#rid15 x reader

[servamp234]

Yandere transformers robots in disguise 2015 Drift

Does anyone have any yandere Yandere transformers robots in disguise headcanons for Yanere!Romantic!Drift with Platonic Jetstorm and Slipstream?

This will not leave my head

[holorform2009]

My friend suggested me a meme trend.

[cheerful-sixears]

TF[RiD’15]: Steeljaw X G/N canine/wolf-bot reader

•Fandom: Transformers: Robots In Disguise [2015]

•Theme: Steeljaw x G/N Canine-bot reader

•Title: "Freedom Awaits"

•Rating: PG; [mentions of clawing and typical Steeljaw behaviors] pretty sfw

•Notes: A rewrite of an old fanfic. Comrade used for G/N comfort. Steeljaw is just being a desperate loner looking for pack mates. Might be a part two of this if there is any interest. [fic below the cut]

"Most would say that fate whispers to the wolf; you cannot withstand the storm, but this wolf whispered back....I am the storm," Rushing through soon-to-be clawed up trees with talons lashing and frantic panting, you recited the quotation within your troubled and frantic mind, having learned it somewhere in the past but unaware of the real source. You strode on hind and front paws, then on two legs after exhaustion began to kick in. You'd been on the run from the autobot, "Bee" for what seemed hours. You only knew a portion of his name because the ignorant, red painted, flamboyant bot with him was obnoxious and crude when obviously and simultaneously failing to follow orders.

You soon stopped behind an aged, large tree, panting, and yet, as You tried to muster up the fuel supplies to get up and attempted to run...to no avail. Your joints and coils trembled in your exhausted frame, which resulted in a dramatic collapse before miles and miles of more forest. Your pointed, lupine audial gave a sudden twitch and swiveled around when you picked up the slightest sound of moving debris: a twig or branch snapped beneath what sounded like a large, robotic life-form, "A possible ally?" You whispered with glistening fangs readily apparent to snap as you heaved and panted for air. Your glossa hung from your lower jaw like that of an over-exhausted canine, "Show yourself..." You spoke within raspy breaths. Your optics glowed within the dim lit low lights of the sun falling beneath the trees.

Your audials fell back and your muzzle formed into that of an almost crooked smile with fangs exposed. A fearful gesture, and yet when you were ready to ward whatever it was off with a fear-inducing growl, you were suddenly whacked across your chassis with something sharp and searing. Instead of the growling, all you could muster up was a soft whimper of sudden shocked pain and discomfort, "Who are you? Why would you do that??" You continued to pant and bare your fangs as you backed yourself further into the tree. Your assailant's optics became visible in the impending darkness provided by the clustered trees and their foliage. Claws dug holes into the Earth and rake-marks into the tree's tender hide. You became so frightened that you hadn't noticed your own tail between your trembling knees.

After several moments of taunting from the intruder amidst the shadows, it finally spoke aloud, "Fear makes the wolf bigger than he is, you know," The seductive, almost soothing tone seemed quite eerie and disturbing behind the darkened visage of the night. The sudden sound of raking against the bark of another innocent tree struck your audio receptors enough to create a small spark of static and disruption, "Dear...comrade, what are you doing so exhausted and lost in the wilderness of this...backwater planet? Have you endured the same torture? The rude welcoming committee, and worst of all...the Autobots?" The figure stepped toward the small patch of light before you and revealed himself. His appearance was familiar, but you knew not his scent.

"Who are you?" You asked as your voice cracked under anxious pressure, "I will not fall prey to another-" Your words were cut short as a clawed digit pressed itself up against your maw.

"-Trap? No need to fear dear comrade, I bear the same marking as you. We are both-I assume-two cons' trying to make a living on a new planet. A new home to call our own without being treated as...criminals... and morseo...equals," He nodded his head as you glanced down at the deep claw marks through your chestplate. You winced at the still-lingering pain, "I'm sorry about that, loner. I was merely covering your tracks. You'd have probably been caught by now and stuffed back into one of those...stasis pods, again,"

"Thanks....I guess," You crossed your servos over your chassis and glanced away from your assailant, but you glanced back without hesitation, "Who are you?" You raised an eyebrow and rose off of the ground slowly-the tree supporting your still-weakened knees, "I would like to know the name of my...savior," You faltered at that final term, but kept the same, almost blank expression as their optics met.

"My name is, SteelJaw, and no need to thank me, comrade...all I ask is that you join me..on the hunt for more comrades; brothers and sisters...just like us," He clenched a fist and thrusted it to his chassis, showing confidence with every fluid motion of his being, "Again, will you join me, co-"

"My name, call me by my name," He glanced at You, seemingly startled by your retort, with a raised brow and leaned against the tree in which he clawed into shambles, as if he awaited your reply, "It's, (Y/N; first part)" You cut yourself short momentarily, not wanting the devious wolf-mech to catch your full name. You were an extremely cautious Decepticon/Autobot as odd as it seemed, and you were so tired of the rash betrayal or being hunted down by other Decepticons or even being turned in by undercover Autobots.

"...what? You seem to have...come off a bit short?" A sly grin formed on the maw of the wolf-like muzzle sported by SteelJaw. His razor-sharp fangs were visible to you as you shifted and swallowed hard before offering a reply...

"(Y/N; last part)," With defeat in your chords, you lowered your audials and glanced over at the wolf’con, who seemed to be rather amused by your strange behavior and body language, "Don't tell anybody else about my name....or me," Your pointed a claw at least inches away from Steeljaw's chin as he chuckled with utter amusement at your newly delivered threat.

“(Y/N), my dear, why would I do that...Join me. Join my...pack as it would seem I am but one..." He seemed to be playing a rather pitiful card as You saw through his pack of lies rather confidently, "I just might accidentally alert the nearest autobot of your whereabouts...unless you stick with me to...avoid that scenario, don't you think?" The sly lupine con bore his fangs in a gnarled grin as he knew he'd won. He approached you much closer, almost muzzle to muzzle, "I take that as a...yes?"

"....Yes,"

End Part

[uselessmicrowave]

Thunderhoof, Fix-it and maybe Grimlock (All RID15) romantic headcanons with g/n human? It can be nsfw

FIXIT HHHHGHRGRR 💕💕💕

sfw headcanons

Thunderhoof

Pet names are a must from him. Sugar, babe/baby, hon, toots, ect.

He’ll need to take some measurements of you… for clothing… Thunderhoof refuses to write these numbers down, which gives him an excuse to handle you like he would a delicate object. He’ll ‘accidentally’ touch your ass in the process.

Fixit

When he doesn’t have important tasks to do, he’ll follow you around like a lost puppy.

If you pick him up, or are able to and carry him over a particularly rocky patch of ground? He is smitten. Blushing and clinging onto your shirt.

Hugs your mid-section because he’s smol. It’s adorable.

Grimlock

Will shift to his bot mode just to get kisses from you.

Half of the time you spend with him is either you on his shoulder or in his servos.

Grimlock runs hotter than most of the bots on the team, making him just amazing to cuddle with. Like a warm blanket.

nsfw headcanons

Thunderhoof

Remember those measurements I was talking about earlier? Half of those measurements are for lingerie sizing.

A switch who prefers the top.

Thunderhoof is not at all careful with you. At all.

So fuckin loud. And so many rounds.

Does the bare minimum of aftercare and then falls into recharge.

Fixit

He’s so sweet and polite. Will ask if it’s ok before touching any part of you. He’ll stumble over almost every word, but he will ask.

Loves to be given instructions n’ praise. But don’t expect any words from him because he’ll do nothing but whine. Also loves for you to be on top.

Every time feels like a first time with Fixit, taking it slow and making sure that you’re comfortable.

Will last at the most two long rounds, but if you need anything in between or after he’ll take the best care of you.

Grimlock

Another very gentle mech.

Grimlock will not catch on if you simply imply you want to interface with him. You need to pull his faceplates in front of your face and tell him you want his spike in you.

He’s just so warm. Everything about him, his servos, chassis, glossa, his spike-

Wouldn’t ever tell you, but he really wants to shove his glossa in your mouth… and for you to touch and caress his denta. (yes his denta, not dermas)

[absolutelysmittensimp]

Steeljaw: (Name), you'll be working with fracture and thunderhoof.

(Name): Alright! My fantasy threesome!

Everyone else: *blank stares*

(Name): ... Of bots in a team.

[uselessmicrowave]

(RidD15) Sideswipe and his mini-con!s/o (same type that Jet and Slip are if that's important-) getting freaky in the woods after a battle with a 'con that they took down together w/ some praise from Sides + hints of a size kink if u don't mind

“You did great, y’know that?” You blush at the Sideswipe’s words. “I think you deserve a lil’ treat.”

“Really?” He gently pushes you against a tree, lowering his frame to the ground. Sideswipe lightly blushes as his faceplates get closer and closer to your array.

“Yes really.” The bark of the thick tree scrapes your back plating as you lower yourself, you don’t care though.

He licks at your interface panels, spreading your legs. His servo is almost as big as your thigh, he could probably do whatever he wanted with you.

But he doesn’t. He looks up at you with a half-patient look, waiting for you to open up. You don’t keep him waiting long, letting lubricant spill from your array.

You know that Sideswipe would try to be quick with this, but if his habits of teasing you get into the picture, Bumblebee would scold both of you.

[uselessmicrowave]

Hello there :) may I please have a matchup for RID15 and/or Rescue Bots? (RID15 preferred if only 1 is allowed, but whatever you think matches best)

At first, I come across as aloof, calm, and socially awkward. I'm very to-the-point, and can sense BS very quickly. I never get involved in drama, but I might make a witty joke while I sit in my little corner and watch with popcorn. I've been told I'm very observant and I've been called an old soul. But when you get to know me, I can be a bit of a gremlin😆.

I have a huge imagination and I'm always daydreaming. I'm creative and I love storytelling. Especially theatre and writing. Once I start writing, I find it hard to stop (as you can see here😂). I'm a film geek who likes psychological horror movies (Hitchcock films, The Shining, Carrie, etc). But I also love Scooby Doo. Another thing I like is archery and being outdoors.

I may be a complete basketcase and 24/7 stressed, but I try to look on the bright side of things when I can, and I consider my life to be an adventure. I know my problems will be a fun story to tell at parties someday.

One thing I despise is being talked down to. I also hate when conversations get needlessly intellectual and philosophical. Like, I don't wanna use my one braincell!

Fun facts: I was born with weirdly shaped pinky fingers. They're both bent sideways. Apparently it's called "clinodactyli" or something, so that's cool. I have sensory issues. My favorite movie is Gremlins. One time, I accidentally printed, like, 87 pictures of a cat because I was a dumb 7-year-old, and the entire computer room was flooding with cats. My mom was so mad😂. Also, I'm terrible at videogames. I tried to play World of Warcraft once, and spent over an hour trying to get out of the canyon I accidentally jumped into.

I'm a Genini-Cancer cusp, (technically Gemini) Libra rising. INFP (although, the second time I took a test I got INFJ so idk lol).

Hello! I’ll be matching you with RID15 Fixit and RB Chase.

Fixit

He loves to hear about your daydreams! He just adores hearing your stories and works in progress, the premise, the plot, whatever it is, he’ll listen.

He also has sensory issues, so he’ll avoid his own sensory issues and the textures you don’t like as well.

Fixit will try to watch horror movies with you, but he’ll end up hugging onto you and hiding his face from the screen. He will get spooked while watching Scooby Doo, as well.

He’ll try to get some stress off of your shoulders, he wants to help you out with things (organization/sorting, moving manageable things, ect.).

Chase

He has the same amount of tech knowledge that you do, and he’s done something similar with the Burns’ printer.

Chase will also watch arguments from a corner with you, he can’t eat popcorn but he thinks it’s funny.

He’ll attempt to help you in your video games but somehow messes up harder.

He likes to look at your writing and works in progress, even if he doesn’t have permission to. He just loves your writing so much…

[uselessmicrowave]

Helo,can I request transformers rid drift x human reader?The reader likes working out a lot and has a good physique but wants to achieve a ninja skillset but since they cant figure how to train on their own they ask drift for help(this is a big step for the reader since they never got help in the past when they needed it and asked for it and have learned to do everything on their own so they are very hesitant about this).

While training them drift realises that the readers problem doesn't rely on muscle power but they just need to believe more in themselves.

Basically a mentor x student romance.

“Y/n,” Drift starts, “As your mentor, I’ve realized your mentality has held you back.” you look at him with a confused face. “Come meditate with me.” he offers a servo to you.

“I… meditation won’t improve my performance.” you turn your back to him, focusing on what you were doing. “No thank you.” Drift puts a servo on your shoulder, turning you to face him. In careful confidence, he cups your faceplates with a warm servo.

"Please." you nod, giving in and following him when he takes your servo, leading you into the maze of trees. Drift stops and sits down with you in a small clearing, the fallen and colorful leafs blanketing the ground around it. He's still holding your servo. Instead of making him aware of this or saying anything about it, you close your optics and sit in the gentle sunbeams that shine through the tree's canopy.