#Transformers x reader

[obscure-imaginations]

Decepticons as cats. SFW, under the cut for space.

Megatron: Longhair gray maine coon who demands grooming. Too proud to let you cuddle him... most times. Will dig at the food container when hungry. You get him a grand cathouse- and he chooses to sleep in a box too small for him. Only enjoys catnip toys. Always tries to fight stray cats through the glass doors.

Starscream: Orange and white jerk cat who pushes stuff off of shelves, tables, etc when you don't pay attention to him. Zoomies come accompanied with loud and long yowling. Has to occasionally have a cone because he overgrooms due to stress... will bite in protest. Demands attention then suddenly wants to play. Isn't neutered.

Dialogue courtesy of @starscrumpt : "If you do not pick me up and cuddle me within thirty seconds, I will push this mug off this table and it will shatter upon impact! I know this is your favorite mug, and you'll never be able to use it again!!"

Soundwave: Tuxedo who's mostly quiet. You think he's a boy until he suddenly has kittens, then you accept him as a trans boy who now has a bunch of sons- how are the kittens so chaotic when their father is so calm? He will steal things to give to the kittens. Sleeps next to your pillow with one eye on the kits. Always brings the babies to you when busy. Likes watching ASMR videos with you.

Blitzwing: Bengal cat who goes from 0 to 100 in a split second. Sleeping one second, zoomies in the next. Sleeps on your face whenever possible. Goes insane for canned food. Will fight you for butter. Likes water. Demands to drink your cereal milk. Cuddles then sudden attack!! Loafs and stares at the ghosts in every room- growls when you try to stop him. Collects socks.

Shockwave: Sphynx. Spends most of his time on a cat shelf, judging everyone. Stares out the window, planning demise for the birds and squirrels. Chronically tries to escape to the great outdoors... but freezes in the backyard (easy to grab him and drag him back indoors). Tends to try to jump on things but fails and lands facefirst on the floor.

Lugnut: Huuuuuge gray cat. Likes to watch the TV. Always guilty when he gets in trouble. Loud meows. Gets his head stuck in things all the time. Cat no like banana. Scared of the printer. Tries to groom Megatron but Megatron bites him :(

Blackarachnia: The spider that Shockwave brought in after an escape attempt. Blitzwing plays with her until Soundwave's kittens eat her. [Sorry if you're a Blackarachnia fan. I do not like her, for her actions against my boi Blitzwing. There is a bias here]

#transformers #tfa #tfp #megatron #tf megatron #starscream #tf starscream #soundwave #tf soundwave #blitzwing #tf blitzwing #tfa blitzwing #shockwave #tf shockwave #tfa lugnut #lugnut #tf lugnut #blackarachnia #tf blackarachnia #tfa blackarachnia #headcanons #transformers x reader

[in1-nutshell]

Human Buddy the 5 year old and Sunstreaker being their new guardian

SFW, Platonic, Familial, Slight Angst, Human reader

IDW

Sunstreaker had known Buddy since they were a baby.

Sideswipe and he were good friends with Buddy’s parents, who worked with the Autobots.

How did they all became friends? They don’t even know.

It was just decided that they were going to be friends one day and no one objected to it.

Buddy’s parents showed him Buddy first since Sideswipe was out on patrol when they came in with the baby.

“Sunny! You’re back!”--Sideswipe

Sunstreaker transforming and stretching one of his arms.

“Yeah I’m back.”--Sunstreaker

Sunstreaker looks at Sideswipe holding something in his servos.

“What you got there?”--Sunstreaker

“Remember the baby?”--Sideswipe

“Yeah? Weren’t they due…”--Sunstreaker

Sunstreakers optics widen.

“No… Sides that not…”--Sunstreaker

Sideswipe just smiles and shows his twin the tiny baby.

Sunstreaker looks at the tiny organic.

“They’re so small…”--Sunstreaker

One of the parents comes to the two.

“I see you’ve met the baby Sunny. You want to hold’em?”—Parent 1

Sunstreaker is about to say ‘no’, but Sideswipe already places the tiny being in his twin’s servo.

Sunstreaker freezes looking at the baby.

He raises one of his digits and raises it above the organic.

The baby, with a tiny bit of drool on their chin, raises their hands to the digit.

They giggle a bit patting it.

“…As long as they don’t ruin my paintjob, I guess the kid’s fine.”--Sunstreaker

“Sure Sunny, sure.”—Sideswipe

Sunstreaker sends him a look before looking back down at the new parent.

“Where’s—”--Sunstreaker

“They’re at home resting. Buddy was quite the fussy kid.”—Parent 1

“Buddy?”—Sideswipe and Sunstreaker

“That’s their name.”--Parent

Sunny loves the baby so much.

Not that he would ever say it out loud.

So does Sideswipe, but he is a bit rougher in dealing with the baby.

Meaning until Buddy gets a bit older, Sunstreaker is the one who carries Buddy, or it has to be under his supervision.

Sunstreaker claims a lot of the time to not care too much about Buddy.

That car seat and booster seat says otherwise.

“Are you sure that the car seat is strapped in correctly Verity? I swear it’s still loose.”--Sunstreaker

Verity annoyingly tugs the seatbelt harder.

“Hey!”--Sunstreaker

“It’s strapped in Sunstreaker. Nothing’s going to move it.”--Verity

“It better not.”--Sunstreaker

“Aww, Sunny you do care!”--Sideswipe

“I just don’t want the kid to smear their insides in me.”--Sunstreaker

Sideswipe and Verity having a flashback to Buddy fingerpainting on Sunstreakers pede and him encouraging their work.

“Sure Sunny, keep telling yourself that.”--Verity

Buddy’s parents started getting on more patrol together.

Which means babysitting.

Of course, there’s other reliable bots around the base who would love to babysit Buddy.

But if Sunstreaker is around, Buddy wants to be around him.

Does this strike up his ego?

Of course it does.

But he loves Buddy so there isn’t much complaint.

As they get older Sunstreaker sometimes takes them out of the base for a little drive around the neighborhood.

Sideswipe tried one time to sneak Buddy off into a drag race.

One time.

When Sunstreaker found out, there was just a yellow blur seen leaving the Ark.

Sideswipe racing with the other contenders.

“Buddy! We’re almost to the finish line! Can you see it? Can—”--Sideswipe

“SIDESWIPE!”--Sunstreaker

Sideswipe looks at one of his mirrors seeing a familiar yellow Lambo coming his tailpipe.

“SIDESWIPE I KNOW YOU CAN HEAR ME! PULL OVER!”--Sunstreaker

“NEVER!”--Sideswipe

Ironically, Sunstreaker won that race, but he didn’t notice being too busy hunting down Sideswipe.

Miraculously, Buddy was asleep the entire time.

Buddy’s parents soon start going on more and more ‘missions’, leaving Buddy alone with the bots.

As much as Sunstreaker loves babysitting Buddy, he does make a point with Buddy’s parents about being more present in Buddy’s life.

They simply brush the comments off.

Sunstreaker doesn’t like it.

Soon Buddy being in the base suddenly becomes a regular appearance.

Even if Sunstreaker or Sideswipe were out on a mission Buddy would still be let in the base.

The first time no one was let known that Buddy was going to be at the base, they just wandered around.

Sunstreaker nearly had a spark attack seeing Buddy on Teletran Ones desk looking downward.

His paint job was scratched that day.

Sideswipe is very concerned and angry too.

Shouldn’t Buddy’s parents be with them?

Sunstreaker and Sideswipe marching up to the human couple with Buddy by their pedes.

“Aren’t you two forgetting something?”--Sunstreaker

The pair look at each other.

“… I think we forgot to get the yogurt from the store—”—Parent 1

“Your kid! You forgot your kid!”--Sideswipe

“No one knew Buddy was in the base! They could have gotten seriously hurt if we didn’t come in.”--Sunstreaker

One of the parent’s huffs and waves their hand in dismissal.

“They’re in one of the safest places in the world. They’re fine.”—Parent 2

“And they’re FIVE! They need their parents around more.”--Sideswipe

“Again, with this? Look Sides, they’re still breathing and not bleeding, completely fine. And there is always someone on base, so they are never really alone.”—Parent 1

“But—”--Sunstreaker

“Hey, Buddy isn’t your kid Sunstreaker, so stay out of it. We are their parents, what we say goes. Your opinion doesn’t matter.”—Parent 2

Sunstreaker clenches his servos to his side but keeps quiet.

“Now, it’s date night and we have a reservation we need to get to. Buddy’s overnight bag is in the main room.”—Parent 2

“Wait, this isn’t over—”--Sideswipe

“Can’t wait gotta go, thank Sides! Thanks Sunny!”—Parent 1

The human pair races out the Ark in their car, leaving the Lambo Twins with Buddy in their car.

Buddy pats Sunstreaker’ digits.

“Sunny? Where are they going?”--Buddy

Sunstreaker glared at the direction of the couple before softening his gaze as he looked down at the child.

He reaches down and scoops them up.

“Lets just get you too bed Buddy.”--Sunstreaker

They pout a bit.

“I’m not tired.”--Buddy

“Sorry kiddo, it’s bedtime. Don’t you want to see the new room Wheeljack made for you?”—Sideswipe

“… Okay!”--Buddy

Sunstreaker feels his energon boiling.

After Buddy parents bring them back home, the five-year-old is absent from the base.

As much as it feels good for Sunstreaker to get his point across, he misses Buddy being around the base.

Two more weeks pass, while on patrol when he gets a message from Sideswipe about coming back to the base.

“Sunny! You need to come back to base now!”--Sideswipe

“Now? I am literally across the city.”--Sunstreaker

“Don’t care. Come to the med bay now.”--Sideswipe

“Med bay? What is it that I need to come back so quick—"--Sunstreaker

“It’s Buddy.”--Sideswipe

“… I’m on my way.”--Sunstreaker

Sunstreaker is lucky that there were no cops or cameras on the roads he was using.

He is rushing into the base scanning for Buddy in their usual spots.

Reaching the med bay and is greeted with the sight of Buddy playing patting cake on Sideswipes chassis.

Also, by the number of Auotbots in the room.

Optimus, Prowl, Bumblebee, Ironhide and Ratchet are present.

 Sunstreaker gently picks Buddy up.

Buddy is just happy to see all their friends in one room, unaware of the danger they were just in a couple of hours ago.

“What happened?”--Sunstreaker

Prowl steps forward.

“I was out on one of my patrol routes when I saw Buddy on one of the park benches near an intersection.”--Prowl

“Now? At this time? But its almost midnight!”--Sunstreaker

“Hush!”--Ratchet

“As I was saying, I saw a suspicious looking van nearby and took them inside and drove off.”—Prowl

All the bots in the room tensed.

“A van?”--Ironhide

“Oh yeah! There was a big white van! I kind of got scared seeing it, it smelled funny. But Prowl was there so I wasn’t scared anymore. And I saw a raccoon too! It was fluffy.”--Buddy

“I have already have a report on the van if you are wondering.”--Prowl

“I got drive thru on the way here!”—Buddy

Buddy pulls out a little yellow plastic car.

“Look Sunny! It looks like you!”--Buddy

Sunstreaker just looks down at the little kid smiling widely at him.

“Yes, Buddy that’s a nice car.”--Sunstreaker

He pulls Buddy a little closer to his chassis.

“Why were they out so late?”--Bumblebee

“From what they told me, their parents left them on the bench until they came back with the moving van, am I correct Buddy?”--Prowl

Buddy looks a bit sad at this.

“Yeah, they said they would come back. They promised!”—Buddy

Buddy looks at Optimus with slightly teary eyes.

“Optimus do you know where they are?”—Buddy

Optimus comes up to the child and softly pats their head.

“I’m sorry Buddy, I do not.”--Optimus

Buddy looks down a bit.

“Do you remember at what time they dropped you off at that bench Buddy?”--Optimus

“Hmmm… I think it was lunch time. That’s why I was so hungry when we got the food.” --Buddy

Everyone is furious at the news.

Sunstreaker wants blood.

He doesn’t care if those guys were once his friends, he wants justice.

The bots end up keeping a closer optic on Buddy until they eventually fell asleep.

Ratchet takes them to their room on the Ark.

It was now time to talk about what to do with Buddy.

It was clear that their parents had deliberately abandoned them.

“I remember hearing about the adoption system—”--Prowl

“No.”--Sunstreaker

Everyone looks at Sunstreaker.

Prowl raises an optic.

“No? And what do you suggest then? You adopt Buddy?”--Prowl

“…”--Sunstreaker

“Oh Primus your serious.”--Prowl

“Sunny—”--Sideswipe

“I want to, that if the system can even allow it. Let’s faces it, I’ve been more of a parent than they have ever been.”--Sunstreaker

Prime places a servo on Sunstreaker’s shoulder.

“Maybe Verity can look at that.”--Optimus

“Really?”--Sunstreaker

“Really?”--Prowl

“Yes, that if Sunstreaker understands the weight of taking Buddy in and raising them. Then I see why not.”--Optimus

Sunstreaker firmly nods with determination.

“I do.”--Sunstreaker

“Well, if Sunny thinks he can, I’m behind him. Anyways someones gotta look after the two of them.”—Sideswipe

“And someones gotta look after you guys too! I’m in too!”—Bumblebee

Ironhide places a servo on Sunstreaker’s shoulder.

“We’re all behind ya Sunstreaker. You won’t have to raise them all by yourself.”—Ironhide

Sunstreaker smiles at this.

“Well you can all save your voice box with Verity.”--Prowl

Prowl opens one of his subspaces with a data pad.

A data pad with the digital version of adoption papers.

“Prowl? How…”--Bumblebee

Ironhide chuckles.

“Why was that in your subspace?”--Sunstreaker

“Something that you don’t need to know.”--Prowl

#transformers x reader #maccadam #human buddy #idw transformers #tf sunstreaker #tf sunstreaker x platonic reader

[mskenway97]

💝Optimus!!

His love language, I see it more in quality of time. We all know him as always busy, always with tasks. But a moment comes along y/n to take him out of that stress even if it costs him. Take a drive, talking about things that have nothing to do with war. Or just being in his room while y/n is between his chassis or his lap while he caresses you in his digit. And when he needs y/n the most, hold it in his arms with care like a delicate flower.

#sam talks #optimus prime #transformers #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #maccadam #maccadams #transformers x human #robot x human #thanks for the ask ikko! #♥️♥️♥️♥️

[ikkosu]

miniformer prowl drabble. had like this idea on a whim where you're a detective and prowl's your little help buddy.

"Oh? You found something, Prowl?" You felt a tug on your pants.

A swift tap to the spacebar halted the video. You were analyzing a footage sent in by your supervisor. A mysterious break in by a utility warehouse storing...metal. Pipes, pillars, beams. All that.

It wasn't particularly a bad situation. Nothing out of the ordinary had been stolen, except for fractured glass from where the perpetrator had got in. But the security was something of a problem. Especially, when said security bordered on, at least, five advanced locks with handprints and everything.

Its been a pretty long day and you wanted to get this over and quick but, looking down, at the sight of the scowling cop-bot and his bitty servos outstretched for upsies — that analysis can wait.

"Something wrong prowl?" You don't hoist him up.

Not yet. Not when it's so easy to rile up the cute little thing. The frown deepens, almost into a pout, and he breedles — probably cursing you out as he attempts to climb up the fabric of your pants.

"Alright," You laugh, "Come on. Don't be so sulky, now."

You gently curl your hands around the miniformer, watching his doorwings, and hauled him onto your desk,where, he's just as tall as the screen of your laptop. He swivels around and faces you. Lets out a huff and crosses his arms.

"I didn't bring you up all the way here just so you can huff at me, mister." You nudged his cheek, which he tried pawing away at your index.

He lets out a haughty breedle, somewhere close to the vowels of your language, and somewhere along the lines of 'no touch'.

"Didn't you want an upsie?"

'No', was his static warble. 'No touch'. He repeated.

Your palms lift up placatingly. "No touch," You nodded and his doorwings piked up, along with a small small, which he turned away to hide. Prowl pointed at the footage with a trill.

"Ah, I see. You've got suggestions..."

And, he's bound to be right.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #transformers idw #idw prowl #prowl x reader #miniformer prowl #miniformer au

[tinydefector]

hello, can you do, Yandere Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Yandere Tailgate, where the three are conjux endura, and Cyclonus and Tailgate try to get the reader pregnant, Kink breeding

Sparking grounds

Cyclonus x Cybertronian reader x Tailgate

Work count: 1.2k

Warnings: smut, hand jobs, breeding kink, possessive partners

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Soft optics linger on both Tailgate and Cyclonus as the Two Bots block the door. "Hello, sweetsparks, what are you both up to?" They ask while subtly while trying to sneak past them. Red optics narrowed dangerously upon their form. Cyclonus growled low as Tailgate paced the threshold of the room, his own optics lingering on their Conjunx. 

When they try to make a bolt for the door, Cyclonus is the one to grab them by the waist lifting and spinning them to face Tailgate "Escaping our chambers after repeated warnings was poor judgement, Conjunx." Cyclonus grumbles against the back of their helm. He massagea the cabling and joints between their  plating with gentle digits. "You know you shouldn't be up yet," he whispers.

 Tailgate chirped in agreement, servos moving to grip their hip plating as he pressed up against them, pinning the bot between the Seeker and Minibot. "We only you at your best, sweetspark! Your well-being is very important. Carrying will tax your frame, so you must rest. " His visor brightened beseechingly above his faceplate. 

Both bots' servos greedily press against their carrier chamber, pushing and pulling against the framework of their body, earning small whines from them. Cyclonus loomed over their pliant form, scarlet optics afire. "You will return to berth now," he commanded, field surrounding them. Tailgate twittered anxiously as he massaged their frame. "Please, sweetspark. We can have you straining yourself." His field meshed protectively with Cyclonus."The Decepticon rumbled in approval, brushing kisses upon their supple lip plating as he tilted their helm back to meet him. "We can't have you wandering while we wait for your chamber to take." He purrs against their lips. 

They nearly moan out as Tailgate begins grinding against their interface panel. "Boys, as much as I'd love to stay in berth all day, I need to fuel, I also need to stretch, i cant stay in berth all day for days on end" they whine while pressing a soft kiss to Tailgate's helm. They nearly squeal when Cyclonus grabs them. A whine leaves them as Cyclonus nips at their neck cabling. The two mech move to place their Conjunx on the berth. They giggle as the two bots press against their body. A soft moan leaves their lips as Cyclonus and Tailgate lock them between theirs bodies. 

Interface panel snapping open for the two mechs leaking a mix of lubricant and a mix of transfluid from all three. Tailgate's digits delve in quickly running over the nodes of their valve and across their leaking spike. They arch into his touch as moans begin to fall from their lips. A deep Rumble leaves Cyclonus, low in approval, he nipped fierce affection upon supple cabling under plating, grinding his own interface panel against their form. His protocols shrieked triumph as they lay in submission between them. Tailgate nuzzling sweet nothings against feverish armour as his digits sink into the dripping heat of their valve.

 "There there, no more fretful wandering, sweetspark, let us fill you full again," he soothed, tracing delicate seams in soft promise of another session of breeding. Cyclonus rolled his prominent array flush to pulsing panels, talons holding them steady. "We shall fuel and exercise your frame together, as is proper as your Conjunx's," he vowed, thick cable pressurizing to blunt heat against weeping seals. Tailgate hums in agreement, spike surging thick readiness at the addictive scents of his aroused partners.

Cries leave them as bot mechs press their rigid lengths in. Tailgate kissed away the choked cries as the two thrust in slowly, locking their forms together. He peppers kisses across their form, worshipping every paint speck, dint and scratch across their frame. "Will make such a good carrier for us," he calls out. Deep whines leave them as they both sink into their valve, body clenching tightly around their spikes. Their own spike rubs against Tailgate's tanks with each deep thrust from their lover's. Their head leans back into Cyclonus' shoulder plating.

 A shuddering cry spilled from overwhelmed lips from the bot pinned helplessly between Tailgate and Cyclonus' relentless efforts. Cyclonus snarled fierce approval into heaving necklines, increasing merciless tempo, grinding deeply into their valve. His taloned hands massaged rapid nodes of their spike, smeering transfluid across Tailgate's midsection, twisting and tugging against their spike as Tailgate's digits work the nodes of thier valve, dancing across them and playing them like he is the only one who knows how to make them sing.Their twitching spikehead spurts bright pink fluid against clenched abdominal cables in sensual counterpoint swelling rapture beyond bearing. Their valve clenching desperately tried to milk them both for every drop as they rut into them.

"Overload for us, sweet carrier," Cyclonus commanded against kiss-bruised lips, surging rigid pistons to nestle against hidden nodes, their vision fading from pleasure as their visual system shuts down. Tailgate keened agreement, frame cantering needfully into them. "Our carrier, going to swell you with our sparkling, our  Conjunx," he moans out against their lipsWhen shattering ecstasy claimed them with sinful sob, the two mech drank in their shuttering form with violent greed, both picking up their pace, slamming into the bot pinned between them. More moans and whines fall from their lips as they arch into their lovers' touch. They cup Tailgate's helm kissing him deeply. They groan loudly as they grind back into Cyclonus. "Primus, please," they whine out loudly as the two mech continue rutting into them. " Cyclonus,  Tailgate, please." they cry out, face pressing into Tailgate's shoulder, their overload hits hard. 

Transfluid gushes from them as they continue to buck against both seeker and minibot. Cyclonus lets out a snarl as he snaps his hips a few more times before burning himself to the hilt. He eagerly overloads within them, painting their chamber with his release. Tailgate follows quickly, mumbling about how beautiful of a carrier their sweet Conjunx will be. The three bots lay together on the berth, venting heavily as they press closer together. Neither Cyclonus nor Tailgate pull away, keeping their lover plugged and full with their transfluid. "Don't move," Cyclonus growled against their audial processor.

Little whines leave them, but they settle against him as Tailgate peppers kisses across their face. "So good for us, Sweetspark, going to have you sparked soon enough" he coos. "You two aren't planning on letting out of berth, are you?" They whine loudly in playful annoyance. It earns another growl from Cyclonus and a small smack to their backside from Tailgate. "No moving, we have to make sure you're nice and full," he states. They sigh softly but snuggle into their Conjunx's recharge, slowly catching up to them after their third round of interfacing that cycle.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformer x Cybertronian reader #transformers idw #transformers lost light #valveplug #cyclonus x reader #cyclonus idw #mtmte cyclonus #transformers cyclonus #cyclonus #tailgate #tailgate transformers #mtmte tailgate #idw tailgate #mtmte transformers #mtmte #tf mtmte #transformers mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw

[delectableworm]

Ultra Magnus x human gn! reader I think. Idk, based on a sound from Tiktok. Just Roddy thought all humans can do back flips from a skyscraper and yells "Parkour!"

"Rodimus, have you seen the liaison?"

Magnus walks into the room while looking at his data pad. He was waiting for you to stop by his office as he wanted to discuss a report you sent a day ago about some issues going on down in the engine room and possibly spend time with you after but you haven't shown up for two hours. When he received no response from the captain, he looked up and saw Rodimus standing on the desk and the liaison on the top shelf looking scared for life.

"What are you doing?!"

Magnus's thundered voice shook the whole room, and caught Rodimus's attention, making him fall back and hit the metal floor with a pained grunt. "Uhh, nothing?" He tried to play it off.

"Nothing?" Magnus squawked, pointing at you who was on the shelf holding onto whatever was close for dear life. "Then explain why's the liaison is on the top shelf?"

"I just want to see if they can-"

"They cannot!"

A cry snapped the two out and looked towards you. "Just get me down from here!" You were on the verge of breaking down.

Magnus sighed, "Just stop putting them up there." He said sternly and walked towards the shelf to get their liaison down.

This was the fifth time Rodimus had done this. He said it was to see if you could jump from the shelf and to his shoulder plating like a sugar glider you showed him a while ago. The fact you had already told him you were not a sugar glider and you could not glide but Rodimus being Rodimus brushed it off and said, and I quote, "You can still jump like you humans called 'par-kour'."

Never in your life, have you wished to be a cybertronian just to throttle his neck cables.

"What if one day they fell off and received an injury? Break a leg or get a concussion? Do you know how dangerous that would be? Just because the medics are experienced, that doesn't mean we could risk the only organic being on our ship getting hurt. If not hurt then worse, that'll be paperwork for us to answer for the humans."

"I thought you liked paperwork..."

"What was that?"

"Nothing!"

"We should keep them safe. Not playing around. What would that view us Cybertronian to the humans? This whole liaison system would be unnecessary." And there goes Magnus with his lecturing. He had removed you from the shelf and held you near his chassis as Rodimus received the scolding of his lifetime.

You would feel bad for him. Keyword, 'would'. But you know it's for the best. If you can't get him to listen to you, then he would listen to Magnus. If that doesn't work too, then you'll just have to wait till you actually get hurt from his joy rides.

#ultra magnus x reader #mtmte #maccadam #ultra magnus #Rodimus #transformers x reader #the last part is interesting... #hmm hehehe

[crying-fantasies]

@ikkosu @lovenotcomputed @witchofthesouls @wifetomegatron @pinkanonwrites

Reader: (Returning back home after a space adventure with a cybertronian) This is my special other!

Family: (what they see)

It's just so funny to me the reaction of the family to see their kid with a literal alien thousands of times older but also kind of acting like a teenager, the human being the most responsible of the two (if they aren't more because cybertronians have a whole different thing going on in some cases) and that's saying a lot.

#reader insert #x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers idw #transformers x human reader

[ithecrystaldragonheart]

Transformers Prime Incorrect Quote

Optimus:And this is our medic, Ratchet.

MC:...

MC, with their whole chest:UPGRADES PEOPLE, UPGRADES!

Ratchet:???

Rafael, the only other person who's watched the movie:*Trying and failing to keep upright, he's laughing so hard*

#just randomly came to me when i realised the two characters have the same name #ratchet would be so indignant if he was forced to watch Robots and not just about the goofy villain that acts way too much like starscream #just imagine him ranting about the inaccuracies about the movie's robot world and how it's nothing like cybertron #team prime now memes the hell out of the movie #transformers prime #transformers #ratchet x reader #transformers x reader #rafael esquivel #transformers incorrect quotes #transformers prime incorrect quotes

[pinkanonwrites]

"Oh! That's What That Does?!"

All art by @archie-sunshine

G1 Rumble/ Mechanic Reader - 2400+ Words NSFW, Valveplug, Plug 'N Play, Mild Sparkplay, Accidental Stimulation, Edging, Human Reader, GN Pronouns

Ahh, the inherent eroticism of repairing your machine.~ I've had this one cooking for a while, so I hope you all enjoy! I've also gotten pretty attached to this mechanic Reader, so they'll likely pop up again with other cassettes (and maybe even some other Decepticons!)

NSFW WRITING AND IMAGERY BELOW THE CUT!

“Ey… EY! Careful wit’ dat! It’s touchy!”

“Rumble,” You groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. “You're making this way more difficult than it needs to be.”

“I wouldn't be complainin’ if you'd stop touchin’ all up on bits that don't gotta be touched! Rootin’ around in there like I'm one’a your crappy organic machines!”

Removing your hands from Rumble’s open chest, you tossed them roughly into the air. “Y'know what? Fine. Do it yourself. Better yet, get Frenzy to pull the shrapnel out of your chest. That'll go great.”

You would have slid off of Rumble’s lap and stormed off, if not for his massive servos closing around your wrists with an unexpected delicacy. Your efforts to remove your hands only reinforced his grip, using just enough force to keep you from leaving without crushing your wrists entirely.

“H-Hey, no need ta be so hasty! Look, I’m just steamed cause'a the battle, dat’s all. Frenz’ can't do dis, it's gotta be someone more… dainty. Y’know. Little human hands and all dat.” The harsh glow of his visor had dulled slightly as his gaze cast down to your hands. You rolled your eyes, wrists finally slipping from his grip as you settled back in. 

Dangling wires and sparking shrapnel dotted his open chest cavity, illuminated by the light of his spark chamber. Rumble had staggered off-balance into your workshop whining about the prodding pieces of broken metal keeping him from transforming properly, yet you’d barely managed to get two wires back in place before he started squirming and whingeing and slinging verbal abuse at you.

 Not that you weren't used to it, any interactions with Rumble and Frenzy usually involved some level of bullying. Fortunately, the two cassettes are also incredibly predictable. As soon as you would threaten to take away or withhold what they're asking for, they’d start falling all over themselves with apologies and placations. After all, you may not have been the only mechanic in the area, but you were certainly their favorite.

“Are you going to actually let me work? Or are you going to start yelling at me again?”

“Yellin’? Who's yellin’? Yer the mechanic here, my spark is in your squishy little hands. Do your magic, doc.” He sat back again, servos clutching the edges of your workbench in a show of effort, a genuine attempt to keep them still (or however genuine any show of rule-following from Rumble could be.)

“That's what I thought. Now let me actually fix a few things before you start whining again.” Your gloved hands dipped back into his chest cavity, skirting the edges of his spark chamber to pick away at the bits of loose shrapnel stuck in some of the wires. His frame shuddered, a hiss of steam escaping through his dentae as your knuckles brushed the underside of the spark casing.

“C-Careful,” He said again, with significantly less bite to his tone.

“Does it hurt?”

“Somethin’ like dat.”

“I'll be careful, so let me know if it gets to be too much.” You smoothed a palm down the armor covering his stomach, flinching back when you heard another sharp hiss of steam.

“I’m fine! It's fine! Just… do ya gotta be all on top’a me like dis?”

“I can't reach properly if you're laying down. If you're standing you might keel over on me, and I really don't feel like being squished to death today.” He let out a low grumble as you jacked another cable back into its proper port. “I'll try to be quick, that way you won't have to worry about my ‘human germs’ and you can get outta here. Deal?”

“Yeah, yeah. Just-”

“Be careful. I know.”

And with that you went to work, separating and organizing cables, taping off leaky tubing and removing pieces of scrap metal as gently as you could. Every once in a while Rumble would jerk or twitch beneath your touch, letting out a muffled curse or huff but sparing you from his usual complaints. It was… uncharacteristically quiet, for sure. This was the most extensive repair you'd ever done on him, though, so maybe he was just having surgery jitters.

“Okay, I've gotten most of the shrapnel out. But there's a piece right behind your spark casing.”

“Well? Get it outta there!”

“I'm going to, but I need to get my whole hand in there. I'm warning you now because it's going to be bumping up against your spark casing a lot. I'm going to do my best but you have to tell me if it hurts too much.”

Rumble let out a long, pathetic groan. “Actually doc, maybe you can just leave dat one in there? F-For funsies?”

“Eh?! Rumble, I’m not gonna just ‘leave it in there’! It's gotta come out.”

“Something's gonna come out if you keep proddin’ around in there like dat…”

“What was that?”

“Gh! Nothin’! Don't worry ‘bout it!”

“...Okay. I’m gonna start now. Are you ready?” Rumble only responded with gritted dentae and a tense nod. Working your gloved hand under his spark chamber, you could feel the ambient energy making the hairs on your arm stand on end as you felt for the jagged edge of broken metal. Your glove blocked your view entirely, so you were left blindly groping your way up the metal surface, feeling for anything bent or out of place. When your fingers could no longer reach any further while still avoiding the casing, you slid forward and ducked slightly into Rumble’s open chest, the back of your hand pressing up against the underside of his spark chamber.

CLANG!

You jumped, and if it weren't for Rumble’s arm wrapping around you and almost crushing you into his open chest you may have jostled the sensitive chamber even further. You slid your hand back again, easing off of the reinforced glass, and his grip receded.

“What the hell was that? And what was that clang?”

“I said don't worry ‘bout it!” He hissed, voice glitchy with static. “Everythin’s totally normal, I dunno why you're getting all jumpy ‘bout- MMNGH?!” You moved your hand up again into the same position, and Rumble let out an embarrassingly high whimper. You glanced up at his face, a flush of pink behind the usual grey and beading with coolant… and something clicked.

“Oh my God are you getting off on this?”

“N-No!”

Behind you you heard a sharp snikt, and the sound of pressurizing hydraulics.

“...Maybe?”

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

“H-Hey, don't go gettin’ a big head or nothin’! A bot’s spark chamber is sensitive! Don't go thinkin’ this is cause of your squishy frame or your soft little digits or nothin’!” He seemed to almost shrink in on himself, face plate practically glowing as his shoulders pulled up around his helm. You'd never say it to his face, but he looked surprisingly… small, at this moment. You heaved an exhausted sigh.

“Okay. Okay. I'm going to get this last piece out, alright? It's the last one. And whatever happens while I'm doing that..? It just happens. We won't bring it up again, no need to be embarrassed. Deal?”

“‘Deal?!?’” He squawked, positively scandalized. “How do I know yer not gonna gossip with Frenz’ the next time he's in for a tune-up?”

“Well Frenzy usually never lets me get a word in edgewise, first of all.” You huffed. This was way more than you'd signed up for. “I'm not going to make fun of you, Rumble. Let’s just get you patched up, then you can head home. Okay?”

His mouth was pulled into a tight, wobbly frown as he glanced down at you, choking out a single word. “...Promise?”

“I promise.”

“...Slag. alright, let's get dis over with.” He lolled his head back against the table with a clank, resigning himself to his fate. This time, when your knuckles brushed his spark casing, he couldn’t stifle his soft moan. Your fingers felt further and further up, until almost your entire hand was behind the glass bubble containing his pulsing spark. Finally, you could feel the jagged piece of metal. You wrapped your fingers around it and gave it an experimental tug. It stuck fast, and your hand bumping against Rumble's spark only pulled another surprised moan from him.

“W-Watch it!” He yelped, sounding too fucked-out to come across as actually threatening.

“It's really stuck in there. I'm going to start working it out, so let me know if you need me to stop.”

“Wh… workin’ it out? Whadda ya- ohhh…~” 

With your thumb and forefinger gripping the edge of the broken metal, you began to wiggle it gently back and forth to ease it from the plating and wires around it. Each time you moved the back of your hand rubbed up against the far side of his spark chamber, warmth radiating through your glove as Rumble started to vent more harshly.

“Slag… slag! Don't think it's ever been touched back there before. Feels… feels crazy.” He moaned. The metal of your work table shrieked and crumpled like cardboard under his iron grip, desperate to keep his servos off of himself or, Primus forbid, you. The piece stuck firm, and as you braced your other hand against the outside paneling of his chest to readjust your balance he let out a sharp, staticky yelp. “S-STOP!”

You froze immediately. “Are you okay? What's wrong?”

A few shuddering vents were your only response for a moment, Rumble’s visor lights flickering frantically as he tried to steady himself. “Whooo… Almost blew my top for a second there.”

“Seriously?”

“Hey! Yer the one that told me to tell ya if I need ya to stop! I'll be slagged to the Pit before I let some ‘squishy’ run my charge like dat.”

“...Can I start again? I’m making some progress here.”

“...Y-Yeah. Yeah. Yer good.”

You let out another soft sigh, trying to focus on the rhythmic sktch sktch sktch of metal on metal rather than Rumble’s shivering whines. His vocalizer pitched and warbled with static, attempts to stifle his own words slowly giving way to a deluge of fucked-out babbles.

“Ah! Gh! Ohh, mmnh, stupid little hands feelin’ all- nnh!~ Jus’ get it outta there! Please?”

I’m working on it. You’re doing good, just hang in there.” Your placations only resulted in another desperate moan. After what couldn’t have been more than another thirty seconds or so, he blurted out again.

“Ah! Stop!”

You retracted your hand for a moment, letting Rumble gasp for breath above you in a futile attempt to cool his core. You rubbed at his chest paneling as he shivered beneath you hard enough that you thought bolts were going to start coming undone. Even the paneling you were seated upon was burning up, heat seeping through the fabric of your coveralls. His glowing face plate was slick with coolant. Without thinking, you reached up and swept away a bead of it with your thumb, making him jump.

“H-Hey, quit dat…” He groaned, all bite lost from his tone.

“Rumble… The more you keep stopping me the longer this is going to take.”

“You think I don’t know dat?!” One of his arms draped dramatically over his face. “I’m tryin’! But you just keep pokin’ around in there and it’s all touchy and it’s makin’ me feel like my spike’s gonna burst and I can’t take it anymore!” He sniffled. Could Cybertronians even sniffle? You weren’t sure, but he sounded close to tears.

“Rumble… Have you ever actually edged yourself before?”

“Whu- Whuh? How’s dat any of yer business?”

“I’m just thinking…” You ran a placating hand down his shivering plating. “If you haven’t it can be really overwhelming, and-”

“I can handle it! I-I can!”

“Let me finish. It can be really overwhelming, and I don’t want you to hurt yourself further. Just… take a deep breath for me, okay?” You took a slow, steadying breath, and after a second he mimicked it. “Good. Just think about letting go, okay? I’m not going to judge you. Just think about it.”

He let out a low, pitying grumble, peeking at you from behind his arm plating. “...You can start again.”

Once again, your hands dipped into his chest cavity. Only this time you slid both hands up behind his spark casing, gripping as much of the broken metal as you could reach. As you rocked it back and forth Rumble’s moans returned with a fervor, one servo finally flying to cup your lower back.

“Ah! Ah! Slag, oh slag please! Please don’t stop I’m so fraggin’ close.” He fisted the back of your uniform, crumpling the cheap fabric between his digits. “C’mon, c’mon c’mon c’mon I need it!”

“Shh, I’ve got you baby. Just let it happen.���

With a metallic shriek and a gush of brackish oil the shrapnel popped free, the force enough to send you sprawling if not for Rumble’s servo in the small of your back. Of course, said unexpected force also slammed the backs of both your hands right into the underside of his spark chamber, and Rumble’s voice box screeched into a wail of radio static. Something hot and sticky splattered up the back of your coveralls; said something you decidedly were not going to look at until later. His frame rattled and shivered beneath you, steam venting and joints glitching and spark pulsating a near-blinding glow.  Finally, after a burst of noise and sparks and twitching, he went slack beneath you, helm clanking against the workbench as his optics flickered.

As delicately as you could, you removed the oil-slick shrapnel and let it clatter onto the floor before shedding your gloves and dabbing at his face plate with the cuff of your sleeve. With the whir of an old monitor blipping back to life, his visor blinked back up to its standard brightness.

“Whuh… Wheh?” He garbled.

“How you feeling, hun?”

“Like I got struck by lightnin’... but in like a nasty way.”

You choked back a snort. “Well, I’ve got all the worst of it over with. Feel free to rest for a while if you need it. I’m gonna go change my jumpsuit.” 

He let you slide off his lap without a fight, not even commenting until you’d turned around to make your way over to your office. Only then did he let out a low, salacious whistle when he’d finally caught sight of the back of your uniform.

“Comm me next time yer free, doc. Then I can repay da favor.”

#transformers #valveplug #transformers x reader #rumble #transformers rumble #rumble x reader #transformers imagines #g1 transformers #my writing #long post

[justanotherperson1]

My most recent chapt of my fic went up a couple weeks ago and @themaskismyface commented an idea that induced this bought of ‘no thoughts only draw’ lol.

Quoting from comment:

…I can imagine him (Megatron) struggling to understand all the online recipes and simply just kidnap Gordon Ramsay, either to teach him how to cook or to be a temporary chef in the Nemesis.

Ramsay's gonna be terrified for the first few hours but I imagine they'll end up in a screaming match over what and what not to put in your food…

#transformers #tfp transformers prime #tfp #transformers x reader #megatron x reader #thank you #i was possessed with a need to draw this #i have no explanation #scarlet ties #nothing like this remotely happened in the chapter #but wouldn’t that be a fun sidequest #tfp megatron #megatron

[in1-nutshell]

Nutshell summary on What if Maxima got the matrix and became a prime herself? :3

Oooohhhh!

This is good.

In a nutshell...

Most likely would depend on the scenario when she gets it. One more willing than the other, both drives by duty.

Scenario A: After Optimus gets amnesia and has to take on the mantle

At this point in time Maxima is sure that Optimus may or may not have made the ultimate sacrifice. She has to face the possibility while trying to keep the team a float.

Since the Matrix kind of has a mind of its own, I see it start floating around Maxima wanting to get in when it charges back up.

Of course Maxima isn't dumb and knows what will happen to her if she does take on the Matrix. She would practically be throwing away herself and be created into somebody else against her will.

... But her team, her family, needs a leader now in their darkest hour...

To add salt to the wound, she would say goodbye to everyone before opening her chassis and taking on the Matrix.

The Matrix does change her both physically and mentally, now more suited to be leader material. And adopting a new name.

Maximum Prime.

Maximum would take a lot from her father in leadership but there would be times when the old self would appear.

Scenario B: The base collapse

It would take place when the original base gets compromised and Optimus stays behind.

Instead of Smokescreen staying behind, it was Maxima.

Absolutely trying not to cry her optics out see him on the verge of offline.

Stunned when he does present her with the Matrix, borderline disgust.

Optimus was giving her the very thing that robbed her of the one bot that truly cared for and was giving it to her?!?!?

She was tempted to use the hammer and smash it.

...but her family and the fate of the world said otherwise, so she takes on the Matrix.

While the transformation begins, she would hug Optimus... No, now Orion's frame one last time sobbing her little spark out into the night. When she becomes a Prime, she'll use the hammer to bring him back.

#transformers x reader #maccadam #bot buddy #tfp #tfp x reader #Maxima needs a hug #nutshell summary

[mskenway97]

Well here I have another drabble in mind focusing a little on how Ih got there:

You couldn't complain about how you lived but on days when Orion and D 16 weren't around and you'd stare out the window you'd think about how you got there.

You were a scientist helping in maintenance, you had always been fascinated by space travel. You had put a lot of effort, days and nights studying for see more... Earth was not in its best situation due to pollution and destruction of land. They were desperate to find a solution before it became unsustainable.

To see what was beyond was your dream, to see the innovations but of course no one had ever gone further than a trip to Saturn and finding a compatible world was also complicated. There were ways to survive thanks to the new spacesuits that were like a second skin, batteries that would take years to break down. You specialized in those designs and configurations.

Until one day you approached one of the ships they were working with, they said it was able to go farther than expected...

Your curiosity got the better of you and you entered the ship, you were surprised by the lack of security. You didn't dare to touch anything out of the ordinary until you saw that the surroundings were closing and an alarm sounded and then everything went black.

By then you were already on their planet. You were still looking for explanations as to what happened when you fainted, were they looking for you? You asked yourself a lot of questions: was it a mistake, was it planned?

But you had to access the ship's computer which was fried but maybe you could reroute the power. Your thoughts were interrupted for a sound.

You heard the door to see D16 had arrived first, he didn't seem to be very happy. You moved from the table. You jumped and move your arms and hands , you caught his attention. His optics focused on you as he placed the servo on the table. You knew what it meant, so you went upstairs as you snuggled into his chest.

When he had days like this he liked to have you near his spark he wouldn't admit it but he liked to have you close as your hands gently touched him.

Your mind while I was between you had to know what happened and if someone was looking for you. But...

Did you want to get out of here? Leave them? Thinking about it only hurt your heart but you wished you could talk to them, know what they were doing outside.

You felt divided... They had kept you safe but you had to know what happened.

Your thoughts were interrupted as he nuzzled you. making you purr a little, embarrassing you on the other hand D16 I thought that sound you made was adorable.

You relaxed and let those thoughts drift away. Only one remained that they might not like your action.

You need to get back to your ship.

#sam writes #optimus prime #transformers #orion pax #transformers one #tf one #transformers x reader #transformers drabble #robot x human #maccadam #maccadams #first contact #first contact au #megatron #d 16

[ikkosu]

Ok but, imagine the reader getting sandwiched between Roddy and Drift ❤️

😭😭 oh my gosh Kjsjs YESS PLEASE ANON, oh to be smooshed between their chassis, their thighs, their warm protoform tummy aughh 😞🙏 I am frothing and foaming at the mouth like a barking dog

"Hey, don't go hoggin' the little guy, you've got your share!" Rodimus would whine if Drift got you a little to close to his chassis.

"We're literally sharing a berth, Rodimus." He'd huff back. "Turns aren't optional."

So the concession they make is plopping you between their warm bodies.

#ikkoasks #transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #drift x reader #rodimus x reader

[tinydefector]

Some more Senator Shockwave, Traxies and Tiny Doodles. Love my little family

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers x human #transformers idw #transformers lost light #senator shockwave #idw shockwave #shockwave transformers #shockwave #mtmte transformers #tf mtmte #shockwave mtmte #mtmte #mtf trans #transformers mtmte #idw transformers #tf idw #idw mtmte

[michaela-o]

First Contact brainrot😭❤️ ft. Rodimus since i see him very often in this au.

(another self-insert <3)

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #digital art #small artist #art #mtmte #transformers mtmte #rodimus #mtmte rodimus #yandere transformers #procreate app #tailgate #michaela o writings

[randofics]

Being able to reach where the bots can't

The men on base couldn't pull something out of Optimus's engine block. It was deep inside, wedged in the cables and framework. Without thinking, you offered to try removing it. They stepped aside, and you slipped underneath Optimus's bumper. The men watched incredulously as your body disappeared inside the engine space. You wriggled between the frame and the giant engine with a small light clenched in your teeth.

Your body pressed into the warm metal around you as you searched. When you spotted the offending piece of debris. You ever so gently twisted and coaxed it out of where it had been wedged. You felt him shake around you when it popped free. Dropping it to the concrete below with a clang, you wriggled your way out. Your clothes and hands had stripes of smudged grease and other remnants of vehicle fluids all over.

You popped your back after you slid out from under him and patted his hood. "Good to go, Optimus."

He'd never admit it, but having you pressed against the inside of his engine space felt... well, it made him feel things, to say the least. He thanked you, of course. It was the gentlemanly thing to do, but the thoughts running through his processor would've made him blush if he were able to.

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Crosshairs could feel that something was off as he moved. Almost like when humans get a stitch or muscle cramp. You noticed him moving to try and free whatever may be stuck or out of place. "Hey, Cross you, alright?" He looked up as he was feeling under his chest panels. "Something feels off, but I can't tell what or where it is."

"Can you transform? Maybe I can find it." He did as asked, transforming. "Where can you feel it in this form?"

"My engine space as far as I can tell." He pops his hood, and with a small flashlight, you look over parts of his engine block that are visible but can't see anything out of place. You lean over the side, looking between the frame and block. Something blue catches your eye, and you bend over, slipping your hand into the small gap. You feel Something wet and remove your arm to look at your fingers. Drops of blue enerjon color your skin and you hiss. "Looks like something cut one of your cables. Not all the way through, but you are leaking some enerjon. I can help stop the bleeding with some electrical tape if you want?"

"Please do. It can take a while for cables to seal on their own." You grabbed the electrical tape and practically climbed into his engine to reach the cable deep inside. Your chest and face were pressed into his engine so you could reach. As gently as you could, you wrapped up the leaking cable. Pushing up into a sitting position on your knees, you breathed a sigh of relief. "Just come get me when it feels like it's sealed up."

You closed his hood and walked back to do whatever you'd been doing beforehand. He watched your hips sway as you left. The feeling of your hands on his cables and block lingered long after you left, and he couldn't help the shiver that ran down his back strut.

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Bumblebee could've sworn he felt something in his undercarriage as he was driving with you to run an errand. When he ran over a bump, it stuck him like a thorn. He spoke his concerns over the radio, and you offered to take a look when you got back to base.

Later, you had him drive up onto a pair of car ramps. With his undercarriage exposed, you slid underneath him to search for anything that could be problematic. Nothing in his front half stuck out to you, so you slid further back, and almost at his rear axel, you spotted something shiny and out of place. It was lodged in the crack around his gas tank. "Bee, I found it! I'll try to pull it free, but you can't move, ok?" A beep and wirr was all you got in response, so you took it as an ok.

Lightly, you touch the underside of his tank, and he shakes at the contact. Your other hand grips the edge of the metal object and gives it a light tug. It shifts a bit but doesn't pop free. With more force, you tug and wiggle the piece, and it pops free. Bee jumps an inch but stays on the ramps, and you slide out from under him. A deep male voice from an old show speaks over his radio. "Thank you, love, you're a life saver!"

You give him a pat on the hood and examine the metal in your hand. "Looks like a piece of tin roofing. Good thing it didn't cut any cables or your tires."

The feeling of your hands on his undercarriage stayed for a while after you left. He wondered what it would be like to have you wash him by hand rather than going through the wash station at the base.

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Ratchet lost an important piece of the machine he was working on in a crack just small enough that his didgets couldn't slip through. He would've had Arcee help him, but she was still out on patrol. He looked over to you, sleeping on the couch. You were the only human on base at the moment, and he really needed that piece. Reluctantly, he walked over to the raised platform and called your name a few times.

You stirred and turned over to sleepily look at him. "Mmh, I'm up. What is it?" You stretch and yawn while still laying down. "I apologize for waking you, but I need your assistance with something." Standing you rub your eyes to clear them. He takes you in his servos and places you on the floor before the gap in the wall. Looking up at him questioningly, he finally tells you what's going on.

With him shining a light into the gap, you slip through all the way till your wide hips stop you from going further. The piece is thankfully within reach, and you just have to angle yourself to grab it. Your rear stuck out in full view, and he tried looking away, but his gaze kept slipping back to you as you reached for the object.

When you stood up holding the object in hand, he picked you up and placed you on the platform again. He thanked you but couldn't look you in the eye. You smiled up at him, none the wiser of the thoughts running through his processor.

#fanfic #transformers x reader #transformers fanfiction #imagine #optimus x reader #bumblebee x reader #crosshairs x reader #ratchet x reader