front of uh, Cybertronians…?” You sounded confused, your arms hugging you tightly.

“No worries,” Ironhide was closer to you than Ratchet, his optics observing you, “We’ve never never been this close to an organic before-” He looked like he wanted to get rid of your underwear.

Ratchet moved closer to you when you dropped your arms to your sides and it was his turn to observe. He reached out for you and even though you did not flinch away, he paused. “May I?” He politely asked.

“Of course.”

One of his fingers touched your stomach and when you sucked in from the cool feeling, Ratchet flinched back. You reassured him you were fine and he continued. “You are very soft,” He made mental notes. His hand grabbed for your waist and gave you a gentle squeeze. He pulled away and Ironhide started to butt in.

“My turn.”

Ironhide needed to know how soft you were. He grabbed for your thigh and the soft flesh moved with his hand. Ironhide cocked his head and looked at you. “Comfortable enough to get rid of these?” When you nodded, he asked another question. “Are they important to you?” You shook your head. They were ripped from you. The cool air caused you to gasp and close your legs.

“Why is it so damn cold in here?” You groaned.

“I don’t think you’ll be cold much longer…”

You relax and inhale deeply. With legs still slightly crossed, you reach to undo your bra. You let it fall to the floor and Ironhide and Ratchet are both very close to you again, looking at your breasts. You can’t help but awkwardly smile at them, Ironhide reaching out to touch them.

“I never knew how soft you would actually be-” Ratchet was in awe. “-I could just-”

He didn’t know what he could do. Him and Ironhide were stunned. Ironhide made the first move. “Get on the table right there.” With a nod, you obliged. You hopped onto the cool table and awaited more instructions. “Hm,” Ironhide was taking mental notes now, “You are very obedient.”

“She deserves a reward.” Ratchet was smiling.

“She’s much too small for our spikes-” Your eyes widened at Ironhide’s words, “-but I think I know a way to reward her.”

Ratchet did not have time to ask ‘how?’. Ironhide was moving too fast for Ratchet to have time to say anything. Your thighs were gently grabbed, Ironhide’s large servos being extremely gentle with you. Your legs were spread and Ironhide was in your business instantly. You leaned back slightly and waited for Ironhide’s next move.

“You aren’t much different than us in this department.” Ironhide examined you closer than before. “Can I- Hm, can I taste you?”

You wanted to hide your face. “Sure-” That was all it took. Ironhide’s head was between your legs, practically keeping them spread. His tongue was lapping at you, slowly at first. His optics were closed and he was obviously focused on every inch of you. You fell back on your forearms, resting them on the cool metal of the table. You stifled a moan.

“Be loud.” Ratchet blurted out, “We want to know how you feel.”

You nodded and as soon as Ironhide found your clit you let out a loud moan. Your head fell back and your eyes shut. A soft hum fell from your lips and your breathing quickened.

Ironhide kept doing his thing and caught on very quickly on what pace you liked and how roughly he could hold you.

“Ironhide-” You moaned out, “I’m gonna-” Your nails were digging into your palms. Ironhide understood. Your hips bucked upwards and Ironhide rumbled against you. It drove you over the edge. You were coming undone against his mouth and Ironhide was smiling against you.

A loud moan echoed through the lab as you came. You had half expected Ironhide to keep going, but suddenly, the feeling of him between your legs was gone.

“My turn,” Ratchet mimicked Ironhide’s earlier words.

“Did you just pull me away?

“Yes, I would like a taste,” Ratchet positioned himself between your legs, not even giving Ironhide his attention when he talked. Ratchet’s servos placed themselves on your waist and you leaned back again.

Ratchet was quick to begin to tongue fuck you. His tongue swirled around your clit before licking stripes up your pussy. His optics were not closed. They stayed on your eyes. He maintained eye contact with you as he ‘tasted’ you. He would slowly blink at you, and you were too stunned to look away.

Your hips bucked and Ratchet was quick to push them back down. You let out a soft whine and looked over at Ironhide briefly, who was just… watching. You looked back at Ratchet and everything in you started to tense. A knot formed in your stomach and you were coming undone again.

“Ratchet!” You exclaimed with eyes shut, head thrown back, and body tensed. Ratchet did not slow. You were squirming beneath him. “Fuck!”

A knock came from the hangar door. The only thing causing Ratchet to stop in his tracks.

You writhed with pleasure once he let you go, not registering the knock. You lied on the table and heard Ironhide shout something. You looked up and saw Ironhide with your clothes in one of his servos. He was trying to hand them to you.

“Hey,” Hound yelled from the other side of the hangar door, “Why do-” He paused, “Why do I smell… ‘Fluids’?” As soon as the words left his mouth were rushing to get dressed. “Is there a human in there?”

“Go away!” Ratchet yelled back.

“Ratchet and Ironhide?” Hound bellowed back, laughing loudly, “You both have a human in there?”

“The other scientists,” You started, finishing getting dressed, “they’re going to be here soon, asking about that camera. I should go…” Ratchet and Ironhide looked at you, optic ridges rising. “But, this doesn’t have to be it, not if you don't want it to be!”

Ratchet and Ironhide nodded, “We aren’t done with you yet.”

[pickledpascal]

Love’s Train

Chapter Nine: 2021, Spring Break: In For a Penny

Warnings: Breaking the law, mature themes, sexual themes, guns.

Word Count: 2.5k

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To the slight dismay of Quinn, her friends decided well into the first semester of their second year together that they were going to invade her house for Spring Break. She expressed to them multiple times that it would probably be a bad idea, none of them knew quite how close Quinn was with the Autobots. Letting the Cybertronians live at her house with her parents never came up in conversation even if they talked a lot about her job with them.

“Have you met their leader yet?” Liza asked one night while having dinner with Quinn and Andi. Well, their entire group was there. Nate and Miles were gorging themselves on the food Quinn prepared for the night.

Quinn swallowed her bite slowly as she stared at Liza. “Yeah…” She admitted with a shrug, picking at her food with her fork. Her friends were far more determined to get information out of her than any members of congress could ever be. Liza alone could have been a detective if she set her mind to it.

The table let out an ‘oooohh’ before Andi made a stop motion. “That’s not important. Not as important as figuring out who the guy you talk to for hours in the middle of the night.” She changed the subject. If only Andi knew they were the same person, Quinn wondered what would happen if she ever did find out. It’d be sooner rather than later with all of them coming to her house for the break. 

“You have a boyfriend? Fucking finally.” Liza let out a relieved breath. “Did you find out if he’s your soulmate?” She asked with an excited glimmer in her eyes. 

Yeah, Quinn didn’t exactly show any of them her soul mark yet. Not that it was too hard to hide, the Cybertronian symbols blended in well with the dark ink around it. Quinn even had some blue ink tattoos scattered across her body with the black ink ones. It was a purely aesthetic choice and it paid off regarding this.

Quinn narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at her food. Did she want to lie? Liza was asking all the hard hitting questions and they all knew Quinn’s tells. “Well, I’m not sure if it’s him.” She said, pursing her lips slightly. “But I do feel a connection with him.”

“Yes!” Andi cheered with a bright smile, glad Quinn was finally admitting her feelings to her friends. “You better invite him over to your house for spring break. We definitely wanna meet him.” 

Nate cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. “Are you sure your parents would be okay with that? I mean, there's gonna be five people staying over if he comes." Of course, there came Nate with the voice of logic in the group.

If only he knew just how accepting Quinn's parents were.

"Um, I think they'll be fine with it." Quinn said after a while, scratching at her neck nervously. 

She trusted her friends, they knew some of the worst things about her but still kept by her side. Knowing that Quinn harbored some Autobots at her house wouldn't be the end of their friendship. It might even improve it.

Miles let out a light laugh at Quinn. “That’s it then. We’re all going to Quinn’s house and meeting her maybe soulmate.” They hummed with a smile, setting their utensils on the table as they finished their meal. 

Quinn pursed her lips and sighed. It was decided and there wasn’t much she could do about it. Though it would be nice to finally let Andi know who Quinn was talking to all this time. She just wasn’t sure Optimus would like the idea of being forced to meet four new humans, all of whom he knew nothing about. Besides the times he would hear certain things from Andi through Quinn’s phone…

—----

Since Quinn didn’t want to leave Bumblebee all by himself in the college lots, she decided to offer her friends a lift to her house. Only two agreed to ride with her, Miles and Nate deciding to drive separately. At this point, Andi and Liza were familiar with the yellow Volkswagen so they didn’t question why Quinn had such an old car to begin with. While it was nice to go on a road trip of sorts with her friends, it also meant she couldn’t speak with Bumblebee on the way home. He’d sometimes tell her what Optimus was up to or if he was at the house. Simple things like that. Instead the car was filled with the voices of Quinn’s two friends. 

“One of my friends was able to discreetly hack into some S-7 records and found some pictures of the Autobots if you wanna see?” Liza said with a sly smile as she dangled her phone in front of the other girls, causing Quinn to groan. The amount of times Liza would admit to basically breaking federal law around Quinn, who was basically a law official, started to give her a headache.

Andi immediately grabbed Liza’s phone, “Gimme, I wanna see!” She opened up the other girl’s phone, they trusted each other enough to know each other’s passwords, and clicked on the camera roll. “Finally we get to have a sneak peak at the Autobot leader, we don’t even know his name! So unfair.” She scrolled through a few pictures before finding the ones she wanted.

“I bet Quinn knows.” Liza turned her head to the driver with a sly smile. “I bet you know all the alien robot secrets you just don’t tell us because the government.” She pouted, rolling her eyes. She didn’t blame Quinn for not telling them, it was just fun to be difficult. 

Andi hummed as she looked through the pictures, very engrossed in seeing each of them. The only ones she saw so far was some yellow one, a black one with his canons out, and a few small ones that looked feminine. Little did they know, they were sitting inside the yellow one. “Where’s the red and blue truck?” She asked after a while. Even though they didn’t ever really see Optimus Prime either in his truck or robot form, it was general knowledge that he was a truck. A semi to be specific. 

“Few more pictures then you’ll see him.” Liza said quickly before she turned her attention to Quinn again. “So, you’ve met their leader. You gotta give us something. What was he like?” She asked. 

Quinn swallowed nervously, adjusting her hands on the wheel as if she was the one driving. “Um, well he’s–”

“–Heard you got that deep for me, pray your love is deep for me. I’ma make you go weak for me, make you wait a whole week for me. I see you watching, I know you want it. I know you need it, you want it on you?–” The radio on the dash suddenly sprung to life before Quinn quickly turned it off, her face flushing while her friends looked at her with confusion in their eyes. Bee could really be difficult.

Quinn let out a light cough and gave the others a shy smile. “I still need to work out some kinks with the radio.” She quickly said.

“–Sticks and stones may break my bones but chains and whips excite me!–” The radio started up again before going silent. Quinn took a deep breath in through her nose so as to not slam her fist into Bee’s dash.

Liza let out a light laugh and rolled her eyes. It seemed Bee’s distraction sort of worked. Liza and Andi didn’t care to press Quinn on what Optimus was like but Quinn was incredibly embarrassed. And Liza and Andi didn’t have a clue in the world as to why, Quinn listened to those songs on a daily basis so they didn’t think it was out of the ordinary. But Quinn knew. She wasn’t the one playing those songs. Bee was. With the goal to make her feel flustered. It wasn’t a secret among the Autobots how Optimus and Quinn felt about each other, especially with the little fiasco with Ratchet wanting to educate the couple on proper ways to please each other. Optimus just happened to be the only one who wanted to listen.

—---

The rest of the drive there was mostly uneventful, besides the fact that Andi now knew what Optimus looked like. However, the photos on Liza’s phone were at least ten years old. It showed the Autobot leader’s old bot and truck form but the red and blue flames were Optimus’ signature. For Bee, it was a little easier to hide him because there were some yellow cars out on the road. 

“Wow, when you said you lived on a huge piece of land, I did not expect for you to have a barn.” Andi said as she exited the Beetle, her bags in her hands as she looked around. 

Quinn’s house was a small two-story house but it had a ton of modern touches. Her parents didn’t let anything go to rot. Even the barn looked nice, no peeling paint or doors falling off their hinges. They even had a pool in the backyard. That would be handy for when they were all drunk and off their rockers.

Liza nodded at Andi in agreement and let out a laugh as Quinn led them to their room. Miles and Nate were already there, lounging in their room. One of the best parts about this entire set up was that Quinn’s parents were going on vacation for the same amount of time they’d be visiting. The only downside was that Quinn’s brother was there to watch over them… plus four Autobots that were currently parked inside the barn.

It was late at that point so Quinn immediately locked herself in her room, not caring if her friends were going to do anything without her. As soon as her head met her pillow, she was out like a light. She cuddled up next to another pillow, wrapping her arms around it as she snored lightly.

Quinn’s sleep was interrupted in the middle of the night by a loud horn from outside the house followed by a few high-pitched screams. Quinn whined slightly as she got up from her bed and caught sight of what was happening from a window.  In their pajamas, her friends had found Optimus who was currently towering over them while Ironhide pointed his canons at them.

“Who do you work for?” Ironhide demanded while Miles ran back inside the house, a little too afraid to want to attempt to speak with the Bots. 

“No one, tin can! They’re my friends!” Quinn yelled at them as she opened up her window, shaking her head. It was three AM and it seemed neither her human friends or Cybertronian friends could resist being on the same plot of land for a day. Liza, Nate, and Andi all looked at her before she yelled at them this time. “Now get the fuck back inside the house and go the fuck to sleep!” She huffed.

Nate immediately ran inside, “No need to tell me twice.” Liza and Andi soon followed right behind him. 

Ironhide let out a huff of smoke from his nose before retreating to the barn while Optimus got closer to the house, making his way to Quinn’s window. “Those are your friends?” He asked, setting his hand on her window sill. 

Quinn nodded and let out a breath. “They’re good people. They’ll keep it a secret that you’re here.” She said. If Optimus didn’t like her friends then she’d be in trouble. It would be hard to have her soulmate not agree with the choices she made in her life. 

“Do they know who I am?” Optimus asked softly, afraid Quinn’s friends were listening in from the other side of her door. They seemed like they wanted to know every detail regarding her life. Optimus just so happened to be a big detail. Before Quinn could answer, he added, "Who I am to you?" He had a feeling they didn’t. 

Quinn looked up at Optimus' optics with a regretful look. "No, not yet but… I promise I'll tell them." She said before Optimus caressed her cheek with one of his fingers, trailing it down to her chin to tilt her head up more.

“I suggest you tell them soon, my soul spark. It would be unwise not to in case they… see something they wouldn’t want to.” Optimus whispered, another finger lifting to Quinn’s face so he was holding in between his two fingers while her breathing hitched. The heat of her skin felt good against the coolness of his metallic plating. The human looked at him with wide eyes. What exactly did Optimus have planned for her break? She wanted to find out… “I’ll leave you be for the night. Tomorrow is a different story.” The Autobot’s tone was playful as he retreated from Quinn’s window, leaving her staring at the spot Optimus was just at. 

Snapping her back into reality, Quinn could hear giggling from outside her door. Shit. She slammed her door open, finding Andi and Liza on the floor looking extremely guilty. “Hey…” Liza waved shyly.

“So you’re fucking the Autobot leader, huh?” Andi looked far more smug than Liza did. She had to live with Quinn after all. “‘Soul spark’ seems pretty romantic, don’t you think?”

Quinn crossed her arms, her cheeks bright red as she pouted at her friends. “You guys are insufferable.” She huffed as she helped her friends stand up straight. Apparently she couldn’t do anything on her own time unless it had to do with Cybertronian laws. 

“Just tell us his name and if you’ve seen his…. Well, y’know.” Andi countered, “Then maybe we’ll consider being less insufferable.” Liza lifted a hand to cover her mouth as she laughed, trying to conceal it but failing miserably.

Quinn facepalmed, shaking her head. “Optimus and no, not yet.” She decided she might as well answer truthfully instead of trying to avoid these sorts of questions.

Liza shrugged after a moment of silence, “That’ll change soon with the way he was talking to you.” She pointed out. Quinn had never felt so embarrassed in her life she had to turn away from them and fell face first into her bed.

“Just let us know when you need to be alone!” Andi called to Quinn as she closed her bedroom door and ran down the hall with Liza to their room. 

Soon after, Quinn’s phone vibrated from its place on the end table next to her bed. The human lifted her head as she grabbed her phone. The text was from Andi… She pursed her lips before she buried her head in her arms, hands gripping the sheets.

The text read: “don’t forget to wear protection !!”

[ppnuggie]

Hi! Requests are recently open, so may I have headcanons of how would Bayverse Optimus prime, Ironhide, Drift, and TFP Wheeljack notice that they started gaining feelings towards, a female human reader who's their close friend? (That's all and hope you're doing well)

　　　　　BOTS x fem human reader

　　　　『　ironhide ,, optimus prime ,, drift ,, wheeljack ,, female human reader 』

　　-> bots realizing their feelings for a close friend

　　— fluff ,, sfw

　　— 🫶 bots catching feelings coming up !! im doing alright tho ,, thank you <33

— ironhide

• he’d be surprised ,, thats for sure ,, he knew you were close to him but he never imagined he’d fall for you

• he acts the same ,, for the most part ,, nothing different happens other than the skip in his sparkbeat when you give him a smile

• when in battle ,, he worries a lot about what might happen to you ,, he’s constantly hovering over your shoulder and making sure you dont get harmed

• optimus and ratchet knows whats up 😏 but they aint say nothin

— drift

• itd take him a while to notice his feelings for you arent platonic ,, it’s not that he isnt aware of his emotions but more or so he hasnt had experience with love before

• hes not at all shy about it ,, more or so a natural response towards someone close to you

• he’ll write haikus about you ,, take you for small drive every now and then <3

• he also saves you from crosshairs’s torment 💀 maybe he’ll show off during it too

— optimus prime

• he expected it ,, honestly ,, with how much time you two spend and how you make his spark warm ,, hes not surprised when he finally realizes his feelings for you

• he does hold off on a confession ,, not wanting to put you in risk of any decepticons who might be lurking about or spying on him & the autobots

• he’s worried over your well-being ,, but he also holds off when you ask him to ,, he goes out his way to spend as much time with you as possible

• he may take you out for a drive or you two would chill together ,, enjoying the company

— wheeljack

• hes surprised to know his feelings for you ,, nor is he sure how to react to it ,, but he doesnt stop being friends

• he does amp up the flirting ,, making some suggestive comments or jokes

• he’ll take you for a spin in the jackhammer ,, take you out on missions with him

• but it’ll take him a while to confess

[jazz-miester]

Nsfw One-shot with Bayverse!Optimus, please;)

BtwI’m OBSESSED with your works. I LOVE EM.

I Have Found My Peace In You

Paring: Bayverse Optimus x Reader

Reader type: Gender Nuetral Bot

Song: Would that I- Hozier

Warnings: Smut lol

An: Oh hell yes. Fukin love bayverse Optimus my dude. And i'm glad you like my stuff so much! It means a lot that ya like it lol.

(Also I just did my nails and holy fuck is it hard to type in them. Rip.)

You felt more than saw Optimus come up behind you.His servos settling on your hips before sliding up and over your stomach plating. His helm fell in the crook of your shoulder and neck. His lips pressed to the cabling there. A warm huff of air had you shivering as a smile curved your lips.

"And what are you up to?" Optimus was in a meeting the last time you checked. Something about Autobot and Human alliances that would greatly improve upon the scarce supplies you all had.

You lent back against his chassis as your fingers hovered above the keyboard you were previously engaged with.

"Is it a crime for me to see my Conjunx?" Optimus spoke into your neck. You caught sight of his optics in the reflection of the holo screen. The look of them sent a shiver down your back struts. Often that look was accompanied with your thighs on either side of his helm.

"It is when you are giving me such a look." You could feel him smile. His helm dipping down before nipping at your neck. You yelped and jumped as he soothed it with another kiss. You laughed as smacked at one of his arms wrapped around your waist.

Optimus's response was a laugh of his own and to squeeze your briefly. The sound of it had your spark fluttering. So rare a sound it was anymore. It was pleasant when he did. You couldn't help but wonder what had him in such a light mood.

"Truly, it is your fault. How could I handle myself." He paused pressing yet another kiss to to your neck. "When you are looking the way your are." Optimus couldn't help but find you to be nothing short of divine. The suns low light highlighted all his favorite parts of you. Coupled with the fact that this meeting had actually went well for once. Optimus found himself craving you.

His helm rose digits capturing your chin to turn you towards him. Optimus pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. He took a moment to take all of you in. Optics following the lines and curves of your faceplates. Then there was a tug at your bond. Full of want and desire. Warmth and love. Letting you know just how much he loved you in that moment. The here and the now in between the quiet lull of the war.

"Optimus. I do have reports to finish." They really were not important. You just wanted to tease. You were swiftly turned before your digits could touch the keyboard. The small of your back pressed against it as Optimus leaned forward towards you. You could hear the holo screen going wild until Optimus reached behind you and turned it off.

"The reports can wait." He pressed a kiss to your jaw. One servo traveling over your hip and up your waist.

"Do you really think Ratchet or Lennox would be ok with that?" Optimus huffed an pressed his helm against yours.

"I am the Prime. They can come to me if there is such an issue with it." With a laugh you pulled him in for another kiss. Arms moving to wrap around his neck as he lifted you up by your thighs before resting you on the keyboard.

Foolish decision really. But with him kissing along your neck like this? You were able to discard any real hard feelings about it.

"Oh for the love of Primus. Get a room you two!" Optimus turned to reveal and angry-ish Ratchet. The old war medic was shaking his helm and wagging a digit. Reminding you of one of the old ladies on the rom coms that Bumblebee liked to watch time to time.

"We are in a room old friend. Unless you intend to watch I suggest you leave." You barked out a laugh and smacked his chest with your servo.

"Optimus Prime don't you dare!" You could hear Ironhide laughing while he left just ask quickly as he came pulling a peeved looking Mudflap along with him.

"Absolutely not! I will not have you getting transfluids all over my equipment! Out! The both of you!" Laughing the entire time Optimus pulled you away from the keyboard and holo screen and down the hall. Leaving as you heard Ratchet mumbling about. "A Prime" And "To old to be acting like a couple of younglings freshly bonded."

The short trip down the hall and to the Autobots barracks seemed longer than usual. Then again you were very preoccupied with you lips against Optimus's neck cablings. You could feel his growing heat and hear the hushed growling in his throat.

There was a bond feedback as you felt just how much you were effecting him and honestly you didn't find yourself caring. Instead continuing on with what you were doing with and added roll of your hips against his,

He really did growl then as the door to your habsuit was thrown open. The door all but slammed closed behind the both of you.

You were laid down on the berth with a bit more care and a lot more gently. Optimus hovered above you. His optics cycling as the want went through him.

"Do you realize what you do to me My Spark?" His arms were braced on either side of you. His knees pressed to the berth on either side of your hips. "Truly, you drive me to insanity." His lips found yours. Drawing you close to him. His sweetened breath on yours as his servo came to cradle your face plates before he pulled away. His thumb brushing against your cheek.

"Oh? And you think i'm the unaffected party here?" You turned and pressed a kiss to the palm of his servo. "Really, you've been neglecting me. Being gone for so long." You looked up at him with lidded optics. "You come. Command your troops with that voice of yours and i'm supposed to pretend that i'm ok? It's torture really. I'd imagine it's in that geneva conventions that the humans have."

Optimus laughed. His servo moving away from your jaw to play at the seems on your chassis. "Oh I've been neglecting you now?" His frame moved languidly downwards. Leaving a trail of kisses while he moved before settling between your spread thighs. "Please, allow me to rectify it."

"Mmm. No." Optimus's optics went wide.

"No?" He hummed. "Even if I do this?" His lips pressed against your thighs. To the spot just above your modesty plating. A free servo traveling to the edge of your chassis. Playing at the seems that would lead to your spark chamber.

A surge of pleasure ran through your energy field. The bastard.

Your hips rolled of their own record as he did it again and again. Switching between moving slowly. Smoothly. Like the waves on a calm ocean. Before switching it to a rapid movement. Sure and firm.

Optimus pressed a kiss to your now heated plating. "May I?" He asked. His voice low and hoarse. "Please?" He gave you that same look he had earlier. A soft want pulled at your spark.

You knew that you could end this here. Have everything come to a stop. But then there was the needing. The craving of your conjunx that you have spent to little time with him as of late. Cybertronians are long lived, not immortal.

You let your plating fall back. Both your spike and valve open to the cool air of your habsuit.

Optimus took his sweet time. Trailing kisses to every but the place you craved it most. One servo gently wrapped around your spike as he slowly moved his servo up and down. Taking his time to gather the fluid leaking from its tip before dragging it back down.

Finally. Finally he moved to your valve. Dragging his glossa between your folds before wrapping his lips around your node. He did this again and again as he slowly stroked your spike.

Your hips moved as he did this. Optimus humming as he looked up at you. Watching as you came undone before him. You babbled after a bit. Telling him how much you loved him. Just how good he was and "Oh right there. Please. Frag please don't stop." He hummed again his his digits curled within in you. His mouth now swallowing your spike instead as he pumped his digits in and out of you.

"Optimus.Im. Fraggit." You voice was breathless. Optimus's free servo grabbed one of yours. Settling your joined servos on your stomach as he moved his helm up and down. Optics not once leaving yours as you finally released. Helm thrown back as Optimus swallowed all you had to offer.

"Was that enough of an apology My Spark?" Optimus spoke as he moved upwards. You digits smeared at your own fluids on his face. Wet and shiny it was. The mech always made a mess despite all your complaints. Then again you ever really complained to much. You got to overload repeatedly after all.

"Maybe." You laughed and gave him a kiss. Tasting yourself on his lips as you did so.

"Oh? And what else could you want?" His lips found yours against and again. Your digits dug at every exposed seem of his you could find. Tweaking and pulling at cables and wiring that sent shivers down the Primes frame.

"Your spike. In me." You spoke it near his audial. His mouth once again finding your neck cabling. You hoped that there wouldn't be any bruising. Not wanting to endure the teasing you would sure get from Ironhide and Sideswipe after wards. But after the stunt the two of you pulled in the command center of all places it was sure to happen anyways.

"As My Spark wishes." Optimus pulled himself upwards. Pulling your legs around his hips as he drew you in close. For a brief moment the two of you fumbled with pillows and blankets to place beneath your hips.

His own plating fell back after that. His spike springing out from its housing and bobbing briefly from the force of it.

Optimus moved his spike against your valve. The tip of it brushing against your node had your thighs shivering. Your valve gripping at nothing as you waited for him to finally push into you. You would have began cursing the Prime for not moving sooner until he finally did just that.

He moved slowly. Tourturessly into you. Inch by inch as your valve swallowed him greedily. Optimus paused for a moment when he was full into you. His frame bowed over you. His mouth slightly opened as he cycle cooled air into himself.

Optimus muttered a few curses as he rolled his hips. Dragging his spike against the nodes within you. He did it again and again before pulling out as sliding back within.

He picked up a steady rhythm then. A steady push and pull of his hips.

"Look at you." He muttered. "Taking my spike so well." His vocalizer spat static. His venting just as eratic as yours. "You are doing so good My Spark. Taking me just like that. You feel so good around me." His helm pressed against yours.

"Open your optics." You hadn't noticed that you ever closed this. Enveloped in the pleasure he was bringing out of you. "Open your optics. I want to see you overload. I want you to see what you are doing to your Prime."

He was absolutely undone before you. The crackling charge of your fields in the air. Optimus's optics were blown wide and utterly entranced with your own.

"That's it. That's my good spark. That's it." Optimus rumbled out. His frame shaking from the way he spoke it.

You could feel the growing pleasure coil within you. Winding tighter and tighter with the drag of his hips. Optimus uttered a curse. Then another as his digits found your node. Winding quick tight circles around it until that coil snapped. Broke. Your release followed by his.

He spoke your name. Uttered it like a prayer as your highs came down. Again and again as he kissed along your jaw. His hips pulling away from yours as he fell to your side.

Optimus drew you close to him. Curling his frame around yours.

The two of you laid on your sides facing each other. One of your arms was looped around his. Your other servo cradled his face as he did yours. His other arm was your pillow. Your leg were entwined together as you basked in each others presence.

The two of you said little. As it wasn't needed in the moment. You had almost fallen into recharge if it wasn't for Optimus speaking.

"I am sorry. For not being around more." You could hear the remorse in his voice. You optics opened. Your spark sank and you could feel him on the other side of the bond.

Guilt.

"You are around plenty. Optimus. There is no need to apologize." You pulled him close. Letting him rest his helm against your chassis.

"Still." You stopped him before he could finish.

"Speak on it no longer my Prime. You are here now. And I cherish the time I have with you. It is the effort that you make that brings me peace. Now quiet. Rest. And let me love you." With that Optimus sighed. Wrapped his arms around you and held you close. Basking in the glow of the one his spark was closest to.