#transformers fluff

[tom-foolery-incorporated]

hi I saw you do requests but you don't have a faq I can find so please feel free to ignore if this isn't ur vibe but!!! I absolutely Love the past two shockwave x reader petplay fics you've written and i was wondering if you could write something for shockwave trusting his human to get him off in a more submissive bottoming way? like him on the receiving end and maybe submitting to them (in a sort of role-playing situation. we obv know he's like. yknow lol)

if that isn't ur vibe could you write him maybe rewarding + praising his human after working a long, grueling shift ? 😭🥺 thank you!!!

I’m glad you like them!!!! It makes me so happy that people like my writing 😭

I have another Shockwave petplay fic in my drafts but it’s gonna be a lot longer than other two :3c

I just had a long grueling shift a couple days ago soooooooooo

Shockwave x reader, gender neutral, racially ambiguous, SFW (for once), reader’s job is vague, reader goes nonverbal, stressed out reader, Shockwave pampers reader with a bath

Shockwave already knew you were home when he was alerted that the door to the modified bunker you both lived in had been opened.

He turned his attention from his current tinkering to the security camera he had installed at the entrance. He expected to see you making a silly face at him or flipping him off playfully or even just going about your business. Instead he saw you slumped over tossing your bag onto the floor and kicking off your shoes with enough force he could hear the small thunk of them against the floor.

While very few, including Shockwave himself, would say he was in tune to the emotions of others right now your emotions were very obvious. He let out an exvent before pushing himself up out of his chair and making his way towards you.

You heard his metal pedes clanking against the cement floor. His yellow optic shone in the dark hallway as he turned around the corner to greet you.

Your eyes were bloodshot and puffy a telltale sign that you had been crying. The little sniffles you made only confirmed his hypothesis.

“(Y/N),” Shockwave’s voice was cold and even as if he was simply regarding your presence as fact but you knew better.

You looked up at your robotic lover while rubbing your eye with the heel of your palm. Shockwave reached his servo down to rub at your cheek. The soft skin there cold and clammy from your tears. He gently cupped your face in his servo as he knelt down with his canon resting over his knee.

“Are you injured?” His servo basically encompassed half your body as he stroked at your face with his thumb. You shook your head to Shockwave’s question. “I would like to confirm,” Shockwave said leaning down closer to you. “It’s not that I don’t trust you to tell me when you’re injured but I need to make sure you are not damaged.”

Shockwave felt up your body gently looking for any discomfort while he scanned you over with his optic. When he was finished he let he servo rest against your back cradling you where you stood.

“You are fully operational,” Shockwave said mostly to himself. “Has something happened?”

You groaned curling against his servo. That was all the confirmation he needed. “We have implemented a safety plan for when you are in distress,” Shockwave pushed against your back so you’d shuffle closer to him. “I believe it would be most logical to follow our agreed upon methods to help you.”

You looked up at Shockwave with big wet eyes. You reached your hands up at him with your fingers spread wide. He let out an amused exvent as he picked you up and with the same motion stood up to his full height.

He placed you upon his protruding chasis with your upper body resting against his cyclopian helm and his servo cupping your lap to keep you balanced. Your arms flung around his optic in a tight hug as your body started to shake once again stricken with tears. Shockwave’s finials flattened backwards upset with your current state. His digits stroked lovingly over your lap to comfort you as your tears wetted the side of his optic helm.

“Would you like to bathe before changing into your sleep coverings?” Shockwave asked tenderly.

He could feel you nod against his helm. His grip on your lap tightened protectively as he started to make his way towards the human washroom he had put together for you. It coincided with the wash rack he had built for his own sanitary purposes making your bathroom look like a carwash with a vanity. It was oddly cute how Shockwave would combine your necessary spaces. While he always claimed it was “-only logical due to our limited habitable space,” you knew he simply just wanted you around him at all times.

While Shockwave secretly wished you’d quit your job for this very reason he understood that the current economic system you lived under didn’t allow that just yet. Shockwave fantasizes about having you as his perfect house spouse preparing him his energon and helping with him relax after a long day working in his lab. In fact, how cute would you be as his little lab assistant? The idea made the scientist giddy and his spark skip a pulse at the idea. However, Shockwave would keep his self indulgent fantasies to himself for now. He still needed to care for his beautiful partner as they shiver so sadly in his servo.

The doors to your shared bathroom slid open with a whirring noise. You peaked out from your hiding place against Shockwave’s helm to watch him make his way to the human part of the washroom.

“Do you believe speaking about your day will help you cope with your current stress?” Shockwave asked as he knelt down next to the tub. Using the end of his canon arm, he tilted the spout handle into the on position letting the bathroom be filled with the sound of rushing water. He messed with the handle adjusting it until he saw that the temperature was fit enough for you. You only shook your head to his question.

“Very well, sweetspark,” Shockwave turned his helm to look at your poor body slumped against his shoulder. “I need you to test the water to make sure it is to your liking.” You nod letting Shockwave gently lift you off his shoulder and onto the tile floor. You reach your hand under the water then nod before twisting the plug to the bath closed.

Shockwave stroked your back gently. “I will fetch your scented items while you undress.” You looked over your shoulder at Shockwave and gave him a grateful smile. You could hear the whirring of his metal joints as he lifted himself up and moved towards your vanity. He poked through the cabinets looking for your special bath supplies as you stripped yourself of your work clothes.

“Will this suffice?” Shockwave asked holding up the bag of epsom salts in your direction. You nodded now fully nude and stepping into the warm water. Shockwave kneeled back down gently tipping a good amount of the salt into your water before resealing the bag and setting it down next to the tub.

“You have worked so hard today,” Shockwave said while stroking your hair with one of his digits. “I believe you deserve to rest.”

You felt your bones turn to mush as you pushed your head up against Shockwave’s finger. You could hear a soft amused hum from the mech before he grabbed your wash cloth and favorite soap. It was honestly impressive how gentle and accurate Shockwave was when handling your things seeing as he was at least five times your size.

When he deemed the wash cloth properly lathered in soap he nudged your arm with his canon so you’d lift it out of the water for him. “You do not need to prove your worth through your work ethic,” Shockwave said softly as he rubbed the soapy cloth up your arm. It was a bit awkward for him to maneuver the wash cloth due to his size but you didn’t even care to notice. “I already know your worth, my love.”

You could feel the tears welling in your eyes as Shockwave rubbed the wash cloth along your back making sure to massage you with his fingers. “Now you will rest while I take care of my sparkmate.”

[smallestapplin]

Cybertronian courtship headcanons

Yes I should be writing requests but friends asked, and I went on a decently long ramble that I wanted to share.

Hi yes please add more if you wish, or even ask me about how this would work with a human partner. Or anything really.

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Vehicle mode Cybertronians can be flashy, speeding around taking tight turns, taking dangerous leaps, doing donut around their courted or the one they are trying to court all in the name of getting your attention and keeping it.

This can differ based on the cybertronian, but older mechs (e.i Ratchet, Skids, and Kup) don’t do that, their show is more action that even wrecking bots take after, more placing their alt mode between you and others, any lights they have, headlights or emergency lights will also flicker or turn on with no siren, this is called ‘Flashing’ and it will confuse them once they get to Earth.

Flustering bots with sirens (i.e Ratchet, Prowl, First Aid, Red Alert) can also earn you a ‘whoop!’ Of their siren popping.

Speedsters (i.e Hot Rod, Smokescreen, Sunstreaker, Sideswipe, etc) perfer the flashy loud engine revving ways, but they can also flash their lights, its just faster flickering or solid several seconds off and on for stunts.

Music based Cybertronians take a vastly different approach, their lights flash to the beat of music they are playing. They also make and write music based on the person they have affections for, personalizing it to the person, and performing it as a gift, this also comes with dancing.

Dancing with a music based Cybertronian often comes with EM field coming into play, this field is meant to silently match your wavelength and electricity. Music based mechs dance all the time and dance with friends, however the act of ASKING to dance is seen as an attempt of asking them out, and most will reject you harshly for it if you are not close.

For more clarification

It’s the act of asking that is seen as taboo, as it means you want one on one time, just the two (or maybe three) of you to dance, alone, and match each other’s rhythm.

Flight based Cybertronians and their wings are perhaps the flashiest, but this is still debated amongst them and speedsters.

Flight based bots will often take to the skies in their alt modes and do aerial shows for you, leaving a smoke trail behind them to make designs in the clouds for you. Sometimes this can turn into a battle if two or more flight based bots won’t the same person.

Still most are quite protective over their stuff, often liking rocks and metals and sharing such finds only with their person or courted.

Flight mode bots also speak a lot with their wings, it’s a second language on Cybertron amongst them. Cybtertronians with door wings also fall into this, however their wings are often smaller and clunkier so a jet mode bot and a car mode bot can have very different conversations as the door wing bots speak in a more simplified version as opposed to like a Seeker.

Flight mode bots wings, however, play a large role in their relationships, their wings are their greatest assets but if injured can ruin their jobs and lives if not treated or unable to fix, due to this they are protective over them.

If you are asked to help clean up their wings it is a sign of deep unwavering trust, this can either be friend or partner, the only way to tell is the words their wings speak to you, trusting you as a friend their wings will not more often, usually staying straight up and out.

But if viewing you as a partner their wings move often helping you reach deeper places, or often drooping down as their relax into your touch.

Also in public, if a flight mode bot is trying to court you, their wings will flare out and stretch wide in an attempt to block your view from any other bot from the surrounding area, trying to keep your attention on them and only them.

[blue-cyber-dreams]

Baby I'm Yours

Reformed!Megatron x human!reader

I think reader is GN? Def racially ambiguous

It's kinda left up to the reader what version of Megatron this is, but I was thinking of/inspired by @revelboo's version of MTMTE/Lost Light's Megatron 🩷

SFW and fluffy with bits of angst

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You swayed slowly as you hummed an old tune, right arm stretched out with your hand clasped in Megatron's left servo, his other gently resting on your ribcage.

While sitting on his desk, you had been humming a song to yourself and gently moving to the beat, when he asked about human dancing. So after he mass-shifted, you had introduced him to the simplest form of human dancing you knew. You guided him in how to place his hands and encouraged him to relax enough to move with the music. The dance style was intimate, but you tried to maintain some distance between your bodies, if only for the sake of your nerves. Now you were alternating between humming and softly singing lyrics to that sweet song you remembered from Earth as you rocked from side to side.

"...And I'll be yours, 'til the mountains crumble to the sea..." the words fell from your mouth as you stepped away to twirl, right hand still in his, only to return to his hold.

You looked up to offer a small smile, hoping this was entertaining the mech. He was already looking at you, a wistful expression on his face.

"You humans have much more complex optics when viewed up close," he said lowly.

You tipped your head to the side and smiled. "We call them 'eyes,'" you responded, playfulness dappling your tone.

You continued to hum before he spoke again. "Your eyes look deep, like I could leap inside. They seem like portals to another world."

You stilled at his words, and he leaned closer to you. The eye contact and proximity made it hard for you to breathe and you became aware of a whole new level of intimacy.

Then, he looked down. At your lips? Surely not. But then he released your hand and brought the servo which had been holding it to your side, and he inched closer. And closer...

You realised you were unconsciously leaning in as well. Then eyes and optics both fluttered shut as lips and dermas met softly.

His servos and arms moved to encircle you, drifting slightly lower, and his grip became firmer. For a moment, all your thoughts halted, and your palms rested on the metal of his chest.

Then, you became catastrophically self-aware again. With a spark of panic, you broke off the kiss to hide your face against his chest.

His hold on you loosened, as if to allow you room to escape, but you didn't want to move away. His embrace felt safe and soothing; you just needed to pause for a moment.

"Little one?" he murmured, a hint of concern in his tone.

You felt embarrassed. You had pulled away without thinking, and you felt you definitely owed him an explanation.

"Sorry, I shouldn't have done that," you said softly into his chest plates. You decided to just be out with it.

"I've never done that before." And if you didn't before, you definitely felt a wave of heat at your face now.

His tone was mild. "What? Kissed someone?"

You pulled away slightly to look up at the big mech. You were met with optics which held a flicker of... Uncertainty?

You averted your eyes before responding. "No, I haven't..." you said, fingers fidgeting with the edges of his armor plating to relieve the akwardness you felt.

His servos shifted up, now loosely resting near you shoulder blades, higher than they had been even during the slow dancing. You looked back up to see a whisper of pain and sadness on his face.

"You are too innocent for me," he murmured.

"I'm not that innocent!" A note of incredulity slipped into your voice.

He looked down at you again. His response came out smoothly at first, then slipped into a near-growl by the end.

"I mean no offense. But you do not know who I am, or what I've done."

"I know what I've seen. I know my own experiences. You saved my life!"

You had been abducted from Earth by another Cybertronian, and kept as a pet. Or a plaything, more like. They had no idea how to care for you and clearly took you on a whim, just wanting a defenseless creature to mess with. Megatron had found you by chance. "Humans are not fit to be kept as pets. They are intelligent, sentient," he had growled to your inept keeper. You hadn't been sure why at the time, but they had clearly regarded him with fear and intimidation, so they easily handed you over when he extended his servo to take you. You remembered what he had said when he departed from them. "Do not worry, little one. You are safe now." And you were.

You brought your mind back to the present, and Megatron's brow was furrowed, his optics screwed shut. A low sigh escaped him.

"They may not have taken you if I had not encouraged disdain for organic life in my followers."

"But it was still their choice. And you're different now," you responded firmly.

You continued in a softer tone. "You are always kind to me, and gentle." His optics opened again slowly.

"I do not deserve you," he murmured, voice rumbling.

You pursed your lips. "That word - 'deserve' - I don't like it. It's so subjective."

He looked at you intently, like he was trying to understand, so you went on.

"By some philosophical metrics, none of us deserve anything good that happens to us." You reached up to stroke the bridge of his nose, and despite his previous protests, he shuttered his optics and slightly leaned down into your touch.

"I prefer to aim for maximising the good things in the universe. Sometimes, or even often, that means pursuing justice, and trying to determine just what it is that someone deserves... But not always."

Your finger came down from his nose and traced his dermas, and they parted when you made contact with them. His optics opened again and met your eyes.

"You are far too compassionate towards me," he rumbled.

"I'm just a big believer in people having the capacity to change. It doesn't always happen, but I admire it when it does. It takes more strength to admit you were wrong and change course than it does to have the correct course from the beginning."

Megatron took your hand in his servo and pressed a kiss to it.

"Could I be allowed this?" He seemed to be asking no one at all, and yet also the entire universe. Any being who might be listening, or perhaps the eternal sparks and souls of those whose deaths he had brought about.

You reached to pull him down for another kiss. "That's up to me. And I say yes."

[miss-nandini]

hey, can you make me a Mirage x fluff reader please mostly cuddling minor cussing please

A/N: I love Mirage. Hope you like it! It got a bit sad in the middle.

Little Things (Mirage x Reader)

It was one of those rides with him where he would be having the time of his life and your head would be spinning.

"Mirage, please stop! I think I'm going to throw up!"

"Hey! Don't you dare throw up inside me!"

Whether out of fear or sheer annoyance, he finds a spot soon enough and lets you stumble out of his alt mode. 

"Sometimes you are no fun, you know that?"

You look around, rolling your eyes as he accuses you of being boring. "It's not my fault that you decide to be a little shit."

You look around again. It seemed like he had brought you far away from the town area. You couldn't see anything other than grassy fields that seemed to stretch on forever.

"Mirage, where are we?"

"How would I know, (Y/N)?"

"Excuse me? Do you even know the way back?" You huffed. He really was something, wasn't he?

"Hey! Don't you trust me? I'm so hurt."

You heard him changing back to his original form behind you. 

"No need to be so dramatic."

"You are soooo mean, (Y/N)"

You could almost feel his pout even though you weren't looking at him. "Well, guess it wouldn't hurt to just sit around for a while."

You found a spot and sat down. Soon, you could hear him walking towards you to join you. You looked up at the sky. The night was still young and there were stars so bright that you couldn't help but admire them. 

"They are so beautiful."

"Yeah..."

You looked at Mirage. He was looking at the sky. But, for some reason, he looked... sad. It worried you. He usually looked  so happy-go-lucky. The sudden change in his demeanor was... startling.

"Mirage?"

"You know... the stars looked just as beautiful from Cybertron... The sky in Cybertron was... stunning."

The tender look in his eyes took your breath away. Sometimes you forget that he has lost his home. It is only natural that little things remind him of the home he was forced to leave.

"Hey, Mirage...? I know this is not Cybertron and I can not give you what you lost. But... you can think of Earth as another home, yeah? Things will never be the same again, but I promise that you will always have a home to return to. You have the others and of course... you have me..."

"Y/N..."

He picked you up in his servos and cradled you to his chassis. "Thank you..."

You placed your palms on top of his servos, your warmth bringing a smile to his face. "You are not so bad for a human, you know?"

"And you are absolutely annoying for a bot." 

"I will get back at you for that."

You yelped as he lay himself down on the grass with you on his chassis. "Hey! Don't do that!"

"Nopeee, I will keep doing this." He tried to ruffle your hair.

"Mirage!"

"Right, sorry sorry. But seriously, thank you for everything, (Y/N)"

"You are welcome buddy, you are welcome."

As you stayed curled up on his chassis, the night out with him didn't feel too bad anymore. It made you realize how much you still didn't know about Mirage. You have grown attached to him. Maybe, the next ride with him wouldn't be so bad after all.

[bots-and-cons]

May I request some fluff with Starscream and Cypertronian!Reader.

Maybe some pampering where SS get's his finish polished, or maybe a massage (lmao, my guy has the posture of a shrimp)

Thanks in advance, love your writing

A/N: I too have the posture of a shrimp unfortunately lol. I've got this post from before on the same topic, but I decided to kinda rewrite/expand on it

Starscream's back was kind of aching, sometimes his wings just felt so heavy and he just wanted to not have to carry them around

Detachable wings would have been very nice at times

He doesn't like asking for favors, even from you, because he never wants to owe anyone anything

So he just makes a bit of a show of how much his back hurts when the two of you are alone, and manipulates you into giving him a massage

You just kind of roll your optics when he has his back turned, and let him think he was able to manipulate you into it

Even though it was clearly just his idea

He lays down on his stomach and you start massaging his back and wings

Starscream loves it when you take care of him and when you show him affection

Also he can be a bit loud when he's enjoying something, especially when it feels as good as massage

When you hit the right spot, he just lets out a very passionate "yeesssss"

When he realizes he said it out loud and in that tone, he is pretty embarrassed, but that means he covers it up with acting annoyed

Your digits are just releasing all the tension on his back and wings and it's so nice

He might give you a small verbal thank you, but if not, he will be more affectionate for a while after and show his gratitude physically

[mushyblushyredhead]

got a request

Let prowl and lee bee (TFA)

Bee needs to get wrecked after the stunt he pulled ngl

Heheh nobody messes with Prowl! >:3

Free Art/Fic Requests: CLOSED (this is an old ask, 2 more of these and I’ll finally start the boop booth! 🥳)

[starscreamcopilot]

Transformers Headcanons: 🚔Prowl Version!!🚔 Part 1!

I love Prowl and I have a few fluff headcanons for us to giggle about hehe~

This post will be SFW!

So I headcanon him to not want to socialize with Humans too much as he doesn’t want to get attached, but he meets you and gives in to your fascination of him. He might act like he’s annoyed when you bug him but he secretly likes it.

He won’t ask for physical touch at first but he enjoys it and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy holding your small frame in his hands. After it’s been established it’s okay though he becomes clingy lol

You may feel awkward being in a cop car when he offers to take you somewhere like work. He’s very over protective and doesn’t want to leave you alone. Anytime you walk out of work or something he hits the quick siren button and rolls up casually, amused by how red you get looking around to make sure people aren’t staring.

He loves face cuddles! You sitting on his chest piece where you can wrap your legs around the side of his neck and can just leaning and give face snuggles. Feeling your hands against his cheeks, and leaning into it

All the kisses when you’re alone. He appears standoffish in public but once the others aren’t looking he is pulling you into his lap.

I feel like when he gets overworked he comes over and just picks you up like yep this is mine. He doesn’t like when the other boys get too close or offer you a ride unless it’s an emergency.

This is a funnier one. STAY WITH ME, Riding on his head and holding onto his eye brow horn thingies. That is all

Idk this is my first head canon post here enjoy!!!

[showstopper35]

Perfect Invention - Starjack

a/n- feeding the 3 starjack shippers with this one. fluff.

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When Wheeljack woke up, he saw Star standing in front of their floor-length mirror. An unnecessary addition to their already extravagant quarters, but it had made Star happy so he had bought it nonetheless.

Star's face was contorted in that familiar scowl, looking both annoyed and slightly frustrated. He moved his perfect silver claws down his hips and thighs, glaring at himself in the glass.

"Star...?" Wheeljack asked, his voice soft and groggy.

Star looked faintly startled, and even a bit guilty. It was a rare look for him, one Jackie did not like. He watched as his winged partner schooled over his features, his expression returning to that coy aloofness that came with years of believing he deserved better.

"Good morning, dearest," Star said, leaning over the bed as Jackie sat up to kiss him softly.

Dearest, huh? So he was upset about something. Still, he let his partner kiss him, bringing one big hand up to cup Star's flawless, sharp face. Jackie stretched after they moved apart, slowly getting out of bed as Star practically sashayed into the kitchen. Those seekers and their damn heels.

Jackie follows him into the kitchen, watching his partner's wings shift in the windows' light. Sometimes it was like he was seeing him for the first time again, wanting to re-memorize every groove in his plating and minuscule scratch in his paint. Jackie wraps his arms around Star as the Seeker stands at the counter, burying his face into the crook of Star's neck.

"Clingy." The Seeker scoffs, but from the way his wings droop slightly, he enjoys the affection. He takes some energon from the dispenser and places it in two bowls, handing one to Jackie. He takes it with a nod of thanks, and they sit down at their small table that Star insists on calling a dining table, even though it only has room for four chairs.

They eat in silence for a bit before Jackie speaks up in a cautious voice. "What's the matter?"

Star puts on a mask of confusion, the one he does when he's trying to play dumb. It's never worked on Jackie.

"What do you mean? I am perfectly alright, especially now that you are awake." Star says, suddenly picking at his food.

"What was all that glaring at the mirror, then?" Jackie pushes. The only way to get through to Star is to press, even if he ends up scratching back. Star looks away for a minute, most likely trying to come up with a lie.

"I was just...inspecting myself." He mutters, trying to seem dismissive.

"You looked beautiful, as always," Jackie says, just as soft.

There's a beat as Star looks at him, his optics narrowed, most likely searching Jackie's face to see if he was lying.

"You really mean that?" His voice is uncharacteristically soft. He must be more upset than he lets on.

"Of course. Every time I look at you, it's like I am seeing you again for the first time."

"We met on a battlefield. It wasn't exactly a nice first impression." Star says, but he's trying not to smile.

"I don't care. I've fallen in love with you more and more every other time I see you. You're gorgeous, Star." Jackie says quietly.

"Even...if I'm cold-constructed?" His lover's voice is so small, perhaps the smallest Jackie has ever heard it.

Jackie gets out of his chair and comes around the table, kneeling in front of his lover. He takes one of Star's claws and squeezes it softly.

"Star, you know that doesn't matter one bit. You are perfect the way you are." He looks into Star's red optics, trying to show him how sincere he is being.

"I was made in a lab. Made to be perfect. I'm a fake, I'm just a shitty imitation of what could be, I-" Jackie silences him with a touch to his cheek.

"You are a beautiful invention, far more beautiful than anything I could have created. You are not a fake because you are yourself, Star. And I love you for who you are." He cups his lover's cheek, stroking his thumb across Star's sharp cheek-plating, watching his optics soften.

Star is quiet for a moment. Then another. He then gently turns his helm, placing a soft kiss on Jackie's palm. He remains quiet, pressing another soft kiss to his lover's fingers.

"I really love you, Star," Jackie says softly. "I don't care if you weren't forged. You are the most beautiful thing ever made in all of Cybertron."

Star's wings twitch, his body giving a slight shudder before he leans forward, pressing his face into Jackie's neck. Jackie rubs his back softly, just between his wings.

"I...I love you too. Thank you." He mumbles, bringing his arms around his partner's white and grey shoulders. Star closes his eyes, breathing softly.

Jackie strokes his helm, then runs a hand across the top of Star's wings, causing his lover to shiver.

"Don't push it." comes a soft growl, Star's voice muffled against his neck. Jackie laughs softly, earning a small bite from Star.

"Hey, watch the fangs!"

"Shut up, Jackie."

[cozzzynook]

Some fluff :3

Megatron is deep in recharge lazily snoring away in his office chair. However he isn't alone on his chest lies a little sparkling also in recharge happily purring away as they rest on their Sire's chest. All the while Rodimus carefully and quietly puts away the scattered data pads and tidies up the messy desk before finally joining his family's side.

I can picture megatron having deep grandad snores that his sparkling inherits and Roddy just thinks its so cute!

Its the only way Rodimus can get to sleep now.

[thornyfluff]

Senator Soundwave and cassettes in childcare (or lack thereof) hell.

I'm trying something new... the comic strip will be posted tomorrow--- Stay tuned!

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Title: Soundwave: Signals of a Working Dad

( “Fine. I’ll Just Be Evil Then.”)

Cybertron’s towers shimmered in the golden light of Iacon’s energy grid, but Soundwave’s optic sensors twitched with mounting stress. His console pinged with diplomatic memos, classified updates, and worst of all—a rejection from yet another daycare center.

"RE: Application for Cassette Unit Supervision

We regret to inform you that your children are classified under 'military-grade espionage tools' and therefore ineligible for SparkSprouts Learning Core."

Soundwave’s vocalizer buzzed in frustration. He was a Senator, a pillar of Cybertronian law and order, yet no institution would take in his small herd of sentient cassette children—each of whom had enough destructive capability to warrant their own defense subcommittee.

Ravage had eaten through a file clerk’s desk last week. Laserbeak had imprinted on a data archivist and now refused to stop following him into the wash racks, chirping emotionally. Rumble and Frenzy had started a minor seismic event during nap time. The nap was canceled. The floor is still cracked... And the caregivers are still traumatized.

He couldn’t blame the facilities. But he also couldn’t keep dragging them to the Senate.

“Senator Soundwave,” crackled a panicked voice over the intercom, “your cassette units are in the ventilation system again. Rumble is—wait—Frenzy just launched himself out of an air duct. Is he—IS THAT A DETONATOR?”

He disconnected the call without comment, which was Soundwave for “I am internally screaming.” Then came the final straw. An emergency Senate meeting. High priority. High stakes. Attendance mandatory. No dependents allowed.”

Soundwave sat very still. Shoulders slumped. Optics dimmed. His spark ached in that slow, quiet way familiar to every working caregiver stuck in a system built by bots who clearly never had to wipe unidentifiable goo off the inside of a political briefing data pad.

Across his screen blinked another security memo: Civil unrest. Riots in Kaon. Broadcasts from Megatron again—raging about the elite and how the Senate catered only to the pristine few.

Soundwave wasn’t sure who the “elite” even were anymore. It definitely wasn’t him. Not forged in the Hall of Records. Not groomed by Primes. Not sipping high-grade energon from crystal flutes while somebody else took the spawnlings to enrichment programming.

He had clawed his way up from the shadow circuits, raised five cassette children while climbing the political ranks, and now? Now he couldn’t even get into an emergency session without a babysitter.

...Then came the final insult: An emergency Senate meeting. High alert. All Senators required. No dependents (OR CASSETTES) allowed.

He tried to reason. Briefly.

“Surely—there is a secure observation chamber—”

“Soundwave,” they interrupted, “we are on the brink of civil war. This is no place for... your cassette situation.”

“Senator Soundwave,” said the automated message, “Reminder: Today’s emergency Senate meeting is classified. No dependents allowed. Attendance is mandatory. Failure to appear will result in loss of voting privileges and probable disciplinary review.”

That was it. Not the clogged air vents. Not the Senate’s thousand-page parenting waiver forms. Not even Ravage getting banned from the cafeteria for hunting the microwave.

It was being told—once again—that his family was a “situation.”

He rage-quit the entire political infrastructure of Cybertron.

He stared at the screen. Slowly. Deliberately. He pressed a button. He activated his surveillance . system. It was the sound and sight of five cassette children screaming in unison while dismantling a vending machine.

He attached the file to his RSVP.

“Regretfully Declined. Kindly and collectively Eat My Entire Aft. Sincerely, Soundwave.”

Then, with the calm of a mech who’d just finally decided, “You know what? To the Pit with this,” he opened a comm line and dialed Megatron.

Megatron: “Soundwave. About time. You ready to rise up?”

Sondwave: “Negative. I’m ready to never fill out another daycare application form EVER again.”

M: “...You bringing the cassettes/children?”

S: “Affirmative. All of them. Rumble, Frenzy, Laserbeak, Buzzsaw, Ravage.”

M: “You know we’re starting a violent uprising, right?”

S: “They love those. It's Frenzy’s favorite. I am tuning out of the bureaucratic daycare hellscape that is the Senate.

S: You want me, you take them.”

M: “Can they follow orders?”

S: “Sometimes. It's hit or miss.”

S: “They come with snacks and skills.”

In the background: *Frenzy screaming into the vents for absolutely no reason while buzzsaw and laserbeak eat through the cabling in the wall they're destroying for a nest*

M: “That’s beautiful. Welcome aboard.”

S: “Do Decepticons have healthcare?”

M: “Not really. But we’ve got free refueling and a crying/napping room behind the munitions closet.”

S: “Acceptable. Are dependents allowed to attend meetings?”

M: “They can run HR, for all I care.”

S: “I’m in.”

That night, as the Senate descended into bureaucratic chaos over who was going to draft the Emergency Parking Zoning Act of 405-B, Soundwave reclined in a dark corner of the Decepticon base. Buzzsaw nibbled at Energon snacks. Rumble and Frenzy dropkicked a punching bag labeled “Sentinal Prime.” Ravage dozed atop a crate labeled "Explosives (Definitely Not Toys)."

Soundwave sipped from a cube of high-grade fuel. He’d had enough of trying to be the perfect Senator. Now? He was a Decepticon.

They had a bring-your-minions-to-work policy. And braver babysitters with ball-bearings here. War was hell. But so was parenthood. At least here, the snacks are free and the cassetes could finally be loud. He felt vindicated.

The Senate could keep its rules, panels, and its “no cassettes allowed” elitist energon nonsense. Soundwave was a Decepticon now, and honestly? It came with free dental and part-time daycare (health and safety not guaranteed but frag if he was worried about that on a single mom’s discount ener-mojito-gon night).

And that's why Mamawave became a Decepticon. Corperate and political Cybertron hates families and the working parent.

(much like another planet we know...😤)

I swear--- the older I get, the more I agree with IDW Megatron...

--- I say we start a movement! Like---

Moms And Megatron Against the System! (MAMAS) 🫡🫡🫡

The comic I made if it:

[mskenway97]

I have imagined another more fluffy scenario.

You wakes up in his chest, you try to move to get up, he hugs you tighter, it frustrates you a little but you hear a whisper near your ear: Don't leave...

You feel shivers, a few caresses of his cheek on your little head with another little whisper: stay with me...

you feel your heart beating, very fast, you snuggle in and feel a little kiss on the top of your head.

You realize that you have fallen for his trick, but you felt very happy like that.

[smallestapplin]

A sweet turn of events

This is a commission! @reallyshadowycollective thank you!🩷

Warnings : Optimus gets hurt, fluffy and cute ending I looked up the stages of courtship for this. Spark bonding. Everyone is fine dw.

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Being Optimus’s partner was wonderful, he was always so kind, devoted, even at his busiest he’d still find a way to be there, for such a large bot he treats you like a prized treasure, loved and cared for. Being with Optimus for so long gave you an edge, despite being much smaller than the autobots around base, you were considered a boss of sorts, the only bots who’d still talk back to you were Prowl and Ratchet.

Though it also allowed you to bully your way passed Bulkhead and into the medbay after hearing so much commotion, knowing they had come back from a patrol and something went wrong, you weren’t expecting to see Ratchet and Wheeljack looking panicked, hovering over a badly damaged Optimus’s open spark chamber.

“Our tools can’t reach back there.”

“It’s too close to his spark, if we aren’t careful…”

“He’s still losing a lot of energon, that peice of scrap metal there. H-hey, why are you here?”

Wheeljack finally noticed you, his optics wide as he rushed over, trying to usher you out. Ratchet tries to hold a glare but it’s clear he’s worried.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me what happened.”

Despite Wheeljack holding you tightly in his servos, he pauses, looking back between you and Optimus.

“An ambush on a routine patrol, boss bot took a hit or few for some of the others. We ain’t got much time, we need you to-“

“Let me help. You said your tools can’t reach where it’s needed, right? Let me do it.”

The two look to you like you’re crazy, Ratchet even especially.

“What!? No! There is too much energon leaking from his fuel lines, it’s too toxic in there for you.”

Yet you don’t take it as an answer.

“Ratchet, I am not asking. We need Optimus, we can’t just stand around arguing over this, when we could be saving him!”

Wheeljack looks to the head medic with a solem expression, you are their friend too, they can’t imagine base without you, but they also need Optimus as their friend and leader. Ratchet can feel his spark sinking, he has to sacrifice one friend for another. Looking down at Optimus’s battered frame, he’s barely hanging on, if they are going to save him it has to be now.

“Fine.”

“But, Ratchet-“

“We don’t have any other way, we can’t wait around much longer.”

Wheeljack walks you to the medical berth, your heart breaking at the sight of your beloved but it makes you all the more sure. Ratchet hands you human sized thick gloves and a mask.

“These will only protect you for a short time. I will walk you through it.”

You are quick to put them on as Ratchet hands you a bunch of self adhering tape. Wheeljack loads up the x-ray, so much more in depth and clear than any you’ve ever seen, even showing you where the problem areas were.

“We will tell you where to go, but right not stop his fuel lines from leaking energon and the get to the scrap metal poking into his spark chamber.”

You nod as Ratchet helps lower you down into Optimus Chassis. It’s a mess, you want to cry at the scene before you but you stay strong, pressing on as you get to wrapping leaking lines, and pulling small metal bits from places you’re certain they aren’t suppose to be. The longer you’re in here, the heavier your head feels, but you fight to stay clear, working towards your lover’s spark.

You can hear Wheeljack and Ratchet’s voices telling you where everything is, telling you what needs wrapping, encouraging you to press on. Until you made it to Optimus’s spark, it’s massive compared to you, but you can see the issue instantly.

The metal is at an odd angle it would make the most crooked tools break, and it’s far too close to Optimus’s spark for any servos to get in here, but those decepticons didn’t account for you. You grab the sharp jagged metal, pulling and wiggling it as best you can, slowly but surely working it out until you hear it.

A pulse? A voice maybe?

You look at the bright blue glowing spark, noting how much it’s glowing.

“Shh, it’s okay Op, I’m here, I got you.” You spoke low, just for the both of you to hear, if he could hear you at all.

You grab the metal again, widening your stance and pulling again, you hear it again almost akin to a groan.

“I love you, I got you. Please, just hold on.”

You know you could die here, you know this isn’t the safest place for you like this.

You’ve been in his chassis before, it’s the safest place for you, it’s hard for anyone to get to, but for you Optimus would carry you around there. Memories what keep you going, refusing to left him fall like this.

Finally with one harsh pull the metal is freed, the force taking you down but you yell for Ratchet, moving to over get it out into the open for him to grab.

“Let me guide you this time!”

He doesn’t argue this time, grabbing the solder to close up the gaping hole behind the spark, you guide his servo making sure to be between him and Optimus’s spark, protecting him from any of Ratchet’s movements. The room is spinning, but you refuse to move, even as Ratchet starts cleaning up any leftover energon, even as the medic softly calls your name.

Your energy feels depleted, but as you lean your head against the thrumming spark, you smile, you feel safe at home.

You don’t hear the panicked voices, don’t get them calling for one of the racers to take you to a human hospital.

As your eyes slide closed, eyelids feeling heavy, you could only think about how you’d do it again in a heartbeat to save your beloved. There is a harsh glow behind your eyes, making you groan as your eyes flutter open. When did you fall asleep?

You blink as frames come into view but too difficult to make out.

“Oh thank the all spark you’re alive!” You never heard Ratchet so relieved.

“You gave us a scare, I was sure you’d be meeting Primus by now.” Wheeljack places a cold wet cloth over your forehead, chuckling as you grow in relief.

When has your body gotten so warm?

“But still, a human spark bonding with a cybertronian, I never would’ve thought that was possible.”

You groan, you’ve heard those terms before but your head is throbbing, it hurts too much to think right now. Despite the pain you can’t help but have one fleet thought, is Optimus okay? As if hearing your thoughts, you can hear a faint rumble of Optimus’s engines purring.

Sluggishly you sit up, ignoring the loud protests from the medics as you move closer to an obviously tired Optimus, who opens his optics to look at you, despite his exhaustion he looks so content and happy to see you. Optimus lifts a servo up to cup your body and hold you closer.

“Hello, my light.”

“How are you feeling?”

He hums, laying limp back against the medical berth.

“Tired, but are you okay? You shouldn't have-“

You cut him off with a stern grunt.

“I’d do it again, I’d do it as many times as it takes to make sure you’re alive and well. I love you, and I refuse to not at least try.”

The others in the room leave to give you two some alone time. Leaving you and your beloved alone. He seems to hear your words, but seems somewhat dazed.

“Do you have a preference for when to hold our ceremony? Or maybe you have a tradition you want incorporated?”

“Huh?”

You look up to Optimus, who now looks confused at you. You two have been dating for a while of course, acts of intamacy, acts of disclosure, acts of giving, you two had been doing such things for years, was this not your act of devotion? Was this not the grand gesture of love you intended it to be?

But you spark bonded with him, he can feel the ties between you two now.

Did you not know? Surely you had to, your actions were loud and clear, your words were even louder.

“My love, don’t look at me like that, please.” You kiss his chin, trying to soothe him.

You feel an ache in your chest, it feels so heavy, can you feel his emotions now? Surely not.

“You bonded my spark to you, it’s not something that can be forced, I thought you wanted to make it official if Ratchet and Wheeljack haven’t told the others yet.”

Though your head is spinning, you feel light headed at the idea of marrying Optimus Prime, you didn’t know you could do that! But seeing his expression so light and dreamy makes your heart swoon, you don’t think you could tell him no.

Who are you kidding, you’d love to.

[hx4x4enthusiast]

Fluffy Wrecker Family headcanon

-Bulkhead always keeps a fluffy blanket and drawing materials in his subspace for Miko

-When Bulkhead gets flahbacks from his days as a wrecker on cybertron and feels guilt for killing mechs. Miko will climb up onto his chassis, take one of his servo bevor laying down above his sparkchambers and cuddeling up to the servo

-Miko found a katana keychain, painted it to match Wheeljack's swords and then gifted it to him. It has been Wheeljack good luck-charms ever since, he hang them around his rearview-mirror.

-Wheeljack has a scent for the interior of his alt mode, that smells like japanese cherry trees and Mikos favourite japanese sweets for Miko when she feels homesick.

-Bulkhead and Wheeljack always extend thier emp-field arround Miko. Miko doesn't know it and no one tells her.

-Once Ultra Magnus accepted Miko as a wrecker he helped her with studying, allowing her to sit in his drivers seat and go on patrol with him when she scores a C or better on a test in a class she struggels with.

-After getting help from Ultra Magnus and acing her tests, Miko started calling Ultra Magnus, sir. Because she wanted to do someting nice for him. Ultra Magnus doesn't show it but it made him very happy.

-Miko fell asleep in each of the wreckers alt-modes at least twice.

Masterlist

[bots-and-cons]

How about knockout secretly becoming friends with reader who is under autobot protection?

A/N: I’ve got these HCs about Knockout’s s/o being under autobot protection. This is a bit of a different thing though, and I thought it was different enough to warrant its own post. These ended up kinda long, because I got invested, lol

•You and Knockout met by total accident, when a few off your friends had dragged you to watch an illegal street racing competition

•You had snuck out without telling the bots so they didn’t know where you were, hence none of them were there to stop you from being a bit reckless and having a good time

•Your friends wanted pictures with the cars and when you got close to Knockout, you noticed the small-ish decepticon insignia

•You of course tried to get your friends away from him, because who knows what he might do if he recognized you as one the autobot’s charges

•Knockout honestly hadn’t been paying much attention to what any of the humans who were under the autobot’s protection looked like, so he didn’t realize who you were right away

•Your friends wanted to take a couple of pictures despite your protests

•Knockout of course told them “Watch the paint job, I don’t want any scratches” as they leaned against him to take the pics

•Your friends thought it was just the driver saying it from inside the car, but you knew otherwise

•Your friends went away to the next car, but you marched up to Knockout’s driver side window and started talking to him

•”Why are you here?” you asked him

•”To race, obviously. Why else?” he scoffed

•That’s when he took a better look at you, because you were obviously talking to him like you knew him

•”Oh, you’re one of the autobot’s pets” you could basically hear the smirk in his voice

•”I’m not anyone’s pet you idiot, they’re my friends” you retorted

•Knockout found himself enjoying your banter, but the friend comment made him somewhat jealous, he couldn’t really call any of the decepticons his friends, except for Breakdown

•That’s basically where your friendship begun, you talked for quite a while and before you realized, your friends had left and so had your ride

•”Dammit, I’m gonna have to walk home” you muttered as the crowd kept thinning

•You didn’t know anyone else there, and your friends had left you there, so you started walking

•Knockout didn’t really say anything as you left, but a couple of minutes later, he realized it was quite cold outside and human’s don’t handle it very well or at least that’s what he’d understood

•He didn’t want you to die because of the cold, because that would just invite retribution from the autobots

•It actually wasn’t that cold, but you did live on the other side of town, so you had quite a long way to go

•Knockout didn’t know where you lived, but he drove after you and offered you a ride

•”So you can kidnap me and take me to the Nemesis? No thanks” you told him as he drove slowly next to you

•”I’m not going to kidnap you. I’m just not giddy at the thought of you dying in the cold and us getting blamed for it”

•You stopped walking and considered it for a moment, you really didn’t feel like walking over 5km in the chilly weather, and it looked like it was about to start raining too

•”Fine, you can take me close, but I’m not telling you where I live” you sighed, and hopped into the passenger’s seat

•You gave him directions, as he talked about something or other

•Knockout tends to talk a lot when he’s nervous, so he just kept talking to you

•You laughed at some of his jokes and he also commented how your friends were kinda mean for leaving you there like that

•You couldn’t help but agree, and you started ranting about your friends and the idiotic things they did sometimes

•You didn’t understand why, but he was just so easy to talk to, and you didn’t need to hide your opinions/feelings about your friends from him or hear a lecture or anything like that

•You could just talk, and he would listen and also validate your feelings by telling you your friends were in fact assholes 

•Knockout stopped at the grocery store parking lot that you had guided him to, but even then you continued talking

•”I know this is probably a stupid thing to say, but thanks, I haven’t been able to vent like that in a long while”

•”No problem, it was nice for me too” Knockout admitted

•He had talked about what an aft Megatron was and how badly Starscream treated him, but it was kind of funny how the inner workings of the decepticon leadership reminded you of a high school mean girls clique or something

•You told Knockout you weren’t going to mention this to the autobots, because you didn’t want a lecture and there really wasn’t anything to tell, he hadn’t done anything bad

•Knockout decided to leave you his comm link number (idk how it would work, but I decided it’s like a phone) so you could contact him if you wanted to

•You wrote it down on the notes on your phone and hopped out

•He could see you waving in the rearview mirror as you walked away

•It was the start of a rather odd friendship, which was not without its problems, but you grew to be good friends and confidants

•Of course you had to keep the whole thing hidden from the autobots, the same way Knockout couldn’t tell any of the cons

[mushyblushyredhead]

Hellooo~~~

If requests are open, I gotta see lee Soundwave. Specifically the g1 version. I love that design so flipping much and I think bro needs to lighten up and laugh a little

Haiii~! :D

OMG! Soundwave! Personally, my favorite Wave is TF Prime Soundwave but I won’t object to show some love to the OG Wave! (*^ω^*) I agree tho, bro really needs to chill and laugh more teehee~

Free Art/Fic Requests: CLOSED (This is an old ask)

Felt like making him chibi :3

[starscreamcopilot]

🏁A Knockout x Reader (non-binary) small fanfic!

✨Racing Human Core✨ Part 1!!

Sfw, no warnings. Just the beginning of a fluffy bit.

Knockout enjoys human car culture and is always looking for a chance to race and admire the competition. He hears about a local race out in the forest on some older roads. A very exclusive event he can’t miss so he goes.

He rolls up in his sleek alt-mode as he admirers the cars around him. The racers all getting into their cars slowly, allowing for him to prepare himself for an easy race.

Surprisingly he hears the sound of revving coming up beside him quickly and flicks his mirror to see a smaller quite impressive car. He almost speaks out loud before he notices the driver. They were quite cute and sat there with one hand on the wheel and the other out the window. They stared forward with a gaze that seemed frozen. Knockout admired the paint job on their vehicle as they waited for the race to start.

When they’re off he doesn’t have any trouble getting through the racer, zooming between and gaining his lead. Until this new racer zooms by him. They give him a challenge. Of course he likes a challenge and pushes himself further to catch up. It becomes a clear race just between him and the new racer as they are coming up on the finish. The racer looks over to knockout before making it just ahead and hitting the finish line barely before knockout. He hasn��t really been beaten at these events and he was surprised but intrigued by them. They get out of their car to the cheering and celebrate.

Their eyes come back to knockout and begin walking over. Knockout is a bit concerned about his cover and keeps his tinted windows mostly up but cracks one so that he can speak.

“That was an intense race, wasn’t sure if I was gonna beat you.” They spoke as they checked out the car. Obviously an enthusiast.

“Nice car btw.” They smiled and knockout felt his spark surge a bit like a heartskip. He enjoyed the praise. “Oh, thank you! Yea you were extremely fast!” He exclaimed. They both talks a bit about racing before Knockout had the guts to ask for their number. Of course the racer complied and blushed a bit. This made Knockout almost smile in his achievement. They smiled before walking back to their car.

“Till next time.” They hollered and got into their car before speeding off. Knockout felt very intrigued by this racer, which confused him a bit as they were a human. He enjoyed the car culture but humans were, well just humans. He couldn’t lie that he was interested in getting to know them.

Knockout texted them quite a bit about cars. He found out they were a mechanic and had quite a car collection. They kept offering for him to come see it. He saw them only at the races and they took turns winning against each other. He had never left his alt-form and the human he had come to care for would always tease him about not leaving his car. Wondering what his secret was.

“Maybe you’re super short?” They would tease or they wondered if he was just insecure about his appearance. Neither were close to the truth.

Until one day after weeks of talking and texting there was a race planned during a pretty narly storm. Knockout wasn’t too concerned, but he couldn’t lie that he was eyeing the tire choice on his companions vehicle.

They weren’t three weather tires and it seemed they were gonna rely on drifting it around the turns. He didn’t question how good they were but it was still gonna be a dangerous race.

When the race begun they both zoomed off working their way through the racers on the straight away and the first turn came. Knockout slowed down to let them drift around it and make sure they got through okay and when they drifted it perfectly they zoomed off leaving him in the dust. He chuckled in admiration of this human he had claimed as companion.

After a few more turns the weather really turned and before they could see it there was a tree in the road. The racer was already drifting around the turn before they saw it and in the event they lost control and went off the road into a ditch pretty hard. Knockout came up behind them and saw the tree. His spark sank as he scanned for their vehicle. Had it fallen after? He then noticed the tire lines going off the side down into a revine. He gasped and transformed so that he had some control on his descent.

He stepped down quickly to find the car had hit a tree and was pretty banged up. The driver was unconscious. He almost ran over and knelt before side the door. He tried to carefully open it and his servo grasped the human. He used his other to lay them down on so he could look at them. They were alive but he worried for their health.

“Come on y/n, wake up.” He whispered. They didn’t budge. He sighed looking around. They must have allied off the rest of the race as the other racers never passed above them. He stare down at the human in his servo and one of his digits came up to caress their face. The touch seemed to wake them and they stirred. He immediately thought about how they may react to a giant alien robot holding them. Before he foul think of a plan their eyes fluttered open and met his optics.

“Wh-what the hell!” They screamed and they began to fight. “Hey hey it’s okay it’s okay. It’s me, Knockout.” He had told them his name and they figured it was a nickname. They sure don’t now. His optics pleaded for them to understand.

The human was breathing heavily but they tried to calm down abit. “But you’re a robot? What do you mean you’re Knockout??” They asked. He sighed and began to set them down softly before standing back up and transforming into his alt-mode. They just stared.

“That’s why you never got out of the car?” They asked as if they were answering themself. He revved his engine and approached them slowly. He opened their door to reveal no one was in the drivers seat. Y/n was astonished before reality outside of this encounter hit them. They looked over to see their precious car against a tree and they huffed. It all started to hit them. They had crashed and must have gone unconscious before Knockout got them out. They looked back at the bot after inspecting the damage of their own car and walked back over. Knockout stayed in alt-mode as to not scare them further.

Their hand came down to the hood of Knockout and patted it as a thank you.

“You saved me.” They breathed softly. Knockout wouldn’t necessarily show how happy he was for the contact but the feeling of their hand felt wonderful

“Now I gotta get my car back to the shop.” Y/n sighed and stood before it with their hands on their hips. Knockout just admired them in thought.

“Okay the tow truck will be here in a minute. Thanks for everything! I’ll let ya get ho- where ever it is you stay.” Y/n tried to tell Knockout. They felt bad for him being here all this time. It was still rainy and the air was cold. He could see them visually shaking.

“I’m not going anywhere.” He spoke sternly. It was hard to take him seriously in his alt-mode but y/n shook their head. “No it’s okay. The tower will be here soon and I’ll just ride back to my shop.” They insisted. Knockout did not budge. Y/n groaned before shrugging. They gave in to his persistent nature.

“You look cold my dear, here.” He chuckled at their pouting before opened his door. Y/n looked at the empty seat hesitating. “You want me to sit in your car mode?” They watched their words as to not make it weird. Knockout really handy had anyone in his alt-mode but his spark felt warm thinking of this human protected where he could take care of them.

“Yes, don’t worry, it is safe.. and warm I might add.” They only nodded before stepping into the car and taking a seat in the passenger. They looked around and admired the state of his alt-mode. He took very good care of himself and it was like sitting inside a model vehicle. y/n stroked the console and door as they admired it. Knockout shook startling them.

“Sorry my dear, it use to this.” He then turned the heat on and let them warm up. They snuggled into the chair which he enjoyed as they waited for the tow truck. The rain almost putting them to sleep.

When the tow truck arrived they got out and greeted them leaving knockout in the rain to wait.

“Do you need a ride?” The Tow man asked not realizing Knockout was there which he responded by turning his brights on to blind the man. Y/n panicked and said the only thing that came to mind.

“Oh sorry, my boyfriend will drive me. He is persistent.” Knockout heard this and revved slightly in contentment. He liked the sound of that.

y/n ran back to the car and got in. They glared at the center dash like they were looking at Knockout. “Did you have to do that?” They grumbled in which he responded. “Of course, I am your boyfriend after all..” he chuckled which received a blush. “I didn’t know what to say. That came to mind first.” They hid their face.

Y/n had Knockout lead the tow truck to the shop and had them park the car at the entrance before they yawned and stepped in. They looked to see a Knockout still there. “If you need somewhere to sleep out of the rain you can pull in. There’s plenty of room. I use the room above the shop.” They exclaimed as Knockout pulled into the garage. When the door was down she transformer back and sat down to where he didn’t break anything. Y/n stood before him, gazing up at the massive bot. Knockout’s optics pierced their soul with a look of care as he admired them and their astonishment.

He reached out his servo for them to examine if they so wished, hoping they would trust him more. They examined it with their mechanical interest. “Youre so unreal.” They mumbled as they stroked the digits. He smirked a bit and his servo came to reach behind them and lay it upon their back. Each digit softly caressing. They gulped looking up at the bot. He then brought those digits to close around them and bring them close to his face. His other servo was brought up and as gently as he could stroke the hair from their face and check for any injury from earlier. Y/n wasn’t sure what he was doing until he started to poke at their joints.

“What are you? Some part of Doctor checking me for injury?” They giggled as it began to tickle.

“Actually yes.” He grinned. “I am a doctor of sorts. Of course I specialize in bots like myself. I was just worried for you.” He sighed. “I was so scared I lost you during that race. Seeing you unconscious… I didn’t care about my cover anymore.” He leaned in and his faceplate almost touched y/n.

They leaned forward in his servo and laid their head against his faceplate making him jump. “Thanks Knockout.” They whispered and then laid a light kiss on where their head had been.

After some time of them talking in person y/n laid some old cloth down and made a comfier place for him to sleep. Before they could say goodnight and walk up the stairs to their small apartment above they were grabbed by the waist by a digit. “Stay here. Please.” They heard the quietest this not had ever spoken. When they turned Knockout was looking elsewhere, maybe a bit embarrassed. They smiled softly and walked back to his side as he laid down. He was on his side looking down at the human as they gazed up at them. “Where am I suppose to sleep big guy?” They chuckled looking around. Before they could find a spot upon the blankets Knockout was already grabbing them and bringing them to his faceplate as he made himself comfortable with his head against the blankets. His head was partially on their side as they laid where he put them. They got the message he wanted them to snuggle his faceplate and accepted. Their hands stroking the different seams of metal. He seem to him as he snuggled closer and her servos wrapped around them cliched slightly.

“Goodnight, race star,” they whispered before laying a quick kiss upon his cheek.

Okay chat this is part 1? If ya like it I’ll continue. I haven’t wrote transformers stuff before so bear with me. XD