#transformers prime x reader

[cyberrose2001]

Heyo there! I'm feeling stressed, Could I have some Op with a Cybertrionan reader, Op is distancing himself from the female reader and when she asks what's wrong he brushes her off? Until she eventually has enough, and snaps, and was met with Op snapping, Reader.is upset and apologizes before leaving

Skip to days later and reader ain't in base, Op regrets what he did and goes to readers house and tries to make it right?

Reader is human btw :">

“I’m sorry, but I need you”

TFP Optimus x gn! human! reader

Warnings: sfw, mostly fluff, very slight angst, confession.

Word count: 386

Tap tap.

“Y/n? Are you inside?”

Ah, fuck. He found you.

“Could you… come outside?” You hear the soft, rumbling voice gently vibrating your window.

Outside. Yeah. Outside is the last place you want to be right now, especially with Optimus, who had snapped at you days earlier. For no good reason, mind you.

It wasn’t your fault that he snapped at you.

But you feel like it is.

The Prime had been distancing himself from you, and now you bear the consequences of caring for someone you loved.

Sulking. In your room. With a twenty-foot-tall robot tapping against the glass window.

You didn’t indicate that you were present, apart from your car parked outside caked in snow. But he’s a persistant mech and starts to talk to you as if you’re listening.

“I see you have not left your house for a while now.” You hear him pause momentarily, “and it is confidence and shame to say that it is my wrongdoing.”

Oh, how very noble of you.

“I should not have snapped at you, and it is not your fault for concerning yourself with me.”

You’re damn right, Optimus.

“But I have had time to reflect on myself in your absence…” Another long pause, “your… painful… absence,” He says barely above a whisper.

“I’m sorry, but I need you.”

A soft gasp leaves your swollen lips, almost a sob, as you realise what he’s implying.

“So please,” A soft thud against the window, “return to base with me, and we can make it right… I’ll make it right.”

You squeeze the tear-stained blanket in your fist before ripping it off you with a soft sigh—a sigh of relief. Standing up with shaky limbs, you reach the curtains blocking the cold and rip them open, too.

And there he is, the tables turning as his helm presses against the glass, with him being the one sulking instead. A thin layer of white snow coated his kibble. He must’ve been out here for a while.

You unlatch the window, watching as he jerks back in surprise to see you. Reaching out, you touch his icy metallic face. A soft, familiar smile finally returns to you, and just for a moment, you’ve forgotten what this debacle was about as he leans against your warmth.

“I forgive you.”

#transformers x reader #transformers prime x reader #tfp x reader #tfp optimus x reader #human reader #sfw #fluff #angst #cyberrosewrites

[callsign-relic]

Hello! Can I get a romantic scenario of First Contact AU with Yandere TFP Optimus and female human? Maybe she's a bystander who caught his optics, and he decided she'd have a better life with him.

Like, look at this human nest he set up for you, right beside his own berth. There's even functioning water system, electricity, and all. Much better than your apartment, right?

Thank you!

Hi!! Thank you for being my first TFP Optimus request! And yandere on top of that?? AND FIRST CONTACT??? You have excellent taste >:)

It was fun exploring this kind of character for Optimus, I hope you enjoy!!

Warnings: SFW, Fem!Human!Reader, Yandere, First Contact AU, kidnapping

The moment Optimus laid his optics on you, he knew a helpless little creature such as yourself needed to be kept safe.

By sheer coincidence, you were caught in the crossfire of a battle between Optimus and a handful of Decepticons. You dodged and weaved between the heavy footfalls of the gigantic metal titans above you, trying to at least find a decent place to hide. Pieces of metallic armor clashed to the floor beside you as Vehicons fell left and right— the booming sound of the Prime’s blaster fire nearly rupturing your ears.

Black and purple obscures your vision as another ‘Con grunt crumbles to the floor in front of you, and you just barely manage to dodge out of the way. The moment you think you’re home free, however, a shadow casts itself over you, and you swallow as you dare to look up.

A grey pede, readying itself to land upon you.

The towering blue and red mech had cleared the area and was merely shifting his stance. He hadn’t the slightest awareness that you were there.

By reflex, you let out a shrill scream, cowering into yourself on the ground and hoping your demise is quick and painless—

But a deep tremor within the earth and the sound of clanging metal mere inches away from you allows you to let go of the breath you were holding.

Apprehensively, you lower your arms from your face and pry your eyes open, and you lock eyes with a steely blue stare. You’re practically directly under the metal titan, as he takes a step or so backwards to properly examine you.

Optimus was not aware that earth was populated with these… tiny, Cybertronian-like beings.

He suddenly drops to a crouch before you, and the breeze from his movement rushes past you, leaving you flinching and raising your arms to protect yourself once more. He removes his faceplate with a tinny click, and you can see his lips purse in curiosity as he tilts his helm. A massive black servo reaches down to your curled up body, and a finger longer than your entire form pushes its way up against you.

Slowly, your arms are forced away from your face, and you have no choice but to stare up at the alien mech with your stinging red eyes. Your chest trembles with your sobbing breaths as the giant above you studies you like you were a bug struggling to free itself from a web.

That massive digit pulls away from you with ease, but no relief comes to you as you watch it instead wrap around behind you. More of his fingers follow suit, and slowly, you’re lifted up higher and higher into the air until you can’t deal with it anymore and shut your eyes, hoping this was all some terrible nightmare that you needed to wake up from already.

Raising himself to his full height, with his free hand, Optimus presses his index finger into your stomach— prompting a little squeak to come from, what he assumed to be, your intake. You were so small in his hold. You rested nearly flat against his palm, yet that was still not enough to cover the expanse of it. And the way his finger only pushed further and further into you the longer he held it there, you were so… soft. Fleshy. Squishy. A texture unlike anything he had seen upon Cybertron.

A new sensation just barely registers itself into the nervecircuits on his finger, and he shifts his attention just a little to see your face. Your eyes were red and your cheeks were stained with an odd liquid trailing down them— that being the thing Optimus must have felt land on him just moments before. You open your mouth and out emerges a series of noises the Prime couldn’t understand. He wasn’t sure how to describe it— squeaks? Chirps? Trills, maybe? Whatever they were, they enraptured him, and the mech paid the utmost attention to how your mouth so perfectly formed around your noises.

You appeared to be so distraught, poor little thing. It made sense, you had nearly been crushed underpede, after all. The terrified look on your face tugged at Optimus spark in the worst way. “I am sorry, little one,” the Prime offers gently, dragging his finger up from your stomach onto your chest. Then, the mech’s optics widen as he sees your tiny hands reach up to grab the tip of his digit.

You struggle with all of your might to push his massive weight off from on top of you. You could barely breathe with such a pressure atop your lungs, and you shouted up at him to let go, or loosen up, anything.

Meanwhile, Optimus only finds himself further enamored.

Poor creature in his palm, finding no other comfort but in the unconventional hold you kept on his finger. He was right, you must have been utterly terrified at this moment. Optimus couldn’t live with himself if he just left you there.

A little organic, scared and alone, suddenly thrusted into a new world and surrounded by things you couldn’t begin to understand…

You would be much better off if you stayed with him. You would be kept perfectly safe under Optimus’ constant watch, never having to fear finding yourself caught between fights you had no place in. He didn’t know much about organics just yet, especially not of earth’s, but he would do the utmost to assure your comfort. You would never have to feel scared again.

And so, Optimus came to his decision.

He pulls his digit away from you once more, and for a moment, you think your pleads have come through to him. Though, you don’t even have a moment to attempt to communicate once more as you can hear the hydraulics of the mech’s fingers behind you suddenly start to shift. Slowly, you’re tilted within his hold as the digits wrap themselves around your body into a fist. Then, before you can even attempt to struggle against it, you’re brought down from his face and near his chassis. The only sight you’re met with is Optimus’ scratched windshield, and past that, the reflection of your own disheveled appearance. A surge of adrenaline rushes through you as you shout in his grip, doing anything you can to pull yourself free.

But as Optimus hears this, his spark only stings more. You were scared to death, and he knew that, the mech only wished he knew how to assure you that you were safe. He was taking you back to the base, the place where you would be safest of all. Actions spoke louder than words, he supposed— once he saw how well he would treat you, he knew you would eventually see a smile on your face.

With his free servo, Optimus raises it to his audial. “Ratchet, I am requesting a groundbridge at my coordinates. Additionally, I ask that you pull up any information we may have regarding organics and their natural habitats. I have one with me that you may wish to see.”

#relic writes #Transformers #Transformers x reader #reader insert #Transformers prime #Transformers Prime x reader #TFP #TFP x reader #Optimus prime #Optimus prime x reader #TFP Optimus #TFP Optimus x reader #TFP Optimus prime #TFP Optimus Prime x reader #Yandere Optimus prime

[yandere--stuck]

Safety Hazard - Yandere!TFP!Ratchet x Human!Reader

You can't move. Can't speak. Can't even turn your head as you stare straight above you. You're too tired, but can't seem to fall asleep, either. A permanent state of disorientation and exhaustion as you try to make sense of the blue lights shining above you.

You flinch when something cold and metal makes contact with your face, body breaking into shivers as goosebumps pimple up over your skin.

"You are so cute, human…" Ratchet sighs, voice near a purr rumbling throughout his body, even to the singular digit that softly traced your face.

He knows he should use your name, but something about addressing you as 'human' makes something in his spark fizzle and burn. His little human. Almost like a toy, with how you lay so still and pliant on his medical berth.

All his.

The human body is so interesting. What Ratchet finds most fascinating is how susceptible your species is to chemical mixtures. Muscle relaxants and sleeping medicines slipped into a drink or meal before the team is supposed to head out for the day…

Now, he finally has one-on-one time with you. He didn't have the courage to confess to you, yet. And he's even more embarrassed to confess to his friends that he had feelings for you. For a human.

So, really, this is just practice! Practice for when it was finally the right time to confess to you. And when if you rejected him, he would have these memories to sustain him. Or, at least, he hoped they would. He'd done this plenty of times now, after all. Another great weakness of the human mind was that it lacked reliability when it came to accuracy and storage of memory, unlike a Cybertronian's.

A dark pulse of shame at the thought echoes throughout Ratchet's frame. In fact, maybe… Maybe this should be the last time.

"I love you so much," Ratchet confesses softly, as if that makes up for it. Gently, he moves his digit to settle against one of your pliant hands. Reflexively, your fingers flex. A shudder quakes you. The closest thing he can get to holding hands with you.

Part of him holds back because he knows there's so little he can do with you. But, an old bot like him can dream, can't he? Can dream of being young again. Before the war. When he was young, full of life and full of love.

And as much as he knows it will probably never work and that he should stop, he can't help himself. Ratchet wants more of you.

He vents shakily, looking over you as you rest on the berth. Slowly, he lifts himself onto the berth, crawling onto his stabilizers. He towers over you. And it both terrifies and electrifies him. Just being like this, close to you, you in his care, it's the most alive he's felt in years.

He's careful, though. Always, always careful. Careful never to hurt you. Careful to give the correct doses. Careful not to let you on to how he feels. Always so careful. So, so careful, it's exhausting.

Just once. He just wants to take one risk, and it'll be enough to last him an eternity. Ratchet puts all his weight on one servo as he used his other to slowly, carefully, cup your head. Just one, and it'll be enough.

"My human, if you love me back," Ratchet leans forward, daring to close his eyes. "Kiss me."

He lifted you up, nearly locking up as he felt the warmth of your lips on his dermas. You're perfect. So, so perfect. And so warm. So human.

Slowly, his servo roamed down your back, lifting you up closer to him, burying his face against your body as he peppered your face with kisses, sighing happily as he fully descended into the fantasy of you wanting him back, of loving him in return, of you being in control of his actions and not just forgetting this whole thing the moment you reawaken.

He hums as the shivers slowly melt away and you're once again pliant from the warmth of his heating helm and servos. He nearly becomes lost in pressing up against you. Trying to get closer. Closer. As close as a human and Cybetronian can get and maybe closer. Like he wants to hide you inside, keep you close to his spark.

Ratchet remembers himself, shaking the sparkstruck feeling off as he lays you back down against the berth, the mech being extra careful as he clambers down. Thank goodness no one was there to see that, how wreckless of him! No one should climb on a medical berth like that. You both could have gotten hurt…

As he watches you drift off to recharge- 'sleep', Ratchet finds himself lost in fantasies of doing this with you again very soon.

#yandere transformers #yandere transformers prime #tfp x reader #yandere tfp #yandere tfp x reader #ratchet x reader #yandere ratchet #yandere ratchet x reader #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #suggestive #transformers x reader #transformers prime x reader #yandere #x reader #human reader #human!reader #tw drugging #drugs tw #drugs cw #forced drugging #noncon drugging #drugging tw #drugging cw

[uselessmicrowave]

I saw a post of yours a while ago and decided I want to request it. Tfp Ratchet cockwarming a bot!reader while they work.

“C'mon, Ratchet... Please...” you whine, sitting on his lap while he sits at his desk, just waiting as he does busywork with the synthen formula.

“You can wait.” he says dismissivly, a frown on his faceplates as he taps at the datapad. "You've made it farther before."

"But I don't want to make it as far today, I want an overload," you whine quietly. "please..."

Ratchet shakes his head no, cradling your helm into his neck cables in an effort to quiet you down. "Shh..."

You whine again, more quiet this time as you try to grind down on his spike, exterior node aching against his stomach paneling. You take a deep intake, breathing in his scent as if to calm yourself. You grip at his kibble, his spinal strut, his shoulders, anything, really. Anything to remind him that you need him now, and that you're not so happy with his stamina at the moment.

He'll give in to your clenches and whines and shakes eventually.

#valveplug #tfp #transformers prime #tfp ratchet #ratchet #tfp x reader #transformers prime x reader #transformers prime ratchet #ratchet x reader #tfp ratchet x reader

[alienroboticwritings]

Hi! Can I request a TFP!Ratchet x Gn!human reader one-shot, maybe the reader got hurt and tried to brush off their injuries to Ratchet but he didn’t let them?

A/n: omfg live for Ratchet content, we love the medic. You didn’t specify what injury so I’m going to do what happened to me recently, I fell down the stairs and dislocated my knee. :) Ratchet is also their guardian.

Warnings; typos, injuries, DONT RELOCATE DISLOCATIONS ON YOUR OWN, get medical help don’t be stupid like me, I think that’s all.

Paring: Tfp Ratchet x gn! Human! reader

Please Tell Me Things

“What is wrong? What happened?”

Ratchet questioned, his blue optics noticing you were favoring one leg over the other as you limped up the top of the stairs. He noticed the discomfort when he picked you up from your home in vehicle mode, struggling to even get inside him, but he didn’t pry yet. Now that he was tired of waiting for you to tell him, he wanted to know now. As you turned your head to look at your guardian, his optics narrowed as soon as you looked at him, to show he wasn’t messing around. You knew that look all too well; it wasn’t the first time he used it on you.

“I’m fine, it’s nothing serious.”

You lied as you attempted to limp toward the couch to rest your leg, but you were quickly cut off by Ratchet’s protest, his servo reaching out to carefully grab you. Holding you gently as he walked over to a medical berth and sat you down. Rolling your eyes, you attempted to stand up, which was quickly stopped by the grumpy medic.

“Yip pip! No, sit down until I’m sure you really are fine.”

He scolded you, gently placing his giant servo on your shoulder to stop you from moving. Giving you a short glare, he pulled his hand away and, using the scanner on his arm, ran the blue light across your body. Carefully watching for signs of injury, which he quickly found once the scanner hit your knee, where it turned red, alerting Ratchet of your pain.

“What do we have here?”

The old medic questioned you as he leaned down slightly, his hand coming up to try and grab your pant leg so he could get a better look.

“Ratchet stop! Really I am fine!”

You quickly snapped back, your small hands landed on his large metal one in attempt to push him away or at there very least stop him, but you little fleshy hands didn’t bother him. Only lightly swatting them away as he glared at you, his blue optics narrowing as he looked over your face. Noticing the pain in your eyes, Ratchet gave a deep hum and carefully pulled your pant leg up past your knee. Nearly double taking at the sight; your knee was swollen and severely discolored with bruises. Blinking once… twice… then three times, his mouth hanging slightly open in surprise. You were trying to hide this serve injury from him? Absolutely not.

Your hands gripped the yellow railing, trying to steady yourself as the giant robot held your fragile leg in his hand. Clearly deep in thought, debating how he should handle your injury. While he wasn’t the best at human health care, he did learn a little when he was assigned to be your guardian. You didn’t look at him, embarrassed or ashamed he had caught your lie. E/C focused on the metal platform below you, as the silence felt heavy.

“What happened?”

Ratchet questioned as he carefully scooped you up, holding your surprisingly gentle as he carried you over to the medical berth so he could treat you. As you you down on the berth that was way larger then you, he stood for a moment to admire how little you were… it was adorable. Quickly he turned to his computer, already researching what he needed to do. Sighing heavily you retold the story to Ratchet; yesterday you fell down the stairs of your college and dislocated your knee but you managed to relocate yourself. You had dislocated your knee before so you didn’t see a reason to go get medical treatment when you could handle it yourself.

The medic stopped typing to stare at you, giving you the dumbest look he ever has given somebody before. Scoffing he rolled her eyes, walking to the medical kit June she given him. It took him a few tries to grab what he wanted, due to his larger digits. Which was rather amusing to watch but once he grabbed the instant cold compress. He walked back over and handed it to you, a stern look on his face.

“Crush this and place it on your knee, you aren’t moving for awhile so get comfortable.”

Ratchet explained, ignoring your groan of protest as he sat beside you on the berth. His blue optics focused on your knee as you iced it, feeling a pang of guilt in his spark for what happened. He wasn’t with you one time and you got hurt, what’s worse is you hid it from him. His own mind began to spiral as he debated what reason you could possibly hide such a significant injury from him. He knew he wasn’t the warmest but was they the reason? He deeply cared about you, even if he didn’t show it often. Turning his attention back to you, his expression looked sadder then you ever seen before.

“Please tell me these things.”

#TFP ratchet #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #Transformers prime ratchet x reader #ratchet x reader #transformers ratchet x reader #transformers ratchet

[mantizimus]

Hi! if the request/ask is open, if so, could you do of tfp cons with human (gn! or f!) S/o? Romantic/Platonic

This Human's a cinnamon roll, somewhat naive/innocent, (has the personality/backstory of Perrito from the Puss in Boots movie or Fluttershy from MLP). They're very motherly and being nurse/therapy-like friend and also a Pacifist yet can be passive-aggressive…

Here

Cute and naive but passive-aggressive human S/O

Starscream

In the presence of other Decepticons, he actively pretends to be annoyed by this behavior.

However, when you are alone, he soaks it up like a sponge, enjoying your words.

It does wonders for his self-esteem.

You understand perfectly well that he has problems and are actively trying to help.

When he first heard passive-aggressive words from you, even if not directed at himself, he was very surprised.

If the Vehicons standing next to him hadn't confirmed it, he would have thought that he was hallucinating.

To be honest, Starscream really likes this side of you and wouldn't mind seeing it more often.

Just try not to say things like that to Megatron, okay?

Knock Out

Like Starscream, he loves listening to you.

He really likes it when someone praises him. And if it's his S/O…

He especially appreciates your support after the death of Breakdown.

Because of your kindness and naivety, Knockout has an image in his head of you as a too-kind-for-your-own-good person who is incapable of hurting anyone.

Thus, if was quite surprising for him to see your passive-aggressive side.

Just in case, he even double-checks the status of his systems to make sure that they are working properly and that he did not imagine it.

He won’t be very upset if you say something like that to him, because he thinks it’s funny in its own way.

What he won't find funny is saying something like that right into Megatron's face. But medic hopes that you have enough common sense not to do this.

Dreadwing

In some ways, he considers you a breath of fresh air, especially compared to the other Decepticons.

He especially appreciates the fact that you are helping him cope with the loss of his brother.

Yes, you weren't there when he felt his demise, but you're still doing a great job.

Makes sure that your naivety does not backfire on you.

Your passive-aggressive side caught him off guard.

In hindsight, Dreadwing should have known something like this. After all, even Autobots aren't completely harmless.

Makes it clear that you should watch what you say and to whom, so that you do not have problems with others.

#transformers #transformers x reader #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #starscream #starscream x reader #tfp starscream #tfp starscream x reader #knockout #knockout x reader #knock out #knock out x reader #dreadwing #dreadwing x reader #tfp dreadwing #tfp dreadwing x reader

[travelersspark]

Cybertronian!reader(gn)x bumblebee who has a Wall-e and eve relationship 👀👀 yk the reader acts like eve doesn't really talk and bumblebee being a total sweetheart, like the first time where eve said wall-e's name for the first time and he's like awww🥺 yeah thats them

I love this ! I'm not sure which version to go with but imma do TFP post season 3 for setup ♡

𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝑯𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒚

TFP!Bumblebee x GN!Cybertronian Reader.

A light whirl of the nightly life on Iacon sounds in your ears as you stroll down the walkways of the city. Cybertron. Your home. The place you always loved and never want to leave. Iacon being your home residence and workplace. As well as being a high inscriber your duties are simple. Nothing much to truly say. Hence why you enjoyed your job. You never really had to voice your opinions and ideas , you just had to transcribe.

Write any information presented to you and do diligence for the order of cybertron. You were complacent about your role and never questioned much about it. Moatly since no kind of threat seemed to be at large. Luckily you seemed to have some free time to yourself finding you optics set on a small rest spot near a open residence. The sound of communication drowns out the silence of the starry sky above. ❝ Y/N ? ❞ a voice called out as you turn to find where such voice came from.

Your optics set on a tall yellow and black cladded bot not to far off in the distance , passing through a crowd of other bots seeming to be in some sort of hurry. A faint hint of confusion spreads across your face plate as he approaches. His voicebox sounding hoarse and tired. ❝ I've been looking for you ! Finally got time off from patrol so... ❞ Servos planted on his hip plates as he spoke a bit of hesitancy in his voice as you watch. ❝ I was um. Wandering if you be free to go with me to that um- scrap. ❞ He mutters under his breath as he claps his servos and sighs. Optics pointed to the sky as a light blushing glaze comes across his faceplate.

To you , Bumblebee was like a close friend. Close enough to kind of be the real you. Yet you still never really understood him. Yet you enjoy his company in a way. A light laugh escapes your lips as you watch him uncomfortably fidget. Soon his gaze meets yours as his faceplate shows signs of amazement and confusion.

❝ Did you just.. laugh ? ❞ He exclaimed as your optics dart away and you turn flustered. Bee wasn't having it. He laughs quietly to himself as he moves close. ❝ You laughed ! I knew your voicebox wasn't broken ! ❞ He teased as you profusely shake your head , trying to hush his excitement. He cheered for a moment before you hastily covered his mouth with your servos as the gap between you two closed. After a second you back off quickly , akwardly. Bee sighs as he rubbed his neckplate as he grunts clearing his voicebox. ❝ There's a bar not to far from the central area. Probably about maybe a couple of paces down from here. I was thinking... maybe we could go and have a drink ? My treat by the way. ❞ He mutters the last bits as you blankly watched him. His optics narrow trying figure out your next move.

“ Yes.. ” your voicebox called out as Bee backs up in awe. A slight chuckled comes from you as you begin to walk waving him along. Bee's backplate wings flutter before he follows behind. His optics and mouth slack-jawed open during the whole walk. Your definitely gonna have alot of explaining to do...

There ya go! Kind of short but sweet and cute at the same time ! ♡

#transformers x reader #transformer prime #tfp x reader #tfp #transformers #transformers prime x reader #transformers bumblebee #bumblebee #tfp bumblebee #bumblebee x reader #tfp bumblebee x reader #WALL-E PLOT AAAAHHHHHHH #I LOVE THIS

[kitsunefox1108]

Tfp Optimus Prime and Megatron with a gn cybertonian reader who's shameless at flirting with him but if he ever flirts back? They are a flustered mess

OPTIMUS PRIME he is quite shy in this regard, and just looks away when you flirt. It's… hard for him to take it.

However, when he tried to flirt back and saw your reaction, you noticed his soft smile as he noticed how flustered you are. MEGATRON he may be annoyed at first by your flirting. He asked you to stop, but you never stopped doing it.

However, once he teases you back and sees how flustered you are, he will use it often…and sometimes tease you before you tease him.

#tfp imagine #tfp x reader #transformers x reader #transformers prime x reader #transformers x reader #optimus prime x reader #megatron x reader

[showstopper35]

TFP Cons Reacting to You Saying You Want a Sparkling 

a/n: a sparkling is a cybertronian baby, for you less culturally inclined folks. Warnings: like, one swear word. And a little bit of suggestiveness on soundwave’s. Also it randomly turns green at one point, idk why, blame it on my parent’s cell phone plan.

Our Favourite Druglord

Stiletto Bitch

Slenderman

Just kidding lol he’d do this

Overgrown Theatre Kid

Breakdancing Pirate

Honor™️

Dragon Man (if u get this reference marry me)

I L L O G I C A L

Spooky Scary Spider

#tfp #transformers prime #tfp headcanons #transformers prime headcanons #transformers #tf #tf headcanons #transformers headcanons #tfp x reader #tf x reader #Transformers prime x reader #Transformers x reader #starscream #megatron #soundwave #dreadwing #predaking #knockout #breakdown #arachnid #shockwave #decepticons #decepticon x reader #Tfp decepticons #decepticon headcanons

[starliights-shining]

Hello! I was wondering if I could request a TFP with Optimus prime, wheeljack and Knockout and a reader who’s desperately horny but also stressed but they has have 4th year exams (uni sucks) but they notice just how tense reader is and try to get rid of worries by fucking or teasing reader for each question they gets right? Hope this makes sense English isn’t my first language 😅 thank u

Hey, hope this can distract you from uni for a second. I hope this is what you were looking for I also hope uni gets better or easier for you and don't stress to muchh. Enjoy :)

Pairings: TFP! Optimus Prime x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader, Knockout x Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Fem useage for reader, no use of Y/N,

Optimus Prime 

He’s so proud of you, answering questions right and actually learning something, he’s the type to pump his digits in you for every correct answer, and if you get through an entire assignment he’ll let you come on his servo.

“Now, answer number two.”

He had you sitting on his lap, legs spread and your back pressed against his front chassis, A servo between your legs, while the other helped you hold the paper up. The words blurring together form the tears in your eyes, you were frustrated. Unable to focus on anything but his digits resting inside you, waiting, waiting for you to get a question right. You opened your mouth, a sigh coming out after you attempted to answer number two. You couldn't get anything out but ‘the’, your question lost in your mind everytime you attempted to speak. 

“Come on,” 

His voice was gentle, servo giving a little wiggle for encouragement. Which didn’t help, you threw your head back, a tear falling down your cheek. You didn’t want to, you couldn’t actually, you were far to horny to think about anything other than riding him after classes, and now you're here, his digits deep in you, so close to your original thoughts during your classes. You were doomed, he gave you one simple task, answer number two and you couldn’t, your own hands betraying you and letting go of the paper. 

“I can’t, I can’t, I just want you.” 

Your hips moved to get some sort of friction down there, a simple movement that spoke for you. Your own hands are going to grab at his wrist, trying to move them yourself. You looked up at him, his optics scanning the paper he was still holding, before moving to scan your face, their blue whirling and light glow, causing you to clench around his digits. 

“Please, I’ll finish it after.” 

You were just trying to get leverage, something that will get him to put the paper down and let you ride him like you're a cowgirl. 

“Answer number two, and I'll consider it.” 

How cruel, the Leader of the Autobots, being so cruel to you, his lover. You sighed, looking back at the paper and reading the question, you even looked at the next few questions to see if they gave you some hint to what the answer was, but after reading question five, he moved his digits. His thumb moving to circle you clit. You let out a soft moan in response, he was just giving you a little bit of what you wanted, showing you ‘finish this and you'll get what you wanted and you did, answer the questions correctly and given more then two seconds of moment. That was all you needed for motivation, you answered every question and finished the assignment, he let you have it. Digits moving in and out, he brought his other servo to your clit, rubbing slow circles around it. Giving you the perfect amount of friction and penetration, you came in less than five minutes of being done. You would normally be ashamed, but you spent most if not all of your time with his digits just sitting on you, so when given what you wanted you knew it was going to be good. Well, it wasn’t what you originally wanted, but he’ll give you that for passing your upcoming exams. Which to you is enough to study, sleep well, and pay attention in class. 

Wheeljack 

The type to cockwarm you, Keep you right on the edge, bouncing you every now and then, but giving you a few pumps after every correct question, and won’t let you cum until you know the material or finish everything for the night. 

“Come on SweetSpark, I know you know this one.” 

A servo on your waist and his spike resting inside you, you were bent over the table, the overhead light casting your shadow down on your papers. The colored out periodic table and the chem book, that cost hundreds, opened to the pages you needed. You had a pen in your hand while your other gripped the edge of the table. Knuckles white on both the pen and the edge of the table. You couldn’t focus on your work, the feeling of being full taking over your mind. You could no longer focus on the basic chem questions for your homework, you had two more whole sections of questions. Jackie had promised you, with each section of questions completed he’d fuck you. He’d pull your waist from his and then slam it back, tightening the knot in your tummy and weakening your knees. 

You answered the question, he picked up your answer sheet you gave him. Optics scanning the paper for the question you just answered and then reading the answer to you, you nodded to confirm that's what you had on your paper. He chuckled, servos grabbing at your waist, and pulling you away from him and then pulling you back on his spike.

You registered your forehead on the table, eyes closed tightly as you just let everything out. Moans, whining, gaps, begs, anything that can and will get you closer to finishing. 

“Ya almost there Sweetspark. Almost ready to come all over my spike?” 

He didn’t let up, pushing you forward and then harshly slamming you back on him. All you could do was nod and let out a muffled moan from biting your lip. You weren’t trying to get a noise complaint from your neighbors, but god did he feel so good. 

“Please,” 

Your beg trailed off into a moan, your hands gripping at the pen, you last thing grounding you here, to this very moment.

“Yeah? That's so?” 

You moved one of your arms, resting your forehead on it instead, while your other hand left the pen in front of you, grabbing at his servo on your waist. 

“Come one, You got it, no need to hold back now.” 

So you didn’t, two more pumps of his spike and your let go, you rode your high, hips wiggling to keep your high for a little longer, until it died. You let out a soft sigh, you had caught your breath just enough to raise your head up, the reflection of Jackie caught in the window. His optics staring at your body impaled on his spike. Your hands went to p[ick up the pen, ready to do your next section, but he had other plans. His servos moved up from your hips and pulled you back. Your back now pressed against his chassis. 

“I don’t think I wanna let you go that quick, Sweets.” 

Well, you guess you won’t be finishing your ‘homework’ tonight. 

Knockout

I think Knockout is more of a helm resting between your thighs while maybe a digit in you. He mainly sticks to just eating you out. Every correct question he’ll pump his pointer finger in and then give your clit a little suck and a few licks. 

“I’m listening, keep going.” 

You were reading the chapter to him, the cover of the book being all his optics could see, if he cared to look up from the mess he made of you below. With every few words you'd take a second to breathe. Eyes closing as you attempt to stop them from rolling back constantly. This all was getting out of hand, when you asked him for something to get you to study, you never thought you’d be. You thought maybe he’d just say something about finishing it and then you can watch a movie or get your favorite food, not have him between your legs. 

You continued on your reading, the paper with your questions to your right. The word on the book seemed to be getting jumbled, you started to stutter over them, you lifted your free hand to point at the words, your last attempt, before you break down and just ask him to fuck you. It worked, you got the words out and you finished your paragraph, which only took you 15 minutes. You put the book down and picked up your question sheet, reading the last question. 

“Why did,” 

You paused, giving a dreamy sigh. You were starting to feel like you were on a cloud, head leaning back on the couch. 

“Continue or I’ll stop.” 

You blinked, picking your head up and going back to reading your questions out loud. You pick up your pencil and start writing out your answer, until you feel him move. Digits moving and a glossa moving over your clit. You gripped the pencil, a whiney moan coming from you. You had to keep writing, the knot in your stomach seeming to be getting tighter and tighter. Your hand moved the pencil in a tight grip, your other hand moving to flip through a few pages and write some more. You wrote your final word and placed a period behind it, releasing a deep sigh as you threw the paper and book to the side. 

“I’m done, please, I’ll do anything.” 

His movement doesn’t stop, in fact the pace picks up, digits wiggling while his glossa. Your hips buckle towards his movement, chasing your high. You were in this situation for  longer than four hours, god did it finally feel good to be able to chase that high. Your hands flew to his helm, trying your best to pull him closer to your pussy. It didn’t seem to last longer than thirty seconds. Your high came like a tsunami, and it was worth it. Finishing your work, simply so you can get off. A great decision, if it didn’t make you so distracted. 

#transformers #transformers prime x reader #transformers prime #transformers x reader #tfp x reader #tf x reader #optimus prime #optimus prime x reader #tfp optimus prime #tfp optimus x reader #tfp wheeljack #wheeljack x reader #wheeljack #tfp wheeljack x rader #tfp knockout #knockout #tf knockout

[cyberrose2001]

Kinktober: Day 7

Prompt: Medical Play

TFP Ratchet x GN afab reader

Warnings: consensual Doctor/Patient role play, very inappropriate use of medical devices, slight bdsm, lots of body fluids, masturbation, temperature play

Word count: 1058

(this is your warning, this gets very kinky. click away if you’re not comfortable!)

“I'll take it that the patient is comfortable?”

Comfortable is a strong word for Ratchet to use, in your opinion. Being strapped down with your wrists bound with leather on an ice-cold gurney isn’t what most people consider relaxing. The only mildly comfortable thing about your position is the soft padding under your thighs, elevating your legs, but at the cost of exposing your entire pelvic region to the mech.

You weren’t comfortable. No. You were turned the fuck on.

Nodding helplessly, you grind your hips on nothing in anticipation of what your lover had planned. Though, you weren’t totally in the dark. Ratchet had explained his darkest desires beforehand after your curiosity got the better of you. His detailed explanation of the obscure, downright dirty, and, god forbid, unethical things he wanted to experiment on you unexpectedly set your groin on fire at the mental image.

“Very well then,” Ratchets’ servo grazes over his tidy set-up of intimidating medical equipment before selecting the humble stethoscope, turning to you as he secures it to his helm, “We will proceed with a thorough check-up then, hm?”

All you can do is nod once again; the O-shaped gag fitted snuggly in your mouth hinders your ability to give your doctor a verbal answer. He hums, approaching the head of the gurney. He leans over and places the cold end of the stethoscope above your heart, causing a soft gasp to leave your throat.

Ratchet listens for a bit, humming in thought, “Your heart rate is elevated. I can only deduce that you’re excited, or for a better term, aroused.”

You let out another whine as he moved the stethoscope down your stomach, stopping at each quadrant to listen. The icy cold instrument makes your hair stand on end, and Ratchet can't help but let his other servo drag across your tummy to feel for himself, “Abdominal sounds are excellent, no abnormalities from what I can tell.”

Ratchet agonisingly drags the end of the stethoscope down past your belly button, “Though I do have one concern,” He drags it even further down before pressing it straight onto your pulsing clit, “And it’s how fraggin’ wet you are.”

Never once had you thought that having someone take a stethoscope to your clit just to hear it throbbing would be hot, but watching Ratchet listen, and watching his spike pressurise right in front of you, was enough to draw a loud restrained moan from you. And when you think it couldn’t get more erotic, Ratchet starts to circle and put pressure on your aching bud with it.

“Nnghn… fck…” You whine, grinding your hips upwards to gain more friction, but it’s in vain as Ratchet pulls away, groaning as he watches your slick leave a silvery thread in its trail.

“My, my…” Ratchet breathes out, observing the end piece with equal professionalism and restrained lust, “I was going to utilise some medical grade lubricant on you,” He flicks his optics back to your dripping cunt, “But by the looks of things, we won’t be needing it.”

You keenly watch as Ratchet reaches for another tool, a speculum. You’re not entirely sure yet how Ratchet got his mitts on one, but you’re more curious about how he will use it. But you have a fair idea when he starts to press it against the entrance of your weeping hole.

“Relax, Y/n,” He reassures, patting your inner thigh as he sees you tense up at the coldness of the speculum, pushing it past your folds, “You don’t want me to sedate you, hm? Or would you like that too?”

You shake your head before inhaling deeply through your nose as he pushes it the rest of the way in, shivering at the icy coldness against your fluttery walls, “Nmh… mhmm…”

“Ohh, very good, I knew you could do it,” Ratchet hitches his breath, lowering one servo to his heavy throbbing spike to lazily stroke at it while he starts to actually fuck you with the speculum, “Such a good patient for me…”

“Ngghn! Hoh phcuk…” The gag does nothing to stop your moans or your saliva from spilling from your mouth. You grind your hips as much as you can, eager to impale yourself further and further onto the girthy device.

“Y’know, I really shouldn’t indulge myself while assessing patients,” A low grown escapes him, optics trained on how the speculum disappears into your tight heat as he fists himself in tandem, “But Primus, you make it so… hhnnn… so fragging difficult…”

Your thighs are shaking from the strain of their position, hips arching as you desperately moan and cry out for your impending orgasm. You throw your head back as your doctor fucks you faster and deeper, stretching your walls in a way that makes you see stars.

“F-Frag…” Ratchet stutters, positioning his weeping spike before the speculum, “Time for… ngggh… your injection…”

You have no time to question him before your core tightens and your orgasm hits you like a train, crying out in euphoria as you clamp down on the speculum, your entire body shaking and trembling against the restraints. But what you never expected was for Ratchet to grip the handle to open it so he could press as much of his spike as he could into the opening of the speculum.

“O-Oh frag…” Ratchet lets out a half whine, half sexy as fuck growl as he strangles his spike and shoots his trans fluid down the opening, onto your pulsing wet walls and directly onto your fucking cervix.

A strangled moan leaves your throat as he fills you up completely, allowing some trans fluid to drip out of your wide-stretched cunt, watching with pure erotic fascination as he milks the rest of his hot fluid into you.

Ratchet exhales deeply, letting go of his spike, allowing the last remnants of his overload to throb against his thigh. His optics flicker down to your gaping hole, still clamped open by the speculum, and he hums in satisfaction, bending down to get a closer look, and you can’t help but whine at the sudden feeling of being observed so profoundly.

“The procedure is successful,” He huffs before dragging the speculum out, letting the rest of his transfluids dump out onto the gurney, chuckling at your shivers, “Shall we arrange a follow-up appointment?”

#transformers #transformers prime #transformers x reader #transformers prime x reader #tfp x reader #tfp ratchet #tfp ratchet x reader #valveplug #cyberrose kinktober 2023 #kinktober 2023 #cyberrosewrites

[ikkosu]

https://www.tumblr.com/ikkosu/744179706121912320?source=share

I'm a big fan of this answer. Can you do one with TFP Optimus with fem so who is a big tease so he just gave in? Thank you!

OPTIMUS.FEM.READER

whew!! a little nsfw (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

YOU'RE sprawled across the bed.

The ceilings's pretty interesting : veneered with a thin sheen of dust, cracked concrete that blotches the white, crevices and holes with god knows what spooling through. It's got tiles, too . One, tile. Two, tile. Three tile. Four...

"Optimus?"

Somewhere across your room, a deep voice rumbles back. "Yes, little one?"

He's got his back to you. A hunch over his shoulder plates, his optics are engrossed in the many hieroglyphics his datapad provides. Even when he's mass-displaced, the visage of him taking half of your bedroom with his large legs, are slightly comical.

This wasn't what you had in mind when you asked him to stay over, though.

"Bored." You stretched out the vowels. "How much longer will I have to suffer here and wait until you're done?"

The filials twitched. His helm tilts a little to the side.

"I have five more reports due tending." He says gravely. "It appears that this obstruction might exceed the usual hours you recharge. I suggest you rest without me, sweet spark."

Then, he's quiet again, engrossed in his work. Sweetspark, huh. You huffed, pout, then rolled across the bed. Landing on the carpet with a thump, sluggishly you waddle towards the hunk of metal that's hunching over your desk.

His back was warm. The gentle, thrumming heat is a soft flare against your face when your cheek nuzzles the surface. Optimus shifts on the spot, twisting his torso a little until his servo cups the nape of your neck, kneading the spot before curling his digits through your hair and tousling it.

"Rest. I'll be with you in a moment."He rumbles.

"I'll be dead by the time you're done." You let out a chuff and crawled over his forearm until you're all but draped across his lap. Optimus stiffens. His eyebrows shoot up and a vent follows, after, when you pout.

"As long as you are comfortable." He smiles and a servo rubs your cheek.

But, you don't smile — there's a mischievous twinkle in your eyes. Somehow, and you don't know how but he catches onto that look and an uneasy glance mottles over his own — not without a touch of curiosity.

He turns back to his datapad.

You lift up your palms. His optics, narrowed and still curious, follows along as you lower it, sprawled against your clothed stomach. Then, sliding lower, lower and lower until it hooks over the waist band of your shorts. You pull it down a little—

Then, he grabs your wrist with a warning call of your name. "This is...not appropriate."

"The circumstance or the setting?" You bite back playfully.

He opens his intake then shuts it. Instinctively, his optics skim over your body. Your lack of clothes are an interesting sight : shorts and a soft, loose shirt, displaying much of your collarbone. Your mussed up hair and lips kicked in his cooling fans. The visage bore the same kind of fantasy he confined in the privacy of his habsuite....

For once, the Prime seems incredibly distracted.

"You've tired yourself out enough." He grits out.

"I'd like to tire myself more."

He lets out a grunt when your hand finds his abdominal plating, feeling the protoform tense under your palms — the surface, heated and very much warm. Your fingers pitter patter along the seams-like energon veins that branched from his panel.

An equivalent of a happy trail, huh.

"I'm bored, Optimus." You purred, index trailing a line downwards. "Didn't you say you'll take care of me well, hm?"

"...You do not know what you are..." You cup his lower panel and he shudders, body curling over you, weighted by the pleasurable sensation shooting up his spine. His servos come to rest on the desk, caging you between his arms as he gathers himself. Chassis, heaving.

"Ratchet will be disappointed." Feather like touches knead over his closed panel. "Old friend this, old friend that. Don't you think old friend'll scold you if you're not resting, Optimus?*

You had been so quick, mousing around and pawing with your hands, he lets out a startled vent at the sensation of your plush cheek against his thighs. His surprise sky-rocketed when you part it further and he groans when your soft lips pepper kisses on the panel.

You can hear the pressure behind it — pulsing, pushing, and the heat trapped inside seethed out his cooling vents like steam. Lubricant leaks from the panel seams and your tongue curls out to lap the fluid — which gets a startled groan.

A servo rests on top of your head, the digits curled into the hair, almost in a pleading manner everytime your tongue drags across a particularly sensitive spot. Eventually, your assault on his closed panel ceases and he's left vulnerable with his engine revved.

You peer up to your guardian.

"Open."

And, so he does.

#transformers #maccadam #transformers x reader #tfp #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #optimus prime x reader #optimus x reader #tfp optimus x reader #(⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧ thank you for the ask mask!!! #slight valveplug #valveplug #LETSGOO I FINISHED TWO

[yandere--stuck]

Yandere!TFP!Knock Out x Human!Reader Headcanons

❤️‍🩹 Knockout had become relatively well known in local street racing scenes. He had meant to keep a low profile, of course, but with a model as beautiful as his, he couldn't help but stand out. Simply the cost of beauty! What he didn't expect, however, was to get a fan. Sure, Knock Out noticed familiar faces at multiple races, but this was different. Someone who always complimented his skills and good looks after races. It wasn't long before he began to pick you out from a crowd. Hearing the whispers of your voice in the tornado of a crowd, yet somehow still distinct to Knock Out. The more he crossed paths, the more he indulged in talking with you and the longer he strayed from returning to the ship.

⛑️ He always kept his tinted windows up, much to your disappointment. Said he wanted to keep this side of him secret, but he did open up. At least, partially. You wouldn't get a real name, but could call him Knock Out, as a nickname. He told you he had recently transferred over for a position in medicine. That he practically lived at work and the conditions were terrible. The second he got a chance, he turned to the open road to feel some sense of freedom. When you responded with sympathy, Knock Out found himself surprised. He'd always considered humans… Primitive. Cute and squishy, but not exactly the most evolved bunch. Humans were supposed to be animals. But, you understood Knockout. You shared your own troubles and related to him. To watch the exhilaration of racing is to be stuck in the moment, to forget everything except where the rubber meets the road and how fast you can go. Despite himself, Knock Out began to grow fond of you.

❤️‍🩹 Whenever Knock Out was aboard The Nemesis, he only thought of you - which led to a few slip ups during surgeries. And whenever he gets a moment to himself, he's so wrapped in seeing you that even racing just feels like a preamble to talking to you! And he's been staying out so late… It isn't long before Megatron catches wind of this, going so far as to threaten his life if he didn't shape up. So, what he was about to do really wasn't his fault. It was for the best. He wouldn't focus if he didn't have you with him and when they win this war, you'll be lucky he took you in. Besides, you don't really think those other humans deserve you more than him, do you?

⛑️ It's late. He purposefully kept you from leaving long after the streets were deserted and the sun was swallowed up the horizon. He told you he wanted to show you the real him. You aren't expecting his door to open, and you definitely aren't expecting it to empty. Seatbelts shoot out to wrap around your body, pulling you in. You fly forward and crash face first against the seats, failing to catch your fall as you slide inside. You hear clicks as the belts secure you in, yelping as Knock Out rocketed forward, taking off into the night. 

❤️‍🩹 Knock Out, being more knowledgeable on humans than his fellow Decepticons, acquires everything you need to live comfortably. Nothing but the best for his favorite human! He understands that you're confused, angry, upset, betrayed, even. But that's okay! You'll see, Knock Out will show you this is for the best. You're probably feeling homesick, too, and love's the only medicine! He can't deny that somehow you've wormed your way into his spark.

⛑️ He's cautious around who he shows you off to, but when he does, he's incredibly boastful and proud of you, his human. The best human, even, because Knock Out deserved nothing but the best! Someone like Breakdown might not get it, and hey, as long as he's happy, right? But, at the same time, he can't help but notice how oddly affectionate and sentimental Knock Out is with you. Almost, dare he say it, like what one would do with a conjunx. Holding you cupped in his hands, holding you against his face plate (even sneaking the occasional peck), petting your head carefully with a claw.

❤️‍🩹 Knock Out doesn't care what the others think in regards to hiding you, just that he worries you may get hurt or used as a bargaining chip, and he couldn't live with himself if something happened to you. He felt… Connected to you. He loved having you by his station as he worked. You've even begun to start talking to him again! And it makes him feel so, so happy. His perfect little human. He doesn't care what anyone, even Megatron, thinks. He… He loves you. And he will never, ever let you go, no matter how much you stroke his ego and plead to go home, but the flattery is still appreciated all the same. Maybe one day you'll actually believe it.

#yandere x reader #yandere tfp #knock out x reader #knockout x reader #yandere knockout #yandere transformers #transformers x reader #yandere transformers x reader #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #x reader #yandere imagine #tfp x reader #transformers prime x reader #yandere transformers prime

[uselessmicrowave]

kinktober day fourteen

tfp megatron x reader

tws/content- degradation, brat taming, cybertronian reader, gn reader, swearing, orgasm denial, crying, dub con, sadism/masochism, punishment, guilt (?)

“You are the neediest fragging brat I’ve ever had in my berth.” Megatron growls, forcing you against the berth again, his servos digging into your spinal strut as he pushes you. You whine into the pillow, arching and clawing at the sheets. “You’re gonna act right when I’m doing my own damn work?”

You shake your head no, your legs faltering and slipping apart from Megatron’s constant and fast pace. He squeezes the back of your neck cables carelessly, shoving you down onto his spike again and again. You whimper with each thrust, soon panting out quick apologizes.

“‘M sorry- really really sorry Megatron!” you whine, muffled by the pillow. You can feel coolant start to bead up in your optics, grinding backwards into him and gripping at the sheets. “Lord Megatron!”

“I don’t want to hear it,” he growls, scratching your shoulder plating and making sure it would hurt. “you’re going to take this punishment and learn your lesson.”

Megatron growls, moving a servo to your thigh plating and slamming you onto his spike. His groans fuel the heavy swirling feeling in your body, making you tremble and squeeze down onto him. He offers you no praise, no reward for sitting and taking his penalties with only the promise that it wouldn’t happen when you acted right. He grunts, roughly gripping your thigh and shoulder plating, pushing as far into your valve. The sound of your plating crunching and the feeling of his spike pressing against your ceiling node makes you squeal. You let out quick vents, trying to keep yourself quiet while Megatron pumps you full of his transfluid.

“Yes… you’ll behave next time, won’t you.” he gasps, catching his vents quickly and sliding out of you. You keep your helm down, aft up to let him look at you all he wants.

You feel sort of gross.

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #micro’s kinktober #tfp #tfp x reader #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #valveplug #megatron #tfp megatron #megatron x reader #tfp megatron x reader

[alienroboticwritings]

Every Soundwave x Reader fanfic I ever read gives me Wall-E and Eve vibes and no I will not elaborate.

#tfp soundwave #tfp soundwave x reader #TFP Soundwave x y/n #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #soundwave x reader #don’t tell me I’m wrong #y’all know it’s true

[i-starcreamed]

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

#tfp #tfp x reader #transformers #transformers x reader #transformers prime #transformers prime x reader #optimus prime x reader #ratchet x reader #smokescreen x reader #tfp optimus x reader #tfp ratchet x reader #macadam #maccadam #human reader