#breakdown x reader

[transformers-spike]

mmmm the intimacy of hand holding between bots and humans

[rabotimagines]

imagine a gn bot reader, that isn't of being flirty, flamboyant, and a tease, they were practically the opposite?

kind of like Prowl, I suppose, but less. . . cop. And no tax net.

However, I need to see Decepticons practically drooling over an Autobot who has killed many with a cold look, and a pretty frame.

the Autobots are bewildered (some are into it)

✎"Indulge" GN Autobot Reader x (TFP) Decepticons

⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ You're hot and can and will kill them.

⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Mature but not explicit. Cons being thirsty over Powerhouse Autobot reader

⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Non con fantasies across the board (sans Star, BD, DW), violence, Cons being cons (evil), Medical/experimentation allusions in Shockwave’s

⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Autobot Reader is a power house, Reader seems “detached” but does care about their allies a lot, uses of "Pretty", "Handsome" and "Beauty" about reader, Airachnid has thoughts about Arcee too in her fantasizing, Reader can be shockingly stealthy- they don’t know how you “pop out of seemingly nowhere” (Which is a bit funnier if you imagine yourself as a bigger bot like myself did lol)

⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, you’re, yours

If Prime isn’t on the battlefield for any reason Megatron at least knows he’ll get a worthy fight if you're there. It's also tantamount to accepting failure on a mission if he allows you to operate freely on the battlefield unchecked. He knows only Soundwave or himself stands a proper chance of infringing on your objectives in a fight. Simultaneously irksome and exhilarating, the fact that you're such a capable warrior. A mech of few words that knows what they want. And that’s to snuff his spark. He's more than once attempt to play into your good graces- with words and promises. It was always futile. He'd offered to once give you anything you'd wanted if you joined The Decepticons. You'd asked "anything?" To which Megatron assured.

You'd then proceeded to ask him to die for you before rushing him yet again. He can't help but admire the pragmatism.

It reminds him of the arena- the pit. But more akin to his earlier years. When he was still finding his strive. Having to stay on guard, lest he be killed by one misjudgment on an attack aimed right for him. The brutality of your strikes. The way you come after him with the sole intention of killing him. It's not one he faces very often with Prime. No... you're a warrior through and through. You're ruthless. Especially so for an Autobot. But the ruthless core of your actions is simply a by product of your cold disposition. A detached indifference to the energon you spill, and the damage you deem necessary to inflict on another mech. Truly, a one mech army. A commendable opponent and one well deserving of his time.

Your looks are simply another discrepancy to your lethality. Most bots who are that up on their own up keep, tended to be vain. Not willing to risk serious damage to their frame (like Knock-out). But instead they simply sat as an accessory to your status as a fighter. He'd taken note of it the first time you'd fought- it had lead to his downfall when he'd made the very lethal mistake of underestimating you. Megatron has entertained the thought of his victory over you. Of beating you truly and claiming you utterly and thoroughly. Occasionally envisioning Prime there having to watch what he does to one of his mechs. Or even desecrating you as completely as possible. Breaking your modesty panel off of you, leaving his trace on every plate of yours, and discarding your battered and used frame for Prime to find.

There were certainly a prime number of choices- ones Megatron had zero qualms in indulging. And none he wouldn't hesitate to put into practice when he finally bests you.

Call Starscream every name In the book! He knows not to take chances with you around. And he doesn’t feel bad about being insulted over his rightful caution. Especially not when Decepticons that didn’t take the same cautions, were woefully unprepared for the damn force of nature you were on the battlefield. Most either being injured badly enough to know to never make the same mistake again. Or they certainly never would, because you’d deactivated them and didn’t allow them the second chance to begin with. He will retreat as quickly as possible considering whatever circumstances he finds himself in with you in proximity to him. No! He does not squeal when you show up out of seemingly nowhere- Knock-out! He's simply- surprised you are as well- covert as you were. That's all!

He'll fight you if he has to of course. (When turning his back on you was much more dangerous than facing you helm on.) He feels like he's been forced into a spar with Megatron! He's on his heels and doing his damnedest just to survive. You don't even dignify him with hello- or "stop right there con-!" No, nothing! He can't fluster you into giving him even a micro fraction of leeway. You still have that cold detached expression on your faceplate regardless of what he says. The only thing he has if you pin him, is utterly and completely groveling and begging. Pleading for mercy is the only thing that gives you slight hesitancy in just outright killing him. And it is groveling on a level that Starscream barely ever even employs with Megatron. His optics might be leaking coolant. Though you always leave him alive when he refuses to fight you back- you also always brutalize him. You without fail sever his connection to his own wings. A fate he's had to multiple times suffer the long repair of. (The fragging agony of-!). A servo full of times was more than enough for an entire function for Starscream!

And yes there is some rather telling... discrepancy between your looks and your lethality. But attractive faceplate and frame aside- any mech has the capability of being lethal. He's attempted to praise you for said looks to appease you (to no avail). And perhaps- perhaps mind you, Starscream occasionally... reflects in a more perverse manner. His thoughts tend to drift towards servitude. Not to you! No- no-! Of you to him. Of you seeing the error of your Autobot thinking and simply- pledging your loyalty to him. Swearing servitude to him. On your knees and servos willing to do anything to please him. Having a mech such as yourself to his beck and call, only concerned with anything you could do to satisfy his ideals, his plans, his needs. To have such a powerful bot readily following his every command. It is quite the... thrilling fantasy to indulge in.

It's not something Starscream ever entertains seriously- only on very lonely charge heavy nights. Because surly there was no chance you'd never have an epiphany of such a drastic sort. But there's no harm in a mech having ideals... now is there?

He sees you sometimes before he even hears you. Which is a fact in it of itself to how dangerous you were. Soundwave didn't know how you did it. You were just as cybertronian as the rest of them. Yet it was hard to hear your mass- even the ever light sound of your plating shifting. Even after this long at war he still has trouble pin pointing your exact location, before you deliberately make yourself known. Full sneak attacks are only something he ever has to worry about because of your existence. The reason he'll stay on his pedes outside of The Nemesis when you could be anywhere. There aren't many who can match him on the field. There were even less who could actively make Soundwave work as physically hard as you do.

There's a bit of a thrill to it all, having a competent opponent. It is a minuscule amount of enjoyment mind you. The only reason he leaves The Nemesis is when he has a mission. Mission that you have no problem or hesitancy in blocking or even destroying his progress on. You are the biggest problem above Optimus Prime himself. Simply because Optimus Prime will focus on Megatron if he has to choose between him or Soundwave. While you will make the effort to fight both of them simultaneously to keep either one of them from leaving your focus. It's the closest he's come to seeing you fighting up hill. But you still never allow either of them to inflict lethal damage onto you. A small part of himself has vowed to beat you. He does note he has the least amount of audio recordings of your vocalizor saved out of any of the Autobots. Even less than your medic. He doesn’t know why that very fact irks him.

The fact that you're a rather attractive bot hasn't been one he's paid too much attention to. For the first couple of decades you've been an enemy to The Decepticons anyway. The longer you proven yourself a problem- the longer you prove yourself a major player in the war; the more noticeable the fact becomes. At this stage of the war on earth, Soundwave has more than once (on his down time and privacy), envisioned a proper victory over you. Since it's fantasy and no more he let's himself indulge on not immediately killing you. Instead holding you down with his servos and body weight, before using his prehensile cables to explore over your frame. Explore your array too. Making a point to use the recordings of your own allies voices to splice some choice mockery; Over the state you've become.

Fantasy is fantasy. Soundwave knows and he knows he wouldn't hesitate to properly take care of you if he ever had the opportunity to deactivate you... surely he would.

There's bots she knows she should be wary of and bots Airachnid knows she needs to be very prepared for if she's going to cross them. You fit slotted perfectly in the latter category. You were merciless, unforgiving, and determined... A mech after her own spark. Troublesome that you were cross faction from one another. She finds she'd more than likely enjoy your interactions if you'd both bore the same badge- at a point in time anyway. What with her solo work. But wistful and rather pointless daydreaming aside- she has a strut to pick with you. As do you her, though you seem to treat any enemy with the exact level of violence you deem necessary. Oh, it is a marvel to watch you work through mechs. Less so being the one on the receiving end of your icy glare. But she was a hard bot to pin down.

She rather finds herself growing frustrated when you utterly and truly do not seem too emotional invested in much of anything. Though the ferocity in which you attack shows anything but. Which in turn only annoys her further, the longer she begins to even consider the very notion that you'd find her not worth your emotions. But you care. Oh, you care. About your team mates. She's seen the look in your optics when you'd last rescued Arcee right before Airachnid could sink her claws into her spark chamber. Your expression much the same as always, but the look in your optics was ferocious. Like a beast more than a mech staring her down and daring her to run so you can give chase. She finds herself having to make solutions on the very spot lest she actually be captured and slaughtered for sport. It's a touch exhilarating- a pain absolutely. But the rush she gets when she realizes she'd gotten away from you. Oh, it is delicious.

She's used to being the hunter, not the hunted. Oh, but you? You're no prey. You're a predator. She might even say apex if she was feeling so generous. Something she laments when you've clearly got such a lovely "coat". The things she could do to you. The things she would do to you given the proper chance. She'd play with you. And she would thoroughly enjoy her time pulling you apart plate- by plate. How you'd squirm. How you'd gasp. How you'd groan. How you'd beg. She would indulge but she wouldn't kill you however. No, you were a prize fair enough and a tribulation great enough- she'd keep you. As her personal pet. You should feel honored, truly. A title in her vorns of function she's only ever entertained bestowing Arcee. She'd keep both of you as her lap cyberhounds if she was ever given the opportunity to do so. Airachnid has-… practice breaking new projects in. She would just positively adore breaking her two personal pet projects in.

Details- and options. So so many options on how she could play with you if you did end up in her claws. Till then she can make note of her ideals as a diligent reminder.

Knock Out utterly despises you. Yes, dangerous, a menace in a fight. With a cold calculated nature that’s much more in tune with a hardened Con than any soft sparked Autobot. (And soft sparked you were anything but.) And most of all Knock out cannot forgive the outrageous fact that you look that good while doing all of it. Knock out likes to play with his food but you tend not to dally in any way. Strikes and coming after them (himself included) as soon as you’d gotten the opportunity to make yourself a problem for them. Cold and to the point, no affection for talking or some good fashioned banter. Gaze sharp and not even dignifying any of them with a proper emotional reaction. As if Knock out wasn’t worth the effort to give him anything other than that cold calculated gaze of yours.

It infuriated Knock out more than he’d let anyone know.

But petty spite and hang ups aside Knock out was still a medic. One of the best The Decepticons had to offer, clearly. And certainly no slouch in a fight or with his energon prod. But a medic none the less. He was far from a push over in a fight. But Knock out wasn’t delusional enough to think he’d be able to take you down with anything other than luck and a very good shot. He’s seen you get into it with Megatron himself. Megatron actually gets excited when he sees you in a fight. That is an automatic "No thank you" from him. So he delegates himself to not sticking around when and if you make yourself known in a fight. Because you weren’t worth the helm ache and the utterly egregious amount of damage you can and will deliver upon him given the opportunity.

Though Knock out was an opportunist. And even he couldn't deny exactly how fetching your frame and chassis were, aesthetically anyway. He's not exactly shy in his admiring. You don't exactly seem to mind, and if you did you haven't made a point to say anything about it. (Or increase the already present brutality in your actions.) He does fantasize about getting a hold of you. Maybe after Megatron got a lucky shot. Or some other extremity that allowed your capture. Regardless, you end up in Knock out’s grasp either way. And he would thoroughly take his up most care in positively ruining your paint job. Both in salacious ways and also maybe in more sadistic methods of indulgence. Finishing his work off with carving "Knock out was here" with a claw either on your inner thigh or directly above your modesty panel.

Knock-out positively adored breaking things up and taking them apart. Even more so when he breaks something pretty and handsome all at the same time. How invigorating it is to watch premium bots fall oh so very low...

It’s the drum of the fight that keeps Breakdown going when the energon starts spilling like a broken undercarriage, more often than not. He keeps going, he keeps fighting, he survives. And he counts his deeds and his damages after every fight. To keep himself ready for the inevitable next. But all the prep in the sparkdamn world, still wouldn’t make him feel like he’s ever actually ready to go pede to pede with you on the battlefield. But slag rarely ever cared if you actually were ready or not to fight for your fragging survival in war. So Breakdown grits his denta and does his damnedest to not get turned into scrap, when you decide to clash with him. Breakdown wasn’t a rookie, he was a wrecker for frags sake. He's been a front liner long after that. So he knew a thing or two about fighting and his way around a war zone.

And despite that all Breakdown still feels like he’s treading water to stay functional whenever your cold optics lock onto him. Your demeanor compared to your frame might be jarring to some- well, he knows better. Especially when he’s worked with Knock out for however many vorns and seen how sadistic the medic can be when he wants to. That an attractive frame didn’t mean slag about the bot actually strutting around in it- Airachnid is another example of the same fragging thing. Sure, it’s a bit of a trip up seeing how good you can look practically slathered in energon. And your weapon still brandished promising to add to the amount you were already drenched in. But Breakdown isn’t dumb enough to let it distract him when those optics of yours are trained right on him.

In terms of fantasy- okay maybe maybe Breakdown lets himself indulge in a little bit of his imagination when he actually has the time to treat himself. How that frame of yours might look even better underneath his own. Him actually managing to break that cold expression always on your faceplate with how he uses you. He thinks you'd look sweet with that cold look fragged out of you. Or maybe your weapon underneath his own chin. And you ordering him on his knees in the middle of a battlefield with only the two of you left on it. But again Breakdown isn’t fragging stupid enough to let them be anything other than late night fantasies. You’ll just be his... dirty little self service secret. It's also why he keeps his mouth shut when he hears Knock out growl "Oh, the things I would do to them-!" Under his vents after a class with you.

Breakdown can deal with his attraction to Airachnid or any other con just fine. But… you were the sinfully sweet thing caught underneath his armor he didn't have a problem keeping hidden (for himself only anyway.)

There are many opponents Dreadwing has heard the tale of through the Decepticon ranks. The Prime himself the most exalted and hated- scorned. For what he is. For what he represents. For what he is not. But you? You were spoken of with fear. Tales from bots seemingly haunted by the mere encounter. Tales from those bragging about having simply survived crossing paths with you. The ones most taken by fear would speak quickly and in a panic, hushed words. As if you were some fictional pit spawn. (And not a real tangible enemy, any of them may face.) As if somehow you would hear the words your enemies spoke of you. As if you would hear the hearsay spoke within the ranks from wherever you presently were; and hunt them down yourself for the mere transgression of slander. He always scoffed at the notion- tales were tales for a reason. They were built on speculation and emotion- and in this case gossip.

Though be that as it may, Dreadwing would have done well to heed the many warnings told to him time and time again. He may have been at least a fraction more prepared. When he had learned that monsters from tales are typically inspired by the horrors of reality. You'd almost killed him- he was woefully unprepared and had even underestimated you; when he had seen with his own optics that you were a real mech. Not a ounce of pity or even scorn on your faceplate when your were halfway through ripping his spark out. Covered in his and other troops energon. He was only saved when your attention was driven elsewhere- when Megatron had gotten a hold of your ally. You abandoned him immediately to rescue them. Dreadwing learned well enough never to allow his guard to drop around you, lest he be killed on the spot. A frightful opponent and one well deserving of the tales spun of them.

Your... appearance he will admit rather shamefully was a part of the reason he had underestimated you as much as he had. Yes, you were clearly capable- with the energon you had spilled and the weapon you brandished unflinching at him. But there was a particular... credence to a way warriors had a tendency to look. A mold you did not entirely fit- a bot he would believe he would have seen on an advertisement when Cybertron was still populated and functional to a degree. Maybe a film. Not one he would be actively struggling not to perish to. With a faceplate that is something even he would- in the privacy of his thoughts- admit to finding... attractive. The ferocity and danger of your being only seemed to accentuate your beauty. A plague on his thoughts off the battlefield. And on it when he has a particularly close encounter with you. He does not indulge too much- (you were a filthy Autobot after all!) But even Dreadwing can't help his thoughts wandering when he self services to take the edge off. Your derma, the shape of your frame, that sharp cutting gaze of yours. Your very being a bewitching, perilous, and handsome call.

The very fatal attraction that Dreadwing simply cannot seem to shake in his more heated lunar cycles of privacy. It threatens to haunt him and cause his own demise.

There are a multitude of bots who need to be kept on high surveillance on the battlefield and off the battlefield. Powerful figures who can turn the tides of battle, and who are to be treated with caution. Mechs who are of high interest and high resource deficit to handle. Optimus Prime was the second Autobot on Shockwave's priority list. The first Autobot on his priority list would be you. You were a stalwart in the Autobot faction and had been for the entirety of your enlisting. Cunning, efficient, and hazardous to any Decepticon you deemed your opponent. A helmache to him when you would turn your attention onto him. Or his projects, if Shockwave happened to be your objective. A mech he will not hesitate to shoot first if he registers you in his peripheral. His chances of survival drastically decrease if he would entertain anything less.

Your pragmatism is something that- bothers his allies to a... substantial degree. In Shockwave’s case he recognizes the mutual comprehension, you seem to wordlessly share with one another. Even as enemies. You are going to strive to kill him. He is going to fight while simultaneously attempting to do the same to you. There is nothing less or more to bother with. Unless you are aiming to destroy his progress or projects. In which case he will need to be twice as proactive to prevent total destruction of his works. Something you have... no grievances in partaking in. The efficiency in which you are capable of operating that particular endeavor leaves Shockwave a touch... irritated. He can't recall any other bot who's made him squeeze his own fist harsh enough he’s popped a digit joint lose.

Neither can he recall himself even- entertaining more then necessary procedures. He's well aware it would be a waste of time. He would kill you first and foremost if he had the opportunity. However, rather perplexingly, Shockwave finds himself becoming- fixated. On particular opportunities he could partake in if Lord Megatron left you as his responsibility after you'd been subdued. Perhaps Shockwave would be- given the order by Lord Megatron to... Indulge. Something Shockwave has found Lord Megatron had a frequency of doing- employing acts for seemingly nothing more than… his own sadism. The possibility was quite high considering Lord Megatron’s pension for such decisions. Logically Shockwave had taken it on himself to then find what would account as “Indulgence” under such a hypothetical order. Opening you up and mapping out your internals would be a possible conclusion. To find out the logistics of what made you such a competent soldier. What he could not see on the surface with only his base optical output. What made you, you.

What made you whole.

… Shockwave believes he may be able to fulfill such an order to Indulge when he imagines your faceplate overwhelmed and your optics brightened. Responding to his touch and his experimental- maintenance.

Dividers credit: @/cursed-carmine,

[creator4favestuff]

The Decepticons do NOT want to give you up.

Why would they?

You fulfill something for each of them in your own way.

The vehicons love how much you care about them, patching up any wounds and entertaining their gossip. Being heard and listened to builds their confidence and work skyrockets. Most times, you'll be with a group of vehicons doing whatever in the moment.

Given your bigger size, you were able to help Knockout clean and buff himself much faster, and he had a gossip buddy who actually indulged in his possible ideas. It certainly helped when there were too many patients for him to deal with on his own.

Breakdown came around at a certain point, rumored because you helped patch him up after the whole Sylus debacle. He likes being held in your arms and ranting to you, much to his embarrassment, but it's usually in the his room so it's fine.

Soundwave... No one is really sure what he likes about you, given many don't know much about him personal wise, but the fact you're allowed to carry him places and talk to him WITHOUT being pushed away, speaks volumes.

Starscream showed great disdain for you at first, but with a few compliments here and there, he eventually melted. When others are around, he shows a rather pompous attitude, but secretly(not really a secret when everybody knows...) tries to show off for you.

And it doesn't go unnoticed.

Megatron sees how the vehicons and Starscream like making you proud, how Knockout and Breakdown listen to you, Soundwave seems to do more WHEN listening to you(which confuses him???)

Yet you don't ask for anything. Humans usually fear what they don't know, so why don't you cower?

"You work with us without asking for your freedom. There must be something you want after all of...this."

Seeing you hold a vehicon, who's most likely shitting themselves at him suddenly making an appearance-

He CANNOT take you seriously. Now he knows for certain you won't be any trouble.

"I don't know, just keep me fed and entertained and I'll do whatever you need of me."

"...That can be arranged. Soundwave will assist in whatever you need."

"Cool."

Megatron still doesn't get the hype for this fleshy creature who seems to not know danger, but why ruin something that helps him?

That would be rather dumb.

So when the Autobots find out about you being aboard the Nemesis, your place with them is being threatened.

As if they'd let their lovely future partner servant be snatched away!

This is the first time the Autobots have ever seen the Decepticons fight together so well, and it's giving them a hard time-

Meanwhile, you're on the ship with Soundwave playing chess, blissfully ignorant to the battle outside.

[luxthestrange]

Earth & Humans are...Fragging Weird 4

The truth of otters reveals...

Y/n*Looks at Bulkhead, who is watching the zoo channel, and decides now is the time to tell facts*Male sea otters are known to exhibit extreme aggression during mating, which can result in the death of female sea otters. Studies have shown that roughly 11% of female sea otter deaths in certain regions are caused by mating-related trauma

Bulkhead*Who has his otter flag on his servo and looks at you*W-WHY!? NOT MY OTTER FRIENDS! Ugh...w-well atleast igot dolphin,s they are cute water friends!Innocent and friendly!

Y/n:....

Bulkhead*Sees the dolphon show is next and sees you actually grab his giant servo on your tiny hand*....

Y/n: Imma...hold your hand for this

-----------------------When Y/n was still in the Nemesis-----------------

Y/n*Is in a time out with Soundwave dropped off by Starscream, sees his 'tentacles"*Hey, did you know octopi have tiny brains in their tentacles, that act independently, allowing them to taste, touch, and move without instructions from the central brain...do your act out on their own-HEHEHE!

Soundwave*Who used one tentacle to attack the human where they are ticklish as he answers with a recording*"What do you think?"

Y/n*Hugs the tentacle with arms and legs, smirking as they won*THE PEOPLE DESERVE TO KNOW THAT WASN'T AND ANSWER!

Soundwave*Who simply uses another tentacle, and they now start attacking you with tickles*"You can't handle the truth."

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Y/n: Any stairway...is a stairway to heaven if you're clumsy enough...

Ratchet*Who found you on the floor after you fell down the stairs*Y/N NOW IS NOT THE TIME FOR YOUR FACTS I'M ABOUT TO REALIGN YOU LEG BACK INTO ITS SOCKET WITH ENOUGH STRENGTH TO NOT BREAK IT!-

Y/n*Looks at him not joking* If I shut up, will I get a lolli an a kiss?

Ratchet: IF YOU SHUT UP NOW YOU GET AS MANY FRAGGIN KISSES AS YOU WANT

Y/n*Looks happy and distracted*Really!?

Ratchet*Snaps it back and smirks*No

Y/n:AAAH!?

-------------------------Now if SILAS kidnapped you--------------------

Y/n*Is upside down staring at the ceiling*Mosquitos use your blood to make eggs...so that means you are those eggs are 1/3 their father...

MECH Agent*Who is forced to interrogate you, spraying you with sleeping spray, only you're still awake*BE GONE BE GONE I SAY!?

Y/n: Why is the pizza box a square...but the pizza is a circle...and the slice a triangle?

Mech agent 2: Who came in with pizza and only heard that and is now questioning it?

Y/n: Neil. A Armstrong was the first human to step on the moon, NEIL.A...spelled backwards means ALIEN

Mech Guards*Both actually think about and both simultaneously get up and ask for someone ELSE to guard the cell with the Autobots Ally and the Decepticon called Breakdown Cells*

Y/n*Sees they are gone and looks at breakdwon and blinks*You know Bulkhead told you were good friends, and Knockout says you have pretty eyes, Mhh he was right...If you promise not be a douchbag, I'll call Bulky to save us

Breakdown*Who is too flabbergasted this tiny human managed to break the psyche of the jerks*...he said I got pretty optics?-

Shout out to @sillyguybilly for the octopus one-

Part 3/part 5

You guys wanna educate me on more facts?-

[lunatf-ao3]

could we maybe get the rest if the fetish headcanons for the bots?? Particularly Knock Out and Breakdown?? I defiantly don't have a bias for them or anything 👀

HEADCANONS² ❣︎

❥︎ FETISHES ! ᵃⁿᵈ ᵖʳᵉᶠᵉʳᵉⁿᶜᵉˢ

[TFP] Knockout, Breakdown, Megatron, Optimus Prime, Ratchet, Smokescreen, Wheeljack, Soundwave /Human!Reader

[⚠︎]: nsfw, various fetishes, it may be strange

Part 1

What else could I make headcanons about?

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- SOUNDWAVE :

Sensory Deprivation

Recording Kink

Look at this man and tell me he doesn't like to deprive you of your senses. His servos are careful as he wraps you tightly in a rope, putting your arms behind you, covering your eyes with a cloth, shutting you up with a gag and plugging your ears with earplugs. You were there, so vulnerable to him, wet and at his total mercy. It was an image as valuable as the highest quality energon, and he was definitely going to keep it in his processor.

He liked the vulnerability, generating that delicious anticipation in you about what he would do and the fact that you could do nothing against him. Her flat servos would run up and down your body with provocative rubs, touching the sensitive parts you liked until they inserted themselves into your little hole. Of course he wasn't going to miss saving that delicious image forever on his processor, so he makes sure to record each and every long lovemaking session.

His favorite position is any position where you are totally exposed for him, being able to record your face and your delicate parts receiving him was something he was not going to miss. His shaft is kind of weird, long and movable to his liking, which he takes advantage of to touch all the sensitive parts inside you. You are totally at his mercy, and you couldn't do much against it but enjoy it.

His rhythm is fast, controlled and constant, his movements are not confused. If you have strong, from time to time, through the thick mask, you can hear a small , almost non-existent moan of pleasure.

If you are lucky.

- WHEELJACK :

Semi-exhibitionism

Exposure Kink

Wheeljack definitely likes risky things, and what's more risky than a little exhibition? The thrill of being caught at any moment increases his excitement by 120%. He'll do it anywhere if possible, but he's a little more inclined to open places, like a big field or a deserted park. But of course it's not always, it can go from an abandoned alley to the roof of a house at night.

It makes it even funnier that it never uses its holoform, so if any innocent person comes across you in the middle of a walk in the woods, they will only see a two-meter robot fucking a person against a tree. Contrary to what you would think, he likes to be loud, quiet enough to not be so obvious, but he won't shut you up.

It's not that he's looking to expose you to the whole world, of course not. But risk is a delicious pleasure, doing it in nature, in unusual places, makes it special for him. His servos run over your cold body delicately, warming his servos against your belly as his shaft penetrates you. The city lights faintly envelop you, sometimes it scares you, but you know you are safe with him. Still, you cling to him with all your might, after all they were who knows how many feet above a thick old tree he decided to target.

If you wish, Wheeljack will happily prepare the ship when you want a quieter, more intimate encounter, he doesn't bother with your preferences at all. He's not an idiot, he won't force you to go to open places.

- RATCHET :

Praise Kink

Submission

Well, you and I both know that Ratchet is just a bitter old war-hardened doctor. Every day after dealing with the team and the kids, he definitely needs a couple of compliments to lift his spirits. Flatter his armor, flatter his valve, flatter his beak! With that you'll soon have him hard and ready for you. Of course, he also loves to adore you, your little body so soft and accessible to him, so deliciously tight. You two will be on a cloud of adoration throughout the whole activity, how cheesy.

Ratchet has enough of the day-to-day on base, sometimes he's the one who gets stressed out over little things himself, so he's moderately willing to tame his partner if necessary. He really likes submission, because oh, you look so pretty under him, so obedient, so calm. His servos run over your body with surgical precision, grazing your nipples all the way to your clitoris.

Your submission means his dominance, and dominance means he is in control, that pleases him. If you're not willing to be tamed, chances are you will be the one dominating. Do all the work and let him relax in bed, he is also someone rarely willing to obey you.

- SMOKESCREEN :

Roleplay

Neophilia

Smokescreen is young and energetic, he loves to try new things all the time. He's quite interested in sexual play and exploration, and why not try it with you? He lives for experiences and for you.

Outdoors? Sure, why not, even if he might not like it later because of the cold and discomfort; BDSM? Of course it is an option; Toys? Of course it is; Anal? Impossible not to; Threesome? I might consider it if you agree. Every night of pleasure is a new position he looked up on the internet, he even has a list to cross them off. Sometimes he is even too risky, sneaking into Optimus Prime's room to do it on his floor, since he doesn't dare use his berth.

He especially likes to roleplay, there are so many scenarios, so many ideas. Human or cybertronian, he wants to play with each of them. He is a high command soldier while you are just a rookie, of course he is. You are his college professor and he is your student, he's more than willing. After having the opportunity to be a Prime, he plays with that most of the time. He doesn't regret his desition, but come on, really who is going to get over that so fast?

He has no favorite position, they are all exquisite! He really enjoys you in any way possible. He has average stamina, but have several rounds regardless, you end up full of transfluid and exhausted by the end of the night.

- MEGATRON :

Bite Kink

Megatron is a crazy tyrant, with quite a few mental problems, to be honest. He is terribly possessive of you, you are so weak and helpless, little girl, vulnerable against any Con on the ship. He has lost too many things in the war, he is not going to lose you now for any stupid mistake, he has to protect you, everyone must know, you are his, in every aspect, from body and soul. Therefore, he loves to mark you, let everyone see that hideous mark on your neck, it's a pleasure for him!

Sex with Megatron is always going to end in blood, even if he tries to be gentle with you. His claws are too sharp, every part of his body is a danger to you. But it's not such a big deal, as he says, they are marks that you belong to me, and he belongs to you. Likewise, he will always heal you as if you were in intensive care. He is a brute, but when he has time to do something with you, he makes sure to clean his body with dedication, neither you nor he wants any wound to end in mortal infection, you are so fragile!

He loves above all things to bite you, to bite you on your neck, on your arms, on your sides, on your hips, on your thighs, even on your ass. Seeing the love marks, the signature that you are his, turns him on too much; it's enough to make him hard in seconds, enough to want to stick himself in that little hole of yours.

His favorite position is when you're underneath him, seeing every part of your little being is something he very rarely misses. He has total power over you, sometimes you can ride him, but he will absolutely control your every move. His servos dig into your hips as he makes you ride up and down on his thick shaft, watching your pussy stretch to receive him.

After each little lovemaking session, he disinfects and treats the bites he leaves all over your body. He has shark teeth, it's painful and a little dangerous, but he has enough control not to rip off a shoulder in the process. He doesn't like to cover the most visible ones, if possible, he doesn't do it.

But it is always Knockout's decision, much to his chagrin.

- OPTIMUS PRIME :

Discipline Kink

Cum Kink

Optimus imposes discipline and obedience by himself, but he likes to impose it on you much more. Treat him badly, disobey him, misbehave, it's okay, he will be happy to discipline you later in the evening. One little unnecessary fit of rage from you and his spike will already be pressing his panels to let it out. He's a gentle dominant, he's not looking to have power over you, he is just looking to correct, (in his words). Because, well, it's unacceptable behavior and he cannot let it go, but you are not one of his soldiers either, so.... Use another method.

As long as it's "disciplinary," he will do it. He especially loves it when you are physical with him, hit him, slap him, kick him, even if you try to rip off some of his parts he won't suffer much damage. In the face of that, his discipline is also physical, mainly whipping you with his servos in any sensitive area, like your thighs, butt or your sex, saying something like "your violent behavior needs to be corrected."

Other times he strips you naked and restrains you with straps and tapes in a humiliating or exposed position, he will leave you there until "you have thought about what you did" or whenever he feels like it. Other times he forces you to say humiliating things mixed in an apology while you have his spike in your mouth. are you about to cum? oh no, you do not deserve it, so stop touching yourself until it passes.

Filling you with his cum is also something he looks forward to unusually every night. Watching you covered in it is addictive. If he can, he will, which happens almost all the time. He puts vibrators on your clit and removes them when you're on the edge. But he's not so cruel, when he's done with his punishment, he will take you and stick you on his spike. His favorite position is when you have your legs against his shoulders, he will pound you all over and fill you with his transfluid, in, out, in your mouth.

By the end of the night you have to stink of his transfluid no matter what.

- KNOCKOUT :

Medical Play

Mirror Kink

It's no secret that this guy loves to look at himself in the mirror while he fucks you, just look at him, shiny, sexy and absolutely gorgeous, Knockout can't resist himself, he's cocky. Any position, any place, he looks absolutely great! The way his spike goes into you when he's lying down and you ride him, how wonderful. He also likes to look at you, of course, look at that expression of yours as he strokes you deep, how cute, look how you open up so easily to him, he will make you do it if he gets the chance.

Don't think he doesn't use his medical knowledge to torment you, oh no. This crazy guy, to be honest, he can go as far as healing your wounds while playing with you to drugging you with something strange. He knows exactly where to play to do whatever he wants with you.

He is the smart doctor and you are his beautiful patient. He'll examine the places he thinks need to be examined, and of course, he'll have to "cure" them. Painkillers, aphrodisiacs and strange serums will clearly not be lacking, even if some are a surprise to you.

In spite of everything, he is willing for you to experiment with him, touch him, drive him crazy, what a pleasure! He really likes to do it in the infirmary, on the stretcher, on the floor, it's exciting. Everything gets stained with transfluid and your own fluids.

It will depend on which of you two will be dead at the end of the night to know who will sterilize the room again.

- BREAKDOWN :

Overstimulation

Shy Domination

He likes to over stimulate and over stimulate, you two are a mess. It's not a problem for him to use toys, especially vibrators, he uses them on you and himself. His fingers are thick, he uses them to masturbate you and not let you come until you are crying and begging for him to let you come. Then, of course, he loves it even more when you play with him, making him overload until he can't take it anymore.

When his spike is ramming into you, he never stops, his rhythm is steady and relentless, but with no intention of hurting you. He is a gentle fool, too afraid to hurt you, but refuses to always be the dominated one. He can't touch you too roughly, but he can ram you to the point of leaving his mark on you. How corny. He will keep moving even if he or you have overloaded, no matter if his strokes become clumsy and weak.

He's a sweet talker, he will praise you and stroke you while you cry with pleasure under him, begging him to stop. His favorite position is missionary, of course, classic and comfortable. He touches your thighs, he touches your hips, your face, he loves to watch you. Oh, so tight, so beautiful, your belly looks like a ball at the end of the night, full of his transfluid.

He is in charge of the cleaning, he will clean you gently and to the room, which ends up full of fluids when he finally lets you go. It always reeks of your sweet orgasms and his transfluid, and he somehow manages to make any evidence disappear.

[therobotsarestuckinmyhead]

You may want to shoot me in the knees after this one, buuuut~~ dying reader x tfp characters?? A reader that's absolutely gonna die, no saving them

[TFP] ♡ CONS w/ a Terminally Sick s/o

ohohohohoho you are EVIL and i like it. doing Decepticons cause they're my everything and i think it would be interesting to see them experience the loss of a loved one cause we don't really get to see them... love a lot in this show. SO PREPARE FOR ANGST.

scenario: you're deathly sick, they're beyond worried. contains established relationships.

including: Megatron, Starscream, Knockout & Breakdown

Megatron:

— When the news of your conditions was first realized, he went through all stages of grief at once. He couldn't accept it! Not at all. Megatron is stubborn. No matter how much Shockwave or Knockout told him that your spark palpitations would drain your spark-energy to nothing, that you're dying slowly and that there's no cure, he refused to accept it. He had the best Decepticon medics & scientists working overtime to find something, anything to make sure you wouldn't go out early.

— And because of it, you've managed to live longer than Shockwave had estimated (that estimation nearly cost him a visit to the Allspark) but it frustrates him how he can't bide you more time... and that you refuse to stay out of danger. You constantly want to help, you enjoy a fight as much as he does and he never thought it would become a problem.

— But its a huge problem now when your spark nearly collapses on itself mid-battle, Megatron didn't authorize you being there initially but you wouldn't stop begging for a chance to lead the troops and he caved in. Megatron regrets the decision as he practically pounces onto the Autobot who almost had a clean shot at terminating you then and there.

— Megatron hasn't really held anything as dear to him ever in his life so this feeling, the fear of almost actually losing something you care so deeply about is foreign. He clinging onto you like a lifeline and he's not going to let go or accept the reality anytime soon. For most of your life, you were a fighter; a capable warrior & Megatron wouldn't settle for less. He used to find that... battle tendency, the look of determination flashing through your optics during a brawl charming back when the two of you were just gladiators but now its just... not acceptable! You're sick and he can't afford to lose you. Watching that gleam slowly fade away in your optics was genuinely painful.

— He was pacing around your medical berth while you were unconscious, watching Knockout & Breakdown work and yelling at him whenever it seemed that they were messing up. Once the procedure was over, he was sitting there right next to you. At the time, he felt as if there wasn't anything more important than being there with you. Knockout had never seen the warlord look so on edge his whole life. Megatron does not know how to deal with these sort of emotions in the slightest.

— Megatron is YELLING at you to stay put from now on. You scared him to death. He's not happy. He's feeling a mixture of pissed, concern and relief— Relief that you didn't die. But so... so scared that you came so close to it.

— Officially banned from entering the battlefield, no compromises. You're also going to have to keep like five Vehicon guards along with you no matter where you go too. Its annoying. And he can see you aren't a fan but he does not care about that in the slightest.

— It definitely makes the two of you more distant because he's constantly worried about your safety more than what you want. Maybe even growing frustration towards each other? He's displeased with how you refuse to rest and stay put while you feel like a caged bird despite everything he provides for you.

— He tries to make more time for you, somehow. But he's leading the Decepticons, he's not half as unemployed as Knockout or Breakdown.

Starscream:

— Is he in denial? Yes. Definitely. But its nowhere as bad as Megatron's. The reality of the situation settles down on him slowly and he tries to pretend like it doesn't get to him when he's busy on the Nemesis, but it does. Badly.

— You're the only bot in this sparkdamned world that's ever looked out for him. You're the only one who's stuck by his side no matter how much he pushed you away and there isn't a day that goes by where he isn't grateful for that. Even if he never shows that. Hell, you've done so much for him, he isn't even sure how he'd ever repay you. You've even taken the blame for some of his failures just to save him from Megatron... You're the only good thing in his life.

— So he makes it a point to cut back on the scheming. Leading the Decepticons can wait. He would probably pull a few strings and see if he could get some Decepticon medic on your case. Any at this point. Starscream tries to the best of his abilities to ensure your condition remains stable. He's even resorting to Swindle here.

— On his knees begging you to rest, he's never looked that desperate even when grovelling to Megatron. It definitely pulls a chord on your spark so you cave in quick because that mech is utterly desperate.

— Sometimes he says nothing and just snuggles up to when you're deep in recharge, holding you against him tightly. Your optics flicker a bit like you're about to wake up but ultimately, you're deep asleep. His wings droop as he ignores the suffocating silence of your quarters, choosing to listen to the quiet rumbles of your engines instead, a sign that you were still here with him. Its comforting in a way and slowly becomes a daily practice.

— He's a lot more considerate towards your needs and putting you above him. Starscream realizes just how attached he is to you when the mere thought of you passing away makes his spark drop.

— Megatron is a little surprised with how cooperative he's being lately. So much more docile. Starscream can't risk getting beat up considering he badly he wants to care for you. Especially with everything you've done for him. The guilt and regret is eating him up, he should've spent more time with you! But no, he took you for granted and chose to continue scheming. He's even tried to drag you into his schemes before.

— Starscream is committing himself to making the rest of your days, no matter how long, as happy as possible. The Second-in-Command spends more time with you, waiting for the inevitable.

Breakdown & Knockout:

— While Knockout accepts the news quickly, Breakdown needs his time to process. The two of them are certainly panicking despite their different reactions. It was the most dreadful day in their lives so far.

— It started with fatigue, Knockout had seen how lacklustre you looked lately and naturally suggested a check up for you which you accepted without hesitation. The results of that check-up was finding out that you had a dimming spark, the light of your spark gradually diminishing over time naturally and while Knockout may not have a legitimate medical licensing, he knows what spark sickness looks like very well and his whole frame froze that instant as he felt a heavy weight over him all of a sudden. As your partners, the two of them obviously know what your spark looks like so one glance and Knockout knew there was something wrong with your spark. Breakdown was confused with why Knockout looked so.. terrified until he saw your spark himself.

"...what?" You say quietly, a little concerned with how they're standing their frozen--- Just looking into your spark casing for a moment. "Breakdown." Knockout says, his tone a bit lower and almost urgent sounding. "On it." The blue mech doesn't say another word as he immediately goes to get all the diagnostic tools immediately. The two of them were moving fast, as if this was an emergency. It just leaves you even more concerned, panicked ever. "Come on, you two are scaring me here..." There's this look on Breakdown's face that makes something in you twist. How does Breakdown even tell you that you should be scared? He.. doesn't have it in him. His yellow optics avoids meeting your gaze as they carry on. "Don't you worry, we're just doing a more... through check up." Knockout says as he sees your worry, trying to reassure you whatever way he can even if he's lying through his dentae. Every single test being run was a spark diagnostic.

— Knockout must've ran those tests at least fifteen different times and every time, it was the same result. Knockout usually never hesitates to give out a diagnosis but at that moment? He'd never felt so much pain watching the way you looked so... devastated as he gave you your diagnosis. The silence that followed was nothing more than deafening.

— They're not in denial like Megatron or hopelessly fearing the future like Starscream, they try to make you smile as much as they can because they can see how the news has affected you. Breakdown and Knockout take turns caring for you. So if Lord Megatron has a mission, one of them goes while the other stays back to tend to you.

— Knockout does search over all the medical data he has at hand to find something, anything. If not cure you, at least improve your longevity.

— Whenever Breakdown comes back from a mission, the first thing he does is go to your berth, sit by the side and start telling you how his day went. Breakdown is a lot more talkative with you now. Making sure not to skim over any details. Even adding in some details just to get a reaction out of you. He's even sharing gossip he overheard between the Vehicons with you. Every time he sees a smile or a hears your laugh, he knows its worth it.

— Knockout is constantly checking up on your status, he's also taken the courtesy to help you with your frame. As your condition deteriorates, it becomes harder and harder for you to move. Knockout is the one making sure you stay clean, going as far as to polishing your paint every now and then. Knockout thinks its cruel, to have a doctor diagnose their own partner with a terminal illness... Breakdown is the one making sure you stay well fuelled.

— Those two are doing very well at ensuring you're healthy, handling it a lot better than Megatron or Starscream and trying to make sure that every moment with you they have from that moment on was memorable.

[fridaysmind]

Some TFP Decepticons x human!reader 18+ headcanons

ITS 18+ CONTENT, GN! Reader aaand english is not my native language

Megatron

Who would disagree that he has a strong inclination toward sadism? It is not even an inclination, but a need. A very strong need. Some may say that he eventually reforms and embarks on a path of redemption, but even though his actions change and his outward reaction to events changes, but what about his personality? Oh, Megatron will always be Megatron. It doesn't matter if you met him at the beginning of his journey or after the war ended. Either way, it will show up in your bed.

Submission and explicit consent on your part are your direct responsibility. He is a sadist, he is a tyrant, but he is not a rapist. When you kneel before him while he sits on his bunk and extends his palm with scars and sharp claws, you must reach out to him and press your cheek against his palm. No, he won't like your games if you resist his pressure on the back of your head when you swallow his spike or something like, “I'll go slower when you want a fast pace/faster when you want it slow.” No, you will swallow as much as he sees fit, he will wind your hair around his fingers and move your head as he sees fit, while you cough and wheeze a little. He wants you to look up at him with respect, to willingly open your lips and spread your thighs, to be ready to move as he commands. He likes your consent no less than your obedience.

He will lay you on your back on his bed, make you lower your head off the edge, and approach the top of your head hanging off the surface. Not to make you more comfortable, no, but to make it easier for him to slide into your esophagus without resistance. Megatron will squeeze your thin neck with his huge palm, hissing curses from the narrowness as you choke. He could break your trachea, his strength is great. Isn't that exciting? Claws digging into your delicate skin, his ability to squeeze your waist completely with one hand even in his shifted form and impale you on himself like a silicone toy? Strong and repeated blows to your pelvis will leave quite a few bruises.

After your long session, you'll be sent home, and it's pretty obvious that your legs won't be working for a while. Oh, but if you try to act like you're perfectly fine, he'll smile every time your knees shake or buckle. You might even force him to use you again right away. Poor thing, now you'll definitely need a day off…

Starscream

(Oh, my beloved, my heavenly, my perfect and irreplaceable Starscream. I don't care what he asks of me, I'll agree to anything, I swear.)

I know he also has a desire to control and physically punishes those he is allowed to, but Starscream has a greater kink for praise than for control or superiority, especially in the TFP. You need to win his favor, do everything gradually so as not to scare him off with your intrusiveness, because this bird is painfully paranoid. Then Starscream won't notice how his shoulders and wings relax when he looks around in search of evil optics, but sees only your face. An unusually kind face.

Praise him. Tell him that he works so hard and so persistently that you miss him and his attention incredibly, until his wings twitch slightly at your words. Meet Starscream in his quarters with slight excitement, throwing yourself into his outstretched arms as if you haven't seen each other in an eternity. Make him dream of returning to you as soon as possible. And then, when he hangs over you and, trembling with his hips, enters your warmth, it no longer matters how much he plays the role of the dominant, because the power is in your small and soft palms. Continue to praise him, tell him how wonderful you feel with him, how hot and big he is, how Starscream makes you feel complete and fulfilled, while the seeker's wings flap frantically again and stretch upward, reaching toward the ceiling.

If you languidly and slowly swallow his spike, he will also guide you by pressing on your head, but only out of impatience. He hasn't felt anything like this… he can't remember how long it's been. The Seeker will click his glossa a little because your strands are clearly slightly stuck between the phalanges of his claws, but that's a minor detail. Starscream will whisper your name with his derm, asking you to repeat the movement of your tongue around the sharp end of his spike, as if he were commanding you, but his voice is so quiet, so imploring. He will scratch your shoulder lightly while his long legs tremble with each of your sucks and movements.

No, you mustn't be rude. Don't squeeze the wires around his neck, don't bite him, don't pull his wings, don't give him orders, and don't call him names. Whatever rumors there may be about his masochism, the seeker will turn into malleable clay from which you can mold anything, if you just gently run your hand over his cheek, stroke the top of his helmet while he babbles about his grievances, burying his face in your chest.

He likes to lay you on your stomach and take you from behind. The back is the most sensitive and intimate part of the seeker, even though it is always visible, and how delightful it is to see your shoulder blades move as you rest your hands on the surface you are lying on, while his thrusts rock your body back and forth. He will lean over you, the shadow of his frame covering you, and the sweaty skin of your back will reflect the red light of his optics, burning even brighter than usual, before his teeth gently bite the particularly prominent edge of your shoulder blade, running his lips over it and leaving a kiss between them.

Soundwave

The entire fandom already agrees that he's quite the voyeur, right? In addition, you've surely heard of neurodiverse people, or perhaps you are one yourself. Well, his central processor works in a similar way. He is more sensitive than other Transformers. To light, to touch, to sounds, to smells. He doesn't like being hugged, especially by strangers, he can't stand squeals and unexpected door slams, and the thorns on his back? They're there for a reason, don't slap his back to get his attention, and definitely don't jump on him!

However, his high sensitivity, along with his kink for surveillance, can play a positive role. TFP Soundwave apparently does not have telepathy, so he will not be able to read your thoughts about deliberately playing a twisted game with him. Even when he's not around, but you know there are cameras nearby, change slowly, almost like a stripper in a club, pulling the fabric off your body layer by layer. After fixing your hair, stand in front of the mirror in your underwear, turning first to one side, then the other. It's just for yourself, the room is empty, you're not showing off to anyone, right? Of course not. Speak softly, put things down without making a loud noise, smell good, leaving a faint sweet scent behind you...

+2.5 points for every time you greet and say goodbye to Laserbeak. Simple phrases like “Hello, and hello for you ” or “Good luck to you both” will help you win over the suspicious bird. No, seriously, Soundwave is busy with work and sometimes glances at you. But Laserbeak just knows that something is wrong, and he is so happy when Soundwave finally takes an interest and actually watches you on the cameras more often than usual, now noticing all these “coincidences.” Great, thinks Laser, now they'll expose you!

And then Soundwave turns on the live feed in his compartment while you take a shower with the curtain open, unabashedly lathering every curve of your body right in front of the “invisible” camera in the wall. Laserbeak has no doubt that Soundwave would agree that this is going too far. But a prick of interest stung the communications officer's helmet, and Laserbeak felt it through their connection. If a minicon could drop its jaw, it would have been lying on the floor.

“You're a fragging psycho, friend,” and with these thoughts, he unhooks himself from the chest plates, flying away from the communications officer. Soundwave doesn't feel sorry; on the contrary, a timer starts counting down on the screen, marking the beginning of the recording of your shameless game. He watches with pleasure as the pressure of the shower water falls on the top of your head, as you arch your back, running both hands over the back of your head, showing your nipples directly to the camera. Your elbows are pink from the warm water, and drops of water run down your thighs, there. There, where the camera's view ends, as if on purpose. He wants… no, he needs to feel your soft skin on his fingers, and not just on his fingers, he wants your scent on his metal, and he needs recordings of your voice at different volumes.

He is sensitive all over his body. That's why, even with the vocalizer turned off, you'll hear squeaks and static when the wildly twitching spike misses a couple of times, leaving a mark between your thighs, but ultimately plunges into the hottest walls of the most extraordinary softness he has ever felt. With each thrust, your breasts bounce, and he watches, mesmerized, recording it on his visor in anticipation of reviewing this lustful scene later.

Laserbeak no longer talks to him.

Breakdown and Knockout

I want to put them together because they are simply inseparable, and damn the writers who left poor Knockout alone.

Knockout is very flirtatious; his main goal is to embarrass you, and he doesn't particularly shy away from using any means necessary. He'll brush strands of hair from your neck to blow warm air on it and give you goosebumps, he'll take your small body in his hands and squeeze your breast with his finger somewhere near your nipple, making it harden, and pretend nothing happened. Also, could you pick up something for him that rolled under this canopy? No, no, your hands are smaller, you'll do better than him. And while you're busy, he'll happily poke his partner in the shoulder, pointing to your raised pelvis, as if you were a cat stretching after a nap.

With Knockout, you can't get out of racing, even if you're afraid of the speed at which he races down the track. He likes to feel you press your back against his seat and squeeze the sides of the seat nervously. Yes, there may be dents left behind, but that's okay, you'll kindly rub the spot with the right product with your little fingers, right? You're a good little thing, aren't you?

With Breakdown, it's a little less erotic. Oh, he's happy to indulge his scarlet partner, because when he jokes, you really are… so tantalizing… but let him talk to you. He's so talkative, he likes to know what's on your mind and how you feel. That's why, when Knockout is inside you, Breakdown leans over your face, watching every blink, every breath and every flinch, asking you how it feels to be stretched so far, being made of flesh?

Knockout definitely prefers to have you underneath him, moving quickly and chaotically, while Breakdown will happily lie on his back while you position yourself however you see fit. They also enjoy playing with all kinds of toys, but if their toys aren't right for you, don't worry! They will steal acquire everything they can find! Every moment you spend with them will be unique and unforgettable, believe me.

Shockwave

Oh, that crazy genius, cold and interested only in his work. How can you persuade him to have that? It's almost impossible, unless it's for scientific interest? Oh, for scientific interest, for research, to satisfy curiosity, yes, he's in. How much of his spike can you take inside you? What if he tries somewhere else? What about your mouth? It's sensitive, isn't it? Oh, no, not as sensitive as erogenous zones… And if he's not in a shifted form, is there a chance you can handle his size? (You wouldn't agree to that, I mean, have you seen their size compared to a human?) And if you're a biological woman and you mention that your uterus is the size of a matchbox, but biologically it can stretch ten times that size, then you're in danger. I'm not kidding, stay away from him right now, can't you see the fire in his optic?

And that interest could turn into torture. He'll attach a vibrator to you and tie you up, forcing you to orgasm for hours under his watchful eye over and over again. After just a couple of hours, you'll be a drooling reminder of your real self, you'll be shaking, you won't be able to speak clearly, and you'll have cum so much that it hurts. And the scientist has no intention of stopping the experiment. There are many more interesting tests ahead of you… By the way, how do you feel about electric shocks, dear?

Can you taste things? What does transfluid taste like to you? Energy drink? What does that mean? And if Shockwave adds more copper to his drink, will you taste something different? Wait, you've gone pale. That's not normal for a human. Maybe he should have checked your compatibility with certain substances first… Wait, he can pump you out in a few seconds, it's not that hard! Shockwave will study your cycle, how different foods affect your libido and the chemical composition of your natural lubrication, what pace brings you to ecstasy faster. He's pretty much the only Decepticon on the entire ship who has a genuine interest in your feelings, emotions, and desires. Even if it's just to satisfy his scientific curiosity.

Your moans can be heard almost every day for months within a huge radius of his tests and experiments, and Shockwave will receive a reprimand from Megatron for distracting security guards and passing workers from their work. Calm your lab rat down, you pervert!

And if you want me to write something for you, dont be shy, just ask.

[revelboo]

It gives me so much life that Knockout and Breakdown are both included in the transformers ttrpg and it all but explicitly tells you they're boyfriends.

🤣 I need to find a copy of that 🔞 🌶️

Clingy

Knockout x Reader x Breakdown

• “Ow, Breakdown.” Head lifting with a scowl as the bigger mech leans over him, chassis pressing down on his arm, he pushes at him. “If you scuff my paint, you’re going to be buffing it out on your knees,” he threatens but Breakdown only rumbles. Not even paying attention to him and his optics narrow. “Excuse you,” he growls, reaching to catch Breakdown’s chin and forcing the mech to look at him. And when he vents, he gets it. Head turning to you still asleep on his other side in your blankets, he shudders. That not so subtle shift in your scent stringing him tight. You’re aroused? Needing?

• “Humans have heats?” Breakdown asks, struggling against the urge to get closer even as the impulse absolutely horrifies him. Shouldn’t be interested in his partner’s weird, organic companion. Especially not that way, his spike stirring behind his plating against his will. ‘How should I know,’ Knockout mutters as they both stare at you. “They’re smelling really good,” he adds and it’s telling that Knockout doesn’t recoil or scoff at him. “Think they need help with it? That’s got to be uncomfortable.” Shouldn’t want to help you. To be the one you turn to for help with your needing.

• Frowning at Breakdown’s question, he shoves his partner to get him to move and Knockout rolls slightly. Venting again without really meaning to as your scent sinks into him and his fans kick on. Plating feeling restrictive. Knows Breakdown’s warmed up to you some, but asking about helping you with your needing? Maybe it’s a survival thing? Your scent shifting into something addictive to encourage them to keep you. Some kind of pheromones? Wishes he’d bothered to really learn anything about your squishy kind. Because he’s as lost as Breakdown and it’s embarrassing.

• Startling awake when warm arm blows across your face, your eyes open and you recoil. Both huge mechs leaning over you, rumbling and radiating heat. Why do aliens have to be so weird? Maybe you were snoring and it freaked them out? “You guys good?” Flinching slightly when Breakdown reaches for you, a servo brushing your arm as he frowns, you lean away. ‘How are you?’ He asks. And while he’s no longer openly hostile toward you, you’re pretty sure he doesn’t care about you. Views you as his boyfriend’s weird cat more than a person. ‘You hurting?’ What? Why would you be hurting?

• Annoyed with himself, he can feel Knockout frowning at him. Can’t help it, though. Aching to interface suddenly, spike hurting to pressurize. That new scent of yours demanding a response. Making him want to strip you, cover and claim you. Maybe he and Knockout can take turns with you, work together to deal with your heat and then Knockout can ride him. “You need us?” He coaxes, hooking a servo against your little form to slide you closer to them as you gasp. You’re so small, even if he mass shifts, he’s going to have to be careful. Wants to watch Knockout rutting against you. Filling you. Imagines you slick with his partner’s release and he almost groans imagining adding his own, spike sinking into you while you’re full of Knockout’s slick. Making a mess of you until your needing passes.