Compared to how much human language and Cybertronian are different from other, they would never guess one day their human would come to them and use some keyboard device to talk to them. (Like how rocky talk to grace on the ship lol)
Human: *start typing* [ Greetings fellow bot. ]
Bots: !??!!! You can talk Cybertronian now?!
Human: *clicking sound* [ Yes, how are you today? ]
Bots: Fine…Great actually—, wow you really speak our language…this is incredible!
Human: [ device still in developing]
Human: [ want to know bot’s name ]
Bots: but aren’t you already know my name?
Human: [ in cybertronian not earth language ]
Bots: OH— okay it’s (…).
Human: *typing* [ -— -—? ]
Bots: YES! I’m so proud of you! Good human!
Human: [ proud happy thank you ]
Bots: *mutter* Primus…this is the best day of my life.
YN: (Just walking, then got caught in the Seeker's nest)
I really can't help but draw little birds! Ahhh they're so cute TT
I used a translator, so the content may be a bit stiff.
.I might create a... how should I put it, birdformer?'s AU, transformers x you, including multiple versions, but I don't know if I can seriously finish it, so don't take it too much to mind.
(I made this with G1 in mind but it can be read in any continuity frfr)
Imagine like falling asleep on a decepticon like Skywarp, rumble and frenzy, or whoever (im sayin Skywarp and the terror twins cuz they’re likely to pull ts) or sum shit on a day when he don’t wanna do his duties, and accidentally starting the excuse of “I can’t, the fleshie fell asleep on me” throughout the base or whateva. Expect to just get randomly dragged away and told to sleep by some bot just cuz they don’t wanna do shit lol.
I lowk feel like this could apply to the autobots aswell, not necessarily in a excuse way but in a ‘aww the human trusts me, I must guard them till I wake up’ sorta way (could also be an excuse though, ya never know)
Eventually you fall asleep on Starscream and he immediately pulls the “The human has fallen asleep on me! Therefore, I, Starscream, am the new leader of the Decepticons” card, only for him to be whacked upside the helm.
So... I think it would be funny to make a Cybertronian YN who is like ghat
Soundwave gets spotted in the middle of a call with megatron by un
Oh hi soldier! Keep up the good work!
Soundwave, slowly turns to Megatron wiping non existent sweat off
WHEN YOU STRUGGLE TO RECOGIZE THEM [CONS]
going very in general here, this can be read as platonic or romantic. do mention what kind of relationship you think they'd have with y/n. ALSO THIS IS SO VALID CAUSE SO MANY OF THEM HAVE THE SAME FACE, SAME BODIES AND SOMETIMES SAME COLOURS.
scenario: their reaction to you getting who they are wrong for the billionth time
there is so many ways this could go lmfao... so many characters i could involve here.
the seekers are probably one of the easiest to mistake. a thousand times worse if you're colourblind.
Thundercracker is sighing as you call him Skywarp yet again, Skywarp is groaning when you call him Starscream, and Starscream's wings visibly twitch when you accidentally call him Thundercracker, then proceeding to go on a long rant, complaining about how you're getting it wrong again! their reactions are more intense depending how much they like you/are into you.
Starscream personally trying to train you to get out of this quirk of yours. its only cause he finds being mistaken for someone else as annoying! totally not cause he's worried about you!
Skywarp on the other hand sees your inability to distinguish as a prime weakness for his pranks so expect him to exploit that just so he can be an annoying little shit. he's pretending to be other seekers so he can make a fool out of you.
the elite trine has no idea how you're managing yourself in battle if you can't differentiate between faces and voices, how do you tell apart friend and foe? the badges aren't always visible from far away... they might get worried and try to stick around you just in case. not so sure about Starscream but i think Thundercracker would!
maybe even Soundwave. you're friendly to him, maybe even a bit too pleasant but so far, you haven't really asked anything out of him and have mainly served to motivate him... which is good. you're sweet, in a way. but the mech mainly tries to keep a distance and remain neutral.
he finds out about your difficulty to distinguish when the cassettes decide to be afts. it doesn't take long for Rumble and Frenzy to figure out why Skywarp tries to sound like Thundercracker around you for pranks. it difficult for most bots already to tell them apart but you? oh, you're fighting for your life... they guilt trip you, trying to make you feel bad about getting them switched up by acting dramatic, taking fake offense. Buzzsaw and Lazerbreak get in on the fun. Ravage is watching somewhat amused by your confusion.
also Soundwave almost losing aura on the conference call cause you gave your daily encouragement not seeing Megs on the screen is mad funny. he probably thinks you might've been trying to sabotage him there or something but he knows its unlikely.
I need smth with my wet cat TFA Skywarp, bro deserves a lil bit of love😭
Aww poor guy
Soft AU-Warm
TFA Skywarp x Reader
• Startling when peds hit the concrete behind you, big hands close on you before you can even turn and your stomach gets left behind when your feet leave the ground. Wheezing as you get cuddled against your assigned mech’s neck, his chin brushes the top of your head. “Can’t breathe,” you groan, struggling to get away as servos roughly pet your body like you’re a kitten he just found. Inhaling and sputtering when he finally eases up and holds you up, you cling to his servos. ‘Starscream yelled at me again,’ he says, wings drooping as he looks around like the other seeker might be waiting to jump him for tattling. ‘You’d never yell at me, right?’
• Relaxing marginally when you shake your head, he rubs a servo against your cheek, ignoring when you try to push him away. Likes how small you are, how soft. That you’re quiet. Can’t hurt him. Though he’d had an unsettling nightmare about you crawling inside his chassis to chew on his wiring, but he’d come online afraid and aroused. Very confused, too. “I didn’t even do anything wrong,” he mutters, trying to not remember that nightmare. Pacing restlessly with you, he vents against you and a soft hand lands on his face. “Everyone always picks on me.”
• Tensing as his mouth brushes your body, you give up fighting him and just accept that this is your life now. Though you’re not exactly sure if you’re his stress toy, his safety blanket, or a stray kitten. Just like you have no idea what to make of a giant alien that’s afraid of his own shadow. Literally. He’d scared you one time by catching movement from the corner of his optic and flinching with a scream only to realize it was the shadow of his wing. “They’re always plotting against me. You’re not plotting, are you?” He asks, holding you up so you cling to his servos.
• Watching you quickly shake your head, he nods and cuddles your warmth against the mesh of his neck again. “We could fly away somewhere quiet,” he mutters, though he knows he won’t actually do it. Because that’s even scarier than dealing with everything here. Too many unknowns. Risks. It’s safer here because he knows what to expect. Has his routine. You bring him energon and wash him. Court him. Knows to expect those things. “You’re on my side, aren’t you?” He asks, holding you up again as you cling to his hand. “I can count on you.” Isn’t entirely sure he really believes that, though. Because where do you go when you’re not with him? Who do you talk to? Maybe you laugh at him. Mock him.
• Nodding because it’s what he wants, you wish he’d put you down. Have work to do. Reports to file. But he’s carrying you around as he restlessly moves, servos stroking you. And he’s holding you up to study you as you do your best gecko cling to his hand. Why did you sign up to work with giant, alien robots? Well, the money, of course, but why hadn’t you expected to have to deal with heights? Because that hadn’t even crossed your mind at all until he’d grabbed you the first time and unlocked a fear you didn’t even know you had. “Sir? I have things to do,” you try and he frowns. ‘No,’ he says, walking with you as you hang onto him. No? What no? Where’s he taking you?
Foursome, Female!Reader, (Jealousy and a little fighting). Blowjob, penetration, cunnilingus.
English isn't my native language. 18+ (There's a little lot of text here too)
The doors slid open with a clatter, you and Skywarp turned your gaze towards Thundercracker as he entered. Starscream, dozing behind you, stirred. Your hands reached out instinctively towards the blue mech, and he shifted, leaning towards you as you stood on their shared bed, and, smiling gently, touched the tip of his nose to yours.
"You’re not in such a hurry to greet us," a voice from behind made you jump. Turning round, you met Starscream’s still sleepy but clearly displeased gaze. Always so jealous…
“Don’t make things up. It’s just that I don’t see TC very often, that’s all. I love you both equally.”
“Them both equally?” Skywarp sounded offended now. Oh, God...
Thundercracker couldn’t help but chuckle to himself at the amused look on your face. His right servo supports weight as he leans over you. Mech's lips are close to yours, as if soaking up the warmth before tasting it; the distance between you closes smoothly, and cold palms suddenly grab you under the armpits, pulling you away from the blue Decepticon. You don’t have time to catch Skywarp’s gaze as he interrupts your intimate moment, covering you himself and snatching a kiss. His sharp fingers dig into your cheeks and waist, leaving marks.
The two brothers’ eyes are locked on each other; TC’s claws have dug into the metal, causing Warp to smirk smugly and slide the tip of his glossa into your soft little mouth. Starscream felt the wires around his neck bend slightly as he swallowed; his drowsiness gave way to a heat, stronger than any fever.
Ceasing the sweet assault on lips, the con pulled away, leaving a thin thread of saliva between your tongues. Your gaze finally met Thundercracker’s red optics, which had grown brighter—no, hotter, he drew close to you again, abruptly, as if you were about to be taken away once more – for a second, Skywarp’s claws actually tightened their grip, as if unwilling to share – and almost struck you with a kiss. The metal presses against you with such force that it threatens to leave bruises on your lips, and you moan in protest.
Skywarp’s fingers move to your breasts; he presses his faceplate against the top of your head, warming it with hot air whilst simultaneously squeezing your nipples.
"So defenceless in front of the three of us, aren’t you?" Starscream’s hot breath tickles one ear as he moves closer. He’s almost purring, feeling the heat from just the sight of the Seekers caressing and kissing your yielding body. He remembers your last evening together as a foursome, remembers the mingled scents, the wet surfaces, your sweet moans and that enveloping, tingling softness…
Another tip of the tongue joined in, sliding over your ear, down to neck, and to your shoulder to push aside the fabric of clothes and bite.
TC and Skywarp swap places, as if competing to see who can cover more of your mouth with their glossas, and hands, hands, hands. They’re everywhere. They squeeze, they slide, they slip under your clothes, tearing away the tiresome fabric, knowing they’ll buy you plenty more of these rags. Thundercracker steps back, watching with pleasure as you breathe heavily, your bitten skin now bare. The texture of your flesh arouses something akin to hunger in him; every inch of silky skin begs to be marked, bitten, scratched…
Warp's palms turn you over, pressing your face against the bed, the metal’s cold sears the skin and legs twitch involuntarily as his claw slides playfully over the last piece of fabric on your body. Con hooks the edges of the lingerie, taking his time, scratching your skin, revelling in the scent of your arousal. He is interrupted when your calf is grabbed and pulled away from Skywarp, who cries out ‘Hey!’
Your goose-pimpled back catches the heat of his groin plates when Starscream sits you down on his lap. Without hesitation, he pulls your underwear off, gathering the moisture of arousal on his fingers before sliding them over your clitoris, making your thighs trembling and press together. Thunder has already opened his plates and clamped down hard on the base of his dripping spike. His optics, slightly dimmed, are fixed on your thighs and glistening labia.
"Why is it you? You were first last time!" Skywarp, however, refuses to take Starscream’s actions for granted and tries to pull you back towards him, but the hands of Trine's leader hold you fast.
“I was first last time, and I’ll be first this time too!” His fingers continue to caress your clitoris in circular motions, eliciting quiet moans from you, drowned out by the two of them arguing. Starscream suddenly cried out, pulling his hand away from you. “What the frag, TC, you bit me!?”
He’s doesn’t reply; long fingers slide beneath you, lifting your hips, and mouth practically sucks onto you, making you arch back with a moan and search for something to hold onto with fingers. His tongue glides over your clitoris, thumbs massage lower abdomen, lips descend to the tiny entrance of your pussy to lap up the moisture of arousal and rise again to clitoris.
You come shamelessly quickly; neither of the other two seekers had time to intervene or even utter a word before you, still in the same position, curling your toes and exhaled with pleasure. Thundercracker pulls away from you with satisfaction. He looks at his brothers in turn with smugness, before making a couple of final strokes with his fist along the length of his spike and ejaculating onto the metal in several spurts.
Skywarp was the first to come to his senses; he shoved Starscream in the shoulder, causing him to tumble off the bed with a yelp and a crash. He pulled your limp little body back toward him, opening his groin panel, and, positioning himself behind you, smoothly sank into your tight pussy a quarter, halfway, all the way in. Oh, how sweetly you moan at the thickness of his spike…
He immediately starts thrusting his hips, paying no attention to anyone in the room except your back. His engines roar, the room fills with your moans and the quick, lewd slaps. Your palms clench and unclench, nipples rub against the metal beneath you, and you unconsciously try to crawl away from the slaps of thighs, which will leave bruises, but he wraps arms around your waist and pulls you back into place. The stretching is unlike anything else; every nerve is touched as he slides back and forth, the recent orgasm releasing you, giving way to a new one.
“Fuck, please…” your voice is hoarse; you don’t know exactly what you’re begging for.
Starscream watches with a smirk as Skywarp fucks you in that doggy style position, while TC cums again, pleasuring himself at the sight. “How would you feel if I snatched her away from you right before you reboot?”
“Don't. You. Dare” Con thrusts grew more frantic; he covered you with his frame in a protective manner and Starscream just snorted. He sees you open your mouth in a moan, a string of saliva stretching from the roof of your mouth to your pink tongue. Primus…
The Trine leader climbed over Thundercracker, who was resting contentedly with his optics closed, to sit across from you with his typical sly grin. “Hey, princess,” Starscream lifted your chin, ignoring Warp’s warning growl. “Come on, look at me. Open your little mouth.”
The tip of his graceful spike slid across your lips, muffling moan of another orgasm, and the claws clamped down on your hair as he longed to plunge into that mouth, all the way down your throat, you continue to moan, and red optics of the seeker flicker from the vibration. He's thrusts, again and again, giving you a little time, and after a while you join in yourself, sucking on his metal like a candy, swallowing the spike and pressing tip of your nose against the metallic pubis.
“G-good... girl.” The mech strokes your head with trembling fingers. They could never fuck anyone but you and get this much pleasure. Not even the most gifted priestesses of love from ancient Cybertron could surpass the hospitality of your soft throat and the tightness of your smooth, silky pussy.
Starscream and Skywarp reload simultaneously; their transfluid fills you from both sides, warming your lower abdomen and saturating your taste buds with the unique flavor of the viscous liquid. They release, causing you to cough and fall forward, your body sweaty and trembling.
Streams of transfluid flow down the inside of your thighs, pooling into a small puddle at your knees.
“TC… take her on,” Starscream leans back against the wall, spreading his legs and breathing heavily, not letting you catch your breath either. “I want her to take my size without any trouble when I’ll be ready.”
You don’t have the strength to answer as, yet again, hands wrap around you and lift you up like a toy. And you wouldn’t want it any other way.
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I loved your piece on reader being the big spoon!! It was fun <3 if it’s not too much to ask for a second part?
"Content" GN BOT Reader x Ironhide, Prowl, Bluestreak, Soundwave, Skywarp, Thundercracker [G1]
⦉Summary ❥ ⦊ You wanna be big spoon tonight.
⦉Genre/theme 𖥔 ⦊ Romantic fluff
⦉Warnings ✘➥ ⦊ Skywarp assuming sexual stuff will happen but nothing does.
⦉Pronouns ★ ⦊ You, Your, Yours,
⦉Notes ✚ ⦊ Bot reader
Ironhide realizes ya were still plannin’ on going through with your self reclaimed “Sleep over” when he sees ya in his berth. He had to scold Carly next time he saw her, for puttin’ so much human vocab into your helm when she talked to ya. You sit up and pat the side of his own berth and wave him over and- huh? You wanna hold him? Ironhide huffs a vent through his olfactory at the thought. It’s not like he’s nothing delicate now- And sure you weren’t exactly either. But Ironhide can tank a hit better than any Autobot with how his plating is reinforced. “Aight- Aight-!” He mutters anyway when you give him a look- moving to settle in by you.
You don’t waste time dottling- just going right for his helm as soon as he fragging settles properly by you. You drag him right up against your chassis, under your own jaw. “There- happy now?” Your em field pulses with something sweet. It makes Ironhide vent and his locked junctures to loosen up a bit. Your servos move slow but sure. Along the dip where his pauldrons meet his chassis, and along the base edge of his helm kibble. Soft and sweet- warm and welcoming too. You lately admitting ya were happy he’s “letting ya love him right now.” The phrase makes him want to grumble- in embarrassment more than anythin’. His optics burning just a little bit stronger while ya loved him like you said.
Ironhide’s own servos wrap around your back- holding ya there even though it ain’t like you planned on being anywhere else soon. You’re more caught up in murmuring even more embarrassing things, all while treating him like he’s something to be protected instead of as durable as he really was ...Primus ya were too good to him. More heat builds in his optics before his plating eases up on himself and he feels lighter. Held close to you Ironhide sleeps like a slab of metal not even aware he was conking out in the first place. And only comes to when you try and untangle yourself from him. Won’t ask to cuddle but will wordlessly drag you to do it anyway.
Ironhide doesn’t have to worry about being protected- he’s tough as nails and not one to stay down. But- he does like havin’ ya dote on him at least a lil’. Feels good to be the one being fussed over every once and a while. (Especially if it’s you when he feels like he can’t get enough of ya already.)
He pauses mid stride into his habsuite when Prowl realizes you are in his berth- having already made yourself comfortable even. You perk up when you see him and reach your arms out in front of yourself towards him- even though he is still across the room. He can feel his door sensors fall into a more relaxed angle at the sight. Expression loosening before he makes his way over and is being invited into his own berth by you to- … Hold him? Prowl’s optics cycle slowly at the prompt- However you pout and worry your optical ridge. Making an over exaggerated upset expression that makes him sigh before complying for you. Though he wouldn’t deny you a pleasantry he could more than easily provide.
Once he is in position by your side you pull him close- very close to your own frame. His chevron clinks up against your chassis with the enthusiasm you tug him against yourself with. Prowl begins to shift- only you cut it short when you wrap your arms around his helm and immediately begin worrying your digit pads along it. Touch gliding along where his metal dips before sliding downwards to message the base of his jaw. Prowl finds himself humming softly when your digits press the tension out of his jaw. His optic ridge relaxing even further at your touch. The heat In his temples lowering.
You’re warm- your form solid and strictly refusing to even allow him to entertain the thought of pulling away from your affections (If he were to even follow through with the action to begin with). Your servos glide along his frame until they find the dips of his pauldron plates above his door wings. Prowl finds himself going limp in your hold and against your frame, a wordless sigh falling past his derma. The stress in him dissipating as if it were never there to begin with and you always were. He’s aware he may fall into recharge but he does not assume it will actually happen as quickly as it had. Prowl won’t ask you for the same affections twice even with how good it had left his frame functioning afterwards. However, he will not reject you if you ask him to lie with you the same way.
He can find his helm and his frame feeling like lead, even more so after one of his circuit crashes. Prowl is forever grateful when you’ve taken your time to help soothe him for his stress and his spark.
It’s been rough- real rough. Really he doesn’t get why he still has to fight- well no, he did get it. He knew he had to. Otherwise no one would be able to stop the Decepticons from doing terrible slag. Bluestreak knew- knew more than most. Didn’t mean he had to like it. So he’s real glad you agreed to come to his habsuite cause he needs to see ya- spend time with you. So he doesn’t just start pacing and muttering whatever he can think of to himself alone in here. Bluestreak ends up dragging you down with him on his berth when you grab onto him in hello. And- You wanna what? Well… He’s not gonna say no if you wanna.
So you both end up huddling against each other on your sides- all till you shift a bit on his berth to grab his helm and drag him right up next to your chassis. Bluestreak vents deeply and his plating slacks all at once when your em field washes over him. Wow, he missed this- missed you. He mutters as much when he almost groans over the feeling of the straining in his plates dispersing at your caring touch. He tries to rest his helm against you but his chevron clinging against your front stops him, so he tilts his faceplate so he can rest his cheek on you instead. He thinks he can feel your internals moving from where he’s at and he thinks he loves it too.
Bluestreak twitches when your servos find were his pauldron cannons are- but they dip along the base before your digit pads start worrying against where they connect to himself. Sending warmth trailing through the gaps in his metal and down his spinal strut. His pauldrons slack even further when you start murmuring how your day went while continuously tracing patterns on his back. It’s nice- fantastic- perfect. Another one who doesn’t realize he’s passing out until he comes out of recharge joors later still tangled together with you. Bluestreak will ask often- as often he can without seeming like an overly needy significant other.
Bluestreak can’t find peace normally- not when you’re at war and fighting to keep yourself and innocent people alive. But being held in your arms is as close as he’ll be to finding it.
It’s enough of a helmache that Soundwave physically and aggressively groans aloud when he abruptly registers anothers thoughts. Lately closing focus he thought he was free from having to worry about. Glaring and his plating slanting sharp when he glowers to see who broke into his habsuite- the aggression tacks down and pours out of him when he realizes it’s you. You’re in his habsuite- in his berth. You open your arms out towards him on your side and Soundwave thunks himself across the room to practically throw himself down. Before you even finish saying whatever it was you where going to say. He goes limp against your frame and you merely position him and yourself holding him to your chassis.
His thoughts are overworked to the point his processor is fuzzy- Fuzz that warmed slightly when your servos begin gliding across his frame. Pressing the tension out from between his plates and brushing it out of his em field with your own. The longer he’s there in your arms and tucked against your frame the more bearable just being becomes. You begin humming softly- light but it’s easy to make out on his audials. It starts bleeding together with the sound of your spark humming by his faceplate. His thoughts finally relax and he’s merely greeted by the soft affections dancing behind your own helm.
He vents deeply- enough all his plating slacks and goes limb. Covered utterly by your attention. Your touch, your em field, your sounds, your thoughts. His helm doesn’t feel like his processor is physically attempting to escape it anymore. It would be the understatement of the past vorn to say Soundwave blacked out. Feels better than he would have ever imagined considering the state he was in before he even arrived at his habsuite. Repeat offender- His cassettes are also guilty, but they see you down on your berth or his and it’s essentially a free invitation to pile next or on top of you.
Soundwave did not keep much close to his spark as it would be foolish to do otherwise with his reputation and his rank. However he would die before he ever allowed you to be anything less than his.
The day sucks and Skywarp doesn’t wait to fragging warp out of the meeting room after the mission failing drag down. Stupid geeky Autobots. His wings are banged up and his chassis is dented after that yellow freak grabbed a hold of him in the air. He’s cursing the glitch under his vents grumbling, then stops when he sees ya in his berth. “Who let ya in here?” He’s still mad but his face plate stops scrunching up as tight when he sees ya. You did- No duh, he knows he gave you the key code. Are you dumb? You- huh? You want him to “get his prickly aft in his berth”? Skywarp scoffs before doing just that hoping you’ll let him vent some stress out with ya the fun way.
You move first and Skywarp grabs back at ya- and he stops when you stop moving and just stay there in place with his helm up against your frame. “… whats happening right now?” he was expecting sexy touching and charge zapping down his plating. Not- You wanting to hold him? He scoffs again cause he’s not some namby pamby geek who needs to be held like a fragging sparkling. Your digits dragging down the back of his neck stops his comment before he can get it off his glossia. Warmth from your touch and your em field follows your metal. Not sexy warm but warm.
Skywarps mouth shuts with a clink when your servo moves down the notches in his spinal strut. Rubbing and lightly touchin’ all the little and bigger dents that are in his back along the way down. You find the base of his wing and he sighs, because that’s the good stuff. “Oh, yeah-” He mutters against your frame when you start rubbing between both his wings. Oh, sparkdamn does he need ya to treat him sweet more often- Skywarp deserves it, deserves this. Knows he’s blackin’ out but doesn’t say nothin’ cause you wanted to be all cozy to him, so you got what ya wanted didn’t ya? Another who won’t ask but will drag you into his berth anyway expecting ya to get with the program.
Skywarp just wants some sparkdamn lovin’ from his hot courted. If that’s a crime than those sorry suckers are gonna have to catch him first before they try and fragging charge him for it.
After the mission Thundercracker pauses when he enters his habsuite to find you in his berth. The jolt of his HUD at his own surprise of another frame here had sent his battle protocols pinging. He quickly dismissed them when you catch his gaze and allows his wings to relax from were they’d flexed in apprehension. You speak and-… You want to lie with him? Thundercracker finds himself venting deeply at your words. Some tension already slipping out of himself just from the act of affection you were initiating. He makes haste coming over and getting into his own berth with you. However he is not ready for you to wrap your arms around his helm and drag him down with you when he gets close.
Thundercracker grunts when he’s pulled down into his own berth so haphazardly- his wing tilting the wrong way and having to adjust himself to properly lie next to you. Only you push yourself up father on his berth and pull him closer towards you. You- You want to hold him? Your hum of confirmation is something he physically feels this close to your chassis. And Thundercracker jolts when your digits start fanning across his wings. He shudders lightly from the gesture- the intimacy of it and your em field suddenly makes him feel as if he’s deviating as a warrior- as a Decepticon.
The softness of your affections feels like it’s forbidden with how delicately you’re treating him. Warm- inviting- loving. His spark hums something fierce in his own chassis under your tried and true tenderness. He laxes even further than he had been- not even aware he even was holding back more tightness in his frame to begin with. But it slips through his plating like a forgotten memory. He will warn you about falling into recharge and will wake up surprised he rested as well as he had. But he won’t ask you to do this again- it feels unbecoming of a Decepticon warrior. (He won’t tell you no if you take matters into your own servos.)
Please let Thundercracker vent properly with you by being yourself- He forgets how peaceful he’s allowed to be when he’s sharing his privacy with you.
