#knockout tfp

[artificialangel22]

pov you’re starscream and you told him to stfu in predacons rising (metal pipe sound effect)

[berracids]

I will start to use the term ‘muscle car trio’ when referring to those lovable speedy idiots.

can I ask for headcanons of them (N/SFW either is fine) with a car enthusiast reader who loves tinkering with cars and is a total grease monkey and how each bot is like

SWEET HOT MOTOR OIL, I’ve been waiting for that!, I love those three so much it’s crazy y’all fr

A/N: after some researching, turns bumblebee is the only muscle car out of the three (closest car was still the Camaro), since smokescreen and knockout are sports cars (McLaren 12c and Aston Martin vantage) so that means that bumblebee will be labeled as a sports car to fit into the trio

Bumblebee, knockout and smokescreen HCs with car enthusiast reader

Warnings: slightly suggestive themes

Bumblebee

The yellow scout’s presence was always a delight for you to be around with, even if there were no words spoken on his behalf. You had alot to say for the both of you as you held conversations with bee as he would beep, chirp and whirr excitedly as you would bring the car magazine to read it with him.

Peeking beside your shoulder with his wide puppy like optics staring at you with giddiness as you explain the car lines that will come later that year and the official events that will be held, bumblebee would listen to you talk and explain to him the newly recruited racers, the yellow mech would point his large digit at the paper, pointing to the racer he is betting on to win.

Bumblebee enjoys messing around with yours and ratchet’s tool as he tries tweaking a few things in him before giving up and dragging his pedes with his door wings slung down as he gobies you his biggest puppy optics he can to guilt you into unscrewing some of his bolts so he can relax a bit, for a mech on the smaller side and having the build of a muscle car is lot of load on him, as he is not used to the frame of earth vehicles with it being heavier than his original cybertronian model

Knowing that ratchet would chew your ears and his audio receptors you begrudgingly comply as you can feel him literally buzzing as you unscrew a few of his bolts to relive some of his strain,

That is until he revs his engine suddenly at feeling relaxed which makes you retract your hand quickly to not lose any fingers, and you waste no time reprimanding him, which earns you a guilty and betrayed look by bumblebee as if he didn’t almost cause you to lose a few of your fingers, until you tell him that you will screw his bolts back which gets the yellow mech angry and to whirr with his bright blue optics narrowing at you with his wings pointing downwards as he tries to flee you

Smokescreen

If you think that bumblebee was like a golden retriever puppy just because of his yellow paintjob, then you couldn’t be any more wrong,

Cause smokescreen is the definition of a hyperactive golden retriever that drags you literally anywhere that has the smallest bit of motor related activities, as he wants you to introduce him to all the different types of vehicles

He’s a young mech so he is more curious towards the different form of earth cars and who is better for him to drag than the maestro that you are, with you in his driver seat passing by an auction of brand new sports car, the bright and sleek forms of them catching the gaze of the eye and the optic

Poor you, having to answer all of his questions about the inside of the vehicle,

And I mean all of them, smokescreen won’t stop asking about all the different types of questions for every bolt in the cars that are out there, you would think that by being able to transform into a literal sports car, you would think that he would know the basic earth technology despite it being somewhat primitive to cybertronians

“Hey not all humans know what is in their bodies, we are the same too!, not all of us are medics!” The speedster would excuse his short coming with an embarrassed rev of his engine before his attention is swayed (again) by a sign of someone who sells car parts

“Oh~!, what does an ignition system mean is it like a flame thrower?!, I never knew humans had defensive systems in their vehicles can I get one?!” My sweet summer mech, you make a mental note to have him beside you as you make him read ‘dummy mechanic guide 101’ before you take him to watch the whole process of fixing a car

That mech will cause your pockets to bleed if you caved in for every time he kept begging you to tweak a few things in him, install new upgrades, to make him drive faster.

But do you blame him?, no!, “nothing is better than burning some rubber!” Smokescreen keeps repeating in hopes of poking that competitive driver in you.

Knockout

Speaking about competitive drivers. That is how you two came to know each other.

Meeting at one of the many illegally held street races that knockout goes to blow off some steam, both literally and figuratively, but do you blame the mech? He has the most deranged and unhinged superiors let him have this for himself.

You two raced along with each other more often than not even going on one on one speed off of the finish line to see who would stop first, only for you to do so when your fuel tank is on its last drop as you watch the cherry red vehicle speed off before hearing it’s ‘driver’ laugh at your predicament of being stuck without gas in the middle of nowhere.

“I would advise you to have some extra emergency fuel, you wouldn’t want to lose to me do you?~” lightsparked chuckles left the rolled up illegally tinted glasses of the cherry red car beside you before taking a sharp drift and speeding off into the night leaving you stranded

Rude much?, that was one of the first impressions you had about the anonymous driver of the vantage car, despite that you couldn’t lie and say that his ‘charisma’ (his words) started to to rub off on you and that you in fact do not mind it (also his words)

Days come and you see the unmistakable lavish finish of your racing buddy with his vehicle parked there looking all pretty and buffed to the point you can see your own reflection on the red finish

“New paintjob you got there darling!, where did you get it from?” You turn you head at the sound of the low whistle from your racer friend as he asks where you got the new paintjob of your car

“My own paint booth! At my shop.” And just like that, you have caught knockout’s attention

The decepticon’s medic engine revved with life at seeing you tap on his heavily tinted windows to drop your business card onto his driver seat, and a promise of a very good discount on the polishing and waxing combo

Is this is how humans initiate courtship? Color him satisfied

Because he will take up that offer, so what if he is a huge alien robot that can turn into a car?, do you expect him to pass on such an offer?, of course not!.

And that is how it all came to, just as you were about to close off your shop you heard a loud honk of your ‘friend’ as he drives towards you, “I hope that I am not too late~” and just with that you were met with a 16 feet tall flashy red mech who was waving the business card you gave him a few nights ago with a very mischievous smirk on his faceplate

The thing that knockout forgot to take account for other than turning off his audio receptors because of your blood curdling screams that was caused by seeing his bipedal form like it’s nothing, is that this is your first time seeing him in his bipedal form

“I am expecting extra treatment from you after frying off my audio receptors!” And thats what he is most concerned about,

After sitting you down and giving a brief introduction of himself and reassuring you that he is not planning to harm such a talented craftsmanship such as yours, he wastes no time laying on the plastic covered ground as his helm is supported by his servo with a dashing smile of anticipation while pointing to his red finish

“Polish me like one of your sports cars, and make sure to make it special~” you can’t help the smile that creeps it’s way to your face as you waste no time rolling your overalls and let it hang on your waste to help maneuver when getting into the tiny details of the huge mech laying there in front of you as he rants about his superiors, and how you are a much better company.

After a few hours of polishing and waxing knockout until you can see your reflection on his finish you take a few steps back to admire your work, “already ogling at me aren’t you?, can’t say that I blame you!, I am quite the sight~” he teases as he gets up and takes a look at himself before a look at you seeing the sweat glistening on your exposed skin giving it a shine.

“Can’t say that I’m complaining when having such a sight” such a polished way with words that he has, you thought to yourself as his long talons ruffled your hair before he transforms into his alt mode waving you off and promising that he will make sure to flex your work, “make sure to not make other mechs or earth vehicles look as good as me!”

And with that is how you took knockout as a regular customer, an alien customer that doesn’t pay for the services you provide, at least he provides as a formidable racing buddy

⌗𝗡𝗼𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴/𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴-𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 @berracids

[gaysataniakavictordavidson]

я підтримую челендж

[star-cream]

Flutterfly usually isn't allowed to leave the base [Starscream's orders] but Knockout dont gaf

[poopfartlesbian]

Oooo can we get knockout with a reader who's a total fashionista and and who takes pride in how well kept they are maybe they could even talk about how different beauty standards are between humans and Cybertronian and what similarities they share I think it could be really interesting and maybe reader could try and do his makeup maybe causes he's got a date with breakdown later I'm also gonna be a regular on this blog so I'm dubbing myself 🦔anon ✌️

YESSSS I LOVE WRITING ANYTHING THAT INVOLVES KNOCKOUT!!

Human, GN!Reader and Knockout friendship things, Reader is a stylist

Flawless Reflections

The whir of polishing drones hummed in the background like white noise. Knockout stood in front of a towering mirror pane bolted into the far wall of his personal workspace. A warm, luminescent gloss shimmered across his cherry-red plating, gleaming with effort and precision.

You lounged nearby on a sleek countertop, legs crossed, flipping through a digital fashion magazine you’d downloaded onto your tablet. When Knockout stepped back and made an admiring hum at his own reflection, you glanced up, grinning.

“Breakdown’s gonna short a few circuits when he sees you tonight.”

Knock Out turned his helm slightly toward you, optics bright with amusement. “Of course he is. As if I would present myself in anything less than perfection.”

You set your tableg down on the counter and stood up, walking towards the area of the counter that was closer to him to get a better look.

“Hmm... I’ve gotta ask. Do Cybertronians have makeup? Like, real cosmetic stuff? Not just polish and detailing work.”

Knock Out smirked.

“You mean like your powders and creams? Not quite. Our version of ‘makeup’ is more about finishings—electro-lacquers, nano-gloss, energon-reactive detailing pigments. Some bots even use microprojected surface modulations for dramatic effect. But all of it’s tailored for our materials and sensory feedback.”

“Figures...”

You stepped around him, studying the smooth lines of his armor. “Human skin care would probably melt off your faceplates anyway.”

He chuckled. “And your eyeliner would fry if I applied it to my servos.”

“Hmm...” you thoguht for a moment, then, reaching into your tote, you pulled out a compact palette. “Wanna see how a human does it? I can't really use any of my products but I can use this paint over here.”

Knockout tilted his helm, visibly intrigued. “Why not? I do love a muse with taste.” He bent at the knee so his face was closer to your level.

You smiled as you stepped up to a rolling stool and climbed on for height. With a small paint brush by the large bucket of silver chrome paint, you traced along the smooth line beneath his optic.

“You know,” you said, working with a practiced hand, “beauty’s kind of a battlefield here on earth. For humans, I mean. There’s this endless pressure to be effortlessly perfect, to be symmetrical, flawless, young… And the irony is, perfection isn’t even the goal anymore—uniqueness is.”

Knockout hummed thoughtfully. “Sounds familiar. We judge based on polish, functionality, frame work… but there’s still that pursuit of individuality. I’m admired because I make style the standard. Others just chase practicality.” He glanced at your hand. “This paint you’re using—not exactly my usual gold accent but I like it.”

You nodded. “It’s meant to bring out your optics. If I had your kind of canvas, I’d use something with a chrome shimmer or ultraviolet underglow. Something that reflects movement. Afterall, you are all about the drama.”

“Flattery gets you everywhere,” he purred. “Tell me, would humans ever paint themselves entirely in one color, like we do? It seems efficient.”

“Not usually,” you said, stepping back to admire your design. “Think monochrome fashion, or full-body paint. But we also obsess over contrast. Complexion, undertones, hair, texture… Humans are all about combining layers and highlighting flaws as features. It’s chaos, but it works.”

He thought for a moment, picturing that in his head. “Fascinating. And yet here you are, painting me like a canvas.”

You grinned. “Because you’re beautiful, Knockout. And I’m a stylist. It’s what we do.”

He straightened, optics glowing with something halfway between pride and soft amusement. “Breakdown’s going to fall over himself when he sees this.”

“Tell him I charge for full face beats." You teased, putting the brush away with the paint. Knockout turned slightly to admire the design in his mirror—sparkly silver contouring, a subtle sweep up like sharp eyeliner wings, dramatic but elegant.

“You know,” he said slowly, “I should bring you along on more missions. Keep the aesthetic standards of this faction from falling into the gutter.” You smiled, flattered that the fashionista of the Decepticons was flattering your work. "Only if I get hazard pay for working around all the unpolished scrap metal you call coworkers."

He laughed, full and genuine, and for a moment, the sterile, med bay felt like the inside of a luxury salon.

I hope you like it! I'm still figuring out my writing style but I'm getting the hang of things! <3

[skelekerrry]

He was so real for that.....one of my favourite scenes from the final episodes, dude just wants to be appreciated 😭

One "thank you" and he's on team Prime, imagine if Optimus praised Screamer a little bit

Yes, this is how my superior brain saw the scene

[transformers-spike]

Mmmm handholding intimacy part two

[orionfrommars]

TF One Bumblebee as TFP Bumblebee? why not

[Please do not steal, trace, repost or modify my work]

[axolartandfics]

Reactions to getting in trouble with Ratchet (he is not paid enough for this)

Art for my wip TFP fic To Earth and Back Again

[99sora66]

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[gaymasterchief]

by oohmetal

[mikaaa889]

[omnipotentgarlicbread]

You guys should totally go check out my YouTube channel :)

[energon-depo]

koss for the koss nation out there!

[robotwifehoarder]

girl im free if u need any help with that 💅

[enk0o]

Knockout my favorite Diva 💅✨️🎀