Hi! May I Request A Sfw

Hi! May I request a sfw

Drop kick (Bumblebee movie) x GN!Reader, I just need some fluff from an under appreciated con, maybe it’s just: I hate humans, except you.

An Exception

Dropkick X GN! Reader

I just know you’d be the only one he’d treat right

"Dropkick, report your whereabouts" Shatter hissed through the comms as she flew around, scanning around the area for her burden of a partner that would often sneak off.

"You're in trouble" You laughed a bit as you polished his shoulder plates, Dropkick would always come to visit you whenever he'd fly by. Giving him a nice little wax or polish was a way you liked to show him how much you cared.

"Well, I'm busy at the moment so she'll have to wait" His servo wrapped around your back and pulled you in closer, flashing you a sharp smile.

You were the only human he hesitate not to kill. When you first found him he was tied up in chains, unable to move. This all happened a while ago, yet you still remembered it as if it was yesterday. His optics were a clear giveaway he wasn't a guy to mess with, murder written all over his face, and his demeanor felt heavy and scary. You still didn't know why you did it, but something inside you told you to help him.

He was hesitant to your touch, never having anyone who treated him with such kindness and care. Being in a state of such vulnerability he wasn't sure if he even wanted you to help, but he allowed it. Allowing you to grab the chains that intertwined between his blades and the crooks of his mechanical body, untangling them, and freeing him from his captured state. Ever since then, he'd sneak off during small missions or in search of more Autobots to spend time with his favorite thing, you.

"Woah there big guy!" taken by surprise by his sudden grab, you dropped the rag you were using to wax him and held onto his chassis. His red optics glued to your face, he loved seeing all the different expressions he could make you show.

He disliked humans, couldn't stand them, called them stupid and insignificant with their primitive technology and small weak bodies. But he doted on you, he enjoyed your company, loved hearing your voice through his audials, not allowing any harm to come to you was a major priority to him.

"You're being especially touching today"

He shrugged a bit and picked you up gently, setting you down on his chassis. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he placed his servo on your back and softly stroked it.

"I want to enjoy as much of you as I can" His voice mixed with a flirtatious and serious tone. "It's not like every day I get to see you"

He knew when to be gentle and when he could tighten his grip around you, something about your very presence relaxed every circuit in his body. You flooded his processor with what he learned humans would call love, and if he could, he'd make you his sparkmate, taking you off this while of rock planet.

"But you can," You said with a little whine. "Dropkick, we can see each other every day if only you took me with you" You held his cheek plates and gave him a little pout. He let out a small annoyed sigh and lightly gripped your waist.

"We've had this conversation before, I won't take you with me, it's for your safety"

"Oh come on, since when do you care so much about safety." Crossing your arms and looking away, Dropkick growled softly and placed a digit under your chin, making you face him. Your cheeks quickly heated up, feeling a blush spread across your face. He leaned in close to your face, wanting to feel your warm breath against his steel face.

"I don't, but you’re important to me". His optics looked deeply into your eyes, almost as if he was trying to communicate with just a stare. Many should find the bright red glow of his optics to be scary, intimidating even. But for you, they felt peaceful, you knew the mech behind those killer eyes and you loved him.

Giving him a small nod, you laid your head in the crook of his neck, letting the silent moment you shared with him sink in, he gently strokes the back of your head and laid it still once it traveled down to your back. He’d often like to give you a little squeeze, enjoying how soft your body was, finding it amusing to hear your little yelp whenever he’d do it.

“You sure you can’t spend the night?” Holding his helm in your hand, giving him a quickly soft kiss. His optics looked at the clock mounted on your wall and back at you, knowing Shatter would probably scold him if he didn’t get back.

“I don’t see any harm in staying” He let out a husky chuckle and pressed his forehelm onto yours. You pushed off of him happily and punched the air,.

“Yes! Stay right here ok! I'll be right back!” Excitement written all over your face, you rushed back inside your home, gathering some blankets and a projector to watch a movie with him.

Watching you run off with such joy made his spark burn brighter, turning on his radio he managed to get in contact with Shatter.

“Dropkick where have you been, don’t tell me you’re with that human again". Hearing her roll her optics with annoyance in her tone.

“And what if I am”

“You’re always complaining about how much you hate the humans”

“I do, but they're an exception. I like this one”.

Scourge: A weak, useless planet filled with a weak, useless specie-

Y/N:

Scourge: Oh primus I can't not fuck them

Scourge: ...the planets okay I guess... the organics, too

Specifically one organic, yeah. Y/N is Scourge’s only favorite thing in earth tbh.

Later on in their relationship:

Y/N: hey remember when you were about to destroy my planet ?

Scourge: haha that was a prank, i never meant that actually hahha I love yo- I mean I love earth!!

Hello! Could you write about Sunder and how a situation would play out where he is given the chance to be rehabilitated and out of everyone onboard it’s the shy human who really tries to be nice to him and tries to help him get better? (Gn for the human btw)

The Sunder fans came out of nowhere and I am NOT complaining. Glad to get some writing out after the hectic request day. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, GN Human reader

Rung winces watching Sunder rub a single digit over your back. The motions of his fingers bunch and flatten out the fabric of your shirt with each massage-like movement, his face split into a grin filled with an unsettling amount of tooth. Your lax posture where you lay on the red and brown mech’s flat open palm and the–hopefully–former serial killer’s seemingly innocent focus on you are the only pieces of consolation the psychiatrist has whilst every alarm in his mind blares a warning of an imminent end to this peaceful moment that is beyond preferable. 

The progress made through therapy and reacclimation to normal interaction has been astounding. Taking one of Cybertron’s most feared into someone safe to allow leeway around any relatively normal members of society is no small feat, and certainly not miniscule when in consideration of you–as contradictory as it sounds. You’ve been monumental in Sunder’s recovery. Rung wants to assume your immediate closeness may invoke some sort of protective instinct within the former Autobot, but he hardly seems the type when referencing the unsavory things done to his brother’s frame he didn’t mind taking part in. 

Sunder’s optics and smile have turned towards Rung, and it has the effect of drawing his attention immediately from his thoughts. The smile falls a bit when it settles on him. This doesn’t surprise Rung. Throughout his stay on the Lost Light, at least the part when he’s been an invited guest, he’s been agreeable but motivated by nothing but avoiding prison again and the one organic member of the crew: you.

Many other crew members have shown an innate distaste for Sunder, bringing even the anti-organic crowd to swing to your side in hopes of removing the ex-convict from the ship. Regardless of their protests, you’ve expressed no concern over Sunder’s lingering attachment to you. Even Ultra Magnus has given up, only frowning when the topic of Sunder and you is brought up.

“Can we bring this meeting to a close? I have matters of utmost importance to attend to.” Sunder giggles, his gaze dropping to your soundly figure as he finishes speaking. 

You immediately perk up, sitting up at a speed unbecoming of your previous state. Whatever Sunder is referencing, you are well acquainted with it. 

“What would those 'matters' entail?” Rung tries. 

His voice is kept level, if only to ease his patient to tell the truth. Hopefully a truth that does not involve anything harmful, he thinks, optics following your reactions behind spectacles.

You gasp and Rung feels his spark pulse until he hears your words, “We are gonna watch Mean Girls!”

Sunder’s grin returns to its full breadth. Rung falters.

Remembered i made this a while back

y/n, looking up at scourge: why do you have to be so damn tall anyway?!

scourge, shameless: would you prefer me on my knees?

the man is used to serving, you bet he would worship his lover

not to be crazy on the main but you're so right...

yeah maybe hes big and scary and commands little evil scruchly critters but he will also get on his knees and do everything you say

Okay…finally watching the latest ES episodes and AHHH GRIMLOCK!!! I LOVE!!