ok so we've had human caretakers in the soft AU not realizing exactly what's going on between them and the Cybertronians they're 'caring' for, and being confused and reluctant, etc- but what if someone gets assigned to a Mech that knows exactly what is going on and 100% fully ACCEPTS it
could be because they need protection from someone and took the job, thinking that working with huge metal aliens might be a classified thing and get them hidden safely, who knows, but I'm kinda curious how a reverse-scenario basically would go here!
Your pick on who's lucky enough to get someone who knows what they're getting into and is completely willing and eager- overly protective, grumbly Decepticon or sweet, understanding Autobot
:D
Oooh nice!
Soft
RID15 Grimlock x Reader
• “I got one! I got a conjunx!” Grinning as he runs past Bee and Sideswipe, he’s dimly aware of Bee yelling ‘potential conjunx, Grim,’ but he keeps running, looking for his wash stall. Looking for you. Hadn’t really thought he’d be chosen. That maybe he was too big. Intimidating. Almost flattening Wildbreak as he rounds a corner and the Decepticon staggers out of the way, optics wide. And there you are as he grabs at the wall of a stall and his peds slide, nearly falling when you look up, clearly startled.
• Heart racing as the huge mech grins at you, you’re forcing yourself to smile back. Reminding yourself that this is why you signed on. Because these giants have the very misguided notion that the caretakers are courting them. That you’re here looking for love. And you plan to exploit that. Want to feel safe again. To not be constantly looking over your shoulder waiting on your past to catch up to you again. “Hello, sir,” you call out, forcing a smile as your nerves hum. He’s big enough, scary enough looking that anyone would think twice before they mess with him. Hopefully.
• “Grimlock, Grim. You can call me Grim,” he says, taking a step into the stall as his servos flex. Wanting to pick you up but trying to not overwhelm you. You just look so small. Soft. Venting softly, he rumbles as he looks around the stall. Not really sure how this works. What to say or do. “You got a name?” He asks and he winces when your expression eases, smile becoming real. “I mean, I know you obviously have a name. I just, I don’t know what it is.” Wishes the ground would open up under his peds as you bite your lip. Already messing this up.
• Trying to not laugh as the knot of tension inside you eases, you give him your name and he grins easily again. Relaxing slowly, you study him. And honestly, it feels like you’ve lucked out. The mech seems friendly enough. Eager. All you have to do is play along. Pretend you’re all in on finding an alien husband. Because with a guard dog like him, no one’s going to come after you. It won’t matter if he finds you again when he can’t get his hands on you without going through your new, alien boyfriend. “Would you like some energon?”
• You’re smiling up at him, expression expectant and he realizes you’ve asked him something. Has no idea what, but he’s nodding anyway. And you turn away, startling to wiggle a barrel of energon nearly as big as you are off your cart. Starting forward, he reaches past you to pick it up. “I got it,” he says, servos fiddling with the lid on the barrel as you study him. ‘You’re really strong, aren’t you?’ You ask and he straightens slightly, plating fluffing up as he rumbles and hefts the barrel. “Pretty strong,” he growls, pleased.
After you finished, you switched the screen to a human female body with the title, making a lot of the bots in question stop oggling at the screen
Y/n:*Looking at them with an 'innocent smile'* Okay, guys~It's time for my favorite time of this class...The Female Anatomy ~
Misfire*Giggling in his chair*Heheh~This is the best day of my life~
Half of the bots cheer while others gulp at their gutter like minds HOPE you would show videos or even show personal demonstration sparks "beating" faster...till you open your mouth-
Y/n: We are gonna talk about menstruation~
Bots:...Huh-What?
Pharma*Chuckles sitting next to Ambulon, in the corner of the class with the other medics*
Ratchet*Takes a sip of wine*Hahah~...The look on their stupid faces
Y/n*Preses the next button to show a visual of a VERY realistic animation of what goes* Once a month, an egg travels to the uterus, and if it's not fertilized ~
Megatron & Cyclonus: Oh, Primus...
Y/n: The uterus will all shed its lining~and is expelled as a bloody discharge!~
Bots*Screams in horror at the explanation as you proceed to show the slides with real pictures*AAAAAAAAAAH!?
Perceptor: OH MY PRIMUS!?
Rodimus: WHAT THE FRAG-
First Aid *Sees Fulcrum fainted, looks at his superiors*Fulcrum fainted, sir's
Ratchet*Waves him off*Leave them alone, these imbeciles have been through worse
Whirl*Confused and looks at the others*What is wrong with you all? It's not a big deal...Its biology
Y/n: ...Well, he is an unlikely ally
Y/n: Now periods can be excruciating, sometimes as painful as a heart attack
Tailgate*'Gasps in horror*You're serious?! Oh, my Allspark...I'm so sorry you human femmes have to go through that! I'M GONNA BRING CHOCOLATE TO WORK EVERY DAY! I heard it makes it better!
Grimlock*Nods, and grumbles knowingly*...I will also bring the brown sticky thing
Y/n*endeared by tailgate and grimlock's support* Aww~that's so sweet~
Sunstreaker*Curses under his breath," and gives an accusatory glare at his twin* Frag, they got affection points, why didn't you tell me about this chocolate thing!
Sideswipe*Elbows his twin just as angry*OH, NOW YOU WANT MY STUDIES ON HUMANS! DONT YOU DARE KINKSHAME ME AGAIN!
Red alert*Poking Fulcrum and other crewmates who fainted*Uh...these guys are still out, should we help?
The Medics continue to cackle at the misfortune of the crew
Part 1/Part 3
Wait till they find out that what helps with cramps is coitus-
Stuck in a grimlock drought💔 lowkey need some of the dinos noodle if ya know what im taking about wink wink nudge nudge😏 (get the reference?)
Get that “noodle!” 🔞 MDNI mass displaced mech 🌶️
Needy Pt 2
Grimlock x Reader
• Fingertips tracing lazily over his helm as you lay there with your feet in the water, you wonder when this had started feeling so normal. What does that say about you that you can accept your new life so easily? That you’re not trying to get away anymore to go back to your real life? “Frowning,” he growls in question, a big servo smoothing between your brows to make you smile. He’s not a mech of many words and when he does talk, it’s stilted, difficult for him. But he tries for you and you appreciate it.
• “Just thinking,” you say as you roll over onto your stomach, stretching your arm to dabble your fingers in the water and his still semi-pressurized spike stirs. ‘Thinking?’ He asks, shifting between your slightly spread thighs and you look back at him over your shoulder. But he’s staring at his excess on your thighs, loving the way you look when you’re messy with his release. Covering you, he groans as you tilt your hips and he buries himself inside you again. Needing you even though he just overloaded inside you. Unable to stop reaching for you.
• Breath catching as his hips rock, there’s no urgency in his movements as he nuzzles against the back of your neck. Mask retracted and denta teasing the skin there. And you don’t bother trying to unravel the convoluted way you feel about him, losing yourself in the feel of his spike stroking inside you as he rumbles possessively at your back. “Worrying?” He grunts, hips pumping as one of his big hands completely engulfs yours. Suppose it is worry. That this can’t last. That at some point, you’ll have to go back to reality. ‘No,’ you lie, fingers interlacing with his servos.
• Venting as he grips your shoulder in his denta, hips bucking while you tremble under him and fist his spike, he wishes you’d talk to him. Explain what’s wrong, because he can tell something is. When he’s with you, he feels less out of control. Less a mindless brute, but he’s still limited. Whatever happened to him, making it hard to think. To communicate. But he wants to. Needs to. Growling as you gasp his name, coming apart for him, he shudders.
• Feeling the heat of his release filling you, his glossa drags against your shoulder and you belatedly realize he’s accidentally broken the skin even though you didn’t really feel it. Laying your cheek on your arm as he shifts at your back, spike pulsing, the heat of his frame and the sun are almost too much. You’re sweating and you need to bathe again. Shivering with a moan when he finally pulls out, you yelp his name as his arm hooks around you and he tosses himself and you sideways into the lake.
May I humble ask for some love given to my favorite bot Grimlock!!! Maybe a kiss!
When I got into transformers and saw Grimlock I knew I found my favorite character! (I just love dinosaurs might be the autism)
Love your work and take care of yourself!!🩷
⋆˚࿔ grimlock x human reader sfw ficlet
thank u for the kindness, i truly appreciate it!! sorry it took me a while to get around to writing this. i hope it’s okaaayyyy <33 i’ve not written for grimlock before and i find him a lil tricky to get right :’)
not sure if it needs a cw but uhhh there's a dead animal in the beginning of this!
Being with a mech like Grimlock is certainly an interesting experience. He’s more primal than his fellow Cybertronians, and his idea of romance is bringing you dead birds and rabbits. They’re gifts, he insists, no matter how horrified you might look in the moment.
For all his oddities, he’s kind and sweet to you. He’s incredibly protective, one might say a bit too protective, but his intentions are pure. He just adores you, and wants to do right by you.
Today won’t be any different, it seems.
He trudges into your shared living space, dragging another poor, dead animal in tow. Something seems to be weighing on him, the air around him is pushed outwards in a repelling way. Lounging on a mountain of blankets and pillows, you look up from your book at his arrival, seeing the fatigue drawn over his relatively featureless faceplates.
“What’s the matter, ‘Lock?” You ask, closing your book before setting it aside.
“Grimlock tired,” he says dejectedly. Your eyes trail down to his most recent hunt hanging in his servo. This is how all meat humans have starts out, but seeing it so clearly in front of you is a little unsettling.
“Why don’t you put that on the counter and then come for some cuddles?” You suggest, shuffling over on the nest of blankets and pillows to make room for him when he joins you.
He doesn’t answer you, but takes a slight turn to put down his winnings. You’ll have to try drilling it into his helm again that you can just go to the shops and buy whatever you like, and he doesn’t need to do all of this. But you know there’s a sense of pride in it, to be the protector that brings you gifts and means of survival.
As soon as he’s set the animal down, he paces over to you in long strides, quicker than he did when he was entering the room.
He practically glides down over you, immediately resting on top of you. He’s careful with his weight, making sure to brace himself even as he settles.
You wrap your arms around his broad frame, smoothing your hand over the back of his helm.
“Grimlock… Likes human’s kisses,” he burrs, nuzzling his face against your middle. You place your hands on the back of his helm, stroking tenderly whilst he tries to imbue with your energy.
“You want some kisses?” You ask.
“Yes,” he replies simply.
"Come up here," you encourage.
Like a magnet, he pulls up to be level with you. You can sense the tiredness in his visor, but he rarely likes to speak about his day. If you ask, you'll just get a huffy response that isn't worth the sourness it causes. You cup the sides of his helm, bringing him down further so that you can start kissing against the smooth metal of his faceplates.
You start out just below his visor, kissing along it to make the circuits in his processor spark with joy.
He rolls you both over, making you straddle him whilst you continue to shower him with kisses. He’s purring beneath you, and his large servos map your back and waist with sensual caresses. He can’t help it, he loves touching you, he loves being physically close to you.
Such a big softy under all that strength and fearsomeness. He can take down any foe, but folds whenever you’re around. The one thing he isn’t able to combat, and even if he could, he wouldn’t want to.
His warm servos slip under your top, stroking up and down your spine. Shivers spill over your arms and back at the soft touch. It pains him that he can’t kiss you back, but you don’t seem to mind too much.
There’s no lust or sexual energy behind the touches, it’s simply a desire to be closer to you in any way he can. Whatever troubles he was dealing with earlier today have now evaporated from his processor, now caught up in the moment with you.
“Grimlock loves human,” he hums with content. You giggle, cupping the sides of his helm as your kisses focus on the front of his guarded faceplates.
I don’t think think many people talk about how much servos, and faceplates mean for cybertronians, since those are the parts that are swapped during empurata to “lobotomize” them, which just strips them if not all then the majority of their emotions and that the bots who are on the larger scale produce more more heat like crazy , imagine a big ass boiler but one that demands more affection and cuddling as someone who has joints that ache pretty often heat helps best, or if you were to have a fever you shouldn’t be that surprised to find yourself one day wrapped in a blanket like a cat at would be at the veterinarian and placed directly over their spark chambers, or in the palms of their servos!, or anywhere near their engines to let your body absorb all the heat they emit, it helps them be more at ease to figure something out to ease some of your pain even by a little.
They know they can’t do much, a big frame means less way to show you just how big their feelings are.
Like I would kill to just lay on the faceplate of one of the bigger bots and just nuzzle there in a fetal position while I am being warmed up both literally and figuratively.
You reunite with your conjux, Grimlock, and act quickly when his rage powers threaten to take control of him.
(Author's note: I just think there isn't enough stuff for Earthspark Grimlock.)
Warnings: you being anxious about Grimlock's disappearance, you not trusting GHOST, mentions of the mind control incident, Grimlock having trauma over it, and you getting a bit rough with him to help him calm down.
Ever since Grimlock went on that mission, you’ve been keeping a low profile with the other Autobots. However, you grew restless after hearing that Grimlock had gone missing. You would have gone yourself, but unfortunately, being a Dinobot didn’t offer the best chances of remaining undetected. You tried to follow Optimus’s orders and stay hidden, allowing Bumblebee to search for him instead. But as more time passed, and no news about your conjux emerged, your restlessness only grew.
Grimlock would not have disappeared like that unless it was for a good reason, or unless something had happened to him. And waiting did nothing to calm your nerves.
It wasn’t that you lacked faith in Bumblebee and his skills to find your missing conjux. But you needed something—anything—to distract yourself, or you might end up doing something you’d later regret.
Optimus had offered you a position with GHOST—the new human-Cybertronian alliance tasked with hunting down Decepticons. But you declined. You didn’t exactly agree with their methods of handling their Decepticon prisoners, and there was something about their director that left a bad feeling in you. You didn't trust them.
Eventually, Optimus offered another solution—teaching some young, Earth-born Transformers called the Terrans.
You became curious as you had not heard about them before. After Optimus explained how they came to be and how they were kept hidden from GHOST, you agreed to meet them.
They were first startled when you suddenly emerged from a river near their home, as you often traveled through bodies of water to avoid detection. But after transforming and realizing who you were, their surprise turned into excitement. You were one of the most well-known Autobots with a dinosaur alt-mode—a spinosaurus that could move on both land and water.
They were very sweet and sparkling-like. They introduced themselves, and you even got to meet Moe and Robbie, Dorothy's children.
Jawbreaker was especially excited about you since he had read about you and Grimlock in the comics. He was the only one in the group without an alt-mode and thus felt a bit insecure about it. You assured him that he will find an alt-mode that feels right to him eventually, and that he could be both gentle and strong.
You passed the time telling them stories and learning about the things they had experienced. They then mentioned having encountered Grimlock in Philadelphia, which left you asking more about your conjux.
Then, at that moment, Grimlock himself suddenly emerged from the woods in his alt-mode. You quickly noticed he was under the influence of his rage powers and acted fast to try to calm him down. When that didn’t work, you struck him hard enough to force him back into his robot mode, where he then fell unconscious. The children were startled at first, but you reassured them that he would be alright. Even though you sometimes enjoyed brawling with your conjux, you hated having to use force to keep him under control.
Part of you felt happy to see your conjux, but another part grew angry when you learned that Optimus had known about the whole incident, and that Bumblebee had come back without saying anything. After putting Grimlock to rest, you had a serious talk with Optimus over the comms.
Optimus apologized, explaining that he didn't want to cause you to panic. You wanted to cuss him out, but controlled yourself since Jawbreaker and the other children were nearby.
Then you heard a familiar voice say your name.
“Grimlock?” you said, seeing him in his bot mode and back as himself.
“Hello, love. I heard that my disappearance had been making you anxious. Sorry about that,” Grimlock said softly.
You assured him that it was all right now, since he was back with you.
When you tried to ask about his mission, you noticed he was being avoidant, insisting he was fine. That almost never happened—unless something was very wrong. Instead, he suggested that the two of you teach Jawbreaker how to be fierce.
While showing Jawbreaker not to be afraid of his own strength—and how to use it wisely. You observed Grimlock and tried to figure out what had happened in his mission that he rather avoid it.
You learned more about Grimlock’s mission through Jawbreaker and the whole ordeal with the mind control. Grimlock's sudden avoidant nature began to make sense, especially when you noticed him struggling to keep his rage powers in check.
When you noticed that Jawbreaker’s constant mentions of the mind control incident were triggering Grimlock’s rage powers, you pulled the young Terran aside and told him to calm down, advising him to avoid bringing it up unless Grimlock himself wished to. You explained that Grimlock most likely did not want to dwell on the experience, or that it had left a deep negative impression on him.
Jawbreaker nodded, apologized for his mistake, and promised to try to hold back.
Unfortunately, the young Terran forgot his promise once he scanned himself a Dinobot mode from dinosaur bones and grew too excited to test it against Grimlock.
When Grimlock lost control to his rage powers and transformed into his alt-mode, you reacted instantly—shifting into your own alt-mode and tackling him to the ground.
One advantage of being larger was that you could hold him down with your weight, keeping him anchored as he growled and thrashed beneath you.
“Grimlock…” you whispered, your voice soft and steady. “I’m here. You’re not alone.”
He roared and fought harder at first, his rage boiling over, but you didn’t flinch. Instead, you leaned closer, letting your words reach him like a lifeline.
“Listen to my voice. You’re safe. I’m with you. You’re not alone.”
Little by little, the violent edge of his struggles dulled. His vents drew in heavy, ragged breaths, and you could feel the tremor in his frame.
“I see you,” you murmured, pressing your helm gently against his. “Your anger doesn’t define you. You don’t have to carry this weight by yourself anymore… I’m here. Always.”
His resistance ebbed away, and slowly—like dawn breaking—his optics softened, glowing blue once more.
Jawbreaker, now in his dino mode, trotted over, looking guilty. “(Name), I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s all right, young one. I know you didn’t mean any harm,” you reassured him.
You stepped back as Grimlock regained his senses and transformed back into his robot mode. He crouched with a long sigh while you and Jawbreaker transformed as well.
Grimlock looked at you with sincerity in his optics. “Thank you, love. I needed to hear that.”
“Next time,” you said firmly, softly bonking his helm, “instead of hiding your troubles, confide in me. We’ll find the solution together. That’s what being conjuxes means, isn’t it?”
He chuckled. “You’re right. Sorry about that.”
“Now. Come here, you big doofus,” you said, pulling him into a hug—with Jawbreaker joining in. Grimlock was surprised for a moment, but then he hugged you both tightly.
The rest of the day passed more peacefully, with Jawbreaker keeping quiet about the mind control incident. Grimlock reassured him that it was all right, and when the Terrans curiously asked what “conjux” meant, their excitement grew when you explained it was the cybertronian equivalent of being married. The revelation made them beam with joy, and even Grimlock seemed to relax, the tension easing from his frame. For the first time in a long while, you felt peace in your spark.
I need more cyberverse grimlock x reader im just going to do headcanons of him rn
cuddle hcs and affection hcs for now but you can add more Headcanons if you want :,)
[CV] ♡ Grimlock Affection & Cuddle HCs
here you go! I hope you enjoyed this ❤️
note: written with autobot reader in mind
— Grimlock is very touchy in general. He shows his affection through touch more than anything else. The mech's always got his servos on you; around your hip struts or over your shoulder plating.
— So its no surprise that he likes cuddles. A lot. He loves them. Grimlock loves having your frame tangled up with his. Especially in private. The two of you laying on your shared berth, his blue optics focused onto your face with his frame curled to your side as his servos keep you close to him while you look up into the ceiling and sigh contently.
— Would he little spoon or big spoon? Truth is, be doesn't mind either. Grimlock would like for his touch to be reciprocated though and not just have you in his servos as some kind of doll. Any position that allows him to have his servos all over you and your servos all over him is optimal.
— Grim doesn't really know why he likes having you so close all the time. Maybe its the comforting warmth of your systems? Or the soft hum of your mechanisms & the thrum of your spark? Perhaps your EM field mixing with his own? He hasn't the faintest clue. Grimlock can be a little clingy at times, but its mostly because of the fact that its been so long since he's had you by his side. He was basically stranded on Earth for millions of years without any physical contact from anyone.
— But his love for physical touch can extend into him mech-handling you. He'll lift you up to surprise you when he thinks you haven't noticed him, or maybe he'll flat out just pick you up and walk away. When things go south, he might literally just carry you off and run for the hills. Also might hold you a little closer when he feels jealous/possessive.
— Funnily enough, while he isn't slightly embarrassed about being a little physical with you publicly, Grimlock gets a little flustered when you say sparkfelt romantic things to him in front of others. His faceplates heat up slightly. Its cute. Grimlock doesn't hesitate to tell you what he feels about you, he can easily say an "I love you" but having to said back it him makes him feel all flustered. He just smiles like an idiot.
— He won't hesitate to flirt though. The heartfelt stuff might get him all mushy but standard flirting is something he can handle... sort of well. He'll lean in and try to hit you back with something more shameless; its like a game to him. A competition even— And Grimlock likes to get competitive.
— He isn't needy for your touch but he LOVES having your servos caress his face. Keep stroking the plating there with your thumbs. Please? He leans into the touch and basically melts when your trace the scars. His helm on your lap and all of a sudden he's the happiest mech alive.
— Quality time is something he gets plenty of with you. And its the most memorable moments of his lifetime as well. The countless soirees prepared with you by his side. Some of his most fun parties are only fun to him cause you're there with him.
— Probably the most tame Grimlock out there.
he is so kawaii 😍 lmk if you guys wanna see more cyberverse cause i really wanna do something for cv dead-end or maybe cv megsy or cv astrotrain but im shit outta ideas.
