#transformers reader

[kissingraine]

not to be dramatic but i’m lying in a shallow grave whispering “she sang to him” over and over. this feels like band of brothers meets fragile civilian in the snow, and now i’m unwell. when’s chapter 3 for sun bleached flies? i need more frostbitten war trauma bonding before i freeze completely. pls, i’m begging you 😩

UHM???? band of brothers mentioned????😧 yall clearly have taste and im struggling to meet the expectations. here's ch3🫴🏻

Sun Bleached Flies — TF One Seekers x f!Reader (3)

While their weapons power up, Thundercracker's comms fizzle back to life—half-expecting it's Starscream's voice that comes through but Sky's panicked warbling neither disappoints or surprises him. He expected that one of them would notice he was deep in the Pit, their link making itself known and equally making him aware of their positions across the globe. Thundercracker cuts it off deliberately, can't bear to hear or know what Star wants to say about his situation. Worse, what the air commander won't say. Because he'll still feel it.

And that's much, much worse.

Skywarp portaled as fast as he could. Their link reconnected, somehow, after an entire decivorn. He had been minding his own business, about to start another mindless fight—until this spark-wrenching feeling of eternal dread comes over him, and he's spiraling. He's in danger. No, he isn't. But somebody else is. Starscream? Thundercracker? Come to think of it, he hasn't come back from his usual patrol. And they may have suppressed the neural link for an increasingly long time, but Sky knows in himself he would never tuck tail and turn to run when his brothers need him most.

Reckless as he was, the last one thrown into the battlefield and not giving him enough time to fully develop like Star and TC, barging in unannounced was his entire aesthetic. Only this time, his fellow trine needed him. And it's only due to his infamy that the pair of Auto-scum flee when they sense his EM field enter their processors. Skywarp shifts his plating to his mech form, landing on the ground with a rumble while his pedes slide through the snow. Thundercracker glances up and groans.

“Don't start.”

“I haven't said anything!” Skywarp raises both servos, noticing how the blue Seeker's repair protocols were working overtime to fix internal damage. The wing? Not so much. “Yet,” added Thundercracker, his hand remaining circled around you but not touching.

It's only when the other mech notices that there's one of those tiny organic natives just peeking out from behind his brother's ghosting hold. Thought he was just seeing things until the heat signature registered. Thundercracker's internal comms spring to life with his brother's voice box: “Are you going to keep that thing?” Skywarp immediately receives a glare. “She's not a thing. She's a native of this planet.”

The purple mech frowns behind his battle mask. “Exactly! Who do you think is gonna have our afts when Star finds out and he will?”

Thundercracker manages to roll his optics at Skywarp's valid worrying. He knows this was a mistake. Dragging another species into it always was. Earth became a temporary base to recuperate from the Prime's growing army and they had been fortunate enough to establish their headquarters on the ball of dirt. The supreme leader hated your kind, still new and young. Impulsive. He's half the reason why Starscream's been working so, so hard for the trine. And if the air commander ever found out, so will Megatron. Contrarily, if Thundercracker decided to let you go there's no telling if you won't squeal to your race's militia. And he could leave you for dead but he kind of owes you his life after acting like his meat shield.

• You have absolutely no idea what the two are talking about. Not sure if it's a them thing because all these two giants were doing was staring into each other's souls, maybe an exaggerated movement here and there. You could be hallucinating now that you were steadily losing a lot of blood. And feeling a lot colder than before actually. Or was it warmer? Whichever it was, your eyelids were growing heavier. Everything felt slow. Distant. Like trying to remember a dream while still half inside it. It's only the unfamiliar sound of choral dissonance between your new robot companions that keeps you barely aware. It bypasses your ears—you don't just hear it; you're perceiving it vibrating through your molars, bones and in your bloodstream. Not exactly a pleasant experience, not painful either just somewhat bothers you.

He's switched to Cybertronian because speaking in your tongue might spook you accidentally, “TC, look, I don't know if you've noticed but your tiny organic's temperature is slowly dropping.”

“Better to just leave it here. Doesn't look like it's going to survive much longer anyway.” He gestures to you and you don't even react, leaning against the palm of his brother's hand with a faraway look in your downcast eyes. Bruised and battered like Thundercracker was. He wonders if that's why the blue Seeker was so attached to you. Even if his brother won't say it out loud, he can feel it. What he can't understand is why though.

The blue mech ex-vents. Maybe Sky's right. As part of the Decepticons, leaving you to your own fate without dying at their hands is the most logical option. The most logical option and yet, he feels his energon lines prickle against his plating at the thought. He doesn't move. Not yet. Just watches you shiver against the curve of his servos while he flicks away the snow that's gathered on the roof of your tiny head using a servo—and he tells himself that the way his spark twitches is because of the cold.

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[devilart2199-aibi]

Transformers Valentines! 💝

Free to print out and give to loved one's, friends or people you appreciate! 💞😊 (or as a gift to yourself!) Please do not repost or attempt to sell!

[revelboo]

I know this is a bit of a weird request, but could you write about what would happen if mechs turned into cats? How would different mechs look and behave around the reader? I imagine Soundwave as a skinny, sneaky cat—the type who likes to stare at you from the corner of the door. And Ratchet would be a very fluffy, old cat who acts grumpy and untouchable but follows the reader to check if they’re okay and stays close when the reader is sick. I’d be happy to see TFP Soundwave and TFP Ratchet in this scenario. Have a lovely day!

Sure! 😈 I can have fun with this

Trickster

TFP Various x Reader

• Harness jingling as lean back against your perch on the arm of your big, alien husband’s throne, you watch him brandish a weird looking metal stick and you slide a hand against your recharging son’s helm. Though given the way the fidgety guy with the wings and the annoying voice is cringing every time the end of the stick and the bulbous chunk of rock in it swings his way as Megatron gestures with it, that’s definitely not just an ugly walking stick. “Lord Megatron, with all due respect, maybe you shouldn’t just swing Amalgamous’s relic around since we haven’t been able to decipher what it does?” Starscream’s whining and you know what’s coming.

• Servos tightening on the staff, Megatron catches your exhausted look right before he wheels around and smacks the end into the seeker for daring question him. And Amalgamous’s staff flares with Eldritch light, his spark constricting as a pulse slams out from the staff and bowls him backwards, hearing Starscream shriek out profanity as pain hooks into his spark, pulling sharply and he’s struggling as everything goes wrong. Can’t see, senses offline, and he tries to turn towards you and his sparkling, reaching desperately.

• For a second you can’t breathe, feels like you’re underwater, the air too thick as your lungs struggle and your heart goes racing as something prickles over you. Sees you. And passes you by. Gasping raggedly, eyes watering, you stare at the tiny gray and reddish kitten in your lap where your son should be, hearing its upset mewling. Unable to breathe all over again as you hear a hiss and yowling, and you cup the kitten to yourself and lean to look. Staring at the big, scarred gray cat clawing frantically at the base of Megatron’s throne trying to get up to you, then at the other, skinny cat hissing, fur on end. No. Nope, you’re not dealing with magic bullshit on top of regular alien bullshit. “Hell no.”

• Startling awake when something pounces on your gut, you stare at a skinny, sleek cat, its fur almost blue black and one eye a scarred milky white as it bumps its head against your chin. Sitting up, the cat keeps rubbing against you, restlessly twining around you, its one good eye staring up at you. “Hey, baby,” you whisper, rubbing an ear as its mouth yawns open silently, tail flicking. “Did Soundwave find you and bring you home for me?” You coo, hugging his warmth to you. Where is your big, clingy mate? When you stand up, the cat follows right on your heels, rubbing and twisting between your legs.

• That didn’t just happen. Holding the fluffy white and red cat to yourself as he meows plaintively, you hurry out of Medbay and slide to a stop. Seeing Miko holding an enormous green ball of fur as Raf wrangles a skinny, yellow and black cat, Jack busy trying to coax a sleek pink and blue cat down. “They’re all cats,” Raf yells, looking horrified as Miko squeals and hugs Bulkhead, face pressed against his back. ‘I’m too sober for this,’ you mutter tiredly as Ratchet yowls and squirms.

• Waking up at the nonstop meowing, you sit up and stare at the cat. Cats. That’s a lot of cats. Your whole bedroom full of gray cats, all distressed and letting you hear about it. Had the Vehicons wrangled them for you? But why would they think you’d want a small army of stray cats? “Steve? Honey?” You call out and one of the cats jumps in your lap, butting you with its head and mewing. “Scoot,” you murmur, sliding the cat down and they’re all mewing, trying to climb in your lap and rubbing against you. At least they’re affectionate? Where had they found so many cats, though?

[cheschesterpossum]

Rodimus imagining the liaison's death for the 10th this week because human's lifespan are very short compared to cybertronian.

LL liaison y/n design 📣 📣 📣 📣

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

POV: You’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Bonus 👇:

Part 2

[rungssparemodelpieces]

Human, cheery: “Hello, Megatron!”

Megatron: “Hello, Human.”

Rodimus, watching at a distance with Ultra Magnus: “Oh, they fuckin’!

Ultra Magnus, confused: “What? They’re just saying hi to each other.”

Human: “How are you today?”

Megatron: “I’m doing well, how about you?”

Rodimus: “OH, they fuckin’! Look at them sparks!”

Ultra Magnus, even more confused: “They’re just talking to each other.”

Human: “Megatron, there is no one I trust more than you.”

Megatron: “I’m glad to hear to it, Human. You’re a very important person to me.”

Magnus, finally realizing: “Oh, they fuckin’!”

Rodimus, going up in flames of excitement: “OH, THEY FUCKIN’!”

[l3ibnest]

sadness of an employee

and you just want to go home

[transformers-spike]

Starscream wouldnt be a movie buff like KO but he is similarily worried for his human after seeing any horror movie. Autobot humans stuck in their bots cab, ha, Starscream wont let you TOUCH a car ever again bot when they are death traps

You are staying inside of his cockpit when he's outside - and in his servos when he's on the Nemesis (if not his fucking habsuite)

He claims he's not paranoid or overprotective - he's just trying to keep his human SAFE when they're so ridiculously fragile

[bizarre-disjointed]

hear me out on this chat

[earthsparked]

I have a fun idea for the Lost Light coterie. A human got scared by a unfriendly/threatening bot, but instead of just avoiding the bot, they give them peace offering. It was; in fact, a handmade plushie of the bot. Well...Word got around, and now there is a competition on who can get the most plushies. Primus help them if they spot their human cuddling a plushie of them.

As Jenny Nicholson once said, I am all about a plushie-based economy 👏

[skeletons-can-draw-too]

I find it funny imagining that you finally get to be intimate with a transformer only for them to pull out a usb cable 😭

[3ic95id864pg]

Thundercracker [Twitter:@percivore]

[revelboo]

Could we get a reunion scenario with ES Soundwave, where he’s unusually gentle/affectionate? Also wondering how he’d react to his human kissing his spike maybe 👀

Hope you have a great day!

Sure! 🔞 Mass displaced mech 🌶️

Reunion

ES Soundwave x Reader

• Servos slide against your cheek, wiping away the wetness as he growls softly. And you can’t stop trembling. Can’t stop replaying the fear. Or the relief you’d felt when you’d heard the sound of rending metal, blinking up at his silhouette as he’d reached in to lift you free of the van. Pressing you against his chassis and you hadn’t dared look at the destruction he’d wrought. You’d heard the gun fire and yelling, heard the concussive blast of his counterattack making your eardrums pop so hard you’d nearly thrown up.

• Servos sliding to cup the back of your head, his other arm curls around you. Off balance with your fear, because he’s the only one allowed to intimidate you. Scare you. Mass displaced, he holds you against his frame feeling the frantic tattoo of your heart. Can’t hear the cassettes in the room beyond settling in to their new home, but he knows they’re as upset about what happened as he is. So furious that they’d invaded his home, taken you. That they’d dared.

• Hearing him growl as his masked cheek brushes against you, the low sound rumbles through you. And a part of you wonders about those people who’d stormed into his home and snatched you. Trying to figure out why they’d taken you. If maybe it had been a rescue attempt even though they hadn’t asked if you’d wanted to be rescued. His palm flattens against your belly before sliding up, pushing up the bottom of your shirt as he vents. Making you realize he can smell those people on you where they’d handled you, dragged you out.

• “Are you hurt?” He asks, voice rough as his hands slide under your coverings, tracing over soft skin. Reassuring himself that you’re okay. Doesn’t know what Ghost wanted with you, but they paid for daring to touch you. And you just shake your head in answer as he strips you, palms running over you.

• You don’t know what to do with him like this, asking if you’re hurt. Caring about you. Those big, rough hands gentle as he lays you back on his berth. Maybe it’s as simple as the fact that they’d taken something he considered his. You. But it’s almost like he was worried about you, like he cares and that’s somehow frightening, because emotions were never part of this. But as his mask retracts and his scarred lips brush your throat, something’s definitely shifted. You’d been so relieved to see him, that he’d bothered to come for you when you’d been sure he wouldn’t.

• You shift restlessly against him as he releases his spike against your belly. Soft hands clinging to him and he can still taste the acrid bite of your fear on you it’s so strong and it’s making it hard to keep in control. His mouth brushing against your skin, your mouth on him in turn. Touching and tasting without any real urgency. Growling when you slide down and your mouth brushes his spike, pressing a kiss against him to make him shudder. And he’s dragging you back up to him, rolling onto his side as you hook a thigh over his hip. Finding you and pressing deep as you gasp.

• This isn’t how the two of you have sex, it’s always rough and urgent. You fuck. Nothing like the unhurried flex of his hips or the way he’s cupping the back of your head as his chin brushes your temple. Growls and your soft moans, the sound of his venting and your hitching gasps as you move against each other. You don’t know what to do with this and it prickles through you to leave you uncomfortably vulnerable. Too intimate and real for you to deal with until your eyes are burning.

• Rolling you under him, his hips pump, spike driving deep into your familiar heat. And you won’t meet his stare, eyes avoiding him as he claims you, replacing the scent on you with his. Had you wanted to be taken from him? Rescued? Trying to not think of the dread and fury that had twisted through him when he’d found you gone, immediately thinking you’d run again after he’d started giving you more freedom. That you’d abandoned him. Then scenting strangers in his home, knowing someone took you from him. Thrusting faster, hips snapping against you, he feels you squirm under him, whimpering his name. And he’s shuddering, almost overloading as he bucks against you until you finally come apart and he chases after you, filling you with a small. The unexpected urge to bond you lifting through him as his hips flex against you in hard thrusts. To claim you as only his.

Got the boy and he is smarter than I’d thought. He’s also somehow stronger and faster than Drift when I compared their stats

[izsheum]

GOD IM DERANGEDDDDDDDD

thank you ann for showing me the guy who didnt like musicals…ratchet is now The Strange Biology Professor in my head.

sighs dreamily i wish he’d sing and dance to me while i was strapped to a chair and forced to watch

[michaela-o]

I bet my fav pair of pants he would make a tiktok account and post his human on it :"D

( the human is nervous🥹 )

[dragons-and-dwarves-are-nice]

Part 2 of when you’re a British tourist that got lost in the Nevada desert

Part 1

Continue under the cut 👇👇

I gave up shading this part 😭😭

Apologies for the inconsistent comic style idk wtf I'm doing