#tfp knockout x reader

[harventheblorbo]

Can you do a Tfp headcanon of the cons' reaction to their s/o is about to fall off from a great height trying to get something?

Head cannons for the TFP deceptions reaction to their human S/O almost falling from a high place trying to get something!

Containing; Megatron, StarScream, Soundwave, Knock-out, Breakdown, and Shockwave

___ is human and Gender neutral

Warning; None

Megatron;

When he sees you climb up something, he double takes and just gives you a dumb stare. His optics follow the path on where your trying to go and see your trying to grab something up high on one of the nemesis's shelf in the throne room.

He walks over to where you are just in time for you to lose your grip and almost fall. He quickly catches you with two servos. He gives you a lecture on how dangerous it is as he grabs the item you wanted.

When you fell it almost gave him a heart attack even if he won't admit it. He cares about you even if he doesn't show it but he would go insane if you were injured whilst he was in the room.

Starscream;

When starscream sees you on something high, he freaks out and runs over to where you are and trys to calmy pick you up. He's pretty nervous with you being a human and how small and vulnerable you are.

When you look up at him with confusion, he questions why in the all spark you would climb up the tall shelf that was more than 10 times your size with no supervision.

When you answer that you wanted to grab something that you wanted to get, he sets you aside and grabs the item you wanted to get and give you it.

Sound wave;

Normally, you ask him to grab you something but unfortunately, he was busy and you didn't wanna ask him since you felt too embarrassed to.

When he glances over you climbing up a shelf, he panics a little in the inside. He walks over and stares at you until you look back. He uses voice clips from other bots to ask what you are doing.

When you respond, he asks if you need help. Right as you are about to answer, he quickly grabs you. When you respond, he grabs the item and bring you and the item over to his monitor.

Knockout;

When he hears some grumbles and you struggleing to get up, he naturally gets curious. So, he looks at your direction and gets immediately scared. He panics and runs over to where you are.

When you slip and fall a little abit, you end up stretching your knee before he can get to you. When he finally catches you, he pauses for a moment.

He unfreezes and stands up straight thinking for a moment. He glances down at you and exames you quickly. He puts you down and treats you quickly as he asks what the hell you were doing. He quickly grabs the item and puts it next to you.

Breakdown;

Just after he sees you on the shelf, he rushes over as you trip while climbing up. He quickly picks you up. At this point, his level of anxiety is through the roof and just trying to process what happened while also trying to figure out what to say.

He brings you over to the med bay as he doesn't know how to patch you up all that well as knockout does. He lectures you on how you should have asked him to grab whatever you wanted to grab.

Shockwave;

Shockwave is usually the first person that you talk to whenever you need something that is beyond your reach. Unfortunately, today you were having a bad day and didn't feel like being a burden and asking him.

Yet, when you crawled up the shelf to grab it, you unfortunately slipped and landed right on your behind which caused a sharp pain. Shockwave heard you wheeze in pain as it rather took the air from your lungs.

He speed walked to where you were and quickly grabbed you with his servos. He asked what was wrong and what happened. He nods as he listens as his antennas twitch. He listens and sets you aside and grabs it and gives it to you.

He gives a small lecture on how it was illogical for you to not ask you as he carries you to knockouts med bay.

[smallestapplin]

Ngl, I was eating strawberry ice cream and I couldn't help but noticed that it looked kinda like trans fluid...just creamier...so if it's okay if I could request Bumblebee, Knockout and Bluestreaks reaction to seeing their human partner licking off some melted ice cream the ran down thier arms? You could make it spicy if you want, up to you!

Just have fun with it, anyway thank you and enjoy the rest of your day!

I hope I can do this Justice! I went with G1 Bee, I miss g1 rn.

Reader is gn! Lewd thoughts but nothing happens, so MDNI!

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Bumblebee

It’s innocent he knows that, it’s not even the right shade! It’s hot out today and all you wanted to do was cool off with a sweet treat, why did his processors have to make it dirt? His optics watching intently as you lick up a strawberry flavored popsicle, the soft slurping reaches his audials making his frame tremble as he imagines you sucking on his spike.

His blue optics steadily glow brighter watching the cream pink colored liquid slide down your arm, letting out a shaky ex-vent as your tongue drags across your skin. Oh you could do that to his valve, clean up all his transfluid he’s been saving just for you and-

“Bee, are you alright?”

The yellow bot jumps at the sound of your voice, snapping him from his filthy thoughts. Optics focusing on you, noting you had already finished your popsicle and were now looking at the blushing mech curiously.

“O-oh me? Pff, yeah I’m fine, better than ever, nothing wrong here!”

You riase an eyebrow at the shaking bot, his face plate a bright blue as his metal begins to rattle with how much he is trembling. His legs tightly together trying to hide the transfluid leaking around his modesty paneling, he has no idea how he’s going to explain this if you realize it or find out, he can only pray to primus he can get back to his habsuite soon.

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Bluestreak

Poor Bluestreak can’t even look at you right now, the image of the pink cream leaking down your chin was enough to make his horn honk and lights flash before he quickly got himself under control after scaring the daylights out of you burned into his processor. For once the chatty bot was quiet, he’s so embarrassed he even did that! Looking at you wasn’t an option, his only choice now is to dig a hole, bury himself, and rust away and hope Primus will give him a swift death.

“Bluestreak, it’s okay! You just spooked me is all, I thought that was cute.” You are trying so hard to reassure him everything was fine.

But everything was not fine, how could anything be fine when his spike is pressurized against his modesty paneling with you right beside him? And you thought he was cute! His EM field is going crazy, and you think he’s cute?

Bluestreak is trying so hard to keep his intake shut as you place your soft hand against his arm, trying so hard to tell him it’s okay, but it’s not! He has to bite his derma to stop himself from begging you for a chance, there is so much more he can do with his intake he promises!

He wants to beg you to use his face, tell him what you want, let him give you as much transfluid as you want-

“Bluestreak, please! You’re overheating, babe.”

He’s going to offline here.

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Knockout

Drive in movie theaters are Knockout’s second favorite place to be, he finds these Earth movies fun and engaging, he likes taking you with him as a sort of date night. Often his voice speaks over the radio so only you hear him, and you two swap commentary on the movie in question. However he falls silent watching you sit comfy in his driver’s seat, pint of strawberry ice cream in your lap and eating it happily.

“Gh!” Your noise of shock making him look, and oh does it make his engine rev.

The cold cream sliding down your chin and down your neck from a bite too big for your mouth, you tilt your head back and swallow what you have before reaching for a napkin to clean up your mess.

“Don���t.” Knockout’s hushed voice stops you mid reach, only further shocking you when he starts to pull out of the parking lot.

“Wait, what about the movie, we weren’t done watching it.”

“I want to lick that off your first, get you clean before I cover and fill you with something a little more appetizing.” He purrs, his voice low and chuckling as you squeak at his words.

His darling is simply just too cute to not want to eat up. You make it too easy to tease you, get you flustered and a mess for him without even needing to touch you. But you just had to look so good for him, taunting him like that knowing you have such a powerful hold over him.

Such a simple things has him charged and ready to go, all because it’s you.

[orionsnotcanon]

Ok so... I had a dream about knock out months ago after binging TFP... I've been wanting to write it myself at some stage but I also really want to share it since I came across your recent post.

Reader is a fan of street racing and has their eye on a particular red car that seems to frequently show up. So imagine their surprise when they see it parked Infront of their work after a super long shift. They take some time to admire it before they hear a voice.

"Admiring?" He asks. They're flustered, not realizing someone was in the car. They can't see through the tint of the windows. It's a back and forth of flattery before he offers them a ride. They're hesitate but can't pass up the opportunity and get in only to see no driver but it's already too late.

ooo this aligns so well with the daydream i’ve got goin most days! Street Race Enthusiast Darling who can’t really afford to participate cuz those mods are EXPENSIVE but they’ve recently been seeing one car at every if not every other race they go to. Maybe it’s coincidence, maybe not..

Ahh street racing, truly an exhilarating hobby.

A thrilling watch, never knowing if these unsanctioned races will take a fiery turn, who’ll win, who’ll throw the first punch.

Lately, however, there’s been one continuous winner at most of the races you attend, a red beauty who’s driver never shows their face. You have no idea if he even collect the reward money after, you’ve never seen the trade off personally. Usually one of the losers try to start a fight, and you typically don’t want to stay around for the ending in case any weapons are drawn.

Most nights it works out, leaving just before things get too hairy and making it home in time to get enough sleep for work in the morning. You’ve never noticed how that beautiful red blends in so well with the shadows of back alleys and side streets.

KnockOut, however, is well aware.

Of how oblivious you are, of how many of those degenerates like to follow after you when you’re not looking. But he’s always right behind you, so you never have to notice just how much a darker crimson blends in better than his red.

Which means, it was a night like any other. Biking home late, unaware of the unworthy meat sacks that followed, and sleeping peacefully under your secret protectors watch. He didn’t have to speak to you to know that of course you’d be grateful, especially after all he’s worked to get for you.

Waking up to your bike missing, however, he may have to,, acknowledge it was a bit,, much.

Sure, it meant you were late to work,, again, but he would take care of it all, don’t you worry.

After just half a shift, your manager had to give you the unexpected news that you were being let go.

Apparently, a few customers had called to complain about you specifically. You try to argue that it must be a mistake, that you’ve done nothing but be a good employee, but the decisions already been made. The idea that someone might have it out for you crossed your mind, you have been a frequent at some of those shady races. But what or who could possibly have a problem with you?

You sigh as you exit early, grumbling under your breath and trying to figure out how to make this paycheck last, before something catches your eyes.

A beautiful, freshly waxed double of that race car you’ve been seeing lately. A low whistle escapes you as you exhale, glancing around as you casually stroll closer.

With no one in sight, you really take a look. Maybe leaving early wasn’t too bad, they might have left before you were able to get a peak.

Slowly, you admire the side closest to you, taking in all the details while making your way to the front of it.

“What a beauty..” You exhale, crouching down in front of the bumper to lightly trace your fingers over all the little details.

Suddenly, the lights turn on and the engine rumbles, startling you off your feet and back onto your ass.

“Like what you see?” An amused, self satisfied voice sounds from, what you can only assume, is the drivers side window.

Turning almost as red as the paint job before you, you quickly get to your feet. Like a deer in headlights you look back at the windshield, trying to find a face to speak towards at least.

The tint is so thick, you can’t think it’s legal, even as you shuffle back to the drivers side.

“Haha, I uh, yeah, sorry,” You laugh sheepishly, embarrassed a bit at just how slack jawed this stranger must have seen you, and how flushed you must be right now, “Your cars a real beauty is all.”

You make your way to the driver side door, keeping a respectable distance as he lowers the window a crack. You can’t see anything inside, despite your best, discreet, efforts.

“Why thank you, you’re not too bad yourself~” He muses, making you laugh awkwardly as you avert your gaze for a moment, “Where is someone like you off too at this hour? Can’t be much to do.”

You shrug, shifting on your feet as your eyes drift back to the car. Could it be..?

“Ah, ya know, just.. walkin around,” you hum, surely a street racer would keep his winning ride somewhere unseen. Was this guy not afraid of being caught?

“Would you prefer to drive around?” He asks, the undertone of eager anticipation going unnoticed by you in your thoughts. The offer itself, however, is enough to snap your attention to the window though.

It catches you off guard. Go for a ride? In this thing? It’d truly be a dream come true but you haven’t even seen this guys face yet!

Noticing your hesitation, the car inches just a small bit forward. “Come on, live a little! I’ll drop you off wherever you want~?”

You bite your lip, mulling it over. For the past few years the only thing exciting in your life was the occasional street race. You’d yearned to drive one of those beasts, and here was an offer to at least ride in one. Sure, stranger danger, but.. you mindlessly reach into your pockets, slowly fingering the can of pepper spray you kept on you. Maybe… Maybe you could do this.. just this once! You’ve been smart and responsible, you deserved a bit of fun especially after being fired for something you didn’t even do.

Slowly you nod, a small smile creeping up on your face. “Okay… okay! I mean, if it’s alright with you.”

You nervously, excitedly, jog to the other side, your smile growing as the door pops open a crack so you can swing right in.

In your excitement you buckle first before facing your hopefully new friend. That wide, shy grin dropping instantly as you see an empty drivers seat.

Your hand flies to the handle even as you hear the sound of locks clicking into place, you panic and push hard at door, or at least try to before the seatbelts have you in a vice grip against even the head rest. Tears form as you struggle, a soft voice coming from the dash area as the lights flicker slightly with each word.

“Hushhh, you’ll be safe now,” that same voice from before drawls, you can hear the curl in his lips as something leaks from the air vents. It’s becoming harder to breathe.

“Just close your eyes and when you wake up, we’ll be in your new home.”

[lazypanartist]

Intrigued by the concept of sparklings & how they may function onboard the Nemesis..

Knockout x Breakdown x Sparkling! Reader

Like BABY baby bot

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The only other KOBD+Sparkling fic I've seen had Sire BD and Carrier KO

And ofc that's incredible

But like…

Sire! Knockout that watches as you explore your world, almost tripping over your tiny pedes in your excitement

Carrier! Breakdown that watches you closely, stopping you from running underfoot in busy areas

Sire! Knockout that starts teaching you his trade at a young age. "This is how you remove the chest plating to restore the most important energon lines a mech has."

No one on the crew wants to be at his mercy when he's teaching you.. they're afraid he may cut something vital in his effort to make a point

Carrier! Breakdown that literally carries you, even after your birth. He has a sparkling sling, as well as the option to store you in his subspace, and exercises both options accordingly

Vehicons get used to seeing you running around during meetings, then laughing as your carrier scoops you into his massive servos to calm your little steps

Parents Knockout and Breakdown who know what each of your little babbles mean, who both carry energon treats in their subspaces to soothe you when needed

Sire! Knockout, who only wants to see you grow up and stay by his side

Carrier! Breakdown, who only wants to see you grow up safely

[bones4thecats]

New anon appears! (🐝 emoji icon)

Head empty, only TFP S/O with sparklings concept idea from your list! :D

Really thinking about the S/O concept with either Ultra Magnus or Knockout but it's up to you!

Sorry it's my first time ever requesting a fix from someone so my bad if I'm doing it wrong D:

┗ They're Their Dumb Kids; TFP × S/O ┛

Characters: Arcee, Ultra Magnus, Knockout, and Breakdown (Transformers Prime) A/N: Hello there, 🐝Anon! I'm thankful you like that prompt, I was really into the thoughts of them being step-parents to these kids and proving themselves worthy mentally. Hope you do like the Ultra Magnus and Knockout parts! Also, you did perfectly fine on requesting! Not to shabby for a newbie! ⇘ Summary: Having a child and proving your worth to yourself is hard enough, but when that child isn't yours, it can be harder than ever for the person who just earned the title.

Thought I should mention this too, the father's of the sparklings in each pieces are: Arcee's -> Soundwave / Ultra Magnus' -> Dreadwing / Knockout's -> Makeshift / Breakdown's -> Wheeljack

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🏍️ When you joined the Autobots, everyone knew how protective you were of your sparklings. Two little ones, the female you named Compass, and the male your deceased lover happily named Trident.

🏍️ Trident's arms matched Soundwave's, though they were a completely different color. One of the first moments Arcee began to bond with Trident, had been insecure of his appendages, only seeing the evil that came from them. Also known as; his sire.

🏍️ She laid a servo on his shoulder pad and smiled, telling him it wasn't his CNA that defined who he was, but how he acted and what he decided to do. He may look like Soundwave in certain ways, but that didn't mean he was like him in reality.

🏍️ Arcee absolutely adored Compass when she first spoke. She transformed into a tiny computer that could wire itself to any kind of technology and hack like nothing. And, unlike her brother, she had no sense of insecurity, rather, she found it cool that she could do that.

🏍️ Your sparkmate does enjoy spending time with the two, though, sometimes her own insecurities flare up and cause her to believe she would eventually fail in keeping them safe.

🏍️ Every time you three see this, you come up from behind and hug her, giving her so much love that it would make Cupid hurl.

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🎖️ Ultra Magnus was surprised that Optimus allowed you to have your sparkling around, as they were the spawn of a Decepticon. Specifically, Dreadwing. Everyone, even humans, could tell that your female sparkling took the most after her sire.

🎖️ She had the same guarding around her face, including the little movable points around her face plate. She also had fairly large wings for her smaller build. These wings almost reached the size of one of Soundwave's arms, shockingly enough.

🎖️ Ultra Magnus, despite the concerns at first, does enjoy to be around your sparklings. Your two boys, Coil and Backway, both enjoyed to be with him. They were the first to actually accept Ultra Magnus as a sire-figure, which made him loosen up slightly.

🎖️ On the other hand, your only female sparkling, Ember, was more reluctant. She loved her biological sire so much, despite his alliances, and it was hard moving on from him. But, as Ultra Magnus began to lead and show his emotions more with her, she opened up and accepted him.

🎖️ He understands he can't replace Dreadwing, and he does honor him after the war with your sparklings. And it's this actions that brings them closer together. There are no outsiders in your family.

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🪚 Makeshift and you were a match made by Unicron. A complete mess of a bond that ended in a complete blaze. And it was through this bond that three mechs were created, each different completely yet similar by one thing: they were all named by your old friend, Knockout.

🪚 Your oldest, Buzzjaw, your second oldest, Savvy, and your youngest, Snowdrift, all adored Knockout. Because Makeshift was never involved in their lives and development, Knockout became their sire figure through and through.

🪚 Buzzjaw normally keeps to himself, staying just as silent as his sire, but, whenever he spends some one-on-one time with Knockout, he becomes more talkative than a parrot. Meanwhile, Savvy is naturally talkative, and loved to learn about different parts of the Cybertronian body.

🪚 Finally, you have Snowdrift. Snowdrift is by far Knockout's favorite sparkling of yours. He always has a completely blank face due to his mask, but Knockout can tell what emotion Snowdrift feels just by looking into his optics. This makes your youngest feel less like an outsider in his family, and more like a central piece in it.

🪚 You love seeing Knockout telling a story about a successful mission. But, you also love it when your boys end up seeing you buffing your sparkmate down. They have ended up holding back their laughs at seeing the prideful mech all scratched up.

🪚 Oh yeah, he also has this urge to keep the three perfect looking. Meanwhile, each of them (mainly Savvy) will get scratched up so badly that it almost causes Knockout to literally knock himself out

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🥊 You despised Wheeljack with a passion. Back on Cybertron, he was the perfect mech. He was polite and he understood everything you said. But, after the war began, he just completely changed, becoming a bot you couldn't recognize. This led to a fight in which you left his side for the Decepticons, since your closest friends were on that side. Including Breakdown.

🥊 During the fight, Wheeljack had taken two of your boys, Oilbite and Wildfeather. This angered you so much, you had to be put away for a few Earth weeks due to your anger issues. During that time, Breakdown began to bond a lot more with your three other sparklings.

🥊 Riot, your second oldest, did enjoy Breakdown being around. He wanted to smash everything in sight a majority of the time, as he inherited your anger issues and Wheeljack's, but, after speaking with the blue-Decepticon, he learned to control his anger better, which pleased you.

🥊 Whistle, the middle child, just adored Breakdown. She loved seeing him fight and enjoyed spending time with her uncle Knockout. She would spend hours in the medbay with the two of them, hanging around and learning about everything the two knew. It was honestly heartwarming.

🥊 Turbine and Ace, your twin youngests, were the ones that Breakdown was most nervous about being around. But, with the help of Knockout and you, his confidence rose high enough for him to reach out and begin raising the two youngsters. They just love him so much, and his spark almost melted when they called him their sire for the first time.

🥊 On the other hand, the two that Wheeljack took just glared at Breakdown. But, when the war finished and they actually began to speak with you and their distant-siblings, they realized just how much of a crucial role Breakdown played in their growth. Hell, even Wheeljack had to admit, the guy sounded pretty cool.

[ricegobbler]

Hi I happy your open can you do the tfp cons react to finding a pod full of sparkling I head canon them to be small and squishy like mashmellows and cute noises like squeaks and beeps I love sparkling so much they are so cute

TFP Cons react to sparklings in a pod!!

FIRST OFF TY FOR REQUESTING!!

SECOND I LOVE THIS REQUEST. THE EVIL CONS AND SOME CUTE LIL BABIES IS THE BEST THING EVER. unless Airachnid gets to them.

ANYWAYS, ENJOY!!! ILYSM<333

Warnings‼️: mention of death, and other than that it’s just some sparklings aching the cons sparks😈

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It was a normal routine on the Nemesis. Soundwave was doing some work, Starscream was probably plotting something to overthrow Megatron, Shockwave was just in his lab doing who knows what, Knockout and Breakdown were prob making out in the medbay, Dreadwing was walking around the Nemesis, Predaking was just planning to kill Starscream, Airachnid? Idfk. And Megatron was prob smoking dark energon in his berth

Just then, Soundwave picked up a signal of a pod that had crash on earth. Megatron sent Starscream and Knockout to go check it out, seeing the two come back with a pod full of sparklings.

wuh oh.

Megatron:

-is kinda disappointed bc he thought there’d be something useful inside, although new sparklings means new soldiers, so it wasn’t that bad.

-he quickly ordered knockout and breakdown to check up the little ones tand wanted results soon after. (He wanted to know if they were in good condition for fighting in the future)

-he’d probably order some vehicons to make some type of room to care for the sparklings. And yes he’d keep them. Why? Well, not only does he want them for the future, but there’s a war happening. He doesn’t want anything to happen to them☹️

-after some time the sparklings had arrived he saw one all alone just in the halls of the Nemesis. He was confused, but he just picked up the thing and as soon as he did it beeped at him, smiling afterwards and started to play with his digits.

Sparkling giggling and playing with one of Megatrons digits.

“Frag..” Megatron sighed.

-after that encounter let’s just say there would be atleast a couple of sparklings taken by the warlord. (He wants to tell them stories of cybertron and his past)

-sometimes you could catch him holding a sparkling or two while ordering some vehicons to do stuff. (He doesn’t scream at them though, they’re lucky a sparkling is near💀)

Starscream:

-he hated them. Hate hate hate hate.

-why? One of them spat on him 💀

-at first he thinks they’re gross and useless. Like, he doesn’t want gross babies around the ship during a war.

-sometimes when he’s ordered to take care of some he’d make some vehicons (Steve) to take care of them instead. He doesn’t have time for gross creatures.

-one day Starscream saw one of the sparklings in his berth, it was left by Steve(he still loves the sparklings, he just got tired of Starscreams bs)

-this specific sparkling was one that was able to at least mutter some things out. So next thing you know, Starscream is telling the sparkling to repeat after him💀

“Repeat after me, little one. ‘Lord starscream’” The sparkling just babbled and giggled at him while he huffed in slight annoyance.

-after that he’d still atleast a couple of sparklings from others just to teach them words like, “lord Starscream” or “master Starscream.” He wants them to know he’s gonna be the lord one day😭

-the more he took them the more they grew to him. Sometimes he’d just take some just bc he wants something to snuggle with after getting his aft kicked by Megatron.

Knockout:

-same reaction as Starscream. But he doesn’t hate hate them, he’s just a little grossed out bc they’re babies (he was rlly grossed out when one spat on Starscream, but it was funny)

-When Megatron ordered him and Breakdown to take care of some he instantly gave them to Breakdown. He doesn’t want anything happening to his paint🙄

-after a while, Breakdown eventually made Knockout to hold one. As soon as Breakdown gently gave it to Knockout, it snuggled into his chassis and smiled up at him. His spark ached. It wasn’t so anything disgusting, it was just snuggling with him.

Sparkling cooing at him with a smile while Knockout started processing his thoughts.

“Hm. You’re cuter and more behaved than I thought..” He mumbled.

-after that the more Megatron would order him and Breakdown to take care of them he is more than happy to. He loves them now. He wouldn’t steal them since he sees them everyday. (They’re babies wondering on a war ship, they’re gonna get hurt🤷🏻‍♀️)

-he’d tell them stories of his races, sometimes he’d lie and say he’d win the races he’s actually lost at💀 he’d also rant to them about drama stories or horror movies he’s watched at the drive in theaters, in return he’d get some giggles and babbles and he loved it<3

Breakdown:

-he LOVES them.

-at first though he was confused, and a little scared. He didn’t wanna step on any of them, they’re so small he has to make sure of his surroundings 😢

-when Megatron first ordered him and Knockout to take care of them he was excited, still nervous tho. When Knockout gave all of them to him he was ecstatic.

-he’d play with them, show them around the Medbay, make them laugh, like omfg he can do this with our babies too ykyk. (IM JPJPJPJP. maybe.)😓

Breakdown just holding a sparkling.The sparkling playing with his digits and giggling. *cue happy tears* </3

-he loves talking to them, he just says random things and they just listen closely. He loves Knockout, but it’s good to talk to someone else in the Medbay too yk?

-He wouldn’t really steal any sparklings since he’d see them everyday either way. (Again, Babies on a war ship.) He loves them very much even if he’s able to crush them☺️

Soundwave:

-he was a little confused, why was there sparklings just in a random pod? Could they all have a carrier? What’s happening.

-he honestly didn’t mind tho since there’s a war happening and sparklings cannot survive in war conditions.

-when Megatron first ordered him to take of some he was more than willing to.

Sparklings giggling while they’re in his tentacles as he works-

-ok. Yeah. He doesn’t know the best way to take care of them, so he just lets them rest in his tentacles while he does work.

-but he’d eventually do more like flash them smiley faces on his visor, play some shows like MLP. (Megatron was caught watching MLP with them once-) and he’d even let them mess with laserbeak. He’s pretty gentle with them, he’s just gotta do work to ykyk.

-when some can’t sleep he’d walk around the Nemesis with one and let them hear recordings he’s taken to make them sleep in his arms. (He’d play like lullabies🥹)

Shockwave:

-he thought it was illogical they were there. I mean, war times, hello????

-he didn’t gaf abt their presence. He’s busy in his lab doing stuff (to me) Jk!!

-But when the day Megatron ordered him to at least take care of one he acted differently towards the little ones.

Sparkling just watching him work, “what is it that your optics are looking at..?” Shockwave asked, the sparkling just giggled at him. Making his spark ache a bit, all he said was, “illogical answer.” 💀

-honestly, it’s nice having someone else in the lab other than himself. Sometimes he’d get to show them how some projects work and see the little reactions he gets from the sparkling(s) (dw the projects r like safer ones)

-he’d make them little stuff too in case they ever get bored while he works. And he’d make little goggles for their optics in case of danger.

-Although, it’ll take him a while to act like this to them. He’s not used to acting so differently around others, especially sparklings. (It’s been a while, give him a lil break-) But he’ll definitely warm up to them dw<3

Dreadwing:

-MY NUMBER 1😍😍😍😍😍

-at first he felt awful. Seeing little sparklings in a pod during war ached his spark. He was like one of the only Decepticons on the ship that still had some good in him.

-when Megatron ordered him to take care of some he did so right away. Not just bc he was loyal to Megatron, bc he wanted to actually care for them.

Sparkling(s) just sleeping in his arm while snoring softly. “I’ll protect you no matter what..” Dreadwing mumbled.

-love this man.😢

-he doesn’t want them to go through anything, especially after the loss of his twin brother. Losing him was enough, losing these sparklings who haven’t even gone through much of life yet would hurt his spark even more.

-he’d cradle them, cuddle, literally anything that’s good. He’d take them from Starscream tbh, he doesn’t want Starscream rotting their brains with dumb bs.

-He’d also take some from others when they’re not looking bc he loves them sm.

-sometimes you could catch him under a pile of them while just smiling or chuckling. (Ima marry this man omfg. HES ALIVE TO ME.😒)

Predaking:

-confused. What’s a sparkling?

-when he’s told what they are he’s a little scared of them. He’s like a cat scared of a little puppy. 😭

-but when Megatron assigned him to take one he instantly warmed up.

Sparkling crawling around and Predaking in his alt just sniffing it. Once the sparkling sneezed he flinched a bit but he loved its small cute beep sound. “You’re mine now.”

-he’d carry some almost everywhere. He’d also give them little ride when he’s in his alt mode. Like he’d let them hop on from his wings and like fly around, not to high though. He’d fly like the perfect height for them.

-you could also catch this dude stealing some sparklings, ending up with him behind buried in them while he rests in his alt.

-he’d especially take some from Starscream and teach them to say nasty things abt him. He’d growl at anyone (mainly Starscream) who tries stealing one from himself.

Airachnid:

-HATES THEM.

-literally she is the last Megatron would assigned the sparklings to. ACTUALLY NO. I DONT EVEN THINK HE WOULD ASSIGN ANY TO HER AT ALL. (I’m sorry Airachnid lovers, it’s the truth tho)

-if she even had the chance she’d probably just leave them. Or fucking eat it.

-although if she’s in her era where she spares the sparklings then she’d probably just feed them and that’s it. Like nothing else.

“Hm. Take this cube, young one.” She said, then walking away from the sparkling who had a confused face.

-other than that they’re dead. She’s eating them for dinner.

Bonus:

Most likely to least to steal the sparklings:

Dreadwing

Predaking

Starscream

Soundwave

Megatron

Shockwave

Breakdown

Knockout

Airachnid

(Like I said before, knockout and breakdown wouldn’t rly steal them since they see them mostly everyday in the medbay, that’s why they’re low)

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I was supposed to post this yesterday but bc my draft didn’t save I had to start over 😁 (I was so mad)

ANYWAYS HOPE YALL LIKED IT!! REQUESTS R STILL CLOSED!

ALSO TY FOR ALL THE REQUESTS BTW, IM TRYING TO FINISH RHEM ALL SO IM SORRY IF IT TAKES LONG :(

ILY ALL!!!<333

[berracids]

Who is the better yandere doctor for female reader? Is it Yandere Knockout or Yandere Ratchet. 💔 / 💊

If I am being honest, both (I lied, it’s ratchet)

If we are talking an OBGYN sense, then it’s knockout by a long shot, for a very good reason too, it comes from a place of fascination, cause them drive in theaters don’t exactly care what movies that have have a lot of actresses showing their lady bits, so after you get with him, expect him to be all over you, now that he has a human of his own, now he can check for what you have out of curiosity that doesn’t even need to be sexual, bro just finds you that interesting; although he will definitely start to state the differences between your valves tho

Just tell him to not impale you accidentally as he prods at you

But with ratchet?,highly doubt that he would be as curious as KO, he already has three other human kids that run around the autobot’s base, and ever since Raf almost died cause of Megs, boy he will become a helicopter parent and he will finish the seven years of medical school in seven days, cause he ain’t taking chances where he could lose you, but would he ever admit that?, you will not be able to to pry such things out of him while he is still online, but if he is deep in you with his weary joints creaking a little when he is too lost in the feelings it may, just may slip out as he voices his worries,

Which leaves us to how different they are, knockout would be hesitant but enthusiastic to learn about how your body functions, (well as long as no fluides get on his paint), and ratchet won’t leave any medical issues without being studied throughly, even if it is very unlikely for you to be affected by it.

[gardens-light]

I loved the previous posts about transformers characters with dc/marvel SO.

how about an SO with Wolverine abilities:). with sharp claws in their hands and super healing abilities,(also immortal). I bet the bots would freak out when their SO die in front of them for the first time but then waking up and shocking them. tfp(optimus, megatron, knockout x breakdown, ratchet, any character you would like to add).

feel free to ignore if you don't like it♡.

That is an awesome headcanon! I can already imagine the shenanigans and reactions that the Transformers would have towards their SO. And not gonna lie, Wolverine is such an awesome character with such unique abilities.

Apologies for the long wait. Hope you enjoy!

Transformers Prime x GN Mutant Reader (Wolverine)

Optimus Prime

First Meeting

Optimus first encounters you during a desperate battle just outside Jasper, Nevada. The Autobots had responded to a sudden Decepticon attack, discovering Starscream leading an ambush meant to lure Optimus into a deadly trap. Amidst the chaos, Optimus notices you—a lone human standing fearlessly amidst swirling dust, battered vehicles, and burning rubble.

He commands urgently over comms, "Arcee, Bumblebee, protect that civilian!", assuming you're an innocent bystander caught in the crossfire.

As Optimus moves to confront Starscream directly, he is astonished to see you charging fearlessly toward a Vehicon squad, gleaming metal claws erupting from between your knuckles with an audible metallic shink. Your movements are swift, efficient, and brutal, slicing through Cybertronian alloy effortlessly.

Pausing momentarily, Optimus stares, optics wide with awe and curiosity, momentarily distracted even in battle. He watches with quiet admiration as injuries you sustain—deep gashes, bruises, and burns—heal within moments, your skin knitting back together seamlessly.

After the battle subsides, Optimus approaches you cautiously yet respectfully. His imposing figure kneels down to your level, offering a servo in greeting, his voice rich and gentle yet filled with wonder:

"Your valor and strength are remarkable—but you are unlike any human I have encountered. May I ask... who you are?"

Your response, a slightly amused smile combined with quiet confidence, sparks something warm within him. Optimus finds himself intrigued not just by your power, but by your poised, unyielding presence.

Witnessing Your 'Death' For The First Time

Months later, during a brutal clash with Megatron and Starscream, you are separated from Optimus amidst the chaos. You fight bravely alongside Bumblebee and Bulkhead, your claws tearing through Vehicons. But Starscream seizes an opportunity, driving his bladed talons straight through your chest, lifting you from the ground with malicious triumph.

Optimus turns just in time to witness the strike, horror flooding his spark as he sees your limp body slide off Starscream’s blade and collapse lifelessly to the ground. An uncharacteristically anguished cry escapes him,"NO!"

His optics burn furiously as he charges forward, delivering a powerful blow that sends Starscream tumbling backward, stunned. Ignoring all caution, Optimus falls to his knees at your side, large servos trembling slightly as he cradles your limp form protectively. He stares down at you, optics wide in pained disbelief, his voice breaking softly, heavy with regret and sorrow. "Forgive me...I failed you."

Bumblebee and Arcee approach hesitantly, their optics dim with grief, uncertain how to console their leader. Optimus remains motionless, silently devastated as he gently brushes dirt from your cheek with heartbreaking tenderness, his massive form hunched protectively over you.

Moments stretch unbearably until suddenly you gasp sharply, eyes fluttering open with a harsh, ragged breath. Your wounds visibly stitch themselves together, bones realigning with audible pops as you revive rapidly in Optimus’s arms.

Optimus’s optics widen in profound shock before relief overwhelms him. He slowly exhales a deep vented breath he hadn’t realized he was holding, shoulders sagging as tension visibly drains from his frame. With infinite gentleness, he cradles you closer, protectively pulling you to his chest, murmuring softly. "Primus, you live... Never again do I wish to experience losing you."

His servos subtly tremble, expressing vulnerability and profound gratitude as he allows himself a rare moment to hold you, cherishing your miraculous return.

Relationship Development

After your miraculous survival, Optimus becomes subtly but intensely protective. Though your healing factor makes you nearly immortal, he privately admits that seeing you in pain deeply unsettles him. He often finds excuses to be near you, quietly ensuring your safety during conflicts. During a serene night at base, after you've recovered from a particularly brutal fight, Optimus gently places his servo near you, hesitating just enough to silently request permission. You smile warmly, leaning comfortably into his touch. His optics soften in quiet happiness, grateful for this growing intimacy.

Gradually, your conversations become longer, warmer, and more personal. Optimus finds solace and joy in your presence, sharing quiet, intimate evenings beneath Nevada's starry skies as he reveals rare glimpses of the burdens he carries. Your resilience and comforting words offer him peace he's rarely known.

One night, after another intense confrontation leaves you emotionally raw despite physical healing, Optimus tenderly lifts you onto his shoulder, carrying you to a secluded spot atop a nearby cliff. Under moonlit skies, he quietly listens as you confess your fears about losing your humanity due to your seemingly endless cycle of healing. His servo gently brushes your cheek, voice filled with profound sincerity. "Your humanity is in your compassion, courage, and warmth—qualities that even eternity could never diminish. I cherish every moment with you precisely because you remind me of what we fight to protect."

In a vulnerable moment, your hands softly trace the edges of his faceplates, smiling affectionately up at him. Optimus's optics soften, his spark pulsing warmly, as he carefully brings you close, resting his helm gently against your forehead. The quiet gesture speaks volumes of trust and profound affection.

Over time, Optimus grows more openly affectionate in private moments. He's gentle, thoughtful, and deeply considerate of your emotions. Despite the differences in your forms, his presence brings you a deep sense of comfort, stability, and belonging.

A particularly touching moment occurs after another harrowing battle. You rest together quietly in the med bay, your body curled warmly against his servo. Optimus quietly confesses his deepest feelings, voice soft yet filled with raw honesty. "You have brought hope and warmth back into my life. My spark knows peace only when you are near." Touched deeply by his admission, you reach up to softly kiss his plating, a gesture of deep trust and affection. Optimus's optics shutter briefly in bliss, silently promising himself that no matter the war's cost, he would forever guard your precious

Knockout and Breakdown

First Meeting

Knockout and Breakdown initially encounter you entirely by accident during a quiet night near Jasper, their primary goal? A clandestine energon hunt. Their sensors detect frantic human movement and weapons fire. Breakdown reluctantly suggests ignoring it, while Knockout, eternally curious, persuades him to investigate.

Upon arrival, they silently witness MECH soldiers aggressively cornering you. But you fight them with feral intensity, claws gleaming dangerously in moonlight, slicing effortlessly through weapons and armor. Yet, you're heavily outnumbered, wounds rapidly accumulating despite your regeneration powers. Breakdown, surprisingly moved to your defence, instinctively intervening, crushing a MECH vehicle beneath his massive fists, his usually hardened spark drawn to your courage. Knockout joins smoothly, a sleek smirk masking genuine curiosity, deftly disposing of the remaining attackers.

When the dust settles, you bloodied but already healing, gazes warily up at their towering frames. Breakdown gently kneels, offering a servo palm-up—an oddly sincere gesture of respect and reassurance. “You’re quite the fighter, aren’t ya?” Breakdown softly chuckles, admiration evident.

Knockout studies you closely, intrigued by your swift healing, commenting lightly yet flirtatiously, “Impressive abilities…and quite an appealing aesthetic, I must say. Perhaps humans aren't all hopelessly fragile.”

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

One night, with a bellowing roar, Breakdown launches himself recklessly toward your attackers, his grief turning to devastating rage. Knockout, normally calculated and controlled, loses himself in vengeance, fighting fiercely beside Breakdown until their foes scatter or fall.

In the sudden, unsettling silence afterward, Breakdown kneels heavily beside you, his massive servos delicately cradling your limp body, optics painfully dimmed with sorrow. Knockout approaches slowly, voice uncharacteristically quiet and brittle, “I…I didn’t think…humans could hurt us this much.”

Yet before either can fully grieve, you sharply gasp, violently jerking in Breakdown’s gentle hold. Wounds rapidly healing with an unsettling, visceral sound. Breakdown’s optics widen, speechless in stunned relief. Knockout visibly trembles, a soft exhale of disbelief escaping his intake.

“You scared the slag outta me…” Breakdown’s voice breaks softly, protective and vulnerable.

Knockout regains composure with difficulty, voice shaky yet teasingly soft, masking lingering trauma, “Well... try not to make dying a habit. My spark couldn’t handle losing someone so…unique.”

Relationship Development

Over months, camaraderie transforms quietly yet profoundly into something deeply romantic. The unusual trio develops private, tender moments filled with warmth, affection, and quiet intimacy.

Breakdown’s affection is quieter yet deeply sincere, manifesting in gentle protectiveness and heartfelt gestures. He often lets you rest against him during peaceful evenings, carefully shielding your smaller form with his massive frame. One night, under starlit skies, Breakdown shyly confesses, “Before you, I thought humans were fragile…but you changed everything. Made me realize strength isn’t about size or armor, but the... spark-I mean... heart behind it.” You lean tenderly into his servo, softly replying, “You’re one of the strongest sparks I’ve ever met, Breakdown.” He visibly relaxes, leaning his helm affectionately against your gentle touch, savoring the unexpected yet welcome warmth of your bond.

Together, you three created private rituals—peaceful moments after missions spent tangled comfortably together in secluded clearings beneath open stars, with Breakdown’s solid strength and Knockout’s slender elegance framing you protectively. During one serene night, you rest comfortably on Breakdown’s lap, leaning gently into Knockout’s chest plate. Knockout quietly traces soothing patterns along your spine, while Breakdown affectionately strokes your hair. Words aren't needed, each savoring the reassuring, profound feeling of belonging together.

One memorable moment occurs after another frighteningly close call. Knockout, typically composed, gently draws you into his embrace, servo trembling subtly with lingering fear of nearly losing you again. Breakdown quietly joins, gently enveloping both, their combined warmth and reassurance grounding the you deeply. Knockout softly whispers, genuinely vulnerable, “I never imagined a human could claim this much of my spark…but you've made it impossible to deny.” Breakdown murmurs warmly, deep voice comforting, “You made our lives worth fighting for.”

Bumblebee

First Meeting

Bumblebee’s first encounter with you happens entirely by chance. On a routine nighttime patrol around an abandoned industrial area outside Jasper, Bumblebee picks up unusual energon signals indicative of Decepticon activity. His spark pulses nervously—Decepticons rarely appeared alone. Rolling cautiously into an empty storage yard, Bumblebee transforms and quietly creeps forward, optics scanning diligently in the moonlight.

Suddenly, an unexpected sound shatters the silence—a fierce yell followed by unmistakable blaster fire. Bee rushes forward instinctively, optics widening at the sight before him: Vehicons surrounding you. Before he can intervene, Bumblebee freezes in astonishment, his processor momentarily struggling to register what he's witnessing.

You fought with a grace Bumblebee has never before seen in a human, fierce and precise. Blades forged from pure adamantium extend seamlessly from your knuckles, catching the moonlight in a lethal shimmer. You moved like liquid steel, agile and ferocious, slicing effortlessly through Vehicon armor with fearless intensity.

As Bumblebee finally leaps into the fray, you glance upward, gaze briefly meeting Bee’s glowing optics. He can’t help the impressed, awed chirps that escape his vocalizer. Your lips quirk into a small, confident smirk, clearly amused by the Autobot's expressive admiration.

After dispatching the Vehicons together, Bumblebee chirps inquisitively, eyeing you with open curiosity. You retract your claws with a metallic hiss, calmly extending a healing hand to show Bee your closing wounds. Bumblebee’s optics widen further, his astonishment transforming into excitement, as he buzzes rapid-fire questions, gently touching your healed hands with tender awe.

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

In that first moment, Bumblebee knows he’s found someone extraordinary, and you, for the first time in ages, feel genuinely seen and appreciated.

The first time Bumblebee sees you 'die,' his spark nearly shatters.

The Autobots and you are pinned down by Decepticon fire during an ambush led by Breakdown and Knockout. Bumblebee fights valiantly, constantly aware of your proximity, desperate to shield you from harm. In the chaos, Breakdown strikes you with a merciless, crushing blow, sending you flying through the air and slamming brutally against the cracked pavement.

Everything slows to an agonizing crawl for Bumblebee. He sees Alex’s body crumple limply, their chest unmoving, blood pooling beneath their still form. His processor refuses to comprehend it, denial overwhelming him as an anguished, static-laden scream erupts from his vocalizer. His spark twists painfully, grief slicing through him sharper than any blade.

Bee abandons caution, sprinting recklessly toward your broken body, cradling you gently in his shaking servos. His optics blur with energon-tears, begging in a frantic symphony of beeps and whirrs for you to wake. The Autobots fall silent, sparks aching at Bee's broken cries.

Then, a miracle.

you suddenly gasp sharply, chest heaving, eyes flickering open as your bones mend audibly beneath your skin. Bumblebee nearly drops you in shock, his optics brightening fiercely with disbelief and immense relief. Bee holds you tighter, burying his faceplate briefly against your chest, letting out quiet, relieved whirrs as you softly reassure him with shaky yet soothing whispers.

That day marks a permanent shift in Bumblebee’s spark, his emotions forever entwined with yours, who brought him from despair to hope in mere moments.

Romantic Development

As time passes, Bumblebee and your connection deepens beyond friendship into something profound and unmistakably romantic. Bumblebee falls quietly and deeply, captivated by your fearless resilience, quiet empathy, and hidden vulnerabilities. You, in turn, drawn to Bumblebee’s unwavering kindness, boundless optimism, and the gentle strength he carries effortlessly.

The romance unfolds gradually, punctuated by small, meaningful gestures. Bumblebee often sit quietly beneath the stars with you on his shoulder, softly chirping as you traced constellations together, lost in comfortable silence. Bee found these peaceful moments incredibly special, savoring your warm and calming presence.

After particularly brutal missions, Bumblebee gently holds you, his servos trembling slightly. You softly touche Bee’s armor, murmuring words of comfort and reassurance, your fingers lovingly tracing patterns into the cool metal. Bumblebee cherishes these tender moments, understanding he’s found a soul who deeply comprehends the weight of sacrifice.

Bee expresses affection through playful teasing, gentle nudges, or affectionate chirps, delighting whenever you laugh—a sound he adores more than anything. You reciprocate with subtle tenderness: a warm hand resting softly on Bee’s servo, gentle kisses pressed to Bee’s metal knuckles, and whispered words that make Bumblebee’s spark glow brightly.

Bulkhead

First Meeting

Your paths crossed on a mist-shrouded evening, deep within an abandoned military facility overtaken by MECH. Bulkhead, rolling swiftly onto the battlefield alongside Bumblebee and Arcee, felt his circuits tingle with unease. Shadows stretched sinisterly under flickering floodlights, the air heavy with ozone from discharged weapons.

Bulkhead's scanners immediately picked up human heartbeats, most spiking with fear or adrenaline. But one rhythm stood out—steady, calm, unnaturally composed despite the chaos erupting around. Curiosity piqued, he turned sharply, optics focusing on your small figure fighting fiercely alone against an advancing group of heavily armed MECH soldiers.

You moved with extraordinary agility, dodging gunfire effortlessly, your hands extended into razor-sharp metallic claws that flashed beneath floodlights. You tore through enemy lines with savage grace, seemingly unaffected by the wounds decorating your frame.

“By the AllSpark…” Bulkhead whispered in awe, optics widening.

Suddenly, a soldier managed a close-range shot. A burst of gunfire erupted, slicing through your shoulder, eliciting a pained shout. You fell heavily to the ground.

Bulkhead’s spark jolted with protective instinct, roaring with worry as he thundered forward, knocking aside opponents like toys. As he loomed over you, he prepared himself for the grim sight, fearing the worst.

But to his astonishment, you slowly rose to your feet, breathing heavily as your bloodied wounds rapidly healed, muscle knitting together, skin seamlessly closing as if the injury never existed.

“Whoa, kid! That’s... not normal,” Bulkhead exclaimed, optics wide with amazement and fascination.

Your shot him a defiant, adrenaline-fueled smirk, breathing raggedly yet fearlessly. "Being normal is boring, big guy."

Bulkhead’s spark pulsed with admiration and intrigue, a feeling he couldn't yet name fluttering deep within his spark.

Witnessing Your 'Death' for the First Time

Months later, your bond had flourished into a fiercely loyal partnership. Bulkhead often found himself smiling fondly, captivated by your spirit and resilience. But deep down, he worried about your recklessness, even knowing you could heal rapidly.

On one particularly devastating mission against MECH, a firefight escalated dangerously. Smoke and sparks filled the air. Bulkhead frantically scanned for you, panic tightening his spark when you vanished from his sight.

Suddenly, a chilling scream shattered the chaos. Bulkhead spun around just in time to see you violently flung backwards by an explosive blast, your body crumpling lifelessly onto cold concrete, blood pooling around you.

Time seemed to slow, Bulkhead’s systems freezing in raw terror.

“No!” He screamed, voice raw, agonized. “Y/N!”

He surged forward, optics blazing, knocking soldiers aside with brutal force. Collapsing onto his knees beside your motionless body, he gingerly scooped you into his trembling servos, anguish shattering his composure.

“No… No, no, c’mon! You're tougher than this, right?!” Bulkhead’s voice is shaking, panic and heartbreak evident in every syllable. He gingerly cradled your body, servos trembling with grief as his spark twist painfully.

In that agonizing silence, Bulkhead felt his spark shatter, a suffocating wave of despair enveloping him, darkness creeping into his vision—

And then you gasped sharply back to life, chest heaving, eyes wild with pain and confusion, your body rapidly knitting together tissue sealing your wounds as if reversing time itself.

Bulkhead nearly dropped you, disbelief, relief, and joy colliding into overwhelming shock.

“Primus…Y/N! Are you…are you okay?!” Bulkhead stammers, relief crashing through him.

You gave him a weak, shaky laugh, wiping away blood from your mouth. “I’d say dying sucks—but the wake-up call’s even worse.”

Bulkhead’s relieved laughter quickly fades into gentle scolding, masking his overwhelming relief and joy. He realizes then, deeply and profoundly, just how important you have become to him.

Romantic Development

Bulkhead initially struggles to reconcile your regenerative ability with his own protective nature. He understands you can handle injuries, yet still instinctively shields you in battle, often scooping you up despite your protests.

Your relationship is full of humor and playful teasing. Your resilience allowing you to participate in playful roughhousing with Bulkhead, something the gentle giant deeply appreciates since he's rarely able to interact with humans physically due to his size.

Bulkhead quietly becomes your emotional anchor. Despite your outward bravado, Bulkhead notices moments of vulnerability after particularly traumatic "deaths." He reassures you in these moments, reminding you, you're not alone, reinforcing your bravery and value to the team.

Bulkhead admires your bravery and resilience immensely, viewing you as a Wrecker and equal, despite your smaller stature. Conversely, you appreciate Bulkhead’s unyielding loyalty and genuine care. Your trust runs deep, built on numerous battles, shared victories, losses, and countless nights exchanging stories about Cybertron and Earth beneath desert skies.

After particularly harrowing missions, Bulkhead tenderly cradles you against his chest plates, soothing away the trauma of your repeated injuries, whispering gentle reassurances.

You often spend quiet evenings together in the desert outskirts, Bulkhead gently holding you close as you share whispered dreams, fears, and hopes under endless stars.

You often tease Bulkhead by climbing atop his servo and giving playful kisses on his faceplate, laughing warmly when his faceplates flush adorably.

Bulkhead carefully memorizes your emotional state. After each death, he envelops you tenderly in his servos, gently humming calming Cybertronian lullabies to soothe away your lingering trauma.

[emelinstriker]

Knockout ♤ Your New Car

Y'all be gettin a gif for him cuz I couldn't find a good jpg. Also I hate how rushed my old TFP one-shots feel omg-

[TL;DR] Knockout decides to personally take up the job of driving you after an encounter with some bullies.

♤ ~ Comfort ~ ♤

Knockout was driving towards your school, just like any other day. His alt mode's radio was playing one of your favorite songs as he hummed to the tune. He wasn't thinking about much, other than having some fun time hanging out with you later. His day was also pretty good, considering he didn't have to deal with Megatron's orders or even Starscream's nagging. He was pretty happy and content as he sped down the road, seeing the school building from afar.

However, that happiness was short lived once he noticed you talking to some other humans. They were laughing while you seemed like you were about to cry. As he got closer, he was finally able to hear what was being said.

"...And your car is an absolute waste, honestly. I mean, where did you grab it from? The scrapyard?" The boy laughed again, making his goons laugh.

Furious, the mech decided to step in. Knockout slowly drove up next to where you parked your car. You looked up at the sound of an approaching car. Recognizing your lover's alt mode, you were a little bit more relieved with him now here. The bullies stopped laughing as a rather handsome man got out of the driver's seat.

"Sorry for the wait, doll. Driving your car was just too much fun. It's so fast and you did such a great job buffing it!" He complimented you with a smirk... It was mainly just his ego taking over as he described how great his actual looks were, but you didn't mind. You usually buffed him in his alt mode after all, so at least you could take part of the credit.

He walked over to you. "Thanks for letting me use it. And thanks for taking care of my own." The mech in disguise turned towards your car, the one the bullies were making fun of. Honestly, your car wasn't all too shabby. Maybe buff it here and there, but it looked decent enough. But it clearly wasn't made for speed, unlike his alt mode. The group of bullies was silent. They couldn't believe you owned an Aston Martin. They thought you were the owner of the cheaper-looking car!

"May I still use it till we get home? I just enjoy the thrill." You looked at your bullies, then back at your Decepticon guardian with a small smile. Once you nodded, Knockout leaned in to kiss your forehead, not bothering to go lower in front of those other filthy humans. They don't deserve to see the amount of affection he usually gave you.

Knockout finally looked at your bullies in the eye, faking a confused look, pretending he didn't know why they were picking on you, before nudging you to get into your car. "I'll meet you later, okay, doll? Now get going- I still need to show you something at home." He said before he smugly walked back to his alt mode, entering and closing the door before ultimately letting his holoform disappear behind the tainted windows. He slowly drove in reverse, making sure to see you get into your own vehicle safely and driving out onto the street as he left. He drove ahead of you, but didn't speed to show off like he would usually do, instead he drove at around your own pace.

Once you drove through the groundbridge, Knockout transformed and simply walked next to your car as you went to your little parking area. You rolled down your window to listen to whatever he wanted to rant about. "Who were those humans?! Why were they making fun of you and your possessions like that?!"

Suddenly, tears started to roll down your cheeks and you sniffed, trying to hide your eyes by looking down.

Knockout instantly felt bad and decided to drag you out of your car. So he kneeled down and used his talons to open the door, gently picking you up. No one on the war ship would bother touching your car anyway, so it didn't matter if the door was left open. There was nothing of value in it for any cybertronian.

He put you close enough to his faceplate so he could examine you closely. Just in case they physically harmed you in any way.

"Why are you crying, doll? Was it my outburst?" He asked with a softer tone. You shook your head.

"They always make fun of me- Always finding something to belittle me over..." You wiped away some tears. "A-And ever since I got my mom's old car, they've been harrassing me over it..." There was a moment of silence. Only your little sniffles could be heard. You were a little worried about your boyfriend's lack of response, so you looked up at him.

But then you felt his faceplate press up against your body. More specifically, you felt his dermas kissing your lips. Your face heated up as you kissed back, putting your tiny hands on his faceplate. Once he pulled back, his red optics looked into your red and puffy eyes. They were beautiful to him regardless. "Leave your car here. I'll be your personal vehicle from now on. Just tell me when and where to drive and I'll get you there", he stated. The medic wasn't joking either.

You had a bit of a perplexed look on your face as you considered the possible outcomes. "But I don't want to bother you! You're already doing so much for me! And what if Megatron refuses to let you drive me for more than just school?"

The mech huffed as he slowly put you down on his shoulder pad. "Then he would have to deal with more injured vehicons alone. If he refuses to let me drive you, then I refuse to fix up his soldiers. Simple as that. I'm already your guardian and sparkmate, so why can't I just be your personal ride too?"

You giggled a little at his stubborn attitude, making him smirk. Knockout started slowly making his way over to your home-corner. But before he could offer you to step on his servo to place you on the ground, you kissed the side of his helm. "Thanks, Knockout. You're such a sweetheart and I love you for it." You said, then you stepped onto his servo to be lowered into your corner. The mech gave you a loving smile.

"Love you too, doll."

[ Masterlist ]

[soundwave-is-far-superior]

Mechs when...

...you nudge their digit slightly and look at them like this :

...you cup ther faceplate and place a soft kiss on their cheeks.

...he uses his holoform and adores how amazed and shy your face when sees him.

...you cry on his shoulder and wraps his arms around you, protecting you from the harsh world.

...he kisses you too long and completely smitten by the way your hands on his chest.

...he learnt how to pin you to the wall, and uses that as an advantage to surprise you and see how flustered you are.

...you try to make him jealous but in the end, he's always above you.

...someone harassing you and isn't afraid to teach them some "lessons", if not straight up slaughter.

...you're on your period. He'll be your teddy bear, your warm pad, someone you can do whatever you like with (e.g. punching them), and always brings your favorite food.

...he tells his backstory and past, while keeping you on his lap, twriling your locks, or pressing his nose to your neck.

...he bites your neck and continues to do so until your knees weak.

...he's not in the mood and pour it on you in the most romantic way.

...protecting you becomes his "never ditch never forget" principle.

...who has a strong sense of moral and pride, but will destroy everything including them for you.

...you tease him and act flirty, and the next day you're covered in bite marks.

...you wear these dresses and he'll go crazier head to heels over you than before :

...he's being the sweetest and will tell you that everything is alright. It'll be okay. <3

...can't get his hands off you even for a second.

...he swore to every star in the sky that he'll love you for eternity.

...he'd rather die in the most agonizing and painful way than betraying you.

♡

Characters ; Soundwave, Shockwave, Optimus Prime, Bumblebee, Knockout, Predaking, Prowl, Ratchet, Hot Rod, Jazz, Sideswipe, First Aid, Breakdown, Smokescreen, Ultra Magnus, etc...

♡~ @sereneisstillhere

♡~ @andauserene

[uselessmicrowave]

i love your writing! i’m recently new to your blog but i’ve scoured your whole page, lol! i can’t wait to see more from you in the future

i was wondering if you’d be willing to write a one shot for TFP!breakdown x trans!male!reader x TFP!knockout? nsfw- maybe with orgasm denial and body writing?

thank you if you do!

:Handsome: Knockout comms, licking at your sex and squeezing your side. Breakdown smiles, quickly writing the letters on your skin before Knockout could comm him again.

:Gorgeous: He comms again, looking up at you and humming and letting his vents push warm air onto your body.

:Delicious: Breakdown chuckles at that, gently scribbling the letters on the side of your thigh, dangerously close to a pulsing area, already stuffed and overwhelmed with glossa.

You shiver in their servos, squirming against the skin safe marker and the cold material of their servos, Breakdown's servo supporting your back, Knockout's against your thighs.

You don't think you can take much more of this teasing, you're already overstimulated with their ministrations, the scents, the different textures, it was all too much. Aftercare would be heavenly.

[cyberrose2001]

Kinktober: Day 8

Prompt: Phone Sex

TFP Knockout x GN Cybertronian Reader

Warnings: Degradation, mutual masturbation, pet names, risky sex

Word count: 464

"Desperate, aren't you?" Knockouts voice reverbs through your com link. Despite being miles apart from each other, you can still visualise that cocky smirk the con is notoriously known for.

"Mhm..." You mewl, thighs spread, digits trembling in anticipation for him to give you the word. Your spark's fluttering in equal excitement and adrenaline, who know what would happen if you get caught by your superiors for fraternizing with the enemy.

"Delightful..." Knockout purrs, "I sure do hope you're able to keep quiet, or will that be a problem?"

"N..No... sir.." You murmur softly as to not cause an echo through the storage room, clenching your thighs together with a servo crushed inbetween.

"Good," You hear Knockout shift around on what you'd presume was a berth, and hear a harsh click followed by a soft grunt, "Now, arent you going to touch yourself?"

"Yes sir..." Your voice croaks, servos metaphorically unshackled at last.

You try not to rush yourself, taking your time to stuff yourself with an ample sized false spike, desperatley wishing it was your deadly confidant on top of you.

Your imagination runs wild at the thought, what his spike would look and feel like. If he would lean down and press rough kisses to your dermas, if they would tenderly trail down to leave marks and fang shaped wounds across your neck. It's enough to draw an unchaste moan from you, and to fuck yourself harder on the spike.

"That's it..." The mech growls. Though muffled, you can hear the wet, sticky sounds of him thoroughly enjoying himself paired with his panting, "Such a... nffgh... naughty bot..."

"Nngh, please sir..." You whine, posing your pedes in the air imagining it was him pounding your tight valve.

"Ohh, but we've only just started," Knockout teases, though with the undertone of desperation, "You wanna overload already, slut?"

Fuck... you thought you would've lasted a least a bit longer. You don't respond though, your glitching vocaliser failing you as you cry out in blinding ecstasy. Valve clenching on the toy and overloading with such force that, for a moment, the sensation feels as if Knockouts spike throbs against your tight walls.

"By Primus...nggh... oh frag-" He whimpers, listening feverishly as he brings himself to his own overload. The comlink glitching in and out with interference of your combined overloads.

You listen with equal zest, a servo lazily thrusting the toy inside you until his moans quiet down to harsh pants. Yet conflictingly, you think about what you had just done, the post overload shame quietly creeping up on you with every moment of silence you sit in.

He speaks up, clearing his vocaliser, "Well, that was entertaining. But just one thing dear..."

"Yes... sir?" You swallow.

"I don't remember giving you permission to overload."

[smallestapplin]

could you please do knockout from transformers x transmasc reader?

You didn’t specify a scenario, so I went with just some downtime fluff ^^

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Knockout quite enjoys having you around the medbay, it gets boring as his usual companions work leaving him to his own devices, but with you a boring day can be a delight. Today, however, was slow, nothing new or exciting until later tonight, and that’s mostly because his street racing doesn’t start until then, so for now you two are in his habsuite.

You smile from where you’re sat, watching your lover scrutinize your wardrobe.

“Knockout, it’s alright, I don’t need anything fancy.”

You try not to laugh as his red optics narrow at you.

“No darling of mine is going to walk around not looking his best. I wonder if I can break into one of those large buildings, and get a nice suit I seen on your devices for you.”

You truly expected to just cuddle or watch one of those silly dramas he’s gotten into you, you didn’t expect for him to ask you for all your clothes to help you dress better. Though you can’t help but think he wants to have a sweet date night, and just won’t tell you as a surprise.

“If you want I could go shopping, maybe even get a few nicer outfits to match you.” Your voice edging on playful, but you smile as he whips around to you, confusion on his face.

“Match me?”

“Yeah, I could get something to match your color scheme! Maybe a red dress shirt, black vest and pants, get some silver accessories.” You rattle on, kinda excited as it could be your first well made suit or outift.

You know how Knockout loves dressing you up, making you look handsome and a cut above the rest. He’s not entirely fond of humanity, but it feels so nice that you’re his exception.

His optics light up, intake opening slightly before he smiles.

“Oh I like the way you think! Of course, my colors would look great on you.”

He walks over to his berth where you stayed sat, and picks you up in his servos.

“It would be such a loud claim I’d have over you.” He kisses the top of your head, clearly excited for this.

He isn’t sure if you could spark bond with him like another cybertronian could, nor does he know any potential side effects, given the fact you are human, but this? This was something safe he could do with you, and not only dress you up but to dress you in his colors, informing anyone who looked at you that you were Knockout’s boyfriend.

It gets him so giddy inside.

You yelp as Knockout begins to move a little too quickly, making his way out of the base.

“W-wait, now?”

“Of course! Why wait when we can make perfection now? I’ll have to take you with me tonight and show off my handsome man. All mine.”

You can feel your face burning, even if he can’t see it as he transformers and lands you right into the driver’s seat.

“Hold on, cause I don’t plan to waste any time.”

At least he’s just as excited as you are, so happy he liked your suggestion. How could he refuse you, when you already wormed your way into his spark?

[orionsnotcanon]

Knockout's definitely one of the Cybertronians who probably have a human kink lbr 👀

Honestly i can kinda see it

At first hes just doing what he has to for a spot of fun, the usual con mentality of ‘Disgusting organic meat bags’ slowly melts into a simple ‘organic meat bags’

I bet it starts out as a cursory curiosity, so different yet somehow… similar?

i dont think it REALLY ramps up until he meets his darling, until he finds a human that doesn’t leave their customers with a speck of dust or a scratch in sight. When he finds someone similar to himself in some aspects.

Hes fascinated by you. By the similarities, the differences. Like how small and soft and vulnerable you are compared to him. How responsive you are to his touch alone in comparison to other cybertronians.

i’m sure he’s fascinated by everything about you.

But I bet he just adores your little hands; how precise and careful you are with every coat of polish, how unafraid you are to stick your delicate little fingers into seams you’ve likely never seen on any earth car; he can’t get enough!

Your hands, your voice, i bet he just has a kink for you

[no-hhamani]

Title: Home

Ship: Knock Out x Autobot! Reader x Breakdown (POLY!)

(Cant believe there's a lack of Breakdown GIFs)

You are a scout, while scouting an area with your bestfriend Bumblebee in a complex system of the underground mines, you both are forcefully separated when the structure collapsed. As you walk around the only remaining pathway trying to find a way back to your bff, you came along two mechs you haven't expected to meet

Note: Pronoun of Reader is not specified and there will be OOC!

You groaned when you came up with a dead end. Again.

You and Bumblebee were assigned to scout an abandoned human mine, now filled with pestering drones and whatnot. You were entailed that the mine is about 100 years old, give or take

From the supporting beams itself, you know it's old as fuck. Not older than you but with how short a human life span could be, it is definitely way pass their average life span.

You let out a steam of pressurized air again and went back to where you came, crossing a 'X' on the path in a poorly digitally drawn map by your wrist. You really are somewhat thankful for the tracking chip that was drilled into you, who knew it could be this handy personally?

You again looked at the map, wobbly lines of your walking pattern printed itself in a red line by the screen, only a single pulsing dot indicates of yourself. With your signals and comms disrupted by the fallen debrees earlier, it would have been easy tracking your partner and other forms of sentient beings that could possibly surround you right at this moment or you could have just commed the team and sens a SOS signal but bad luck seems to follow you in dark damp places. Ugh

You turned off the screen and continued trecking on dark paths, it took for a silent while before you started humming and murmuring the song with the tongue of Old Cybertron. It's a song with the oldest language you have learned.

Your scouting program in your processor warned you of such action, which is logical but you're tired. The war is going on for too long and you just want to go back to the times of festivals and bantering with old friends.

Humming such a lively tune warmed up the constricting pressure in any mech or femm's spark. The tune where it reminds of home

You hummed and hummed. Slowly trecking the long tunnel before you stopped and heard familiar voices far ahead and chuckled.

You moved fast but silent, drawing in closer by the dim light and quickly jumping by the corner when you knew they were present

"GLITCHES!" You whooped, immediately dodging a large fist with a loud laugh

"[NAME]! WHAT IN THE DESIGNATION OF PRIMUS WAS THAT FOR?!" Knock Out huffed, holding back the larger mech by the arm to avoid him toppling over you

"Hey, I heard you guys and thought why not?" You chuckled, which earned you a falling mech on you and you squawked

"I should've let him hit you" Knock Out groaned, crossing his arms as he watches the other two grounders piled on the ground

"Miss you too guys" You huffed and hugged the mech on top of you who snorted and did a noogie on your head, that definitely would have scratched your paint off "Nah we miss you more" Breakdown sighed and contently laid down on top of you

"Up Big Boy, you dont want to pressurize [Name] into a flat sheet of metal" Knock Out smirked and watched Breakdown slowly stand up, both then holding a hand out for you as you stood up with their help

"I'd still look pretty as a flat sheet" you chuckled and rotated your door wings to get the debrees out in between cracks which earned you two different actions from them

The three of you then hugged eachother, nuzzling eachother's armor as each bonded sparks hummed a happy and content melody. A melody like home

"Scratch my paint or else."

You and Breakdown froze and took a big gulp

*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*

You, Breakdown and KnockOut have been conjunxes before the war, but have been separated during the Decepticon uprising.

You had joined the Autobots when the bombing and raid had started, thinking your conjunxes had also joined in but you haven't seen any of them

Only when the war had started to worsen when you caught a glimpse of them with a Decepticon symbol as they boarded a ship

Due to being in different factions, you had tried to secretly meet them in order to avoid suspiciouns from each side. Soon you and your conjunxes saw eachother with relief, they thought you were somewhere safe and hadn't joined any factions. They both had joined in the faction willingly, also thinking they could have found you earlier and kept you safe if they ever found you

From there on, you had kept secret of having conjunxes and them for having a third one. It avoided the affair of cross-faction relationships that could be used against any of you. So, you guys had secretly met up once in awhile

It hurted your spark to be so far away from them, and so were they. But, it kept you all safe.

During the war, with your small frame and a grounder alt mode. You had taken up a scouting role, soon meeting Bumblebee, a young spark, in one of your missions and you both became friends. Soon becoming partners in every mission you went out to

Bumblee actually followed you one time when you sneaked out and found out you're in a relationship with decepticons and he hadn't told anyone. Even you

When the war is finally over, everyone who you were close to were shocked when you kissed each of your conjunx infront of them, while Bumblee is just in the sidelines clapping, happy that his best friend is finally free to love

[bones4thecats]

you could do, Breakdown x fembot pregnant reader x Knockout. all three are conjux. 💙❤

TFP! KnockDown w/ their Carrying! S/O

Characters: Knockout and Breakdown (Transformers Prime) Requester: 💙❤Anon A/N: I jinxed myself in my last post lol. Short my ass!!! XD ⚠️ Spoilers/Trigger Warnings for: Nothing ⚠️

Disclaimer: This is set in a timeline where Breakdown lives and joins the Autobots alongside Knockout and their S/O before the film!

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╚═════ Knockout and Breakdown ═══════════════════╝

🪚🥊 You were very content with your two sparkmates. While it was normally unusual to have more than one with your species, nobody really judged you for it, which surprised the three of you, as you lived on the Nemesis full of judgmental 'Cons

🪚 Knockout was very pleased to have both you and Breakdown by his side. He adored how strong Breakdown was and how intelligent you were. It was like you two were the two sides of a coin while he was the ridge that surrounded you both in a welded-mixture

🥊 Breakdown was like Knockout, he was happy to be with you both. He and Knockout went quite a bit back, but when he met you, he felt that you completed them both perfectly, allowing Knockout to be the perfect middle-ground to your Yin-Yang bond with Breakdown

🪚🥊 The two mechs were happy to live a life with their sparkmates. But, this was turned on their helms when you found out that you were carrying

🪚🥊 If they had it up to their choices, they would've held the carrying-process for after the War ended to keep you and your future-sparklings safe from any danger. But alas, Primus had to be cruel sometimes

🪚🥊 The duo decided to try keeping this from Megatron as best as possible. He had no care for anything happy, so if he were to find out that you were carrying, who knows what would happen to not only them for hiding this and technically causing it, but what was happen to you and your offspring?

🪚 Knockout proposed finding a way in old records to keep the sparklings growing in a tube of energon so they would be fed and grow at a constant and healthy-rate, though you declined and didn't like the risks it would give you guys

🥊 Breakdown was silent throughout the process. He had no idea what you guys could do in the situation, he wasn't specializing in anything other than destroying things and taking orders from his superiors

🪚🥊 After nearly an Earth-week long discussion with your sparkmates, it was leaked that you were carrying, which did not put you guys in good-waters with Megatron

🪚🥊 He called you three to the main room, and you stood nervously between the two mechs. You could hear the light tapping of your Lord's claw-like digits against the keyboard, and it was a very scary noise at the moment

"I heard that you're carrying, Y/N. Is that correct?" He asked.

"Yes, Lord Megatron."

"Why keep such information away from me?"

"We were just in shock from the announcement, my Lord. It was more of a 'heat-of-the-moment' kind of thing, you know?" Knockout said.

🪚🥊 Megatron nodded and looked down at you, making you slightly shiver in fear as his red-optic glare nearly bore holes into your processor. It was as if he wanted you dead more than he wanted the Prime defeated

🪚🥊 Your Lord blinked and looked up at the two 'Cons behind you, glancing at you before looking them both in their optics before saying the thing that would push you guys to your edge

"If there are any complications; I want that thing exterminated, no matter the cost. Understood?"

"Y-yes, sir." Knockout replied, bowing to the larger mech.

"Understood..." Breakdown agreed.

🪚🥊 It was that night that you three left for a drive before contacting the Autobots, much to their confusion and anger. Why were these three; three of their biggest adversaries in the Decepticons, wishing to speak?

🪚🥊 The Autobots appeared from their Ground-Bridge and saw you three standing there, Breakdown's arm being wrapped around you as you shivered and fearfully thinking about the future of your child if they were to be exterminated

🪚 Knockout stared at the 'Bots and sighed, walking up to them so he could speak face-plate to face-plate with their leader, Optimus Prime

"We're sorry for interrupting your night, Autobots," he began. "But, there were some issues that came up with us and we are... in need of your assistance."

"Why are you needing our help?" Bulkhead asked.

🪚🥊 You freed yourself from Breakdown's grasp and walked up to the Autobot team, reaching into your compact-space and pulling out a digital pad, showing them an image of your spark, two little balls of Cybertronian-life floating beside it, one having a cherry-red color while the other had a blue-glow

"You're carrying?" Ratchet asked.

"They are. And Megatron found out..." Breakdown said.

"You want to keep them safe from danger, am I correct?" Optimus said, looking at the two 'Cons for any sign of deceit, only to find none.

"Yes." They said together.

🪚🥊 The others looked at Optimus for his answer, and were surprised when he looked at you and pat your shoulder-pad before moving it to lightly rub your helm gently, much like how a Sire or Carrier would help their sparkling calm down their processor during development

"They can stay with us." He said, smiling at the two mechs.

🪚🥊 Breakdown and Knockout smiled and looked at you. You just looked back and stepped up to them, wrapping your arms around one of their neck's each, pulling them into their own sides of your own neck

"You'll be safe, beautiful." Knockout said in your audio sensor.

"We'll contact you daily, okay? Promise!" Breakdown added.

🪚🥊 Optimus and the others watched with slight pity. Yes, they were their enemies, but seeing just how much they cared for one another made them wonder; should they really separate them all?

🪚🥊 Before the two of them walked off, Optimus called their names, making them turned around in confusion

"Separating a sparkling from their Sire, or rather Sires, is horrible... so..."

🪚🥊 Sighing before holding his servos out for them to shake if they wanted too, Optimus finished;

"Would you care to join us as well?"