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Optimus considers what it'd mean for him to cut all ties to be with you.

Just a drabble really. Idk.

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There are a million lines, a thousand threads, all a tangled mess that makes up the universe.

And yet I'd cut them all, slice them to shreds, for a chance to tie one to you firmly.

"That one." Optimus said, making your head snap up to face him, torn away from the lined notebook you had been reading aloud to the one person you would ever trust enough to show. "I like that one."

You blinked. Once, twice. A curious, confused glitter blooming in your eyes. as you inspected him, trying to divine the unspoken answers from his face alone.

"... Really?" a pause, and then you said with a worried frightened voice, tampered with a wobbly smile "but you wouldn't. Would you?"

And Optimus could only imagine the sight that poured into your mind. Of all the carnage that would surely ensue from a careless cut of all his ties. Optimus was needed. Optimus was someone pivotal to the Autobot cause, he knew Megatron more intimately than any other. And if there was any chance at ending that bot's rule, and bringing to life the ideals he had for a better society, of fulfilling the dreams of Orion Pax and Megatronus, it would have to be from his guidance.

And if he cut all his ties early, well, what carnage would arise from it?

Cybertron, Earth, and all the planets in between would become casualties, Megatron would impose tyrannical rule over all, and you amidst all of it would suffer the price. You and anyone— everyone you loved would suffer.

"No." Optimus replied, a small, placating smile etched onto his face. "No, I won't. Don't worry."

And though a faint sadness filled you, you relaxed, and you smiled. Genuine, bright. Stars could collide and burn galaxies to shreds, and they'd never compare to the light of your smile.

If you had a spark —if your soul was visible in the same tangible light that made up his own— you could probably fuel a thousand galaxies from the light that would radiate from it.

Optimus smiled in turn.

He was lying.

He'd cut all those ties. Sever them with a ruthlessness that he did not even offer to Megatron, and he would leave all the ends to be collected by the crowds and weaved into whatever the hell they wanted. He'd cut all of them to sit safely and soundly with you. But he'd do so after he rest assured that you were safe. After everyone he loved and cared about was safe.

When the war was won, and when the dust settled, he'd cut all ties, and live with you.

"Keep reading." Optimus urged fondly and softly, with a warmth that once many would have said seemed uncharacteristic of him, a warmth that only those who knew him longer used to marvel at the sight when it resurfaced as short-lived sparks. "I'm still listening."

And again, you smiled, peering back down into the open book cradled in your arms, telling tall tales of the little lines scrawled into the pages, all filled with random ideas, story beats from stories long lost, and devastating lines crafted either by yourself or by another poet or author who managed to capture your heart in the pages they left behind.

It was your heart, rendered out in words, your mind, detailed in a beautiful display.

And it served as a reminder, for why he had to fight this war.

Why he must return alive.

Say, I hate to be that guy and sound insensitive. But there was someone who was writing a fic I was following. They vanished. All social media and profiles just. Gone. Exileandtrust was their name I believe. I can’t find ANYTHING on them, not even works that mention being inspired by their own. Does anyone know what happened to them? If they’re okay? If anyone knows anything please let me know. Thank you.

Happy Birthday, Little Spark

I will Preface this by saying this is NOT by best work and the tenses are everywhere, but I wrote it in a time where I needed the comfort. Call it weird all you like, but it helped me. Yes I do have other works coming, I just needed to write this. I hope it helps someone as much as it helped me.

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A groan rips from my throat as I flop down on the couch, hands covering my face as I curl up into a ball and drop my phone to the floor with a thud. My shoulders tensed and chest heaving as I hiccup, wiping my face of tears unshed as I stare at the ceiling. Today was just awful, I thought, sniffling and sitting up with a low growl of frustration as I drag my hands down my face. Eyes closing as I begin to think about the day. First I had woken up in pain, however usual it was, it still was exhausting. Secondly, I had forgotten to eat, by extension forgetting to take my medicines. Thirdly, someone and I had gotten into a fight over nothing truly important. Finally, my entire family had brushed off my incoming birthday. My 19th, to be exact. It was coming up in a few days and they had made the choice to celebrate my Great Grandfather’s, his a day before mine, and not my own despite being mere hours apart, not even a true day. Maybe I wasn’t worth celebrating, I bitterly thought, tears beginning to fill my vision once again.

My train of thought halts in its tracks as my phone lights up with a text, the ding filling the silence as I shock myself out of whatever depression induced stupor I entered. Leaning down to pick it up with a hum as I stare at it for a moment before opening it and flinching. A message from Optimus, of all people, being what comes into view.

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Oppy: I am outside.

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I freeze, eyes widening as I stare at the message. Before I am able to respond, however, another message popping up soon after the last.

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Oppy: I am sorry for not being able to pick you up earlier, patrol took a little too long. The children are already at the base waiting. Are you ready?

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I sigh, grabbing my pre-packed bag and pulling my shoes back on while shooting a quick message back to let him know I was on my way. Pulling on my hoodie as I pull the door open and peek out, eyes widening at the sight of the Prime idling in front of my house, urging me forward as I pad out and hop into the opened door, settling into his seat with a soft grunt. He closes the door behind me and loops the seatbelt around my form carefully as he rumbles.

“How are you feeling, little one? Are you okay?” he asked, pulling out onto the road as the cab begins to cool down. His voice causing me to melt into the seat with a half smile as I stroke the seatbelt idly. I tilt my head at the realization that he could tell I was upset almost moments after seeing me. Another perk of being an observant leader, I suppose.

“I’m okay, Optimus, I promise. It’s just been a really long day today, you know?” I replied, tilting my head and humming softly. My hands resting on the steering wheel and tracing the autobot symbol in the center. The entire cab beginning to vibrate with what seemed to be a purr caused by the action I had done. I smiled at the sound, visibly relaxing as I chuckle and study his interior, eyes falling on the bed in the back with a few of my personal plushies and blankets neatly placed on the bed. My face heats up at the sight as I squeeze the seatbelt closer to my chest, forcing the incoming tears to go away while not noticing the rearview mirror shifting to look at me. Optimus sighs and continues to drive quietly, soon arriving at the base and slowing to a stop inside as he pops open the door and releases the seatbelt.

I hop out as he begins to transform, immediately scooping me up in a warm servo and bringing me to his chassis with a hum. My eyes lighting up a bit at the sight of ratchet working quietly at his station, only to look up at me with the faintest quirk of a smile on his faceplates. I give a shy wave before tensing at the loud yell of ‘hey!’ from Miko, Raf and Jack both standing behind her with a soft smile. Optimus sets me down carefully before striding off to talk to Ratchet and the rest of the team. The three kids rushing up to me, Raf’s arms wrapping about my hips as he buries his face in my stomach. Jack’s hand resting on my shoulder as Miko practically vibrates with excitement, nearly tackling me down in an embrace once Raf pulls away. I chuckle softly and pet her hair as I gently push her back and smile at the kids with a purr of contentment.

“Yes yes, it’s nice to see you all too,” I say with a chuckle, ruffling Raf’s hair as I glance between the three with a quiet hum. Looking around and tilting my head as I cross my arms. “Where is Starscream?” I ask quietly, glancing down at the kids with a raised brow. All three of the kids shrugging as I choose to instead look at the bots huddled in the corner talking, Optimus’ optics lighting up as he tilts his head and chuckles softly.

“He will be here soon, little one. He simply is picking something up for us,” he said quietly, nodding his helm as he turns to rejoin the conversation. Something in my chest going cold as I reluctantly look away from him and back to the kids, forcing a smile as I sigh and lean against the railings. Raf’s hand resting on my arm as he looks up and adjusts his glasses with a soft smile, leaning closer as Jack pats my back.

“Hey, don’t worry! Bossbot is just busy getting things set up for this weekend,” Jack states, rubbing my shoulder fondly as he flashes a smile and looks at my confused expression. “What, they didn’t tell you?” he continues, tilting his head with a sigh as he glances at Miko. The young girl rolling her eyes as she grabs my wrist and jerks me towards her excitedly beaming as she purrs and bounces a little.

“Come on!” she squeaks, “I wanna give you something!” I reluctantly comply, allowing her to drag me to the couch set up with blankets and pillows brought from each human’s home as well as a few small boxes scattered around. Miko’s eyes lighting up as she shoves me playfully onto the couch and flops down beside me, the boys following soon after as she drops one of the boxes in my lap. “You get to open one today, then one tomorrow and THEN the rest on Sunday!” she shouted, throwing her arms up above her head with a grin to express her glee.

I stare at her blankly, raising a brow as I take a deep breath and try to keep my speech even, playing dumb. “And why are you giving me gifts? Its not a holiday, Miko,” I said lazily, eyes dull and shoulders slumped as I watch her deflate and look at Raf and Jack for help.

Raf speaks up first, adjusting his glasses once again as he tilts his head and looks at me with nothing but concern. “Its your birthday on Sunday, right?” he asked, voice wavering a moment as he gains a rather embarrassed look to his face. Damn this kid for making me feel something, I grumbled internally, sighing as I drag my hand down my face and shake my head.

“No, it is my birthday, Raf. I just don’t really celebrate it. It isn’t important,” my voice begins to soften near the end, tears filling my eyes as I stare at the boy who returns my gaze with a bit lip and a hand resting on my knee.

Jack and Miko go to speak before tensing as Optimus’ voice rumbles through the base, his servo coming down beside the couch waiting for me to hop on. “I may borrow this one, if you do not mind. I need to speak with them,” he says, voice soft as he gives them a gentle nod. The kids seeming to understand as I move to sit in Optimus’ servo carefully, staring up at him in confusion as he begins to take me towards the freight elevator, standing on it as it begins to move upwards, protectively holding me to his chassis as we begin our silent ascent to the roof of the silo. I cant bear to look at him as I bring my knees to my chest, head resting on them as I bite my lip. Optimus’ optics flit down to me before the sky comes into view, his servo adjusting to rest me just carefully on the more sturdy part of his chassis. I stay quiet as he steps off the elevator and opens his servos up so I can properly stand.

“Look at me,” he rumbles, using his pinkie to tilt my head up to look at him, my face a soft pink as tears slip down my cheeks. He softly sighs and shakes his helm, a quirk forming at the edge of his dermas as I squeak, another pair of servos grabbing me and holding me close to a smooth and cool chassis, a pair of red optics staring down at me with a little smirk. I softly exhale a squeak as I reach to wrap my arms about one of the smooth yet sharp digits holding me, eyes lighting up a bit as I smile weakly at him, earning a small smile in return from the silver mech.

“Hello, little seeker,” he purrs, using one of his digits to stroke the top of my head as he looks over at Optimus, now joined by Ratchet and both watching us with amusement dancing in their optics. My ears perk up as I look up at Starscream and sit properly in his hold, the distraction allowing the tears to stop as he moves to sit down on the edge of the drop down, soon joined by the two other mechs on either side of us. Ratchet’s servo lifting to stroke my cheek with the very tip of his digit, a soft smile forming as he tilts his helm and watches my face.

“You do realize how important your birthday is to us, yes?” he asked, his digit moving to instead rub my back as he glances at Optimus, the largest mech nodding in agreement as he softly smiles as well.

“Indeed it is, it is one more year you are with us. You are important to us, I hope you know. We care about you, we cherish you, little spark. That will never change and you know this as well as I,” he said, optics twinkling as the horizon begins to turn a warm orange and pink, amplifying the glow of his and the others’ optics in the low light. “You see,” he continues, “You are like these stars you see. Yes, we see them every single night, yet we cherish them and always look forward to them emerging. You are our star that we are eager to see every single day.”

I fall silent again, staring up at him with a shaky smile as I sniffle and wipe my face, hiccuping and looking at all three of them, Ratchet speaking up next with a soft hum.

“And, just like stars, you age. While we age differently, we understand that organics age faster. Nineteen is a big year, a sign that despite it all you made it through. You survived and made it through nineteen years of your life. It is a big achievement even if you don’t believe it is,” as he spoke, he began to gesture out to the stars with a smile, passion clear as his voice raised ever so slightly with each word.

Starscream nods, his optics brightening as he lifts me up and puffs out his chassis. “You are nineteen now, an adult, and a powerful one at that. You’ve fought battles that some of us mechs could never DREAM of fighting. You’re a leader, a fighter, a warrior. You’re one of the strongest organics I have ever met and you aren’t even near a quarter of my age, little one!” he exclaimed, wings lifting and fluttering as he looks down at me and smiles. His optics vibrantly glowing in the now darkness of the evening as he lifts me up a bit more where I am level with the three sets of optics staring at me with nothing but warm and fulfilling pride.

After a few moments I sink down into a sitting position on Starscream’s servo, lip quivering as I curl up slightly and choke back a sob. Optimus’ optics widening but he rubs my back with a digit soothingly, his expression urging me to let it out as Ratchet and Starscream give similar expressions my way. At the final touch on my back, the dam breaks. Sobs racking my chest as I bend over and clutch my arms with a death grip. Shoulders shaking harshly and breathing practically impossible with each sob taking up half an intake of breath. The burning feeling in my throat making me feel like I might vomit just making me cry harder. Ratchet’s voice is heard but I can’t understand it through the blood rushing in my ears, making me begin to hyperventilate as I desperately attempt to refocus myself to listen.

Not too long after I begin to calm down, I hear Optimus’ familiar rumble beginning to ground me as I look up at him with an absolutely pitiful expression. My eyes bloodshot and blurry as more tears keep coming, his digit lifting to swipe ever so carefully across my cheeks, wiping the tears away with the most sad smile.

“I know, little spark, I know,” he mumbles, taking me from Starscream to lovingly cradle me to his faceplates. My form snuggled up against the seam where his mask snaps out from, the cool metal shocking me a little further into being aware as I look up to him with a soft whimper. Ratchet and Starscream moving closer to both relax against the Prime themselves, Starscream resting his helm on the bigger mech’s shoulder while ratchet settles against his chassis, both bots relaxing as Optimus begins to hum softly. The warm rumble filling the quiet air as Ratchet softly hums along, a little scratchy and quiet, but comforting nonetheless. All three mechs staring out at the stars as I begin to settle in and do the same, a soft smile forming as I point out at a string of stars.

“That one there? That’s my favorite, wanna know why?” I asked, eyes lighting up as Optimus nods, my finger tracing the line as I chuckle fondly. “That one there is called Orion, it’s my favorite and always has been. Even before I met you,” I say, looking up at the mech whos faceplates heat up at the admission, Starscream and Ratchet chuckling in amusement at his reaction as I rest a hand on his nose.

“It seems that you have met your match, Prime,” Starscream purred, optics twinkling as he settles in a little more and hums. “It’s not just anyone who can make you blush,” he teased, wings fluttering in amusement as he looked back out at the stars. The four of us falling into a comfortable silence as the moon rises slowly. Peace seeming to radiate from Optimus, infecting the rest of us as we begin to ever so slightly nod off, Starscream’s optics offline and venting even as Ratchet follows close behind, my own eyes closing as I press my face closer and begin to drift off. Optimus’ optics dimming as he settles into the small pile of bots and finally settles in as well, not quite in recharge with his audials tuned to listen for danger, fully prepared to defend his bots and his human no matter what it takes.

“Happy birthday, little spark,” He whispers to my sleeping form, taking note of the little smile that crossed my features in my sleep, his spark whirring a little louder as he leans back a bit and brushes some hair from my face, swearing to himself that tomorrow will be a better day, even if he has to make it that way himself.

Could we get some fluffy NSFW hc's of any TFP characters of your choice with their smol human gf?

Yes, yes of course! Also, apologies for the wait. I had a bunch of other requests come in. <3

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Content: Includes Megatron and Optimus Prime with a female reader

Warnings: NSFW so, minors, DNI

Notes: I'm getting my Transformers requests out, since they've been in my inbox for almost a month now. Then I'll get back to my newest requests <3

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Megatron

Very kinky

I'm talking like, BDSM, choking, biting, scratching, yanking of hair, etc.

But, he knows you're much more fragile than he is, so he (begrudgingly) goes off of your pain tolerance

If he's your first, then he wont go all out with your first time. He'll keep it vanilla with only biting and slight scratching

If you guys have been together or he's not yuor first, he's going to assume you can take it and will make the session a long one, going all out

You'll have to introduce him to the idea of a safeword, and that you both need to agree on one

He's most likely going to suggest weapons like blaster, canon, hammer

You choose hammer, since it sounds the coolest

Megatron has also never been with a partner with hair before, so when he finds out hair pulling is a kink, expect his servo to be tangled in your hair every time, regardless of him yanking on it or not

Megatron, if he's feeling soft, will tie you up and speak to you softly instead of the usual degrade/praise combo he gives. Now it's strictly praise and love

He'll wander his servos gently over your body, giving you light kisses and whispering praises and proclaiming his love to you for the millionth time

If he's feeling soft, he'll tell you to relax in your restraints and let him do all the work (as if he doesn't already lol)

He never lets you top btw, especially now

Usually he takes, as a partner. But when he's having a soft moment with you? He gives. Tonights all about you, baby.

His aftercare is usually okay, but in his soft moments, its especially romantic

Megatron will shower you in praise while inside of you, kissing you endlessly and servicing you

Basically becomes a service top

Optimus Prime

Intimate moments with Optimus are almost always soft

There are times where he's rough as hell with you, but he always makes up for it after (and also always asks beforehand if he can be rough)

Optimus is pretty vanilla, he prefers missionary. But sometimes he'll switch it up

Optimus always chases your pleasure. He doesn't mind if he doesn't finish. In his mind, only yours matters

Optimus is happy to take care of you whenever he's not busy, since he normally cannot afford to just drop everything for you at any given time

Optimus will trace his servos over your body slowly, smiling down softly at you, whispering about how you're the most beautiful creature he's ever seen

He'd let you top tonight, becoming a service bottom. He's a switch, but he mostly leans top

He'll softly kiss your neck, keeping you flush to him, big servos finally halting on your back

He softly proclaims his love for you, while encouraging you to roam him with your hands

Very passionate night, does anything he can to please you

Many many kisses and sweet words and praises come from him, as he softly holds you against him

His cool metal contrasts your warm skin, especially when his cool digits dip inside of you

if he's feeling particularly submissive, he'll let you do whatever you want to him (including tie him up-)

If you're kinkier than this mech, you're gonna have to show him the ropes. He's a soft dom, and again, very vanilla

But when you look into those pretty optics of his, as he lays above or below you, just begging for you to give him the okay

He's so much bigger than you, so even if he's not feeling soft, he's going to be gentle with you unless you've been together a while and he knows your limits

Still have a safeword set up with him, just in case

Might be something to do with fruit, like "apple" or something food-related in general

Only one movie can make me re-open requests for a fandom I haven't written for in two years on here. Anyways, I only do TFP and TFOne for now.

Transformers masterlist

Request away!

O K A Y-

I'm very bored SOOOOOOOO

Peeps that follow me and/or people across the internet, give me something to draw.

It could be your oc's, a favorite character of yours, anything!!

I WILL PAY PEOPLE AT THIS POINT-

SMTH TO DRAW, WRITE, ANYTHING-

IM DESPERATE

O K A Y-

I'm very bored SOOOOOOOO

Peeps that follow me and/or people across the internet, give me something to draw.

It could be your oc's, a favorite character of yours, anything!!

hey love! could you do hc’s for tfp! Optimus, Ratchet, and Smokescreen celebrating their human partner graduating highschool? <3

[human!reader post includes: TFP Optimus, Ratchet, and Smokescreen]

arghh hopefully these are good, struggled a bit with these but this was a nice prompt. Finally getting back into writing :3

Optimus Prime

Optimus is literally the sweetest. At first, he doesn't understand what graduation really means but as soon as you explain it he is beyond proud

Doesn't exactly get the cultural significance of graduation on Earth, but congratulates you for your achievements with a lil smile

Primes don't party but for you...yeah maybe he's willing to. Just a little

If no one does it first, he suggests having a little get-together at the base to celebrate (which shocks everyone) It's really important to him that you get recognition for your hard work

balloons and a poster labeled "Happy Graduation (insert year)" with little pictures drawn by the other Autobots

you know what he probably gives you an inspirational speech

After the celebrations, he offered to give you a drive in his alt-mode. The two of you cruised around late afternoon or night, either chatting or enjoying the calm silence. He was curious about what humans do for this event and asked you questions about it, as well as whether or not what he planned was good enough. If you asked, he'd be more than happy to tell stories about his own experiences; it reminded him of the academies back on Cybertron.

In private, he will not stop gushing about how well you did. Very soft very soft

Ratchet

Another one where you kinda have to explain what it means. He's honestly impressed and congratulates you. Recalls when you would come back from your studies exhausted and relieved you no longer have to deal with highschool

Of course brags to the rest of the team. Look at his partner, look at their accomplishments, now!!

Not a fan of big parties either and suggests a small celebration, possibly between the two of you since he's one to value privacy.

He gives you the choice to choose how you'd like to spend your day. He's happy with taking you for a drive, or just settling down somewhere scenic for a bit of relaxation for the rest of the day

wants to surprise you with a small simple gift, asks the trio for advice very discretely (they are going to tease him for the rest of their lives)

He actually cares so much about you and is genuinely proud, good job y/n thumbs up

Smokescreen

ooh this mech is so hyped, immediately wants a big party at the base and will drive you to and from your graduation

if you agree to it, you're definitely having a grand entrance btw. He wants to SHOW YOU OFF!!

He so badly wanted to go up there and just hug you to his chassis, but watching from his alt-mode would suffice. His engine would rev whenever it was your turn and you couldn't help the small smile

The type of person mech that wants fucking,, fireworks, party, music, etc

if that's not your thing, that's fine. Insists on taking you on a drive too and really show off the fact that he's a sports car (do not drive on populated roads, you will get a ticket) You two soon find yourself screaming with laughter as the wind blows through your hair

if you do agree to a party he's going all out, so so so proud

Brings you up to his faceplate with infinite praises

Hey can I get three different scenarios if, Optimus, Mirage and bumblebee from Rotb, had met a tameranean who is like Starfire in a way, and is a princess. How would they react when they meet her and learn how strong and powerful she is, and what would their romantic relationship be like. Also the reader acts like starfire too, but I would find it funny if she kissed the Autobots to learn their language when she too comes to earth cause they were the nearest thing near her. Sorry if this is a lot I just love the idea since she too lives in space, that they may know a little bit about each other. Also I would find it adorable if they had sparklings with her since I head canon tameraneans can practically mate with anything. (I’m gonna scream if you except this, cause I don’t think you will but thank you for at least reading this! 🫶🏾)

i actually thought this idea was super cute, anon. I decided to do long-ish headcanons because I wasn't sure how to fit everything into one scenario for each.

[ tameranean!reader post includes: ROTB Optimus, Mirage, and Bumblebee

OPTIMUS

once he assesses that you're not a threat, I imagine he'd be super curious about your powers and abilities. Once he finds out you're too from space, I feel like he'll be able to confide in you a bit more than he would with humans?? Like, you're an alien like him, possibly stranded on Earth as well

he respects you so much, because wow you're a princess? He admires your bravery, especially if you're willing to help them. Despite being reluctant at first

Just imagined Optimus Prime bowing down to you a little, started going crazy

anyways

The Autobots were the first you came across upon landing on Earth, you didn't speak their language nor did you speak English. You proved you weren't a threat, but they didn't understand you or know your motives yet. You realized you landed on yet another civilization that doesn't speak nor understand Tamaraneans. And so, you did the only thing you could do. Optimus was the closest, so you gave him a simple peck on the mouth. The other autobots around were trying not to giggle at the look on Prime's face. He was shocked, confused, and maybe a bit flustered. You swore he didn't answer for a couple minutes when you greeted everyone.

He's suchhh a big fan of your Tamaranean features, you're so unique and yet so human as well. Again, he admires your bravery and strength and your attitude. Genuinely enjoys your company. If you're somewhere secluded, he'll go on a drive with you maybe flying next to him as you talk :3

I think Prime would be one to want sparklings with his significant other, he could only hope they will live in a world outside of war. He would never want them to experience what he and many others did. Also deep down, the Orion Pax in him that would've never thought about fighting in a war would've wanted to happily settle down somewhere. Knowing that you're a bit stronger/resilient than normal humans (or most types of aliens he knows of) he feels a lot more secure with having sparklings with you. How many? No one will ever know.

MIRAGE

okay so imagine you meet in the middle of a fight accidentally. You've been trying to blend in like a normal citizen of Earth ever since you got here, you were shocked to see that humans were in fact not the only species that lived here. Unfortunately for you, the same city you were staying at was being attacked by giant evil alien robots.

You're in the middle of the street, not really knowing the extent of what these robots can do. One second you see a Porsche, a semi truck, and a camaro speed past you and transform into more alien robots...but this time they're fighting the one destroying the city so they're good you think? The next second, you were too frozen in admiring these aliens when suddenly a car goes flying towards you.

It happens in slow motion, Mirage is the only one who sees it go straight for your face. But he's confident, he knows he can catch it and save you. Except...it slips through his servos. His spark nearly stops. Instead of seeing a poor 'human' go spat on the ground, he can't believe his optics when you reach out and catch the fucking car??

After that whole incident, he's asking you a bunch of questions. You give him a lil kiss so you can answer him in his language, you're slightly surprised when suddenly you know english and cybertronian, whatever that is

Honestly, I could imagine Mirage never letting go of that kiss, like he's going to joke about it for years.

You're a princess? hell yeah, he thinks you're super badass and wants to see you in action tbh. He's still gonna act like a knight in shining armor but he knows you can handle yourself, he wants to impress you fr

Wants you to teach him your language, he will try but it'll sound like gibberish. Either that or he will learn it immediately because uhh cybertronian super advanced robot?

He's definitely an excited father to your sparklings, you will need to make sure he doesn't teach them to be troublemakers because HE WILL raise them into little fuckin risk takers

BUMBLEBEE

Unfortunately he would not be able to learn your language since there are no tameranean radio stations.. but hey you can still kiss him!

once he gets to know you and where you're from, he's a huge fangirl I think

definitely hypes you up and praises you when you chuck a car at a deception or something. Once he knows you're probably as strong as they are, you guys do some cool combos out in the battlefield.

power couple !?!?!

jokingly does a little bow every time he greets you, then crushes you in a hug. Probably plays some cheesy line from some radio station

he lovesss how you're so kind and compassionate to species you don't know and a planet that isn't yours, but also the fact that you're brave in the face of danger. He knows you can defend yourself and still come back to give him a lil kiss afterwards

he asks if you can carry him. you probably lift him up by one hand and he's going crazy that you might drop him.

you will both learn about Earth together, as well as each other's home planets :3

laying out in the middle of nowhere, staring at the stars and reminiscing about your home? of course

he'd be sooo nervous about sparklings, nervous but excited. He'd be the most caring boyfriend and equally as caring father

thinks your sparklings are the cutest ever ever

Hi!, can I get some headcanons of transformers one character being jealous and the reader teases them.

D-16, Orion, Sentinel, Badassatron, and elita.

TF-ONE X READER

I tried to make this silly I'm feeling silly...enjoy

Post includes all of above :3

D-16

Tries to act unaffected by it, but doesn’t make a huge deal

Usually

He’s usually nice about it

Let’s say a bot is being really friendly with you, they’re making you laugh and everything. D sees from the distance, then comes up to you. Placing a servo against the small of your back-frame. “Heyy what’s so funny? I want to hear too :)”

He’s forcing a smile so bad.

He’s harmless, man, he trusts you completely

If another bot is for real flirting with you though, he's going to be so passive-aggressive

It’s more like he wants ur attention lol

If you teased him about it he’s going to deny it so hard

"What? No, no no.. I’m not jealous..pfft"

If you’re extra sweet maybe he’ll admit it

NOO y/n.. I’m funnier than them anyway.. I’m cooler too..

Orion

Don’t get jealous often either

He trusts you, he’s trustful of most bots

He gets jealous when you don't give him enough attention too

You’ll be talking to someone and he’ll just be in the background like,

“I’m..Y/N? Hey I..y/n? Uhm..I'm..right here..”

He’s so awkward, he doesn’t want to be rude to either of you but he’s lonely!!

If you tease him about looking sad when you’re not looking at him all the time, he’ll softly scoff.

"Well...yeah. They were flirting with you.."

sad puppy eyes

"Orion..they were asking me about Sentinels speech yesterday.."

"Oh...sorry."

eughhh

Sentinel

Oh boy

It’s a mix of irritation and jealousy

Why are you looking at someone else! When you can be looking at him!

He might be an attention seeker. He’ll just say things to catch your attention.

“Hey sweetspark, come look at my new paint job!” He calls you over as you're busy talking to someone else, he looks exactly the same btw

If you teased him I feel like he’ll take it way too seriously

“Jealous? What is there to be jealous of?? I’m literally Sentinel??”

But then his insecurity starts

“Wait…do you like talking to them more?”

evil sad puppy eyes

He'll only be content if you feed him compliments. Also erm..never talk to that bot again

#toxic

If he can’t demote the bot he was jealous of, he’ll try to one-up them, otherwise they are FIRED

After he gets over it he’ll be extra affectionate. You also get affectionate when you tease him so maybe it’s not so bad after all

insert makeout session

B-127

Badassatron

He’s definitely a bit attention and touch-starved after being stuck in low levels for who knows how many years

It’s only logical that he’s glued to your side for the rest of your life

If he’s jealous it’s very obvious. He tries to do something to get your attention or awkwardly stands there

Hey y/n look at this! - Does a backflip and falls

Tease him about it and he gets flustered

"Whattt? No, I’m not jealous!" He lets out a cocky laugh

“Ok maybe a little..”

Kiss his faceplate all over and he’s yours

He's definitely the least harmful

If he's jealous about a bot he particularly dislikes or they're flirting with you out and about, he might be more passive-aggressive about it

"Hey don't mean to intrude or anything, but uh, I'm kinda busy with my PARTNER. And by PARTNER I mean we're together. Yeah, uh huh! So, if you don't mind, my PARTNER and I are going to ignore you now. Since we're y'know..busy being together."

Elita

She’s smug about her jealousy, but only you could tell

“No, I’m not jealous. What makes you think that?”

Meanwhile, she’s giving the nastiest glare to the other bot.

“You really need to stop bringing their hopes up. Did you hear the way they were flirting with you?”

“Elita...they were just thanking me."

“Don’t even look at them actually"

If you tease her, she either denies it or is very proud

Like yeah she got a little jealous, she has such an amazing partner and anyone in their right mind would see that too.

Or no..she's definitely not jealous. She's just speaking her mind

Bayverse Optimus, ratchet, Ironhide, and jazz reaction to older sibling of Sam accidentally spotting them when they were hiding from his parents and they go,

"...I know damn well sam's behind this and I'm going with him, would that be alright with you? By the way im (Name), what's your name? :))"

They're somehow calm and it's mostly cause they know that their little brother has the tendency to be stuck in... Strange situations. But they won't lie that they felt shocked when they saw stories tall robots at their backyard, but hey they look nice

this ended up being just a generally non-scared sibling of Sam's meeting the bots, hope thats okay. thanks for the request :)

Warnings: SFW, swearing (only Jazz's part), GN human reader

Optimus:

After initial vague hushing motions, you get the whole ‘autonomous mechanical lifeforms’ speech. As this… Optimus Prime, he says, gives you the speech, he’s kneeled before you, optics bright. You assume he’s crouched like that to lessen the height difference, but it’s making it very hard not to feel embarrassed. 

“What your brother is currently searching for is crucial to our mission on planet Earth, and your cooperation would be greatly appreciated.” The reverberating echo commands your attention, no matter how much you want to be anywhere but under his scrutinizing gaze.

The less ruly part of you urges you to say, ‘whatever you want, you unfortunately attractive robo-alien’ but you settle on, “Let me know if there’s anything I can do for you.” He smiles at your response, and you think your heart just fluttered.

The shorter gunmetal gray one scoffs, “You could hurry up your littermate.”

Optimus leans back just enough to shoot a glare and speak low in threat, “Ironhide…”

Ratchet:

“I don’t really know what my brother has gotten himself into, but I’d like to keep an eye on him. I’m sure you understand?” You really hope his facade as an emergency vehicle isn’t just a facade. 

“I understand better than any bucket of bolts here,” the medic's voice is gruff as he pats off some imaginary dust from his forearm. One of the other aliens offers a nasty look at being referred to in such a way but says nothing, turning back to their leader. You sigh in relief, crouching on the torn lawn. Rubbing your temples, you wonder what terrible thing your brother must have done to incur this… situation. 

Before you can mourn not keeping a tighter leash, Ratchet’s face is suddenly much closer than comfortable. You fall back, only your nails digging into the cool dirt keeping you sitting upright. The glow of his optics covers your body in a soft light, as he… sniffs?

“Your levels of cortisol are surprisingly low compared to previous native encounters.” 

Ironhide:

“Ironhide, please stop exhibiting your arms to the human.” The weapons specialist groans at the almost parent-like scolding from his leader, his cannons disappearing under a kaleidoscope of moving parts and back into his arms. 

“Just showin’ off, Prime,” Ironhide chuckles at the semi truck’s scorn, but his optics never leave your face. 

“Hey, would you stop trying to seduce them? It’s getting really freaky.” Sam’s voice raises in pitch and tempo in that particular way that tells you he’s beyond stressed. Though any threat from him with a chihuahua in his arms is pretty pathetic, it’s especially pitiful when aimed at a 20-foot-tall robot.

“I don’t thin-”

“So what if I was fleshy? Gonna stop me? You and what guns?” Oh, okay. Ironhide speaks amicably as he playfully leans towards Sam, who flinches back. You can do nothing but watch with your eyes and mouth wide open. 

“Optimus please get your boy away from my family, or you’re not getting those glasses.” 

Jazz: 

“No! Do not get in that car!” The squeal of your brother’s voice doesn’t hinder your motions in the slightest. You are 100% getting in that car, even if that car was just a giant alien a few moments ago. 

“I’ll- Disown you, or something!” He’s shouting from his window, completely disregarding the supposed alien leader’s attempts to shush him. 

“Yeah, sure, just make sure you do the dishes before you go to bed.” It’s not your fault you’ve always thought Pontiacs were sweet, and certainly not your fault if you choose to indulge every once in a while. Rationally, you have very little to worry about, you reason. If this alien wanted to kill you, he could have before showing you he can breakdance better than anyone you’ve ever seen besides being almost two stories tall.

“Don’t listen to his punk ass, ride with me.” And he bullies your brother? You have a strong feeling you’ll get along with Jazz.

Hello Rot! Could you do NSFW headcanons for Bayverse Optimus and Ironhide with a female human lover? Thank you!

Of course!! Thank you so much for the request, I adore these two so much, this is gonna be fun!

Optimus Prime:

It's no surprise... Optimus is very, very confident. He is a Prime after all!

He is very confident in his ability to please you in any way. But especially sexually.

He is, especially the first time you two are very intimate, very careful. He has no intention of hurting you ever, and would probably just pass away if he did.

He's a big guy, so no way you're taking all of him, I'm so sorry. But, he LOVES to watch you get off on him.

Is extremely smug as you grind against him and moan out for him. To him, there is nothing better than you sitting on him, grinding and calling out for him. Begging him, thanking him, unable to form complete sentences all because of him.

Even though he loves when you are loud and vocal, he is pretty quiet himself. He grunts and groans, and gives you low praises, but that's the extent of that.

Wants, no he NEEDS you to keep eye contact. He wants to see the look on your face when you cum. He wants to see your eyes on him at all times, he needs to know just how good he's making you feel.

If you like praise, you'll love him. He really loves to praise you and tell you how good you are! He wants you know that you're being good for him. All for him. Only for him.

Ironhide:

Ironhide is also very confident in how competent he is.

He isn't as confident at first, you are very small and a human, and that kinda worries him.

But as soon as you reassure him you're fine and will be fine, his worry is gone and his confidence is back!

Sorta kinda loves marking you up. Bruises, hickies, the whole nine, as long as you're okay with it! He likes the look on people's faces when they figure out who you've been with.

Very much loves receiving in any way, shape, or form, but also will Give All Day Long.

Can stay between your legs for hours. He ADORES the sounds you make, whining for him to let you cum. Which he will eventually let you do.

Slight edging and overstim is something he loves. Nothing too extreme, he doesn't want you to be uncomfortable, but he can't get enough of you're begging. Your voice is heavenly to him.

Tfp Megatron and Optimus w cybertronian crush who's nervous n fidgety around them and when they ask reader why it's actually cause they have a size kink

Nsfw please

i was writing these then had NO IDEA how to end them so if its abrupt i apologize. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: NSFW, GN Bot reader

Megatron:

Of course you would have the taste to find his frame to be satisfying, his loyal Decepticon soldier. Truly, the only reason the title of second in command goes to Starscream rather than you, is for the sake of your own safety. There is not a single spark more worthy of being by his side. But why waste yours in meaningless battles when that treacherous seeker will fill the spot and leave you unharmed.

Megatron is sure of himself when these thoughts surrounding you cross his mind, it’s hard not to be certain of how far he would go to protect you when you are so lovely taking his spike beneath him.

Any words you attempt to utter are rendered merely broken whines on the warlord’s audials, only the sounds accompanying them being his own grunts and the sound of his spike sinking into your valve.

Your optics are half lidded, mouth agape in a beautifully blissed out expression that has him fighting a grin with gritted teeth. He has half the mind to bear down over you, press his chassis over yours to bring his spark as close as possible to yours as he can. To hold you down and show you what unimaginable strength a frame like his holds, but you seem to be enjoying things as they are and with the current position, he can watch your heat envelope his spike as you greedily buck your hips.

Optimus:

There is no room for lies when his optics meet yours, and that’s what has him sheepishly admitting to himself that he also finds his relatively large size pleasing. 

Something about the way your smaller frame drives him to swear to destroy all that threatens your happiness, something about the way he can pick you up by your hips and bring you into him easily during private moments like these leave the Prime invigorated. 

Nothing in this universe could touch the pure unadulterated hunger he has for you as he pushes your back to the wall, your pedes secured around his hips. Not the voice that reminds him of his duties, not the one calling him to be gentle, he knows that’s not what you want anyways. 

Even if he could not read between the lines of your previous nervous behaviors, he would have noticed by now. 

The size of his spike against your open interface has you groaning, your dainty servos digging into his chassis, begging him to do something about the indescribable heat between the two of you. 

He relents, pressing his spike into you with one languid movement. The warmth from before rages into an unstoppable fire within his chassis, the feeling of your valve tight on his spike enough to force him to push the servo not holding you up to bear his weight against the wall. The room is filled with your admittedly alluring whining invents as you accommodate his size. Optimus waits, enraptured enough to feed his patience for eternity as long as he could watch your face through it all.

How about Prime having to seduce reader to stop reader from leaving especially when he has made it explicity clear that reader will not leave the base. (maybe dominating Prime with F!human reader, TFP)?

I know this may be a bit far from what you wanted, but I feel like when Optimus is mad, he's hurting himself more than anyone else. The only way I could see him genuinely getting mad and it leading to something NSFW would be if the anger was directed inwards, rather than at reader. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: NSFW, GN AFAB Human reader, angsty??, unedited

Optimus Prime knows you deserve more than this; more than being cooped up in some abandoned human munition storage facility. You are a civilian of your people, unaccustomed to conflict of this level and its weight on personal freedom. Even knowing this, Optimus can’t help the burden on his spark when he has to deny your requests to simply live your life as any other human could, and the frustration when you refuse to abide by his command and put yourself in danger.

The worst of it all is that Optimus finds himself conflicted when he thinks of whether or not he would put you through it all again if it meant keeping you close. 

Your body is pliable and soft, a strong contrast from your frequent bouts of staunch insubordination. His digits press into the plush skin of your hips as he raises you off his spike, and lets you fall back down surrounding the sensitive organ with your warmth. Your back arches and your head is thrown back as you accommodate him.

Freedom is the right of all sentient beings–the statement he’s used beyond what could be considered tolerable–is meant to be the culmination of all his views, all his beliefs. He can only blame his weak self for the tightening in his chassis when he considers your life without his involvement. You would be free to express yourself, choose where to live, who to live with, and maybe even fall in love with.

Regret immediately seeps into his mind with the final thought, followed swiftly by anger. You don’t deserve to be tethered to him, and he has no right to make the leash tighter.

But here he is, pressing your body onto his spike, whispering your name like he has any right to say it. The malleable heat of your walls clench around him as he continues his thrusts up into you. Your lips are parted in an ignorant ecstasy, completely unfettered by inner strife. 

Even after the two of you reach release, the ebbing pain remains deep in Optimus’ spark chamber.

Bayverse Optimus, crosshairs, and drift w nb cybertronian crush who's fidgety and nervous around them only for reader to tell them it's cause they have a size kink

But make it NSFW

I said this on previous posts, but I forgot to mention on my rules I haven't watch past movie 3. So I'm going to skip doing Crosshairs and Drift for this one. Thanks for the request :)

Warnings: NSFW, GN bot reader

Optimus has never considered himself specifically physically imposing. Maybe because defeating Megatron and keeping the Autobots together consumed most of his time, never leaving much free time to ponder his image. 

But now, he thanks the All Spark for the larger frame he was forged in, especially if it keeps your thighs twitching around his helm and your voice crackling with static between whimpers and moans. 

You look beautiful with your helm thrown back, mouth wide in ecstasy, and your servos grasping at his finials as you blindly grind your exposed interface into his faceplates. Both your frames are rushing to expel the extra warmth generated in heated exvents, but Optimus never lessens the intensity of his ministrations. He can’t bring himself to, not when your hips fit so perfectly in his servos, and certainly not when you're letting him maneuver your smaller frame as he pleases. It’s just nice to not have to fight to get what he wants for once. 

When you do come undone on his glossa, Optimus wonders if you’d be receptive to taking his spike. It’s almost painfully pressurized behind his modesty panels, and every part of his body begs him to let it out and have his way with you. 

The thought of bending you over the nearest surface and curling his much larger body over yours as he ruts into your valve, that now glistens with his oral lubricants, crosses his mind and lingers, and by the hazy look in your optics, you seem receptive to whatever's got his digits digging into your hips.

Hi there! I found your blog not long ago and I wanted to say that I love your work! I saw your requests were open, so hopefully this is okay. (This is also my first request like this EVER, so I'm sorry if I'm super awkward or unclear lol;;;; )

TFP OP x human!fem!reader. The reader is shy but tries to help around the base, and make everyone smile. She develops feelings for Optimus and is interested in a relationship with him; but, due to said shyness and a fear of rejection, she keeps the feelings to herself and it's a huge pining situation. Maybe those feelings grow to wanting something more intimate over time.

I hope this makes sense! Thank you! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

TFP Optimus x human!fem!reader

Hi! I got your other ask as well and its all good! Thank you for requesting! I hope I've done your first request justice :)

Warnings: Suggestive (more towards the end, but mostly SFW)

Word count: 703

Since you've been taken in by the Autobots, you've made it your duty to repay their kindness in the upkeeping of their base. You're not the talkative type, often keeping to yourself and avoiding confrontation. And helping with maintenance allows you to avoid the others.

You would watch as the other humans would go on missions and help save the planet, but you were more than happy to stay behind to clean and organise equipment. Some would call you the human equivalent of Ratchet, except less grumpy and more reserved in nature. The cleaning gave you something to focus on, mainly when your thoughts drifted to a particular red and blue mech.

You couldn't help yourself. Optimuss's strong and bold personality resonates with everyone he meets. He displays it with such gentle kindness, and you fall for him. You're in love with him. You're so fucking in love with him that it hurts. It hurts because you know he could never love a human in the same regard you have for him. So, you transform that pain into something actually useful. Instead of daydreaming about him confessing to you, you grab a mop and a bucket of water and clean the base's dirty floor.

Dip. Squeeze out the water. Mop. Repeat.

Giving the concrete one last sweep, you stand back and admire your handy work. It took you nearly the whole afternoon, but the way the floor glistens and shines is worth it. Kneeling on the mint-condition floor, you run your hand across the smooth surface, gazing at your reflection. It is near damn perfect, almost as perfect as the sculpted face of Optimus staring back at you. You are about to run your hand across your star-crossed lover until your hand freezes. You're not hallucinating from the cleaning chemicals. That's his reflection.

You jump out of your skin and fall backwards. Your eyes shoot up to meet the glowing azure optics that belonged to Optimus Prime. He's crouched down over your comparatively petite frame, giving you a questionable look.

"I'm sorry. I did not mean to startle you." Optimus lends you his servo. You're hesitant but accept the offer, and he quickly pulls you off the ground and onto your shaky legs. He notices and keeps a servo wrapped around your hand to keep you steady, "Are you alright?"

No, I'm holding your hand, you think to yourself.

"I'm fine, thank you." You feign a laugh as your face flushes. He is so close to you that you could genuinely touch his face for real if you wanted to. His grip on your hand is firm, and the size difference makes you swoon internally, "You gave me a fright, though."

"That was not my intention," He chuckles, and it's like music to your ears, "I could not help but admire your skills. This place has not been this pristine in years."

Don't freak out, but Optimus just gave you a compliment.

"Oh! Thank you." You say as you withdraw your hand, overcome with bashfulness. You swear you could see a glint of disappointment in his optics as you did so, "It's not much, honestly… I'm surprised you even noticed."

Optimus gives you a gentle smile and returns to his pedes, "It is difficult not to. You've done a fine job, Y/n."

He turns his back to you, and you can see the hesitance in his stance as he turns his helm to look over his shoulder at you.

"Perhaps you could… assist me in cleaning my quarters someday." He casually says as he saunters off to the base computer.

You're thankful that Optimus wasn't looking at you because the amount of blood rushing to your face, and surprisingly to another region of your body, is embarrassing. You were curious to know if he was flirting with you or if you took his words in a completely different context. Either way, you hastily pick up the bucket and mop and power walk to the nearest janitor's closet.

"Is she alright?" A curious Bulkhead asks as he witnesses the whole thing, "She looked kinda… red."

Optimus focuses on the screen before him, a slight smirk on his dermas, "I only startled her, I believe she will be ok."

(please reblog this only so I can reach as many people as I can to get more answers)

TF NSFW Headcanons #2 - Optimus Prime

Warnings: sub/bottom Optimus Prime + heavy praise kink + breeding kink + he's so malewife + size kink + lots of kissing + rough sex + oral fixation + slight humiliation kink + he's such a whore for praise + i hope you guys like transforming trucks

A/N: The interpretation is up to the reader, but I was imagining idw Optimus while making this.

-> Frame Optimus is your type of mech if you like big, beautiful mechs who are most likely stronger than you. Optimus has wide, heavy set hips and thick white thighs that many of his berth partners ask him to suffocate their heads with. He has a wide and heavy chassis that's warm and soothing to the touch especially due to the matrix inside of him. His finials are actually very sensitive and he loves to have his partners tug on them as he whines a bit. His deep baritone is so soothing to listen to, and sounds heavenly when he lets out long moans or the occasional whine or whimper when he's overstimulated.

Optimus' array is exactly what you'd expect from a mech of his size. His spike is quite proportionate, the same gray color as his faceplate with red and blue strips of biolights decorating it. His valve is so pretty, a blue color with blue pulsing biolights and a bright red node which also happens to be very big, drawing his partner's attention. Optimus' valve is plush and deep, softly massaging his partner's spike as they sink themselves in as far as they can. His matrix-powered frame has built in magnets that makes his valve suck in his partner's spike even deeper and stimulates their spike.

-> Breeding If there's anything you want to do with Optimus during interface to guarantee that he'll overload is to promise to breed him. This kink shows when Optimus hears his conjunx talk about how they'll fill his gestation tank up with their transfluid and have him carry their sparkling, he doesn't take it as a threat, he takes it as a promise. When his conjunx finally frags him just how he likes it, his deep moans fill the room as his valve takes the spike inside of him deep. Once his conjunx announces that they'll breed him well and good, no matter how close or far he is from his overload, he will overload so hard that he might just short circuit, his HUD flashing with warnings of overheating. Finally, the feeling of transfluid filling his gestation chamber is so euphoric that depending on how far off he is, might result in an overload so powerful it causes his whole systems to reboot. This kink makes mating press is his favorite position<3

-> Size Kink Optimus has a size kink but not in the way that many people would think. Optimus doesn't care too much about the size of his partners, but he definitely enjoys when his partners can manhandle and dominate him, especially when they're smaller than him. He loves to see his smaller partners on top of him as they push him into whatever surface they're interfacing on and just frag him so hard that his helm is left spinning. His smaller partners get an ego boost when they see how compliant the Prime is for them that it riles them up, giving them the energy to last longer in Optimus' tight valve as they tease him about how desperate he is for a mech that's almost half his size. It makes him burn with humiliation yet he just can't get enough of it.

-> Oral Fixation Optimus loves to have something filling his mouth. He gets easily excited when his partner brings their servo up to his mouth and presses their digits into his intake, prodding at his glossa. He'll gladly choke on those digits if his partner wishes so. Even more gladly, he enjoys sucking spike. He'll worship any spike in front of him no matter the size, his glossa working itself up and down the spike's length, deepthroating it as far as he can. And he will take all of it. He lets out adorable moans as he bobs up and down on the spike in front of him, making sure to pleasure his partner. Even he gets off on it, his charge quickly raising as he services the spike in front of him. And if his partner fucks his mouth? He'll absolutely lose it. Optical fluid will streak down his face as he lets out choked moans, his partner ramming their spike down his intake. His panel will retract and his lubricant will drip onto the surface below as he tries desperately to not touch himself.

-> Kissing Connecting to his oral kink, Optimus loves to kiss his partner. It's embarrassing for him to admit, but intense makeout sessions is one of his biggest kinks. The way that his partner's glossa invades his intake, wrestling Optimus' own glossa for control. Optimus gets so light headed that all he can do is whimper into the kiss as he allows himself to be dominated. He enjoys it at any pace, whether the glossa invading his intake is slow and loving or rough and passionate. He could very well overload just from the feeling of his intake being assaulted by a highly skilled glossa, bonus points if the mech is holding his hips or waist tightly as they grind their leg against Optimus' panel.

-> Praise Optimus has a praise kink. No arguments. The poor mech has the weight of the whole world on his shoulders, his autobots always looking up to him as their leader, all his enemies wanting his head, it's just so much for him to deal with! But whenever his partner has their servos roaming his frame as they coo into his audials of how much of a good bot he his, how beautiful he is, he'll be putty in their hands. He always whines when he's being praised because he truly doesn't think he's deserving of it :(. Optimus loves being praised while sucking spike because it makes feel so good. To just swirl his glossa around a spike as his partner grunts above him, praising him for all the hard work he's putting into servicing them. It always gives him this fuzzy feeling in his processor and is the easiest way to get him deep into subspace.

TF Titty Headcanons Pt. 1

❏* — warnings — sub/bottom characters(autobots) + dom/top reader + robo titties(duh) + nipple piercings + lactation + breastfeeding kink + rough sex + degradation + praise + breeding kink + heat cycles + i love giving them sappy nicknames + prowl needs his own warning

❏* — a/n — if I have to be plagued with horny thoughts then you guys will suffer too

also, I'm willing to take more requests on which characters(especially decepticons) I should do for part 2 ^-^

➾ AUTOBOTS

✦ Optimus - As the leader of the autobots and one of the last living Primes, it shouldn't come as any surprise that Optimus is well-endowed. His tits are large and bouncy— they defy gravity in every sexy way possible. The Prime's chest is a white-ish color, plush and pillowy, a perfect to touch and perfect to cuddle.

Before becoming a Prime, his boobs were already big but now, they produce mineral-rich energon. He sometimes finds himself upgrading his chassis armor because his tits often press up on his windshields, sometimes popping his chassis armor. On rare occasions, he might even be lactating— It's very distracting, and he always gives embarrassed yet wholehearted apologies whenever his fellow autobots are met(blessed) with the sight. It might even happen that one of the decepticons he meets on the battlefield start tripping over themselves as they gawk at his chest.

Optimus lets out low, silky moans whenever his tits are fondled, his audials twitching with sensitivity. He's very open about his tits. He has no problem with his berth partners wanting to grope them, even suckle on them. If his partner wanted to, he would absolutely let them lay him out on his spinal strut just to fondle and suck on his nozzles, drawing out any energon they can find. It's a bit embarrassing for Optimus to admit, but it's not too hard for him to overload just from having his refineries played with. All Optimus needs is the feeling of having servos grabbing his plush chest and constantly rubbing his nozzles, maybe even his partner clamping their dentae down hard on his nozzle for him to let out undignified sounds and squirting all over himself.

As much as Optimus enjoys having warm servos massage his tits with care, his moans go up a pitch when his tits are bruised and left with marks from sharp dentae. Whether his partner apologizes for their rough treatment or not, they definitely knew that the Prime got a little wetter from it.

✦ Ratchet - Ratchet has huge tits and I will die on that hill. No doubt about it. Ratty's tits are a dark gray, matching his faceplate. They're big and hefty, hard for a mech of even his size to cup them fully into their hands. While he would rather die than admit it, he definitely loves to have his tits played with.

As a medic, Ratty's boobs produce much more energon than your regular cybertronian, which causes him to need to milk them often. Whenever he starts producing extra energon, it's always a pain to deal with because it leaves his poor tits swollen, nearly pressing up against his windshield, and so sensitive when he ends up leaking energon. It's so hard for him to milk his tits on his own so whenever he's at his most frustrated and sensitive state, he has to begrudgingly go to another trusted mech for help. Even though he insists on it being strictly professional, his cute whimpers and the dark blush on his face always betrays his neediness.

During the war, Ratty was definitely known for not only being the best medic Cybertron has seen, but the medic with tits that make the sweetest tasting energon. Whenever he's treating his patients, almost all of them ask if he could provide some energon for them with his generous breasts. Even though they try their best to be subtle about it(except for the most shameless mechs), Ratchet always knows their reasons, but he'll still provide it anyway because it's in his nature to help others. He just has to make sure not to get release his panel and reveal his already drooling valve during the feeding, which is going to be really tough for him.

✦ Drift/Deadlock - Drift's tits aren't the biggest but not the smallest(definitely bigger than Rodimus' though) , but there's still nothing about them that you can't not love. His protoform there is a darker color just like his faceplate, and sometimes flushes a cute pinkish color. Drifty has very sensitive tits and will let out a little squeal if they're groped too roughly. He's not too keen on showing his chest to anybot, especially when he still went by Deadlock, due to his more private nature. But when he has a partner to show them off, they are one lucky mech.

Whenever someone is mindful with how they treat Drifty's tits, massaging them softly, rubbing their digits over his nozzles with practiced care, he absolutely melts in pleasure. He lets out small eeks of pleasure while his finials twitch in response to the stimulation, his frame shivering like a turbo-rabbit . His whines and slight pouts are so attractive whenever his tits are played with. Drifty tries so hard to seem like he's unaffected but it's so hard for him to do when both his faceplate and his tits are both flushed pink with energon.

When he was known as Deadlock, even in bed, he would be known for being feisty and a little too eager to bite. But the moment servos are on his tits and slowly groping them, he gives up all resistance and tries his best to stop the little moans threatening to come out from his vocalizer. He'll still have a look that screams "make fun of me about this and the last thing you'll see will be my gun" but it'll be softened by his half-shuttered optics and and his breathy whines tumbling from his intake.

✦ Rodimus - definitely has small tits. And he is proud of them!!! He loves to show off his tits to his partners in berth and has possibly opened up his chestplate to show them off to any crewmates that flatter him enough more than once, maybe even let them cop a feel. His boobs are a white color similar to his faceplate. He has very perky nozzles and he will whimper when they're tugged on. Even though his tits are smaller than the average cybertronian's, they're still just so adorable, especially with the way his nozzles slightly flush blue when he's aroused.

Roddy knows that people are into his tits and he uses it to his advantage. Whenever Magnus is boring him to death with reports on ship maintenance or whatever, he shoves the datapad or anything that Magnus is holding in his servos, brings the huge mech's helm down to his level, and pushes his tits into Magnus' face with a cute little "ta-da!". There isn't much to push into the big mech's face but nonetheless, it's effective. He would giggle a bit and ask Mags if he liked his tits and Rodimus is left with a short-circuiting Ultra Magnus to explain to everyone. He's tried that move on Megatron too, but it's sadly not as effective on him, though the ex-warlord definitely does enjoy the view.

✦ Prowl - This praxian definitely has huge tits-- that's what his bumper is for. Now his bumper is great and Prowl definitely carries it with pride, but his titties are the real star of the show. His protoform are a dark gray compared to his faceplate. Unlike most mechs, Prowler has custom nozzle piercings: a pair of gold piercings(they cost him a mean amount of credits) and a pair of silver hoops. He switches between pairs each day. They're so big that he sometimes has a bit of trouble transforming his bumper over them. He loves to tug on them while he fingers himself silly because the pain is so delicious that even a few tugs can get his pathetic spike overloading and his messy valve squirting.

While Prowler berths very few partners, he loves to get his tits fucked by a spike big enough to reach past his cleavage and into his open mouth. Whenever his partner tugs on his nozzle piercings while fucking his tits and hisses out some degrading words, Prowl's vocalizer lets out a whoreish squeal-- he probably overloaded right then and there. Prowl for sure loves his titties. He may not be on Starscream's level of narcissism(no one can reach his level), but he sometimes like to check himself out in a mirror or camera to admire his busty chest, groping himself and gently tugging on his piercings as he begins to pant and his fans click on. It's at times like this that he often dreams about being subjected to obscenely kinky scenarios: his tits being bitten down on harshly as he's forced to continue riding his partner's monstrous length, his partner hooking up pumps to his nozzles to activate his energon lactation and leave him hooked up with multiple vibrators stuffed up his valve and aft and left overloading silly for hours, or being left in a dirty alley during his heat cycle, all his panels open while he drips energon from his tits and his pussy leaks lubricant all over the ground as he's left in a spike-hungry state, just about willing to let anyone fuck him as long as they'll ruin his pussy and fill his gestation tank with transfluid.

PLEASE I LOVE THIS FATHER DAUGHTER MOMENT WITH MIC (my oc) AND OPTIMUS

To Be a Father

A/N: I am pleasantly surprised at how well this turned out, and I must say I believe it to be one of the best that I’ve written! Hopefully you’ll think the same, haha.

Happy Father’s Day to all you dads out there. You rock. <3

Title: To Be a Father

Summary: Optimus spends the day with you by the lake.

Words: 3048

It wasn’t often that Optimus Prime got a day off from his duties, but when he did, each time was more likely than not going to be spent with you. In previous years it had proved quite difficult to do so, as you had school to attend and lived with your family in an entirely different state, but as soon as you turned eighteen you took up an apprenticeship at NEST. Your brother, Sam, had also been offered one, but apparently he much preferred the quiet life as opposed to you, who took up the aspiration to somehow be involved in the military as soon as all things Cybertron came to Earth. Of course, Optimus adored the extra time he got to have with you, but he vaulted straight into what Will and Epps had dubbed his ‘Daddy Mode’ any time something even partially dangerous cropped up and completely refused when you asked to join him. You still shivered at how mad he’d been that one time when he’d discovered how you’d sneaked out of the Base to follow him and the other ‘Bots… granted, he’d only discovered you because a Decepticon had somehow managed to slice through your upper arm, and that was most likely the reason why he’d been so mad and refused even more from thereon after… but, still. You’d joined for the whole military experience, and that certainly wasn’t what you were receiving. 

It had come as somewhat of a shock at the beginning when Optimus began to act as though he were your father. After all, who could get used to seeing a robot look after a human as though she were his own? Nevertheless, that shock had subsided almost five years ago. Now, it would be a surprise if the alien Commander didn’t treat you as he did. Everyone had accepted it, and it was practically custom at the Base to expect nothing less than Optimus being the one they go to when something concerned you.

He was your guardian, no doubts about it, and neither of you would have it any different.

“I can’t throw this to you!”

Lake Chelan was beautiful on a summer’s day. The cool, blue-grey water glistened in the evening sun, dancing on the the small ripples of waves as they glossed over the surface. The trees surrounding it rustled in the warm breeze, leaves toppling off and floating down to the grassy ground where they lay surrounded by wild flowers and mounds of dew-dropped blades of emerald.

Both you and Optimus had first visited it when exploring the new Headquarter’s surroundings in Washington. Thankfully, it had been winter at the time, so the place had been empty enough that nobody noticed the thirty-two foot alien robot trekking through the trees with a human sitting on his right shoulder, and the two of you had been able to explore as thoroughly as possible. It must have been on the third trip to the lake that you’d stumbled - and quite literally at that. Optimus had tripped over a fallen log and barrelled straight through a rather large canopy of trees and bushes - across what you’d since dubbed your ‘secret hideaway’. It was a beautiful area of the lake which had seemed pretty undisturbed, housing all sorts of creatures that unfortunately ran as soon as Optimus came crashing through their home. It was overgrown, dotted with flowers which were all the colours of the rainbow, right next to the glittering lake, and it was utterly beautiful. Optimus had done his best to arrange all the trees and such back into the places they had previously been so that it would remain a secret to everybody but the both of you, and, so far, even after four or so years, neither of you had encountered anyone else in that part of the lake. 

Today was one of those rare days in which the Prime has been given a day off, along with many other men at NEST. It was what the humans called ‘Father’s Day’, and those who had children to return home to had been granted permission to do so. Optimus was no exception. He had bustled you into his truck and sped off towards Lake Chelan with absolutely no sign of hesitation, and the two of you had been there for six hours, now. The sun was beginning to set, casting a magnificent glow over the shining lake and painting a gorgeous canvas of reds and oranges and yellows in the clear sky. He doubted the both of you would get home at all tonight, if your complete lack of boredom had anything to say about it, but he couldn’t admit that he cared that much. He did not mind where he was, as long as he was with you, and you were happy. The moment he returned home, work and his duties would slap him right back in the face.

“Of course you can.”

“No, I can’t. This is Will’s ball, and I’m not gonna return it to him, completely squashed, with a crappy explanation like ‘I threw it to Optimus and he burst it’.” You gave the ‘Bot a look, hugging the blue blow-up ball to your chest, and Optimus chuckled. He was sat on the ground, one leg stretched out in front of him while the other was bent at the knee, and both arms braced on the grass behind him. He was the most relaxed he’d been in quite a while, and most stoic generals who marvelled at the Autobots every time they visited NEST would more than likely feel faint at one sight of the position the stern and battle-ready robot was currently in. 

He shook his head. “You over-estimate my strength,” he told you, and you scoffed.

“Nobody can over-estimate your strength.” You turned and threw the ball in the air. “We’ll have to find a bigger ball.”

“One that is not plastic.”

“And one that won’t burst at a slight touch of your finger.”

Optimus smiled. “We best get to searching once we return, then.”

You mirrored his smile, throwing the ball once again. A bird flew over you, followed by a couple of what you supposed to be its babies, and you couldn’t help but laugh as Optimus immediately moved his head, not fancying another case in which birds attempted to nest on him. Waking up with an itching feeling and reaching his hand up only to pull back in surprise when the ruffle of feathers and cacophony of chirping reached his audio receptors was not something he wanted to experience again. You had not stopped laughing for at least half an hour after while he sat, back resting against a tree, arms crossed over his chest and the most ill-tempered look on his face.

You threw the ball up once again and quickly clasped your hands together, bouncing it on your fists when gravity pulled it down. One of those hands immediately came up to clap over your mouth as the ball flew straight towards the Prime and hit him right in the optic. He made a shout of both surprise and discomfort, one of his flapping arms covering where it had hit. “Ow…”

“Optimus, I am soho sorry,” you apologised, though the giggles spilling from your mouth did not aid at all in moving that apology along the right path. “I didn’t- Ihihi didn’t mean to do thahat.” 

Optimus grumbled something in Cybertronian under his breath. “When do you ever…” he muttered.

You shrugged. “At least it wasn’t the birds.”

The ‘Bot narrowed his optics and immediately made to leap up after you, causing you to squeal, turn around and dive into the water. Optimus’s mood changed immediately and he frantically shook his head, leaning forward and making a grab for you, but you were already completely submerged. “Those are the only clothes we have with us, Y/N,” he lightly scolded as you reached the surface and gasped for air, hair plastered over your grinning face.

“I don’t care! The water’s warm!”

“That is what you said the last time before you proceeded to come down with the influenza.” He heaved a sigh and leaned back, seeing that there was nothing he could do now. If you suffered through another nasty sickness, then he couldn’t say he hadn’t tried to stop you. 

“I’m gonna swim to the other side,” you told him, and he rose an optic ridge.

“Are you, now?”

Biting your lip, you swam up to the edge of the lake and crossed your arms over on the grass, resting your chin on top of them. “Optimus,” you said, gaining a very sweet smile, “can I swim to the other side of the lake? Pretty please?”

The Prime smiled. “Yes, but be careful out there. If you drown, do not expect me to save you.” He winked, cobalt optics twinkling mischievously, and you laughed.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less.” Before the Prime could question what exactly that meant, you were off. He shook his head fondly and gazed out across the lake, marvelling at the mountains in the distance as the slight wind breezed over him. His silent peace was swiftly interrupted, however, as he noticed an incoming call. Frowning, he accepted it quickly. “Optimus Prime,” he said as way of greeting, sitting up.

“Optimus, hi. It’s Ron. Ron Witwicky.” The ‘Bot visibly relaxed at that, having previously been worried that it may have been Ratchet or somebody back at Base, telling him he needed to return due to an emergency.

“Good evening, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “How may I help you?”

“Ah, I was just wondering if Y/N was anywhere nearby? I tried calling her mobile but she won’t answer.” Optimus glanced over at the backpack you’d thrown by a tree a little way off. No doubt your phone had been going off in there for a while, but when you were faced with nature - especially when you were with him - electronics no longer became a thing of existence to you.

“Yes, she is here, though…” He turned his head slightly, noticing how you were still splashing through the water. “I am afraid she is quite far out in the lake as of now.”

He heard Ron chuckle. “At Lake Chelan, are you?”

“We are, yes.” 

“Typical. Said she’d ring me this afternoon to wish me a Happy Father’s Day and it’s, what? Six pm, now?” He breathed a laugh, and Optimus could imagine him shaking his head fondly. “That girl, Optimus, I swear to God.”

The Prime smiled. “I apologise on her behalf, Mister Witwicky,” he said. “I shall remind her to call you once she gets back.”

“Yes, you do that, big guy. Tell her her dad’s been spending the day drinking beer and watching her mom’s channels on TV. Make her feel guilty.” 

Optimus threw back his head and laughed. “Oh, I will,” he said. “Where’s Sam?”

“With his girlfriend, I expect. He called in this morning, which was great, but it’s pretty tough not having a Father’s Day hug from my little girl for the first time ever.” Ron’s voice drifted off a little, and Optimus nodded to himself, completely understanding. You were, after all, his only daughter and youngest child. To have you living hours away from him must be extremely trying, for both you and your parents - and Sam, at that. Primus knew how difficult it was for him to cope when you had to leave to go back home and he knew that he would not see you for another few months. He could only imagine how your family felt.

“Of course,” he said understandingly, “though she will be visiting fairly soon, remember that. She misses you and her mother, also, as she does Sam. I am sorry it is proving hard for you.”

“Oh, don’t be sorry. She’s eighteen - I sometimes forget that’s how old she is - and she’s gotta go out and make her own way at some point, right? I’m damn happy she has you with her. If she didn’t… let me tell you, Optimus, both Judy and I would be worried sick. But the simple fact that you’re keeping an eye on her means the world to us.”

The Autobot smiled. “I assure you, Mister Witwicky, I am keeping both eyes on her. She is safe, and I’m sure it will give you great relief to know that she is very happy. She gets on tremendously well with the rest of the men, and, as you know, my ‘Bots are every bit as much her protectors as I am.”

“That means a lot, pal, thank you. It really does.”

“Hey, Optimus! There’re fish out here!” The Autobot glanced up as your voice echoed around the lake, and he smiled when he saw you out in the middle, treading water while you spun around, seemingly following the fish beneath you.

“See if you are quick enough to catch one for your dinner!” he called back, and if he was close enough he was positive he would have seen you roll your eyes. He heard chuckling on the other end of the line. “I assume you heard that?” he asked, and Ron’s laughter grew.

“I did, indeed. You wouldn’t think she was eighteen, would you?”

“No. She still has that flare of innocence and complete youthfulness that I remember seeing in her all those years ago.”

It was silent for a moment before the man spoke again. “We did good with her, didn’t we?” he said, and though Optimus sub-consciously frowned for a moment, wondering what he meant by ‘we’, he nodded.

“Yes,” he replied, “I believe we did.”

“You know, this is as much your Father’s Day as it is mine, Optimus.”

Ah. That must have been what he meant. Optics widening the smallest bit, he opened his mouth to speak before shutting it again and waiting a moment. “It… is?”

“Yeah, pal, of course. You’ve known her for as long as she can remember! You’re her guardian, her protector… she considers you her family. Hell, we all do. That kid wouldn’t be half the person she is today without your help, Optimus. You keep her out of trouble, both when she’s with you and when she’s here at home.” He paused for a second. “Do you remember that time she got so moody just because she missed you? She was fourteen, then.”

Optimus’s face softened as he immediately plunged back into some of the sweetest memories of his life. “I do,” he said. “Sam called me up and asked me to talk some sense into her, and I told her not to be upset on my account and to simply think about the fun we would have when she came to visit in the summer.”

“And she cheered right up,” Ron said, smile evident in his voice.

Optimus weakly shrugged. “Patience is not one of her strong suits.”

“Yeah, definitely not,” the man said with a laugh. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is… you are a father to her. Whether you like it or not, whether you meant for it to happen or not, you are, and you’re a pretty amazing one at that. I’m thankful for you, Optimus, really, I am. You’ve shone a light on our girl’s life that I would never have been able to put there alone. You devote a lot of your own life to her, even though you’re busy as hell, you reprimand her, praise her, look after her when she’s sick, teach her what’s right and wrong… sometimes I’m learning from you. You are what it means to be a father.”

Optimus was, quite honestly, a little lost for words. Of course, he had always seen himself as some sort of father-figure to you, but to hear your actual father say it himself meant more to him than he could ever have imagined. He’d always worried about it - about how much time he was spending with you compared to how much you were spending with Ron. Would he ever be jealous? Upset? Angry, even? That someone else had stepped into your life and was now sharing his role as father? He would never wish to take that away from either of you, but to completely give up this role would have been torture for him, so he hadn’t. And yet that thought had always been nagging in the back of his mind. Nevertheless, to hear that your father was, in fact, one hundred percent grateful and, in actuality, relieved for the support in raising you gave peace to his entire being.

A smile spread across his face, and he couldn’t help but sigh in what could only be relief. “I cannot explain in words what that means to me, Mister Witwicky. I hold what you have said very close to my spark, and I can only say that it is my absolute honour to be able to share this with you. I love helping in looking after your daughter, and I love her. More than I will ever be able to say. Thank you.”

“It’s nothing but my pleasure, Optimus, honestly. Who else can say they share fathering duties with an alien robot, huh?”

Optimus chuckled, turning his head to gaze out at the lake yet again and easily catching sight of you continuously diving under the water and resurfacing seconds later, apparently trying your luck at catching a fish. His smile widened. “Not many people, I would assume,” he said.

“She still swimming?”

“Yes, though I can call her back if you wish to speak with her now?”

“Oh, no, no. I want her to spend this day with at least one of her dads. I’ll call her later.”

The Prime nodded. “Alright. It was nice speaking with you.”

“And you. Happy Father’s Day, Optimus.”

Looking back across the lake once more, Optimus was surprised, to say the least, when he saw you splashing around in the water, a fish struggling in your hands. He rose an optic ridge, lost for words for a brief moment, before he blinked and shook his head, breathing a soft laugh.

Ah, the joys of fatherhood.

“Happy Father’s Day, Ron.”