#transformers animated x reader

[sometimes-you-write]

[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated, cybertronian!reader ]

Reader: How's the most beautiful bot in the universe doing?

Optimus: *smiling* I don't know, how are you?

Reader: *voice glitching* I'm fine.

[Alternate ending]

Reader: How's the most beautiful bot in the universe doing?

Optimus: *smiling* I don't know, how ar-

Bumblebee, from across the room: I'm doing great, thanks.

#my posts #transformers #transformers animated #tfa #transformers x reader #transformers animated x reader #tfa x reader #cybertronian reader #cybertronian!reader #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #optimus x reader #optimus prime x reader #tfa optimus prime x reader #bumblebee #tfa bumblebee #incorrect quotes

[cyberrose2001]

some tfa wasp comfort?? please?

maybe he lays on the reader’s lap while they stroke his helm and he starts tearing up because like?? what is this? kindness? and the reader gives him a kithh on the forehead <3

you can ignore if you what/have more important things to do.

TFA Wasp x reader

finally getting stuck into requests again uwu

apologies for taking this long, here’s some comfort for our bug boi

Warnings: None

Word count: 450

(comfort, GN reader, sfw)

You’re a kind person. The type of kindness that lets you stop and smell the roses, to watch your step for the tiny creatures of the earth as they scuddle across your path. It’s in your innate sense of carefulness and compassion for others, especially when that sense leads you to a trembling, albeit larger-than-average, insect in a confined alleyway of the city.

Your primal instincts told you to stay away, to back the hell off. But you couldn’t ignore a nagging thought that this creature wasn’t a creature at all, but one of those Cyber-tron-ians? Though you didn’t care for what it was, all you care to see is that it’s upset. So, you carefully convinced it to follow you back to your apartment, where it’s warmer and softer than the streets.

You’ve learned his name is Wasp, a supposed fugitive from his home planet, on the run from his own kind after being falsely convicted of being a spy. Honestly, the whole thing doesn’t make sense to you. However, you still sat with him on the floor, and you listened.

“So… you can’t go back home?” You questioned, bundled up in a soft woollen blanket.

Wasp cowers in the corner of the lounge beside you, his purple visors downturned pathetically, “Can’t go back… Wasp can’t trust no one.”

“Well, you trust me? Don’t you?” You tilt your head, “Or you wouldn’t be here with me, right?”

The poor creature lifts his head toward you, his bug-like visor softening at your words.

“Wasp… likes you.” He murmurs, “Human makes Wasp comfortable… here…”

You smile, thankful that he feels comfortable with you, but you can’t help but notice the slight tremble in his frame, “You look cold,” You gently toss the other half of the blanket towards him as an invitation, “C’mere honey.”

He tilts his head curiously before slowly crawling towards you, observing you for ulterior motives. But when he lays his helm on your lap and can feel you drape the blanket around him, he can feel himself melt into you.

“There, how’s that?” You bring a gentle hand down to stroke his helm, and with every stroke, you have to suppress a chuckle as he melts into your lap more.

“Feels… nice..” Wasp sighs, closing his optics as he lets you pet him. All the hurt, pain and betrayal he’s endured, he’s never experienced something quite like this.

“Good,” You lean down and softly kiss his helm. You don’t see it, but Wasp couldn’t help the blush rise to his face, “You can stay here as long as you need. I’ll be here.”

As much as Wasp wants to go home, he could get used to this.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers animated #transformers animated x reader #tfa #tfa wasp #tfa x reader #tfa wasp x reader #sfw #cyberrosewrites

[lazypanartist]

It's reverant, the way he holds your hands in his own. Turning, squeezing, examining every little vein and joint.

Without his holoform? Prowl absolutely dwarfs you, and treats you as though you're made of glass.

But with it? He holds you more solidly. As though he's afraid you'll leave, instead of break.

With his holoform, he can treat you more as an equal. Lace his fingers with your own. Trace your veins with feather-light touches. Watch the angles of your fingers grow sharper as you squeeze his hand in return, smiling in response to his lovestruck gaze.

#kana's chats #x reader #xreader #prowl x reader #transformers animated prowl #transformers prowl #tfa prowl #prowl #transformers animated prowl x reader #transformers animated #prowl x reader tfa #tfa prowl x reader #tfa #transformers #transformers x reader #transformers animated x reader #tfa x reader

[eight-cats-in-a-box]

Here's the ratchet piece I promised!! Unspecified, but I had TFP Ratty in mind while writing this

Ratchet x Cybertronian!Reader

No use of Y/N. Or even. Like. Gendered pronouns. Except for he/him, and that's for Ratchet.

DING DING DING COME GET UR FOOD

Ratchet twitched slightly when he felt you lay your helm on his shoulder, the weight familiar, if a bit startling. "Primus, you startled me. What do you want?" The soft rumble of your engines and a huff is his only reply, or he thinks it is, until you murmur something in his audial.

"Did you fuel today? You've been meaner than usual, Ratty." He sighed, leaning into you slightly. The feeling of your frame surrounding his was always a comfort he was happy to indulge in. "Not yet, but I'm still at half-capaci-" He hadn't even finished his sentence before you were showing a cube of energon into his servo, a low rumble coursing through your chassis.

"Drink." He inhaled sharply, surprised at the force in your voice. The low prickle of worry-sadness-fear that Ratchet could feel through the spark-bond sent a pang through him, and he sighed. "Fine, fine. Since you clearly won't be dissuaded." He chugged it quickly, and the whole cube was gone in little more than a few seconds.

"Thank you, sweetspark." Ratchet nearly broke his keyboard at the tone of your voice. You sounded relieved. It made sense, given his habit of not fueling. He didn't notice the cracks forming in his equipment as he gripped it tighter and tighter, until- "Ratty, we need that. Try not to break it, yeah?"

Ratchet froze for a moment, processing, and laughed, revelling in both the feeling and the sound of your shared mirth. He felt lighter than he had in a long time, and as you gently touched your nose to his, nuzzling against him like an Earth cat, it was like the weight of the world had been lifted off him.

As the two of you calmed down, he leaned against you, sighing softly. "...You want to go cuddle?" Ratchet felt more than heard your excitement, yelping as you scooped him up and ran off, carrying him to your berthroom.

Ratchet was half-expecting to be dropped onto the berth, pleasantly surprised when you lowered him onto it like he was made of glass. "I'm not-"

"Fragile, I know, Ratty. Is it illegal to be gentle with my conjunx now?" Tease. He huffed as you laid down, squirming until you got comfortable- which just so happened to be with Ratchet cocooned in your arms. "Comfy?"

Ratchet sighed. He was, actually. The soft hum of your spark, coupled with the general background noise the base made at night was slowly pulling him into recharge. "I needed this." He murmured, unwilling to disturb the peace of your shared habsuite. A sentiment you agreed with, if your soft noise of contentment was anything to go by.

Slowly but surely, Ratchet drifted off into recharge. No nightmares touched him that night, his usually fitful processor soothed by your familiar EM field. And he knew that even if he was haunted by terrors long-past, that you would free him. And he would do the same for you.

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[random-fandom1984]

MASTER LIST

Request are open!

ALLOWED:

●Fluff ●Yandere ●Angst ●Crossovers ●Character x Reader ●Character x Character ●References to other fandoms ●Comfort ●Headcanons ●Reader/Character from one dimension/universe getting sent to a different one (tfp x tfa, trollhunters x zak storm, etc)

●others to be added

NOT ALLOWED:

●NSFW ●Pedophilia ●Incest ●Certain sensitive topics (rape, abuse, etc) ●Other's OC's (I don't have the confidence to do that)

FANDOMS

Transformers

Tfa:

Optimus Prime Ratchet Prowl Bumblebee Bulkhead Jazz Jettwins Ultra Magnus Megatron Starscream (+clones) Lugnut Blitzwing Blackarachnia/Elita-1 Grimlock Wreck-Gar Soundwave Longarm Prime/Shockwave - All It Takes Is A Potion to Show How Much I'm Obsessed With You Wasp/Waspinator

Tfp:

Optimus Prime Ratchet Arcee Cliffjumper Smokescreen Bumblebee - Bumblebee x SG! Cybertronian Reader Bulkhead Wheeljack Ultra Magnus Megatron - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Starscream - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Soundwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Shockwave - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Predaking - Decepticons Meets Sparklings 5t3v3(Steve) - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Knockout - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Breakdown - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Dreadwing - Decepticons Meets Sparklings Arachnid Unicron

Tfe

Optimus Megatron Bumblebee Elita-1 Soundwave Shockwave Tarantulas Terrans(PLATONIC ONLY) Swindle Starscream

Tfg1

Optimus Prime Prowl Jazz Bumblebee Ratchet Megatron Starscream Skywarp Thundercracker Reflector Soundwave Shockwave Grimlock Unicron Other Autobots and Decepticons

Tfbw

Optimus Primal Rattrap Rhinox Cheetor Dinobot Megatron Tarantulas Waspinator

Tfrid2015

Bumblebee Sideswipe Strongarm Fix-it Grimlock Drift Steeljaw Thunderhoof Fracture Underbite Saberhorn

LEGO MONKIE KID

Mk Mei Red Son Jin & Yin Spider Queen Azure Lion Macaque Sun Wukong Nezha Syntax Huntsman Goliath (Strong Spider) Peng Lady Bone Demon Not Mayor

ZAK STORM

Zak Storm (PLATONIC ONLY) Cece Crogar Clovis (PLATONIC ONLY) Caramba (PLATONIC ONLY) Calabrass (PLATONIC ONLY) Golden Bones

Trollhunters/3Below/Wizards

Angor Rot Gunmar Bular Aaarrrgghh Blinky (Blinkous) Nomura Draal Krel Tarron & Aja Tarron (PLATONIC ONLY) Varvatos Tronos Madu Zadra Zeron Alpha Nari Skrael Bellroc

WHEN REQUESTING (More rules will be added later):

●Include the fact whether or not your request is platonic or romantic; If romantic, is Y/n or character in a relationship, and if not, who is the romantic interest(s)?

●Give me some of the plot of what you're thinking for your request. If you don't, and I don't know what you want it to be about, or I can't think of what to make up- Example:

Optimus x Reader. Angst. Reader is male.

I don't know what the plot should be, or what it should involve. Like, if it's good enough that I can think of what it could be, then yeah, sure, but that will be a rare chance with me. But if it's like this- Example:

Aaarrrgghh x Reader. Comfort. Basically, the reader has had a bad day at work/school, and the two of them just cuddle and enjoy the silence in each other's arms, slowly falling asleep.

Then I will be able to think of how it can go because you gave me what you want to include in your request, but now how, I will be able to get behind that.

● I can make the reader be based off of another character, like- Examples:

-Vox! Reader in Trollhunters

-Reader as Ratchet's little sister in Transformers: Generation 1

Anything! Whatever you want as long as it's allowed.

●If your request involves something that isn't allowed, then it will be ignored.

That's everything for now! Request away!

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[uselessmicrowave]

pick a fic!

tws/content- oral sex

“Frag…” Prowl whines, optics trained on your lips as you lap around his spike. You were the most perfect human to him, the most captivating and interesting being on this somewhat insignificant, wet little planet.

You moan around his erection, tongue swishing under the slit of his spike. His digits twitch inside of you, pressing against your walls idally, his servo against your ass, Prowl’s grip fluctuating between a gentle press and squeezing tightly. You shiver looking up at him with widened puppy eyes. The ninja-bot’s faceplates were twisted in a new, pulsating pleasure.

“Mhhn…” you whine, his digits pushing deeper into you. Prowl’s spike twitches against the back of your throat, prefluid leaking out of his spike’s slit. This was something that you had to push him to do, but something he’d enjoy more than anything. His groans send shivers down your spine, making you swallow around his spike. You two would definetely be doing this again.

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[callsign-relic]

So I promised y’all some writing today and sadly I could not get to any requests due to taking care of some other business— BUT!

A long time ago… back when I had an entire separate sideblog dedicated to my obsession for these big robot fucks… I had a request that I had to decline due to the fact that I hadn’t watched TFA yet.

Today, I was inspired to change that.

I no longer have the actual request itself, but to the best of my memory, the request was by an anon asking for TFA Megs with no other specifications other than fearplay.

Anon, if you’re out there, I’m finally here to deliver.

Hopefully you all enjoy it anyway, as it’s my first TFA piece :)

Warnings: Suggestive, GN!Human!Reader, fearplay, could be read as yandere if you wanted

“Where are you, little scraplet?”

Two office buildings are shoved away, cast aside like dominoes as they crash to the ground into unrecognizable heaps of brick and concrete.

“I enjoy your little earth games as much as any other mech, but my patience wears thin.”

You only cower further away into the little corner of an alleyway you found some semblance of solace in. Your heart was pounding in your ears— the only sound loud enough to hear over the sounds of falling buildings and pedestrian chaos. Heavy footfalls echo in the distance, boring holes into the earth with every step.

Every instinct within you was telling you to run. To find somewhere safe, populated— somewhere where he could lose you within the crowd.

But no matter how much you willed your body to move, you stayed curled up in your little ball in the dingy corner of the alley. Some twisted part of you thinks maybe you wanted him to find you. Despite your fears, you couldn’t argue against the fact that there was something about him that—

Another crash distracts you from your thoughts, and your head zips upwards towards the source.

“I know you’re here somewhere. Why don’t you come out and make this easier for the both of us?”

Megatron, standing high above you.

His servo grips the roof of another building, using it to rest his weight upon it as he surveys the area— and he was no doubt doing the same to another building on the side of him you couldn’t see. The concrete cracks and shatters beneath the pressure, giving way to the imprints of his hands much like the malleability of human flesh. By some miracle, the red glow of his optics had yet to cast themselves over you, even as he kneeled down to look to the street opposite to you.

This was your chance. You had to run, now. Sneak out behind him, find some kind of safety—

But then, you feel a tickle in your lungs.

The debris from the city’s destruction had kicked up immeasurable amounts of dust. There were little pieces of buildings and highways scattered all across the area. It was only natural that some of that dust had found its way into your dark little alley— and as a result, into your lungs.

You couldn’t cough. No, you couldn’t, or else that would destroy any fraction of cover that you had now, and your life would be up to the whims of the gigantic robot that had for some reason fixated itself on you—

But, your own body betrays you.

You hack out a cough only once before your hand lunges to your mouth. You curl further down, further into yourself, all while you couldn’t pull your eyes away from the grey bot before you.

Megatron’s helm turns. When he locks eyes with you, a smile spreads across his faceplate.

“Ah. There you are, little one.”

Black encompasses your vision as the mech reaches a servo larger than your own body out towards you. You throw stealth to the wind in exchange for survival— adrenaline pumps through you as you scramble to your feet and futilely throw yourself up against the alley wall. The warlord’s digits unfurl, then close around you all at once, and you’re truly surrounded by total and utter darkness.

Megatron rumbles a low, sultry laugh as he raises your tiny form high into the air. He loosens his fingers just so you can pop your head out from the curl on his thumb, but otherwise, he seems to have no intent of letting you go. As the mech comes to his feet, he pushes his weight down on the building he was gripping for support— causing it to crumple into billions of little pieces onto the street. If you hadn’t known it was a building beforehand, there was no telling what that structure was once Megatron was done with it.

And yet, it was as if the constant destruction he was causing was the furthest thing from his mind. He scoffs to himself, “Accursed earthen architecture,” as he wipes his dust-ridden hand off onto his chassis. Though the mech’s face took up almost all of your vision, from the corners of your eyes, you could see the tops of what was left of the undestroyed buildings. Rooftops that you had only dreamt of gazing at the city skyline from.

A free thumb, still a little dusty from the thoughtless destruction Megatron had caused, approaches your turned face and pushes it back to face him by your cheek.

“You were quite tricky to find, my dear. But as fun as our little game was, I’ve grown bored of these childish ways to spend our time.”

The pressure of his hand relieves itself from around you, and you fall to your back upon the expanse of his palm. Megatron can’t help but allow another laugh to rumble its way up from his chest and through his voicebox as his other hand approaches you once more.

“I was thinking we could finally do something more… mature.”

Before you could ask yourself the question of what he was doing, an index finger suddenly spreads your legs apart— the blunt top half of the tip of his digit rubbing against your sex.

The sudden gesture makes you yelp as you kick Megatron’s digits away. The mech’s low chuckle bursts into a raucous laugh, “Fine, fine. Too early, I see. It’s not a problem.” Then, faster than you even thought a mech his size could move, you’re pulled up towards his face once more. You can feel the heat of his breath on you as he speaks, or merely even breathes.

“We just need a little more time together. After all, all good things come to those who wait.”

#relic writes #transformers #transformers x reader #reader insert #transformers animated #Transformers animated x reader #tfa #tfa x reader #Megatron #megatron x reader #tfa megatron #tfa megatron x reader #transformers g/t #g/t fearplay

[absolutelysmittensimp]

Bee: I dare you to kiss the next bot who walks into this room.

(Name): Screw that, I'm not kissing any of you.

*Prowl walks in*

(Name): Fine, I'll do it. Rules are rules y'know.

#transformers x reader #transformers animated x reader #TFA x reader #prowl x reader #banana darling deserves some loving

[fiber-optic-alligator]

I would love to see some TFA swindle soft vore with a Gn!human <3

Thanks for the request, anon! Here it is! TFA Swindle is so silly, I love how funky he looks. Just a fun salesman who definitely has never broken any laws :D

Deal Or No Deal

Pairing: TFA Swindle x Gn!human Reader

WARNING: This story contains soft vore. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read this story.

Word Count: 3230

Summary: After accepting a job as an errand runner for a local arms dealer, you are tasked with sneaking into a warehouse located in an old Detroit harbor freight yard and stealing a piece of Decepticon weaponry. Things go wrong when a certain money-hungry mech catches you red-handed and decides he is in charge of you’re fate.

You hate your job.

  “It’ll be quick and easy.” You quietly hype yourself up as you walk past various decrepit buildings, your steps bouncing off of their walls and echoing around you, creating an ominous phenomenon in which it sounds like someone is following in your wake. Too many times you’ve glanced back just to make sure your imagination was simply running wild and you were truly alone.

  “Just get in, find the piece, and get out.” You reach into your pants pocket and pull out the crumpled map of the freight yard. This part of the harbor is an unsavory neighborhood, too dated to be put to use, yet too expensive to gut and start anew. Thus, it’s trapped in a standstill, with local black market meetings happening frequently and without a hitch. Illegal materials are typically stored here too, due to the perfect real estate; not even the police are aware of how important this place really is.

  Tonight, you will be finding one of those exact materials…and you will be stealing it.

  “No problem. It’s no problem.” You study the map one last time, then tuck it away. “Find the prize. Get it to the boss. Easy. It’ll be fine.”

  You aren’t a thief. Well, you weren’t a thief until now. But you're low on cash, and the threat of going broke is just too high. You don’t want to be out on the streets, so you went down a rough road: you’ve become an errand runner for hire. A local arms dealer wants you to smuggle an extremely powerful weapon out of the freight yard and into his hands. “It’s nothing I’ve ever seen before,” he had told you. “A cannon left behind by those Cybertronian-whatevers. It’s alien. And I want it.”

  The amount of money he offered to pay you was too much for you to resist. So here you are, against your better judgment, robbing one horrible person for the benefit of another.

  Well, you don’t know if this other person you're stealing from is horrible. The only information given to you about them was where they keep their goods. But judging from the fact that they’re directly contributing to Detroit’s crime rate, you have to assume they’re pretty terrible.

  And so am I. You wince when you think about it. I’m no better. I’m a coward who can’t even land a real job.

  No time to pity yourself. You chose this profession. There’s no chance for you to go back on it. At least after you complete this job, maybe you can return to some semblance of a normal life…if you aren’t arrested and sent to prison, that is.

  The warehouse you are looking for sits right on the edge of the harbor. It’s massive, with shoddy wooden walls riddled with graffiti and sheets of cheap metal nailed to cover up holes. Standing before it now, you feel a shiver go down your spine. Definitely the creepiest place in Detroit, this building is.

  Drawing in a deep breath, you head for the large sliding doors. One of them is just barely open. It’s enough space for you to slip through.

  Inside, it’s dark. There are lights above, but there is no sign of a switch, and even if there was, you doubt they’d turn on. The warehouse is filled with giant boxes: crate after crate stacked upon each other, some of them reaching so high, you have to wonder just who the hell is in charge of this operation. It’s quiet. You remain still, holding your breath to listen for any signs of activity, like guards or people bringing in recent shipments.

  Nothing.

  Somehow, that causes you to be on edge even more.

  You really, really hate your job.

  According to your employer, the Cybertronian weapon is stored in a special crate marked with a Decepticon insignia. It’s one of a kind, so it should be relatively easy to find. You just have to hope it can be reached. As you tread lightly through the warehouse and peer up at the towers of storage, you're suddenly afraid you might have your first experience with using a forklift tonight.

  Thankfully, luck seems to be on your side. You come across the crate quickly; it’s set up in the corner of the building, nestled between other boxes so it can be obscured. You only spot it because you know what you're looking for. The Decepticon symbol peeks out at you revealingly, like it wants to be found.

  Jackpot, you think. Pushing the other boxes away, you grab your crowbar from your belt and wedge it between the crate’s cover.

  For a moment, you pause. A nervous idea of this possibly being a trap crosses your mind, but then you dismiss it. There’s no way anyone could have known you were coming. You and your boss were alone that night when you discussed this plan. Grunting, you force the crate open. Wood cracks as the cover springs up. Excitement fills you when you eagerly peek inside.

  Your heart drops.

  There’s nothing there. It’s empty.

  “Nononono.” You frantically sift your hands through the packing peanuts, but to no avail. The crate is devoid of anything but styrofoam.

  You stumble back dazedly and press your hand to your head. This is a trap. Someone did know you were coming. But how? And who?

  Low, steady thumping answers you.

  It sounds like footsteps. No, they are footsteps. Heavy, boot-like pounding against the floor is accompanied by a large shadow casting over you. Suddenly, the warehouse lights blaze on. You have to shield your eyes to avoid earning a headache.

  “Well, well, well,” a voice says. “What do we have here?”

  You blink and lower your hands. Standing in front of you, towering above the stacks of crates, is a giant robot with dull golden armor and purple eyes. He gives you an easygoing smile and speaks with the same smooth voice you heard before. “And why might you be here, little mouse?”

  You gape at him with no words you can say. The robot chuckles and crosses his arms over his chest. “Didn’t find what you were looking for?” He inclines his head to the crate. “Don’t beat yourself up about it, it’s not your fault. I knew your boss was going to make a move for the cannon way before he decided to send you for it.”

  “I-I-uh-” you stammer.

  “Yes?” he asks.

  “G-Giant…r-robot.”

  His smile widens and he raises a brow. “That’s what I am. The proper term would be Cybertronian, though.”

  “Y-You're one of them.” Your eyes flicker to the scowling symbol on his chest. “You're a Decepticon.”

  “Technically, yes. However, I consider myself a Decepticon in name only. I wear this badge as a sign of partnership with my best customers.”

  “Customers?” you echo.

  “Right. Guess I should introduce myself.” The mech extends his arms in an open greeting. “The name’s Swindle. I run a tight business of weapons selling, weapons building, weapons trading…basically, if you want something that’ll make your enemies go boom, I’m the guy you want to call. And you, little mouse, are currently stealing from me.”

  You look around you. “Wait. So this…all of this…is yours?”

  “Yup. It’s quite the haul, isn’t it? This loot is going to be spread all across Detroit to different buyers, Cybertronian or not. I don’t discriminate, you see. If you have the means to pay for it, I can get it for you. Earth is a violent place, little mouse. And where there’s violence, there’s money to be made.”

  A compartment slides open from his chest. He reaches into it and pulls out a large gray cannon with the Decepticon coat of arms on its side. “This is what you came here for, right?” Swindle says. “Your boss wants it so he can blast a bunch of banks open.”

  You swallow hard and nod.

  “Let me ask you this.” He drops the cannon back in. The compartment closes, and he crouches down to get more on your level. “Do you think I like it when people steal from me?”

  “I-I didn’t steal from you!” you answer.

  “You were going to.”

  “But I didn’t!”

  “You had the intention, and that counts.” He shrugs. “I’m what you humans call a cool cat, kid. I do business and I go on with my life. But when I find little mice snooping around my warehouse, trying to take things that don’t belong to them…” His gaze darkens and he bares his teeth. “I decide it’s time to show my claws.”

  You take a nervous step back. “I-I’m sorry! I really am! But I had no choice! I-I need this job! I need the money!”

  For a moment, he simply studies you. Then he leans back into the calm attitude from before, and grins. “Hm. What if I were to offer you a deal?”

  It takes you a moment to register what he just said. “A deal?” you say. “Why would you want to make a deal with me? I just tried stealing from you!”

  “I know. Trust me, I’m not letting you off the hook. But I find myself feeling bad for you, little mouse. You're just someone who’s down on your luck and trying to get back on your feet. I appreciate that. And…I see potential in you.”

  “…Potential?”

  His eyes sparkle with dangerous intent. “Yes. Potential. You're small. Quick. You can sniff things out and have a great sense of direction while doing it. I could use someone like you. A stealthy little robber who can sneak in and get things that a giant lumbering robot can’t. Do you see where I’m going with this?” He pokes you gently in the ribs. You yelp and jump back. “I’m offering you a job.”

  You rub your side and glare at him. “I already have a job.”

  “Correction. You had a job.” Swindle tilts his head. “If you go back to your boss empty-handed, you’ll suffer for it. I know how he works, and trust me, what he does to those who fail isn’t pretty. But me? I’m fair. I’m lenient. Your work hours won’t kill you, and I’m not going to dump your dead body into the lake if something goes sour. This is an opportunity for you. What do you say?” He holds his hand out. “Do we have a deal?”

  You eye his hand apprehensively, then take another step back. “No. I’m done with this. I never wanted to be a thief. I’m not working for a giant robot who can kill me at any chance.”

  He throws his hands up, exasperated. “Did you not hear a word I just said?”

  “I don’t care what you said!” You turn on your heel and march away. “What my boss does to me doesn’t matter anymore! I’m not going through with this sort of life!”

  Swindle sighs, and his tone hardens. “Ah, geez, you're going to make me be the bad guy, huh. Alright, fine, I can be the bad guy.”

  You let out a strangled shriek when you are unexpectedly yanked into the air. Swindle unceremoniously lifts you up by the back of your shirt, bringing you close to his face. “Listen, mouse,” he growls. “You have two options to choose tonight: either you agree to work for me, or I can sell you to other people who are worse than your boss. You want to end up collared and turned into a Decepticon’s pet?”

  You stop your desperate struggle to stare at him in horror. “Y-You wouldn’t do that!”

  “Wouldn’t I? I’m a daytrader, little one. I may specialize in weapons, but that doesn’t mean I don’t take up animal handling once in a while.” He shakes you a little, earning a cry from you. “So, what’s it going to be? This is a limited time offer, so you better make up your mind while it lasts.”

  You stare at him, and you know he’s being completely serious. You have no option here except to agree to his terms. A pit forms in your stomach with roots of anxiety spreading through you, thriving on your fear. He notices how you’ve begun to shake, and grins with the knowledge that he has you.

He holds his hand out to you once more. “I’ll ask again. Do we have a deal?”

  You hesitate…then reluctantly extend your own hand to him. He takes your palm between his index finger and thumb and shakes it gently. “There.” Swindle looks satisfied. “Was that so hard? You’ve made the right choice, little mouse. Now, for your punishment.”

  “Wait, what?” You yank your hand back. “Punishment? What punishment!?”

  “The punishment.” He says this like it’s common knowledge. “You tried to steal from me. I just can’t let that go. What kind of message would I be spreading to the competition if they were to know I’m too soft with thieves?”

  “But I accepted your terms! I work for you now! What more could you want from me?”

  He tsks and shakes his head. “This has nothing to do with the deal, little mouse. This has everything to do with the fact that your old boss thinks I’m someone he can send his cronies to steal from.” He lifts you higher, and his gaze softens, only for a moment. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to hurt you. You're still a greenie in the trade, so there’s no reason to draw this out. Just relax and everything will be fine.”

  You squirm and clutch at the fingers holding you, confused. “What are you-?”

  He opens his mouth. You find yourself staring down into the abyss of his throat, pulsing with a gentle purple light. Then your eyes widen and your heart crashes when he begins lowering you towards it.

  WHAT ARE YOU DOING?” you yell while you squirm, kick, flail, do anything you can to fight back against what you realize is happening. “PUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWNPUTMEDOWN!”

  You couldn’t tear your eyes away from the gaping jaws below you. Swindle’s tongue shifts with excitement and anticipation. The sight makes you scream until you think your own throat might bleed.

  The more you fight, the faster Swindle lowers you. You curse and threaten, so terrified that you aren’t even aware of what you are saying at this point, fresh tears pouring down your face.

“SWINDLE, PLEASE, DON’T-!”

  You break into a scream when he drops you.

  The impact is softer than what you brace for, and you fall onto his tongue with an “Oof.” For a moment, you lay there, little cries coming out with your rapid-tempo breaths, heart beating so hard you think you may have a heart attack.

  And then you come to your senses, and realize where you are.

  You are in Swindle’s mouth.

  You scramble forward, moving to throw yourself out of the sticky deathtrap, but it is too late; the robot’s teeth click closed, cutting you off from the outside world. “Nonono!” You bang your fists frantically on them. “Please, let me out! I don’t want to die! P-Please don’t do this!”

  Hot air wafts over your body when Swindle chuckles. The muscle beneath you moves and begins to slowly push you backwards. Thick globs of saliva suck at your legs as you are forced back towards his throat.

  “No, stop!” You claw at his tongue, trying everything in your power to prevent yourself from going down. The giant tilts his head back.

  With a loud squelching gulp, Swindle swallows, and you are sucked into his esophagus, the powerful muscles pulling you down.

  So many things happen at once. Your body is massaged from all sides by the throat, leaving you all but completely immobile. The sound of Swindle’s internal workings is thunder in your ears, so loud that you can’t even hear yourself think.

  The most terrifying noise, however, is the growling and gurgling coming from below. An ominous reminder of where you are ultimately going to end up.

  You are squeezed into the stomach and fall into the squishy chamber that, as soon as it is aware of your presence, closes in. From all sides you are massaged and kneaded by thick, muscular walls of synthetic organ that rubs saliva and fluid all over you. You push at the walls with a terrified air of desperation, your lungs constricting like you can’t breathe. “Let me out!” you beg your captor. “Please, I don’t want this!”

  Swindle rumbles out another chuckle that sounds so much deeper now that you are in here. The walls quiver, laughing right along with him. “I don’t care what you want, little mouse. I’m your boss now, and I want you to sit in there and think about what you’ve done.”

  “I’m sorry! I’m sorry for trying to steal from you! Just please, spit me up! I-I don’t want to die!” Your voice breaks. The situation is truly hopeless now.

  Swindle groans. “Geez, how many times do I have to tell you, kid? You're not going to die. Do you feel any acid in there? Is your skin melting off of your bones?”

  You pause and look at your arms. The glow of the mech’s biolights gives you a dim image of your limbs: sticky and slimy…but not in any pain, and certainly no terrible wounds visible.

  “…No,” you mumble in disbelief.

  Swindle speaks to you like a parent does with their child. “See? You're in no pain. Nothing bad is going to happen to you. You're safe. Now relax and settle down.”

  “If I’m safe, then why did you decide to eat me?!”

“I already said this. You need to learn a lesson. A few hours in there will teach you not to steal from others…well, at least, not to steal from me. You’ll be doing plenty of theft in the future. But I’ll pay you for it, and you’ll never have to worry about going hungry or living on the streets ever again.”

  Your fear begins to diminish, and it’s replaced with indignation. “Of all the ways to teach me a lesson, it had to be like this?”

  The stomach shakes boisterously when Swindle laughs. “Sorry, kid. I had to scare the crap out of you somehow so you’d learn. You need to know your place in this profession.” He presses his hands right over where you are tucked inside and gives you a little squeeeze. “Now sit tight and relax for me, okay? I’ll let you out in a few hours. You're safe.”

  You grumble and give the stomach walls a disgruntled shove. The organ flexes to hug you, forcing you to sink into the warmth. Now that you’ve calmed down, you find that it’s actually…kind of nice in here. The constant massaging feels good on your exhausted body. The soft violet glow is soothing to your eyes. And though you hate to allow yourself, because you're still rather pissed off with him…you finally relax.

  “There you go,” he murmurs. “That’s right. Nice and warm.” The walls ripple when he gives his abdomen a pat. “You know, I think this is going to be the start of a beautiful friendship.”

  You give in and release a soft breath. You’ve gotten yourself into quite the pickle here. But with how warm it is, and relaxed you are…maybe working for this robot won’t be so bad.

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[toomanybrainrots]

Hello! If it's okay to request/ask, A transformers animated request. TFA Autobots x Human Reader, can be Romantic/Platonic

Reader, A very normal human, who keeps moving out, every time they get to a city/town/place, because of different species of aliens keep appearing (Yautjas, xenomorphs, anodites, friendly ones, hostiles, neutrals, etc.) and they either befriended it and/or deal with it

They also have albums or pieces of stuff that's given or dedicated to or from their alien friends and they've been visited by their alien friend(s) and sometimes with Alien's friends/family

Now, this is an interesting request. Thank you for the request dear anon, here is the transformers animated x human reader that you requested

Note: this can be read as romantic or platonic, but I wrote this with platonic in mind

TFA Autobots with a Human Reader that's friends with a lot of aliens

Finally, after moving out of your last place, you can finally get a break from aliens. Don't get you wrong, you liked your alien friends...but, sometimes, it's a bit exhausting meeting aliens every time you moved.

Thankfully you managed to get a long deserved break in Detroit. Sometimes, your alien friends visit, and you welcome then with open arms into your apartment.

You thought you weren't going to see another alien again...that is, until one day, you were out getting groceries and saw the alien outside...with alien robots... "Fuck." You muttered under your breath as one of the robots get you out of the way

Optimus Prime

When you first told Optimus that you've befriended aliens before after you had gotten to know the Autobots, he was a bit inclined to believe you

That was, until you showed him your photo album filled with photos of you and your alien friends/family

To say he was shocked was an understatement

He was curious by the aliens you called your friends, and asked you questions about what species they were. He had only read about some of them back on Cybertron, but most were unfamiliar to him

Admittedly, he kinda wanted to see them up close.

He didn't anticipate that his wish would come true

Optimus stared at the creature infront of him - well, alien infront of him.

Optimus couldn’t believe the sight. You were talking with an alien— well, another alien — as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

He’d never admit it outloud but he felt himself jump slightly as you introduced him to your alien friend, trying to ignore the immense staring from it(them?)

Eventually, he gets used to your alien friend(s) as they visit more often. He even befriends some of them himself!

Of course, he’s still wary sometimes but he’s on friendly terms with them

Your alien friends are, in turn, also friendly with him, and don’t dislike him at all

Ratchet

Ratchet didn’t believe at all when you first told him. He just thought you’d gotten crazy

To say his jaw dropped when you actually showed him evidence was a complete understatement

He didn’t think you had actually befriended some of the aliens, even making some of them family. He’s seen a lot through his life but this, this was the first time he’d ever seen it

He recognized some of the species you had befriended, he’s seen his fair share of aliens too during his time. Because of that, he’s bewildered yet again when you say you’ve befriended one of the dangerous ones.

Safe to say, you’ve earned his respect

When he first saw one of your alien friend’s visiting, he was alarmed at first

It was the middle of the night. The others had already slipped into recharge, and the only one awake was Ratchet. The gurmpy medic thought he was alone as he worked in the medbay, grumbling about how untidy it was after Bumblebee had messed it up.

Then, he heard a loud thud and an undescribeable sound. His electro magnets pop out of his forearms, incase of self defense

He walked out of the medbay, looking around until his optics landed on a shadowy figure. He prepared himself as the figure walked out the shadows. However, he quickly came to a realization when the figure - ahem, alien, fully became visible.

He let out a sigh. Your friends really needed to pick a better time to visit.

Your alien friends and family didn’t like him at first, due to him scolding them each time they visited in the middle of the night. But eventually, they grew to respect him when they realized he simply cared for you - in his own grumpy way

He also grew to respect your alien friends and alien family, as they genuinely cared for you

He isn’t friends with them, but he is on okay terms with them

Prowl

Prowl, like Optimus, he was inclined to believe you when you first told him

He’s read about a few alien species, as Yoketron most likely taught or told him about some, and while a few you mentioned were friendly, the other most were not that friendly

You managed to convince him after you showed him your photo album

He asked you question after question, wanting to know more about the aliens you grew to think of as friends and family

He found himself wanting to talk to them. He only saw your bond with them through the photos you showed him, but he could tell you all were close

His wish came true after you introduced him to your alien friends

You watched as Prowl and your alien friend talked animatedly. Prowl was clearly curious behind that visor, and was asking your alien friend questions left and right.

Thankfully, your alien friend didn’t seeme to mind - actually they looked like they were enjoying answering the Autobot’s questions

You couldn’t help but smile as they continued to talk. It warmed your heart to see them getting along so smoothly.

Your alien friends and family like Prowl. He’s respectful with his questions, good mannered, and has a kind demeanor. He’s definitely their favorite

Prowl’s on very good term with them, as they sedate his curiosity by answering his questions

He’s friends with some of them and is on very great terms on them

Bulkhead and Bumblebee

Bulkhead and Bumblebee were very fascinated when you told them you had alien friends and even alien family

They’ve never read about other aliens, let alone seen one themselves - so when you show them your photo album their optics light up like kids in candy shops

Bumblebee is pointing out things left and right and chatting your ear off, very eager to know more about these cool aliens

Bulkhead’s also pointing some things, but he’s more meek and shy as he asks you questions

When they actually meet them, they’re definitely looking at them with sparkles in their optics

You let out a sigh as you watch Bumblebee chat off one of your alien friends ear off, their annoyance evident.

Thankfully, Bulkhead wasn’t as bad as Bumblebee, as he was shyly asking questions - to which, your other alien friend happily answered.

You were just glad they hadn’t annoyed them. Though you can tell Bumblebee’s stepping on thin ice

Your older alien friends definitely take up the roles of the auncles. Teaching Bulkhead and Bumblebee all about their culture, fighting techniques, and teaching them other things that they were tuaght during their youth aswell

Most of them are on good terms with Bulkhead, as the gentle giant’s demeanor was often endearing to them

Bumblebee’s on thin ice but they endure him for you

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[midnightnepthene]

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🥀 I WILL write : Fluff, angst, suggestive material, implied sexual content, gore, angst/ no comfort, character(s) helping reader through trauma.

💥I will NOT write : dead dove do not eat, cheating scenarios, a character inflicting trauma on reader(ex: rape, abuse.), child x adult, sexual content( for now), explicit rape.

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🥀 Request status : Open

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TMNT MASTERLIST

(Will write for : Leo, Donnie, Mikey, Raph, April, and Casey.)

TRANSFORMERS MASTERLIST

(Will write for : All of the bots and the kids(strictly platonic).)

LEGO MONKIE KID MASTERLIST

(Will write for : everyone besides lady bone demon.)

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[sometimes-you-write]

[ Look at my DNI before interacting with my blog, please ]

[ Transformers Animated, human!reader ]

Reader: Well, aren't you smoking hot?

Optimus: I don't smoke though?

Reader: …

*later that day*

Optimus: Oh, Primus *covers his faceplate with his servos*

Ratchet: What?

Optimus: They were flirting with me.

Ratchet: …

Optimus: …

Ratchet: Congratulation, you're officially the last one to know.

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[cyberrose2001]

Hello! May I request some TFA Sentinel Prime x human reader headcanons? Some comfort ones would be nice, but general relationship headcanons would work well, too. Thank you for all of the work you do, I love your blog with my whole heart ❤️

TFA Sentinel Prime Relationship HCS

Hi! Thank you for requesting! Here’s some general hcs for you (some nsfw at the end)

Honestly I could’ve done this better buuuuut I’ve been very busy the past few weeks, but I hope this is satisfactory <3 Thank you for your kind words as well!

Warnings: Relationship hcs, nsfw towards end (mention of kinks).

Word count: 1026

How you met/why he likes you:

- Sentinel met you through Optimus once he arrived on Earth with the Elite Guard.

- His fear of organics had him jumping every time you’d turn a corner and actively ignoring you whenever you were both in the same room. He didn’t make the most excellent first impression on you, but an impression nonetheless.

- You tried your damnest to talk with Sentinel, but you were met with aversed expressions and eye rolls.

- The first time he conversed with you was like leaping on a monumental stepping stone in the middle of a river rapid. Obviously, someone (most likely Optimus or Prowl) talked with Sentinel about how humans aren’t the gross, slime-puking creatures he’s convinced they are.

- Begrudgingly tries to better his understanding of you and your species through documentaries or taking walks in the city. Over time, he enjoys your presence and spends more time with you than initially intended.

- Sentinel realises he’s crushing on you when he notices his faceplates heating up every time he’s in the same room as you. His vents stop working correctly, and he is bereft of speech as his processor refuses to work.

- As ironic as it is for an extrovertive personality like Sentinel, he didn’t have the lug nuts to ask you out; you did. He may be all tough on the outside, but truthfully, he was so damn nervous around you.

- He decided to take you for a ride alone to build up the courage to ask you out, but you did it before he could open his intake.

- Over time, his nervousness fades a little once you’re both a few weeks deep in the relationship. Sentinel acts like he has to impress you 24/7. He’ll show off his combat skills for you and at least try to be nice to Optimus for you.

- “Hey, Optimus. Thanks for, uh, introducing me to Y/n. I, err, owe you one.”

What you’re like in the relationship:

- Sentinel is very firm yet gentle and will tell you things regardless of what you’re afraid to hear.

- He wants the best for you and wants to see you thrive.

- He can be blunt with you at times but not to be harsh or mean.

- In fact, Sentinels’ influence on you causes him to blush, usually when you’re dishing his crass commentary and sarcasm back to him.

- Sentinel isn’t a big fan of PDAs. The most you will get out of him whilst around other people is when you’re perched on his shoulder (secretly loves it).

- The first time you found out Sentinel is deathly afraid of cats and felines alike was hilarious. Of course, Sentinel got defensive about it.

- You decided to tackle his fear of furry critters by adopting one, a Ragdoll. Sentinel nearly had a spark attack but eventually warmed up to it and has since become attached, often finding the cat asleep on his chassis while Sentinel plays with its fluffy tail.

- When you seek out Sentinel for comfort, he’ll gladly let you sit on his shoulder and let you spill your heart out for him. He’ll nod in understanding and throw in some advice (it may not be good advice, but advice is advice) and lighthearted comments/jokes to cheer you up. He hates seeing you sad and upset and will do everything he can to keep you happy, even if it takes sitting through your favourite movies/TV shows that he, unfortunately, finds to be ‘the Cybertronian equivalent of watching paint dry’ in his words.

- “Will it make you feel better if I watch [blank] with you? I promise I won’t complain every ten kliks this time.”

- All in all, Sentinel is still learning about you and humans in general. Let him poke you, touch your hair or observe your fingers.

NSFW (18+ Minors do not read past here)

- Behind closed doors, Sentinels’ firmness and seemingly dominant nature evolve into submissiveness, which takes you off guard and leads to a very, very kinky relationship.

- He’s not wholly submissive, as he occasionally enjoys taking charge and fucking your brains out, but he does prefer if you're in control of him. It’s a sweet relief from the pressures of the Elite Guard.

- Craves your touch almost every night. It doesn’t matter if it’s sexual or he’s snuggling into you; he needs to feel you against him.

- Speaking of cuddling, Sentinel loves to be the big spoon. It gives him free access to press kisses into the back of your neck and to grind against your ass whenever he wants a specific kind of attention.

- Desperately wants to please you in any way; he’s just waiting for you to ask.

- He loves wearing collars for you, or if he’s in a dominant mood, he’ll make you wear one. And if you’re both really into it, you wear collars simultaneously.

- As ironic as it is, Sentinel is into pet play, loving when you dress him up in adorable puppy ears and lingère. He’ll curl up on your shared bed and wait for you to return from work/uni. Sometimes, he’ll get so desperate and impatient that he might grind his spike against a pillow, leaving it a mess. He knows he’s not supposed to, but the thought of you walking in and catching him being disobedient causes his spike to repressurise at the idea of his punishment.

- Is also into bondage. Being unable to move while you stroke/suck at his spike or valve makes him painfully turned on; bonus points if you edge him while bounded up. He’ll wriggle and tug at the soft leather straps and try to grind his hips up into your mouth.

- Aftercare with Sentinel is tender and thoughtful, regardless of whether it’s light vanilla or kinky sex. It will always end in a mutual massage, wiping each other clean and an intimate embrace.

- Another ritual of aftercare for you both is talking. If Sentinel feels like you were too rough with him or vice versa, you both have a quiet conversation about it and re-establish boundaries and limits.

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[lazypanartist]

Mmmm.. hi.

Watched a bit more TFA while doing art assignments.

Lockdown x Police Drone Tech! Reader

🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚

Lockdown had hundreds of trophies from his various 'jobs'. Upgrades, helmets he'd found cool, weapons, a few photos.

And you.

He hadn't actually meant to bring you along with him. He thought you were different from the other organics, sure, but.. well. Just as tiny. A pawn, he had believed, for the police.

How wrong he had been.

Sure, you were employed by the Detroit Police Department to service their drones and other technology..

But you didn't seem too upset when Lockdown had grabbed you as collateral against the Autobots.

---

"Too small to just set with the other trophies," he mumbled to himself, holding you gently in his servo. "Or to get strapped down on the berth.."

He watched you out of the corner of his optic, your own little eyes roaming across his trophy shelves.

"What's with that one?"

He followed your gaze to a broken armament - a relic of a past battle with the Autobots.

"Busted weapon.. somethin' 'a one of those Cyber-Ninjas. The little speedster broke it in one of my last fights."

"Can I look at it?"

He held back a laugh. "If you're tryin' to escape, you'll have to do better than a busted holo-sword."

You rolled your eyes at him, and he couldn't help but smile. Oh, the character you were!

"I'm not trying to get away.. just want something to do. I'm sure it'll take a while for anyone to find me."

He shrugged, setting you down on the shelf. "Fine. Go nuts."

He hadn't been expecting to come back a few hours later to you snapping a panel back into place, the weapon looking almost good as new (save a few dents.. he was sure he could fix 'em later.)

"How'd you do that?"

You shrugged, fiddling with the connecting portion before the holo-sword materialized. "I was a drone tech. Good with finding problems and putting things back together."

"Was?" He sounded amused.

"Thought I was staying here for a while. Y'know, since nobody really cropped up."

He chuckled. "Well.. I'm sure I could use your help around here. Especially since more like that'll help." He nodded towards the now-functional weapon.

---

Prowl groaned quietly, rubbing his helm as he sat up. He jolted as he heard a familiar engine rumble, a warehouse falling away to reveal Lockdown's ship.

Attempting to stand or transform to vehicle mode both caused more pain than progress, and so he watched, solemnly, as the ship disappeared into the sky.

The chief was bound to be pissed that one of the department's assets had been kidnapped.

---

"Starshine!"

Lockdown walked into the ship, grinning as he tossed a barely-conscious bot onto one of the repurposed med berths.

"Lockdown! What happened?"

He presses a button, cables coming up to restrain his prisoner. "Autobot. Apparently the cons are looking for him."

You look down from your perch, surveying the blue and orange mech. "A data bot?"

"Better." He grinned. "A Prime."

💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤💚🖤

I like this one. Might write more 🖤💚

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[ppnuggie]

Could I please request a oneshot of tfa Jazz and his s/o reuniting after being separated during a battle, and him thinking that they could be dead.

　　　　　　JAZZ x gn human reader

　　　　『　jazz ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> jazz reuniting w/ his s/o after a deadly battle

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, comfort ,, injury warning

　　— jazz 🛐🛐 hes so 😍🥰 i love that man

his spark hummed violently in his chassis ,, worry creeping up on him like unicron himself was stalking the cyberninja. jazz vented ,, the oxygen puffed out heavily from his vents as his helm whipped left and right. fear crashed on him like tidal waves ,, drowning him in worry and thoughts. thoughts of what could’ve happened.

it wasnt until he heard your cry that he could pinpoint where you were. tears were already welded in your eyes ,, fear and pain shining bright in your pupils as you called his name. his servos moved faster than his processor ,, trying to push away all the horrible thoughts and scenarios about what could’ve happened.

his movements stalled ,, servos hovering above your form as he pushed the last piece of debris away. large scratches and nasty cuts covered your face ,, and worse of all there were red marks in places they shouldnt be ,, blood dripping from your body as you laid there.

his servos scooped you up ,, gently holding you out before him so he could check your injuries. you looked like you were in terrible shape ,, but nothing too bad besides the big gnash on your thigh ,, darkening your clothing in reddish black coloring.

jazz knew it wasnt good ,, that humans bleeding in general wasnt good. his spark hummed harshly in its casing ,, the relief crashing over him as he held you close to him. the heat of his armor warmed you in the chill air ,, the decepticons long gone from the battle and once again leaving another mess to yet be picked up.

ratchet hurried over ,, prying your injured body from jazz’s grasp and looking over your wounds. a few human doctors came and offered to patch you up ,, ratchet handing you over to them. they made quick work ,, cleaning up the wound from your leg and patching you up as best as they could with what limited sources they had on them.

you gave them your thanks ,, grateful for their help before being handled back to jazz. the mech hadn’t said anything ,, worry evident on his features as he stared at you. his bottom derma was jutted out ,, almost in a pout ,, a sympathetic look that most humans would give to a kitten as they would coo.

“ i was worried ,,” the mech mustered up ,, holding you close to his chassis once again. he pressed light kisses to your head ,, “ i thought you had gotten the worse of the battle .” his words trembled lightly ,, soft smile evident on his face as he pressed another kiss. “ i thought i lost you ,,” he confessed ,, holding you up in front of his faceplates. his derma met your cheek ,, the metal pressing a small kiss on the flesh.

“ i’m thankful to see you alright ,, darling ,,”

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[nixeustheclamity]

Just imagine

When optimus get really flustered or angry (rarely if never at you) his accent kinda slips out or when him and his s/o are have some spicy time😏

Always uses terms of endearment like 'Darlin' or 'Ma'am' when he's alone with his s/o.

I headcannon that he watches old westerns then kinda laughs at them when one has a bad fake accent.

He always offers his s/o car rides like the gentlmech he is.

Definitely listens to county music.

My AU

-this was self indulged, the personal AU doesn't exist anymore, TFA southern Optimus prime will always exist to me tho! (And anyone else who likes the headcannon)-

When him and my OC Ophelia (she's a witch) ends up in bayverse by accident thanks to a spell that backfired (thank you starscream🙄) they're scared especially Ophelia. She blames herself about what happened and tries not to show it and it doesn't help that her optimus is kinda silent and more neutral with her for a couple of days, like 2-4 days. Not cold shoulder neutral but more like he's upset but doesn't want to take it out on her. He doesn't blame her for what happened but more upset that she could've gotten hurt. He notices how she kinda deflated the past couple of days and kicks himself for not noticing. He makes up with her with a small moonlit walk along the beach of diego garcia(massdisplaced), explaining why he's been so upset. Ophelia ends up forgiving him with a small kiss on the lips (not noticing the bayverse bots in the background watching) and a hug.

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