I’m sure this is a very common take, but I haven’t had any motivation to write fandom stuff lately, so I wanted to get this little bit down while I had the inspiration
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Being the human partner of a Cybertronian, any Cybertronian really, and turning this huge, hulking, intimidating bot into a giant mechanical cat with some gentle touches, some kisses, and sweet words. Standing on your bot’s shoulder, gently stroking a hand over their cheekplate, and listening to that earthshaking rumble of their engine as they purr. Your bot gently nudging you with their cheek or nose when you stop, silently insisting the continued touch and affectionate words. Your bot mass displacing and crawling into your bed, arranging pillows on your lap before laying their head down and promptly falling into a well deserved recharge. (Let’s pretend that they wouldn’t shatter the bed frame just by putting a little weight on it, lmao-) Your bot trying to teach you chirolinguistics, not realizing that you don’t have the same kinds of sensors in your palm as they do, leaving you incredibly confused. Your bot relishing in the tiny flickers of unabashed emotion they get from your very weak organic EM field. Singing softly to your bot, only for them to croon one of their favorite Cybertronian tunes right back, and the both of you giggling over just how vastly different your music is from each other’s. Your bot trying to teach you the Cybertronian language, and you trying to teach them about human art/literature/philosophy/etc. You and your bot being soft and cute and fluffy. Send tweet 🏃♀️💨
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I hope you don’t mind me tagging you, but you’re the one who motivated me to get back into writing!!! This lil drabble certainly isn’t my best work, but it’s the most I’ve done in awhile, haha @revelboo
Y/n: Male platypus has half-inch poisonous spurs located on the inner side of the back ankle. Scientists believe that males use these spurs to compete with rivals during the breeding season. A kick from one of these bad boys is potent enough to kill small animals and cause intense pain in humans...
Bulkhead: B-but it seems friend-shaped...
Y/n*Pats his helm and kisses it*Oh boy, you are not ready to know about otter's truth of male otters...
Y/n*Is in a giant birdcafe*The Egyptians believed, the most significant thing you could do in your life... was DIE
Megatron*Who Kidnapped you, and just stared at you with a raised "brow"*I think we got a defective human...
Shockwave & Soundwave:....
Y/n*Looks at Megatron*You look like a metal shark...I like sharks- OH, did you know Baby sharks eat their siblings inside the womb of their mommy shark!... Actually, humans that too tho only with twin cases if the twin dies inside the mother
Megatron & Soundwave*Both their shoulders raise up like a flinch*...
Shockwave: Humans are...more interesting than first thought. All that they stated seems to be true
--------------------------Still inside the Nemesis--------------------------
Y/n*Is on soundwaves desk, watching him work, your leg chained to the wall*You like elephants, don't you...
Soundwave:....
Y/n: Don't try to hide it, your pretty bird of death spilled the beans. Did you know Humans and Elephants are the only ones in the animal kingdom to have chins? Not even gorillas or chimpanzees have one...
Soundwave*Was enraged Lazerbeak seems to humoir you, but then his head tilted to imagine the cuteness of elephants and now you being similar*Statement: Fact seems to be...true
Y/n: Oh, also Elephant, so matter if they're adults ot babies...think humans are cute-...go on see videos on youtube!
Soundwave:...
-Five minutes later-
Starscream*Coming into Soundwave's workplace*Soundwave, The autobots are requesting-...
Soundwave, Lazerbeak, you, and even...some vehicons are on the youtube watching a compilation of cute animal videos
Y/n: Where putting cat videos next, wanna join us?...
𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑛𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑠 + 𝐺𝑒𝑛𝑟𝑒 : Gender Neutral + Fluff & Yandere
❃.✮:▹Summary: Something they feared would happen finally did.
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷𝐸𝑥𝑡𝑟𝑎 𝑁𝑜𝑡𝑒: I'm sorry for not posting all of a sudden. Just a lot going on in my personal life that requires my attention... So please take this as an apology. 🙇♀️🙇♀️🙇♀️
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OPTIMUS
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧His first priority? Getting you to safety. The others tell him to that they've got everything handled, but at that point, it's background noise. Even when Ratchet opens a ground bridge and takes you from the frozen Prime, all he can see is you, gasping for air.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He's silent the whole time, sitting by your side and waiting with a blank stare for your eyes to open. And that worries Ratchet, who relays your status to the others to get answers. Megatron seemed to think squeezing you would ignite the fire in Optimus to fight back.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧And it certainly did. It was the angriest the others had seen him, knocking the air out of the warlord before taking you back to base. Ratchet knows Optimus needs some alone time to gather his thoughts, deciding to work on the base computer for the time being.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Nobody speaks to him when they return, instead going to stack the energon they got. Even when you wake, his gaze is unending as Ratchet checks your vitals and asks questions. It isn't until you're moved to his room that he crumbles.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Seeing him cry for you, ask if the pain was too much, if he needed to do something to help, apologizing for letting it happen. It strikes a cord with you, apologizing for getting in the way, but he doesn't blame you. How could he? You were just doing what you could to help.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧It's why you stayed at base, asking the kids when they happened to be out in town to get you whatever you needed. Even after you healed, your stay at base is common. It certainly helped Optimus concentrate, especially when you rest on his shoulder.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧The others do what they can to keep you out of danger, though they trust you can handle your own when saying so. They won't hover, especially with their own tasks at hand. Optimus is thankful for that, eventually able to go on missions after seeing you do fine at base.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Just know that Optimus keeps a close optic on you, carrying you around, tending to you however he can. And when he's on a mission, he makes it known to Megatron that he will NOT hold back anymore. That he should have NEVER brought you into this...
RATCHET
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Optimus had brought you back, looking at his friend with an apologetic look. And Ratchet is frozen, as if the end of Cybertron had happened all over again. It isn't until Optimus speaks that he takes you in his own servos to patch up.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He knew there was a possibility this could happen, that's why he had learned about human anatomy. But a part of him had hoped he'd never HAVE to use it, that you wouldn't GET hurt. And yet, it happened.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Bulkhead later informs(pressured into) him, that Knockout thought it would be fun to test the durability of a human body. So now, he has a target, and while Bulkhead tries to stop him, one glance from the medic makes him back off.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Once he knows for sure that you'll be okay, Ratchet manages to track down Knockout and leave lasting marks. A fair trade. He wanted to do more, but Optimus had tracked him and denounced his actions. He doesn't care to listen, given his processor is on you.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Ratchet refuses to let you leave the base, even for work. He had already contacted Fowler about it. Doesn't matter if you were recovering in a timely manner, there was no way he would let you leave. You can pout all you want, but it won't change his mind.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Should you try and sneak off, the medic has no problem doing what he has to to keep you next to him. He's your caretaker, why try and go somewhere, where something BAD could happen again! The kids had brought you everything you needed for entertainment.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧If he has to, He WILL beg you to stay, voice broken in a vulnerable state, asking you not to leave him behind too. Ratchet will manipulate your emotions to sway you if need be. He can't lose you, loves you too much to see that happen.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Ratchet may not say it, but he cares about you so much. You're the best thing to happen to him since the war happened. He didn't expect it to happen, but his spark has become yours. He wants his actions, even if a bit harsh sometimes, to show his devotion.
BUMBLEBEE
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Immediately finishes what he's doing and scoops you into his servos before asking for a ground bridge. Bee knows the others can take care of themselves, that they can handle the mission. But right now, you need medical attention, and you would ALWAYS be first.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧The whole time June does her thing, he's pacing back and forth, questioning why he wasn't fast enough to do anything- That vehicon was taken down by Arcee, but had managed to drive away. He wishes he could have done more to them, but that can come later...
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He clings to your side, carrying you wherever you needed to be, and going with Raf to get whatever you requested from your home or the store. Ratchet has to scold him for wanting to hold you instead of letting your body lay on a soft surface with little movement.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧ So he uses the time you rest in order to find the vehicon. It's a difficult task at first, but when Bee finds them, he makes sure they feel the pain. He can feel the guilt bubbling up, but it disippates upon thinking about what they did to you. Thankfully though, nobody suspects a thing when he returns.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧When you get better, Bee drives you and Raf to your designated spots, and it helps bring you two closer. It does make him happy, seeing you two laugh and talk, but it shouldn't have happened like this... Still, he'll count both your smiles as a win.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Even after you make a full recovery, Bee continues to keep himself at your side, carrying or driving you to places. It gets to a point where he's sent on missions to give you space, and to show that yes, you'll be fine with the others/by yourself.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Bee coddles you for a while, even when things get better. He makes his feelings more known, offering you courting gifts that he read humans like. Even if you see it as him being nice, he takes your happiness as a positive, since you technically haven't said no.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Bee just wants to keep you safe, since you mean everything to him. He's never felt this way with anyone, and given how strong said feelings are, his protectiveness flairs up. So don't expect to be going on missions anytime soon, especially if it isn't with him.
ARCEE
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧In her blind rage, she attacks whoever it was that THOUGHT hurting you was a good idea. Even as the others call out to her, nothing wipes that intense anger until Bee holds her back. Though that only turns said anger to them for stopping her.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧They say they understand her concerns, but what she did wasn't right. But they don't get it! It felt like Cliffjumper and Tailgate all over again... Losing them was devastating, and losing you too- She didn't know if she could recover if that happened...
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Though upon seeing you in Bulkhead's hands, a wave of sadness washes over her as she takes you. Very few times do the team see her so melancholic, and it feels so...wrong. Thankfully Jack arrives to help assure her the best he can.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He does his best to balance helping you and Arcee, which she does appreciate. And seeing you two together relieves her of some worry when she goes on missions. Sitting around and doing nothing won't help, so she'll use her time to track that vehicon down.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧And when she does? There isn't much to see with the energon being spilled everywhere. It shocks everyone to see just how MUCH damage Arcee did, though she doesn't stick around to listen as she requests a ground bridge to wash up before seeing you.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧The only place she takes you is to work, and even then, is actively trying to get you to stay at base. Fowler already got you time off work, so why go outside? You said you have money, things to keep you entertained, so why? Why risk it happening again?
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧It takes many talks and moments of vulnerability from the both of you to regain some type of space. And given the culprit is no more, Arcee feels a bit better about things. She doesn't want to make you miserable...
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Arcee sees a future with you, and if she has to slay an army of cons to keep you safe, then so be it. Never again will she lose what's important to her. She'll get stronger, as fast as possible- Even if it hurts, or she's pushed to her breaking point. For you, she'll do whatever is needed to keep you safe.
BULKHEAD
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He feels so stupid for letting it happen! Had promised to keep you safe while you did your task, to make sure nothing happened. But it did. One vehicon he thought was down shot at your back, and the scream you let out froze him.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Though it turned to blind rage as he took them down. After beating the mess out of whoever did the deed, he scoops you up like your glass, and his steps are careful as he heads to the portal. The moment Ratchet takes you, he goes outside to vent his frustrations.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Bulkhead refuses to go on any missions, to leave the base, especially at a critical time. Doesn't matter if Optimus says anything, even Wheeljack- No one can convince him otherwise, and given their small number, they REALLY need him.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧It isn't until YOU ask him to help the others, since staying behind won't help you heal faster. And since you said it'd make you happy, Bulkhead does what he can, though he's much faster on his feet than the others are used to in order to return to your side.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He recruits Miko to help, though sometimes it stresses him out. She means well, but like what happened with Tox-En, she was helping you with movement. It leads them to bicker a bit, but Miko states the facts that you can't lay around forever!
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧So begrudgingly, he lets it continue, though he does hover. Miko makes light of it, which helps the mood, and you recovering makes his worries quell significantly. It helps seeing you two become closer, so that when he goes on a mission, Bulkhead knows you're in good hands.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He makes sure you have anything you need, and sometimes, he'll take you on rides to enjoy the scenery and get some alone time. He'll apologize for not being able to protect you, even if you reassure him. The best you can do is let him hold you close...
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Definitely one of the worst to when it comes to hovering, even long after you recover. But given his nature, it's hard to stay mad. He means well, and he does try to keep the mood light, even if he stumbles over his words. Still, it's the though that counts.
WHEELJACK
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Wheeljack didn't expect to care for you so much, and so fast. But there was something about you that made him feel safe. Ironic, given what they're going through, but somehow, you always knew what to say or do to get him back on his pedes.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧So when you're both on a drive amidst the dessert roads, and a group of vehicon decide to fight him? He shows off a bit, and everything is going well. But a missed shot ends up hitting you, and that's when his demeanor completely changes.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He's so quiet, gentle with his hold on you as he calls Ratchet for a groundbridge. And while the medic wants to scold him, he pauses given you're injured and need medical attention, but also the rather blank expression on Wheeljack's face.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧It's odd to see him so calm, but the others know the only thing on his mind is revenge. Even when Optimus and Ultra Magnus try to dissuade them, all he does is give them a blank stare before going back to clean his weapons.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧It doesn't go away, even when you stir awake. Sure, he smiles and gives his usual teasing, but it just doesn't reach his optics. And once you go to sleep, he gears up to find his target. Bulkhead tries to calm him down, but even that doesn't do much to stop him.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Wheeljack doesn't break a sweat when it comes to tracking down the vehicon, rather, it's simply a matter of HOW he's going to exact his revenge. Muck like Ratchet, it's a scar for a scar, though the body of said con is left to spill energon out. Leaving them alive would have felt like a slap in the face.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Of course, you're none the wiser to his endeavors, given he won't say much about his whereabouts. Wheeljack seems rather laid back about everything, taking you to your home to relax or get something from the store once you recover, but work and anything excessive is a big no no.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧There's no point in trying to argue, since the guy won't budge. He doesn't want to cage you in and make you sad, but he can't let you go too far. Wheeljack can't afford to lose anyone else, especially you, so forgive him if he's a bit clingy now, okay?
SMOKESCREEN
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Smokescreen never imagined falling for a human. Heck, he didn't think he'd ever be on Earth! But he chalks it up to his destiny! Working with Optimus Prime, helping fight against the Decepticons, meeting a very cute human ally, what more could he ask for?
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Your safety should have been an easy task for him! Get in, get out, easy peasy! So why was a vehicon able to grab you? Why did he freeze up? It isn't until he hears your pained cry that he knocks the enemy down and runs off with you.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He's torn between staying by your side and driving to get away. He hates seeing you unconscious, laying so still, almost as if already dead. It's the most anxious the team had ever seen him, so Optimus offers to drive out with him, but even THAT doesn't do much...
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧The moment you wake up, he's hovering over you, offering to get anything you need. He's a bit clumsy with it, but seeing how hard he's trying brings a smile to your face, one that makes him feel both better and worse.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Smokescreen isn't one for mindless battle, but rather show off and make a show of it, to prove he's a good fighter. But since it pertained your well being, he doesn't mind getting a bit dirty to avenge you! For once, he goes incognito mode, and tracks down the vehicon.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧You don't think otherwise as he retells the story with a grin. Of course, he leaves out the more disgusting details, since he doesn't want you to feel sick. A part of him does feel disdain for his actions, he's supposed to be better than that, a hero!
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧But seeing you smile, hearing your words of gratitude make all the doubts fade away. Now, Smokescreen's only concern is making sure you recover the best you can. Sure, he hovers a bit, but does his best to give you your space.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He still goes on missions and drives you out of base, which does surprise the others. As much as Smokescreen wants to keep you safe at base, he doesn't want you to be trapped in one place. He just wants to see you smile, happy with thoughts far away from the incident.
ULTRA MAGNUS
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Strict, calm and steady. That's how Ultra Magnus has always done things. It keeps everything neat, in line and for him to account for, especially in battle. Where anything can be taken away by the snap of a digit. But something about you made him open up.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Not immediately, but more quickly than he would others. And that was what he considered his first mistake. Letting his emotions get the better of him rather than putting 100% of his focus on the task at hand. And not only that, he blames it for your accident.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧He just wanted to have you nearby, to look after of course! But a vehicon had gotten close and grabbed you a bit too hard, threatening your life. Magnus froze for a moment, and in a sudden burst of anger, managed to deal with the enemy before taking you back to base.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧The others see his usual stoic expression, but those who REALLY know him can see his processor is somewhere else. He's always had mixed feelings about humans, so fragile, rude even, but you had always confused him the most. Such beauty and fight in that small vessel of yours.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧After thinking upon the advice he gained from Ratchet and research he did on his own, Magnus came to the conclusion that he was in love with you. A concept he never anticipated happening, So, he does the best thing he can think of: ignore it and by proxy keeping his distance from you.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧The second in command still makes sure you're okay, asking the usual questions of your health, but it's directed to Ratchet. The others raise an eyebrow at his behavior, but it isn't too out of character. Rather, it's the disbelief and hurt on your face that makes things a bit...tense.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Ultra Magnus doesn't believe it can work, given the multiple differences between the Cybertronians and Humans. But emotions are such intricate things, and he finds it hard to stay away. So he goes with another plan: winning you over.
⊱⭒˚.⋆✧Of course, you're still a bit upset at how he basically ignored you throughout your healing process, so he tells you the truth. He sees no point in hiding it, given it would come out sooner or later, and asks for a chance of redemption. How things go, is up to you, but he hopes you'll let him make it up.
Scenario: TFA x GN Autobot who’s into earth things and media… so they make a movie night where they pick an animated movie and they all watch it (MAKE IT A SAD ONE!!)!! I just like the thought of them interacting with human culture imagine the holding back tears… as for example…
looks at Wild Robot, Iron Giant, and Wall-E.. imagine them like “huh. A robot movie, this gotta be good” in a sarcastic way then they’re holding in emotions. (You can have the reader is like forcing them to continue watching and made ratchet sit down for it too)
OKAY! - THANKS FOR THE REQUEST, I HOPE YOU LIKE IT (Anyway, I chose Wall-E as the movie, since I had seen it when I was little 🥲, I went a lot from memory )
Detroit Autobots! x Gn! Autobot! Reader -
(Scenario) / ( Angst 💔)
Scenario: The reader has been fascinated by human culture since the first time they set foot on Earth, but one thing stands out even more, piquing their curiosity and leading them to delve deeper into various film genres. Sari helps them by showing them Wall-E, a film that tells the story of a small, lonely and sensitive robot who falls madly in love with a drone that crash-lands in the landfill where he lives. Fascinated by this film, the reader will make a decision: organize a movie night to watch it together with his team.
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OPTIMUS PRIME -
Initially, he was more than willing to have a movie night, I mean, it was already hard to find time for themselves, with all the Decepticon attacks that had occurred in the last few days. (Primus… do they do more than just spread chaos and fear?)
During the first few minutes of the movie, everything seemed to be going well.
Warning: it seemed like it.
You could clearly see that Optimus was very engrossed in the movie itself; every now and then, when the most emotional scenes came, you could see him holding back his coolant, or repeating under his breath, 'Primes don't cry, primes don't cry, primes don't—' What an idiot, as much as you cared for him, sometimes he refused to show vulnerability… even in front of a simple movie.
Or during a certain scene in the movie:
When EVE finally shut down and went into standby mode…
Optimus gripped his servos tightly.
"No… no no…"
He half-stood, "She can't be gone! Not after everything that's happened—"
Then she started up again.
His entire structure relaxed in a deep release of tension. A single sigh escaped him, a sigh that sounded dangerously similar to "Thank you, Primus."
Finally, as humanity returned to heal the Earth…
His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke.
"Perhaps… this, too, is our mission," he murmured softly. "Not just to face the Decepticons, but to ensure there is a tomorrow worth defending."
In the end, you had to expect some compassionate words from your leader. After all, Optimus was Optimus, and that was what you liked most about him, the one who managed to find deep meaning even in the small moments spent together with all of you.
BUMBLEBEE -
Movie Night? Let's gooooooo! Bumblebee thought it would be fun, to unwind a bit from all these missions that were overwhelming him.
SO WHAT WOULD YOU HAVE SEEN? SOME CHEAP HUMAN LOVE MOVIE? SOME HORROR MOVIE? OR SOME—
He had become a fountain.
During the entire movie, Bumblebee hadn't stopped crying. (Typical of this adorable little guy.)
And as soon as anyone tried to point it out, they were immediately cut off.
During the closing credits, Bumblebee sat silent, his gaze slightly dull. The emotional rollercoaster seemed to have affected him, and it showed in his unusually calm demeanor. He took a moment to absorb the film's events, reflecting on the parallels with his own experiences. Finally, he spoke softly, almost as if he were thinking to himself.
"It… it was kind of touching, you know?" Bumblebee began, sniffling, his vocalizer activating again as more tears rolled down his cheek. "Especially… when EVE goes off, and Wall-E stays with her for centuries, protecting her, recharging her every day with precision…" His optics sparkled. "He doesn't even know if she'll wake up. But he… he never gives up on her."
He wiped his face quickly, embarrassed. "Okay, okay, I'm still losing coolant…! But even so… that little guy had more life than most mechs I know. Can you love someone that much? After being alone for so long?"
Suddenly she sniffled again, even when the room was quiet and nothing was happening. "Ugh… Why am I still crying?! This isn't fair! My vents hurt!"
RATCHET -
“Movie Night?”
Even though Ratchet thought it was a rather stupid idea, he wasn't entirely against it. After all, it didn't hurt to take a little break from work every now and then.
Every day was a different struggle not only with the constant problems arising in Detroit, but also with getting you guys fixed… or keeping you all from going offline.
Just for today, he'd take that well-deserved break.
And here we are:
Ratchet stared motionless at the screen, his optics glued to Wall-E's desolate existence amidst the ruins of Earth. The images scrolled by: abandoned cities, traces of a lost humanity, and the melancholy loneliness of a machine created for a purpose, yet stripped of it. Ratchet's grip on the edge of his seat tightened, his electromagnetic fields pulsing erratically. Then, the arrival of EVE—the moment Wall-E finally finds someone to care for him—caused Ratchet's air vents to visibly clog.
Then the fateful moment occurred: Wall-E crushed under the AUTOpilot wheel, the gears grinding in protest, his small body still and lifeless…
Ratchet leaped to his pedes abruptly, the chair emitting a shrill groan that echoed throughout the room. His movements were abrupt, almost angry, as he turned decisively toward the exit. But a hand held him by the arm.
"Let me go." he growled in a hoarse, broken vocalizer, his tone filled with savage rage and dull pain. Around him, the electromagnetic field pulsed furiously, filled with an anguish that seemed to transport him back to those dark days of war. Days when he had witnessed yet another spark go out far too often.
You tightened your grip on his arm. "Ratchet, it's not real…"
"I KNOW!" He exploded, trying to break free, but the strength behind it was lacking. He remained still, rooted to the floor, his plates tightly clamped, his optics fixed on the ground. When he spoke again, his vocalizer was broken, barely a whisper. "…But it feels real."
For a doctor who has already lost too many companions along the way, the line between fiction and memory is merely an illusion.
Finally, convinced though reluctantly Ratchet returned to his seat, deciding to continue the movie, sitting down next to you.
He didn't cry. He never wanted to show signs of giving up.
And yet…
He didn't let go of your servo for the rest of the movie.
And you were fine with that, if even that small gesture could reassure him, then it was worth it.
PROWL -
Even Prowl, in the end, was happy to spend an evening with his fantastic team… even if he wasn't entirely happy with it at first.
He would have much preferred to spend his time training or meditating in some quiet corner of the ship.
And yet, thanks to your all-too-persuasive words, you had managed to get him involved, surprising everyone else.
After all, Prowl was a mech who kept to himself, unwilling to be disturbed by things he considered pointless… or just a waste of time like that.
And yet, for that one time, he was there:
Prowl moved silently in the dark room, his optics fixed on the movie playing on the screen. The image of those two adorable, innocent robots, Wall-E and EVE, sent a pang through his spark for no apparent reason. Every gesture Wall-E made, intent on protecting EVE with all his might, brought a hint of emotion to the surface, slowly clouding his vision.
When Wall-E was temporarily rendered lifeless, Prowl stifled a soft groan into his vocalizer, overcome by a deep, indescribable melancholy. The sight of the little robot fading, its motionless body, and the faint beep that heralded its "eternal stillness", struck Prowl to the core, leaving him with a weight he couldn't ignore.
Prowl crossed his arms, keeping his gaze fixed on the screen. He tried to hide the melancholy that crossed his faceplate as he muttered softly, "Tsk. Emotional programming overload."
He looked away abruptly as a new scene began to play on the screen.
"Totally unnecessary emotional exploitation. In a real combat scenario, it would be ineffective."
A moment of silence followed, almost heavy.
"Still," he added after a pause, without breaking his gaze, "he had good reflexes. I would have liked to train with him."
Finally, reluctantly, he let his vocalizer drop a notch:
"If only… he hadn't been mostly a trash compactor."
He lowered his vocalizer further, barely audible:
"Ah… and don't tell Jazz I said that."
BULKHEAD -
BULKHEAD WAS ALSO LOOKING FORWARD TO THIS MOVIE, JUST LIKE BUMBLEBEE.
WHO KNOWS WHAT IT WOULD BE ABOUT… IT LOOKED REALLY INTERESTING.
Damn.
Bulkhead sat silently in the darkness of the Autobot base, the dim glow of the monitor reflecting in his blue optics. The credits of Wall-E rolled peacefully on the screen. Everyone else had already left.
But Bulkhead had stayed, and you were keeping him company, not wanting to leave him alone.
He remained still. His massive structure seemed to sag slightly, leaning on the makeshift chair. One limp arm rested heavily on his thigh. A solitary tear, cold and slow, slid down the surface of the faceplate, pooling on his chin before falling onto its sturdy frame with a soft clink.
"He… was completely alone", Bulkhead muttered to himself, his vocalizer low and filled with emotion. "Just… a small robot, caring for a dead planet, forgotten by all."
He thought of Cybertron, a once-bright world, traversed by glittering rivers of energon, now shrouded in grim silence under the weight of war.
He reflected on himself, on when he was but a youngling.
He considered that term: mudflap. A label that made him feel awkward, ugly, cumbersome, nothing but a useless mech.
"And then… find someone," Bulkhead whispered in a barely audible voice. His fists clenched imperceptibly, as each word came out with increasing difficulty, cracking under the weight of hidden emotion.
His optics dropped to the enormous metal hands of his servos. Those same limbs that had accidentally destroyed bridges, that sometimes sowed fear among humans.
"But Wall-E…" he murmured, his vocalizer laced with nostalgia. "He didn't need to be big. He didn't need armor or weapons. All he needed was a purpose… and someone who truly recognized him."
A long pause.
"I miss home." he admitted softly, making no effort to appear brave or impassive. A tear slid down his faceplate, released without attempting to wipe it away.
anon who asked about the character limit, thanks for confirming! Also as of typing I realised your ask box being tilted I Need That is prolly a reference to Ratchet XD Nice one!
As for my request could I ask how TFP Ratchet, Wheeljack, Bulkhead and Bee would react to their so calling them their husband?? There was this one trend going around where a spouse would be on the phone and casually refer to their partner as husband in a conversation. I just wanna see the bots flustered and confused, that's how I like my big robots
Dear Future Husband
Ratchet:
"You leave my husband alone!"
The playful scold echoes throughout Ratchet's processor, drowning out your cheers and jeers with the kids as you chase them off from his work desk. He looks at his frozen servos, then flicks his gaze towards you, watching as you pin Miko to the ground while rubbing your fist into the top of Jack's head as he cries for some uncle of his.
Husband.
Ratchet moves a servo to the computer, typing into a search engine. The results prove he's correct, a husband is a spouse, a married partner, equivalent to a conjunx, at least in the legal sense. Probably the sentimental sense too, considering how you are.
You called him your husband.
Ratchet glances back at you again, now buried beneath revenge-seeking children. He can't see your face behind Raf, who's sat on your chest, but he can hear your laughter. He smiles.
"Come on, off with you!" Ratchet shoos the kids away from you. They tumble and laugh at the gentle brush of his servos. "Don't crush my conjunx when I still need their help."
The smile you give him is dazzling, prettier than any star he's ever seen before.
Wheeljack:
"Careful, or your guard dog will come barking."
"My husband is twice the mech you could ever wish to be!"
Wheeljack knows a thing or two about humans, not really by choice, but he knows that word you said is meant to relate to him. He cradles your tiny form to his chest, blocking blasts with his back before he's transforming around you.
Breakdown isn't an opponent he wants to deal with right now, not with your life on the line.
Luckily, the Nevada landscape provides plenty of shortcuts and hideaways for him to make use of. You mercifully keep low and keep quiet, allowing Wheeljack to think a bit better about his escape routes. As much as he hates backing down from a good fight, you're a bit more important than his pride.
How will he question you if you're dead?
"All clear now, sweetspark."
You pop up into his driver's seat, grinning wide. "Have someone record it if you fight that guy. I wanna see you hand his ass to him on a silver platter."
"And I want you to tell me what a husband is."
Your smile softens. "From what I understand from Smokes, it's the equivalent to you calling me conjunx."
Wheeljack speeds off into the desert, throwing down the driver's seat so you roll into his trunk. Ah, so you actually got curious about him calling you that? Seems you both got some explaining to do.
Bulkhead:
"My husband's the strongest by far!" You brag, causing Bulkhead to pause and look at where you're stood before the kids, Wheeljack, and Smokescreen. "And you can't compare!"
"I was in the wreckers with him!" Wheeljack protests.
"Yeah, but he's still way stronger and cooler!" Miko pipes up, firmly behind you in calling him strong and cool. Bulkhead tromps over, faceplate warm, as he waves a servo around and dismisses the group bragging session. Not that is stops Jack and Raf from arguing with Smokescreen about who's the fastest of the bots.
"What's a husband?" Bulkhead asks you, once just you and Miko remain by him. Lifted onto the catwalk, Miko giggles and tries to climb up to his shoulder. He lets her.
"Someone who really loves someone else." Miko provides, tucking into the side of his helm. "Like how you love a conjunx."
"Is that the equivalent?" You ask, grinning lopsided and wide. Bulkhead feels his spark do flips when you grab one of his digits. "I love you tons, so you're my husband, my partner bonded to me in law and in spirit."
"Oh." Bulkhead lifts his other arm, scratching at his cheek. "Uh. . . Well, I love you tons too. As many tons as I can carry."
"That's a lot!" Miko chimes.
You just laugh, and Bulkhead decides to look up what husbands do, that way he can be a proper one, all for you.
Bumblebee:
"Ah, oops, hang on." You twist around, smile sheepish as you wave at Bumblebee. "What game did you want again, hon?"
Bee's wings flick upwards, and he gives you a sweet serious of noises and a point towards one of the games he already has. It answers your question nicely, even without Raf's help to translate.
"Right!" You chirp, turning back around. "My husband would like Ultra Racing Ultimate 4, please! I can pick it up in store, yes."
The conversation drizzles away as Bee's processor overcomes with static. He vaguely draws lines between dots, what husband means and what you must mean by saying it. His spark is lurching around in his chassis like it's trying to jump out to you, its true owner.
In the second it takes you to end your call, servos wrap around your waist and drag you into a teary eyed, utterly sappy Bee. He warbles his noises at you, leaning into the palms you brush over his cheeks and the kisses you press along his helm.
"I love you too, bubs." You coo, rubbing your nose to where his would be, if he had one. "Wanna scare the guy with how fast we show up to get the game?"
Bee decides he will conjunx you by the time he finishes his game.
I will play other characters, this was a bit long hehe. I will respond to requests as quickly as possible, ty!!!
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- PREDAKING :
Breeding Kink
Body Odor
Predaking has olfactory sensors unmatched by any species, strong enough to detect human pheromones, and oh boy, the first time he detected yours in his heat cycle, it was like an intense aphrodisiac for him. He can't get hot without smelling your scent, he loves to sniff you all over, especially between your legs and on your neck. They make his spike harden almost immediately and he has involuntary erections for the rest of the days.
Being the only one of his species, his deepest desire is to have offspring, especially after the loss of his siblings to the autobots. Don't even try to ask him to finish outside, he won't do it. As long as he's in heat, he'll use your tight little hole as he sees fit. He makes sure to fill you full of transfluid until you're nice and swollen for him, and if he gets the chance, he'll happily knot you up. Deep down he knows that having offspring with you is totally impossible, but he doesn't care, he'll fuck you like it's possible.
Despite this, he is not a complete brute, he cares for you and treats you like a queen, because you are, you are his queen. He devours you with savage respect. He has everything he needs for you, food, clothes, first aid kit and, to his chagrin, personal grooming stuff. He's not a fan of you bathing, shampoos and soaps make your natural scent disappear for a while, but he doesn't have much choice but to accept it.
Normally his heat lasts only a week, but he makes sure to make the most of it. During that time, you just reek of transfluid and sex. He loves it. His favorite position is when you're underneath him, receiving his spike as if you were made for exactly that. He also loves it when you ride him, making you jump on his spike and see the bulge in your belly.
- DREADWING :
Domestic Kink
Dreadwing is too horny to get things ready, put the pillows on, arrange the sheets, put the lube on the side.... The anticipation is a pleasure that excites more than the sex itself. Well, maybe not as exaggerated, but when it's over, spike is as hard and dripping as it could ever be.
It's a domestic thing, in the realm of the sensual. He makes the bed because that's where he's going to devour you, he sterilizes his body because you'll put your delicate parts there, he prepares the room as if it were an altar of desire. Do you want to do it? NO, it is his duty and only he will do it, he will not allow you, his sweet lover, to be exhausted with something like that.
Besides, it's hard for him to get too excited afterwards. Anticipation has become necessary for sex...
It's not just about order, he will definitely destroy and disorganize everything in the process. He also likes to clean up afterwards, it's a dirty reminder of what happened. His favorite position is the classic missionary, watching your face and the way his spike penetrates you, filling you completely is something she won't miss.
He is sweet but firm, his lunges are accompanied by kisses and his overload never comes before a "Where?". Inside or outside, it's fine with him, inside? That's fine, he loves to fill you with his seed and watch you drain yourself of it. outside? That's fine, it's a treat to see you covered in his cum and clean himself afterwards.
- ULTRA MAGNUS :
Size Difference
Foot Fetish
As stoic as the second in command of the autobots is, he has a special soft spot for how small you are. When you yourself made him realize how easy it was to play with you, to control you, he fell into an endless pit of perversion because, oh my, you are so weak, so vulnerable. He could do with you whatever he wanted with ease. Exploring your little body became an addiction; spreading your legs, lifting you, accommodating you, transporting you, I did it with such ease because you were so.... Tiny. You fit in the palm of his servo and right there he could do anything you wanted to you and you were so happy to receive it.
Every little part was a weight on his processor. Your slender fingers, tracing over the screen of your phone so nimble, so small, so soft, detailed, he could imagine how such a tiny touch would feel on the head of his prick; your cute ass, soft, firm, he wanted to cradle it with his servos; That little nose of yours, tiny, soft, so adorable, how it would feel to squeeze it between his fingers, to see the desperation in your eyes for air, to feel the soft curvature. Every part made him sigh.
Inevitably, it all went to your tiny feet, those cute toes, the rosy quilts, the way you played with them while you were distracted. They were different, they were... Sinful. Almost immediately they became a strange and guilty taste for him. He had to hide too many erections when you decided to rub those little fingers on his panel while he worked sitting down, they were so adorable he wanted to put them all in his mouth.
His favorite position is the classic missionary. He's not a bot particularly inclined to try new things, so he sticks with those two most of the time. He likes to watch his spike struggling to insert itself into your little hole, and the look on your face as he does it, it's dirty. Of course, he also likes it when you rub his spike with your feet, running his entire length to his tip, where the sticky pre-transfluid stains you. Subsequently he may also fill them with transfluid or masturbate with them.
Despite everything, he is a fanatic of cleanliness, he will clean you and your feet with dedication. He investigates everything to give you baths, bathe you himself and leave the room as if the dirtiest things ever happened there. He is dirty on the inside and in the privacy, not on the outside.
- STARSCREAM :
Dominance Kink
Dollification
He turns you into a doll, almost literally. He gets off on the idea of dressing you up, getting you all dolled up, before he destroys you. He chooses and steals the most extravagant lingerie for you, he is an expert in human fashion because of that. Are you going to dress yourself?don't bother trying, he and only he will adorn your little body with the garments. He also makes you up as he can, he paints your lips and cheeks with a soft red, sometimes it's pink, sometimes pastel blues and sometimes he just leaves you as you are.
He loves to have that control over you, he manipulates you at his whim, moving you around, dressing you in this and that, it's.... Just what he needs. It feeds his terrible desire for control and superiority, not that it bothers you much, he doesn't do it all the time, only in sex. Fixing you up can NOT be missed If it doesn't, Starscream doesn't particularly enjoy it.
He loves to dominate you, impose his desires on you and use you as he pleases. It's no secret that the pathetic, greedy and constantly humiliated seeker the last thing he wants is to be inferior in bed. If he can, he will nail you to the bed and order you around like the leader he claims to be deep down inside.
If he is in the mood, he will let you dominate him, but only rarely. He is quite good at being submissive and seems to enjoy it, but don't tell him! It embarrasses him and puts him in a bad mood. He especially likes it when you give him blowjobs before he fucks you, you look gorgeous with your clothes still intact and makeup ready to stir with transfluid. Plus, there he controls your head at his whim, you look so pretty with his spike filling your throat!
His favorite position is against the wall, he crushes you and bangs you there hard. Feeling your legs around his hips, opening you up so nicely to receive his long spike. Makeup runs off your face and clothes end up a mess by the end of the night, reeking of transfluid. It's not something that bothers you, you can steal more after all.
- BULKHEAD :
Food Play
Face sitting
This guy is going to fill you with energon and lick you like his life depends on it. As embarrassing as it is, Bulkhead really likes to coat you in edible things. It was like seasoning a ready-made dessert. He loved the taste of you, but adding energon and oil made it even better.
It makes him embarrassingly horny to see you covered, ready to be devoured by him. The energon thick on your belly, the oil forming a deliciously sinful path to your pelvis, it's going to drive him crazy!!! He'll lick every last bit of your body and then he'll lick you until he leaves you reeking of oral lubricant. In some cases when the two of you get too extravagant, the wrecker is willing to cover you in transfluid and lick it clean off your body.
His favorite position is when you ride him, especially his face! He likes you to dominate him from above, use his intake as you see fit, he will enjoy it. Your taste is like an exquisite delicacy, and seeing your body so close could make him overload right there. Cum in his mouth and he will be the happiest bot for the next few hours. You're like a drug to him.
He is a gentle, overly concerned about getting hurt. He's too careful and the last thing he wants is for you to end up badly because of his clumsiness, even if often all he wants is to lose control. He guides your movements with servos on your hips, making you give him gentle squats and rub you like a little cowgirl on his shank.
- BUMBLEBEE :
Toy Fetish
Bumblebee definitely has a problem with toys. He likes to experiment a lot with his partner, and what better and safer way than with toys? Every day, every night, he has to try something new, oh yes, it's an obsession. He likes everything, dildos, plugs, clamps, harnesses, vibrators, he always gets different things from who knows what place when they are going to do something. He'll put it on you, and of course he's not going to be curious about what it feels like himself, so toys are a shared use.
He's a sweet guy, but he's not above being dirty. He especially likes to try things on you, your expressions with a particularly large plug, or how you squirm between ropes carefully wrapped around you as he turns up the speed of the vibrator inside you. He lays you across his lap, your two holes occupied with a plug and dildo, handcuffs holding your hands together, and a harness that shuts you up before adding a pair of clamps on your nipples and putting his dowel between your thighs. Then, he presses a vibrator on your clit. He... Definitely takes advantage.
His favorite position is doggy style, he can completely sink his shaft inside you, smacking that soft ass so good. The stimulation brings you both to tears. Almost always his overload accompanies your orgasm, bringing them to ecstasy as if it were their destiny. Bumblebee also likes to use your transfluid as a lubricant, so it's not something either of you worry about, store it disgustingly in a jar, it won't rot like human products.
At the end of the night the bed ends up a mess full of fluid mixture where you two sleep without much trouble. Predictably in the morning you wake up sticky and have to clean up the equipment, change most things and clean all the toys for the next use. It's not so bad, especially when the remote control vibrator comes back looking especially tempting to both of you for the rest of the day.
